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blue side of the sky (lmh) | thirteen.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 4.8k

—chapter content/warnings: day with the boys!!, soccer games and new friends, oc tapping back into her drawing, small affectionate kisses, other small gestures of affection, a bbq at the house with some karaoke lol, alcohol consumption/intoxication (not oc), protected sex, clit play/fingering, neck kisses, very soft and tender moments between oc x minho

"Where's the cooler?" You ask Jisung as you neatly stack the blankets and bags of food into Chan's trunk.

"What cooler?" You cock a brow up and place a hand on your hip.

"You mean to tell me we were going to the park without any water or other drinks?" At this point, Minho and Chan are walking out of the house rolling a cooler and holding another tray of food.

"That's why you can't ask him to do anything." Minho chimes in.

"I remembered! I just.. was gonna do it last so the ice wouldn't melt, you know?" Chan laughs loudly.

"Mm, yeah sure." Chan responds after setting the cooler into the trunk, shutting it close and letting out a content sigh. "Are we ready? Where's Seungmin?"

"Seungmin is here." Seungmin walks out of the house and locks the front door before raising his camera. "Almost forgot this badboy." He runs straight to the passenger side. "Shotgun!" He laughs and slips himself into the seat.

"I'll sit in the middle." You shrug, sliding in so that the two boys can have their space at the end seats. Once everyone is buckled in and ready to go, Chan drives off to a park roughly 30 minutes away. You shut your eyes during the ride, leaning onto Minho's shoulder to offset the slight motion sickness you still experience. Your friends decided it was perfect weather to hang out, get some air and play some games before heading back home in time for dinner. A few of Chan's mutual friends and Seungmin and Jisung's close coworkers were also heading to the park, making it a nice get-together that wouldn't be too chaotic [hopefully].

Chan pulls up to a spot along the curb right in front of the large grassy field, surrounded by large trees that provided sufficient shade. Chan, Seungmin and Jisung's friends were already setting up at the center of the field, running over to greet your group. They all take their turns introducing you before you take your blanket and lay it under one of the trees. Chan sets the food and the cooler next to you, making it easily accessible for the group.

"Do you need anything? Water?" Chan says, digging through the cooler to make sure the ice is still covering the drinks properly.

"Please." You give him a toothless smile as he hands you a cold bottle.

"Medicine?"

"Took it this morning at the house."

"Food?" He points to the insulated bag that holds some gimbap that his mom made.

"Maybe in a bit." You giggle.

"Okay. Holler if you need us, yeah?" He calls out just as he's beginning to run over to his friends. The group starts acting chaotically, even as they work through dividing teams and back-ups. You giggle to yourself when Jisung gets way too carried away, acting incredibly sure of himself that he was going to carry his team to victory. Minho puts himself as backup for now, racing over to you on the blanket as the teams begin their first game of soccer.

"Fuck, finally." He says as he plops down right next to you, already exhausted by the commotion.

"Too much going on, hm?"

"Yeah, and Jisung's all hyped and loud." You laugh and continue to sketch the field in front of you.

"Be nice."

"I am nice. Always." He smirks at you, playfully pinching your side.

"Hey!" You giggle, trying to smack his hand away from another attack. He laughs as he re-focuses on the group's game ahead, cheering for his team in between claps and yelling for them to pick up the pace. When Minho looks over at you, he smiles to himself when he catches how focused you are. You hold the pencil delicately, but your lips are formed into a pout while your brows are tightly knit. He glances at the sketch, watching the way the tip of your pencil glides over the page so flawlessly.

You had always been talented, there was no doubt about that. Before Minho fucked this all up, he used to hang up your paintings and random sketches all around his room. Even kept a napkin sketch of Link Kirby in his wallet just because he liked it so damn much and thought you were the cutest in the world— why on earth were you scribbling Link Kirby during the high school graduation party?

Even now, Minho thinks you're the cutest in the world. He doesn't wanna break the silence, but he can't help himself when he—

"Y/N." You look up from your sketchbook, glancing over to Minho on your left. He gives off a tiny, breathy laugh before smiling toothlessly at you.

"Yes?" He shakes his head. He just likes to look at you because sometimes, it's hard for him to process that this is real. That you're real, that you're here. The light bounces off your skin so flawlessly and suddenly, he's filled with overwhelming emotion—

Maybe he's gotten another chance to love you, to love you right. And if that's so, he'll never take this for granted.

"Nothing." His hand comes up to cup your cheek and you feel his thumb caress the surface. You lean into it for a bit and smile softly at him before quietly returning your attention to the sketch.

Love.

You are what Minho loves the most.

"Yo! Get your ass in there, I'm tapping out." Jisung huffs and puffs with his hands on his hips, approaching you two on the blanket. "You can do all that lovey-dovey stuff later." He tries to shoo Minho away.

"Tapping out? You didn't do anything except fall on your ass the entire time." Jisung mocks him and makes a face before firing back with:

"I was falling on my ass because I was being a good guard."

"Yeah, whatever." Minho says, jogging towards the field.

"I'm just gonna lay here, cielo. Don't mind me." Jisung says, laying back on the blanket and closing his eyes. "If they ask for me, tell them I am off the clock."

"Of course, pachi. Whatever works for you." You chuckle to yourself as you start shading. You're convinced Jisung is fake-napping because he's awfully quiet during the time he's next to you.

Doesn't stop everyone from calling him out and telling him to pick up the slack.

You're alone for the next half, but you get lots done with your sketches despite the yelling and chaos going on on the field. You've drawn the field, the small pond across the street. A lady walking her golden retriever. Minho and Seungmin standing off to the side as they wait. You've eaten one of the sandwiches Seungmin made, giving a piece to Minho when he runs over and steals a bite.

It's good times, good vibes.

You wanted nothing more than to have time for yourself, time to tap back into your creative spark.

Back at the house, Jisung and Minho make way for you to shower first while they get the grill going in the backyard. Seungmin has his own bathroom in his room downstairs, and he offers to switch off with Chan once he's finished. You take a quick shower, throwing on some comfy cotton shorts and a shirt before heading down the steps to the living room and kitchen area. This gives way for Jisung and Minho to shower and switch off before running back down to help in the kitchen. Once things have settled a bit more, they have music going, the boys already a few shots in while sipping on beers. Minho is preparing some side dishes in the kitchen, while Jisung and Seungmin accompany Chan at the grill.

"Hey." You gently tap his side, making him look over his shoulder. "Do you need help?" He chuckles and shakes his head.

"No. They might though." He nods over at the boys outside.

"Do you need me to take anything outside before I go?"

"Mm, maybe just the water?"

"Okay." You smile up at him as you grab the water pitcher near him.

"Thank you." He says, giving you a quick kiss on the head before you turn on your heel and meet your friends outside. You set the water down near the fire pit and outdoor sectional before asking Chan if he needs anything at the grill. He shakes his head and urges you to sit and enjoy the fire pit, the sun slowly setting beneath the horizon.

So, you do.

You watch your friends enjoy themselves to the music, laughing and singing along from where you're at. You feel at ease, you feel alive. Everything is perfect tonight.

Sooner or later, Jisung plops onto the sectional with you, sipping on his beer before kicking his feet up.

"You doing okay?" He asks, leaning his head back against the couch.

"I am. Are you?"

"Kinda drunk already." He burps. "Shit."

"Kinda?" You chuckle.

"Mhm." He nods. "Were you able to draw a lot today?"

"Mm, I drew enough. It was nice."

"Good, cielo. Glad to hear." He taps your leg before letting out a breath, watching as Minho brings the side dishes out and joins Chan at the grill. Every now and then, he glances over at you two, giving you a tiny, toothless smile before returning his attention back to Chan.

"Pachi?"

"Yes?"

"Did Minho and I really go through a lot?" You prop your leg up on the sectional and place your elbow on the edge, cheek resting on the palm of your hand. He looks at you for a moment before shrugging.

"Yeah, as with anybody else. Probably the best way to explain it." He doesn't really dive into it much, and his answers are obviously vague. You're not sure if he's just letting Minho take the reigns on this, or if he says it that way because the history truly isn't that bad. Jisung looks at you with a tiny pout before following up with— "But, things are better now. Right? You two have gotten cozy." You chuckle and kick his leg.

"Don't say it like that."

"It's true, though. You two have always had love for each other." He grabs his glass and swirls his beer around for a second. "You're happy?"

"Of course I am."

"No, but. I mean with Minho." He finally looks at you with doe-eyes, partially filled with relief, the other.. [perhaps] worry?

"Oh, yeah." You shrug. "I don't have a reason to not be." Jisung looks back down at his glass before saying anything, and you're not sure what it means.

"Mm, that's good to hear." He meets your eyes with a faint smile at the corner of his lips. "All I want is for you to be happy." And Jisung says it sincerely; he means this with all his heart, even if he might've gotten too protective and tried to shield you from parts of the past. He sees you happy and comfortable with Minho, and vice versa. Even though he was mad at Minho for trying again, he was also Jisung's bestfriend and he knew he was trying. It's all he wanted after the disconnect in the beginning. He's come to understand that maybe, you'll just always have that pull to him, and there was no way Jisung would stop that. He is just afraid, and he hopes Minho has truly learned from his mistakes.

He traces the top of his glass with his finger while he listens to you playfully bicker with Seungmin now. His thoughts are bombarding him while he's drunk and he kinda hates it.

Jisung just wants you happy.

But, raw, true, genuine happiness.

That's where he messed up as your bestfriend. Because you may be happy, but he knows they've shaped it this way— they've shaped it this way so you know nothing but happiness, though there are so many things that could shift it all.

He molded your happiness. You didn't get a chance to shape that yourself, and this— this is where he feels awful.

"Food's ready." Minho calls out, making you, Jisung and Seungmin grab plates before walking towards the food. Chan gives you a good serving on your plate with a bit of everything, laughing when he sees you do a little happy dance back in your seat.

The rest of the evening is pleasant, with the boys continuing to drink after eating, moving the party inside to sing their hearts out on karaoke. Minho sits next to you the entire night, occasionally throwing his arm around you, playfully holding your hand and making sure you are comfortable. You sing along with Seungmin and Jisung from time to time, giving all the high notes to the boys to hit.

You were having a good time, and it was fun to be with your friends under one roof again.

When it hits close to midnight, you gather the trash and start to clean up around the house when you notice the liveliness dying down. Seungmin is still singing softly through the mic, while Jisung and Chan are dozing off after getting incredibly drunk.

"You didn't have to do that." Minho drags himself into the kitchen, watching you wash the last of the dishes with a huge trash bag next to you.

"It's okay. It wasn't much anyway." You chuckle as you set aside the last dish on the drying rack and shake off your hands. "Could you do me a small, teensy weensy favor?" He crosses his arms and leans against the counter.

"Depends. What's in it for me?" You laugh and playfully push him.

"Please take out the trash."

"Hm, but you don't think I'm serious, huh?" He playfully smirks. "What's in it for me?" He steps closer and challenges you.

"Minho." You whine. "Please?" He puckers his lips. He's feeling a little bold tonight because of the alcohol, but he also can't say that he hasn't been yearning to do this— sober or not. And he doesn't let up. But, you find it cute how he's being persistent.

One kiss wouldn't hurt, no?

So, you tiptoe and give the guy his little kiss. He immediately blushes, ears turning red in color before he clears his throat and grabs for the trash bag.

"Will that do it?"

"Maybe. But, since you're so cute, I'll take this out anyway." You roll your eyes just as he walks out to the back and heads for the garbage bin. Seungmin is starting to simmer on the mic once Minho comes back in and washes his hands. He turns off the machine and heads to his room, giving you a big bear hug and bidding his goodnights. He says he can't wait to sleep and he hopes you'll be able to sleep well in Jisung's bed since he's knocked out on the couch.

"Do you need anything before you go to bed?"

"No. I'm just going to wash up and change. I'll probably fall asleep as soon as I get to Jisung's bed." You tell Minho. He nods, giving you a quick hug and another kiss on the head before sending you off with a 'goodnight.' You quickly wash up and get ready for bed, changing into a crewneck and matching sweats to sleep in. Stepping out into the hallway, you see Minho's door cracked open with his tv illuminating parts of his room. You let out a breath before officially parting ways— walking into Jisung's room that is clean and tidy [for once]. You open his window a bit before drawing the covers back, slipping into his bed and sending your uncle a goodnight message.

Too bad you aren't sleepy as expected. Your body feels exhausted, but your mind is awake. You toss and turn a few times, grabbing at your phone to watch a few random vlogs to try and make yourself sleepy.

But, an hour passes— close to two— and you're still not sleepy. Though, you do find yourself needing to use the bathroom again.

The house is quiet.

Somewhat.

Jisung and Chan are still passed out in the living room, with snores bouncing off the walls and echoing throughout their entire house; Seungmin is sleeping soundly in his room, probably letting his music continue to lull him into a deep sleep.

As you quietly pad down the hallway and into the bathroom, you notice Minho's door still slightly ajar— lights from his TV reflecting off of the floor. You quickly relieve yourself in the bathroom and freshen up a bit, debating on whether or not you should bother Minho at this time of night.

What else do you have to lose? Sleep wasn't finding you, and apparently, it wasn't finding Minho either.

You give three soft knocks on his door before Minho lets out a small 'yeah?' on the other side— giving you the green light to poke your head through the crack and ask:

"Playing a game and watching tv?" You giggle as you glance between his computer screen and TV.

"I was, in between." He chuckles as you awkwardly stand off to the side and softly shut his door. "What're you doing awake?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep and I saw the TV lights as I was going through the bathroom. I could go if you're gonna sleep?"

"No, it's okay." He pats his bed. "Sit and get comfortable. I just wasn't expecting you to be on the other side of the door, but I'm very glad it is you and not them bothering me." You chuckle.

"If you say so." You sit criss-crossed on his bed, letting your crewneck sleeves slip over your hands. Minho has Into the Spiderverse playing on his TV, his computer already shutting down and going into sleep mode. "Did you put this on?" You point at the screen.

"Mhm, it's the one movie series I don't mind re-watching."

"Nice." You focus on the movie for a bit, trying to pick up the pieces as to where the story was headed.

"Did you have fun today?" You glance at Minho before returning your attention to the tv.

"Yeah, I did. It was nice to draw and relax outside. Did you? It seemed like you guys had a blast playing."

"Mhm, sure did." Minho plops onto his bed and rests against his headboard, his arm lazily settling behind you with his hand on the bed. "I can change it, if you want?"

"No, you can keep it on." You give him a tiny smile before wiggling a little closer into his arm. "Minho?"

"Hm?" He hums when you turn back to look at him. You adjust your position on the bed, and Minho is able to rest his hand comfortably on the small of your back with the way you're angled.

"Did you need to tell me something earlier? At the park?"

"Mm." He squints his eyes and furrows his brows. He knows the answer is 'yes,' but his instant response happens to be— "No. I just.. like looking at you." Your eyes soften at his sudden [and unexpected] response. "Helps me remember you're real." You look at him, stare at him, for a good while, trying to read his body language and expression.

He is unreadable.

But, the one thing you do know is that you feel something for Minho. Almost like love, something that runs deeper.

"What do you feel when you look at me?" You ask softly, hand grabbing at his arm so that you can trace the faint lines on his palm.

"What do I feel when I look at you?" Minho repeats before swallowing the lump in his throat because he knows he should probably be honest— but he's conflicted on how deep he's willing to go.

Because he feels a lot when he sees you. He just doesn't wanna scare you or overwhelm you.

"Mhm." You look at him and he nods.

"Alot— I," He pauses, trying to figure out how he should put this. He didn't think he'd have to touch up on this now, but it's here and he's struggling. Moreso afraid than anything. He feels a whirlwind of emotions, but he'll focus on the positive because they outweigh everything else. How does he explain that he has always loved you, and doesn't think that has ever changed? Despite his period of stupidity, his lack of self-awareness. "I feel.. warmth? I feel attached. Adoration. Appreciation." He pauses again before looking you in the eyes. "Love."

"Love?" You face him a little more. "You feel love when you see me?"

"I do." He licks his lips before sitting up to feel closer to you. "It's always been that way." Your eyes widen a bit, but he can tell you're starting to shy away from all the things he's been saying. He means it though, he really does. You watch as he raises his hand to gently brush the hair out of your face and tuck it back behind an ear. His hand falls to your cheek, thumb caressing the surface before he lets out a small sigh. "You taught me all about it."

"I did?" You respond close to a whisper, now watching Minho's eyes drift from yours, down to your nose— to your lips. No other question comes to mind, being that you're drawn into this sudden force of attraction that's pulling you two closer, and closer, together.

And Minho knows; god, he fucking knows this is terrible. But, he's so caught up in this moment, in you. There is the devil on his shoulder, the majority of him that is screaming to keep going. Because he wants to love you so badly, to take this chance and do you right this time around. No distractions, nothing to stop him. He loves you, he has always loved you— despite his stupidity.

Then, there is the angel on the other; a small part of him that is screaming to stop what he's feeling so that he can just be honest and be upfront about the past, give you what you deserve to work off of even though he wants to start 'fresh.'

You're like a planet, all definitions astronomical. You deserve the world, and then some.

"You did." He says lowly. "Always." He pauses, lips inches away from yours.

"I hope that never changes." Though, you are his bestfriend before anything, before whatever the past holds, before whatever this history has written you two to be; Minho was also like love to you, and you didn't think there was any other word to describe it.

"I could never look at you differently, Y/N. No matter what." You cup his cheeks and make him meet your eyes once again. It falls silent for a moment, a comfortable silence.

You should've seen it coming.

You can't really remember how quick it happened, or who made the move first, but you do remember feeling fireworks.

Butterflies.

A bolt of electricity down your body—

Minho's lips are on yours. For a second, you inch back in surprise. You can see Minho starting to regret his decision and you don't want him to get to that point.

Because you don't regret that, and you probably won't regret what happens next.

You chase after his lips for another sweet kiss that he gladly takes. He lingers there for awhile before adjusting, allowing him to have more room to kiss you like he's been meaning to, like he's been yearning just as long as you have.

It feels so brand new, yet so familiar at the same time.

So natural.

He tries not to break the kisses for too long, even as he gently lays you back against his pillows and adjusts the covers— hovering over you and keeping his body close to yours. He continues because he feels your need behind your lips, the way you hungrily chase after him to close any distance. Almost like you can't be away for a second, like you'd lose him at the tip of your fingers.

Just like he's felt with you.

You do briefly pull away for a breather, your lips swollen and so majestic to look at while Minho continues to eye the rest of your features. He plants a kiss on your scars before taking his lips down to your neck, gently sucking at the surface before soothing it with his lips again. The need, want, for him continues to build when you feel him against you— every movement tickling your core and making you crave for his touch, for him.

"Y/N." He calls for you in between kisses, moving near your ear as his fingers fiddle with the waistband of your sweats. "Is this okay? Just tell me if you want me to stop and I'll stop."

"Keep going." He meets your gaze as you give him a shy, reassuring nod. He gives you another peck on the lips, hand now tugging your sweats down— tossed off to the side of the bed. At this point, you expect yourself to be nervous. You should feel nervous. But, you don't. Not an ounce of it. And it's probably because of the way Minho delicately touches you, kisses you, holds you.

You let out a small gasp against him when you feel his thumb pressed against your sensitive, clothed nub. He works in slow, circular motions, adding onto the pressure bubbling in your core. Satisfied with your reaction to his touch, he gives your thigh a squeeze before tugging your panties down. Minho's buried at the crook of your neck with your hands tangled at the ends of his hair, fingers now working their way into you at a slow, steady space.

"Minho. Need you." He hears before you let out a tiny whimper, body aching to feel more of him. He presses a kiss to your neck before adjusting to grab a condom at his nightstand. He's made sure he's tested and clean [mainly for his own sake], but tonight this feels different— he feels the need to take care of you, to be gentle, to be delicate.

To love on you properly.

This is where the universe has brought you two; this moment in time.

He fiddles with the condom for a bit before he's back to looking at you with the most adoration in his eyes. Soft, but so many feelings screaming to be let out.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, and you simply reply with a nod. He lets out a shaky breath, lips grazing against yours just as you feel him slowly enter. There's a slight burn at the contact but nothing unbearable, nothing that settles for too long, until he bottoms out and tries to get used to the feeling. His eyes are locked onto yours as he adjusts to find a steady rhythm, listening to your soft moans and whines just as he's slightly picking up the pace.

You look so beautiful underneath him.

So right, so perfect.

"You're so pretty. So perfect for me." You hear him mutter against your ear, hands tugging at his hair as you find the courage to move with him and match his movements. He's wrapped up into you just as you with him, so wrapped up that he continues to praise you with sweet nothings; peppering your lips, face, neck with feathery kisses the hold so much behind them. His thumb finds his way back down to your clit, massaging tenderly until he feels you wiggling in his grasp. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks when you feel how quick you'll reach your high, but everything about this feels too good; feels too right.

"Minho— I'm gonna—" You pant out, chest heaving up and down as he's thrusting deeply and hitting all the right spots. You can't even form the rest of your sentence before you feel the immense wave of pleasure crashing over you. Minho watches your response, slipping out of his grasp when he feels your walls squeezing every bit of him. He gives it a good two, three more thrusts before he's unraveling; buried at the crook of your neck as he lets himself go into the condom.

"Are you okay?" He asks and meets your eyes once he's gathered himself. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, I'm okay." You reassure him, and he pecks you on the lips. He disposes of the condom and grabs a few tissues to help clean you up and get you comfortable in his bed. He lays beside you after shutting the tv and lights, arm draped across the pillow as you lay on it and press your back against him.

It falls into a quiet, comfortable silence again— one where you can listen to each other breathe, one where you can just feel and be in peace together.

Soothing.

"Hey." He says behind you, kissing the back of your head. You turn to face him, eyes slowly feeling heavy. "Are you comfortable?"

"Of course." You sleepily giggle. "I might fall asleep soon."

"Sleep."

"Goodnight?" He chuckles.

"Goodnight, princess." You snuggle against him some more and shut your eyes. It doesn't take long before Minho can tell that you've fallen asleep with the way your lips are slightly parted, breathing now at a soft, resting pace. Minho feels comfortable, feels safe.

Minho feels like love.

He doesn't fall asleep right away. Instead, he watches you sleep in his arms, kissing your forehead once more. He's trying to relish in the moment, but he's also wondering if this was the right way to go. Maybe he got wrapped up too into this and he should've waited.

Things happened so fast.

He needed to tell you.

You two have so much to talk about.

What does matter in this moment, is that he has always loved you and that has never changed. Despite his moment of stupidity, his lack of self-awareness.

Love.

"I love you." He whispers down to you before he finally feels like he can shut his eyes and try to get some sleep.

You, like a planet, all definitions astronomical; heavenly.

You, are love.

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mvchmp · 9 months

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Clark with a Street Racer Reader please 🙏🏼 I adore dork x delinquent trope

Clark Kent x Street Racer reader

| gender of reader isn't mentioned, 2 mentions of Y/n

- ending is kinda rushed bc ididnt know how to end it im sorry if reader wasnt delinquent enough 🙏

USE YOUR SEATBELTS PEOPLE

I had just finished dropping off my friend at her house after a long day of catching up. I had brought her to watch one of my races before ending the day.

It was now around 8pm and since there were only a few cars on the road, I decided to drive around for a bit.

Nights like these were happening often thanks to the safety that Superman assured. The alleys looked much safer now, and walking around in sidewalks seemed more peaceful than scary.

Driving past the Daily Planet building wasn't all that unusual to me than it was when I had just moved to Metropolis. It's on a route I usually use to go to the races I secretly attend so I had pretty much gotten used to seeing it.

Tonight was one of those times I went that route. Though I'm already used to seeing it, I found it a habit to look over and at least glance at the building.

Yet, this time, instead of the numerous workers checking out of the premises, one man stood there. Clark Kent. The big guy with the cute glasses.

We had met a few times, occasionally in the elevator where he'd sometimes press the buttons too hard. Or in the hallways when he's bringing groceries inside their apartment. We'd throw some greetings like "Hello" and "Hey" in those small encounters, asking what's up sometimes.

Him and his friend Jimmy who lived with him had mentioned they were interning at the Daily Planet recently - which explained why we had been meeting more often in the morning. Though, normally Jimmy would be beside Clark. Every time they went to work, and every time they got back.

Tonight, he was alone, exiting the building. As a friend, though I don't think friends find each other that attractive, I slowed down my speed and halted in front of the guy.

"Hey, Clark! Where's Jimmy?" I ask as I roll down my window, revealing my face. "Oh, he got sick so he had to go home early. Probably something he ate." He said, rubbing the back of his neck, smiling a bit.

"That sounds horrible. I hope he gets better soon, I'm not used to seeing you alone, you know?" I chuckle softly before continuing, "Were you about to head home? I am so maybe I can give you a ride?" I offered, keeping a hand on the steering wheel.

Surely enough, I was a bit nervous because of the thought that I'd have to drive home alone feeling rejected by my handsome, cute but hunky neighbor. But thankfully, he did not.

"Oh, sure! Thanks a lot, Y/n." He said with the same smile on his face which I absolutely adored. "Well, get in." I said, unlocking the doors for him.

I watched as he walked around the car to open the door of the passenger seat beside me and settle there. I tapped the steering wheel gently to the beat of the song that was playing on the radio while waiting for him to finish buckling his seatbelt.

"You should wear a seatbelt too, you know?" I heard his voice start beside me. "Well, there's no cops around this time of night. No one would catch me." I tell him in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah, but for safety reasons. That's what seat belts were made for, right?" He said cautiously, as if trying to warn me. Though his obvious concern was adorable like him, I was stubborn enough to think that I was and will be completely fine without a seat belt considering the fact that I've raced a hundred or more times.

"Meh, I'll be fine. You hang on tight, though." I smiled at him, readjusting my posture. He mumbled a yeah, grinning softly and pushing his glasses back onto his nose properly.

I start driving through the streets, humming to the song that plays on the speakers. Looking at the side mirrors every now and then. There was a somewhat awkward air between us and knowing myself, if it got awkward enough I'd start bouncing my leg up and down which would result to obviously a car accident.

Now, I'm not risking it so I tried to bring up some small talk. "So.. How's working at the Daily Planet? I bet you and Jimmy are already cooking up those stories" I blurted.

"Ah, no, not really. Actually, me and another intern there worked on a piece about Superman but sadly, the 'professional' writers got credit for it." He heaved out a sigh and shook his head, looking out the window.

"I'm sorry that happened. You guys worked so hard for it just for other people to get credited for your efforts? That's ridiculous if you're gonna ask me." I said, supporting what he must feel right now. I heard him mumble a small 'yeah' and couldn'ilt make out the other words he said.

Reaching a pretty quiet and calm road, I decided to give into my temptations a little bit and speed up for a bit of thrill. For me, it wasn't all that bad given that I had driven a lot faster than this but, Clark on the other hand, seemed the opposite.

I laughed slightly at him saying, "Chill down, Clark. I got you, no need to be so scared." noticing he had clutched onto the seat belt and somewhere else on the car which I didn't pay much mind to.

"Why are you going so fast?! That's dangerous! This is dangerous!" He exclaimed, receiving another laugh from me before I slowed down again, resting him from an almost heart attack.

I chuckled a bit more before responding, "I find it fun, driving as if I'm in a Fast & Furious movie."

"Yeah, but it's not so fun when you're not safe." He snapped back at me. I smiled at him "Okay, I'm sorry, Clark. I'll be careful." I told him. Oh, this man was beautiful. He seems like such a dork and I just love that about him. I wonder how he'd react if he found out I race cars practically as a job.

A few minutes of small talk, we finally arrived at our apartment building. I parked my car in the parking lot underground which was designated for us residents. "Here we are." I announced to him. "Yeah, thanks for the ride. I just saved myself more time rather than waiting and looking for a cab. Really, thank you so much." He said

"Anytime, I mean, it's the least I can do to help my neighbor." I smiled sweetly at him before opening the door of my car and getting out.

As he stepped out too and closed my door, I locked it with the keys. I looked at him and to my surprise, he was already looking at me. I noticed a tint of pink shade on his face as our eyes locked.

"Let's go" I said, smiling a bit at him.

Exiting the elevator and walking through the hallway, we finally arrived at the doors of our apartments. I faced him and bid my goodbyes, "Goodnight, Clark. Send my wishes to Jimmy." I told him and turned around to push my keys into the doorknob.

I heard him call me right before I opened the door. "Yes?" I asked him. "Thank you again for the ride. I didn't mean to bother you and- stuff. If ever you're up to it, and only if you are, would you like to grab some food sometime? Just to pay back for what you did for me today." He again rubbed his nape, avoiding my gaze and the same pink on his face.

I found it cute and why would I turn down a possible date with my hot-and-adorable-at-the-same-time neighbor? "Not that you're obliged to pay me back, and believe me it wasn't a favor you have to pay back for, but I would love to grab some food with you, sometime." I said, feeling my own cheeks heat up.

"Great, that's great. Um, yes, goodnight Y/n. Have a wonderful night!" He said, entering his own apartment.

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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Little Leclercs (Charles Leclerc)

The Leclerc family spends the weekend in the yacht

Note: english is not my first language. I added a little something that I tought about the other day, I hope it is okay!

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Tw: mentions of sickness

When Charles suggested a family weekend on the boat just the four of you, everyone agreed it would be a really good ideia, Hervé and Amélie particularly excited at the idea of having mama and papa to themselves.

"Mes amours", your husband called as you opened the front door, taking your shoes off as you helped Amélie take her shoes off too, Hervé, your oldest, was already able to do it on his own, running to his papa as soon as he was able to, "Papa! I missed you!", the little boy yelled as he found his father on the sofa, his arms wide open to greet his children. Amélie followed her brother as quick as her smaller legs allowed her, thanking you as she made her way into Charles' embrace, "Papa, papa, help", she said as her arms stretched out, Charles easily grabbing her to help her into his lap, "did you two have a good day at school?", he asked as they proceeded to tell him all about what they had done.

"Hi mon coeur", you said as you caressed his cheek, not wanting to disturb the moment despite your children stopping the conversation entirely as they watched the interaction, "I already have our's and the kid's bags packed and ready like you asked", he smiled as you placed a kiss on his forehead, "I'm just going to pack my last minute stuff and then we can get going for some boat family time!", you said as the rest of the family erupted in cheer.

Heading upstairs to do as you said, you grabbed your chargers along with a toiletry bag you retrieved from the bathroom, checking if everything wad safely inside before heading back downstairs, hearing some voice in the kitchen, "Mama, do you want a snack? Papa is making something for us", Hervé asked you as he watched you grab water from the fridge, "No, darling, thank you", you said as you kissed both of your kids' heads as they waited for Charles to finish it. The kids were happily munching on their food as you took the opportunity to properly greet your husband with a kiss on his lips, "I feel like we'll spend loads of time just asking them to be careful of the edges and to stay in the shade, but it will be so worth it. Just us and them before the schedules become crazy again", you said as Charles squeezed your body against his, "yeah, it will be good to have nowhere to be, no one to call and bother with work", he said as he pressed a final kiss to your forehead, looking at his kids who were watching you with a unreadable expression on their faces. "Have you finished, my loves?", you asked as they nodded, making you collect the plates to wash them quickly before leaving. "Does anybody need to go to the bathroom?", Charles asked, earning negative responses which promoted him to grab the last bags and head to the car outside, packing them in before helping Amélie in her seat and buckling her in safely while the little girl said "thank you papa" with a kiss on his cheek, as you supervised your son, who was already capable of doing it himself, just to make sure, "good job buddy", you highfived him before getting in the car.

The ride to the port was quite calm, the usually busy streets far less crowded since people had gone back home from work.

After taking everything inside the boat, you sat down while your husband made sure he was heading in the right direction while showing his children the control panel.

"How are you feeling?", Charles called for you, knowing that you always felt a bit uneasy for the first hour before you got your sea legs back, "I'm okay-ish, it's already better", you replied back as you sipped in your sugary drink. "Mama is feeling a bit seasick, who is going to give her a big big hug while I set everything up?", Charles forwarded to the kids once they arrived where they would be spending the night as he helped them down the steps so they could safely get to you.

The next morning you had woken up at your usual time, your body working like a clock, and to your surprise the little ones were still asleep in their bed you and Charles and put in your room, not wanting them to wander around in the night and wanting to watch over them. Moving slightly so you wouldn't wake your husband up, you took the time to admire your family and how lucky you had been. Sure, it was exhausting at times but so fulfilling, as well to be able to raise those two amazing kids that resulted of a beautiful love story between you and Charles.

You felt the sheets move slightly as your husband was beggining to wake up, "Good morning, gorgeous", he said through a yawn, his arms tightening their grip on your waist, "Good morning handsome, did you sleep well?", you asked while you tamed some of his bed hair, "Yes, yes I did. And so did they apparently, this is unusual for a saturday", and almost like they sensed their father's words, they shuffled in the bed before Amélie was first in calling you, "Mama", you heard her as she turned to look at you, a big toothy smile as she helped her brother wake up, "Hervé, c'mon, help me so we can go and cuddle mama and papa", she urged her brother who, as promptly as ever helped his little sister over to your bed as the four of you enjoyed the morning cuddles. "Did you sleep well mama?", your little boy asked, "I did, darling. And you two looked like you did too", you mused, tapping his nose, "yeah, although I think at a point Amélie was kicking me in her sleep, but that's okay because I think I kick her too without knowing, you know, because I'm asleep too", he reasoned as everyone on the bed laughed. And these were the moments that made it all worth it, Amélie cuddled up to Charles' naked chest as you had Hervé on your lap, stealing kisses from them as Charles kept tickling them every now and again to hear their beautiful giggles.

After lunch, you were putting Amélie down for her nap since she was pretty tired out from the morning activities of painting and drawing while Charles and Hervé got ready to go and swim in the sea, the waves very minimal and the little boy cladded in every form of protection possible. "Papa, I want to do it, but I'm scared", he said as he saw Charles going in the water, "buddy, you have your life jacket that's going to help you stay afloat and I'm going to be here if you need help, and mama is there too", he pointed at you since you had finally managed to get her to sleep, "you can do it buddy, one step at a time okay?", you tried as he sat down on the edge and then launched himself to Charles' arms, "yay Hervé, you did it mon ange", your husband said as you clapped at your boys, showing them a thumbs up. After the big swimming session, the boys came back up, sitting next to you wrapped in towells as they warmed up in the sun, Amélie sensing a lot more commotion in the deck and waking up, "I want to go on the water too", she said and since she was only learning how to swim now, you had gotten a kiddy pool for her to play with water, "Come here then so I can put your swimsuit on, please", you called as Charles stretched him arm to get the one piece from the bag you had taken up. Since the area was all well guarded, you let Amélie and Hervé play in there while you enjoyed the feeling of being in Charles' embrace under the sun, while still keeping an eye on the kids, "you look really good, mon coeur", Charles kissed your shoulders, "I love this colour on you", he complimented your choice of swimwear, making you hum in approval of the affections his lips and wandering hands kept giving you, retributing them along his chest and tummy. "Papa, Mama, come play with us", Amélie called as you all sat near her little pool, splashing and playing with the water toys she had, "Mama, no, have to attack papa", your daughter explained, "you want me to attack my husband?", you asked with an exaggerated expression on your face, earning a belly laugh from the little girl as Hervé volunteered, "Don't worry, I'll attack him with you!", as they took turns in splashing Charles, your body ending up wet too from collateral damage (and a sneaky three year old who decided to take revenge on her first fallen soldier).

You took turns in showering and dinner duty, you going for a quick shower to rinse the day off while Charles started the cooking and watched the kids, and then switching so he could shower.

"Guys, papa has showered so while he is finishing dinner we are going to take a quick shower and get dressed okay? Let's go", you ushered them as you tried to carry out your plan. Out of the shower and having already put on their pyjama bottoms, the kids were ready to put their tops when you called, "we don't need those because tonight you're putting these ones on", you said as you grabbed the t-shirts and handed each a cardigan since the temperature had decreased a bit. Once they were dressed and ready, you made your way back to Charles, the table all set and the food ready.

You had finished the meal and were pretty much done tidying up, Charles and the kids helping you so the chore was done quicker and you would be able to catch the sunset. Sitting in the cushioned area outside, you looked out at the beautiful colours in the sky and decided it was the right moment, and catching the kids' attention, you told them to unbutton their cardigans for a bit while you retrieved the stick and paper from the pocket of the hoodie you had borrowed from Charles, "Show papa", you said. Your husband, despite finding it odd, moved slightly so he could read both of their t-shirts, Hervé's saying "I'm number one" and Amélie's reading "I'm number two" and he laughed, "My two little ones, papa loves you so much", he said as he pressed a kiss to their foreheads, then turning to you "and I love your mam-", he stopped in his tracks, the pregnancy test on your hand and the ultrasound picture making his brain go faster than any car he had driven before. "I love you too, papa", you said as you watched his eyes fill with tears, your kids immediately worried about his reaction, "Why are you sad, papa?", they asked as they tried to swipe the tears away from his face, Hervé noticing you too had some tears brimming your eyes and taking it in his stride to help you, before he looked at the ultrasound, "is that Amélie?", he asked, the faint memory of seeing one of those around the house, "This is your baby brother or sister", you said as Amélie beamed, Hervé speaking on their behalf, "We're getting a baby? Amélie, mama is having a baby", he said before they started jumping up and down in celebration. Drying your cheeks, you looked up to see Charles smiling at you, his green eyes glossy as the tears didn't seem to stop, "this is amazing, mon amour, amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you", he said as he hugged you, the kids getting jealous and managing to find their way into the embrace for a big family hug, "I'm so happy, you are my favourite people, I love each one of you so so so so much", Charles said as he placed a kiss on all of you before you released the hug, moving your top to rest just under your boobs and kissing your tummy, "Papa and Mama can't wait to meet you, little one", he whispered. "I want to meet them too", Amélie said, "Me too! I'm the oldest, I want to meet them too", your son interjected, "we will all met them in a few months, for now baby is growing in mama's tummy and then they'll be here to play with you", Charles said as the words got caught in his throat. No matter if this was the third time it was happening, he was still as emotional as if it was the first. The kids caught on their father's actions and immediately started kissing everywhere on your tummy, placing their smaller hands on on top of the womb that had carried them all those years before at the excitement of a new sibling to play with.

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resowrites · 2 years

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Fathers And Daughters - oneshot.

Summary: Henry tries to comfort his girlfriend when a difficult day rolls around…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: fluff, angst, mention of toxic family dynamics, language, banter/British humour, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2054

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Fathers And Daughters - oneshot.

When Henry saw her standing anxiously in the kitchen, twiddling her fingers around the hem of her cardigan, he already knew who she was speaking to. Or rather, trying to speak too. He could hear the line ring out and watched on helplessly as she eventually tossed her mobile aside with a huff. "Good morning gorgeous girl, who were you calling?" He knew it was probably better not to broach the subject, but he hated how she tried to bury her feelings. She almost jumped at the sound of his voice and quickly plastered on a fake smile.

"Oh, I was just trying to get through to the garage… they've still not gotten back to me about the car." He could see tears beginning to well up in her eyes and quickly moved in for a hug. But she pushed him aside, obviously not wanting to break down completely the moment she was in his arms.

"Darling, why don't you come sit down and talk to me? It's not healthy keeping everything bottled up inside." At this she seemed to snap.

"Henry, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine. Right, I'm just taking your car to go pick some stuff up for the roast. Do you need anything?" Henry quickly held up his hands, urging her to stop.

"Wait a minute, let me go with you--" but she cut him off.

"Henry I'm fine. I'll be back in an hour or so." She then hastily kissed Henry’s cheek and fled the kitchen. He stood there with his head hung for several minutes, not knowing what to do. Tomorrow was Father's Day and as ever, it proved to be a particularly challenging time for his girlfriend. From what he could gather from her mother and sisters, she'd always had a difficult relationship with her father, though the blame was mostly on him. He'd always been very strict, and when he piled on the pressure in her school and university years, she finally buckled and started to rebel. The tipping point came when she had a pregnancy scare at 19. From then on they rarely spoke, though in recent years she kept trying to extend an olive branch. But despite her best efforts, as well as those of the rest of her family, her Dad just wouldn't play along. It broke his heart to watch her suffer every Christmas or Birthday when she didn't hear from him or even receive a card.

She'd been a fantastic girlfriend to him and Henry was looking forward to when they would eventually be married and start their own family. Though he fully expected her father to tinge those joyous occasions with misery as well. Of course, he'd wanted to intervene many times, but she warned him at the start of their relationship not to interfere. He reluctantly followed her wishes but how he wanted to fire off a strongly worded text, or leave a voicemail making his feelings known. As far as he was concerned, she was a brilliant daughter and always had been. Far better than her father deserved at any rate. But no, he was going to continue punishing her for times long past, and he couldn't help but marvel at how a grown up man could behave so childishly. Fortunately, she had a good relationship with his Dad. He knew it wasn't quite the same but he was glad she had at least one other man in her life who appreciated her properly.

Henry decided to make himself useful and give the house a good tidy, that would at least take some of the pressure off when she got back. He also decided on cooking the roast and was busy preparing the side dishes when she finally came back two hours later. He was determined to try and get her to talk this afternoon as he knew how much it was all eating her up inside. From the looks of her stained cheeks, she'd obviously had a good cry in the car and his heart ached for her. "Come here love, let me take those bags off you." But she side stepped him and instead let them fall to the floor. "I'm fine, what's all this by the way… I thought I was doing lunch?" He smiled at her gently, knowing that he needed to step carefully.

"I know, but I thought I'd help out. You do enough around here." Her eyes seemed to soften and she smiled.

"Oh, thanks love… that's really good of you." She tiptoed a kiss onto his scraggly cheek before busying herself with putting the shopping away. He wanted to pull her into a hug and not let go, but he knew she needed more time to calm down. They walked around each other in companionable silence, each getting on with their respective tasks. When she was done putting everything away, she stepped up beside Henry and started chopping a load of vegetables.

"You don't need to do that darling, I've got it all covered today." She gave a small smile, not quite looking him in the eyes.

"It's fine love, I'm not having you do all this by yourself. It's meant to be a relaxing afternoon for you as well."

"Don’t be silly. So… what are the plans for tomorrow? You coming with me to my folk's house?" Henry eyed her carefully, trying to gauge whether or not she was ready to talk more.

"Mm-hm."

"… Darling, I'm sorry about what happened earlier." She sniffed sharply and instead went to the sink to wash some carrots. He knew it was probably best to leave things be but if they didn't talk eventually, everything would be so much harder in the long run. "Did you hear me, darling?" She sighed as she bought everything back to the kitchen counter.

"It's fine, it's not a big deal."

"Of course it is, what he's doing isn't okay and you have every right to be upset about it." She slammed down the knife and stuck her hands on her hips.

"I said leave it, it's got nothing to do with you!” Henry knew she was just acting out, but he couldn’t help but feel hurt that she didn't trust him enough to try and help.

"I know that darling, but I'm worried. You're clearly upset and I want to know how I can make things better." At that, she finally broke down, her body heaving as the tears came pouring out of her. He yanked her into a tight hug. "Shhh, it's alright… oh darling. I'm so sorry, I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I just couldn't bear seeing you so upset." She quickly pulled back and wiped her face, determined to swallow down how upset she really was.

"No, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, it’s not your fault and I know you don’t like seeing me sad. I don't know why I'm letting this get to me so much, it's been the same way for years and I guess I just need to accept it..." She looked so helpless and small Henry felt like throttling her father. He cupped her face in his hands and spoke gently.

"Listen carefully to me darling, you're allowed to be upset. You're a good daughter, always have been and always will be. If he can't see that it's his loss. I know that doesn't make things any easier but remember, you have plenty of other people who adore you, including all my family and friends. I know days like tomorrow hurt but you haven't done anything wrong, okay? None of this is on you." Henry kissed the tip of her nose as he stroked her cheek.

"But Henry I'm obviously doing something wrong, he's not a bad man. He used to love me a lot even though he had a hard time showing it. Now it's like I'm dead to him and I just don't know how to make things right…" He sighed and took her by the hand, sitting her carefully at the kitchen table.

"Now look, it isn't on you to keep trying to fix this. You've gone above and beyond. It's up to him now to make things right and if he doesn't want to, at least you can sleep easy knowing you've done all you can. Promise me you won't let this get you down? You're a good person, focus on those who appreciate it and leave him to his choices. I love you and you'll always be special to me, no matter what okay?" She smiled weakly and patted Henry on the arm.

"… Thanks, love." He kissed her deeply and held her for several moments, rubbing her back. Henry hoped that for a moment at least, he'd managed to relieve her of some of the weight she was carrying.

"Now come on, this food isn't going to cook itself. Hand me that Thyme, please." She smiled as she shoved a thick bundle of herbs into his hand.

"Yes, chef."

***

The next morning.

Henry thought she was washing up after breakfast, but instead found her hovering over a mixing bowl and various other pieces of equipment. "What are you doing darling?" She smiled tiredly when she clasped eyes on him, her night having passed uneasily due to the memories she kept playing over and over in her mind.

"Oh nothing, just thought I'd do a spot of baking." Henry's eyes lit up.

"Oooh, not the walnut and fudge cookies that I love?" She pulled out a tray of steaming hot treats. "Bloody hell, they look to die for!" He reached in to try one but she quickly swatted his hand away. "Ow! There was no need for that, I was just checking they were cooked!"

"My arse you were, I've baked some separate ones for you. In fact, they should be done now." She turned to pull more trays out of the oven.

"Cor blimey, that's not a coffee cake is it?" She chuckled.

"It is, though it's not for you." Henry's face fell straight away.

"Then who's it for? You got some other fella to cook for?"

"Oh please, one boyfriend's enough thank you very much. Now pass me that piping bag will you?" He cast his eyes around before placing the fat tube in her hand. "Thank you sous chef. Now, no yapping… I need to concentrate." A devilish look spread over Henry's face.

"Is that right? So I can't for example, lean in for a kiss…" He came up behind her, nuzzling his way into her neck.

"Get off you silly twat! You're going to make me mess it up!" But Henry hummed into her shoulder, where he placed yet another kiss.

"Oh really? Can I cop a feel instead then?" His hand then roved to her backside, causing her to elbow him in the stomach.

"Absolutely not! Now go eat your cookies and leave me be, otherwise I'll never get any of this done." Henry harrumphed and plonked himself down on the stool in front of her, shoving two warm cookies into his mouth at once.

"Good God woman, if you keep cooking like this you'll be stuck with me for life." But she wasn't listening, instead she was carefully loading the other tray of cookies into a box and looking around for the one she needed to pack up the cake. He couldn't see what she'd piped on top of it though he was glad she'd busied herself with baking rather than let her sadness overtake her. Henry laughed as her tongue poked out when she slowly tried to tie bows.

"Here, put your finger on the knot." He did as he was told, always willing to help whenever there was food involved. "Good lad, right, come help me load all of this in the car. I'll have to do the washing up later or we're going to be late."

"… Are we off to yours first then? I always enjoy seeing your Mum, she makes good cookies too."

"These aren't for my dad numpty… they're for yours. Come on, let's get cracking." She then disappeared out of the kitchen, Henry’s heart swelling with pride as he trailed after her.

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thevikingwoman · 4 months

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I wanted to do one of these this year, as I've been really pleased with what I've written this year, especially in the back half.

For November and December I tried writing or working on my writing (outlining, editing) every day, and I was able to do so almost every day. I think it unclogged something, and I'll try to keep going with this in 2024.

This year I tried out a new fandom, FFXIV, it's been an interesting experience. I love what I've written and where it's taking me. I've had fun developing Meryta and getting to know her, it has taken a bit for her to let herself get known to me, and it's still a process! I'm enjoying having something new to dig into. I've also written a few shorts for Wayfarer IF, and my MCs do live rent free in my head - but for now they're mostly biding their time.

I'm looking forward to writing in 2024!

Overview

Fandoms: 2

Fics Published: 10

WIPs (actively working on): 3

WIPs/ideas (back burner): 5

I haven't tracked my words all year, so I can't properly tell. I've split up my in-progress fics as I tend to get ideas and jot down the gist or even write a little and then abandon. Some of them will never see the light, but some of them have more than 2000 words in them and I do want to finish them up.

For me, it's a constant balance of following the new idea or buckle down and finish something. I will work on this, I have things I want out in the world.

Fic List

Reprieve - FFXIV | E | Meryta x Emmanellain | 4206 words

I started this fic as a sweet kiss, and decided later to add the whole encounter and the morning after to the fic in November. I'm glad I did and it's been so fun exploring the sweetness between Meryta and Emmanellain.

Distance - FFXIV | M | Beatin x Gairhard, Meryta & Beatin | 1542 words

I have such a fondness for the DoH quests, and the ARR carpenter ones in particular. This is one of the favorite things I wrote this year, and one of the first.

Wayfarer short trio - View (G), Alone (G), Flirt (T) | 1474 words total

I wrote three short fics for @wayfarer-week, one for each of my MCs. They are all pre-game, and I'm very happy that I got these done, and the moments I choose.

Wrong - FFXIV | G | Meryta & Urianger | 691 words

I wanted to explore how Meryta felt about Urianger after the HW patches, and how this could lead to a beginning friendship

Under Familiar Stars - FFXIV | E | Meryta x Tansui | 2085 words

I so enjoyed Tansui when he showed in MSQ, and by mid Stormblood I had the idea of Meryta having a fling, so I wrote this. I really love how SB was both a homecoming and turning point in her maturity and confidence, and this fic does explore some of this - along with the smut ;). I'm really happy how this turned out.

The Perils of Ishgard Publishing | FFXIV | G | Meryta & Emmanellain | 428 words

A fun note on (fake) wol romance novel became this, and I really love how I was able to write off the cuff - and get to explore Meryta and Emmanellain's friendship after their fling.

Stress Relief | FFXIV | T | Calantha x Hien | 527 words

This was a gift for @galadae, and I'm so happy I got to write Cala and Hien. I love their relationship, and I'm so happy I got to write this, and that my writing has unwound itself enough to write a small gift fic.

Passing Through | FFXIV | E | Meryta x Tansui | 4518 words

By the time November rolled around I'd went off cliff on Meryta and Tansui's relationship, and this fic is my favorite of the year. I'm having so much fun exploring their dynamic, and writing some pretty fun smut. This one made me happy.

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this was the year of FFXIV writing, and it does feel different writing for this fandom than other's I've engaged with. I don't know if I can or will set words on it, but I do look forward to exploring more ffxiv writing and reading next year.

The past two months have been so fun to me, and I've been pouring more words out than the entire year. For next year, my goal is to feel more free, to keep writing what sparks interest, and especially not worry of fitting everything perfectly into a fixed timeline. Not worry about living up to other's or my own expectations or bar for "making this thought a fic", not worry about pairings or topics, and just have fun.

happy writing to us all in 2024!

#fanfic wrap up #2023 fanfic wrap up #fanfic wrapped #ffxiv

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nekomacheercaptain · 2 years

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Day 12: Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante x fem! reader

I need him to be my husband. Like, right now. I would do ANYTHING for this clumsy, lanky, sexy hunk of a man. I'll give him all the babies he wants

Word count: 2K

Content: female reader, period sex, established relationship, marriage, breeding kink, creampie, size difference

Coming home with no greeting from you, grocery bags in hand full of chocolate, candy, ice cream, and other sweets he knew you loved, he knew your cramps were bad. While taking off his dirty shoes, he fell over, dropping all the groceries before cursing at himself, but happy everything was intact due to their packaging.

He suspected you were in bed, a hot water bottle against your belly in hope of relieving some of the pain, as you usually did during your time of the month. And he was reluctantly happy that Sengoku wanted to have Law that evening, so that he could give you all his undivided attention, being at your disposal for whatever you needed. (Could you have asked for a better husband? No)

Placing whatever needed to be in the fridge, he grabbed all the sweets and ventured up the stairs to your shared bedroom with a smile, excited to finally be able to see your face after a tiresome day at work. However, upon hearing sounds through the door, he almost dropped everything in his hands. His knees buckled under the sounds meeting his ears, suddenly feeling himself straining against his pants. He remembered reading in a magazine somewhere about women’s period cramps that orgasms could help relieve them to some extent, but you had never told him about it or brought up that information to him. Would he be ruining something for you by walking in? Would you throw him out of the room? Would you-

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud groan and curse of frustration, your labored breathing audible through the door. And he decided he needed to check on you, trying not to startle you as he opened the door.

“Rosi? I-I didn’t think you’d be home yet!” you crossed your legs and covered your breasts as he walked inside, seeing how you had dimmed the lights to create somewhat of a sexy atmosphere for yourself. And his cheeks were burning as he saw your disheveled form; hair lewdly stranded to your sticky forehead, your chest heaving, and how all your clothes were cast to the bed and floor. No matter how many times you were naked around him, it always caused him to be at a loss for words. He gulped before answering you, his blush spreading down his neck.

“I was allowed to leave earlier today,” his eyes darted over your body, and he didn’t miss the red hue on your fingers that were trying to hide your chest, “do you want me to help you?”.

His voice deepened as he asked his question, putting all of the sweets on the nightstand beside you before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“I know we haven’t really done anything while you’re on your period before,” he started, his eyes finding yours, his hand cupping your face, his thumb stroking your cheek, “but if it’s because of the blood, just know that I don’t care,” he smiled down at you, seeing your eyes widen slightly.

“But-but it’s so messy, and it smells-” and he couldn’t help but think how silly those excuses were. Like that could ever stop him from worshipping you?

“And I don’t care,” he chuckled, his eyes softening, “I read that women feel better after orgasms on their periods, is that what you usually do while I’m at work?”.

You nodded at him, and he saw that you were still unsure, “It-it hasn’t really worked for me, though, I just can’t, uhm, seem to do it properly without you…” and his heart almost beat out of his chest at your confession.

“You mean you need me to give you-”

“Yes, fuck, Rosi, it never feels good without you,” and he hadn’t noticed how you had been holding your need for release back during the conversation, but your pent-up desperation was starting to break through, “please fuck me”.

Those words. Those words were reserved for when you needed him in your most primal times, but he always noticed that slight drop in your energy when he put on a condom. He felt your small hands guide his big one to cup your pussy, feeling how wet you were, and his cock twitched at the deep sigh you exhaled, “We haven’t done anything while I’m like this because we’ve always been careful,” and he knew what you were talking about. The topic that had been recently danced around in your marriage.

“The days before are always the worst, I’m glad you work so much, or else I’d have you fuck me all day, sure to have you fill my womb,” and he gasped at your words, never having heard such a fantasy roll off your tongue before. Seeing his jaw drop as well as observing his bulge from where you were sitting, you got your proof he shared your wish, “You want that, don’t you? Want to fill me with your cum?”.

His mouth went dry from how long his jaw had been dropped, and he couldn’t help but whimper out a small ‘yes’ that had your heart pump wildly with excitement.

“Then fuck me, Rosi,” and his lips were on yours in seconds, a rough, desperate and absolutely filthy makeout session ensued, none of you had ever experienced such hunger for each other before. With primal needs suffocating both of your brains, you managed to explain to him you were ready for his cock.

“Don’t wanna - ngh - hurt you,” he breathed against your lips, with a hint of concern laced in his tone.

“I’ve been fucking myself with my fingers for hours, baby, I’m ready,” and he whimpered against your lips just thinking of your fingers pumping yourself as you moaned with him on your mind.

“Fuck,” he moaned while his hands clumsily unbuckled his belt, and shook off his pants before throwing off his shirt, leaving you your favorite view and he blushed at the way you bit your lip. His large chiseled muscles always reminded you how strong he was, despite his kind face, a complete contrast to the rest of him that was covered in scars from his past without you; something you knew next to nothing about.

Your eyes wandered to his boxers, seeing how tight they were against his cock that was begging for some mercy, wanting to be released; even a small, wet stain painted the boxers in anticipation. Your hungry eyes told him what you needed him to do, and your sigh was accompanied by a small moan as his cock was freed. His size always left you mesmerized and your mouth watering. His veins decorated his girthy length, making his cock oh so pretty to look at; and felt so much better inside of you. The first time you saw him you never thought the cock your hands were not able to wrap around would someday mould your pussy to his size. Well, at least to the extent he could penetrate his cock, but god did it feel heavenly with him inside of you, stretching your walls to their limit.

Corazon placed you comfortably against the pillows, elevating your hips with one as usual, and he hovered above you, his arms on each side of your head. His eyes were clouded with lust and you saw he wasn’t able to contain his desire for you much longer.

“You sure you’re ready for this? You want this?” his question had you smiling up at him, one of your hands lining his cock with your slick entrance, while the other caressed his scarred bicep.

“Yes, baby, I’m sure,” and your smile turned into a grimace of pleasure as he pushed himself into you, your hand raking down his muscled arm, a shameless cry of his name leaving your lips. And his guttural groan as he felt your raw walls for the first time, feeling all of you, had to be the sexiest sound you had ever heard. The passion suddenly set ablaze within the two of you came to display by the way his hips snapped against you, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls, both of you getting drunk off of what the other had to give.

“God, fuck, Rosi!” your cries encouraged him to go harder, the sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass suddenly louder because of your slick escaping your pussy. And the squelching had you feeling absolutely filthy, thanking the gods Sengoku had asked to spend some time with Law.

Corazon couldn’t muster any words because of his pleasure-clouded brain, but his groans, moans, and vigorous thrusts let you know he was enjoying himself. But he had to reach further into you, he needed to feel more of your heat engulfing him. And by making that a reality, he pulled back a bit in order to place your legs over his shoulders, your knees against your chest, and you gasped at the position.

And pleased at hearing your surprised noise, his hips snapped forwards and his cock penetrated you even deeper than before and he had never heard a more beautiful, guttural moan leave your throat; if it wasn’t for his drive to bring you to orgasm before himself, he would have filled your womb right then and there. Your moans sounded divine when they came from somewhere so deep inside of you, and he made sure to fuck you the same way that had you moaning so desperately for him, feeling your walls clamp around him at the deeper angle. Oh your sweet spots. He had found an easier way to reach them; now abusing that fact by fucking hard and rough thrusts of his cock into you, sure to have you spasming around him as your brain turned into mush, your vision turning white. He had your orgasm wrapped around his finger, tugging at just the right strings for your core to be on the verge of bursting.

“Fuck, I can feel you tightening around me, baby,” Corazon groaned between his teeth, your walls clamping uncontrollably around his cock, and you could only beg for his cum in response, it being the only thing on your mind.

“Rosi - Aah! - fill me, please, fuck me pregnant - ngh!” your voice was needy and whiney, and Corazon felt himself shiver at your begging, close to his release. Your face didn’t help either with it being contorted in pleasure; your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth hanging open due to your shameless moaning, and your eyebrows furrowing together in pure bliss. It was truly a sight to behold, and it had him trembling.

“Yeah? Want me to fill your womb, baby?” his voice was shaky and needy, but fuck he sounded so hot and desperate, and you answered him with a tirade of whimpers muttering out the only word left in your sexed-out brain: yes. Your hands found their way to his back, clawing down his muscles. And with only a few more rough thrusts from your husband, your orgasm had you spiraling, your body arching off the bed as his cock kept fucking into your pussy while pornographic moans and cries escaped you through your high.

Feeling your walls flutter and tighten around his cock, sucking him in further, and drinking in your moans, Corazon didn’t last much longer, his hot seed filling your womb with multiple spurts of his sticky cum now painting your walls. Lazy thrusts continued to fuck into you, trying to force as much of his cum deep into your womb, creating a creamy ring on the base of his cock, a mix of your slick, blood, and his cum. He cradled your head in his hands before he fell on top of you, sure to leave you room to breathe, planting his face in your neck, your legs now around his waist.

With the two of you catching your breaths, your hands found his hair to play with it, and he hummed, “Did it make it feel any better, baby?”.

You let out a breathy laugh, “I think so, but I think we’d better try again, you know, to make sure,” and the two of you laughed before cuddling, recharging your batteries for round number two.

Can we please pretend Corazon and Law survived together, went into a witness protection program, and are living their best domestic life with you and grandpa Sengoku? :,) And ues I did write this when Inwas on my period, how did you know??? Anyways thank you for reading, and hope you enjoyed it!

#donquixote rosinante #corazon #corazon x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #sinful #kinktober 2022 #my work #x reader

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theaudacitytowrite · 2 years

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Congratulations on 1k Followers 😍😍😍💚 your writing is truly amazing 🥰

May I request some fluff with our favourit trickster God? 😍 Using the promts:

22 "you look cold, come here"

26 "shh, get some rest, I'll take care of everything"

50 "you don't look too well"

If you're putting some angst in there as well I wouldn't complain to be honest 😅 but I'm in dire need of a happy and fluffy ending 🥰 thank you so much!

Ahhhhh thank you so much! Thank you so much, for your request as well 💚

Hell yeah, I can do that for you! I hope the ending is fluffy enough... I didn't know how to make it fluffier 🙈 And I changed #26 a lil 😬

The wind was howling around your ears. Every step you took, took extra effort, the wind trying to push you back with all its might. Your head was low as you tried to get as little snow into your eyes as possible.

The mission had started perfectly fine, Loki and you had no problems intruding into the ice-covered lair. You had made swift work out of the enemies who were guarding the stolen serum. But when you hurried back to your Jet, new enemies appeared from out of nowhere. You hadn’t even reached the jet when one of them had hit the tank, the gasoline pouring out of it quickly. Another shot at the body of the jet and the sparks ignited an ocean of flames, encasing your only way out from this icy hell.

After you had put down the last remaining attackers to sleep, Loki immediately send a distress signal to Stark who informed both of you of a suitable collection point not too far away. There you were supposed to wait until Tony could pick the both of you up before the oncoming storm got too heavy.

Walking through the icy and snow-covered field your limbs began to grow heavy. Every muscle in your body was starting to become numb as the cold air mercilessly encased you, cooling you down further. Your head pounded as the cold wind tortured your sinuses. You silently begged for Tony to appear in front of you so you could finally get some much needed rest.

“It's another mile," Loki screamed against the wind in hopes you could hear him. As he turned around to you his face fell. You were as white as the snow surrounding you. Your feet dragging through the snow as you were too weak to raise them properly.

"Y/N, are you ok?" he asked worried, stepping towards you, "You don't look too well."

You slowly raised your head, your limbs felt like they were already frozen. Loki’s eyes darted to your side and your hands that clutched it tightly, trying to hide the crimson patch that grew on your suit.

“Y/N?!” was the last thing you heard before your knees buckled and you fell onto the ground. Your eyes fell shut.

“Hey, Y/N! Stay awake!” Loki was by your side in an instant, picking you up from the ground carefully. Your lips were already blue and he was shocked when his free hand caressed your ice-cold cheek.

“Tony's already on his way. Just stay with me for a little bit longer.” he pleaded with you as he wrapped you into his cloak.

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The smell of fire brought you back to your senses. You could hear the calming crackling of the wood burning. You slowly blinked your eyes open and adjusted your eyes to the dim lighting.

“Hello, sleepyhead.” Loki greeted you with a warm smile, “You had me worried there for a moment.”

“Where are we?” you croaked out, your throat feeling dry. Only then you noticed that you were laying on a bed as the mattress under you dipped when Loki sat beside you, handing you a glass of water.

“We were lucky, I was carrring you up the hill when I found this abandonned cabin not far away from our actual path. It can't be abandoned for that long, l found some wood for the fire, so you wouldn't freeze to death under my care. I could even clean your wound and heal it. Still, you should be careful for a few more days.” Loki explained, softly rubbing your arm, “How are you feeling?”

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you got hit?” Loki tried to sound as calm as possible but you could hear that he wanted to scold you for being so careless.

“I didn’t want to slow us down.” you admitted sheepishly, a shudder suddenly running over your body, "And now I did anyway."

“You look cold, come here.” Loki decided to continue the scolding when you were in better shape again. Instead he leaned back onto the bed more comfortably, opening his arms as an invitation.

“Thank you, Lo.” you breathed against his chest as you gladly cuddled against him for more warmth. Loki carefully wrapped his arms around you. Your eyes grew heavy again as a worrying thought crossed your mind.

“What about Tony? Does he know where we are?" you shot up and regretted the fast motion instantly, a sting reminding you of Loki's prior words to take it easy.

“Shh, take some rest,” he gently rubbed your back, trying to calm you, “I already took care of everything. He will be here any minute now.”

"What would I do without you." you sighed deeply, resting comfortably on Loki again. His steady breathing lulling you back to sleep as he drew shapes onto your back.

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gaydrummerboy · 4 months

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Switching roles: Andrew and Ricky

The sound of the TV filled the room as Ricky laid spread out over the couch, one hand in his briefs playing with his soft little dick and the other hand flicking through channels, searching for something to watch. He had spent many days like this recently, lazily lounging on the couch, playing with himself, watching TV and enjoying his fill of snacks; his snacking was starting to take a little toll and his flat midsection had started to look bloated every day but he wasn’t too bothered since it was the holidays and even though he doesn’t go to the gym or work out in any way, he knew he’d lose the weight easy.

Ricky looked across the room to the small, round clock on the wall and was shocked by the time, it was 6:30 in the evening; he had spent another day lazing around on the sofa watching TV. “Huh, he should be home by now” Ricky thought to himself, his boyfriend Andrew normally got home around 6, he looked at his phone but there was no message to say he was delayed or anything.

Several minutes later, Ricky heard the loud steps of his boyfriend coming down the hallway and into their small 1-bedroom apartment. Andrew stood in the doorway, his muscular chest rising and falling under his tight work shirt from some kind of exercise.

“Sorry I'm late” he breathed, “I was shopping after work.” He set the large bags on the floor and sat down on the arm of the couch to catch his breath. Ricky looked over and peaked into the bags, in the first one was what seemed to look like a small green and red tunic and in the other a deep red coat.

“Phil has invited us to his costume party, so I thought I'd pick us up a costume each to get into the festive spirit” Andrew took a deep breath and smiled a guilty smile. He pulled a large red coat from the first bag which had a large, buckled belt wrapped around. “You can be Santa” he reached into the other bag and pulled out a smaller looking green shirt and matching green, red and white striped tights, “and I'll be your merry elf”

For a moment Ricky was speechless, he didn’t know what to say to his 6 '3, hairy, beast of a boyfriend that wanted him, a 5’2 skinny twink, to dress as Santa for a party while he dons a small elf costume and tights. “Why am I dressing up as Santa?” Ricky asked, eyeing up the costume in Andrews' strong hands. “A costume like that would look ridiculous on me”

“I think you’ll look cute. Like a young santa, before he grew a proper beard and a belly” Andrew stepped closer, laying the costume over the sofa and embracing Ricky in his strong arms. “And the clerk in the store said that every costume there, is one size fits all” he added, pulling the smaller man into his chest for a few seconds before releasing. “Also, I’m sure the tights will make my ass look great” he stood up and turned slightly and wiggled his bubble butt at Ricky in his tight work slacks.

Ricky couldn’t deny it, Andrews muscular ass would look great in the tights.

“I look ridiculous.” Ricky announced to Andrew as he wrapped the leather costume belt around his waist to hold the oversized Santa coat together. He grabbed the fake beard from the side of the bed and strapped it around his head and adjusted it slightly to cover his mouth properly then he put the hat on his head to complete the ensemble

The coat hung off his short, skinny frame and fell to his knees obscuring the matching red trousers that were bunched around his ankles. The artificial beard covered most of his face, the only part of the costume that fit him comfortably was the hat. Ricky heard the bedroom door open and turned to see Andrews' large frame filling the doorway.

“You look cute” Andrew stated, stopping into the bedroom and standing in front of the full-length mirror and adjusting the jacket of his costume. Ricky sat on the bed and drank in the sight of Andrew posing and checking himself out in the mirror.

The elf costume consisted of a dark green velvet tunic that barely reached his waist adorned with small red and white bells around the collar, a green hat with a red puff ball on the end and red white and green striped tights. The costume seemed to be a size too small, the tights seemed to be stretched over his thick thighs and the tunic that would normally be baggy on anyone else outlined his full pecs, beer belly and thicker waistline which had grown from giving into his sweet tooth at every occasion since Halloween.

He turned slightly and Ricky got a full view of Andrew's bubble butt, the tight tunic didn’t get close to it since it was stretched thin over his hips, chest and stomach. “I really like this costume, even if it is a little tight around the middle” he looked down and cupped his belly and shook it slightly.

“We’ve got plenty of time to change before the party” Ricky replied, getting up and wrapping his arms around Andrew's belly. “I think you’ll make a much better Santa than me” he whispered, running his hands over his belly and massaging his soft pecs. “You've got the body for it, and I can be your little helper” in the mirror, Ricky could see Andrews growing bulge and hungry look in his eyes focused on his body in the tight costume.

“I don’t know” Andrew looked around, “I think you look cute with the hat and beard but there’s something missing...” Andrew trailed off and saw what he was looking for on the bed. He leant over and grabbed the round pillow and pushed it into the Santa jacket. “There, your costume is complete” Andrew took a step back and admired Ricky’s costume.

Ricky looked at his reflection in the mirror and his eyes were drawn down to his midsection, the round pillow Andrew stuffed under the jacket gave Ricky a comically large gut that stuck out from his skinny frame. “Uh, thanks, this really completes the outfit '' Ricky chided, pushing his hands into the pillow.

“Anytime, tonight, you can be the one with the belly” Andrew chuckled, “we better get going before we’re late, Phil said he’s been working on making perfect hot chocolate and I'm not missing out on that” Andrew grabbed his phone from the bedside, checked the time and stuffed it into the tight, jingling tunic. As Ricky stared at his reflection, at the back of his mind he heard Andrew's voice echo quietly, ‘One size fits all.’

Andrew and Ricky arrived at the party several minutes later, lucky for them Phil lived quite close, they approached the front door and Andrew pushed it open and they walked in. The sounds of drunk cheers and unintelligible toasts filled the air as they entered the house, Ricky was hit by the smell of nutmeg and hot chocolate and his mouth started to water; Phil made the best homemade eggnog, and he couldn’t wait to try it.

As if right on cue, their host came around the corner and greeted them both, “welcome guys, here’s a hot chocolate and candy cane for the big elf and an eggnog and sugar cookie for little Santa” Phil handed them their warm beverages and they both took a long drink.

“fuck, Phil you make the best hot chocolate and cheers for the candy cane” Andrew put the candy cane into chocolate, gave it a stir and sucked the excess chocolate off. “you’re not helping my sweet tooth either,” he scolded jokingly.

“the best eggnog and cookies too” Ricky added after taking another long sip and a large but out of the surgery cookie.

“It’s the holidays, live a little” their generous host laughed and put his hands on his stomach, and gave it a gentle shake. “If we weren’t supposed to indulge over the holidays, gym memberships wouldn’t be so cheap in January” he grinned. As Ricky watched, he could tell that Phil’s colorful Christmas jumper and indulgent attitude was hiding a few extra pounds that weren’t there in the summer.

“Oh and if you run out of hot chocolate or eggnog or you want anything else to eat, help yourself there’s plenty to eat and drink all over the house but I’ll warn you, the sweets are pretty addictive” he smiled then walked away to greet other guests that had joined the party.

Ricky and Andrew looked down at the cups in their hands and noticed that in the span of 2 minutes they’d both eaten the candy cane and biscuit and nearly finished their drinks; feeling the Christmas spirit, Ricky looked around and found a large pot of Eggnog on the dining table in the other room next to a large plate of Santa shaped sugar cookies.

“If I’m going to look like him, I might as well play the part” Ricky said to himself, he wandered over to the dining table and stuffed a cookie into his mouth, washed it down with a full glass then filled it back up. “Ho Ho Ho” he laughed out loud as he walked around the party, making small talk with strangers and acquaintances he’d met through Andrew while stuffing his skinny face with sugar cookies and rich eggnog.

Andrew stood in the doorway and watched his already tipsy boyfriend then turned around to start mingling with his friends; the aftertaste of the hot chocolate clung to Andrew, it was the best hot chocolate he’d ever had, and he wanted more along with a peppermint candy cane to suck on.

He wandered around the party, making small talk with some new acquaintances and catching up with several friends. As he mingled around the party, Andrew felt something gnawing at him at the back of his mind, like there was something obvious he wasn’t noticing.

After about an hour and 4 cups of hot chocolate and candy canes, Andrew caught his reflection in the tall plain mirror in the dining room and noticed that after all of the hot chocolate, sweets and other party snacks, his festive costume didn’t feel any tighter on him than it did originally, instead it looked and felt somewhat looser on his arms, chest and stomach.

“mhm, the costume must’ve stretched or something” he told himself as he admired himself in the mirror, not noticing the slight difference before he walked away for a fresh cup of the creamy hot chocolate.

Ricky continued walking around the party, every time his glass was half empty, he filled it back to the top with fresh eggnog; he had lost count of how much he’d drunk after 2 hours but the cushion under his Santa jacket started to feel a little snug, so He reached in and pulled the pillow out.

“Much better” he patted his flatter stomach, feeling the bloat from the eggnog under the baggy jacket.

Ricky made his way around the party, determined to drink his body weight in the delicious eggnog and calories packed sugar cookies, not thinking of what effects it would have on his skinny frame under the baggy costume.

“Hey lil Santa, are you enjoying the party?” Phil approached him, a large glass of eggnog in one hand and a cookie in the other. “Have you lost weight?” He slurred.

“Yep! Santa’s on a new diet!” he announced, unaware of how loud he was. “It’s a new diet of sugar cookies and your amazing eggnog!” he laughed, wrapping his arm around Phil generously and pulling him in for a half hug. In the affectionate hug, Ricky noticed that he came up taller against Phil than before, but before he could really think about it the realization slipped away.

“It's working wonders!” Phil said, matching Ricky’s volume and level of excitement, “you’ve barely got a belly anymore!” he put his hand on Ricky’s mid-section and chuckled. “Still got a little way to go though!”

As Phil patted his belly, Ricky felt something strange. The T -shirt he was wearing under the costume felt a little snug around his midsection. “Must be from all of the eggnog” he thought to himself.

“I’ll see you in a bit lil Santa!” Phil let go of Ricky’s belly and walked away, disappearing into the crowd that filled his house.

Ricky looked down and ran his hand over his body and he could feel a slight softness underneath the costume then he heard Andrew's voice echo again but this time it was a little louder, as if he was closer, ‘One size fits all.’ He felt his stomach rumble then felt a strange sensation under his costume. The plain T shirt he wore started to feel like it was shrinking around his midsection, he tried to unbuckle the belt around his waist, but the buckle didn’t budge.

In a panic he continued to feel his stomach, feeling it grow softer and his t-shirt tighter as his sides started to fill out into small love handles, the feeling faded after about 2 minutes. Ricky looked around but one noticed his sudden growth, he caught his reflection in a small mirror and breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his strange growth was hidden beneath his, not as baggy costume. He also noticed that along with his belly growing, he’d grown about 6 inches in height as well.

“What the fuck is going on” he thought to himself then he felt his face start itch under the elastic Santa beard. “God, I hope I’m not allergic to this thing” he grumbled, scratching harder until he lost patience and took the beard off all together. His jawline tingled from the scratching.

He felt his stomach rumble again, so he made his way through the party to the toilet and locked the door behind him. The bathroom wasn’t the biggest, but it had a large mirror along with a spotless white sink and toilet. Ricky looked at his reflection in the mirror and noticed that he looked taller than before, his jawline was red from the itching but there was a roughness to it.

“a 5 o’ clock shadow?” He whispered to himself, rubbing the stubble around his pitiful goatee.

His stomach gave another rumble, and it watched his reflection slowly grow another few inches in height along with his belly. The extra pounds were really starting to show now, Ricky noticed that his face seemed softer, his sharp jawline was softening into a double chin and the oversized costume was starting to look less baggy, especially around his belly.

Ricky tried again to remove the belt that held the costume together, but the buckle didn’t budge. He parted the jacket a little at the top to try and slip out of the costume but it was no use; behind the jacket, Ricky could feel the T shirt he wore underneath straining at the seams at his sudden growth, the stitched on the side felt like they were being pulled apart as he watched himself grow bigger and rounder. At first Ricky was concerned about his sudden growth spurt and unnatural weight gain but soon after he started growing he started to feel different about his heavier appearance; he felt that people would notice him when he entered a room since before he felt invisible most of the time, being shorter than everyone, he especially felt invisible around guys bigger than too.

After a few minutes the feeling of growing subsided and Ricky stood there admiring himself in the mirror. The 5 o'clock shadow he had grew out into a more substantial stubble covering his soft double chin and fuller cheeks. His hefty belly was extremely obvious as it pushed against the fabric of the jacket and leather belt; the trousers that came with the costume, that were bunched up around his skinny legs earlier, now clung to his meaty thighs and fat ass, they even looked a little short for him now. Ricky gave his gut a hard slap and felt his body jiggle, the variety of new feelings got his cock hard in seconds.

“Andrews not gonna believe this” he grinned, taken back by the new lower tone in his voice. He gave his gut another slap then stepped out of the bathroom where he saw Phil.

“Hey daddy Santa, where’s your little elf gone?” Phil asked in a flirty tone. Ricky couldn’t help but notice that he stood a good 3 inches taller than Phil now and his large frame made him look smaller

“Oh Andrew? I was going to ask you. If you tell me, you might get on my naughty list” he grinned at the smaller man.

Phil cheeks flushed red, “he was” he choked and cleared his throat, “he was in the dining room last time I saw him” Phil looked down, trying not to make eye contact with Ricky.

“Thanks, maybe later I’ll stuff your stocking” Ricky grinned as he walked away, as he passed Phil, he couldn’t help but give his juicy ass a firm squeeze, causing him to let out a submissive moan.

Andrew continued to admire himself in the mirror, turning slightly to see how the tight costume hugged his bulky frame. The bell covered shirt outlined his soft pecs and strong arms perfectly along with off the distinct curve of his bloated belly.

“After New Year, it’s the gym for you!” He told himself, shaking his belly, feeling his bulge stir in the tights.

Andrew felt his whole-body tingle as he took another swig of his hot chocolate, loving the mix of chocolate and alcohol and caught his reflection in the mirror again. Did his beard look a little shorter and less full? He stared at it for a moment and took another drink. He looked back to his reflection, and it didn’t look right again, this time his beard looked shorter, and his face looked fuller; strangely, he looked shorter too, like he’d shrunk about 2 inches.

“What the fuck is happening to me?” He said aloud, he was taken aback by the slightly higher pitch of his voice. He felt his cock grow harder in his tights and with each throb he watched his height slowly diminish and his facial features get smoother and younger until his beard was gone and his face was baby smooth, and his bulge throbbed harder.

“I need to deal with this before anything else shrinks” he thought to himself, grabbing his bulge then retracting his hand as if he’d been stung. He looked up at the mirror and saw a younger, chubby version of himself staring back wearing the same bell covered elf costume; his belly and love handles strained against the green tunic and his chubby thighs jiggled in the tights as they rubbed together. he nearly fell to the floor in tears as he looked between his legs for the package that made guys his size drool and beg but it wasn’t there, instead there was a pitiful little nub sandwiched between his fat thighs but ir still throbbed, begging for attention.

“This can’t be happening” he said to himself, “this can’t be real!” he reached into the pocket of the tight tunic and pulled out his wallet for confirmation that nothing had really changed. He opened it up and took his driver's license out and his worries were confirmed; the license stated his name and other important details, Andy Smith, weight: 200lbs, height 5’, as he continued, he felt his eyes begin to water then the last detail was the final straw. Date of birth: 12/ 03/ 2002. “I can’t be 21 again!” he stared, doing the math in his head, ignoring the other details.

“This can’t be happening,” he told himself repeatedly. “My name is Andrew and I’m 32 and 6’3!” he thought to himself.

Andy’s frantic thoughts were interrupted by a firm hand grabbing his ample rear and squeezing hard. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere” a deep voice whispered, Andy could smell the brandy and eggnog on his breath. “But don’t worry, Santa’s got plenty of presents in his sack for you to enjoy” the large man wrapped his arms around Andy and hugged him tight then put him down. Andy turned around and nearly fell over when he realized who was standing in front of him.

“Ricky?! What the fuck is going on!” Andy whined, drinking in the sight of his much larger, older boyfriend.

“I don’t know, boy, maybe it's these costumes” he chided, “but what I do know is, you’ll make a very nice little helper and I’ve got an important delivery to make” the much larger Ricky reached down and grabbed his impressive bulge.

Andy felt his mouth water and his mind begin to get cloudy as Ricky took his hand and walked him upstairs into one of the empty bedrooms. Hardly anybody in the party noticed or said anything about the 2 walking away together since they knew Richard and Andy to be a very sexual and open couple. Phil caught a glimpse of the 2 walking upstairs and smiled to himself and adjusted his semi in his tight jeans; wishing he could get in between the chub daddy that was Richard and the slutty little elf that was Andrew.

Phil waited a few minutes then decided to climb the stairs after them, hoping to be included in whatever sexual acts they were planning to do under his roof.

#deviantart #gay twink #short story #shrinking #belly #gay #fettish #age regression #age progression tf #wg #fat belly #chub kink #shrink #growth #costumetf #daddy k!nk

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bikepackinguk · 8 months

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Day One Hundred and Seven

It's a brisk morning as I wake in the pre-dawn twilight in a park bench in Pevensey. I have my bivvy huddled around me to keep me nice and warm, but I know I'll soon miss the chill air. It's another clear sky above meaning the temperature will soon rise!

I get my gear stowed away once more and it's back to the road again, following Route 2 as it loops past Pevensey and heads out around the Pevensey Levels.

I'm soon back to the shore once more at Normans Bay, and the road leads on into Hastings.

It's another long stretch of coastline riding along the promenade sections here, and with the sun rising over the water makes for a beautiful start to the day.

Right along the length of Hastings' beach I ride, before the route swings inland to track up and around the cliffs past Hastings Old Town.

After an initial steep grind up through the back roads, the path leads on to a long steady climb into the hills of Hastings Country Park. It's some effort in the rising heat, but the nice leafy surrou offer some nice scenery as well as appreciated shade.

Cresting the hills, the route leads back out to the roads once again, and it's off on a zooming downhill through Fairlight.

It's at this point where my.bike begins to make some very worrying noises, which worsen as my pace increases. fearing the worst, I pull over to try and figure out what's awry.

Alas, what I find is one of the worst outcomes I'd been fearing over this adventure - one of the spokes on my rear wheel has gone kaput and snapped.

That's a fairly major problem! There's a significant buckle to the wheel, and the spoke in question is threaded behind the rear chainset. In most circumstances, modern bikes can be maintained and repaired with a fairly basic set of tools, but this is one situation that requires some more specialised equipment which I do not have with me.

With a check of the map showing no bike shops within many miles, I'm going to have to get my own way out of this. Whilst properly trueing a wheel can be a bitnof a dark art, it's not something I'm proficient at, though I do have a spoke wrench in my pack for emergencies such as this.

I manage to snap off as much of the spoke as I can to prevent it making its way into any other components and set to work. With a little trial and error I'm able to at least get the rim righted enough that the wheel can rotate freely - it's very much a temporary fix and there's still a bit of buckle going on, but it should be enough to at least get kenin motion once more.

Hell, with only a couple hundred miles left in this voyage, it might even be enough to see me home, but I'll have to take some care and a pinch of luck for that. But I've had a good dose of that so far, and Ol' Bessie is quite a tank of a bike, so fingers crossed!

Nothing for it now but to load the gear back on and gently get underway. I'm taking it slow and steady following the road out past Pett Level and on through Winchelsea, but everything seems to be rolling ok so far, so my emergency tinkering may have proven fruitful.

Route 2 leads on down a very rocky pathway to Rye, which I don't like the look of given my current wheel concerns, so I travek up and over the nearby hill to instead take the road into town.

The B2089 has a closure on part of it, typical given my sudden reliance on it. However, as various cars and vans ignore the signs and are then forced to turn around, being on bike has a great advantage in that I can instantly jump off and become a pedestrian, walking around the roadworks and carrying on.

After a shirt break in the park in Rye to refuel and calm my nerves a little, I follow on through the twisting streets it's on to some nice segregated pathways around farm pastures and nature reserves to head past the beautiful beach of Camber Sands, and then a long trek around the roads to head around the MOD firing range at Dungeness.

With a busy A road hitting the coast past here, I stick with NCN Route 2 as it passes through Lydd and takes off around the country lanes to avoid the heavy traffic.

It's a nice meander of quiet farm roads, though the sun is doing its best to wring more sweat from.

Twisting around through Romney Marsh, the roads eventually deliver me to a towpath beside the Royal Military Canal.

I take a welcome break in the shade of the trees for a moment, then head down this lovely trail as it leads down the canalside, past numerous picnic spots and beautiful green areas, before arriving in the pleasant town of Hythe.

After a quick resupply, I follow on with Route 2 as it yracks further along the canal, before some less obvious signage means I head down some rougher pathways that are rife with tree roots and stones. Not what I'm after whilst nursing this wheel along!

I manage to extricate myself from the pathways and get back out to the seafront, where a great long stretch of promenade riding awaits me.

Around and under the cliffsides the pathing continues, leading on beside the beach to round the corner and lead on to the famous port of Folkstone.

The seaside riding finally ends just shy of the harbour, where I'm obliged to head up around the footpaths and back to the roads.

Rounding the edge of Folkstone, the road begins to climb up and as I ascend I get a great sight of the iconic white cliffs that South East Kent is famed for.

The gradient increases as it's time to slog up onto the top of the cliffs,l. Thankfully the route is away from traffic as it tracks a pathway up and up, but it's still some heavy going.

Finally reaching the top of the climb, I turj to receive an outstanding view of Folkstone far below. With the day still being clear and bright, it's even possible to make out the coast of France from up here!

I head a little further around the road towards Capel-le-Ferne, past an old pillbox, but soon realise that rush hour is kicking in and the roads ahead are soon to be heaving with impatient commuters.

Given the good mileage made today, and the stresses of worrying repairs, I think it's time to call it for the day. I'd thankfully spotted a nice secluded spot on my slog up the cliffs that should offer a fair night's rest, as well as a beautiful view for the morning, so it's time to get some rest ready for tomorrow.

TTFN!

#bikepacking #bicycle touring #wild camping #cycling the coast of great britain

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pivsketch · 1 year

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i forgot how to draw greg lowell. it took me several days to work out all the wrong ways to draw him until i figured out the least worst way. downside of only doing rough lil sketches is not being able to use my own dang drawings as reference. here is example of Bad Drawing next to Good Drawing. i'll spare you further ramblings, unless you want to see them, which youll find them under the cut

last time i drew him with lumpy hair? which i think was intended to be curls? i do not draw enough curly hair to halfass it properly. it is a massive deficit i want to work on, hence, the desire to at least wavy this basic man's hair. a lot of waffling was done trying to figure out 1) how to draw the curly and 2) how to make it short, but i managed it. i guess. im content with this amount of hair wigglys for lowell. after i designed 4 guys for TAGCEN who have straight hair... well, you know. i gotta draw different hair, man.

lowell having light brown curly hair kinda just makes him the comical opposite of riggs who has black porcupine spines for hair, but. well. i didnt like lowell with darker hair, and hes a stressed out white guy who doesnt go outside enough and is going gray a little. whaddya gonna do about that, i guess.

santiago has long tight wavy hair, so if i want to tackle that i can buckle down and draw her. i do want/need to draw some 3A type hair and beyond, but i'd need to make a new oc about it. or draw some real people, theres a couple of studies ive been meaning to do, but i just need to get a window of energy big enough to commit to the effort...

#LDRF #calling a readmore a cut... thats a livejournal thing right?#my language betraying my history. even tho i wasnt THAT much of an LJ user back in the day...

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middleagerunblog · 4 months

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XIV.

To tell you the truth, though, I don't think I deserve your kindness. I'm trying my best to be a much better person, but things aren't going so well. The next time we meet I hope I'll have my act together. Whether that will happen or not, I don't know.

- Kafka, in the note he writes to Sakura, before leaving her apartment, not knowing where he is going to stay next as "fate seems to be taking" him "in some even stranger directions" about a fifth of the way through Kafka on the Shore

So the weekend wasn't great in terms of eating, which bled into Monday, which again, wasn't great. Held on for most of Tuesday but finally succumbed to a few Christmas goodies before dinner and many more after. Woke up Wednesday with a bleh feeling in my stomach, resigned--like I so often am in these instances--to buckle down and try again.

My wife and I discuss weekend plans, which involve socializing and eating and drinking, and I already start to dread wearing pants and properly-fitting clothes over a bloated belly.

But I still have time, I can have a healthy Wednesday to Thursday to Friday morning-afternoon before my pants-required event on Friday night. And I've realized recently that it's not my weight per se making my clothes feel too tight, but rather it's how I've been eating. My clothes will feel better weighing 190 after a light/healthy eating streak than they would weighing 185 coming off a bender.

So Wednesday morning is my typical weekday morning, I have nothing other than a cup of coffee then half a bottle of water before/during/after my 3-mile run at an easy pace. I feel predictably amazing immediately upon finishing my run, motivated to continue the feeling by eating well the rest of the day, motivation that typically falls apart somewhere just after lunch to just before dinner.

But I tell myself today will be different.

After driving my youngest son to school, doing a couple hours of work at my sit/stand desk, opting to sit this particular morning when I usually stand for the first part of the day, I take the dog on a walk, listening to the final few tracks off Donda by Kanye West. Wearing this particular outfit (a hoodie with shorts and sneakers and my Steelers tossle cap), walking this particular dog, listening to this particular music, enjoying this particular weather (about 50F and sunny), I feel unusually confident.

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Back at the house, doing more work, having a couple 1:1s via phone, I start to get hungry, especially after 11a. But I hold off starting because I pick my oldest son texted me for a ride home from school just after 11:30. It's finals week and his usual ride home is on a different schedule today.

When we get home at around 11:45, I heat some olive oil in a pan on the stove. I take some of the already chopped and seasoned golden potatoes in a Ziploc bag in the fridge (excess from a recipe we made last week) and start to cook them in the pan and cover them with a lid. I wait a few minutes and flip them, they shouldn't take too long to cook since they're chopped into fairly small pieces. After another few minutes I flip them again and add a decent helping of kale (also excess from another meal prep session) and put the lid back on. Everything seems to be cooking up nicely. I don't wait that much longer before adding the rest of the leftover chopped up sirloin steak (from yet another previous meal). I mix everything up with a spatula and sprinkle on lots of everything bagel seasoning. After another minute or two, it's ready. I use the spatula to transfer everything from the pan to a large bowl, top it off with some Willy's salsa (I prefer hot but mild is all we have) and shredded cheese. I take my first mouthful at 12:02. It's delicious.

More work, a few more calls, and I'm ready for some afternoon coffee. It doesn't take long to make since I'm only brewing one mug's worth. But being in the kitchen surrounded by Christmas goodies starts to make me crave sweets. A few cookies would pair amazingly with my coffee. Instead I go to the pantry and measure out a 1/4 cup of unsalted cashews and a 1/4 cup of unsalted mixed nuts and put them into a plastic cereal bowl. I pour the coffee into the large mug, take that and the bowl of nuts back to my desk for some more work.

I look at the clock at 4p, think to myself I'm still feeling satiated, finish up my last few calls, and come downstairs around 5p. My wife got home a few minutes earlier, so I make us each a cranberry juice and club soda on the rocks with lime for a healthy non-alcoholic drink to start winter break. Everyone starts to get into the treats, but I know if I can hold off another hour, I am driving my daughter to soccer practice, and I've all but made it.

Just before leaving, changes in driving arrangements are proposed and I am overly curt with everyone, giving them made up reasons why plans can't be changed. The real reason is probably because I'm hungry and cranky and just want to be successful on my goal of being healthy today and don't want any new obstacles in my way.

On the way to practice, my daughter and I listen to my "Last Christmas" playlist on Apple Music, consisting of the original plus 36 different cover versions. We both spontaneously burst into song each time midway through the second verse at "I wrapped it up and set it with a note saying, 'I love you.' I meant it," and sing the rest of that verse through the next refrain.

I drop my daughter off at the soccer field then drive to a Chipotle close by for my dinner. I order a salad and they seem to be out of the salad mix so the worker makes my base out of the lettuce used for toppings at the end of the line. They are also out of fajita veggies, so this salad is barely a salad. I get pinto beans, carnitas, hot and mild salsa, and cheese. I try to add guac, but they are out of that too, but that saves me a few bucks so I'm OK with it. I have to wait an unusually long time to pay as the worker at the register is try to sort out some mistakes with someone else's online order. Another worker finally covers the register, rings me up, and I take my lackluster salad and medium cup for ice water to one of the few clean tables in the mostly empty dining area. I eat my dinner and read chapters 10 and 11 in my book. The line about trying to be better but things not going well resonates with me.

Back to the soccer field just after 7:30 and I know that I've made it. By the time this practice ends and we make it home, it'll be 8:30. If I've held on for this long, I will hold on for the rest of the evening. We listen to more of the "Last Christmas" playlist all the way home, singing in the same spots.

I make it home, brush my teeth, put my pajamas on, and type out the first half of this post to keep myself busy and away from the kitchen and all the Christmas goodies. I wake up Thursday feeling moderately hungry and prepare to face a another day of similar but different challenges.

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theroninknight · 2 years

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Dodging bullets

I pray.

Not because I believe God will magically make things happen regardless of my own efforts, but because I believe God will do what they want irregardless of my desires.

(If irregardless bothers you just stop reading)

I believe in a balance. Karma, if you want to call it that, and a will of the universe all manifesting into the being we call God. If you're susceptible to hear them, they are always speaking, you just have to listen.

I had a job interview that I really wanted to make happen and the end result was nothing but frustration.

Starts with a call after I placed the application, inquiring about an interview. I tell them I'm interested and they let me know they'll have to contact me later with an appointment. That was a Thursday. Monday comes and I figure I'll just call and see what happened. Goes straight to voice-mail and I get a response later that evening. Interview for that Wednesday. Wednesday comes, I nail the interview, they ask for a assessment the next day. Typical in the industry so I agree to a time and they say at least 3 times they'll call before the assessment. Time comes, I end up calling them 5 mins after the scheduled start. We do the assessment, which was a quick 5 question answer test and I email it back. No response that day. Holiday comes up a few days later so I give them the benefit of doubt and call later in the week. Voice-mail that routes to another individual but no answer. Few days later finally gets an email saying I didn't get the job from someone I never met but cool beans, at least I got a confirmation. Now at this point I'm glad I didn't get the job cause it took more than a week for me to hear from them whereas my wife says I'm lucky to hear anything at all. I understand companies can get busy and behind but it also shows me what kind of folks I'll be dealing with. So another week pass, I get an email at night asking if I want to retake the assessment. Mind you of the 5 questions, I got 2 wrong by leaving off half the answer. In math, showing your work is worth half the points so I figured if your gonna time me and I at least get half of it right that should count for something but in this case I guess I was wrong. Now at this point, I really don't want to be there due to the poor communication so far but I figure I could humor them and answer the entire thing and see what happens. We agree on a date and time and buckle down to make sure I don't mess up twice. Agreed upon time arrives and...nothing. a full hour and a half passes before I'm contacted with "I had a meeting that ran late. Would you want to reschedule?"

No thanks.

My time is precious and if this is how you treat me now, Lord knows what will happen after I actually start working for you. I had a pit in my stomach ever since I first had to call back for the initial interview that got worse with each subsequent call. I can never get my time back and yet I'm expected to dole it out for them to decide on a whim if they want me.

I believe you should be willing to fight for the position you want but I also believe they have to prove themselves at the same time. A company that can't even acquire new hires properly, is a sign that they either don't want you or are so understaffed you're walking into a war zone.

End of the day, I'm glad I didn't get the position because this position requires some on the job training that I can't be certain they would have given. Last thing I need is to be there six months and have the next company question why I wanted to leave so soon.

Always trust your gut. It just may be God's way of letting you know something isn't right.

#personal #rant #bad vibes #trust the process

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taechaos · 3 years

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Rightful Punishment

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!reader

synopsis: You do Jungkook's assignments in exchange for his affection. You don't even perform as well in your own subjects, but you don't care because all you want to do in life is make Jungkook happy. But it gets complicated when he gets a bad grade because of you.

genre: drabble, smut, college au

warnings: degradation, dubcon, exhibition

word count: 1.4k

"Hurry the fuck up," Jungkook grunts in your ear as you try your best to write the conclusion for his essay. He took you to the library before his Literature lecture when you told him you weren't finished with his assignment, and he keeps pestering you in a hushed voice because of his limited time.

You don't take Literature, but you're dealing with the pressure of his grades for him.

"I'm almost done," you whisper as you skim over the contents of the long text that you stayed up scribbling because Jungkook's professor is a man from the older generation when online documents weren't a thing. It's a pain in the ass, but you don't dare complain. When you're confident that you've summarized your - his conclusion in perfect detail, you brightly grin and show it to him. "I finished it!"

He doesn't bother reading it and only runs his eyes over your handwriting to make sure it's intelligible. "Good girl," the corner of his lips tugs upwards in satisfaction when he makes out your analysis of some short story.

"Can I have my kiss now?" your eyes gleam with hope as you shyly look up at him. He's hovering over you with a hand on the back of your chair, knees bent to see you work better. He shortly pecks your lips and pats your head before walking off with your essay secured in his hand as he starts to read it without bidding you farewell. Your heart flutters as you watch him leave, your fingertip grazing his lingering kiss on your lips.

You do Jungkook's assignments in exchange for his affection. You don't even perform as well in your own subjects, but you don't care because all you want to do in life is make Jungkook happy. With the blessing of having academic smarts, you waste it on a man who only loves you when you give him what you need.

That detail doesn't sink in your head, because it doesn't matter.

Your heart aches when you have to admire him from afar. He doesn't allow you to interact with him in public unless he's delivering you a pile of work, which is every two weeks.

But it's different this time. Your face lights up when you're sitting on a bench outside your campus with a few friends and you notice Jungkook angrily stomping in your direction as he throws away a torn piece of paper on the green grass.

A smile graces your lips as you raise your hand to wave at him before he yanks on your wrist and pulls you out of your seat to drag you away. The sun is shining down on the both of you, and you're enjoying his bruising grip on your hand while birds chirp happily in the background. You're in bliss and you resist the urge to close your eyes until he's dragged you into an empty spot under the shade.

"You stupid fucking bitch," he spits as he pushes you against the wall. "That essay you gave me was bullshit! Are you playing me?"

"What?" you panic as your lips part. You hate seeing Jungkook upset. "But I-I worked so hard on it-"

"Hell you did," he grits, "I got a fucking C minus. I kissed you for that essay, only to get a C?"

"I'll rewrite it!" you instantly compromise in an attempt to please him, "please let me do it again. I promise I'll get you an A this time!"

His most common grade: A plus. Jungkook wants to become a paralegal without working a day in his life, and you're so willing to be taken advantage of that he doesn't even feel bad. The only form of appreciation you receive is a kiss or praise.

"He's not accepting retakes," he grumbles with a subtle snarl. "It's only 5% of my grade, so he thinks it doesn't matter." He scoffs at the audacity of the professor and you. "Get on your knees."

You stop scowling at the ground out of disappointment in yourself at his command and immediately obey. Your eyes grow wide when he starts unbuckling his belt. "What are you doing?"

"Shut the fuck up," he orders as he unzips himself. "I'm putting you to use, you dumb whore."

Your heart pounds as you convince yourself that you deserve the insults he throws at you; you did something wrong. He's just giving you the rightful punishment, you think when he shoves his cock inside your gaping mouth. Your scalp stings when he grips your hair to stop you from moving as he thursts in and out of your cavern. A gag rips out of you at his harsh movements when he sinks his length down to the hilt and his balls smack against your chin.

"Can't even do one fucking thing right," he snarls as he sharply breathes in and out through his nose. "Gonna fuck your brains out if you even have any."

He starts groaning when you swirl your tongue around him, disregarding your brimming tears and aching jaw. "Keep doing that," he demands while panting, and you wrap your lips around his length as he keep thrusting into you with your tongue desperately licking the underside of his shaft. "Fuck, yes," he moans under his breath.

"I thought about replacing you," he reveals while running his fingers through your hair as his hips begin to stutter. "Find someone smarter who can get one good fucking grade."

The tears you held back start streaming down your face as your heart sinks. You grow more desperate and hold onto his thighs, rubbing them up and down and pull your mouth away. A string of saliva connects you to the head of his cock as you whimper, "please don't. I'll do better, Jungkook, please!"

"I told you to shut up, didn't I?" he growls as he yanks on your hair and you whine at the pain. "Make me cum and I'll consider keeping you."

You start nodding frantically and swallow the pleads that beg to erupt from your swollen lips. You know what to do when he nods at you without moving his hips, so you start to pleasure him with your hand on his balls and your tongue teasing the slit on his tip. Your other hand pumps his throbbing length, and you moan to please him further. You're so needy, so desperate to make it up to him, and he knows it; he gets off on it.

He knows you love him with all of your being, but he doesn't realize that loves you just as much, if not more. He just wants to use you, and you're not doing yourself any favors with how feverishly you're sucking him off.

It resounds in his ears, all the noise you're making in an effort to satisfy him. You don't even care you're in a public space, and it turns him on to the point of sighing at the thought of fucking you in front of everyone.

"Go faster, don't you even know how to suck a dick properly?" he taunts and you take his balls in your mouth as your hand pumps him swiftly. You know he's reaching his high as his breaths become more audible, and you return to his tip to leave kitty licks. He's groaning at how feverous you are, and it's not long before cum begins to ooze out onto your tongue.

You lap it all up as he continues to release in your mouth while moaning breathily, loudly. "Shit, shit, shit," he hisses when he grows sensitive, bordering on overstimulation, and he pushes your head away to stroke himself to spurt out all of his cum.

You try your best to catch all of it, but a few drops land on your face and you collect them all with your finger. When he's finished, he holds himself up by leaning on the wall you're pushed up against. You're staring at his jaw and the way his chest inflates with each breath from under him. You swallow all of his release and it tastes slightly bitter on your tastebuds.

After he collects himself, he adjusts his pants and buckles up without saying anything.

"A-Are you going to leave me?" you meekly ask, but he doesn't reply. Only when he walks away as if nothing happened do you feel the pain on your knees that scraped against the cement from the force of his thrusts. You wipe the spit on your mouth when you take in your surroundings. A few students pass by you in the alley, only a few feet away from your campus.

Even though he humiliated you, you still love him and with a dull ache in your heart, you hope he doesn't leave you for someone else.

And you can't help but yearn for another lesson from him.

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