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DOCTOR DREAMY | PT.2 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: smut, fluff, slight angst + expecting parents au

word count: 11,035

request: sperm donor ex-boyfriend jimin

description: Okay, maybe in hindsight asking your ex-boyfriend, who you never really got over, to be your sperm-donor wasn’t the brightest of ideas.

cr. 


six years prior.

“Do you wanna have kids one day?”

Jimin tilted his head as if to ponder the idea before tugging you across the bed until you were leaning against his chest, curious eyes catching your own.  

“Sure, I mean one day. One day, far, far away,” He said, pointing his finger off into the distance jokingly.

You laughed, hand skimming along the back of his neck. “Yeah, me too.”

“Any particular reason why you’re asking?” He said as he began playing with the strands of your hair.

“I dunno,” You shrugged. “We’ve been dating for a long time, just thought that it’s something we should know about each other.”

Jimin nodded, “No, you’re right. It’s kind of something you should figure out before things get too far in the relationship… Guess we waited a bit too long, but we’re on the same page, so that’s good,” He smiled, leaning down to place a short peck against your lips.

“So that means you think that information will be put to good use one day?” You asked, quirking your brow to insinuate.

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wedding bells, eventually ✦ peter parker

summary : peter has big plans for you and him, one day. hopefully.

word count : 1.9k

@radicalstars omg thank u for requesting i loved this !!

   One of Peter’s earliest memories, the type of memory that was so grainy and vague you could hardly recall any of it except brief flashes of pictures with no words attached, was attending the wedding of Aunt May to Uncle Ben. He doesn’t remember it quite well, but from the pictures in her wedding photo album, he was the ring bearer and wore a little tux that May says he hated so much that he practically ripped the tie off him without undoing it after the ceremony was completed and it was time for the reception. He wished he could remember it more properly now, not just because it’d be another memory with Uncle Ben residing in it, but because as he grew up he developed an odd sort of fascination with weddings. It wasn’t necessarily because he had an intense desire to marry- though, after meeting you that had certainly changed- it was more because he thought it was a genuinely beautiful ceremony and just seeing two people unite under love that way made his heart actually quite happy. So, when he and May were invited to the wedding of the young couple that lived across the hall from them and thought that Peter and his aunt were the sweetest people ever, he was extremely excited. 

    So excited, in fact, that he bounded down the hallway less than thirty minutes after receiving the invitation outside the door, despite May telling him not to do that because it might be considered strange, and knocked on their door. He even implored them to allow him a plus one, the plus one being his love that he couldn’t possibly go to a wedding without. Since it was Peter and he had this adorably innocent, genuinely always happy way about him, they agreed almost immediately to his request of bringing you along. 

   He called you to ask if you could go on his way back to his apartment. He had left in such a hurry that the door was still ajar when he walked in with his phone pressed between his shoulder and his cheek as he pushed the door open and gave May a thumbs up and an enthusiastic smile. “So- so they just like said yes to me right away and I’m really happy about it and now I get to take you to a wedding so, can you come with me? I’d be so so happy if you could but if you can’t-” 

   May could hear you through the phone interrupting her nephew’s soliloquy loudly- “Peter! Peter, slow down babe, yeah I can come, you just have to give me a minute to answer-” Peter laughs all the way to his room, his phone still balancing precariously there on his shoulder while he carries a plate filled with way too many snacks into his bedroom, bumping the door closed with his heel. May smiles to herself while she returns his attention back to the show playing on the screen of their small television. 


        He knows it could be seen as impolite by someone who doesn’t know how startlingly  courteous he is a boyfriend, and as a person, but Peter can’t help the low whistle that he performs when you approach him outside his apartment building the day of the wedding that he’s been chattering about on and off for a few weeks now. He giddily jogs over to you, intertwining his fingers through yours and giving a gentle squeeze. He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, pulling them away from his mouth so he can take a deep breath as he gazes at you in all your devastatingly wondrous beauty that sometimes he can’t even begin to comprehend. Overwhelming as it is at times to have an incredible, beautiful person such as yourself be as in love with him as he is with you, Peter counts himself as one of the most fortunate people in the universe.

   He opens the car door for you, May already situated in the driver’s seat, and although Peter could ride shotgun if he wanted to since you insisted that you didn’t mind he counter-insists upon sitting beside you in the back. “Y/N, you look so pretty, Peter did you tell say that she looks pretty yet?” Peter casts a glance at May that’s somewhere between whining without actually making a noise and concealed anger, but he’s never really angry at May. He just wanted to be the first one to disclose how particularly gorgeous you appeared today. 

    “I was going to,” he mumbles as May starts the car. The way you smile at him is that of a shooting star now that he comes to think of it; slowly, mesmerizing, brilliant, blinding. There’s nothing he can do but smile back, though he’s sure his painfully shy- still so shy, after all these months-  curling of the lips is not nearly as enamoring as yours. It is, in your opinion. “You- you look beautiful. You’re gonna outshine the bride.” 

  You bite your lip at that, doing a little head shake. You twist the ends of your hair around your finger. “Aw, Pete, she’s gonna look stunning, I don’t wanna even think about overshadowing anyone. It’s her day, you know?” Your hand curled around his, you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek. “But thank you. You’re the best.” His face scrunches up much like a kitten when you kiss his other cheek, too. May has another secretive little smirk on her face as she adjusts her front mirrors, but you act like you don’t notice. You know she’ll tease you endlessly if she realizes that you noticed her watching, so the two of you have an unspoken agreement to never really address these situations save for a small comment about how much she loves you, and loves you with her nephew. 

    “Well no worries, ‘cause when you’re the bride at our wedding no one will ever even come close to outshining you.” May nearly slams on the breaks of her car just as you look back at Peter with eyes widened. He has a hand out in front of him on top of the headrest of May’s seat, alarmed as he says, “Woah, May, are you all right?” She turns back to you both with an embarrassed shrug before placing both hands on the wheel again. “Weird,” Peter mutters, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. He turns to stare out the window, as if he hadn’t just said what he did. As if you weren’t internally screaming because Peter Parker just admitted that he envisions himself marrying you one day and it scares the hell out of you but also, you’re so thrilled about the fact that the part of him that needs things meticulously planned out far in advanced has included you in his idea of a future? For his sake, for yours, you rest your head on his shoulder and pretend that what he said wasn’t a big deal. You’d talk about it later. Well, if he brought it up again. 

   Which he would. He was sitting there beside you tapping a rhythm with his foot and wondering if you had heard him, if you were just ignoring him because of embarrassment, if you really hadn’t heard him, or if you had understood what he had said and were no choosing to be silent because your version of a future didn’t include him the way he wanted it to oh so desperately. He kept tapping his foot. He made the decision to say it again later. It couldn’t hurt. 

    You’re in the middle of the ceremony when he whispers it again, but this time more casually so he can gauge a proper response from you, to see if it frightens you in the way he had been overanalyzing it in his brain. You, him, and May sit somewhere in the middle of the succession of white lawn chairs for the outside ceremony, and Peter’s arm hasn’t left your waist for more than a few seconds at a time to clap respectably at the right times and to stand when the bride came drifting down the aisle. He watches the groom’s lit with happiness face and then he watches your face, more serene but still glowing like usual. He leans in toward your ear as to not disturb other guests. “That’s gonna be me someday,” he whispers, eyes darting back toward the groom. Your hand finds his again. 

   “I’d expect nothing less,” you reply softly, following the movements of the bride as she takes her place in front of her soon to be husband, her beam so genuine and pure. Peter nods at your response, a bit disappointed before you say, “Who… who do you imagine being the, um, the bride?” You inquire, a note of hesitance in your voice indicating everything Peter needed to know. 

  You just needed the confirmation, which he was happy to give. “I was thinking you.” He knows it’s awfully rude of him to talk during a ceremony of this manner, but he can’t help it. “If that’s okay, of course. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

   A carefully tucked away bubble of laughter rises up in your throat. You push the incessant thing back down for fear of being considered impolite, and Peter catches a glimpse at that adorable expression you make before you laugh anyway, so it’s almost like he heard the sound despite it not actually being audible. “Peter Parker, I would be honored.” He bounces a little in his seat, because when he’s overly excited it’s downright impossible for him to sit still, and he rests one hand on your cheek as you continue looking forward. He kisses the side of your face quickly then takes his hand and places it back in it’s proper position; gripping yours.

   “I know it’s early but,” he pauses so he can listen to the vows being exchanged. It’s his favorite part of a wedding, even if he’s only been to two. Three, counting this one. He thinks about his vows to you would be eighty seven pages long, respectively. There’s no one he could downsize it. When the bride says her last few words, Peter continues, “I really really can’t wait for our wedding. I just know it’s gonna happen. And I’m so ready for it. Not, like, now obviously but you know, in a few years, when we’re still in love and we know more than ever that we have is permanent. I’m ready for that.” 

   You’re too lovesick to form a proper reply. You’re afraid that if you open your mouth, you’ll start crying. It wouldn’t seem too improper if you did; weddings often left guests teary eyed as they made their way to the reception. Either you’d cry, or you’d let out a loud squeal of joy and hug the life out of this boyfriend of yours that keeps saying the sweetest things to you. He leans further into you, his head tilted to rest against yours. “You’ll look so beautiful up there. More so than you do right now, if that’s even possible.” He sighs wistfully, then places his other hand on your knee reassuringly. When you’re flustered, you have a hard time forming a coherent sentence, so he understands why you’re not saying anything now. You’re saving the sweet words you always deliver for when you’re sitting back in Peter’s room in a few hours in your sweatpants and stretching out on his bed like its your own. “One day?” He looks to you for the confirmation. 

    You kiss his forehead, your lips lingering there for a second. His eyes close at your touch. “One day, for sure.” 

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The next day, Shouyou returned to the temple.

There was no use in staying at the villa—not when Kageyama would be gone, and no one left there to fill the awful hole that seemed to have opened in Shouyou’s heart.

It was different, than all the times they’d said goodbye before it. Different even than the first time, when Shouyou had thought he wouldn’t be returning month after month, to tumble from the carriage doors and run straight to where Kageyama waited, always, for him.

It was worse now, having made up his mind to stay, but having no idea when Kageyama could return to him. So Shouyou came back to the temple, to wait. At least there, he had the people he’d grown up with. He had his duties. He could try, as best he could, to be distracted.

And, as little as it was, he was not wholly without news of his centurion. For Kageyama sent him letters, as often as he was able.

The first letter came in place of the carriage that would have usually arrived to bring Shouyou to the temple. It was delivered by messenger, and Shouyou was so eager to open the wax seal with Kageyama’s insignia that he nearly ripped the paper in two. He snuck away to a secluded corner where he could read undisturbed.

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anonymous asked:

I'd be really really interested omg what are the tricks to ao3

could probably write a mini analysis on reading and uploading patterns of the yoi ao3 tag fml that’s how much i’ve been observing it

unfortunately sunday and saturday are when people are most likely to to be reading fanfiction since its the weekend; you just have to come to terms with the fact that your fic may be smack all the way to page three in a few hours and lost in 11 pages by the end of the day. its a gamble

under readmore bc this is a little long

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Colors

“What’s red like?”

Pairing: Kang Younghyun (Young K/Brian) x reader
Genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst?
Word count: 1,009

You had achromatopsia, and though you had gotten used to the absence of color in the past 20 years or so of your life, you couldn’t help but wonder sometimes what it was like to really see.

“I can see black and white. Everything else is just a mere shade of gray.”

“So you don’t know what green is like? Not even blue? Or red?” questioned Younghyun.

“Nope, nope, and nope. What’s green like?”

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🔫Sooner or Later🌹 heads up!

So many of y’all have been so excited to see the first pages of Staringback’s story being adapted to comic form and dropping comments regarding wait-times for updates, so I thought I’d give you my general thoughts on that!💭

Ideally I want to upload five page chunks of it every Friday

I’ve been getting into a good groove of finishing a page a day, and it’s been a long time goal of mine to do daily pages with ease- I’ll be streaming every weekday where I’ll finish a page from start to end, and upload the collection at the end of the work week!
I hope y’all consider dropping by my stream📺 when I do and giving me an extra push of encouragement as I’m prepared to try my beST to get this system into a regular habit!



On a personal note, I’d like to add that I’m not taking on this system for anybody but myself. I’ve always wanted to be a fast, efficient artist with quality work to show- but I know every day is different and I’ll have my ups and downs in productivity!
I want you all to trust that I can upload consistently, but if it’s only one page or ten, don’t expect it to be the norm! I’m still an amateur comicbook artist, and I’m learning everyday!
☕️(^u^)/✏️

The hero’s bond #2- “Purpose” Part-1

Part -2 coming soon (I hope)

Part-1

Original

So it’s been a while yeah?

Yes, this is a continuation from the Teamwork comic.

Admittedly I kinda had to rush this one out due to a time crunch, but better late than never!

Also this one is rather long and wordy so Ill try and cut way back on the exposition next time around. sorry ^^’

Thanks too all the people who have stuck around waiting to see me continue this comic! I’ve reeeeeeeally been dying to get back into the swing of things and hopefully if things work out properly I can!

But until then stick around!

ALSO BLOG NEWS! 

I started a different blog page for those who don’t wanna follow my personal garbage!

I’m going to restrict it to only comics and occasional art.

So if your tired of your dash filling up with my stupid clutter but wanna see my art and comics still, go follow me here at ATAMC

Thanks!

Skectching smut all daaaay.

A few of you (a lot of you. Like, every time I ask for smut prompts actually) asked for some SessKag.

To see the full view, “Keep Reading” under the cut!

Remember that if you don’t want to see my NSFW art on your dash please blacklist your tags!

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Home: Part Two

Request: Can I request one where the avengers raid a hydra base and find an 18 yr old girl covered in blood and dirt? She refuses to talk but goes with them without a fight. Nat cleans her up and cuts her hair and recognizes her as Clints daughter that vanished years ago. When Clint gets to the room the girl breaks down and runs to him immediately remembering her dad.

Plus: Hi! So I really love protected and I thought maybe you could write something were Bucky is new to the tower and still only talks to Steve until he meets the reader who also had a shitty past … they fall in love and heal each other or something … just an idea.

Pairings: Clint x daughter!reader, eventual Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,643

Warnings: anxiety attack, mentions of verbal and physical abuse/violence/rape (in a short flashback with no actual graphic descriptions), a little bit of fluff ig

A/N: OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON. So I meant to upload this on Thursday but I was away for the last couple of days looking at a University. I thought I’d have wifi and be able to upload but the youth hostel wifi was awful and I couldn’t even open a page ://// So after a long wait, here’s the next part of Home – this will be a series now by the way guys :)

P.S. there will be more Clint x daughter!reader interaction in other parts, I know this is very Bucky-centric

 (Part One) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine)

You were home.

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UnderMemory Comic

Chapitre 1 page 27

Dust: A…urgh…shit…! W…What has he just done…?! I can’t move anymore…! Shit !!

Dust! Papyrus: Brother !! You hear me ?! Brother !!

Dust: Who…?!

Dust! Papyrus: Brother ! Sans…Sans !

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Dust: Pa…pyrus…?!

Dust: Papyrus: You fell asleep again ? You lazy bone ! Come on get up ! Take my hand !

Dust: Pa…py…!! Bro…

Memory: You could’ve got me just now, but when you used your Gaster Blaster, i understood that it was only a feint ! So I used a glass clone as a diversion and teleported myself elsewhere waiting for the right time to intervene. So much…pain in that memory ! Sadness…hatred !

Chapitre 1 page 29

Memory: I can see them. Your crimes. Your despair. Your loneliness. I really have pity on you ! Your misery, your madness, i have been contemplating them for too long. 

Dust: Pa…py…!

Memory: Locked in despair, you find only as the only way out of your miserable life: to inflict suffering and pain on others ! All that for win LOVE !

Chapitre 1 page 30

Memory: I fear that there is no way to free you from your dementia and your torments. So…it would be wiser to finish it like this !

Previous: http://undermemory.tumblr.com/post/158285496850/undermemory-comic

Next: http://undermemory.tumblr.com/post/160664170415/undermemory-comic

Dust! Sans belong to @ask-dusttale

Dust! Papyrus belong to @ask-dusttale

Reblog for encourage please !

anonymous asked:

after rm vlive i'm really shipping minjoon, they are giving me all the feelings asdfghjk can you rec me your favorite long minjoon fics??

hello!! im glad your inbox is open~ sorry if this adds onto your so many other asks but i’ve been craving minjoon fics! thank you for answering ♡ - Anon

Hi! do you have any good minjoon long fics? I already went through the tag on page, so anything new? Thank you so much<3<3 - Anon

Since you’re all asking for minjoon, I think it’s better that I just combine them!!

a song of fire and fruit smoothies by teecysh [G, 5.5k]

Burns Blue by themarmalade [M, 15k]

Furry Legs, Furry Tail by PinkBTS [T, 2.6k]

Derail by sixtieshairdo [E, 9k]

Casual Conversations by jinsengg [T, 7.7k]

Wait Time: 70 Minutes by GinForInk [M, 4.9k]

tap down those boots while i beat around by rapsucka (sonyeondanbiased) [E, 6.4k]

Color? by pornographicpenguin [E, 18k]

when insanity hits by taebak [M, 38k]

when you say jump, i say how high daddy? by voseok [E, 32k]

In case of emergency by Penjasin [E, 5.8k]

Welcome To The Neighbourhood by novilunar [E, 2.6k]

lavender skin and cotton shirts by voseok [E, 3.2k]

got my body so wet by fatal (cumrich) [E, 8.3k]

Baby Blue by Penjasin [E, 2.4k]

fingers claw your skin (try to tear my way in) by orphan_account [E, 1.5k]

the fact that almost all are rated E says a lot about me, i think

- N

anonymous asked:

You you're back! You have no idea how long I was waiting to see your amazing art

Ayyyyy for 4 weeks been busy with examination, prep for exhibition and 5 days to stay at the mall for like, FRIKIN COLD WITH THE AIR CONDITIONER.

Now im fine! For this time, im no longer really that busy . No more art class after this 1 week break, so im going to focus with academic but i can still draw and update the page for you guys ❤️

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could share your favorite webcomics? I really love ctc and I want something to read as I wait for more pages. If you are too busy to answer I understand! Hope you have a great day :)

I really love Ava’s Demon, Cucumber quest, and Colorless ^^ I’ve been reading Long Exposure lately too!

hey vel i was wondering what goes on in art school what do you learn and what’s it like (pressure, deadlines, subjects) bc i’m thinking about going to an art uni or collage next year and wanna know if it’s a good choice

Hey buddy I go to an art based high school so I don’t think it’ll be like uni at all :( It’s rlly light work here but from what I know art colleges are rough on your schedule! Good luck!!

The best thing about having OCS is getting to ship them and being able to make it canon *winka wonka

You’re right ;3c

im not sure if youve already said it or not- maybe i missed it but when might episode 3 of CTC start?

I’m hoping for somewhere in August!

⭐️UP NEXT: CHAPTER 5!!⭐️

Hoooooo boy. I can’t believe it. Chapter 5 is officially here.
This chapter has almost been a joke for the several months I’ve been working on this project, a chapter I never thought I’d get to.
Turns out apparently I have a lot more willpower than I thought I did, and it’s all drawn and ready for me to plow through.
Buckle up, this is the longest chapter in the book by a long shot. It’s a good time though, and if you enjoyed this part of the game I think you’ll have fun with this chapter.

As always, a humongous thank you to everyone who’s been following along for these 8 months!!
I always look forward to dumping pages here every weekend, and seeing your reactions makes me so frikkin happy.
I can’t wait to show you guys the hard work and love I’ve put into this goliath of a chapter.
Seeya soon!✨

~“George”

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Tomorrow culminated one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. These last two years have been one long continuous trial of creativity, my ability to learn and adapt, and the creation of some of the best art I’ve ever produced. 

Here’s just a very small sample of what the interior pages of the comic look like. Every page is drawn, colored, and painted to the best of my ability in a what was a (literal) painstakingly long process. 

It’s safe to say that drawing this comic has taught me just as much, if not more than my time at school. I can’t wait to share the whole thing with you all, so tomorrow at 1PM, Let’s Kickstart this shit!

Check back here for more information (and probably a video) tomorrow!

I know that a lot of y’all have been waiting for the next update to Junk, and that it’s been a good long while since I last posted. Businessy stuff has kept me from doing a lot of personal work lately, but that’s for the most part loosened up a bit so I’m finally getting back to doin’ shit I wanna do haha 

The last page needs doin, but Imma get that done by Friday. I’m going to finish this whole damn comic, promise. After page 12 is done, it’s halfway. You’ll be seein Yondibbles again soon. 

READY PLAYER ONE: 0000-0003

“You’ve just taken your first step into a larger world.” - Ben Kenobi

Boy, have I ever. I’m only 46 pages into READY PLAYER ONE and I’m already filled with regret for waiting so long to read it. It has been a very, very long time since a book has gripped me so simply and quickly.

Welcome to the post-apocalyptic world of Oklahoma. Fossil Fuels have run out, an energy crisis has taken over the world, and those without money live in multi-family housing units that are literally mobile homes stacked twenty units high. The real world sucks, so people occupy themselves with the unreal world, OASIS: an online simulation where your avatar interacts with other avatars in every way imaginable. You work there. You go to school there. You play there. Basically…you live there.

Long story short, the creator of the OASIS, James Halliday, dies a multi-billionaire with no heirs. He decides to leave his fortune to the winner of a contest of his design. Basically, if you can solve his riddle, find the three hidden keys spread throughout the OASIS, and discover his Easter Egg, you get his fortune. Pretty cool, right? Yeah, only its been decades and no one has solved it. Society at large has given up on finding the prize. The only true believers left call themselves Egg Hunters, or Gunters. And that’s how we meet our protagonist, Wade Watts, or screen name Parzival.

This book is drenched in 80′s pop culture and video game references, and this is what makes it endearing for me. I’m a child of the eighties. It’s the same reason I love Stranger Things and throwbacks of the like; I remember growing up with a lot of the games, comics, movies, TV shows, etc. that are mentioned throughout this story. There’s a pop culture knowledge throw-down between Wade and a friend that reminds me of some of some of the debates I had with my friends about trivial bits of Star Wars trivia (We were, and are, SO cool). There’s even an Airplane! reference. If you understand the 80′s and online gamer culture, you understand Wade Watts’ world.

Kudos to Cline for crafting such an intricate and specific world-build that manages to be clever, seamless, and easy to understand. Hell, it’s just plain fun, too. The reading is quick and easy and quirky and charming and I just can’t praise the few chapters I’ve read enough.

I frowned when I first read the USA Today Quote on the cover of my copy of READY PLAYER ONE: “Enchanting…Willy Wonka meets The Matrix.” But nope. That description makes sense now, and it’s perfect.

anonymous asked:

Can I request StevexReaderxBucky? Reader works with business/law, is 22 yrs old, was friends with Person A (Buck or Steve) in high school but they lost touch the last 3 years. Reader lives across Steve or Bucky (Person B: other person). Nat is her sister & they're both gorgeous & close. Reader finds out Steve and/or Bucky are strippers & the boys like her. She's been with 2 guys before; inexperienced but flirty. Maybe a poly relationship? Tell me if you got this ask & your opinion xoxo ❤😘❤😘❤😘

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader ; Bucky Barnes x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: language

A/N: okay, so this was a challenge. I wanted to include all the details you had asked me to include. But I have to admit, I barely touched the poly relationship part, mainly because I had already written 5 pages before even getting there. But I left it open, so that you could imagine what happens next. I really hope that is alright :)

                                                            *****

You sighed while hiking up the stairs to your apartment on the third floor.

Today had been a looong day and you couldn’t wait to get out of your high heels and skirt and into something comfortable. Being a business lawyer definitely had its’ perks. You earned enough and most of the time, actually enjoyed what you were doing. But some days, you worked way too long for your own good, because some things just had to be finished before the next day.

You were so deep in thought, that you didn’t hear someone close a door and the next second, when you wanted to turn to the corridor of your apartment, you ran into your neighbor and lover/boyfriend.

“Sorry, (Y/N). Didn’t see you there,” he smiled at you. That handsome smile that made you fall for him in the first place.

“It’s alright. I’m sorry, too. Should’ve paid more attention,” you returned the smile, but the exhaustion was clear on your face.

He placed his fingers under your chin, so you’d look into his eyes and examined your face.

“Are you alright, love?”

“Yeah. Just really looking forward to my bed. You’re planning on joining me, later?”

He kissed your forehead, then walked past you, down the stairs.

“I’ll just go for a run. Chinese or Italian later?”

“Both?”

You heard him laugh, before he left the building. Once he was gone, you placed one foot in front of the other, dragging yourself to the door.

But luck didn’t favor you today.

Once the door was open,  you could hear several women laughing.

‘Oh fuck. The Bachelorette party.’

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