#୨ৎ — 「 chip 」

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[melshifting]

How to shift in less than 24hs!

If your first thought when reading the title was “oh, but you can't do that, how are you going to do it in 1 day?”, then there's your problem.

You have no confidence in yourself. You have no confidence in shifting. You allow yourself to be controlled by circumstances and your limiting thoughts. Nothing has power unless you grant it

Don't get me wrong, it's not 'clickbait'. You really can do it in a day - gosh, you could do it right now if you wanted to. But you don't do it because you're still conditioned to think that shifting is something that must take time, effort, etc.

Take the chips out of your head that tell you that you are over-complicating or over-simplifying shifting. Your only determinant is the 4D; and that is the truth that matters - so if you keep telling yourself that there are certain requirements to achieve shifting, you are wrong. You don't need to have a method, or follow certain steps or do it at a certain time; you just need to have the intention.

“Obviously I already have it, otherwise why would I continue persuading shifting?" No, you don't. Or rather, maybe you do, but that ideal is coated with a big layer of limitations that only you can leave behind. I am not asking you to “eliminate” them, you simply have to know that you are in control.

“It's easier said than done.” Bro, AGAIN? Who dictates what is 'easy' or 'hard'? Exactly, you. Stop making excuses for what you want, because I guarantee you that having it is easy - circumstances don't matter, time doesn't matter, other people's opinions don't matter.

Nothing is "too complicated" or "too good 4 you", remember that shifting can be as simple (or complex) as you make it.

(...) "Nothing is, without you being."

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(I posted this on my tiktok 'melshifting', and since it did so well I'm also uploading it here lol).

[drunkinyourbenz]

drunk arguing w billie?

i went slightly overboard i am so sorry anon

୨ৎ i don't wanna talk right now. b.e

୨ৎ billie eilish x fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: angst

୨ৎ content: fighting (duh), billie's drunk, toxic relationship, emotional abuse (?), billie's a bitch, dont wanna spoil anything else js read it babe <3

୨ৎ taglist: @47lake @st0nerlesb0 @n0vabug @darkside-0f-the-sun @asterisk-eyes

୨ৎ note: sorry in advance <3

you were anxious, to say the least. you knew it had gotten bad again for billie, that much was obvious. but you’d expected her to maybe… talk to you about it. after a year and a half of dating, you felt like perhaps you could be someone she trusted enough to turn to. but you weren’t. 

it was nothing personal, you supposed. she wasn’t talking to anyone about it—not finneas, not zoe, not even maggie. she had a tendency to close herself off, and you knew that was something she had to work through herself. 

…but that didn’t stop the fact that you were up at eleven thirty at night, wondering when your girlfriend would come home. you felt sick with worry, your stomach turning in the most heart wrenching way. what if something was going really badly wrong? what if it was worse than you thought? 

you couldn’t take your mind off it, no matter what you did. you’d even dragged yourself into the kitchen to bake some cookies, thinking that maybe having something else to focus on would ease your worries. but no, after every cup of flour and every pinch of salt, your mind drifted back to her. you almost burnt the cookies because of how heavy your heart was with worry. 

recently, she’d been getting home later and later, and although you acted as if nothing had changed, you could remember vividly every hour where you wondered where she was, if she was okay. most nights, she would get home around ten pm, crawling into bed with you and wrapping her arms around you. the feeling of her head buried in the crook of your neck brought far more comfort than it should, considering the situation. 

earlier in your relationship, she would get home at around six, maybe eight. either way, you’d have time to spend together. you ate dinner together like a normal couple, and sometimes you had movie nights. it didn’t matter what you did, because you were together. 

but now, you weren’t sure if you’d eaten dinner together once in the past two weeks. 

each time she got home late, you could smell the alcohol on her. it wasn’t that strong, but it was the pattern that worried you. all signs were pointing towards a downward spiral, and she wouldn’t even talk to you, her own girlfriend. 

upon hearing the door open abruptly, you looked up from where you’d been staring blankly at the chocolate chip cookies as they cooled. you pursed your lips as you heard the door slam, and you suddenly didn’t want to see billie anymore. you’d been so anxious about where she was, so eager to finally see her again, but… you didn’t want to see her, not like this. 

but it was her house too, so soon enough, stumbling footsteps could be heard through the hallway, and you heard her lazily kick her shoes off at the door. it didn’t take long for her to come into view as she walked into the living room that was connected to the kitchen you were in. she dumped her bag on the couch, shrugging her jacket off while she was at it. 

she did a double take when she saw you, as if she’d expected you to just be fast asleep in bed. she froze for a second or two, before letting out a heavy sigh. 

there was no other sign of acknowledgement, she walked to the sink and grabbed a glass of water, looking past you as if you didn’t exist. you could’ve sworn you felt your heart sink—this was worse than usual. 

closing your eyes briefly, you inhaled deeply, you were well aware she hadn’t been talking to finneas or maggie about this—you’d just gotten off the phone with a very concerned maggie, and you felt so guilty for not being able to assure her that everything was fine, that her daughter was okay. because you truly didn’t know. 

the silence that hung over the room was heavy and uncomfortable, making you feel strangely claustrophobic. you knew that the silence would have to be broken eventually, so you spoke. you skipped the usual ‘how was your day’ and simply got straight to the point. “...are you okay?”

her head snapped up as if she’d been snapped out of a daze, and she looked at you as if she were suddenly seeing you for the first time. you watched as she swallowed, and finally forced herself to speak in a whisper. “...i don’t know.” billie replied blankly, and you felt your heart ache at her tone. it was as if she had already accepted that fact, and wasn’t going to do anything to drag herself out of the pool of endless self destruction.

“is there anything i can do, my love?”

in the past, that sentence would have had her collapsing into your arms, letting you hold her until she felt even a little bit better. this time, however, just she looked at you for a moment. behind that cold facade, you could’ve sworn you saw something flash in her eyes–hope? love? you weren’t sure, because it disappeared as quickly as it’d flashed over her face. 

her voice came out harsher than you’d expected when she spoke, “you could leave me alone.” 

you simply blinked in surprise. you weren’t going to push her to talk to you about it, obviously, but it confused you that she was resorting to this…meanness. she didn’t just say it like she needed space—which, in reality, was something she had gotten a lot of lately—she said it like you were the issue. like you had caused everything wrong in her life at the moment. that stung more than you thought it would. 

however, you didn’t want to be that pushy girlfriend who couldn’t let things go, so you just nodded slowly, trying to hide the concern still in your voice. “i mean, if that’s what you need…”

the two of you stood in the kitchen for what felt like hours—it was probably just five minutes, but the tense silence was suffocating. you wanted to say something, to help her, but what could you do that she wouldn’t just scoff at and ignore? 

abruptly, interrupting the strangling silence, billie stood up. in her haste, she knocked over a glass on the table, and you flinched as you watched it fall to the floor and shatter. billie didn’t spare the broken glass a single glance as she snapped, “you know what?”

your eyes dart between billie and the glass before settling on your girlfriend, looking at the uncharacteristic anger in her expression. “what?”

“i hate that you do this! you never push me to talk! you never help me! you never…” she trailed off, running out of words to say but certainly not running out of anger. 

“excuse me?” you raised an eyebrow, “haven’t you noticed the way i’ve been doing absolutely everything i can to help for months? everything. no matter what i do, you push me away. you push everyone away—i just got a call from maggie, who was crying because she’s so worried about you. i can’t do shit to help if you don’t want to be helped, billie. no one can.” 

her mouth fell open, and she spent a minute just staring at you. you could see the debate she was having with herself in her mind, the way she was wondering whether to follow the rational or emotional part of her brain. you could tell that she knew you were right, but it looked like her frustration was too intense and her mind was too clouded by alcohol to actually think properly. 

the anger won, as it had been a lot recently. you were right, of course. you always were when it came to her—you knew her better than you knew yourself. 

“shut up! you’re not helpful, and you can’t fix me! you can’t fix anything!” her voice was only raising in volume, and she stepped closer to you, a finger jabbing the air between you to emphasise her words. 

you subconsciously took an instinctive step backwards as she stepped towards you, your back hitting the countertop. “then tell me what i can do!” 

billie scoffed, “you can leave! you can ignore it like you usually do!” she was yelling at this point, “you can be useless like you usually are!” 

you visibly flinched at those last words. part of your brain reminded you that she’s drunk, she doesn’t mean it, but the other half was shouting at you about how drunk words are sober thoughts. your mind was racing at this point, was that really how little she thought of you? you swallowed heavily before speaking softly, “do you…do you really think i don’t care?” 

momentarily, she seemed to recognise the hurt on your face, and something like guilt appeared in her eyes. said guilt didn’t last, and the anger was rushing back even more all-consuming than it had been before, “of course you don’t care!”

you stared at her in disbelief—did she genuinely believe you didn’t care? did she not see all the effort you put in for her? you opened your mouth to speak, but she bet you to it. 

“you know what?” she didn’t give you time to speak, she just rushed into her point. “i wish you weren't even here. i’d be better off dealing with this alone. without your stupid, useless attempts to help.”

yet again, you stared at her in shock. you didn’t think you could be more hurt in one night even if you tried. she’s drunk, you kept telling yourself, but deep down you knew that wasn’t an excuse. if she loved you, she wouldn’t say these things. once again, she continued before you could get a word in. her anger was consuming her in her drunken state, there was no thought behind her words, just the first insults she could find. 

“you’re a fucking burden, you know that? i don’t need you, i don’t want you, you’re just in the way. always in the fucking way!” 

just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, she went there. you froze in place, taking a long moment to just stare at her in disbelieving silence. “...what did you just say?”

noticing that her words finally seemed to hit a nerve, she only pushed further, “you heard me. you always have been.” 

that hit like a slap in the face, leaving you speechless. you truly didn’t know what to say, it didn’t feel like you were looking at the love of your life anymore. this was a stranger, someone you knew so well but at the same time knew absolutely nothing about. you weren’t sure when the first tear had fallen, but they were now streaming down your cheeks. 

“you–” billie opened her mouth to continue, but you interrupted her. 

“that’s enough.” your voice was shaky but surprisingly firm, and at your firm tone, billie pauses. her mouth was still open to continue, but then she looked at you. she really looked at you, and saw the tears on your cheeks and the look in your eyes.

it was as if she were seeing you for the first time in the whole night, and you watched as the angry mask crumbled right in front of your eyes. after watching her for a moment, your eyes trailed down to the floor as you took a deep breath, wanting to look anywhere except for her. 

“fuck,” she murmured, her breathing shallow as she seemed to actually realise what she’d just said.  

“i-i’m sorry–” billie whispered, her voice weak as she looked at you, reaching out for your arm and only causing you to shift away from her so she couldn’t touch you. you watched as her eyes widened in panic at your avoidance of her touch, as the weight of her words seemed to sink in. “i didn’t mean it–you know that–”

you give her a look, raising an eyebrow, “really? because you had a lot to say.”

“i love you. you know that.”

those three words didn’t feel like they held the same meaning as they used to, they weren’t giving you the butterflies you used to get. actions speak louder than words, and her actions were greatly lacking. “then start acting like it.” 

“how?” her voice was a whisper, barely audible. 

you swallowed, looking down at the floor and then back at her. it felt like her fist was in your chest, ripping your heart out. it physically hurt you to have this conversation. 

“i can’t spell it out for you, billie. you used to show it, you’ll figure it out if you want to. if you really can’t, i think that says something for itself.”

in your mind, you silently wished for her to say something. to say she can try, she can fix this. but you weren’t sure how much was even left to fix, after all these months of cracks spreading through your relationship and pushing you further apart. but you remembered. you remembered when the two of you use to dance through the kitchen just because you felt like it. you remembered staying up all night cuddled up in bed having whispered conversations about absolutely nothing and everything at the same time. it hadn’t been like that in a long time, but you knew that both of you remembered it as if it were yesterday. 

and despite it all, despite how much billie wanted to beg you to stay, to do everything she possibly could to cling to you until she somehow mended all the broken patches in your relationship, she knew you were right. she couldn’t let you tell her how to fix this, she’d have to figure it out by herself.

and she didn’t know how, so she let you stand up and walk out the door. 

which, its own cruel way, was an answer in itself. 

[jlheon]

୨ৎ — first date (yjw)

pairing. class prez! yang jungwon x fem! reader synopsis. awkward first date w/ won genre. f2l fluff wc. 1733 notes. ft. minji & riki library.

"i don't know what to wear!" you told minji through your phone. twenty minutes left before jungwon would be there to pick you up and your once clean bedroom looked like the aftermath of a tornado.

last week jungwon confessed to you. well, riki accidentally confessed to you for him.

you had seen riki's messages to jungwon as you played a game on his phone during lunch. all the messages sent consisted of riki teasing him about his crush.

stomach dropping as you thought that your crush could be crushing on that wasn't you. you also felt bad for invading his privacy when you tried to turn the phone off. however, curiosity got the best of you, nearly throwing the phone across the room, until riki said your name.

a sense of relief hit you, letting out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding.

when jungwon returned to the classroom with some drinks from the vending machine you slowly gave his phone back. after he started frantically apologizing you reassured him that you shouldn't have kept reading the texts but glad you did since now you knew the feelings were reciprocated.

you were thankful that you and jungwon always ate alone in the student council room since he had all day access to it being class president. he was also glad that the confession happened privately.

jungwon asked you out on a date and now it was d-day.

unfortunately for you, he hadn't told you where you were going. not even a single hint. so there was no way to know what was appropriate to wear.

"he said comfortable! i'm sure shorts and a t-shirt will be fine!" minji advised, currently doing something on her computer, and barely paying attention to you.

"what if he means comfortable like watching a movie comfortable? what if i’m overdressed or even worse underdressed? what if i get cold-" you rambled, holding up different shirts in the mirror up to your front.

"how about you keep those shorts, the blue crewneck, and wear a cute tank top underneath in case you get hot." minji suggested, eating some chips.

"you're a genius!"

quickly grabbing the items she instructed you to get and throwing them on. afterwards, picking up the mountains of clothes on your floor, folding them, and shoving them back in your drawers.

by the time your room was cleared jungwon's contact appeared on your screen. ending the call with minji after she wished you good luck you rushed downstairs.

jungwon was already standing at your doorstep as you saw from the window. he rang the doorbell and you were quick to open it before your little sister could.

"hey ____," jungwon stood on the porch, coincidentally wearing a blue sweater in a similar shade to yours.

"hi!" your younger sister greeted him before you. "she opened the door before i could!" she whined, crossing her arms.

"i told you don't answer the door to strangers," you patted her head.

"why did you answer the door then? he's not a stranger if you-"

you smiled at jungwon, letting him into the house while ushering your sister to the other room.

"let me just tie my shoes-" you went to sit, reaching down to your feet. 

jungwon didn't say anything before kneeling in front of you and tying the laces of your sneakers up for you. you found yourself flustered, cheeks feeling warm from his gesture.

"oh thanks," you said once he stood back up, reaching a hand out to bring you up off the couch.

"let's go?" he asked, staring down at you.

"yeah," you replied shakily.

it was weird being nervous around jungwon, you had hung out with him alone plenty of times when you didn't know if he liked you back. nonetheless, you let him intertwine your hands and lead you to his car. he opened the passenger door for you, waiting for you to get in before shutting it and looping around to get into the driver's seat.

"so where are we going?" you asked, buckling your seatbelt.

"it's a surprise ____," he laughed, starting up the car and driving off.

the car ride was around fifteen minutes. you looked out the window listening to the music jungwon had been playing until you recognized where you were.

the beach.

"why did you let me wear sneakers?" you frowned, looking down at your shoes and thinking about getting sand in your shoes.

"i'm wearing sneakers too," jungwon started, turning into the parking lot. "i brought us slides don't worry."

jungwon parked the car close to where the stand started and exited the car. circling around the front to open your door for you. after helping you out he opened the back of his car to get the said slides and some sand toys.

while he was busy doing that you took off your shoes and left them on the floor of the passenger’s seat. jungwon dropped a pair of his slides that were slightly too big for you in front of you and then you both started walking through the sand.

you followed jungwon as he picked a spot for you guys to sit. he set down a towel big enough for the both of you and patted the spot next to him for you to sit.

"can we make a sand castle?"

"that's why i stole riki's sand toys," jungwon laughed, his dimple becoming more prominent. "don't tell him i told you these were his."

"i wouldn't!" you giggled, poking his dimple.

picking up the medium-sized bucket and shovel you remember that you needed wet sand.

jungwon was a step ahead of you already. he knew how much you hated the feeling of sand sticking to your feet after touching the water so he wordlessly picked up one of the other buckets and strides towards the shore.

"here," he set the water-filled bucket next to you. his sleeves were rolled up and his hands were dripping with ocean water, his veins showing.

you thanked him and got to work, mixing the water into the dry sand in front of you. then packing it into the castle-shaped mold as jungwon watched from beside you.

"you should make your own," you looked over to your date. "i doubt it will be better than mine though!"

"you're on!" jungwon nudged you with his shoulder and started working on his own.

by the time you had both finished you had added some seashells on top of yours while jungwon eventually gave up and started writing random things in the sand.

you excitedly showed him your final work and he swore he could kiss you right then and there.

jungwon snapped a couple of candid photos of you while you were caught up making your sand castle. saving them so he could change his wallpaper to you when he got home.

you asked him if he wanted to look for shells and he accepted.

"won look at this shell!" you held up a small shiny orange shell for him to see. "you can have it." you placed it in his hand.

he took the shell, sliding it into his pocket, then held your hand in his as you continued walking down the beach.

you continued to pick up shells and talk jungwon's ear off. he simply just let you drag him along and keep the shells you liked in his pocket for you.

eventually, you had enough of walking up and down the shore, probably picking up all the shells you stumbled upon you stopped walking, which made jungwon nearly bump into you.

"ew i don't want to go back in the sand," you whined, staring down at how your feet were drenched in the ocean water. the coolness of the water felt nice two minutes ago but now you had to make it back to the blanket feeling the texture of wet sand all over your feet.

"come here," jungwon instructed, removing his hands from his pockets.

"what?" confused, you turned around to face him.

then he suddenly picked you up and started running back to your spot.

"hey put me down!" you lightly hit his chest.

"we both know you would be complaining if you had to step in the sand with wet feet," jungwon set you down on the towel, picking up the toys from earlier and putting them all together before laying down next to you. a somewhat comfortable silence took over you both of you.

"hi," you said as you laid back facing him.

"hi," he stared back at you, his eyes still glued on the sky.

"why are we so awkward," you laughed, thinking about how today lacked all of the normal conversations you had before confessing to each other.

"i don't know about you but i'm nervous," jungwon confessed, turning over to face you.

"i'm only nervous because you've barely said a word to me this whole time," you sighed, staring up at him.

"you look pretty today."

"you're changing the subject-"

"that's why i'm nervous," jungwon rested a hand on yours, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "we've been friends for so long, and now that we're on a date i'm blanking."

"let's just pretend this is a normal hangout," you suggested, returning to resting flat on your back.

"____, can i kiss you?"

"that's not what you would say at a regular hangout-" you felt your face warm up as you awkwardly scratched your neck.

"yeah because we're on a date," he sat up, waiting for you to mirror him, which you did. "i'm going to ask you again ____, can i kiss you?"

"um," you stared at him like a deer in headlights.

jungwon moved closer to cup one side of your face, noses brushing against each other. his minty breath hit your lips and filled your senses.

"so can i kiss you?" he asked one more time, barely above a whisper.

"yeah," you shakily replied, letting your eyes fall shut.

satisfied with your answer, he finally let his lips collide with yours. kissing you gently for a couple of seconds before pulling away to look at you. he let out a chuckle when your eyes were still tightly shut.

"you can open your eyes now," jungwon brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"i knew that!"

jungwon grinned and went back in for another kiss.

[cloveroctobers]

my man rates my outfits — MULTI [Fall Randoms] 🤎

A/N: just something random I decided to write for fun on my lunch break + slightly influenced by YouTuber: Isimeme Edeko’s recent video she did with her husband lol. I hope you enjoy this mess!

Synopsis: you’re a content creator who has a theme for every occasion and decide to get your man’s reactions on certain fits — OR — your man catches you rocking particular outfits.

WARNINGS: language, suggestive themes, flirting, + x fem reader!

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[ROMAN] —

You were throwing ass to Ms. Ponytail who appeared on your playlist funny enough as you stood in one of your many outfits in your kitchen. Of course you got side tracked, filming a OOTN (outfit of the night), after your stomach basically told you to feed them before you ended up kissing the floor from lack of nutrients.

“Now what is going on in here?” A voice boomed as the song finished.

Whipping around like a deer in headlights with a truffle chip against your lips, you spotted your husband standing on the other side of the kitchen island, leaning on his elbows as he watched you in delight.

You warn after bringing the chip into your mouth, “You need to stop sneaking up on me, if you know what’s good for you.”

“You are…I was just enjoying the show. Especially that last bit.” Joe flashed his pretty teeth at you.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you finished chewing, “You could have seen it up close and personal if you did the trend with me but you preferred the gym.”

Joe would do very little trends with you, he enjoyed the ones more where you danced and he got to watch from behind…also he liked the ones where he got to show off his strength.

“I mean…with all that movement back there I wouldn’t mind another rep.” The bun wearing man licks his lips, pushing back from his elbows, “And that dress mmm…”

You’re wearing a skinny strapped two printed mini dress that definitely showcased your cleavage and clung to your waist nicely as you explain, “i was filming date night outfits.”

Joe hums again, caressing his facial hair as he starts making way around the counter, which made you step to the other side, earning you a taunting grin, “We can consider what we’re about to do a date night if you want?”

Clapping your hands together, you wagged a finger at your husband who immediately made you his prey, “No, Joe! I have to pick the kids up at four.”

He checked the watch on his wrist, while you tried to tip toe backwards, “Uh, uh, where you going?”

“I got to get back to work.” You tried to convince.

Joe chuckled to himself, “I know we both got something that the both of us can work out…and our main problem is still having seats open at the table so why not fill them up?”

He then charged at you with laughter that boomed from his chest, tossing you right over his shoulder. Honestly you thought five kids was enough but if you asked Joe, he didn’t feel like there needed to be any limits.

“Joe!” You squealed after he slapped a hand to your backside and gave it a nice wiggle after it bounced back against his hand, “We don’t have time—

“We’ll make time. I need to see more of them outfits after I’m done with you…but this one might be my favorite.” He admits as he easily walks with you around the house in search of the bedroom.

Sighing you claw at your husband’s back as he felt you trying to slide out of his hold, “Don’t you tear this shit, Joe. I mean it. The other one you messed up is still on back order.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll be alright.” He says, kicking the bedroom door closed before sliding you face to face in his arms, still holding onto you, leaving you to initiate the kiss after staring into his loving eyes.

It was safe to say, this date night outfit got a dick stamp of approval.

[JEY] —

the theme was: thanksgiving, you were already stressing out about some fits to wear a week before the big festivities, whereas Jey was more relaxed about it all. Don’t get it wrong, he likes to show out but he didn’t see the need in stressing over things weeks before they transpired. He would pick what he was wearing the week of or a few days prior.

However he didn’t mind helping you pick out what to wear either. Just based off the first outfit, you showed off as you approached from around the couch, there was amusement in Jey’s dark eyes.

He sings, “Okay, purple rain! Purple rain!”

Immediately your smile dropped as Jey continued grinning at you.

“What?”

Jey licked his lips, pressing his elbows into his knees as he surveryed you in some Metallic purple boots and a lilac blazer dress. It didn’t look bad…he just didn’t think it gave what it was supposed to give.

“Why you wearing purple? Aren’t you supposed to go for darker tones? Mustard yellows, chocolate browns, tans? I heard the color for this season is wine or something along those lines.” Jey explains, as he trails his eyes up the length of your legs.

Your arms are folded now, “That’s boring!” You start, while Jey raises his brows to peek at the wine tortoise colored set on your nails, which you folded behind your back, “I wanted to switch it up with the dark tones and do something fresh.”

Jey slowly nods his head, while he caressed his beard, “I get that ma but you did say the theme was thanksgiving and this got prince written all over it.”

He’s laughing again and it’s working your nerves.

“…It sure does smell like hater in here.” You sass, making Jey scoff.

“What’s with the attitude? You asked me to give you my opinion and this is just the first fit right? Let me see the other ones…as long as they ain’t all purple.” Jey mutters that last bit but you caught it.

Scowling you say, “No, I don’t think i will! You’re not going to get the privilege to see the other options since you just tried to drag me. I didn’t know we had Tyra Uso in the building.”

Jey snickers, not believing that you were this pressed over him not feeling the first outfit for the theme. He never said it was ugly or anything like that, the colors were off if you compared the blazer and the shoes but it still somehow worked. He just didn’t see it for thanksgiving but you were not trying to hear it.

Maybe he should have cut back on the laughing but he stood by his Prince comment. You chuck the gingerbread cookie pillow right at his face on your way out of the living room.

“Aye! There ain’t no need to get disrespectful, alright?” Jey was on his feet now, reaching over the couch in attempt to latch onto your wrist but you side stepped him.

He wasn’t the only athlete in this house!

“Y/N, you can’t be seriously pissed at a jokey joke?!” Jey held onto the edge of the couch as he watched you retreat around the corner to head back to your office/second closet.

Just as he heard the door creaking you yelled, “I’m going to get the opinion of a true fashion head instead because my husband is the worst!”

And with a slam of the door, Jey just shook his head to himself at how sensitive you wanted to be today, letting out a small laugh to himself, followed by a sigh, he plopped down on the couch just to be notified that you were on tiktok live, talking to your supporters instead.

Of course Jey tuned right in.

[TERRY] —

“Ol’ heffa!” You hiss, tossing more clothes behind you.

Terry dodges a heel that could have caught him right in the face but ends up catching a balled up jumpsuit? That was closer to hitting his face.

“Babe, what’s going on?”

You spin to the voice, hands on your hips, and half dressed.

“That heffa.” You balled up a fist, while Terry got closer to you, eyes wide as he glanced at the mountain of clothes that decorated the floor.

“I see you’ve been spending too much time at the salon with the aunties.” Terry attempted to joke, while you appeared as if you just wanted to swing on something or someone, “Alright…take a deep breath for me.”

Peering up into his spring green hues while he rubbed at your bare shoulders, you followed his coaching of breathing before letting out a groan.

“I told you I didn’t like our neighbor to the left but she personally handed me this grand invitation to her Christmas gala, like she does every year.” You begin to tell your fiancé.

Terry slowly nods, not understand what the issue is but keeps quiet, knowing you’ll tell him.

“She threw a jab at us, Terry!” You exasperate, “‘It’ll be nothing like your Christmas party last year, no itchy ugly sweaters and full glam for the greater good. You know what that’s like right?’ She had the nerve to say that to me?! She basically called us tacky like I won’t MINK her brain into a slushie! She don’t know who she’s messing with, T. My mom told me to cast the demon out and my auntie told me to ring around the Rosie that hoe but I heard your voice in my head instead.”

Terry felt a smile tickling its way onto his full lips, “Oh yeah?”

“Told her we’re not attending this year, we will donate to the foundation because that’s what it’s truly about, to help support HIV and aids, not acting like it’s a fashion show.” You respond making Terry nod his head at you taking the high road, “Then I took her invitation, put it in a blender, dumped it into a mason jar, with a red ribbon and put into her mailbox for her barely twenty-one year old boyfriend of the month to bring in for her.”

Terry dropped his head followed by the closing of his eyes, “You didn’t.”

“I told you I didn’t want to move to the suburbs but she keeps messing with me and I refuse to be shaded or bullied. I get along with pretty much everyone, except for her minions and that—

“Heffa?” Terry finished for you, which you pointed into the air with a dip of your head.

You knew your man would just get it.

“They’re just trying to get up underneath your skin since we’re the newbies in town. Don’t let them win.”

Tilting your head to the side you say, “Did you not block our neighbor across the street in with the truck because he kept blowing his leaves across the street into our yard? Even stood in front of his car after he tried to drive over his lawn to get away from you?”

“I don’t recall that.” Terry grinned at you while you stared at him in disbelief, “You just gotta teach people how to treat you.”

“Exactly! And if she keeps it up, I’ll cancel Christmas real quick for her.”

Terry laughs, pulling you into his chest to sooth you, “Relax, Tasmanian Devil. I got something that might uplift your spirts though.”

Gift giving was something Terry often did. It was always, “I saw this and thought of you,” and it could be little trinkets or snacks or anything that you enjoyed. He never missed with whatever he brought home.

It’s his black tux that he planned to wear to a friend’s wedding that was happening the day before Christmas Eve. He pulled it up from the bed and you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face now.

“I’ve been in here nearly all day trying on dresses for Crystal and Sherrod’s wedding and you’ve been holding out on this info?!” You touch the protective bag that contains the suit, “Try it on while I get the wine and the ones.”

Terry chuckles as you start to scurry out of the room, “And for my services of modeling this for you, can I help pick your fit since you seem to be having a hard time?…which shouldn’t be with all these damn clothes you got.”

“Be quiet, Terry. You better be lucky I’m not a bridesmaid, or else you and your little friend to the left might see hell.”

Terry gives you a side eye, “She ain’t a friend of yours so she ain’t a friend of mine.”

“And that’s one of the many reasons why I’m marrying you,” you sigh dramatically while Terry just shakes his head at you, shooing you out of the room, to start unzipping the suit.

When you return with two glasses and a bottle, you make yourself comfortable, glimmering legs crossed over the other while you cheered Terry on in his all black attire.

He sips at the red, carefully putting the glass back down on the nightstand and decides to change back out of his clothes, not wanting to mess anything up, although you both had weeks to go before your friends’ wedding, he still wanted to take precautions, not wanting to cause any more stress to you as well.

“What about this?” Terry questions, pulling up a black lace piece, “We’ll be coordinating.”

You were leaning on one of your elbows and laugh, “I could do a red lip but…If I wear that dress, we probably wouldn’t be attending the wedding.”

It still had a tag on it too.

“Just adds more excitement to spreading love that day and later…” he winks at you, while you feel your body getting hot, even half dressed.

Terry holds it up by the straps with both pointer fingers, “…Get up, it’s your turn to show me why you’re a million out of ten.”

You smirk as you sit up, “You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”

“Don’t I know it,” His eyes followed your movements with ease, as you plucked the dress from his hands, leaning up to let your nose brush against his, and just when Terry was ready to put his hands on your hips, you quickly slipped out of reach and circled around him.

It was his turn to lounge on the ottoman in front of the bed, enjoying his view as you got dressed up for him.

[CANE] —

“The fuck you got on?!”

“Now Lorenzo.”

“Don’t do that.”

“I know you better correct that bass in your tone.”

“And what’s gon’ happen if I don’t?” Cane quizzes, pushing off his knees on the edge of the bed to fold his hands underneath his armpits.

You side eyed him and he had no problem matching your energy.

After a tense silence you sigh, “Stop being extra and rate my fit!”

Cane scratched at his brow as he mumbles, “Was that not what I was just doing?”

You huff, “Your delivery is whack.”

“No, that outfit is.”

Your mouth drops open, as you looked over your shoulder at the mirror behind you before turning fully to look at what you put together. You sported a suede brown frayed jacket, a blue and white pin stripped blouse underneath that was left unbuttoned enough to show cleavage, baggy light-wash jeans, pointed toe boots, a multi colored silk scarf tied over your head, and a suede tote bag to go with it.

“What’s wrong with it? The theme is: bonfire in The West or Midwest.”

Cane sucked his teeth, “We’re in New York, cowboy Carter, in case your ass forgot.”

“Not for long!” You sing song, already excited for where you were spending Christmas.

Christmas’ in the city was of course special but the both of you desperately needed a vacation and Cane already hinted that Christmas would be your next vacation together. He just didn’t tell you where yet or even what to pack, although you kept pushing for some details, he kept that information on lock.

“I ain’t going nowhere where we might turn up buried alive for the buffalo to feast on, that includes: Utah, Nebraska, or at that cult bullshit Kanye likes to chill at.” Cane informed while you rolled your eyes.

“Wyoming, babe.” You sigh before posing in the mirror, “I’m not jumping to those areas particularly but i know I look good and nailed it.”

Cane snorts with a shrug of his shoulders, “If you say so.”

“You still didn’t tell me what you don’t like about it.”

Cane blinked at you, as you turned back around, posing as if that was going to change his mind. “For one I don’t like that jacket and that stupid ass scarf. So you lose points for that. You’re better off wearing my durag than that.”

Scrunching up your lips you respond, “You don’t get the theme. If I wanted to do streetwear then maybe. This is western with a touch of chic, babe. Keep up.”

“You wouldn’t normally wear that shit.” He argued, yanking on one of the fringes, making you stumble forward.

Whacking him with your bag you debate, “Maybe not but if there’s a code, you know I’m gonna body it. Just wait until I get you into some cowboy boots, then you’ll understand.”

“Some what?” Cane felt his own face scrunching up, “You ain’t never catching me in those corny shits.”

“If we’re heading to Utah for Christmas—

“It damn sure ain’t Futah and stop fishing, I’m not telling you shit until December 1st.” Cane told you, making you suck your teeth and stomp your feet.

He laughed at you, loving to see you squirm.

“So?” You urged him to give a score.

Cane went silent, taking his time to see the effort you put in. Although he liked to give you crap, he knew his girl could dress. He wasn’t a fan of this style but he already pointed out what he did like from the outfit.

“…I give you a solid six.”

“A six?!” You exasperated, “you’re supposed to always say a 10 outta 10.”

“I would be lying.”

“Wooow.” You tossed the bag on the bed next to Cane, tongue pressed into your cheek, slightly annoyed.

Your boyfriend chuckles at you, pulling you by the hand so that you’re positioned right in between his knees, “I ain’t say you weren’t cute…just that this ain’t Texas.”

A crooked smile plays on your lips then, as you grip cane’s face, “We’re going to H-Town?!”

“Did I say—

Cane starts but is cut off by your kisses full of excitement, which would soon turn heated.

He was fine in that moment letting you believe whatever you wanted.

[BARRY] —

Barry had to do a double take as you strutted around his trailer, searching for something.

“Aye.”

Your head snaps up as you’re on your knees, looking underneath the kitchen table. “Hey Bear, didn’t hear you come in. Have you seen my swirl hoops? Otherwise I’m just going to have to put my Dr. Pepper ones in.”

You’re bending over again and Barry can’t help but to be a peeping Tom. You’re dressed in a dark pinstriped denim corset, and a white flowy skirt that did not leave much to the imagination when you’re down on all fours. You always did say if anyone could see your birthmark, then that means your bottom half was probably too short. However that didn’t apply if you stood upright!

He didn’t know what earrings you were talking about, at all and he didn’t even care.

“Where you goin’ in that?” Barry ignored your question with a question of his own.

Bouncing back on your feet, you spin, skirt twirling as you did so, sitting on the nook chair to slip your feet into your shoes, “It’s girl night, I’m going out.”

“Oh word? I thought you said that brat girl summer shit was over.” Barry slouches on the couch, exhausted from his day at work.

You laugh, “It’s not just a trend, it’s a lifestyle.”

Barry snorts, “Yeah, whatever that means. You look good as hell, though.”

You smile at him in thanks, heading to the back to swap the one swirl earring for your signature Dr. Pepper earrings that you made (along with other styles) and sold online instead. Barry is behind you, leaning in the doorway as you peek at him in the mirror.

“Can I help you?” You tease while Barry shamelessly runs his eyes over the back of your thighs.

He nods, “Yeah, I’m sure you can. By cancelling your plans to hang out with me instead.”

“Oh no.” You whip around after latching onto the bathroom spray, “Kie already said you would try and pull this in the group chat after the pics I sent. Which is why I hoped I would be gone before you came in. You did this last month and I’m not folding this month so control yourself.”

Barry can’t help the dimple that pokes out as he keeps his arms folded, “I ain’t hear much complaining from you then, baby doll.”

“We deserve a girls night, don’t ruin this, please!” You kept the spray aimed right at your boyfriend, almost sitting on the pedestal sink.

Barry wouldn’t be selfish, although he definitely envisioned what the both of you could get into in this cramped bathroom. The both of you heard the horn beeping obnoxiously but the both of you kept your eyes on each other instead.

“Fine, I’ll let you go.” Barry says, “You gotta give me some lovin’ first.”

Turning your eyes into slits you cautiously step forward, making sure the bathroom spray is pressed into his chest, as you leaned forward to smooch his lips.

Of course Barry let the quick kisses last for only a few seconds before he really latched his hands onto you. He let his hands roam all over your body before pulling back to the point there was a bit of saliva that separated you.

“Have fun but don’t you dare let nobody up on what’s mine, you hear me?” He let go of your jaw and licked at the corner of your swollen mouth, “Well don’t just stand there, go on, get!”

With a slap of your ass, which made you jump, you side stepped your boyfriend who had a smug grin on his face, knowing that he would be on your mind while you’re hanging with your girls.

It was all part of the plan.

Cleo was surprisingly in the driver’s seat of Kiara’s pathfinder and as soon as you got into the passenger side, the girls all peered at you.

“Girl!” Kiara starts.

Followed by Sarah who was sitting on the floor behind the driver’s side appearing a little ill as she motioned to her mouth, “You got a little—

You shushed them with a finger up in the air while you pulled on the drop down mirror, “Not a word.”

Which erupted snickers between your friends before Cleo turned the music up.

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[heartkaji]

★ ALVINNN !! ⸺ AND THE WINBRE BOYS ?!

synopsis ୨ৎ : relationship dynamics i think the winbre boys would have based on the chipmunks & chipettes

notes ୨ৎ : had this idea while rewatching alvin & the chip-munks with my baby brother </3 missed this show sm

❤︎ TOGAME JO — SIMON & JEANETTE

stay with me here.

i don’t mean simon & jeanette in the sense that two of you are nerds or anything. when i think simon and jeanette, i think emotionally mature simon and anxious girlfriend jeanette who’s always in need of simon’s reassurance ( they’re so cute i want to eat them )

it’s like that with you and jo. togame is more mature and the bigger person in every situation. he never lets you two go to bed angry, and he’ll appologize first, even in times when he thinks he’s not in the wrong. togame also NEVER raises his voice. never ever. i can’t imagine him & yelling in the same sentence. so even in heated arguments where you’re screaming and crying with mascara running down your cheeks togame stays gentle and quiet, fingers pressed into his palm so tight he’s nearly bleeding because god you’re crying and he has no fucking idea what he can say to help you calm down. he doesn’t even care about what you guys were fighting about anymore, he just needs you to feel better. ( GODDDD WHERE IS MY TOGAME 😭⁉️)

anxious attachment girlies your time has come

with togame your anxiety is never triggered. you have his location and all his passwords, and he’s 100% not the kind of guy who asks for yours in return. he also calls you to let you know when he’ll be running late. i wish i could lie and tell you he doesn’t leave you on read, but he canonically doesn’t text. he has a custom ringtone just for your contact though, so often times he’ll call you in response or send you a voice message. either way you’ll get some kind of answer, togame isn’t into ignoring you in any shape or form.

NEVER EVER disrespects you, and I’m not talking verbal disrespect or anything like that. i mean togame doesn’t like pictures of any woman other than you on his instagram, doesn’t borrow girls his jacket even to be polite, doesn’t help them pay—he’s your walking wallet only. he would never ever be caught dead doing anything that could cause someone to mistake him as being close to any girl other than you. he’s so perfect it’s insane.

togame also isn’t into playing games. he communicates anything and everything he’s uncomfortable with and sets boundaries in the sweetest possible manner. “i dont like it when you do that, baby. you can do this instead, okay ?” he says all of this while thumbing your cheek and pressing his lips to your forehead . he encourages you to commmunicate with him as well. if you’re more on the shy side and struggle with setting boundaries, it’s cool because togame does it for you. if he does something and notices a change in your demeanor, he makes a mental note to never do it again. he doesn’t voice out his observations though, he knows you so he knows your first reaction would be to deny that you’re uncomfortable. when it comes to communication, he’ll never press you, but he always makes it clear that he’s ready to listen when you’re ready to talk.

boyfriend rating : ∞/10 ; better not break up with him, this man is one in a billion.

❤︎ AKIHIKO NIREI — THEODORE & ELEANOR

i think this was very obvious LMAOO

i feel like a lot of people think of theo and eleanor as the sunshine duo, but theodore is actually pretty soft and shy. the dynamic between them is much like i described for simon and jeanette, except here the roles are reversed.

theodore is extremely talented, has lots of potential really, but is always putting himself down, much like nirei. you play eleanor, always encouraging nirei to think better of himself and put himself out there, even when he thinks it’s a terrible idea.

i feel nirei, like theodore, always overcompensates. i mean he feels he’s not worthy of you so he always goes out of his way to make you a little something, give you a little gift, just anything to make him feel like he’s not dead weight tying you down in this relationship with him. he’ll never tell you he feels this way & so you’ll never know & be able to reassure him or tell him otherwise, but when you smile with blood tinged nose and kiss his cheeks in appreciation like he’s the only boy on earth, he thinks that’s all the reassurance he needs.

if you have avoidant attachement issues i am respectfully asking you to stay the hell away from him. HE CANNOT HANDLE IT. your constant hot and cold drives him crazy and affects him more than the average person. nirei is someone who loves and feels deeply. he’ll overthink even the smallest things, whether that’s you leaving him on read or a comment about how clingy he is. like i said nirei overcompensates, so when he’s more comfortable in the relationship he gets very affectionate; not in terms of physical touch ( he still needs you to initiate that most of the time, the best he can give by himself are hugs ) but in terms of words of affirmation, acts of service and gift giving. if you comment on how he’s been doing too much for you these days, even if you’re speaking from a place of ’you’re doing so much for me, you should take some time for yourself’, he’ll misinterpret it as you getting sick of him. he tries to tone his acts of affection down, but then he’s plagued with the fear of you leaving him because he’s not doing enough. it’s an endless cycle :( my poor baby please treat him well </3

boyfriend rating : 5.5/10. i fear his insecurity & trouble comunicating makes dating him difficult, and his constant need for reassurance can get suffocating.

❤︎ ENDO YAMATO — ALVIN & BRITTANY

when i think alvin and brittany i think teasing ( but whipped ) boyfriend and done with his antics girlfriend.

that’s you and endo one hundred percent. endo yamoto is always up to no good, making cheeky comments or hiding your stuff just to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. you’re so fucking done with him—you don’t even know why you’re still dating this bastard but on midsummer days when endo decides to be more boy less devil you’re reminded ( just a little ) of why you love him.

endo yamoto has his sweet moments. of course it’s obvious he worships you like a god, but you often forget because of his troublesome nature. endo yamato is always thinking of you. it’s evident in how he always comes home with one or two trinkets that reminded him of you, whether it’s something he saw in the window of an antique shop or a pretty rock with colors that match your eyes.

endo is also very clingy. when you’re doing your makeup, getting ready to go out, endo tugs you out of your vanity chair and sits down so he can pull you into his lap, arms snug around your waist as he buries his nose into your neck. the feeling of his breath warm against your shoulder blades is distracting and it’s even worse when he’s dragging his lips across your skin. you knock his head with a makeup brush to get him to pull away even if just for a second, but he only responds with a grunt before his palm trails it’s way up & under your shirt.

yeah, he’s fucking impossible.

but it’s endearing. also did i mention he’s constantly teasing you ? he’s your own personal bully. but god forbid someone tries to make a fool out of you. if it’s a girl, he hurls the most gruesome insults he can think of, and if it’s a guy, lets just say the local hospital is gonna be taking in one more patient tonight ( he is UNHINGED, but we love him regardless )

boyfriend rating : 7/10. he’s a good boyfriend, but can get pretty possessive and extreme sometimes. also he often hurts your feelings on accident </3

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[spiritually-a-deer]

tag game ⊹₊⟡⋆

hello angels ⁠♡⁠♡ i decided to do a tag game bc i haven't done one in a long time and they're always really fun imo !!

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౨ৎ weirdest dream you can remember:

i was in a tim burton movie and got kidnapped by a vampire which was my bsf, then had to marry him bc i had wings and he liked them, then ate gum and died bc it was poisoned (there were def weirder ones but i can't recall them rn)

౨ৎ random snack you love:

joghurt with banana, peanut butter and chocolate omggg and watermelon with chips i swear it's really good !!

౨ৎ last movie you watched + rating:

juno: 9.5 out of 10 i loved ittt !! >ᴗ<

౨ৎ fav fictional character(s):

atm im especially obsessed with cassie ainsworth and pearl although there are a looot more !!

౨ৎ vanilla or chocolate?

i can't decide it myself ahhh

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i know you have to write quite a bit but i hope some people out there enjoy this and i personally always love reading how y'all fill these out ^^

no pressure tags: @sneeky-bean @cupcakee10 @ppingloryhole @moonysprettypoison @delicatesleep @cinnamorwll @daintydoll13 @yourpinkdollyprincess + anyone who would like to join ofc ᯓ★

[missmimii]

☕︎︎ －𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 | 𝐂 - 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In which Chris stumbles upon a bakery that holds much more than just a sweet treat, the one behind the counter being the sweetest of all that varies.

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. none! Just tooth rotting fluff and a whole lot of a Chris’s terrible pick-up lines

✩－𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ𝓈 • I thought of this yesterday when I was in a bakery near my house, saw the cutest interaction between the girl behind the counter and a customer ♥︎

୨ৎ － The sickening smell of cinnamon and icing sugar engulfs the triplet’s nose, as well as flour tickling his nostrils as the ceiling fan above swooshes the powder around the room. Squeak, his shoes emit as the rubber bottoms make contact with the freshly mopped floors of the bakery, a faint smell of almond floor cleaner entering his nose.

☕︎︎－ Chris felt some variant of comfort from the small bakery, a soft melody playing in the background of bustling that came from behind the counter. The glass that held an array of sweet treats was void of any fingerprints or skids, along with the sleek marble counter that held a sparkle from the sunlight coming in the window.

୨ৎ － Though his finger did itch to tap the bell aside the cash register, he didn’t want to come off as a nuisance. Was anyone even here? He pondered, gaze of curiosity tipping off into the back of the shop to catch a glimpse of anyone. Hm － he thought to himself, seeing nothing but a cloud of smoke that smelt of vanilla stream from one of the ovens.

☕︎︎ － Atop the oven sat a stained pair of pink oven mitts, before a hand reached out to lift them. Chris’s lips parted a little as the girl emerged from the other end of the kitchen, manicured hands slipping the mitts on her hand one at a time. “Talking about my girl －my girl,” She hummed softly to the music, pulling the oven open, revealing a medium sized baking tray.

୨ৎ －Assuming she’d felt the heat of Christopher’s gaze on her seemingly unflattering state, she slowly averted her own eyes to the cash. The girls eyes widened as she took in the sight of a brunette male, wondering just how long she left a customer waiting. God, her boss would’ve ripped her a new one if he’d saw. “Uhm－one second mister!” She hollered in the direction of the man, feeling rather rattled while rushing to arrange her messy kitchen.

☕︎︎ －The mouth watering aroma of vanilla and cinnamon infused the whole bakery as she gently plopped the metal sheet atop the oven, tossing the pink mitts onto the counter beside. If he had been else Chris would thought the delightful smell was a candle, just from how surreally perfect it’d smelled.

୨ৎ －The boy that was once drawn to the little shop out of feigning something pure sugar, now found himself craving something rather beautiful. Chipped red nailed hands dip into the running water as she gathered suds of soap across her hands. Tap, tap, tap. Chris watched with admiration as droplets fell from her skin as she flicked the faucet off, swiftly pulling the hand towel off the hook to dry her wet hands.

☕︎︎－ Dozens of baking ingredients were aligned upon the surfaces on counters, flour and drizzles of frosting covering almost every inch of the area. The triplet’s lips fell up into a small smile of muse as he watched the girl struggle to push the stray hairs framing her face away, refusing to use her clean hands. Goodness, how he wanted to gently tuck the feathering strands behind her ears.

୨ৎ － Chris opened his mouth to let the stressed girl know he was in no rush, but was cut off at the sound of a wince. “Ouch,” the sound of a feminine hiss echoed from behind the store, making his eyebrows fly up with both concern and confusion. Was she .. a head popped from behind a corner, a sheepish look on the timid girl’s face as she looked at Chris. “so sorry.” She winced, before she disappeared once again.

☕︎︎ － “Ouch, ouch, ouch － ow,” The pained girl fumbled with the tap until it turned cold, sticking her left hand under the running rush of water. Ah － Her shoulders fell at the contact, the cold sensation soothing the burning pain on the end of her index finger. Never once has she burnt herself in the three years she’s worked in a bakery. She just shook her head incredulously, flicking the water off.

୨ৎ －Chris’s face was still coated in perplexity when she’d finally rushed from kitchen, his hand that he’d been running across his jaw halting in place as she threw him a warm smile. “I’m so sorry about that. It’s usually so slow on Sundays － and I must’ve not heard the bell ring when you walked in because of the hand mixer.” She rambled, hands waving around has she expressed her sorrow.

☕︎︎ － “Your hand,” He interrupted, making the girl’s eyes meet his. Her hand .. what?－ “I don’t think I- oh.” She let out a small sound as the males hand hesitantly prompted to grab hers, the warmth of his palm pressing against her wrist as he turned her hand over. “Yeah.. it happens often.” Chris’s hooded gaze lifted from her pink finger, meeting her eyes. Liar, he thought to himself. “hm,” Obviously not being willing to express the fact he knew the falsified confession, he withdrew his touch.

୨ৎ － She cleared her throat, lowering her injured hand to her side. “Did my bad work ethic allow you enough time to choose something?” She half joked, cheeks warming as he chuckled. “Nothing here,” Chris admitted, nipping at his lip as he flicked his gaze down to the various baked goods. “though I did spot something quite delicious behind the counter.”

☕︎︎ －She blinked at him while processing the information, feeling her lips twitch with a small smile as she saw the flirtatious grin placed upon his lips. “Oh.” Chris hummed, lifting an eyebrow. “The rolls.” Huh? Chris watched as she nodded in understanding. Rolls? “I just put a batch in before you walked in － whenever that was.” She murmured to herself, shaking her head softly.

୨ৎ － “uh-” Just as she turned her back to go fetch the goods, the boy spoke again. “What ‘rolls’?” Her eyebrows knitted together with confusion before she answered. “Cinnamon rolls.” She said in a matter of fact tone, turning back around. She smiled to herself as she walked back through the arched doorway, finding the way Chris’s eyes light up almost cute. Cinnamon rolls did sound good..

☕︎︎ －He stood there patiently as she shuffled around in the kitchen, bending his neck a bit to catch sight of something she was getting into. Chris made a sound of amusement as she vigorously whisked together something in a metal mixing bowl, splatters of a cream white icing hitting the cylinder sides as she stirred. Did she really not get my pick up? Chris felt slightly defeated, having thought that the flirty sentence had been quite smart of him.

୨ৎ －Chris quickly stood upright, attempting to hide the clear fact he was peering into the girls kitchen, as she gleefully stalked back into the main room. “It’s a little warm still, so the frosting might seep into the cake a teensey bit.” She fiddled with a striped pink box, sheet of clear plastic cut out in the middle showing a glimpse of the fluffy golden brown roll. Steam glazed the clear part over, the treat having been freshly baked. Chris’s mouth practically watered as he watched the icing slowly slide down the sides of the roll, creating a delicious puddle of sugar below the bun.

☕︎︎ －Her pink tipped fingernails gently tied a pink ribbon around the the box before softly nudging it across the counter to the boy. His eyes slipped up to hers, finding her leaning on the edge of the island while staring at his reaction, her bottom lip tucked lusciously between her teeth. Holy － was my heart pounding so damn hard because of the nauseating scent of sugar, or the sight of this unworldly woman? “Well now I feel bad undoing something so pretty, baby.” Her heart exploded, butterflies pressing against her gut at the pet name.

୨ৎ －Chris gently tugged at the silk ribbon, the thin piece of fabric falling from the box, his fingers unfolding the opening at the top. “Hm~” She watched with curiosity as he hummed in delight, the cloud of steam that flooded from the box engulfing his nose. Vanilla, cinnamon, brown sugar, butter － as well as the slight hint of the cream perfume coming from the girl across. Shakily lifting the treat from the box, being cautious not to drop it, he brought it to his lips.

☕︎︎ －Oh god － Christopher’s eyes had slowly slipped shut as soon as his teeth sunk into the soft baked good, moaning oh so softly as the sweetness set off every tastebud on his tongue into a frenzy. “Holy fuck.” He muttered, savouring the taste of a whipped like vanilla frosting swirling around his mouth as he chewed. Chris finally allowed his eyes to peek open, his gaze automatically focused on her.

୨ৎ －He watched with intent as her lips parted, tongue sliding across her bottom one as she looked between his lips and blue eyes. The muscles in his jaw clenched with every chew, eyelashes batting admirably against his flushed cheeks as he brought the tip of his middle finger to his lips. Chris looked into her eyes with desire while dipping the end of his finger into his lips, swirling his tongue around the skin to gather the sugary liquid.

☕︎︎－With a small plop, he placed the treat back into box, all while keeping his eyes on her. “You’ make that?” He asked, tilting his head while peeking his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth. God he could still taste that fucking frosting. At her timid nod, he felt his lips curve up at the corners. “It almost curbed all of my cravings.” Chris shamelessly admitted.

୨ৎ －She felt her breath get caught in her throat as she heard the husk in his tone, the two hands she hand placed on the marble counter squeezing around the surface tightly. Chris effortlessly twisted the cap from his water bottle before tipping back the refreshing liquid with content. “Sweet, huh?” She laughed softly, hair getting caught on her eyelashes as she looked down for a moment.

☕︎︎－Chris felt his lips tip up around the cap as he pulled the bottle away, breathing out a soft laugh at her words. “Very,” her cheeks flushed, giggling softly. She’s so .. effortlessly perfect, Chris thought to himself, tilting his head as he look across to the girl. “not nearly as sweet as you though.” Oh－her eyes widened.

୨ৎ －Maybe it’s because she’d never got hit on during work －or at all for that matter, but she found herself dumbfounded by his bold flirting. Because he was flirting .. right? She suddenly felt unsure of his motives, clearing her throat as she sent a quick smile his way. “Thank you- really.” She impulsively added the last part as a whisper, her fingers raising the brush away the hairs in her face, before stopping. Ah －I need to wash my hands.

☕︎︎ －She jumped, startled as two calloused fingers brushed the irritating flyaways from her face. “here,” Chris murmured gently, looking into her eyes with a unknown emotion as he tucked the tendrils behind her pierced ears. “Oh.” She breathed out, the smile that gleamed across her lips unable to be fought. “thank you.” She uttered.

୨ৎ －Chris nodded softly, leaving a prolonged beat before he stepped back from her. He cleared his throat, cheeks warming as he felt the aftermath of his action’s overcome him. Was that too bold? I could’ve made her uncomfortable. “Well ..” The girl’s eyes flicked up to his at the sound. “Can I get your name or somethin’? To remember you of course.” Chris quickly added on, seeing her eyebrows fly up.

☕︎︎ －She silently nipped at her lips for a second as she resisted the temptation to allow a grin to spread across her lips. “Hm..” He lifts a brow as she drawled out the sound, her hand toying with the ribbon from his box. Within seconds his eyes widened, her hand reaching out and entrapping his own.

୨ৎ －She leaned forward, belly resting on the island as she took his wrist into her palm. Chris opted to stay quiet, feeling a little too happy with the feeling of her touch. Her fingers skillfully threaded the pink ribbon around his wrist, gently pulling the two ends to finish off her signature bow. “There,” he looked down at her, seeing her big smile as she finished the work. “try forgetting me now.”

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˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 4 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇ Parings: Telemachus x fem!reader

୨୧┇ Notes: I need name suggestions for this series but none of them hit😭

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Y/n left the main hall after another round of mocking comments and half hearted laughter from the Suitors. She’d had her fill of their noise, their bravado. The cool, quiet halls of the palace felt like a balm as she made her way toward her room.

She entered her quarters and closed the door behind her, exhaling slowly. Her room was modest compared to the lavish spaces the Suitors demanded, A low table held scattered scrolls and a half-empty inkwell, and the only decoration was a tapestry depicting a scene of Orpheus Turning around and losing Eurydice.

Leaning her sword against the wall, Pandora untied the ribbon holding her hair and let it fall loose over her shoulders. The weight of the day—the teasing, the taunts, the endless noise—gnawed at her. She needed to burn off the restless energy thrumming in her veins.

Grabbing the sword again, she moved to the center of the room. The blade was a gift from her brother, sharp and well-balanced, though she doubted Antinous imagined she’d use it for anything beyond sparring. She assumed her stance, gripping the hilt tightly, and began a familiar sequence of movements: lunging, parrying, and striking against an invisible opponent.

Her strikes grew more forceful as she moved, the frustration of the day bleeding into her practice. Punctuating each name with a slash.

Her movements became wilder, her focus narrowing to the swing of the blade and the satisfying whistle it made cutting through the air. She spun sharply, aiming a strike at the edge of the room—

CLANG!

Her blade connected with the base of a marble head statue of Athena, chipping the stone and sending a jarring vibration up her arm.

“Damn it,” Y/n hissed, inspecting the blade to ensure it hadn’t dulled. She glanced up at the statue, expecting to see only the damage she’d caused, but something was… off.

The statue had shifted slightly, revealing a thin seam in the wall behind it. Y/n frowned and stepped closer, running her fingers along the edge. The air seemed cooler here, faintly damp, and as she pressed against the seam, there was a faint click.

A groan of stone against stone echoed through the room as the floor beneath her desk shifted, revealing a dark, narrow passageway leading down into the palace. Y/n stared, her sword still in hand, her heart racing with equal parts excitement and caution.

“Well,” she muttered to herself, peering into the shadowy depths, “this is…new...?”

Without hesitation, she grabbed a torch from the wall, lit it, and stepped cautiously toward the opening. Whatever this passageway was, it had been hidden for a reason.

Torch in one hand and sword in the other, Y/n stepped cautiously into the dark passageway. The cool air grew heavier as she descended, the torchlight casting flickering shadows on the stone walls.

The narrowness of the passage forced her to move sideways in parts, her shoulder scraping against the damp stone. A sudden brush of something sticky against her cheek made her freeze. She pulled back, finding her face tangled in cobwebs.

“Ugh,” she muttered, swiping at her face with her free hand. The thin strands clung stubbornly to her fingers.

The deeper she went, the more the passage seemed alive—though not in a comforting way. A spider scuttled across her arm, and she let out a startled gasp, shaking it off before it could crawl higher.

“Charming,” she grumbled, brushing at her clothes to make sure no more eight-legged creatures had hitched a ride. “This had better be worth it.”

Insects buzzed in the damp air, and the occasional drip of water echoed from somewhere unseen. The ground beneath her feet turned uneven, forcing her to tread carefully. She almost tripped several times, cursing under her breath each time she caught herself.

The passage began to slope downward more steeply, and Y/N felt her footing grow less sure. The torchlight barely illuminated the way ahead, and the shadows danced in unsettling ways.

“This is absurd,” she muttered. She swatted away another cobweb, grimacing as a beetle scurried out from a crack in the wall. “Why couldn’t it be a staircase? Or at least clean?”

Her irritation mounted with each step, but curiosity drove her onward. What could possibly be hidden down here? Why had no one else found it before?

She stepped forward again—and the ground gave way beneath her.

“Ah!” Y/N cried out as she tumbled forward, the torch slipping from her grasp and clattering to the floor below. She landed hard on a woven mat, the wind knocked out of her. The sound of her torch rolling stopped as it came to rest nearby, the flame miraculously still flickering.

She groaned, pushing herself up onto her elbows. “Perfect. Just perfect.”

The room she had fallen into was large but simple, far removed from the grandeur of the palace above. The faint smell of cedar lingered in the air, and the light from her torch illuminated shelves lined with scrolls, a desk strewn with half-finished notes, and a sword propped against the wall.

Y/n blinked, brushing the dirt from her hands as she stood. She had no idea where she was, but it seemed… oddly personal. The bed was unmade, a corner of a tunic peeking out from beneath the blankets. A small table held a pitcher and cup, along with a wooden carving of a ship.

Curiosity got the better of her as she wandered toward the desk. She picked up a scroll and unfurled it, frowning at the meticulous handwriting. The words were fancy and distracting—Myths and tales of the gods, goddesses and hero’s.”

“Who would keep this here?” she wondered aloud, turning toward the sword propped against the wall. It wasn’t ornamental; this blade was meant for use, though it bore little wear. She ran her fingers along the hilt, noting its modest but sturdy craftsmanship.

A strange feeling prickled at the back of her mind, as if she should recognize something about this place. But Y/n shook it off, setting the scroll back down and retrieving her torch.

“I suppose I’ll find out soon enough,” she muttered, glancing toward the door leading out of the room.

Unbeknownst to her, this was Telemachus’s chamber—his private retreat where he planned and dreamed of the day he could step out of his father’s shadow. And though it was empty now, he would return soon

Telemachus pushed open the door to his room with a heavy sigh, finally ready to escape the noise and chaos of the palace.

But the sight that greeted him made him freeze in his tracks.

There, in the middle of his room, was Y/n. Torch in one hand, scroll in the other, her head tilted as if she were inspecting something.

“What in the name of the gods are you doing here?!” Telemachus shouted, his voice cracking slightly from sheer panic.

Y/n spun around, startled, though she quickly recovered, her lips curling into an infuriating smirk. “Well, hello, little wolf. Fancy seeing you here.”

“Fancy—this is my room!” he sputtered, slamming the door behind him. “Why are you in my room?!”

She raised an eyebrow, casually setting the scroll back on his desk. “Is it? I hadn’t realized. You really ought to decorate more; it’s dreadfully plain.”

Telemachus’s face flushed red, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “You—you hellion! You’re snooping around my things! What kind of pervert sneaks into someone’s private chambers?”

“Pervert?” Y/n repeated, feigning offense. “Oh, Telemachus, don’t flatter yourself.”

“I—what?! That’s not—!” Telemachus shook his head furiously, his hair falling into his eyes. “That’s not the point! Why are you here? How did you even get here?”

Pandora gestured vaguely toward the floor. “There’s a hidden passage under the statue of Athena in my room. Didn’t you know?”

His jaw dropped. “A hidden passage? In your room? Leading to my room?”

“It appears so,” she said with a shrug, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. “Quite the coincidence, don’t you think?”

“Coincidence?!” he practically shouted. “You’ve been spying on me this whole time, haven’t you? That’s why you’re always lurking around, making those… those dirty comments!”

Y/n tilted her head, her smirk growing. “If I were spying, do you think I’d make it so obvious? Honestly, Telemachus, give me some credit.”

“Get out!” he barked, pointing toward the door. “Get out of my room before I—before I—”

“Before you what?” she interrupted, stepping closer. Her voice dropped into a teasing lilt. “Call for help? Tell the Suitors their little prince can’t handle one unarmed woman?”

Telemachus swallowed hard, stepping back as she advanced. His heart was pounding, and he couldn’t tell if it was from anger, embarrassment, or sheer frustration.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Just—go. Please. Leave.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but she did step toward the door. “Fine, fine. I’ll go. But you should be thanking me, you know.”

“Thanking you? For what?”

“For finding that passage,” she said, pausing in the doorway. “Who knows what secrets it might hold? You’re welcome, by the way.”

With that, she slipped out of the room, leaving Telemachus standing in the middle of his disheveled sanctuary, his thoughts a jumbled mess. “Gods above,” he muttered, collapsing into his chair. “She’s going to drive me insane. She already found out about the passageways.”

[nxzz-skz]

bound by contract (a bangchan x reader series)

Chapter 2

ᯓ★arranged marriage between nonidol!bangchan and fem!reader

ᯓ★ warnings: little bit of angst

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The first week of marriage was like walking on glass - painful, slow and every step precise and calculated. Mornings were silent. You both ate breakfast in the same room, but not together. The house was too quiet, to big, and every day you wondered how long you could last like this.

Wonyoung called you everyday. Her voice was a lifeline.

"Did he speak today?" she asked, chewing something on the other end of the call.

"Nope. Still the same as yesterday," you replied, your eyes fixed on the large window overlooking the garden. "He's either at work or in his office. It's like I don't even exist"

"Sound like you're having the time of your life," she said sarcastically. "I told you to poison his coffee."

"Noted," you laugh softly, the first real laugh you'd had all week. "If i go to jail, you're bailing me out."

"Duh. Obviously."

When the call ended, much to your disappointment, you wandered through the house, fingers skimming over the polished wood banisters and the cool marble countertops. It was all so beautiful. Beautiful but hollow. Just like your marriage.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.

You frowned. Visitors were rare. You opened the door to reveal Felix, grinning like he'd won the lottery.

"Surprise!" he said, holding up a bag of takeout like a trophy.

You blinked, still holding the door half-closed. "What are you doing here?"

"Chan told me you were home alone," he shrugged, pushing the door fully open and walking past you without waiting for permission. He placed the takeout on the kitchen counter and started unpacking boxes of fried chicken, rice cakes, and soda. "Figured you'd eventually get sick of eating rich people food."

He wasn't wrong.

You stared at him for a moment, unsure of whether to feel annoyed or grateful. "You're...a weird one," you muttered, finally closing the door and walking over.

"People tell me that all the time." He cracked open a soda and slid it towards you. "Come on, sit and eat. I promise I don't bite."

It was strange how easy it was to talk to Felix. He didn't treat you like an outsider. Not how your husband did. He told you stories about Chan in college - how he was the guy who made sure his friends were okay, the one who stayed behind to clean up after a party.

"He doesn't seem like that now," you admitted, picking at your rice cake with your chopsticks.

"Yeah, well," Felix leaned back, eyes drifting towards the window. "Pressure changes people."

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The house was never as quite anymore. Felix started visiting regularly. Sometimes, he's show up just to nap on the couch all day, calling it his 'second home'. You didn't mind. His presence kept the loneliness at bay, and sometimes you wouldn't even notice he was there.

But Chan noticed.

One evening, he came home quite a bit earlier than usual. His tie was still neatly in place, but his eyes were colder than usual. He found Felix sprawled on the couch, in front of the TV, eating chips like he owned the place.

"Comfortable?" Chan asked, his tone icy.

"Absolutely," Felix replied, grinning through a mouthful of chips. "This couch was definitely worth the thousands of dollars you spent on it."

Chan's jaw tightened, his eyes darting towards you, who was sitting on an armchair nearby, before looking back at Felix. "Don't you have somewhere else to be, Felix?"

"No, not really." Felix didn't flinch, his smile only getting wider.

"Out." Chan's voice was low but firm.

"Alright, alright." Felix stood up and grabbed his bag, but shot you a playful wink before he left. "Call me if you get bored, Y/N."

When the door shut, Chan turned to you, his expression unreadable. "Are you seriously letting him be here all the time?"

You crossed your arms over your chest. "He's my only friend here. And he's one of yours too. What's the problem?"

"Don't be naive," he muttered, tossing his keys onto the table.

"Naive?" Your tone sharpened. "What the hell am i being naive about?"

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "You think people are just 'nice' for no reason? Everyone has ulterior motives."

Your eyes narrowed, shocked that he views one of his friends like that. "Is that how you see me too?"

Silence.

He didn't answer, and that's what hurt more than any insult.

"Got it," you said, your voice colder than intended. "Thanks for clearing that up, husband."

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The next day, you get a call from Wonyoung, her voice frantic.

"Y/N, I think someone's following me," she whisper-shouted.

"What? Where are you?"

"I'm at our coffee shop," she said. "There's a man in a black suit. He's been watching me for the past twenty minutes."

Black suit? Your heart started racing. "Stay where you are. I'm coming."

Before you could grab your shoes and coat, a knock came from the front door. You opened it to see Minho standing there, his smile too sharp to be friendly.

"Good evening, sister-in-law," he said smoothly, his eyes sharp as knives. "We need to talk."

Every instinct inside you told you to slam the door on his face. But he stepped inside before you had the chance.

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~ ❛ . . And your own muse . . . ❜

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ୨ৎ 💭 , Tips for healing pain/trauma

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ୨ৎ 💭 , And turning it into a positive mindset

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ୨ㅤ࣪ㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤ࣪ㅤ୧

🍥 ಎ How to cope/deal with pain & trauma healthily ?

୨୧┈୨୧ # 𝟙 ࣪𓇻 , , It's okay to cry, scream, and be emotional. ' '

~ 𓆩𓆪 When it comes to showing any sort of emotional hurt from the event, always show it. You can do this by . . .

Writing in a journal

Speaking to a licensed therapist

Talking to a trusted friend or adult

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ . . . There are many other ways, but this is just a few. Always use healthy, and non-harmful ways to show these emotions. If you need to release anger, find something soft, like a pillow. Even just crying silently alone or with someone is healthier for your mental health than violence towards yourself and others.

୨୧┈୨୧ # 𝟚 ࣪𓇻 , , Always remember, it was never your fault . '

~ 𓆩𓆪 You may believe it is your fault, but it was never your fault. This is a hard thing to sometimes get inside your head for some since you may have thought of yourself as a bad person, but as long as you acknowledge your wrongs and improve yourself , then you are not a bad person. What actually makes a bad person is . . .

Someone abusive

People who see no wrong in their actions or words

Those who, when they did hurt someone, do not acknowledge their wrongs and refuse to improve themselves

. . . At first it may be difficult to see the wrong in your actions or words, However some tips to be more thoughtful before speaking or acting can be useful and helpful in conflict. it's always good to be understanding to the person who you've hurt and acknowledge their feelings, keep calm when in arguments or tense conflict , and never use insecurity as a weapon. Always be sure to constantly improve yourself as a person, but never think you have to change yourself to improve.

୨୧┈୨୧ # 𝟛 ࣪𓇻 , , It's okay to take a step back when needed . '

~ 𓆩𓆪 By taking a step back, this could mean in any form of conflict with a relationship, friendship, or even some stranger; If you feel yourself becoming angered or emotional, take a minute or two to recollect your thoughts and form a more calm and/or logical response to the said conflict. An example of this type of response would be . . .

" I understand you feel (feeling) , I will try my hardest to work on that and understand you better. "

" I will reply in a moment, I feel myself getting a bit (emotion) and need to recollect myself before responding. "

" Thank you for telling me how you feel about (thing/situation). I appreciate your communication so I can understand you better. "

. . . While it can be hard to not lash out in heated conflict and to just leave it for a minute or two, It's always the more mature and healthy way to handle conflict by just taking a step back before responding.

୨୧┈୨୧ # 𝟜 ࣪𓇻 , , Never be ashamed of how you feel or cope . '

~ 𓆩𓆪 If you feel a certain way when someone does a hurtful action or says something hurtful, always speak about it to the person directly and privately. If you cope in strange but healthy/non-harmful methods, it doesn't make your pain any less. So go and eat those chips, or do other things. A few ways to speak to someone about something that hurt you is . . .

" Hello, I just wanted to speak in private about (words/action) that hurt my feelings because (explain). I'd really appreciate if you could not (say/do) that to me. "

" Just wanted to talk to you privately real quick about what you (did/said) to me. It hurt my feelings because (explain) and I hope that you don't (say/do) that again please. Thank you. "

" I'm not sure if you meant to (say/do) '(action/words)' but it really hurt my feelings. I would appreciate it a lot if you didn't (say/do) that to me again. "

. . . While it's good to be understanding to others, you can never let yourself be walked on just because of your kindness. If something hurts you always speak to the person about it, or if it's a situation where it's dangerous to speak to them directly (ie: bully, abuser, parents) then talk to a trusted friend or adult who can get the help you may need.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ୨ㅤ࣪ㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤ࣪ㅤ୧

🍥 ಎ So, how can I have a more positive mindset ?

~ 𓆩𓆪 One way is to try to see the positive and light in all things. Of course with some things, you can't and that's okay! Some situations are going to be negative, and those are the ones you try to avoid or involve yourself in with caution.

. . . Another way is getting better sleep, participating in self-care, and even something as small as finding a new hobby that's relaxing. I always recommend to stay away from negative parts of social media like vent posts, vent blogs, or just sad social media posts/media in general. Instead try to indulge yourself more in motivational and inspirational quotes, recovery blogs, and anything in social media that is positive.

~ 𓆩𓆪 On the topic of positive media intake, positive media isn't always just your typical 'wonyoungism' pinterest or recovery blogs. If you enjoy tiktok, hopecore is an amazing # to look through and watch that shines light on things to bring positivity and hope. Media that gives you serotonin is also incredibly healthy for the brain and further brings a positive mindset.

. . . Always remember that sometimes, tips from people do not work on some, and that's okay! Everyone is different, and the journey to self-improvement and self-love can be twisty, windy, or just straight on. Nobody is the same, and nobody is perfect. The idea of self-improvement is to improve yourself as a person to begin the road to self-love and finding your own happiness. ♡♡

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Just realized that I've never posted an intro on here before,.

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. .┊❥{name] Max / Eos

. .┊୨ৎ<age] Seventeen

. .┊°୭̥ ×pronouns] She/Him/They

. .┊ᩍ(sexuality] Aromantic

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politicians, GTA / COD players (srry yall piss me off), anti lgbtqa, GORE. (Please don't send me gore. You will be blocked) Spammers, rude people, AI. I HATE AI. IF YOU SUPPORT AI GET OFF MY PAGE, clop enjoyerz.. anti agere, petre, anti therian or people who sexualize it. Such as DDLG, MDLG, ABDL, or AGEPLAY.

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| #1 Alien dog space scientist!! Hihii! My name is Max, but I go by Eos too! Im an Omori, fluttershy, Alois, and Gir IRL! I like to make Moodboards and Stimboards, and I take requests! (Only moodboards for now :3) I'm extremely anti-social, but I'm trying to open up more! So please don't be upset if I don't reply to messages or anything for a couple of days, I promise im nice, tho! Im also a part of the Therian, Agere, and Petre community, so if that makes you uncomfy or angry, please just dont interact with me! Ty. I also like cooking and painting! im a better chef than Gordon frfr. Also, i am a MINOR. so if you are an adult, please dont interact with me unless it's for requests |

( Also, my favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip, and I require to know yours before you speak to me :3 not seriously, but you can tell a lot about someone from their fav icecream.. so I wouldn't mind knowing!!+< )

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[cosmicwavelengths]

introduction/about me !

♡ i go by maddi, you are more than welcome to call me cosmic/cosmo!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ she/her

⋆˚࿔ early 20s

.☘︎ ݁˖ i am currently in college studying politics! i aspire to go to law school and become an attorney

⊹₊⟡⋆ i was born in august in the early 2000s

ᝰ.ᐟ i've been writing on and off for the past ten-ish years (very much off though for the last five lol). i want to try and get back into it, so i'll be mostly writing a mix of fluff and smut (probably mostly fluff for now)

𐙚 my current fandoms are: succession, attack on titan, dan and phil, life is strange, broadway/musical theatre, the 1975

✮⋆˙ i live in the northeast united states

⋆˚✿˖° ☉ leo ☾ gemini ↑ libra, and INTJ-A, i don't do too much with astrology, but i've added it so you can better understand me as a person lol

⋆˙⟡ i have a tuxedo kitty named miss pooches and a guinea pig named nugget (more below the cut bc i can't stop yapping) ────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────

outside of being a student, i also work part time and it is very fun tee hee. i love watching tv shows/movies/youtube, reading (fanfiction), working out, shopping, music, and going to broadway musicals/plays! i also love cats (dogs too, but slightly less than cats), and i used to volunteer at my local cat shelter. i've had this specific blog since 2015 (HOW has it been ten years already?? i'm getting so old), but i recently rebranded from procrastinationcentral to cosmicwavelengths - same person, different name/objective. here are some other fun things about me! •⩊• top 5 spotify songs (2024): happiness - the 1975, sincerity is scary - the 1975, all i need to hear - the 1975, looking for somebody (to love) - the 1975, mine - the 1975

-`♡´- favorite colors: lilac purple, light pink (ofc!), anything pastel, black, dark red

‹𝟹 favorite foods/snacks: food -- seafood boil (snow crab legs), mashed potatoes, steak (med rare), hamburgers, carbonara, french onion soup, lobster bisque, avocado toast. | snacks -- chocolate chip cookies, lemon cake, stacy's pita chips, pirates booty, skittles (i am getting so hungry writing this), strawberries are my FAVORITE ๋࣭⭑ cafe order: medium brown sugar oatmilk shaken espresso for me please! black or lemon tea is also fine :) ✶⋆.˚ least favorite foods: i fucking hate beans. also collard greens (sorry mom) ʚɞ music artists i listen to: the 1975, dodie, FIZZ, charli xcx, sabrina carpenter, panic! at the disco (anything except VLV), laufey, doechii, florence + the machine, chappell roan, olivia rodrigo, mitski, billie eilish, mxmtoon, sza, beach bunny, waterparks, tally hall/miracle musical, beyoncé, chase atlantic, YOASOBI, •ᴗ• favorite musicals/plays: hadestown, hamilton, natasha, pierre & the great comet of 1812, godspell, beetlejuice, tick tick boom, moulin rouge, a band's visit, parade, peter pan goes wrong (i'm a sucker for all michief comedy stuff tbh), newsies, book of mormon ᥫ᭡. favorite youtubers: drew gooden, danisnotonfire, amazingphil, binging with babish, zaypixel, bernadette banner, kubz scouts, dashie games, rdcworld1, rtgame, jack and dean, tomska, brandon rogers, oversimplified, eddsworld, pointcrow, lilsimsie ᯓ★ favorite tv shows: succession, house md, breaking bad/better call saul, brooklyn nine-nine, shameless, bojack horseman, smiling friends, jojo's bizarre adventure, inventing anna, owning manhattan, selling tampa, derry girls, bridgerton, bodyguard, beef, cells at work, last chance u, end of the f*** world, crashing, fleabag, sherlock, game of thrones, euphoria, kitchen nightmares, hazbin hotel, the goes wrong show, attack on titan, the crown, parks & rec, abbott elementary, the bear ☁︎ favorite movies: rocketman (❤︎ you taron egerton!), whiplash, top gun: maverick (❤︎ you miles teller!), scott pilgrim vs the world, tick tick boom, harry potter, spirited away, dr strangelove, catch me if you can, coco, in the name of the father, 1917, the pianist, gattaca (jude law my beloved), o brother where art thou, everything everywhere all at once, boiling point, marvel cinematic universe (mostly guardians of the galaxy tbh) 𖦹 favorite video games: assassins creed syndicate, assassins creed odyssey, borderlands 2/3, life is strange, hogwarts legacy, red dead redemption 2, when the darkness comes, hades, animal crossing: new horizons, breath of the wild/tears of the kingdom, europe universialis 4, hearts of iron 4, portal 1/2, sea of thieves, super mario sunshine, good pizza great pizza, solitaire (lol), roblox, l.a. noire ᰔᩚ favorite characters: roman roy (succession), levi ackerman (aot), eren yeager (aot), wallace wells (scott pilgrim), lalo salamanca (bb/bcs), nacho varga (bb/bcs), philomena cunk (cunk on earth/britain/life), jotaro kujo (jjba), rohan kishibe (jjba), anthony bridgerton (bridgerton), bradley "rooster" bradshaw (top gun), jacob frye (ac syndicate), vinh lang (lis double exposure), draco malfoy (hp), arthur morgan (rdr2), wheatley (portal 2), link (botw/totk), trevor watson (mischief theatre), peter quill (mcu/gotg), alex brightman! beetlejuice (beetlejuice musical), jack kelly (newsies), milton krupnick (kickin it), aaron tveit! christian (moulin rouge musical), robert chase (house md), handsome jack (borderlands 2), james moriarty (sherlock), elder connor mckinley (book of mormon), diggs! thomas jefferson (hamilton) ────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ──── last updated: 01/27/2025

[mourgeprincessz]

My Personal Experience With Drugz TW: SELF INJURY MENTIONED

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Hellooo ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ). I know this is a bit personal, but it’s something that has had a massive impact on my life, and I feel like sharing my story could help others avoid the same mistakes. Lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of people romanticizing drug use in the media, and honestly, it’s been bothering me. From the outside, it might seem fun or glamorous, but the aftermath is a whole different story. Here’s my experience, and why I think it’s important to talk about the harsh reality.

It all really started with Mike. We’ll just call him that for now. Mike was an avid drug user and a vaper, and dating him became a constant struggle. Drugs were always present in our relationship, from weed to occasional LSD trips, and even getting "crossfaded" — smoking and drinking together. What felt like a fun way to escape eventually turned into a nightmare that would change my life forever. Throughout our time together, the drugs were never far away. They became the glue that held us together, but they also slowly chipped away at me. The trips, the highs, the shared experiences — they all felt exhilarating in the moment. But in the aftermath, things began to unravel. The summer of 2022 was a turning point for me. That year, I spiraled into a deep psychosis that left me lost in my own mind. It wasn’t like my past episodes, where I would experience brief moments of confusion or anxiety. This time was different — it was intense, all-consuming, and terrifying. Eventually, the chaos caught up with me. My psychosis grew so severe that I had no choice but to go to a mental hospital. The experience was eye-opening, forcing me to confront the state of my life and mind. The time I spent there made me realize just how far I had fallen, but ironically, once I was out, I didn’t stop using drugs. The pull was too strong, and my relationship with Mike made it hard to walk away from that lifestyle. At some point, my mom discovered what I was doing, and it felt like my entire world was crumbling. My drug use worsened, and my hallucinations became unbearable. I would see things, like the shadow of my groomer, someone who haunted my thoughts and tormented me. It wasn’t just a bad trip — it felt like I was living in a waking nightmare. The drugs were no longer just an escape; they were the source of my pain, amplifying my psychosis and leading me down a path of destruction. In the summer of 2023, Mike and I broke up. The reason? Another woman. The betrayal stung, leaving me heartbroken and lost. But as strange as it sounds, it was also a wake-up call. Mike, my source of drugs, was no longer around. I had no choice but to sober up. But the withdrawal wasn’t easy, and neither was the battle with my own mind. Without the constant haze of substances, I was left with the harsh reality of my mental health issues. Psychosis lingered, and I struggled with self-harm, a dark habit I’d developed as a way to cope with everything I had been through. Looking back on everything, I can say this: don’t do what I did. I wouldn’t recommend my choices to anyone. The drugs, the toxic relationship, the unhealthy cycle — it all led to a place I never should have gone. Drugs can be helpful for some people when used carefully and under the right circumstances, but for me, they only exacerbated my problems. They spiked my psychosis, worsened my schizophrenia, and pushed me to the brink. If you take anything from my story, let it be this: don’t use drugs if they harm you or the people around you. Addiction can destroy lives, relationships, and your sense of self. The journey to recovery is never easy, but it’s worth it to stay away from what pulls you into the darkness.

Take care of yourself. Take care of your mind ♥︎.

[pacifierbby]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WHEN THREE BECOMES FOUR

* ੈ✩‧₊ when the Norris family turns from three to four join their mini-series and see how little Noah copes with his new brother or sister

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୨ৎ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

(ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)

since having Noah, you and Lando have tried for a second baby, but with many pregnancy tests later, you knew it wasn't going to happen. Both of you wished for another sibling for Noah when he turned three since you didn't want any age gaps between your children. however, you have been feeling a little under the weather recently, the same feeling you had when you were pregnant with Noah. You didn't want to tell Lando until you took some test. just in case you got his hopes up however, your little munchkin noticed something different about you noticed that you were going to the toilet more and eating sweets that you told him that was bad for him even though Noah was one he learned very quickly and was really bright much higher than the kids that were in his classes which you were so happy for giving him special trips out when he brought a certificate back from his school on Friday,

Noah tells Lando about what he has done with his school week and the trips that you planned for his special days, his father nodding at his every word

Being away from both of you for a few weeks is hard. He enjoys his little Facetime calls with his son and wife at the end of the week. Still, he enjoys waiting for his little man to come through the front door with another certificate with a big smile running into his dad's arms, throwing the piece of paper in his face, kissing him on his cheek with a little small well done however he doesn't know where he's got the brains from because its not from use two.

Lando had noticed that you had been more tired than usual constantly yawning when your baby was talking even Noah noticed the constant toilet breaks you were taking "Daddy mummy has been eating a lot more than usual and going to the toilet" making your eyes shoot open "baby it's normal" you quickly replied surprised that Noah even noticed your eating habits and your quick toilet breaks "yes mummy but not stuff like sandwiches with peanut butter and m and ms inside" looking down at your son hearing a small laugh through the phone "uh lando ill call you when this little one is this one is in bed say bye to daddy baby" both of you blowing kissing towards Lando making him catch it putting it on his cheek making you both smile ending the call " come on little one time for bed" yawning a little helping him up from the sofa.

You haven't noticed the symptoms you were getting, but what Noah said tonight, does remind you of all the symptoms that you had with Noah the constant toilet breaks and the hideous food cravings which Lando said one night when he spotted you eating chips and chocolate at 2 am in bed with a tv show in the background. You haven't had time to even notice the big differences, only your sore boobs, the back aches which you honestly thought was because you were due on. With a 3-year-old and working life, has gotten really busy.

Your phone pings with a message from Lando: "Free to call?" Quickly pressing the video call button, the phone rang two times the screen quickly changing to Lando's face "Did Noah get to sleep okay?" the first question he asked making your heart do a small thump "Yeah he did" smiling "Well uh are you?" giving him a confused look then remembering about what Noah said "I don't know love I haven't really had much time to even notice these symptoms myself it's only when he mentioned it that everything started adding up the boobs, back pain, the awful cravings" making Lando laugh a little "do we have any more test?" making you shrug a little getting up from the comfort of your bed walking into the bathroom looking through yours and Lando's draws grabbing the pregnancy test "we only have one left" you softly spoke trying to not wake Noah next door quickly opening the packet "thankful I need to wee" making Lando laugh placing your phone on the counter " I won't be long"

remembering from your last pregnancy all the worries that you had when you were pregnant with Noah from telling Lando to if you could even be a good mum you knew with this pregnancy it would be easier from all the stupid questions that were in your head from last pregnancy have already been answered.

looking down at the pregnancy test the clear blue is only what you trust the small screen says pregnant 3+ letting out a small happy sigh yours and Lando's wish finally coming true. running towards your phone not even saying a word showing lando the test "are we actually!" lando spoke highly but softly not wanting all his friends at his hotel door to ask him if he was okay "Yes!".

"How are we going to tell Noah though? How is he going to take it? I mean it's only been us for the past three years" all the questions coming out all at once the worries finally kicking in "Hey hey hey" Lando softly spoke making you instantly stop passing around the bathroom and grabbing your phone from the counter "We will tell him after your doctor's appointment and the scan yeah to make sure the baby is okay ill come back next week make an appointment for then. then we will worry about that after" Lando knew what to say in situations like these he knew how to calm you down instantly it honestly makes you love him more "Yeah I'll ring them tomorrow and let you know" "Right my love get some rest to speak to you tomorrow"

your head hitting the pillow thinking about what these couple of weeks will bring. will there be tears follow the Norris family small series

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