and clean the entire house

me when i have nothing to do: *lays in bed and complains about how bored i am*

me when i should be studying: *takes my dogs on a hike, cleans the entire house, cooks a feast, cures cancer*

just remembered when i was around six and my mom wanted to go out with my then-stepdad so she took me aside and told me that she wanted to give me something, and that thing was responsibility, and while i had it i could stay home alone with my little brother and we could watch tv and have ice cream and stay up as late as we wanted. but if something happened and we didn’t call an adult or the cops, or if they came home and the house was a mess/on fire, then i would lose the responsibility and we could never do it again. it was pretty effective considering a ended up roping my brother into helping me to clean the entire house to prove i could handle responsibility, but also it gave me some weird ideas about what responsibility actually was.

Illegal Adventures

Jeff Atkins x Reader

Fandom: 13 Reasons Why
Summary: Jessica’s party seems to bore (Y/N) and Jeff, so she takes him on a quick adventure that isn’t so legal, but Jeff doesn’t need to know that.
Characters (+Mentioned): Reader, Jeff Atkins, Bryce Walker and Jessica Davis.
Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, drunk driving, death, cussing.
A/N: I know from the warning it seems like the scene where Jeff dies but he doesn’t, mkay. And once again I prove how terrible I am at naming stories! Tbh I don’t like this story as much and I’m not proud of it, but whatever, I wanted to post something soon.


Alcohol flooded through (Y/N)’s system, not enough that she was complete drunk but enough that she felt dizzy standing in the presence of all of the horny teenagers around her—who were also pretty wasted.

She pushed past several people who tried to grab at her and grind up against her, but she quickly shoved them off until she made it outside into the backyard. It was slightly empty except for the few people playing beer pong, drinks sloshing around hazardously that (Y/N) decided to go sit near the pool.

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Got7 Reacting to those ‘Moody’ Days of Your Period.

Mark: He would try his best not to anger you, he would cuddle you and make you as comfortable as you can be, he would get you anything you need. He might try cracking little jokes throughout the day, trying his best to make you laugh, but some might trigger you and he would go back to treating you like a goddess and being the adorable squish he is ^.^

Originally posted by prince-m-tuan

(Imagine being coco XD I would die, Mark is my bias aaahh!!!!)

Jaebum: I feel like JB would slightly avoid you, only going to you when he knows it’s safe. When he does come to you he would make you feel warm and comfortable, giving you the love you deserve. He would try his best to get what you need, however if you got scary he would run for the hills haha XD.

Originally posted by honey-choi

Jinyoung: He would use his acting skill to make you feel better. He would be so over dramatic and loving that you couldn’t help cracking a smile. He would do things such as deliver your food butler style, trying to do a stereotypical posh accent. He would confess his feelings all over again but this time in the most cringey loving way possible. Even though he can be quite savage on days like that he would treasure you like he secretly always does :)

Originally posted by umma-jy

Jackson: He would wait on you hand and foot making you feel like a princess. He would turn all his attention to you and love you with all he has. He would do anything you request and treat you so preciously. He would be incredible and there would be no way you can be mad at him :)

Originally posted by chattyang

(You would be similar to Yugyeom ha)

Youngjae: He would make you feel very relaxed. He would make your entire environment very calming to you. Whether its cleaning the house or lighting some candles, he would make sure no stress or annoyance would come your way. Making you feel highly at ease and be able to get through the tough times a period can bring :)

Originally posted by youngjai

Bambam:  He would take you to places you love. Try his best to distract you from how you are feeling by spoiling you with your favourite things. It doesn’t matter how expensive or how bizarre your request might be, he would try his best to fulfill it because deep down he cares for you deeply and wants you to feel your best all the time, even if he teases you and likes to play jokes on you he treasures you more then you realize :)

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom: He would try and make you laugh as much as possible, it would probably get to the point where you do go off at him but it’s still like a game. You would playfully chase him and end up just laughing so much because he tried his hardest to make you laugh and be happy. You would probably think to yourself that he is so annoyingly funny that you can’t help but love him. Once he has gotten you to the stage of pure grr he would give you all the love with cuddles etc. :)

Originally posted by jackseunie

I hope you lovely people enjoyed this :)

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Don’t Talk Dumb to Me

Yaahhh I’m so sorry that this took me a while to get done~ pls forgive me TT there wasn’t any specified member, so I just chose Yoongi ^^

Request from anon

GENRE: a little bit of angst :/ a little bit of fluff <3

SUMMARY: Yoongi accidentally brings up one of your insecurities during an argument.

WORD COUNT: 1,116


Originally posted by loveblushes


“Yah, Y/N! Have you seen my neck pillow anywhere?”

You look up from the TV to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway of the living room with his hands in his pockets and a tired look on his face.

“Hmm? Oh, you mean that old thing that you always have around with you? I threw it out when I was cleaning the house today, Jagi. Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one, okay?” You’re about to turn back to the television when-

“What?!” Your head snaps back up to see a red-faced Yoongi with his eyes wide open in shock. You raise your eyebrows, not understanding what the big deal was. “It’s just a neck pillow, Yoongi. I don’t know why you’re so upset,” you pout, hoping that it’ll make him forgive you for whatever you’ve done wrong. “Besides, I already said I’d get you another one, oppa. Don’t be mad.”

Yoongi throws his head back, groaning. “No, Y/N, you don’t understand. That pillow was special. I need it, okay? Just- Can’t you get it back?”

You frown, a little miffed that he couldn’t even appreciate the fact that you’ve cleaned the entire goddamn house while he was out. “Well, you can’t get it back, Yoongi. I’m sorry, but I told you I threw it away. Unless you want to take a trip to the garbage dump, it’s gone. I’m sorry, okay? I really am. I didn’t know it meant so much to you. I’ll get you one that’s just as comfortable, alright? We can even go now if you want,” you say, reaching out for the TV remote. “Just calm down. And please don’t yell at me, Yoongi. You know I don’t like it when you raise your voice-”

“Aish, Y/N, why are you so stupid?” You freeze at his words. “If you hadn’t thrown it away then we wouldn’t even be arguing right now!” he shouts at you, lifting his arms angrily. “Why can’t you just-”

“You did not just say that to me.” You feel your arms tighten by your side and your hands clench into fists as you watch your boyfriend’s face contort in confusion.

“What?”

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anonymous asked:

Ok I know this sounds weird...but..what would saeran do when he'a home alone??? I saw this same prompt sent in to another account but I wanted you to do it

Author’s note: Is this what you meant??? also IT’S NOT WEIRD and sorry this has been in my inbox forever 

Saeran

  • Well
  • Once, when he was home alone, he wanted to see what it would look like if he dressed up as his brother 
  • So he took out his contacts, put on a pair of Sevens’ glasses, and stole one of his jackets
  • Saeran looked at himself in the mirror
  • “Not bad…”
  • He began posing like his brother FINGER GUNS and mimicking him
  • “If anyone can hack it, I can.”
  • “Who’s genius idea was it to do that again? Oh yeah, mine.”
  • “MC, hand me a Dr. Pepper.”
  • “…Well, if you really want one, I just restocked the fridge.”
  • Saeran’s eyes widened 
  • He felt his face heat up and slowly turned around
  • “U-Uhh… how long have you been home?”
  • “Long enough,” you held up your phone and waved it around
  • He quickly grabbed it and looked at the MULTIPLE pictures you had taken of him
  • “Don’t bother deleting them,” you leaned against the door frame, “I already sent them all to my email.”
  •  “Just don’t tell Saeyoung,”  he handed you back your phone
  • “And what’ll you give me in return?”
  • “…I’ll clean the entire house.”
  • “Hmm…”
  • you smirked
  • “It’s a deal,” you held out your hand and shook his, “BUT, you have to wear Seven’s maid outfit.”
  • “WHAT??”
  • He pulled his hand away from your grip
  • “It’s too late!!! YOU ALREADY SHOOK ON IT!!”
  • “THAT’S NOT FAIR!”
  • “Then I guess you wouldn’t mind me sending this picture to the entire RFA.”
  • “…”
  • Saeran made a very cute maid
Unknown King - part V

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: Here’s part V and let me tell y’all this is gonna turn into a huge sugar daddy bucky fic. Just be patient. Also please understand that the house is huge! and I am not descriptive at times but I will in future parts!

Word count: 1.5K

Part I Part II Part III Part IV 

Masterlist

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You stuffed your last travel bag into the trunk before slamming it shut. You didn’t get any sleep. You spent the entire night packing your things up and cleaning up around the house. Bucky wasn’t home so you hoped to make a quick escape without him noticing. But you know he’d notice soon. You hated yourself for doing this, leaving this way. Without a single goodbye, but you knew it was for the best.

You took a deep breath and gazed at his house. The sun loomed overhead happily. You wiped your nose and grabbed your keys. Before you could open the car door, Bucky abruptly stopped his Porche in front of your car. He stepped out with a smile on his face, but it quickly faded when he saw your luggage loaded car.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Traveling,” You forced a smile onto your face.

He frowned, “with every single on of your bags?” He closed the car door and walked towards you. “What happened?”

You shook your head and smiled sadly, “I’m traveling to California.”

Bucky crossed his arms, “I went to The Report, they said you packed your things. What happened?”

Your shoulders shuddered as you covered your face with your hands. An overwhelming feeling came over you and you cried silently into your hands. You felt Bucky’s arms wrap around you as he pulled you into a hug. You clung onto his broad frame and cried in his rich smelling shirt.

“I’ve been having money problems,” You admitted. “My savings are gone. I was evicted from my home because the landlord raised the price on rent and I was fired from work.”

“Why’d they fire you?” Bucky asked, he pulled away and looked at you.

You looked away, “Because they wanted me to give them a story about you for the paper. About how you get your money. Cole fired me on the spot when I refused.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Bucky hugged me even tighter. “You pure heart.”

“I couldn’t do it,” You continued. “They only wanted me because I was friends with you.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt so dirty.”

“You’re not,” Bucky said. “C'mon, you’re staying at my house.”

“What?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll have Ace bring your stuff inside, just park your car in the driveway.”

“I can’t do that, Buck. I could just go home,” You said.

“No, Y/N. Please, let me do this. You’ve been nothing but a good friend and this just tops it all. You got fired because of me. Let me return the favor,” he said. “Plus, it looks like you need some sleep.”

You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you eyes began to glaze over. You reluctantly agreed. You got in his car and he took the short drive over to his home. Bucky led you into the palace and took you to your room. It was a beautiful vast bedroom. Bigger than any room you’d ever had. Bucky told you he’d have your bags in your room in no time. You nodded and kicked your shoes off. Without a second thought, you collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.


You woke up in a room that wasn’t yours. The sun had disappeared, replaced by the lonesome moon and it’s stars. The cream colored walls now looked white from the rays. The sheets under you were soft, so soft. You came to the conclusion that they were the softest thing you’ve ever touched. The blanket that covered you fell off your body when you stood up. The bed under you felt like a marshmallow.

You rolled off the bed and your feet touched a carpet. You walked to the window and was met with a view of the lake that Bucky’s house sat next to. The moon reflected off the infinite pool, making it darker than it actually was. The houses across the lake were brilliantly lit. Residents of East Egg lived lives almost equal to West Eggers. Rich and luxurious lives.

You walked to the door and pulled it open. The mansion was eerily quiet. You used your knowledge from the tour to try to navigate your way down to the first floor. After a few wrong turns, you were able to find the marble staircase. The chandelier was on. Your feet made no sound as you waltzed down the stairs. The racket of pots crashing made your head turn on the direction of the kitchen. You entered the kitchen to find Renaldo and Anthony working around. It smelled as delicious as usual.

“Miss Y/N!” They exclaimed loudly with smiles on their faces.

You smiled, “Hello.”

“Mister Barnes is not here at the moment,” Renaldo said in his thick Italian accent. “But we have prepared you a dish!”

Anthony grabbed a plate from a large oven and placed it on the island. It was fettuccine alfredo. Your mouth watered at the exquisite smell.

“A famous Italian dish,” Renaldo explained and began to cut some bread. He grabbed a small dish and placed two slices on the plate before setting it next to the fettuccine.

You smiled, “This looks amazing!”

“Indeed,” Anthony said. “Go on! Sit, eat.”

You pulled out a chair and sat before indulging in the most divine dish of pasta. Renaldo and Anthony went about their business in the kitchen. Though they occasionally asked you if you wanted more bread or pasta.

After you finished your food, Anthony asked you if you wanted dessert. You declined, explaining that you were much too full. He nodded and took your dish. Bucky walked into the kitchen. He was obviously dressed for business. The chefs greeted him and Bucky smiled. Renaldo and Anthony closed up shop, they thanked Bucky and said their goodbyes to you.

“How long was I asleep?” You asked him.

“Maybe ten hours,” He replied. “Did you like the food? Renaldo likes to keep in touch with his roots so he’s constantly offering Italian dishes.”

“I thought they lived here,” You said truthfully.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “No, they both have families and would much rather live in their own homes. I know cause I asked.” He paused. “But anyways I let them go at around 9 each night and they don’t get here until noon. They have Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays off.”

You smiled, “Bucky, I can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing. I really appreciate it.”

He shrugged, “It’s kind of my fault you got fired. I should’ve known better than to befriend you, I put you at risk.”

“But why?” You asked. “Why are they so bent on trying to find out where your money came from?”

He sighed. “I live on West Egg,” He began. “West Egg represents ‘new money’. Actors, producers, mafia leaders, drug lords, and so on. East Egg represents the old and respectable money. Businessmen, children of wealthy parents etc. East Eggers do not like us, West Eggers. They think we’re frauds and criminals.”

You frowned, “Are you?”

“Not all of us,” He explained. “East Eggers are just trying to expose us, to bring us into the spotlight and to ruin us.”

“So there’s like a rivalry,” You concluded.

“Eh,” Bucky made a 'sort of’ movement with his hand. “We have nothing against them, but something is bound to happen.”

You pursed your lips, “Bucky, am I gonna be safe here?”

He looked at you, “Yes, of course. I have twenty-four-hour security, a safe room in case of emergency and a plane ready to go any moment if needed.”

Your lips pulled together in an 'O’. Then you remembered something, “Oh! Weren’t you going to ask me something? Before I left to The Report and got fired.”

Realization struck his eyes, “I totally forgot about that.”

You sat up, “Are you still gonna tell me?”

Hesitation fell across his face but he quickly covered it up and leaned against the island. “I was wondering if-and it’s completely fine if you don’t want to!” He exclaimed interrupting himself. “With your situation, I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage because I’m not, it’s just that-”

“Bucky,” You smiled, a giggle rising from your throat. “Just say it.”

“Would you like to go on a date?” He said.

You felt your cheeks grow hot at the question he just unfolded for you. Your palms began to sweat. It wasn’t because you felt pressured to say yes. Because you didn’t. You wanted to say yes. Bucky was handsome and so, so good to you. It almost felt too good to be true, but you took the leap of faith and dove into the deep end.

“I would love to,” you smiled.

“G-great!” He stuttered, clearly shocked you had said yes. “Tomorrow at 7?”

“My schedules all cleared up as of yesterday,” You laughed.

He chuckled, “Okay well, tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow it is.” You said.

Bucky walked you to your bedroom and said his goodnight before turning away and walking towards the East wing of the palace. You closed the door and covered your face with your hands. A smile engulfed your features and you almost couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Oh my god,” You whispered repeatedly. “That just happened.” You got up and flung yourself onto your fluffy bed. You sunk into the silk duvet and smiled, a feeling of ecstasy flowing through your body.

You felt ethereal.

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Tyler Seguin Imagine - Barstool

Watch this episode of Barstool’s “The Life” before reading. It’ll help you understand the imagine much better :) 

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I scrambled around my new 7,000 square foot house trying to get rid of any moving boxes, and any signs of actual living. I had bought a new home in Dallas a few months ago, but still wasn’t completely settled. And today, of all days, was my second “The Life” house tour with Barstool Sports, and the infamous Sophie Julia. When she and her cameraman came to my last house, she flirted with me relentlessly throughout the entire tour. I shut her down as much as humanly possible, and I can barely watch the entire episode back without cringing.

After I finished “cleaning” the house, I threw on a t-shirt, black workout shorts, and a camouflage hat, backwards. I groaned as I saw Sophie walk up the driveway, and hid myself in the kitchen so she couldn’t see me as she was on her way to the front door.

“Hey guys! How are you?” I asked with a fake smile as I opened the door.

“Tyler! Long time no see!” Sophia said in her high pitched, valley girl voice as she pulled me in for a hug. “Why didn’t you ever follow me back on Instagram?” She questioned as she pulled away.

Because I have a girlfriend now, and I also don’t really like you. I thought in my head.

“Oh, you follow me? Sorry I didn’t even see it.” I lied.

“Alright, we’ll film our intro outside and then we’ll get started, if that’s alright.” The cameraman said.

“Sure thing. Didn’t catch your name?” I asked, extending my right hand.

“Mike.” He said with a nod.

“Mike. Okay, just come on back in when you’re ready to get started.” I said with a smile.

As soon as the front door shut, I took my phone out of my pocket and called the only girl I wanted in my house.

“Hi babe!” She whispered into the phone.

“Ugh. Hi. Are you still in class?” I asked.

“No, we were having mock court today. I already litigated but some of my classmates are finishing up right now. I’ll be over there soon. Are they there yet?” She asked.

“Yeah, they are filming outside right now. Please get here soon!” I begged.

“Okay babe I’ll be there soon! I promise.”

“I love you.” I smiled into the phone.

“I love you, too.” She whispered, and hung up.

Sophie was going to hate her.

Just like clockwork, when I pressed the red circle on my phone, Sophia and Mike barged back inside.

“So we are just going to ring the doorbell and I’ll start filming, and we’ll go from there.” Mike said, stepping back out onto the brick stoop near the front door.

I nodded and shut the door, not keen on the whole “acting” bit. They rang the doorbell and the camera was rolling, so we went through the whole “hey how are you” thing once more.

“Wow, this place is beautiful! So, when did you move in?” Sophia questioned as she walked through my foyer, peering at the rooms surrounding it.

“About four months ago. Just needed something a little bigger from my last home.” I told her.

“Thinking of getting more dogs?” She asked, running her hand down my arm.

No, I’m thinking of marrying my girlfriend and having kids. Stop touching me. I thought in my head.

“Anymore tattoo’s?” She asked, still grabbing at my arm. Her fake acrylic nails dug into my skin.

“Nope.” I said quickly, swatting her arm away.

“So, over here is my office. I’ve actually been spending some time in this one, working on my brand and what not.” I explained as she looked around at the various photos I had hung on the wall.

“This is nice. Take me to the kitchen, your last one was beautiful.” She said as she walked out of the room.

“Still not doing much cooking for the random girls?” Sophia asked as she stepped into my all white kitchen and opened my fridge.

“I actually cook a ton for a girl these days.” I answered with a smirk.

Wow, for someone who follows my Instagram so closely, you’d think she wouldn’t have missed all the photos I post of Y/N, and I.

 

“Oh yeah? Girlfriend?” She questioned, suddenly very interested in what I had to say.

“Yeah. Almost a year now.” I answered as she rummaged through my pantry.

“There she is,” I said as my smile grew genuine. There Y/N was, waltzing down the back staircase leading into the kitchen. She was wearing a tight, navy blue knee length dress, black heels, and her glasses. Her short brown hair was straightened and just touching her shoulders. She looked like a sexy librarian…. Even though she was a law student.

“Hey, babe!” She said as she walked over to me, kissing me on the cheek. I grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly in close to me, my hand resting on her ass.

“Sneak in the back door?” I asked.

She nodded as her head rested on my chest. “So, you must be Julia.”

“I am. And you are?” Julia asked, kind of defensive.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” I said, trying to step in before things got too petty.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Y/N exclaimed, subtle sarcasm in her tone. “Babe, your brand manager just sent an email that he needs you to approve designs that have to finalized today. You need to call him ASAP. So I can finish the tour.” She said, staring at Julia.

“Oh, shit, yeah I have to go take care of that. Is that cool, guys?” I asked as I began stepping away.

“Sure.” Mike said, as a disappointed look came over Julia’s face.

I quickly rushed out of the room, a large smile growing on my face after I knew I was out of sight. I quickly scrolled through my emails and found nothing from my brand manager.

Well played, babe.

 

Y/N POV:

“So, are you like Tyler’s assistant as well as his girlfriend? I mean, if you’re getting his emails…” Sophie began.

“No.” I cut her off. “I’m about to graduate from law school, so I just take a look at all of the branding stuff and contracts to make sure everything is on the up and up as far as legal stuff goes. I help out with the designs sometimes, too.”

“Oh.” Sophie said, staring down at the floor.

“So, want to see the upstairs?” I offered, borderline feeling bad that I had been so harsh with her.

“Sure.” She said, motioning for Mike to follow us upstairs.

“Alright, this is our bedroom.” I said, walking into the large master bedroom.

“Wait, ‘our’?” She questioned.

“Yes, I’m in the process of moving in. Over here we have the his and hers closets. And no, the ‘hers’ one isn’t filled with sweatpants he lets girls steal from him.” I said coldly.

“What cute dresses you have!” Sophia said as she flipped through the dresses hanging in my closet, trying to redeem herself.

“Mhmm.” I answered, leading her to the other bedrooms upstairs.

We continued through the other rooms of the house that were finished, and finally made our way outside, where Tyler was sitting by the pool with Marshal and Cash.

“How’d you like the upstairs?” Tyler asked as he stood up and walked over to us.

“Beautiful.” Sophie said. “So, any romance rooms out at this pool?”

“Building one right over there.” Tyler said, pointing the structure in the distance that was not quite finished.

He continued to show her around the pool area as I took his spot on the pool chair and sat with the dogs.

“Well, that’s really all there is to it.” I heard him say.

“Cool. Well, thanks for letting us come by. Can we get out this way?” Sophie asked, pointing to the gate.

“Yeah.” Tyler said as he waved goodbye to her and shook Mike’s hand.

“Was I too bitchy?” I asked as Tyler came to sit down next to me, putting his arm around me.

“Definitely not. Had to mark your territory. It was pretty hot, not going to lie.” He said as he trailed kisses up my neck and to my lips.

“Oh yeah?” I whispered, leaning into his kiss.

“Yes.” He said quietly into my neck. “Swim?” He asked, looking up at me.

“It is getting kind of hot in this dress.” I said, standing up and peeling it off.

“You look hot without it.” Tyler said, standing up next to me and pushing me in the pool.

“Hey!” I yelled as I came up from under the water. “I hate you!”

“You love me.” He said with a smile as he took off his shirt.

“Yeah, I do.” I said.

House of Cards: Chapter 3 (M)

Taehyung, You, Jungkook

Genre: Smut, a little angst, slightly fluffy

Warning: Cheating. Please avoid if this is not for you.

Word count: 5,020 words

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3

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The neighbours were definitely wondering why you were doing a spring cleaning in the middle of November, the sounds of you vacuuming the entire house breaking the silence of the normally quiet Friday afternoons. You had left work a little early to clean your apartment, even though there was not much to be done since you always kept the place spick and span. First impressions are important and from the short conversation you’ve had with Jungkook earlier, you’d deducted that he seemed like a nice guy, so you were eager to have him move in. Especially since no one else had answered to your ad.

The house was perfectly tidy, nothing out of place and not a speck of dust to be found anywhere. Brushing your hands happily, you took the small bag of trash and opened the front door to get rid of it. You were greeted by the back of a young man leaning against the railing in front of your house. The rattle of the door opening caused him to turn around in surprise to face you. You were not sure if your gaping mouth was due to the astonishment at finding someone outside your house, or if it was amazement at facing someone so good-looking.

A moment of silence passed as the two of you stared at each other, then the man said, “Are you y/n?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “And you are…”

“Jungkook,” he finished your sentence for you. “I was the one who called you earlier.” He started to offer his hand for a handshake but you shook your head and held up the bag of trash to show him the reason you had to decline the offer. “Oh, let me take care of that for you.”

Eyes wide open at his words, you shook your head and jerked the bag away. “No, I can’t let you do that!” Without thinking, you had engaged this handsome man in a bizarre contest of getting the trash. He reached for the plastic bag, his hand following it as you twisted and moved to get it away from him. His reflexes were a lot better than yours, and in no time the trash was in his hand and his body had trapped yours against the wall beside your door.

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There’s often talk about how abusive parents can mess with someone’s relationship with food – especially if the abuse has food/weight components to it. I never see talk about how abuse can influence one’s relationship with time and space.

(and for the record, I am not at all discrediting food abuse or any of that. It’s horrible and my heart goes out to people who went through it and may still be dealing with the fallout. I’m just using it as a parallel and way to better describe what I’m about to).

Some parents are strict about food. What you can eat, when you can eat, how much you can eat, they dictate it as if you are an object that has no needs or preferences of your own. My mother had this a little, but surprisingly it’s one of the few things I managed to mostly escape. No, what my mother was strict about was time and controlling what I was doing.

I had to follow her schedule, do what she wanted, do it how she did it. It’s one thing to tell a child “this needs to be done by X time” or “could you do Y for me?” or “here, let me show you how to do Z”, but of course my mother was never like that.

  • I had to do what she wanted when she wanted it done, and when she did it. When she told (or yelled at) me to do something, I had to drop everything I was doing and do it right that instant. Didn’t matter if I was doing homework or playing a game with a group of people or actually going to my job (yes, she forced me to call into work because there was something she wanted done and god forbid it happen 4 hours later), I had to do what she said. And if she was doing something, by the gods I had better be doing something; I got called lazy and screamed at so many times because she decided to do laundry or paper work and I was watching something or playing a game.
  • Before I just gave up trying to deal with her, I always told my mother I would do other things but I would not touch the kitchen because it was disgusting since she never made an effort to clean it and used the skin as a garbage can (week+ old organics mixing with stagnant water creating slime and an ungodly smell was so fun to deal with). What happened? She would always yell at me to clean the kitchen. I could do other things – hell, I could clean the entire house – but if there was one thing I didn’t do that she wanted done, everything else counted for nothing and I would get yelled at.
  • She also never asked me to do something; she told (or yelled at me) what to do. She also never said a word, and not being psychic, things would seem fine until she’d explode about how lazy I was by not doing X, Y, and Z right that instant.
  • My mother never showed me how to do stuff. She would mock me and tell me how to do stuff in a super patronizing tone. If she saw me doing something that worked (sometimes better) in a way she wouldn’t do it, she would yell at me to get it “right” even though I wasn’t harming anything or any one and the way I was doing it was easier or made more sense to me.

As a result, if she’s around, I am constantly stressed and on edge. Even if she’s not home right then but will be later in the day, I am still stressed because I never know when she’s going to yell at me and know no matter what, she’s going to find fault with what I did.

This lead to me “hoarding” time for myself. If she’s not around or is asleep, I will do absolutely nothing except watch stuff, play games, or other things that are fun. It started when I was way younger, but it continues to this day. I never knew when I’d have time to myself or for how long, so I binged the fuck out of what time I had. Even when I want(ed) to clean or organize things, I wouldn’t because it would cut into what leisure time I had. Plus I would get yelled at for doing it wrong or not doing it well enough, so why bother when I could do something else?

Even when I wasn’t enjoying what I was doing, I was still compelled to do it because I never knew when I’d get a chance again.

It wasn’t healthy and I still am stuck with it.

The only time I feel free is when my mother is out of the house for at least a few days. I can do what I want, when I want, how I want and not have to worry about her blowing up at me. I don’t have to worry about dropping everything to cater to her whims, and I don’t have to worry about being criticized for any little thing. I can actually get shit done I’ve wanted to get done forever!

I don’t know if others have similar experiences, but it sucks and just further destroys your self-esteem having stuff that needs to get done – that you want to get done – but can’t because you have to make every moment count when you’re alone, and can’t do it when your mother is there because who knows what kind of storm will blow in when you start.

If I have the house to myself or am staying with someone else (who isn’t family), things instantly change. But otherwise, nope. Because when that’s been your life for how long and was how you survived, it’s hard or impossible to change when you’re stuck living with the person who caused/causes it in the first place.

Okay, so, while i was vacuuming my entire house and cleaning, i started thinking about AUs, and started getting ideas about some good ol, classic, kinda european folklore-based fantasy AUs and oh no ive got too many ideas. Here’s some of them.

(i actually have, like, Way more ideas for Shou, touichirou, and everyone else basically, but here’s mob, ritsu, reigen, and teru for now.)

So, it starts with Mob. Instead of him being some almighty, powerful deity or Divine Being like i first thought, he’s the only human. Which still leads to the same sort of unrest within the forest he lives in, since the fae folk around him are most often terrified of humans or angry at them.

He was found as a baby, abandoned on the edge of town, and adopted into the forest by a family of centaurs (except half deer instead of half horse because why tf not)

Ritsu is a deer centaur, and Mob’s younger brother ofc. He’s kind of a jerk to the other centaurs, since they shit talk his human brother all the time. He also has a tendency to get lost in the forest and wander around a lot on his own. Plus there’s some asshole harpy thing in the trees that likes to throw pine cones at him.

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QUEEN WHEN CLEANING THEIR HOUSES:

Freddie: Gets someone else to do the cleaning and acts as if he is doing them a favor for letting them clean his house.

Brian: Cleans for a couple of minutes and then goes to tweet / look at stereo photos of badgers.

Roger: Scuffs all the dirt under the carpet and into various drawers.

John: Cleans the entire house himself while eating cheese on toast and drinking milk and making new bass lines and making more babies and reading 6 books.