Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader Rating: Explicit Genre: fluff and smutsmutsmut Word count: 4,312
A/N: For anon, I hope you like it 💕 I think I’m getting better at writing smut?? Maybe??
Your yawn drowns out the faint sounds of the TV, head lolling to the side as you stare blankly at the screen. It was well past eleven thirty – well past your bedtime – and you’re struggling to keep yourself upright and alert.
Jimin texted you around ten, letting you know that his shift at the convenience store was going to drag on a bit longer than expected, and that he wasn’t totally sure when he’d be headed home. He advised you not to wait up but of course, when did you ever really listen.
Both you and Jimin were full time students, juggling dead end jobs, homework and nearly non-existent social lives. Busy was an understatement for both of your lives and as a result you two rarely got to spend much time together. The only time you two really got was when you both settled down to sleep at night. No matter how dead tired either (or both) of you were, when you were curled up in each other’s arms at the end of a long day, you would quietly talk about the events that had happened or catch each other up on the episode of a drama the other had missed that week.
Which was why you were being so stubborn about going to bed without him; not feeling quite right about sliding under those blankets without his cold feet there to press against your calves.
I’m so sorry, I don’t really know what to do right now and I’m worried so this will be rambly possibly but I’m at a loss.
I’ve decided to do something I never thought I’d do, open a paypal account for help.
Just hours ago my dog Buddy ate a bag of cinnamon raisin bagel that was sitting on the counter. I feel horrible, I should have pushed them further back or set them on top of the fridge but he managed to jump onto the counter and I went to wash my hands and when I came back he’d eaten 4 and a half of them. I took him to the emergency vet immediately and they were able to get a bagel and a half out of him but he still had two in his system. He has to stay overnight so they can monitor him and he’s getting an IV drip/flush the whole night to clear his system of the raisins and the charcoal tablet they gave him. I’m on mobl eight now so I don’t know how to attach the receipts but it’ll upload them asap.
My paypal link is paypal.me/DogsInPartyHats
Please, a dollar or anything you have to spare if you can donate. If you cannot I fully understand.
I’m so sorry to be bothering y'all with this but tomorrow he has to go back to the clinic for a possible 24 hour surveillance and I don’t know what to do. I’ve cleaned out my savings account to do pay for this first 12 hours and there’s a good chance that he’ll need to go back into a 24 hour clinic tomorrow morning. I was not able to take him tonight as its an extra 40 minutes away and he needed his stomach flushed as soon as possible. I’ve had him for 4 years and he was almost completely dead when the shelter found him, I’m hoping he still has some fight in him to make it through this.
EDIT: the reason why I cleaned out my savings is because I currently have no income as a full time college student and I have ptsd, severe anxiety, and bipolar disorder so it makes working and going to school impossible
18 miles. Everything hurts and I’m dying but it’s done. Lots of trails, lots of hills, but I got to run with my marathon partner and we survived it (with minimal walking)! Spending the rest of the day napping and soaking in the bathtub.
a/n: well i finally finished something! enjoy artstudent!joon.
Please God, if you’re up there, let it still be there, you thought as you frantically speed-walked down the sidewalk. Only on five cups of coffee, zero sleep, and half a bagel would you have forgotten your sketchbook behind in your studio class. Finals were fast approaching and just when you had stepped across the threshold of your apartment, desperate for packet ramen and a nap, did you have that peculiar sinking feeling in your stomach– you were forgetting something.
After rifling through your bag to discover with chagrin that yes, you had left your sketchbook in that solitary corner room in the art building, you resignedly trekked back across campus. You tried not to think about everything else you could be doing with the wasted time as you tried not to look so frantic walking. You couldn’t imagine why someone would take it, but you absolutely could not lose that book. It was pretty much your livelihood; It had all your final project plans and some sketches that you were fiercely proud of, but would honestly never see the light of day.
for Iris not to be the most powerful person in existance bcuz its cliche af (seriously the royal family of xeris is said to be extremely powerful and gramorr is legit scurd of izira; more so than iris it seems, and auriana whips out rly unique spells that surprise even talia; plus morgaine or whatevs her name is is rly powerful too; i hate this cliche in magical girl stuff)
a whole episode of Gramorr’s daily life (this is important)
Gramorr monologuing and having convos with his cat (also important)
Iris talking and getting along with Banes and Gramorr yelling “DONT TALK TO HER” bcuz jealous pet owners
More dorky twins in disguises
Mephisto trying out his new hairdo on the ‘ladies’ and they actually like it
PraxinaxLeather Jackets. Its canon. Fight me.
IZIRA’S TRANSFORMATION AND KICKING ASS WITH HER SISTER
I wanna see how batshit crazy Volta is i bet they party hard
where are the evil bbys coming from is gramorr a mommy???
MORE BANES. Why is he named Banes? does gramorr watch Downton Abbey when he’s not going ramsey on the dark bbys and killing sparkly teens?
For the newbies to be like the Outer Senshi and teach the trio magic bcuz why is Talia the only one teaching the considered “savior”? “This girl is gonna go all Fa Mulan and save us all but fuck it send the newly orphaned blue nerd with resting bitch face from Xeris thats not a planet but talked about as if it were a planet and that chick with the 38 sisters. They wont even notice she gone, we’ll lure her away with snacks. - good plan (this is when the high counsel or whoever came up with this high fives and one asks whats a xeris)”
more of mephisto’s dance moves
talisto trash prbly
iris and auriana taking prax shopping
Praxina listening to heavy metal with a straight face
Zeinos and Deinos or whatever tf they’re called gimme more dark bbys
Warnings: I think there’s light cursing in there. Barely. Which is weird because I curse like a sailor.
Word Count: 3,206. (Yay, rambling.)
A/N: YOU GUYS ARE ALL SO FANTASTIC. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AND ALL THE LOVE. Tbh, I expected like, eight notes on the first one, but y'all exceeded my expectations. If I had the money, I would buy all of you puppies and kittens and chocolate and food and the works. Thank you so much!! I present to you an entire load of trash.
SIDE NOTE: Also again, thanks to @ourforgottenboleros for being my second pair of eyes and editing and proofreading. GO READ HER STUFF. I AM HER NUMBER ONE FAN. JOIN MY FANCLUB.
“I’m thinking bagels,” Lin suggested as you both journeyed south 165th Street. “Are you thinking bagels, Doc?”
“You read my mind,” you replied with a grin. “I’ve been dying for a bagel since yesterday morning. And please, Y/N works just fine.”
It was around 5:15 in the morning, the sun already piercing the night’s veil of darkness, cueing the pigeons to rise and harass the inhabitants of the Big Apple.
Can you do a Jungkook angst scenario based on Adele's Hello? Thank you!!
Hello, It’s Me
Jungkook X Reader Rated:
S for sad shit sad shit sad shit
telephone rang, one, two, three times. Jungkook’s fatigued mind
listened to the tune, commanded him to close his eyes and to ignore
the call; but the melody started all over again. He had had a
twenty-four hours shift and his body ached, his body asked, no, his
body demanded him to rest and sleep. Rain, a cozy bed and a
free morning sounded too perfect, so he fought to open his eyes. He
extended his arm to grab the devilish device and the phone stopped
his gentle melody.
he asked who called, a yawn interrupted him. “Hello. It’s me.”
The familiar voice coming from the other side struck him with the
force of a sledgehammer cracking an egg.
body reacted beyond his will; mild shock, increasing hearth beat,
full consciousness, and quiescent memories overloaded his senses. He
opened his eyes as a reflex, fully awake and regaining his
concentration, questioning if this was a dream; or maybe a nightmare.
Not in a million years would he expect this call or any call from
her. Since when did ghosts use phones?
sat on the edge of the bed and he stretched his legs out. After a
brief pause, the voice on the phone spoke again. “Hello, can you
I can hear you.” Jungkook’s voice came fast enough, calm enough
and without a trace of hesitation.
must’ve called a thousand times. But when I call, you never seem to
never at home, with the studio and stuff.” He got missed calls; but
he changed her’s contact details to “do not answer” and he
obeyed the screen every time; after, he had some “unknown number”
missed calls. But he didn’t lie either.
Title: 12 Days of Sabriel – Day 6 Words:
‘Showing up late to class with a Starbucks’ is not Sam’s style at
all. Not showing up to class at all because the guy working at
Starbucks is confusingly handsome is totally Sam’s style. Warnings:
Underage Drinking (< 21
|| Fluff || Height Difference || Coffee Shop AU || College AU || Sam
is a Starbucks virgin || OC: Bagel || Advent Calendar Fic