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procrastination

I used to be a person that procrastinated a lot. I would let things pile up to the point where I would be overwhelmed and did not know where to start. Now I am at the point where I know the comfort of not having a lot of work on the horizon and I like that feeling. So I do things quickly. As soon as I get an email, I respond. If I have a task, I just do it. I hate the feeling of being in bed knowing I have to wake up to do shit I could have done earlier. It helps me to sleep better at night when I know i’ve done what i’m supposed to do.

Okay but a modern (normal?) Au where Keith and his cat Red live in a tiny apartment and go on daily walks around the neighborhood. One day Red goes up a really tall tree and she just won’t come down. Keith tries everything including bribing her with treats, but she still won’t come down. Eventually, Keith sighs before climbing up to get her and suddenly he can’t get down because one of the lower branches snapped and it was too far to jump without hurting himself so he just kinda sits up there trying to figure out what to do. Shiro, Allura, and Matt are walking down the street at this time. Shiro is complaining about how single he is while Allura and Matt roll their eyes. “So what am I supposed to do? Just wait until the perfect man falls out of the sky into my arms?” Shiro whines. The tree branch Keith’s sitting on breaks sending Keith and Red tumbling down into Shiro’s arms. “I didn’t think that would work.” Shiro chokes out before setting Keith down.

a couple people i follow here that write or make art seem to be feeling a little under the weather, mentally or physically. i feel that pretty deeply right now, so i wanted to make something a little lowkey with two skeletons i particularly enjoy and know that some of those people do as well.

ah, full view definitely looks best on this one, by the way.

(if you think this is about you, it probably is, haha. i don’t have terribly many followers and love each and every one that i do. <3)

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bouncing baby boys ft. lazy two frame idle animations

Imagine Bill talking about how nervous he was during your first meeting and letting it slip he has a crush on you during an interview.

Originally posted by karlmordo

“So I- I didn’t ask you at first and don’t think anybody has let it go-” Jimmy said with a chuckle and Bill grinned to himself, nodding his head “But uh you said you met (Y/n) almost eight years ago? That’s- that’s a very long time you know.”

“Uh yeah” Bill rubbed the back of his neck a little nervously “My father had uhm he had invited me actually on set, to bemore specific, and I could never miss a chance like that. And- and that’s where I met her.”

“Hmh” Jimmy nodded his head “On the- on the set of Thor, right? Her character, and her as a person, has many fans that love her and is quite famous and so are you. Yet nobody has noticed a thing for all this time, it’s quite remarkable how you kept so low you know?”

“Oh uh” he chuckled “Well, it wasn’t that easy I will tell you. But we uhm had a friendship that we really wanted to last and for us to enjoy it we- we made the decision to be as subtle about it as possible. Our families knew of course, and so did our- our friends but uhm-” he cleared his throat, trying not to get off topic and let something slip of the two of you being more than just friends “It was all sort of- sort of us… living the moment every time, trying to make it just about… us?” he tried to explain with hand motions, hoping it didn’t come out so much as it being more than a friendship.

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I fucking hate the way my brain works I’m scared of my own thoughts and feelings and I have no idea how the world is going to feel in 10 seconds and I feel like there’s nothing I can do and I have no control over anything and I’m really trying to get better now more than ever before in my life but it’s just so difficult and I’m scared all the time and how am I supposed to live with a shit brain like this

Some Things Are Meant to Be

NurseyDex, 7100 words, Rated Teen, AU, Fake Relationship, Meet Cute, Wedding, Fluff (here on AO3)


“You want another one?” Will yelled, and Chris made some sort of loud, affirmative noise from the living room.

Will took a second beer from the fridge, balancing both in one hand while he grabbed a container of guac with the other. He slammed the fridge door shut with his hip but misjudged the necessary force, and several papers affixed to the front floated to the ground.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He set everything on the counter and crouched down, picking up the notice about his rent going up, his reminder card for his dentist appointment yesterday, and—shit.

Will plopped down on his ass, staring down in horror at the piece of heavy cardstock in his hand. Goddamn, he can’t believe that he forgot.

“Hey, what happened to that—shit. What’s wrong? What’s that?”

Will looked up at Chris, who circled the breakfast bar and sat down in front of him. He vaguely waved the paper. “An invitation. To my ex’s wedding. It’s…it was hidden on my fridge. I forgot about it.”

“Do you still love her or something? Is this an existential crisis type of situation?”

Will rolled his eyes. “No, definitely not. But I said I was bringing someone, back when I got the invitation, and I totally forgot. It’s on Saturday.”

“And you don’t wanna go alone?”

Will made a face. “Not after I RSVP’d with a plus-one. She’s still an ex, you know? Not that you would know anything about that,” he added dryly, and Chris grinned.

“You’re just jealous of me and Cait.”

“True,” Will murmured. He stared down at the invitation and sighed. “I guess I could text her and pretend to be sick or something.”

“No, you can’t do that!” Chris plucked the invitation from his hand. “Just pretend to be dating someone and bring them.”

Will lifted his eyebrows at him. “Uh, that’s not an actual thing that people do.”

“You don’t know that!” Chris protested, and Will snorted.

“Oh, yeah? And where exactly am I supposed to find a fake boyfriend?”

Chris grinned. “So I have this friend from college.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Yeah, and I bet he’ll do it. He’d totally be down for something like this. Here, I’ll text him right now,” he said, raising his voice over the sound of Will’s seemingly-fruitless protests. He dug his phone out of his back pocket and spoke slowly as he typed. “Hey dude, you wanna pretend to be the boyfriend of my friend from work for a wedding? Saturday night.”

Will groaned, bracing his elbows on his knees as he buried his head in his hands. “Chris, you can’t just—”

“He said yes,” Chris reported, staring down at his phone, and Will’s jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?”

He scooted around to sit next to Chris, who helpfully tilted his phone so Will could see the message. Sure. He cute?

Very, Chris wrote back, and Will grimaced. “Don’t—don’t oversell it, jeez.”

“You’re super hot, Will, deal with it.”

“Is he cute?”

“Very,” Chris repeated, and Will snorted. “I’m giving him your number. His name’s Derek, by the way.”

Will sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I have a feeling that I’m going to regret this.”

“Worst case scenario, you’ll have a great story to tell.” Chris got to his feet and held a hand out to Will to haul him up. “Grab those beers, third period’s about to start.”


Hey, sugarplum.

I don’t think I could keep a straight face if someone called me sugarplum in public.

Ok, strike that one from the list. Lovebug?

Just my name is fine. Which is Will.

And this whole thing was Chris’s idea, btw.

Oh, I have no doubt.

I just wanted to feign illness.

But this will be way more fun!

Yeah? You pretend to be people’s boyfriend often?

Nah, you’re popping my cherry.

Honeybear.

Ok, what did I say about that.

This is gonna be fun. So where’s this wedding? Saturday, right?

Yeah. Brooklyn Botanic Garden

Ooh nice. Dress code?

Suit, no tux. Should we meet up beforehand?

You know that random bar/bakery @ Union/Franklin? Wanna meet there?

Great. 6:30?

Awesome. See you then, studmuffin.

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Actor AU promps I’ll never write

As a fic writer, I can only write so much, but I have so many ideas, so here’s some you can steal!

- “You’re my favourite actor, but there’s no way I’ll ever meet you - holy fucking shit is that you at 3am in the middle of a coffee shop wearing clothes that look like they have never been washed?!  Do you mind if I join you?”

- “We both went to a summer theatre camp when we were ten and shared a cabin, and now I’m watching you lead a new hit Broadway musical and I don’t know if I should tell you that I used to have the biggest crush on you - holy damn, you really can hit those high notes”

-”You are going to a local comic convention and play my favorite superhero on a t.v. show and I’m planning on cosplaying the character that is the love interest to yours and holy shit!  You love my cosplay? You want to take a photo with me in it?!  Holy shit holy shit holy shit!  Please don’t let me look like crap!”

-”I am in a heavy metal band as the lead singer and you sing pop hits and we’ve been cast in a musical movie together as love interests.  I never really liked you but now I’m standing here having to kiss you and now I feel like a teenage girl and hope you don’t notice how nervous I am right now!”

-”I have had a crush on you since middle school and I have just been cast in my first huge role and OMG you are my co-star?! How am I supposed to do this?  Please stop smiling at me, I think I might pass out!”

-”Our school is doing Romeo and Juliet and I work back stage - and what do you mean our Juliet got pneumonia and can’t preform tonight?!  Who’s going to fill the role?”

-”I hate sitting in the makeup chair getting hours of work done before we film, at least the view of the makeup artist isn’t that bad.  What if I push one of the brushes to the ground…”

-”I went to three years of special effects makeup school to be air brushing pretty boys’ and hey, you’re kind of funny and not that bad looking - wait, did you just push one of my brushes off of the counter?”

who knows, I might write more later

Yo, Guys

I have received a looooot of asks and messages today aasadhakfhaksdagaeeasd
Mostly of them are super nice supportive messages and also constructive criticism (oh and tears, too lmao).
I’ll close my askbox for a while so I can spend time reading all my inbox.
Maybe I can’t respond to everyone so I’ll make this post to say Thank you everyone for your support and also for accepting my work with Underverse.

These last four months were not easy at all. Many things happened and mixed like everything in our lifes and It changed me about some thoughts.
Even the amount of effort  I put on this Underverse episode, I couldn’t enjoy it at all because of some of these thoughts. 

So I’ll try to take a deep breath and regain strenght again to keep working in this animated series. I don’t really want to extend Underverse for more time because maybe people will not be interested on this, and also I don’t want to cancel this project.
If I cancel Underverse for any reason, that means it would happen with my future projects too. If I start something I must finish it.
Leaving things halfway is something I could never forgive myself.

I’d like to make a video about this since there are people that don’t follow me here on Tumblr and are too lazy to read, I don’t think it would be a good idea for now, but I think this would calm at least some people who made me not to enjoy this last episode at all. Nope, those people are not exactly the rushers.

Anyway, this post is not supposed to bring those bad feelings. This is to show you how glad I am for all the things you have made for me so far. A lot of hugs for Stereohead Studios, NyxTheShield and Strelok for spend their time on me and trust my work to give you a deserved recognition.A lot of hugs to people that are supporting me on my Patreon and thanks to them I can keep working doing all what I love to do,  as well as all artists, friends and fans that I met and have been supporting me since Underverse started.

 I really hope I can stay here for longer to entertain you with more of my crazy stuff. 

Thank you very much :)

Dick Grayson: Martial Arts

So I’m finally getting around to writing this. The first question every single one of you should be asking is what makes me– a random person on the internet– qualified to talk about a fictional character’s expert martial arts abilities. Well, I am

>> A black belt in Northern Eagle Claw Kung Fu
>> A brown belt (2nd kyu /nikyu) in Aikido

I’ve also taken some Southern Shaolin Kung Fu, Taekwondo, and Karate. 

The main styles I’m qualified to talk about are Eagle Claw Kung Fu and Aikido, which mainly comes from my years of practice. I’m not an instructor in any of these disciplines, and I’m only writing this for fun. This post might be helpful to people who role play Dick Grayson or to just develop headcanons in general. Hey, you might just be straight up interested in how this guy fights.

The fact is, comic books aren’t the best portrayal of how martial artists fight. Comic books are very flashy. They like splash pages, dramatic kicks and punches, and they like to have superheroes jump to the ground with cement-shattering landings that would devastate their knee joints. The irony here is that Dick’s core martial art style is canonically Aikido, and Aikido has a grand total of zero kicks. The only punches that this style uses are your standard initial strikes in order to practice the forms. Otherwise, this style is purely defensive. The philosophy of Aikido is basically to disarm your opponent with as little damage to them as possible. In Kung Fu, I was taught how to break people’s arms, rip out the trachea, and damage the ear drums (yay, fun), but in Aikido the idea is that you don’t want to physically harm your opponent more than necessary. Dick knows various martial art styles, so clearly he knows how to execute lethal and flawless kicks and punches too, but for now, let’s focus on Aikido since it’s his core style.

This is actually an awesome style for Dick for many reasons. Aikido is a martial art focused on using your opponent’s energy against them, and it’s a purely defensive style (there are no offensive maneuvers in this style besides your standard initial strike to practice movements). Dick started crime fighting when he was a kid. He couldn’t rely on physical strength to survive, and after growing up to be an adult, he’s still only about 175 pounds which means a majority of the big hitters in DCU can easily physically overpower him. I’m 115 pounds, and I can tell you that I drop guys who are twice my size all the time in Aikido. It doesn’t take much physical effort because this style relies on innate human weaknesses. The idea of Aikido is to learn a system of defensive maneuvers that can be applied to any attack that comes your way.

Someone punching you? No problem. They grabbed both your wrists? Please. Shirt collar? Ha, whatever. Grabbed from behind? Come on. Knife stab? Zzz. Samurai sword? – You mean the one that’s now in my hands?

This is a flexible martial art style, and it works without tiring you. When I took Kung fu, I needed a water break after twenty minutes because the workout was so intense. In Aikido I can go two and a half hours straight and not break a sweat. You rarely have to move more than a few feet to complete a technique, and it’s usually to move into your opponent’s blind spot in order to execute a technique that puts them on the floor. Don’t get me wrong, you can practice Aikido fast and hard and tire yourself out with a good workout– but you don’t have to. If you’re wise about your movements, you can save a lot of energy.

If Dick is as much of an expert in Aikido as comics say, then you can’t put your hand near this guy without ending up on your back in 0.2 seconds flat. You’ll be staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell just happened (been there, done that, trust me).

Dick Grayson can put anyone on the floor in a matter of seconds without throwing a single punch or kick. He basically just needs to stand there and bam, they’re down. So by this point you’re probably wondering how this style works as effectively as it does.

It works by blending your energy into your opponent’s and then using it against them. If someone punches Dick, he can side-step their arm, grab their wrist to yank them forward (i.e. off-balance them), and then twist the wrist back so that his opponent has no choice but to follow wherever he guides them– which in this case will be backwards (lifting their elbow over their shoulder to force them to land on their back).

This entire time, Dick barely has to move to execute it other than the initial side-step. It’s a fluid, eloquent and sophisticated style. The movements you do are so small (a simple twist of the wrist) that anyone watching this fight might go, “what the fuck just happened?”

Now, I am exaggerating a bit, but there is a fundamental truth here. The key is that we’re twisting someone’s wrist in a direction that it’s not supposed to go, forcing the human body to either follow the movement or break the joint. 10/10 times the body will involuntarily follow the movement.

For any of you who want a physical example of how this works in order to better understand it, I’ll try to offer a step-by-step example here. (Explaining things over the Internet is hard, I offer no guarantees.)

  1. Hold your right hand in front of your face with the palm facing you.
  2. Take your left hand and hold it behind your right hand.
  3. Wrap the fingers of your left hand around the thumb joint of your right hand (this is the meaty part of your palm below your thumb).
  4. Make sure the thumb of your left hand is pressing between the knuckles of the pinkie and ring finger of your right hand (or at least keep it in that general area, no worries).
  5. Now press the entire thing down and to the side (there should only be one natural direction to go). If you extend your arm down, you’ll feel it even more. You can also bend your arm toward (and over) your shoulder to further understand the type of control someone would have over you in this position.

(If any of you had trouble following that, I don’t blame you. I still can’t figure out online origami instructions.) 

If you managed this successfully, then you have an idea of why you don’t want someone holding your arm like this. If they start walking you in one direction, you’re going to follow them because it’s an unnatural position.

So that’s one basic wrist movement, and there are dozens of others. Like I said, this is a very flexible style. You can punch Dick Grayson and he can respond over a dozen different ways. One might put you on your back, he could straight up throw you, he can flip you, he can put you on your stomach with your arms behind your back in a painful lock, he can spin you in a fast circle and drop you.

We can see Dick and Tim doing something similar in New Teen Titans Vol 2 #60.

Pretty cool, right? When I spar with people, I tell them to grab me as hard as they can so I can practice with a genuine threat. The guy I was last sparring with was taller than me, weighed more, and was stronger. He was gripping both my wrists tightly (and I have tiny ass wrists), and that didn’t stop me from performing this move because Aikido doesn’t rely on physical strength. Once you move a limb a way it’s not supposed to go, it doesn’t really matter how strong you are; you’re under the control of whoever’s controlling that limb. 

So hopefully that helps explain this style a bit more. It’s my favorite martial art so far, and I recommend it to anyone, especially women. 

As for Dick’s other martial art styles, he knows Jeet-Kune-Do (created by Bruce Lee; it’s a direct style of combat considered ideal for street fighting), Capoeira (an acrobatic style that focuses on movement and evasion) and Eskrima (where Dick’s dual wielding sticks obviously come into play). He’s also been said to practice Muay Thai, Judo, Savate, Karate, Sambo, Ninjitsu, Wing Chun and Shaolin Kung Fu.

Robin: Year One #3

elegantly wasted | baekhyun

 ”Who are you, what are you doing in my loft and why are you only wearing a fucking towel?!”

admin: s. genre: angst, fluff, smut (in later parts), age gap (cus I love this shit), kinda daddyish, ceo! baekhyun au   

pt. 2, pt. 3

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

You could say your life situation right now was more than depressing. Not long ago, you turned 24 and finished your studies. Now, being a social sciences absolvent with a Bachelor of Arts, you were also jobless, broke and bored everyday.   

Since your were also still living in the apartment you lived in for the past 24 years, you literally had nothing to do everyday except for cooking, cleaning and washing the laundry sometimes.  

Your mum was a cleaning lady for a richass CEO you knew nothing about, and except for the two of you there was no one around.  

So, being alone almost everyday until six or seven in the evening, you just lied on the couch of your living room in your underwear watching TV and this was exactly what your were doing now.



It was already eight in the evening and your mum was running a hour late. It was unusual but you weren’t worried. It could happen. You were watching one of your favourite children shows when you heard keys jiggling.  

Jumping up and stretching your neck so you could see in the hall to the door from your current position on the couch, you saw your mum entering the apartment looking more than only exhausting.  

You immediately rushed to her taking the groceries from her she must have bought on the way home. Setting them down on the kitchen island you prepared a glass of water with a pill against headaches for her. “Take that, mum.” 

Your mum took the glass from you and smiled, gulping down the water with the pill. “Thank you sweetie. Sorry by the way that I’m late. Your aunt had a problem, so I had to help her.” 

Upon hearing that you got keen of hearing. Your aunt and uncle were in the middle of a bad divorce and your uncle decided it was a good idea to move to Busan. So your aunt had to make little trips to the coast visiting her still husband only so she could finally get divorced. Your mothers part was to stay at her only sisters side and travel with her and that meant you had the whole apartment for you for probably almost one week.  

Trying to hide your smile you came to her side. “That probably means you have to travel with Auntie Jihye to Busan, right?”  

Your mum sighed and nodded, placing the empty glass in the sink. “Yes but don’t be too happy too soon, miss. While I’m gone you have to clean Mr. Byuns Loft. His Loft still has to be clean even when I’m not here and you’re not that bad at cleaning. Also, you’re broke and need a job. Even if it’s only for a short period you can have the money you make while I’m gone.”

You groaned and tried to convince your mum why you couldn’t clean her boss loft while her absence. “Mum that’s illegal. I can’t clean his loft while you’re gone.” Hoping your mother would trust you, you slowly tried to go into your room but your mum thought otherwise.   

“Y/N, Mr. Byun is a very nice young man from the few times I talked to him on the phone. I never saw him in person, he never enters his loft while I’m cleaning because he’s busy working. He won’t even know you cleaned his loft for one week instead of me. You’re broke and need money, you know I can’t come up for all of your expenses. So don’t be such a lazy person and clean his loft!”  The Voice of your mum got stronger and firmer towards the end of her speech and you exactly knew you had no choice other than to clean your mums boss loft.  

Sighing you gave her a sign meaning you’d do it for her. Your mum just smiled. “I’ll write you a list of the things you have to know while you’re cleaning. Also you have to wash his clothes if there are and if he leaves a note on the fridge it means he wants something to eat when he comes home. Also - I’m just going to write you a list, okay sweetie?”  

Nodding and obviously rolling your eyes you finally entered your room. You threw yourself on your bed closing your eyes.  

When your mum was gone it actually always meant for you, you could relax, sleep longer than usual and eat as much takeout food as you wished for but now you had to do her job.  

Sitting up you took your laptop opening google and typing in the name of Mr. Byuns Company. It was one of the few things you knew about him. This and that he was 35 and richer than you and your mum would ever be.  

You clicked on the official website of the Byun Enterprises - the name of Mr. Byuns Company - and scrolled threw the employee section, the section where all the Partner companies were listed and finally the section with the bosses profile.

The section had a large picture of Mr. Byun on the top. His name, age and works below it. You stared at his picture way longer than you preferred.   

He was handsome. No, he was fucking hot. His brown slightly strawberry red hair was slightly curled and parted in the middle showing a little bit of his forehead. His eye color was also brown and his stare was boring into your soul. His pinkish lips were formed into a light smirk. You licked your own lips and wandered with your eyes further down the picture.  

It was only a picture displaying his upper body but it was enough for you. He wore a wine red, black button up shirt which was only buttoned till the middle of his chest. The rest was unbuttoned so you could see a bit of his strong toned chest. Over the shirt he had a dark grey, blackish suit jacket which was open but with a black belt held together on his waist. Around his neck there were two silver chains hanging low on his chest.  

Your heart was thumping, your underwear slightly stained and you felt a headache creeping up. You never knew your mum worked for such a good looking person.  

Scrolling down more you read what was standing under his picture - Byun Baekhuyn, 35 years old, hard working and caring. Head of the Byun Enterprises…  

Suddenly you heard a knock on your door and you quickly closed the tab with the website, followed by your laptop. Placing it to where it was before you stood up and opened the door for your mum.  

“Here’s the list with all the things you have to know while being in Mr. Byuns Loft. I also wrote down the address and the code for the door lock. Mr. Byuns Loft is in one of the tallest buildings in Seoul. When you enter it you have to pass a reception but don’t worry I already told the lady working there that you are coming instead of me.” Passing you the list she pointed out the address and the code for the door lock.  

Quickly reading all the points you choked. Mr. Byun was way too demanding what things regarding cleaning his loft, washing his clothes and cooking his food prosecuted.  

“Mum that’s too much! How am I supposed to do all of this everyday for one week? I’m going to die!” Protesting you read the list again. Mr. Byun had even a special way his clothes had to be washed or that he wants his potatoes mashed and not cut. What kind of guy was he?  

Your mum chuckled and patted your head. “That’s the life of a working person, darling. Either this or having no money. It’s not even that bad you just have to get used to it then it’s kinda fun.”  

Not believing your mum one word you just sighed and closed the door after your mum had left. Putting the list on your nightstand you sat down on your bed ones again. This was going to be an awful week.



Today was your first day as Mr. Byuns cleaning Lady - only for one week of course. You had woken up extra early today. Your mum had left last evening and even until she and your aunt finally drove away, your mum had remembered you countless times to do exactly what stood on the list.  

Already being ready to go, you sat at the kitchen table and sipped from your coffee. It was half past seven and you had to be at Mr. Byuns Loft at eight. You still didn’t know what you should clean in ten hours but your mum said you definitely needed the time. There was no way this could be fun.  

The drive with the subway to the building Mr. Byun lived in was as terrible as this day would going to be. The subway was filled with rude people pushing and pressing each other. When you were still in University you had lived there, so you didn’t have to take the subway every morning and you were glad you did so.  

After you had finally arrived you stood infront of the building before entering it. It was really high and Mr. Byuns Loft was in one of the highest floors. Usually you weren’t afraid of heights but you had also never visited a building as tall as this, so maybe this would change.  

Passing the reception the lady behind the counter smiled at you. Like your mother had said she already told her you would come instead of her for one week.  

You looked around and saw security men almost at every entrance - even infront of the elevator. Being a little bit shy you quickly passed them and entered the elevator.  

Breathing out after the door had closed you pressed the number of the floor Mr. Byuns Loft was located at. It wasn’t the last floor but still one of the highest.  

The doors of the elevator opened after your ride to the top. At the wall had been a window so you could look outside while riding up and the way the streets, cars and people got so small so fast made you anxious.  

You walked outside and towards the door to Mr. Byuns Loft. Luckily his loft was the only apartment in this floor besides one public bathroom. The building was very large what meant if Mr. Byuns Loft was the only apartment on this floor, the size of it had to be enormous.  

Typing in the code for the door lock the door opened and you entered his loft. The smell of a mixture of men Parfum and soap engulfed the apartment.  

Directly after entering the apartment you were in an open big ass living room. One wall was completely made out of glass what gave away an incredible view over the skyline of Seoul. All in all the apartment was furnished very nicely and thoughtful. Everything was held in black, white and grayish colors.  

Placing your bag at the kitchen counter, you took out at the list your mum had given you before and read the first point - washing his clothes.  

You sighed and made a fist cheering you on. It was not the first time you had to wash clothes and your mum gave you such a detailed description of how to wash his clothes, you were sure you could do it.  

In the extra room were all the washing machines were you took the basket for his clothes and started walking towards his bedroom. You were glad his apartment was not one of these confusing ones, so you found every room pretty quickly.  

Entering his bedroom you gasped. It was immense and beautiful. The colors were still the same but it looked super classy and chic. His bed was of course a king sized bed made of black wood. Above it was a large painting. He even had again one wall full of glass with a connected balcony to it.  

Still having big eyes and being full of jealousy you started picking up his clothes from his bed. Your mum told you Mr. Byun always left the clothes he wanted to be washed on his bed, so you didn’t have to search for them. You didn’t know if it was a nice gesture or if he just didn’t want someone to search through his things.



Half of the day was already over. It was now four in the afternoon and you had already washed his clothes, cleaned every room except for the bathroom connected to his bedroom and you even cooked him some ricecakes.  

You were exhausted and sweaty. The thought that this was only day one of seven almost made you throw up.  

Lazily walking in his bedroom you entered his connected bathroom. It was obviously again super big and had everything in it. A bathing tube, two sinks, an enormous mirror and… a fucking rainfall shower.  

You had lost your breath. Since you were a teenager it was one of your dreams to at least shower one time in a rainfall shower.  

Starring at it for good two minutes you hesitated if you should try it out or not. I mean, you still had two hours until you had to go and according to your mother Mr. Byun never comes home early. Also your were sweaty and exhausted. You deserved this.  

You decided to first clean the bathroom except for the shower and then shortly hop in just to rinse your body a little bit. Your body needed and deserved some relaxation.  

Shortly after you had cleaned the bathroom, you stripped your clothes, laying them outside the bathroom on Mr. Byuns bed.  

Opening the shower door, you quickly turned on the water and let it fall on your body. The feeling was amazing. You stood there for almost five minutes just letting the water soak your body until you found more options you could use while showering. You played a little bit with the regulator of the shower and you didn’t even realized one full hours passed by.  

Already feeling how your skin started to wrinkle from the water you exited the shower and put a towel around your body. The towel was not really large but it was enough to cover what needed to be covered.  

You walked out the bathroom and then his bedroom. You wanted your body to dry a little bit before you put on your clothes again and you saw a sound system in his living room, you still had one hour left, some music wouldn’t kill anyone.  

Switching on the sound system, the sound almost made your ears burst but after some time you got used to the clear and loud music and you started to jump around.  

Mr. Byuns living Room had the perfect size to dance along the music that was playing from the sound system.  

You were in the middle of having fun while Mr. Byun Baekhyun was currently standing outside of the door to his loft and heard the music from his sound system blasting through the corridors.  

Hesitating if he should call the security or handle it himself he decided to first observe the situation himself. Maybe Mrs. Y/L/N wanted to listen to some music while cleaning his loft.  

Typing in the code the door opened and he entered the loft. The situation what he found infront of him was definitely not what he expected to see.  

A stranger more specific a girl was running and jumping around in his living room only wearing a towel that merely covered her buttcheeks and womanhood.

Gulping he just stood there observing the situation a little bit more until he had found his composure again and walked to the sound system, still unnoticed by you and switched it off, angrily.   

Your Head immediately turned to the sound system in shock. Your head turning into a red mess the second you saw Mr. Byun standing there with a bewildered and angry look on his face.  

“Who are you, what are you doing in my loft and why are you only wearing a fucking towel?!” He asked with a intimidating loud and annoyed voice.  

In this exact moment you had died internally.  


So guys this is the first part of a new story I will be writing here on tumblr and this time it’s a baekhyun story! Also can you guys all guess which baekhyun era he is displayed as here? For all the people who can’t seem to guess it (*cough* admin a. *cough*) it’s lotto era cus lotto era was daddy era in my opinion lmao and it’s my favourite baekhyun era.    

By the way im still on vacation so don’t think the second part will be uploaded anytime soon since I’m writing and editing this on my phone and doing this is shit. Anyway, love you guys~  

- admin s. 🌞  

title credits: admin a. 💖