#GOD I wanted to be her so bad when I was 9

[happyk44]

[ID: 1. Tweet from tatum @/planetgraves dated May 19th 2023: It's so awkward when you meet somebody that you really really like. Like yeah I'd do just about anything to keep our connection alive. So what. Do you wanna go eat or

2. Tags reading: #I want to know everything about you but instead I have to act cool in front of your friends and not text you a million times a day

3. Tags reading: #*says something beautiful & true* *2 seconds pass* did i make it weird with my earnest nature.

4. Tags reading: #i DO want to go eat.

5. Tags reading: #LOUD CENSOR BEEP

6. Tags reading: #i'm in this post and i want to bash my head against a brick

7. Tags reading: #FEELING THIS DEEPLY #like can we best friends already or

8. Tags reading: #me with anyone #if you see me being awkward and trying to make conversation with you. yeah this is why i'm so sorry

9. Tags reading: #IT'S SOOOOOO STUPID #life could be a fucking dream.

10. Tags reading: #and then #is this a crush #is this a 'this is a cool person' crush that will fade pretty fast or like a proper crush #or do i just not know how to be normal around people i think are cool?

11. Tags reading: #feeling this way about one particular person right now #like hiiiii do you like me and also can we hang out most days for the next 30 years :3

12. Tags reading: #how do you fucking talk to people #especially people you like #i am quaking in my boots

13. Tags reading: #how do you fucking talk to people #especially people you like #i am quaking in my boots

14. Tags reading: #i am incapable of acting cool and unbothered

15. Tags reading: #undescribed #what i say: wanna hang outside of [context] sometimes? #what i mean: please talk to me i want to be your friend soooo bad please let me be part of your life if only for a little please please ple

16. Tags reading: #ON GOD

17. Tags reading: #me. me me me me me. #i got that "omg please don't leave" swag

18. Tags reading: #me with my cousin's girlfriend #we met at a family event and i really liked her and then she texted me to hang out and i went insane #literally diagnosed as bipolar 2 weeks later

19. Tags reading: #yeah awful feeling. like do you want to um. idk. #eat dinner and watch youtube videos with me or um.

20. Tags reading: #feelings are embarrassing #miss me with that

21. Tags reading: #much like liz meon i just want to fast forward any relationship to 12 years in like we know we're friends then

22: Tags reading: #the pain of meeting someone super cool i wanna be friends with and have lots in common with but being too freakish to make good convo is the worst

23: Tags reading: #so embarrassing. sorry i think you're cool i don't have feelings though that's lame

/end ID]

[wlwsoccerfics]

The Accident (OnaBatlleXLucyBronzeXTeenReader)

A/N:tried this as accurate as possible, its probably more medical Drama then medical Journal 👀

Warning: Car accident, Bad injuries,Angst, Drama

Summary: you get hurt so Ona calls Lucy to come back Home.

You were out with some of your friends, one of them was allowed to drive already. Your friend group was between the age 15-18. You were 16 at the moment. So you all went to Drive around, listening to music, eating Pizza when the Car you were in, was hit by a drunk Truck Driver. You and all three of your Friends were hurt badly.

Your friend Lina and you both were hurt so bad they had to put you in a Coma. You couldn't breathe on your own. Had a really Bad concussion, a broken Leg, arm and some broken ribs. Things were rough.

Your mami had called your mom and she flew home from England as soon as she got the call.

Ona sat by your side, holding your hand. You still in a Coma. Trying to stop crying but this was not so easy. Because you obviously weren't okay and your Mami had a hard time with that.

Lucy went straight to the Hospital from the Airport and sat with you and your Mami. Kissing her head softly before looking at you. Taking everything in.

"what did the doctors say?" Lucy asked, trying to Stop her own tears.

"we have to wait and see. There is no guarantee that she makes it through the night." Your Mami said, sniffling softly. This was not what your Mom wanted to hear. They were living a Nightmare right now. Like the Situation wasn't bad enough the Media already found Out and was spreading News about you and your health. Some even put the rumor of your death out there.

The rumors kept going for days, your moms never leaving your side. One of them was always there. Only going home to take a shower. But you were never by yourself. They didn't want to leave your side. Trying to remain hopeful that you would be okay, but things got more rough. And they did lose hope after around a week.

Around 9 days later the doctors slowly stopped with the meds to get you out of the coma. It took until the next day you slowly started to be awake. Letting out a small whimper.

Your moms both holding their breath the entire time.

"hey sweet angel, so glad to have you back." Your Mami answered. You looked at her tiredly. Not able to say anything.

"thank god you are awake." Your Mom whispered out, it was evident in her voice how relieved she was.

You didn't have enough Energy to say anything or stay awake for Long really, but the doctor wanted to run some Tests so you couldn't sleep just yet.

"what's your Name?" He asked.

"y/n." You breathed out. Your voice was hoarse from not talking and the breathing tube that was gone now thankfully.

"do you know your full Name?" The doctor wanted to know. You nodded your head softly and spoke up.

"y/n Ximena Esmeralda Batlle-Bronze!" You told him, closing your eyes for a moment.

Your moms were quite relieved that you could answer all the questions. The doctor let you sleep and told your parents that tomorrow Physio would start.

With the broken arm you unfortunately couldn't use crutches cause you couldn't actually use the one arm to hold onto the crutches. So you would have to get around in a wheelchair. Thankfully you could leave the hospital a little over two weeks after waking up from the Coma. Your Mom didn't want to leave and go back to England cause she wanted to Support you but you didn't want her to put her Life on pause. Your Mami promised that she would give your Mom daily Updates.

"please angel If you need me and want me to come back Home call me! I will get on the next flight back to you and Mami, okay?" Lucy told you. You nodded your head softly.

"thanks mom! I promise i will!" You replied. She hugged you and you hugged back.

"i promise i will take good care of our pequeño amor!" Your mami told your Mom.

"i know you will. I just hate that i have to leave you behind!" She admitted.

"we got this, Mom! When i am better and allowed to fly i will come and visit you!" You promised your Mom.

"Sounds like a plan!" She told you. Smiling at you.

"Love you, Kid!" Your Mom added.

"Love you too, Mom!" You let her know. Your moms kissed eachother goodbye before your Mom left to the Airport.

You wheeled into your room, managing to get on the bed by yourself. Your Mami walked in with your auntie Alexia.

"how you doing, y/n?" She asked. You smile at her.

"i am fine. glad to be alive!" You admitted.

"we glad too!" Alexia was referring to herself and the Team. All of this was a setback. Because you started to practice with the Senior Team and your debut was planned but that was now far away.

She handed you some flowers, Candy and a stuffed Giraffe cause those were your favorite animals.

"thank you, tia!" You told her and smiled softly.

"what the doctor say?" She asked.

"be patient!" Ona told her.

"Easier said then done!" You admitted.

"you are strong. You got it!" Alexia let you know and you nodded your head softly.

Alexia stayed for two hours before she left again. Your Mami helped you with your physio and then helped you to take a shower.

After that you and your Mami cuddled up in her bed, watching a movie.

Your Mom came to visit you two months later. Your arm was healed for the most part so you were on crutches now cause your Leg was still not fully healed and you needed surgery in a few months to remove the screws.

Your Mom hugged you when she saw you. You hugged her back. Holding onto her so you didn't have to use your crutches.

"my sweet Girl! You look great!" She told you. You smiled at her.

"thank you for saying that! I tried my best to not let things get to me!" You admitted.

"i know it must be really frustrating but Mami told me you are doing so well and your doctors are very pleased." She said softly. You nodded your head.

"Lina going through something similiar does help." You let her know. You two did recovery together for the most part and you did grew closer. Your other two Friends that were in the Car with you also did their best to help the two of you.

Having so much support helped alot and made the situation better. Knowing you weren't alone in this also was something you were thankful for. With all the Support you knew you would get through this.

[whytheylosttheirminds]

don't call me kid chapter 9 part 2 sneak peak under the cut...as a treat 😋

Your very first swing landed you in a sand trap.

It was a welcome excuse to separate yourself from the group for a minute, though all the walking in this heat was already annoying you. You gave up on wheeling your worn down rented golf bag through the course, pretty much just dragging it behind you at this point. The other golfers were probably laughing at you, a sad sight as you trudged past them, sweating profusely and oh-so-over this whole excursion.

Approaching the sand trap, you heard a comically weak horn beep out from behind you, turning to see Topper approaching in his golf cart, Carter noticeably missing from the seat next to him.

“Hey li-“

You cut off his carrying voice before it could even reach you.

“If the next words out of your mouth are ‘little Carter’ I will run you over with your own golf cart.”

He pivoted, the syllables he almost said still hanging on the tip of his tongue.

“Lil…shawty. Is what I was going to say,” the doubting look you gave him only made him double down. “Hey lil’ shawty, what’s good?”

You didn’t think it was possible for someone to make you laugh on this god awful day, but you cracked a smile at that, making Topper beam with pride.

“Ride with me,” he offered, not leaving room for you to turn down as he climbed from the cart and threw your clubs in the back.

“On one condition,” you said.

“What’s that?” He raised his eyebrows.

“You don’t make me dig my ball out of that sand trap.”

Without missing a beat, he pulled something from his pocket, leaning down as though he’d just discovered it on the ground.

“Wow, so crazy that I found your ball right here!” He tossed it to you with a wink and you gave him a grateful grin.

You slipped into the seat, your too-short skirt making your sweaty legs slide on the vinyl seat. Those caddies could eyefuck you all they wanted, nothing about this outfit made you feel sexy.

“Worn out already?” He nodded toward your hand, rubbing soothing circles into your calf muscle, sore from the walking already. “Bad news ‘cause we’ve got seventeen holes to go.”

“Good thing I have a strapping young chauffeur to cart me around then,” you patted his arm and he started up the cart.

“I got you sis.”

It was a nickname he’d called you in high school, always joking that he and Carter would get married, which she’d of course pretend to be annoyed by, smiling to herself in secret when she thought you couldn’t see. Now when he said it, a sadness singed the edges of the word. You gave him a frown, but he looked away, clearly wanting to avoid addressing the sadness you saw in his eyes.

You rode in silence for a few minutes as he caught up with the rest of your group at the second tee. When he pulled up, neither of you got out, sitting silently by each other, watching the group. 

Carter and Maddie were taking a selfie, holding up their clubs for the camera as Sabrina and Cassie compared outfits next to them. Behind them, Rafe lined up his shot, the other guys standing off to the side in polite reverence, taking the game entirely too seriously.

Topper watched Carter while you watched Rafe. The silence between you was palpable. Rafe finally took his swing, strong arms coming down hard as his broad torso twisted, leaving you no choice to think about how it felt below you in the car, and how it looked towering over you in your bedroom earlier today. 

Somewhere in Topper’s mind, you were sure he was having similar unwelcome flashbacks as Carter stretched her arms over her head, twisting her hips as she prepared for her turn at the tee. Truthfully, the two of you could not have picked more beautiful people to fall in love with. Clearly, it was working out really well for you both.

As though your thoughts were connected, Topper finally broke the silence, noting sarcastically “well we’re just a two man party over here aren’t we?”

You huffed a laugh, looking down at your fidgeting hands in your lap as an excuse to pull your eyes away from Rafe.

“Did you, um,” he struggled with the words, your narrowed eyes shooting up to him as you waited for the end of his question curiously. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

Topper cleared his throat, “what you said earlier in your bedroom? Do you really think I’m so used to being rejected that I wouldn’t be able to handle it if she finally admitted she loved me?”

You winced at the sound of your own cruel words being replayed back to you. You’d pulled no punches when Topper was just attempting to cheer you up, justifying your pettiness by blaming Rafe for your shitty mood. To his credit, Topper didn’t just lay down and take it, he put up his best fight.

“I don’t know. Did you really mean it when you said I can’t let him love me because I don’t actually love myself?” There was no malice in your tone, but a gentle reminder that he’d dished it out just as good as he got served.

His fallen face and avoidance of your eyes told you he regretted it just as much as you did, and your lean across the seat to bump his shoulder playfully told him all was forgiven. Siblings fight, after all.

As your gazes scanned back over the two loves of your lives, another cart came rolling past, stopping a few yards from where the two of you sat. A refreshment cart.

“Wanna get, like, stupid, sloppy drunk with me?” You suggested.

He was already turning the wheel in the direction of the drink cart, “you read my mind, lil’ shawty, you read my mind.”

[tanjir0se]

I’m so sorry other character stans but Toph Beifong is THE character of all time

Disabled, doesn’t “overcome” it but adapts and forces others to adapt instead.

Spoiled rotten rich kid with refined rich kid manners but chooses not to use them unless weaponizong them, can should and will kick your ass, but honest and good at her heart

A PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER EARTHBENDING MASTER AND HUSTLER AT AGE 12

Literally the definition of swag from womb to tomb

Do I even need to bring up metalbending?

INVENTED METALBENDING

Violence to show affection

Aang and Sokka quite possibly the only thing holding her back from straight up murder several times.

Definition of “do you want me to kill that guy for you? Cause it seems like he sucks. And I’ll totally kill that guy for you”

^ this is the real reason we never got a Toph and Zuko teamup, it would probably take her 3 minutes to convince Zuko to just kill his dumb lame dad already

I’m soooo sorry but she is UNMATCHED. Toph Beifong for President

[iamnotanelk]

Oh god I'm seeing it even here, ok, so I know the common story about this show was that it was really good but it got bad at the very end, and I need people to understand that that isn't the case. Wonder Egg Priority's cracks started to show in episode 2 and I'd say by episode 4 or so it had already become a pretty bad show, but episode 1 had been so good that it rode that goodwill as far as possible and most people didn't go back and look at the rest of the show and go "oh huh, that explains a lot actually."

Like, the show is ostensibly about the reasons that teen girls commit suicide, and episode 1 was really good about it. When Ai goes to the dream dimension and meets Kurumi, the monster they have to fight is just this like, vague faceless girl meant to depict bullying as a general concept. It's unclear why she uses hand axes as a weapon but y'know whatever, it works because it's not particularly literal. Episode 2's monster starts similarly, vague faceless lady, but she's not supposed to represent pressures on this girl as a gymnast, she's more just, the actual specific coach that abused her. And this becomes a lot more obvious when the real monster explodes out of the more human body: a giant yellow lady with floppy boobs that she shoots paint out of. All of the monsters from this point on are colorful, goofy, and talk. This in and of itself isn't necessarily a problem, like it's a massive tone shift given the heavy subject matter to make the Monster That Represents Why Teen Girls Commit Suicide a goofy Saturday morning cartoon villain, but it's indicative of a problem, namely that the writer, Shinji Nojima, doesn't really understand the gravity of the thing he's talking about.

It starts to go off the rails from this point. Episode 3's Wonder Killer (the monsters are called Wonder Killers) is a lady that stalked an idol, and the girls that Ai and Rika are protecting are also idol fans, but they didn't like, personally know this lady, so she's not like, the perpetrator like with the previous 2. She's I guess vaguely representative of idol fanaticism, which is the reason that the girls they're protecting committed suicide, but it's noticeably more tenuous than the previous episodes, and the girls are treated more like a joke, rather than actual tragic characters.

Episode 4 has a girl who was sexually assaulted by her dad's boss and a bizarre line about how "boys commit suicide for logical reasons whereas girls commit suicide for emotional reasons." (this line is said by characters who initially seem like they might be untrustworthy, but who later turn out to be fine, and no one in the scene refutes this weird gender essentialist nonsense, so it seems like this is actually the opinion that the show's putting across). Episode 5 has a girl who killed herself because she decided, at 14 years old, that she was at her peak and wanted to "preserve her beauty," a sentiment that the show is weirdly incapable of refuting. Like the only thing Neiru, the character protecting her, has to say to that is "now that you're dead no one will ever call you beautiful again."

It keeps getting worse, episode 9 has Neiru and her friend defeat a Wonder Killer by solving a riddle, causing it to kill itself, just a catastrophically awful way to solve a problem in a show like this. Episode 10 is the episode with the transmasc character and it's just horrendous. Like, I can't believe that people say that this show has good trans rep just because this guy is confirmed in canon to be trans. His plot point is that he came out to his teacher, the teacher raped him, and he killed himself as a result, which is why he's in the Dimension For Girls Who've Committed Suicide. It's extremely noticeable that the only male character in this world is trans. His Wonder Killer also like, attacks him with a sword made of a Y Chromosome and has a weird big drippy tengu nose, it's awful. At the very least he kisses Momoe and she does blush about it, and considering most of Momoe's plot is about how gay people make her uncomfortable, we can at least surmise that she does see him as a boy. Small comforts.

Anyway sorry this went on so long this anime just... does this to me, I can't handle people saying it was good. All this stuff I mentioned happens solidly during the portions that people say were amazing, and there's a bunch I didn't even mention. Episode 1 was good and the show pretends to have things to say about heavy topics, so everyone just gave it the benefit of the doubt (hell it took until episode 10 til I was willing to admit that the show sucked).

Please don't watch Wonder Egg Priority, it'll break your brain.

Do You Know This Anime?

[tackykachowch]

By the way, did we ever talk about how stupid it is that they made Silco the reason Felicia died? I don't mean that he killed her personally, but that he jumpstarted violence on a peaceful protest. Because that's sooo who Silco is, right? A character who makes impulsive and poorly thought out decisions, right? A character who goes into a fight headstrong without carefully planning his moves and strategy and just YOLO-ing it, right? Right?? ......sigh

And don't even THINK about giving me the whole "wElL hE cHaNgEd SiNcE tHeN dUh" crap. Even s2 is smart enough to show us him writing something in a notebook in a flashback, which implies that he was the brains behind the Lanes' creation/revolution as a whole. And if he was he would never sabotage his own plans with something so stupid as throwing a single molotov at enforcers. Literally who does that???? Silco we know would probably organize an attack under the guise of a peaceful protest, but not just. Straight-up ruining just a regular peaceful protest. That's stupid. And Silco is the last character in arcane that would do something stupid. Literally the whole plot of season 1 relies on him being intelligent and sneaky with his plans are you kidding me.

[sukibenders]

Me, when I see modern retellings of Greek myths that are actually worse than the original---- from woobifying some gods and making them innocent meow meows to demonizing and villainizing others (eg. Demeter and, yes, even Hera), ignoring how they are morally grey and can't just be lumped in with a modern viewpoint at all times, making the goddess and other female figures "girlboss" but also riddled with undertones of misogyny/internalized misogyny and victim blaming (you see this a lot with retellings for Medusa, especially regarding Andromeda because if they aren't making her a girlboss than they hate on her for being a damsel, which isn't even bad, or even make her the "other woman" 😭), or make characters like Perseus the bad guy, even though he was literally sent/went on a dangerous, life threatening quest to save his mother (and himself lowkey) from an abuser and then went to save Andromeda, who he loved even though these retellings try to say otherwise, from death:

[seaweedstarshine]

Thinking about the convolution of Eleventh Doctor's expressions of love for River Song in Season 7B. He does not trust Clara. He is utterly (wrongly) convinced that he and Clara are playing a grand manipulative game together. “What are you, eh?! A trick? A trap?!!”

So naturally, the last thing he should do in this game is to clue his opponent in on something that could be used to hurt him. Something like River, so painfully near the end of their time together, whose data ghost he can always see, who “it would hurt too much” to acknowledge. He can't let Clara know of the loss which constantly floods his senses; (“You are always here to me. And I always listen, and I can always see you,” he professes, once Clara has vanished into his timestream).

And yet. River fills his every moment (irregardless of any sneaking out for dates with increasingly-young Rivers while Clara is asleep like he did while the Ponds slept, which would explain his absence when the TARDIS is hiding Clara's bedroom). Even though it's not strategic, he can’t help but tell Clara about her. The best defense he can manage is to phrase it as if River isn’t as important to him as she is. Not only is avoiding her first name in his grief; he's also completely avoiding pronouns; which seems extreme given that he's still mentioning her as often as: “Oh yeah, of course he has! Professor Song! Sorry, it's just I never realized you were a woman.”

Leave out the emotion — leave out the details — don't show the cracks in the armor — play the part — win the game.

“Well, there's no point now. We're about to die. JUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.”

[zorkaya-moved]

> Vacher created this drink after discovering the effects of Primordial Seawater after being diluted with normal water. He manufactured and marketed it to fund his experiments, earning a lot of money through doing so.

> Vacher was an adventurer from Snezhnaya who traveled to Fontaine.

> Marcel, real name Vacher, is a quest-exclusive NPC that appears as one of the main antagonists in the Archon Quest Chapter IV: Act II - As Light Rain Falls Without Reason.

With all due respect, Genshin, can we fucking stop mostly using Snezhnayans as main antagonists in Genshin storyline and keep making Traveler have 9/10 people be a damn villain? This is getting very damn old. 'From Snezhnaya' and ofc I see negative connotations next to it or affiliation to it.

Hi, so, if I'm ignorant about this forgive me I'll catch up on the story quests this week.

I had to rant in tags. pls don't read if you don't want to hear rus-tatar's thoughts on representation of snezhnaya across the story AGAIN. i look back on remun's post and scream internally all over again.

P.S. I understand Harbingers are supposed to be the villains, Tsaritsa, yadda yadda but if Tartaglia's quest showcased Snezhnayan's culture in a better light, Genshin can get its shit together and write Snezhnayan NPCs better with some more quests to expose bits and pieces of their WARMER culture. They CAN give us more NPCs who can show doubt, concern, be friendly to others, try to help out. There are TONS of ways to do that.

[big-tees-and-short-skirts]

ah, so the misophonia is part of the sensory processing disorder + etc. of course.

[turnipotentiary]

i need a boyfriend so bad its not even funny guys. like . human connection when

[fazcinatingblog]

Went to the toilet for the first time today at 2pm (Colleening), got out and Sophia had called so I rang her back and she's like "have you got any invoices out??? What have you done all day????"

[jirsungs]

NO IDEA ☆ l.dh

pairing: loser!donghyuck x fem!reader

no idea synopsis: a story where both you and lee donghyuck seem to get what you want. he's the perfect pawn in making your ex-boyfriend jealous and the smarty pants tutor helping you pass your math class. donghyuck has it easy too, he's finally able to seek out and experience the world of dating through you, his long-devoted crush and surprisingly enthusiastic tutoring student. but then again, when meaningless tutoring sessions soon evolve into reciprocated feelings, is it really that easy?

genre: college au, nonidol au, fake dating au, social media au (includes written chapters), classmates to friends to lovers, he's a nerd & she's a popular cheerleader (you see where this is going), he fell first but she fell harder trope, kinda based off to all the boys i've loved before, fluff, crack/humor, angst, one-sided pining that turns into mutual pining

warnings: explicit language, unrealistic college partying, talks about family issues (this does NOT reflect any of the idol's families!), yuqi has an ex gf, some alcohol consumption, kys and sexual humor, bullying, hyuck and his buds are mistreated ☹️, hyunjin is a bad bf!!!, cheesy af, unrequited love, bad insults that sound like they're from the 2000s, HELLA miscommunication

no idea playlist: btr's no idea, taylor swift's you belong with me, the vamps + demi lovato's somebody to you, james arthur's can i be him, ariana grande's daydreamin, fitz & the tantrums' out of my league, shawn mendes' treat you better, bruno mars' just the way you are, lonely god's marlboro nights, the 1975's i'm in love with you, sam smith's like i can, arctic monkeys' wanna be yours

author's note: FIRST HYUCK SMAUU! how we feeling 😏 i needed to get this idea out of my system! plus, i love this type of trope, and haechan just fits the nerdy role 😭 I HAD TO! but happy reading :D <3

comment if you wish to be tagged for the story's updates!

profiles: "ncu freaks" + jeno 🤔 | gal pals & two men

intro. #manifestationiskey 🩷

ep 1. but a FAILING?

ep 2. i guess i'm her tutor

ep 3. WHY IS HE ATTRACTIVE

ep 4. COUGH y/n bag him COUGH

ep 5. i know i can treat youuu bettterr

ep 6. YNHYUCK PLOT IS FINALLY SAILING!

ep 7. bro texts with his 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓪 mode on 🐺👅

ep 8. bro fumbled HARD 🤦‍♂️

ep 9. LET THE BOY LIVE!! HES IN LOVE!!

ep 10. THE HARD LAUNCH GOES CRAZY

ep 11. lemme guess, fake boyfriend responsibilities? (written)

ep 12. jeno got me up... plotting

ep 13. AMAZING fake boyfriend

ep 14. meeting the ncu freaks? (written)

ep 15.

ep 16.

ep 17.

ep 18.

more to come. . .!

started: 09/06/24 finished:

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[moonstruckme]

OMGGGGGGG

the first kiss was so cute!!! perfect!! james was so sweet and gentle w her😍😭😭

can’t wait to see there dynamic from now on

Thank you gorgeous! I held onto this so I'd have something to post this last part to, hope you don't mind <3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8 │ part 9 │ part 10 │ part 11 │ part 12 │ part 13

roommate!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

James is buzzing while he makes breakfast the next morning. Golden morning light pours in through the front windows, brightening the kitchen and warming his back where he stands in front of the stove, the buttery smell of pancake batter wafting up from the pan. He’d gone to bed later than usual last night and slept hard but woke jittery, desperate to do something about the commotion in his chest. 

A run hadn’t done it, nor had replaying the previous night in his head, and now he’s convinced he won’t be able to rest until he can kiss you again. It’s your fault, really. Your little sighs, your careful touches, the way you’d tugged at the roots of his hair when he asked you to, like all this time you’d only been waiting for permission. You’ve fucked him. James will never be able to get over it. Now, all he can think about is getting more. 

He’s made more pancakes than a family of five could eat when he hears the stair creak. 

“Good morning,” he says, turning around just as you pad into the kitchen, quiet as a ghost. 

Your eyes are bleary, but they still manage to widen slightly as you take him in, along with the precarious tower of pancakes beside him. You’re in that sweatshirt he loves so much, sleeves hanging limply from your hands and hem hitting just above your knees. 

“Morning,” you say, softer than soft. 

“How’d you sleep, lovely?” 

You shrug, not quite looking at him. “Fine. You?” 

James grins. “Beautifully. You want some pancakes?” 

Your gaze goes again to the stack beside him, and he can practically see the quip brewing in your eyes. Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice. Are you planning to feed an army?

“Sure,” you say in that same quiet voice. “Thanks.” 

James studies you, intrigued. “Great. C’mere, sweetheart.” 

He plates up a few pancakes, keeping one eye on you as he does. You seem disinclined to look even in his general direction, finding distractions with the stove, your plate, the weather outside. 

“How’s this?” He turns around with the plate. You take it cautiously, by the complete opposite end to avoid any possibility of making contact with his hand. James’ heart warms at the way your fingers just peek out from the sleeve of your sweatshirt to grasp the plate. He wants to kiss you until you don’t know what day it is. “Too many? Not enough?” 

“This is good.” 

“Yeah?” He doesn’t let go of the plate. He tilts his head, trying to catch your eye, but you evade him. He has a hunch that if he were to touch your face (and god, does he want to) he’d find it burning hot. “Are you alright?” 

Your eyes flit up to his for a half a second before fleeing again. You hum, the sound tense and pitchy. “Mhm.” 

“You sure?” he asks, matching your soft tone. “Don’t go getting shy on me now.” 

You look like you stop breathing. 

And ordinarily James might feel bad, but post-kiss James cannot be prevailed upon to treat you as cautiously as he ordinarily might. Unfortunately for you, your secret’s out. You’re lovely, you’d said, voice soft and breathy and mere inches from his own mouth, I like having you around. I do. I really like you. Also unfortunately for you, post-kiss James knows things. 

He slips his palm alongside your face, working his hand behind your ear and letting his fingers burrow into the hair behind it. You melt, leaning into the touch. Your eyes meet his. 

It’s grueling work to keep from smiling. “What’s wrong, angel?” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you say, still quietly but now with more of yourself in your voice. 

“Really? Because you’re acting like we’ve just met.” 

“Don’t you—don’t things feel different to you?” You seem almost distressed, eyebrows hooking upwards just slightly, pretty eyes imploring. Your voice softens again, now more with intimacy than reticence. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to talk with you about.” 

James lets his smile loose, thumbing at the skin behind your ear before letting you go. “We can talk about anything you want,” he says simply, grabbing his own plate and leading you into the living room. 

You’ve got a perfectly good kitchen table but almost never use it, each preferring to eat your meals on the couch. He flops down, careful not to tip his pancakes onto the cushion as he crosses his legs underneath him like you’re at a sleepover. 

“So, have any fun dreams last night?”  

You smile. It’s as heart-stoppingly lovely as always, and James thinks his own probably doubles in magnitude in response. 

“A couple,” you admit. 

“Oh? What about?” 

Your smile goes sheepish, bottom lip slipping in between your teeth as if to impede its progress. You fork clinks against the plate as you start cutting up your pancake. 

James’ brain short-circuits. 

“You were in my dream,” he blurts. 

Your eyes flit up to his warily. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. It was one of those weird, super vivid dreams where nothing really happens, you know?” You seem to relax a bit. James douses his pancakes in syrup, starting to cut them up as he talks. “We were here, and someone had spilled something on the rug—probably Sirius, to be honest—and it made this huge stain. I’d tried to pour baking soda on it, but the whole box had collapsed and it got everywhere. We were both sitting right there scrubbing with literal toothbrushes, and I think I was worried you’d be upset with me but you were just laughing.” His heart warms at the pseudo-memory, the hazy feeling of contentment that had permeated the dream. The sound of your laugh, exactly as sweet as in real life. “Your hands were totally covered in baking soda, and the rug was ruined, but we were both laughing our heads off.” 

You’re smiling again, a small, knowing thing. “Had you said something to make us laugh?” 

“No,” he says honestly, “I think it was you.” 

James is aware that he’s barely functioning. It’s almost too much to talk and cut his pancakes at the same time while you’re looking at him like that, like he’s the loveliest thing you’ve ever seen. It makes it both a relief and a disappointment when you drop your gaze. 

“Do you think the stain might’ve been a premonition?” you ask. 

He raises his eyebrows. “How do you mean?” 

You laugh, and he’s instantly spellbound, caught somewhere between fantasy and reality. It takes him a second to realize you’re touching the edge of his plate, tipping it up. James looks down. It had been nearly falling off his lap, his pancakes cut up into tiny pieces and syrup pooled near the rim. 

You look up at him, seraphim with the morning light brightening your features and the hint of a smile playing on your lips. He thinks of how soft they’d felt on his the night before, the way they’d fallen open like welcoming him home. 

“You were almost spilling syrup onto the rug,” you say, that rare and beloved teasing lilt to your voice. “It would’ve taken more than baking soda to get that out.” 

“See?” he asks. “You know how to talk to me just fine.” 

You look surprised, then self-conscious, though not nearly as bad as when you’d come into the kitchen a few minutes ago. He covers your hand with his to keep you from going anywhere. Sets his plate on the coffee table. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your eyes are wide. “Again?” 

“Yes, again,” James laughs. “And again after that, preferably. Only if it’s okay with you.” 

You shake your head, looking something akin to bewildered. “Yeah. Yeah, please.” 

He starts to lean toward you, and you meet him halfway. Already, it’s a bit different. There’s no tentative stillness, no slow yielding. Your lips are pliant and eager, parting and closing around his like you’re trying to get as much of him as you can. Your fingers wind in his hair without instruction, and James responds by placing his hand in that spot you’d seemed to like it so well last night, the material of your sweatshirt soft beneath his touch. You taste like his pancakes, the syrup sweet on your tongue. 

“Keep talking to me,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your lips worshipfully, “okay?” 

Your voice is breathless. “Why?” 

“Because I like you.” He tugs at you, wanting you closer. “And I think I’ve put in the work for you to warm up to me, if it’s all the same to you.” 

You make a tiny, amused sound. “Fine,” you say. You grow bolder, kissing your way up his cheek, the top of his eyebrow, until your nose is nestled in his hair and your lips are caressing his forehead. “Consider me warmed.” 

James grins, unable to help himself. He thinks that becoming your friend didn’t go quite as he planned, but he feels as though he won in the end.

[spanktony]

“I’LL DO ANYTHING.” - anora.

summary: when you snap at anora, she leaves your place pissed, and you come back begging to make things right.

words: 2.3k +

warnings: 18+, fem!reader, oral (a receiving), fingering (a receiving), begging, ani calls u a good girl, reader is a meanie for a bit then turns to a lil bitch, this is bad, and yeah let me know if there’s more.

navigation. request.

tired would be an understatement of how you felt right now. your head pounded, each beat following up with a sigh from your boss's mouth, reminding you of the looming deadline for the project that still needed to be completed.

so, here you were on a call at 9:48 in the morning, on a day you were supposed to be off, with three other colleagues discussing the next steps for the project.

you rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the heaviness that had settled deep in your bones. you sat at your desk, a few feet away from anora's side of the bed, which made it harder to resist the temptation to crawl back under the covers and ignore the world for a little while longer. but you knew better. you couldn't afford to.

literally.

your phone buzzed on the desk, shifting your attention from one screen to the other. oh shit. the driver. you had planned a low-key day with anora—just the two of you—but now it seemed like that might have to wait.

your stomach sank as you glanced at the message: i'm here. do you want me to grab anything for you two?

you quickly typed back: no, that's fine. you can come inside and wait. i'm in a meeting; it shouldn't take too long.

hopefully…

you hoped anora wouldn't be too disappointed with the change of plans. the message sent, and you set your phone down again, the screen lighting up, showing the call you've been on for... three ongoing hours?!

behind you, anora stirred, waking up from her deep sleep. "good morning," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

you turned slightly, offering a tired smile as you double-checked to make sure you were still muted on your work call. "good morning, babe. sleep well?"

"mmm-hmm," she hummed, stretching. you heard the soft crack of her spine as she reached her arms over her head, a sound that made your heart swell a little. she padded across the hardwood floor with that familiar grace, her feet quiet but sure.

you could feel her before you saw her, like a magnet drawing you in. then she was there, leaning down to plant a lingering kiss on your neck. it made your skin tingle, sending a shiver down your spine. "you've been up for hours, haven't you?" she whispered, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

"i have to finish this report," you murmured, half-distracted.

but anora wasn't deterred. her lips trailed to your jawline and then to your cheek, playful and persistent.

"ani," you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady. "i'm on a call."

she ignored your plea, her hands sliding over your shoulders as she planted another kiss on your temple.

"ani, seriously," you hissed, though a hint of laughter betrayed you.

"what? i'm just showing my hardworking girlfriend some love," she teased, grinning against your skin. it was sweet; it really was. but your boss's voice in your ear reminded you of the pressing deadline, and her teasing felt like too much in the moment.

"anora, stop!" you snapped, louder than intended.

her hands froze, and the warmth that had been cocooning you suddenly vanished. you heard her inhale sharply, and when she stepped back, it was like a cold breeze had replaced her presence.

"what the hell?" she asked with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, still in the same position, looking hurt and confused. you felt your stomach twist. "i—" you started, but the words got tangled.

"i'm sorry for trying to spend time with you," she said, her voice raising in pitch before she swallowed hard. "god forbid i... i don't know, make you feel appreciated or something."

"i'm just trying to work, anora! i have deadlines, responsibilities—"

"and i'm a distraction, right?" she shot back, "just a little nuisance in your way?"

you opened your mouth to apologize, to explain, but she was already moving, grabbing her overnight bag from the floor and shoving her things inside haphazardly. it was like a fire was spreading through the room with how quickly she was packing up to leave.

"ani," you called out, your voice more desperate now. "please, wait. don't go."

but she ignored you, shoulders tense and eyes avoiding yours as she zipped up her bag. you heard the soft thud of her bag slung over her shoulder, and before you could say another word, she was at the door.

"y/n? are you here?" your boss's voice reminding you of the meeting you were supposed to be in right now. you looked at your phone, then the door your girlfriend had just rushed out of. sighing heavily, you unmuted your phone and replied, "yes, i'm here."

the hours that followed felt like eternity. the empty apartment was so quiet, so still, that it almost felt suffocating. by the time night fell, you couldn't bear it anymore. you gathered a few things—her favorite snacks, the earrings she had been eyeing for weeks but never bought, and a small bouquet of flowers you'd picked up on a whim.

your driver pulled up to her old place, her place that she rarely stayed at anymore because she was always at your apartment. she had even given you a spare copy of her key so you could move her things to your place when she was busy.

you opened the door and found the living room empty, thankful her roommate wasn't home. you knocked on her bedroom door, calling out her name softly.

the door creaked open, and there she was. anora's head peeked out from behind the door, her eyebrows furrowing both in anger and confusion, as she clearly wasn't expecting you. she was still in the clothes she'd left in, her hair slightly disheveled.

"what are you doing here?" she asked, opening her door slightly further to get a better look at you.

"i... i came to apologize," you said quickly, holding out the flowers like a shield. she eyed them, unimpressed.

"anora, please. i was an idiot. i shouldn't have snapped at you. you were just being sweet, and i let my stress get the better of me." she leaned against the doorframe, silent, her gaze piercing.

"i brought your favorite snacks," you added, holding up the bag. "and earrings. i even... i don't know, i just..."

you trailed off, realizing how desperate you sounded. but you didn't care. "please," you said softly. "i miss you. i miss us. i'll do anything to make it right."

anora sighed, stepping aside to let you in. you stepped inside her room, slowly closing the door behind you, watching as she stood a couple of feet in front of her bed. the tension in the air was thick as you set the flowers and bag on the nightstand beside you.

her expression softened, just a fraction. "anything?"

"anything," you promised, stepping closer, inches away from her.

"you really hurt my feelings," she said finally, a hand coming to cup your cheek, and you stumbled even closer to her, your lips ghosting hers.

you looked so fucking adorable in that moment, with that vulnerable, almost lost look on your face. like a kicked puppy—those sad, pleading eyes. you looked so damn cute, but she wasn't going to let you off the hook that easily.

her thumb brushed gently across your cheekbone. "you said anything, right?"

you nodded quickly, your hand wrapping around her forearm, and her heart skipped a beat. the way you held her arm, like you couldn't stand the distance between you two, made her lips twitch upward.

there was something in the way you looked at her now, something so earnest, so full of regret, that made her resolve waver just slightly. her eyes darted to your lips, feeling the heat between you both rise. god, you were so close, and she was fighting every instinct that told her to pull you in. to kiss you like she wanted to, to let you wrap her in your arms, to hold her.

her gaze flitted up, catching yours.

"anything," you repeated again, barely a whisper.

"get on your knees," she whispered. without hesitating, you lowered yourself in front of her, her hand running a hand through your hair. you stared up at her, waiting.

"beg."

"please," you said, the frustration clear in your voice.

"please what?"

"please forgive me, ani. i shouldn't have snapped at you."

"no, you shouldn't have. you didn't mean it, did you?"

you shook your head.

"that's right. because you wouldn't dare treat me like that. right, baby?" you nodded again, your hands finding their way to her thighs, gripping them tightly. anora's hands left your hair and cupped your face gently. "good girl," she said, a smile playing on her lips.

you licked your lips when your girlfriend began pulling her shorts down, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. she watched you the whole time, smiling, that smile that made your heart race with anticipation.

you leaned in, kissing the insides of her thighs, and she hummed. it was a gentle kiss, the kind that she needed after the day she had today, and it sent a wave of pleasure through her.

"such a good girl," she whispered, and your lips trailed higher, pressing against the clothed heat between her legs. she let out a soft moan, her hands finding your hair again to stop her legs from trembling.

you pressed a lingering kiss to the spot before pulling back, your gaze meeting hers. anora's eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and she looked so gorgeous; what kind of an idiot would raise their voice at her? oh, that's right... you did.

"ani," you murmured, looking up at her, pleading.

"i forgive you, baby," she breathed, pulling her underwear to the side, revealing her glistening pussy. you could see the desire in her eyes as she guided you closer, silently inviting you to continue. with a soft smile, you leaned in to fulfill her unspoken request, eager to make things right between you.

you kissed her again, harder this time, your tongue slipping between her folds, tasting her sweetness as she moaned softly in response. you kept going, your tongue circling her clit slowly, teasingly. you couldn't help yourself, not when she was this wet and not when you owed it to her.

her grip tightened on your hair, and you moaned against her, sending a shockwave through her body. you looked up at her once more, taking in the sight of her, the way her lips parted slightly, the way her chest rose and fell with every breath she took.

"more," she whispered, her hips rocking forward, covering your chin with her slick wetness. you obliged, increasing the pressure and speed of your movements, your hands digging in the back of her thighs, trying to pull her even closer to you.

you continued like this, listening to her soft moans and pleas until she was close. she tugged on your hair, trying to pull you away.

"wait," she gasped, "not yet."

you pulled back, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. "did i do something wrong?" you asked, suddenly worried.

"no," she breathed, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours, her hands still tangled in your hair. "it's just been a while, and i want your fingers." you smiled like an idiot, rising off your knees to kiss her for the first time that night.

her lips were soft, pliant, and you savored the taste of her on your tongue. "fuck, i missed you," you mumbled, her lips parting to let out a soft chuckle, falling against the bed with you in a tangle of limbs.

"me too, baby. now be good and finish what you started." you nodded eagerly, sliding a hand up under her shirt, your fingers grazing her skin until you reached her chest, cupping her breast in your hand, feeling her heartbeat quicken beneath your touch.

"i'll make you feel so good," you whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck as she arched into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "hurry," she urged, her voice breathless.

you slid your hand back down her body, tracing the outline of her curves before finally reaching your destination, sliding your middle finger into her pussy and feeling her wetness enveloping you. she gasped at the sensation, her hips instinctively moving against your hand as she whispered, "don't stop."

her head fell back, her fingers gripping the sheets when you added another finger, increasing the pressure and speed of your movements, your eyes locked on her flushed face, the way her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as she let out a moan, her back arching against the mattress.

you continued like this for a few minutes, watching her writhe underneath you, her hips rolling against your fingers. her moans were music to your ears, and the sight of her like this was enough to make you let out a low growl of satisfaction.

her breathing was labored, her hips bucking wildly, and you knew she was close. extremely close. her body tensed, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly that they were shaking, and her moans became louder and more desperate. you kept going, not letting up, ignoring the ache in your own hand.

"come for me, ani," you said softly, curling your fingers inside her, hitting that spot that drove her crazy. her moans grew louder, and her body stiffened, and then she finally reached her peak, letting out a loud cry of pleasure. "yes, fuck!"

you felt her walls clench around your fingers, pulsing with the force of her release. her head fell back against the pillow, and her body went limp, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

you watched her, mesmerized, not wanting to take your eyes off her for even a second.

you finally pulled out your fingers, bringing them to your mouth and sucking on them, tasting her sweet juices. her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at you, her expression softening.

"what candy did you buy?"

[purehoneyblossom]

astro obs.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Libras are always expected to give others something. Others always seem to look to them to give them their time, energy, love, affection, hell even their life. Of course they have issues with people pleasing because people naturally want to take take take from them. When they try to establish boundaries, all hell breaks loose leading them to never try to establish them again.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Speaking of Libra, I'm seeing a lot of posts about how *gay* we are lol Which made me wonder and think back on all the times I've had other women who I thought I was in true platonic friendships with fall head over heels in love with me and admit their true feelings to me. First time it happened I was literally in 4th grade.... How do we hetero Libras turn the gayness off or are y'all going off of what is stereotypically gay?

🤸🏽‍♀️ Libra rising are indecisive because when they make a hasty decision or impulsive decision, 9 times out of 10 it blows up in their face. Let them take their time dammit!

🤸🏽‍♀️ + libra rising kids not only experience bullying/jealousy/evil eye from their peers, they'll even experience it from full grown adults.

🤸🏽‍♀️ I saw someone mention that not liking 6th house synastry is because you enjoy toxicity in relationships...and I disagree. I think 6th house synastry depends on the type of relationship and the sign that it is in. For me, the 6th house works more for friendships and professional relationships rather than romantic relationships. As a straight woman, the sign my 6h is in is not ideal for a relationship for me due to other placements in my chart.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Furthermore, what synastry works for you best or what synastry you find to be most romantic is based on you and your chart. Don't let any of these "astrology girlies" pump your head up with bs just because it works for them.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Fellow scorpio placements (esp you scorpio suns) I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this, someone making you aware when you're exhibiting toxic/bad behavior does not equate to them being unloyal or betraying you. You need people around you that'll hold you accountable for the fucked up shit you do sometimes. No, it doesn't make them a snake or mean that they don't love you but my god, get a grip girl and be so motherfuckingly forreal.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Aquarius men aren't the challenge yall think they are... they're just detached. If that is not your style of love, move along.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Lilith energy is for women/feminines. If you are looking at Lilith through a synastry chart, the one who holds that power when it comes to how Lilith is placed is the feminine in the equation (if there is one). Men/masculines are subdued by Lilith. Not the other way around. For example, if a man's Lilith conjuncts a woman's Venus, he won't be able to use that power over her because he will not connect to it and will not know how to use it.

🤸🏽‍♀️ It is SO FUNNY when I read other observations on Libra placements. Its either we are mean girls/bullies or we are fake/people pleasers lmfao As someone with a lot of prominent Libra placements and influence, I have always had to deal with the fake allegations or the bitchy/intimidating mean girl allegations. Its like if we're not kissing ass we are the meanest bitches but if we are trying to make an effort to please everyone, we are people pleasing fake ass bitches 😆 I need y'all to pick a side and stay there when addressing Libras.

🤸🏽‍♀️ To say a venusian ruled person (Libra/Taurus suns, risings, venus) is a copy cat is laughable because they are the ones getting their swag stolen or having people wanting to be their friends to siphon their aura/vibe. Ex: Cleopatra a Taurus sun (Venus) had her "friend" copy her entire style/aesthetic.

🤸🏽‍♀️ I applaud the female/feminine Libras who have given up on pleasing others and have taken on the bitch allegations with pride because fuck these people. Y'all are weirdos who expect pretty women to fit into whatever box you feel like they should to appease your own self esteem. Seek help.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Degrees absolutely have effects on the natal chart and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! You might resonate more with whatever sign rules over the degree of your sign or rising rather than the actual sign that sit in those placements.

🤸🏽‍♀️ I saw someone say that a unevolved Sagittarius man is scared of sex........... while that could be true they are more often than not sexual deviants when unevolved.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Speaking of sagittarius, Jupiter ruled people quite literally NEED Jupiter to help them out and provide them with more luck than the rest of us because these people are the ultimate self sabotagers. They love trouble, they enjoy creating chaos often then not. And Jupiter is always there to put out the fires they start.

🤸🏽‍♀️ You can't really tell anyone what synastry is best for romantic relationships vs which ones you deem worse because at the end of the day it is all about preferences. If you like a familial feel to your relationships, you'll probably like 4th house synastry. However, if you're like me and come from a veryyyy dysfunctional family, 4h synastry will repulse you. So figure out your own vibe and what you like in a relationship and go from there.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Women with prominent sagittarius placements often are seen by outsiders as the "cool" or "fun" moms when really they can be verrrrrry neglectful towards their children. Ask me how I know lol

🤸🏽‍♀️ Saw someone say that Scorpio sun and moon placements can be backhandedly bully people and this is when I have to bring up the issues of generalization when y'all are making these "observation" posts. Any placement has the potential to be a bully. Literally any of them. However, why Scorpio sun and/or moon might stand out is because they can be LETHAL with their words (ex. Tia Kemp - Scorpio sun). Like they really know how to cut somebody up with their words and they are QUICK with it. Kind of like a scorpion with their tail. So be mindful and don't take it there with them if you can't keep up because you'll need therapy after they get done with you.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Scorpio moon women are either resenting other women or being resented by other women. It can go either way.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Gemini women are the ladies that look a mess 99% of the time and I like that about them.