#I can’t believe what im seeing. Because of their carelessness

[cyarsk52-20]

[caamboys]

What will your future spouse love about you?

pile 1-3

PILE ONE

🎶 blood orange - saint🎶

“ i like to see you live for more, you said it before, you wish id seen the saint you were before “

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what they like about you mentally?

they like that you’re curious, energetic and a bit careless when you talk. they admire that you allow yourself to be who you are unapologetically. your future spouse has a more rigid, contained approach to life. they view you as someone who doesn’t hold themselves back, who speaks and acts freely without restraint. something about this pile screams freedom, that is what they like about you personality wise. when you stand on what is right, and don’t hesitate to call out what is wrong. even if it causes strife or problems, they admire your ability to speak the truth and be yourself despite the pressure of society. they might like to bicker or tease you just so you guys can have banter together, they think it’s hot to see you be fierce for what you believe in. they like to debate with you.

what do they like about you physically?

something about your appearance or demeanor is otherworldly. you have a dreamy aspect to the way you look, sometimes when they look at you it feels surreal to them. you have an aesthetically pleasing ethereal vibe to the way you dress, or even look naturally. this pile might have sleepy eyes, or dark under eyes, or even dark eyes in general and they think that it’s hot. i see here theyre very attracted to you when you’re relaxed or in a state of calmness. im seeing someone sitting, with bed hair and sleep in their eyes, and your future spouse absolutely simping over it. another thing they will like is if this pile may have gone through some sort of transformation or change. they admire that about you as well. if you haven’t had any big transformation, they like when you take on different aesthetics and constantly switch up the way you dress or the makeup styles you do. you’ll go through multiple phases style-wise while you guys date and they’ll love it.

overall energy: pile one, I kept channeling so many different personality traits, so many different physical attributes. it was so hard to hone in one certain aspect they enjoy, because the next card would be describing a completely different energy. you have many different qualities your future spouse appreciates all the same. at first I was channeling them being attracted to you in a youthful energetic energy, then i started channeling them liking you when you’re in a darker energy. your future spouse just likes you overall lmao.

side note: you’re multidimensional and your future spouse is highly aware of this, and they admire you for it so don’t be afraid to show off all the sides of yourself. I love the polarity between what they prefer mentally versus physically. mentally they admire your more intellectually charged energy, while physically they like your dreamy relaxed energy. you can shapeshift around them! they like that lol

pile two

🎶ILLIT - Magnetic 🎶

🎶“This time i want You you you you, like it’s magnetic“

“ baby, you’re my crush, you’re my crush “ 🎶

what do they like about you mentally?

they love your optimism. either you or your future spouse has dealt with or currently deals with anxiety, depression or grief. they admire your ability to overcome dark things and continue to be hopeful and forgiving. you have a sense of mental peace in the midst of the all the anguish in the world, or even in the anguish in your life that they can’t help but find attractive. your ability to remain harmonious, kind and loving despite hardships around you is something they love. you have a sense of renewal, uplifting and raising things that were once low. it’s giving phoenix rising from the ashes. your ability to sacrifice darkness in order to create light is something they admire.

what they like about you physically?

pile two, your future spouse thinks your eye candy😭. I literally channeled the word “ trophy prize”. they think dating you is a once in a lifetime opportunity because youre so attractive. they loveeee your hair. some specific confirmation for this pile are curly hair, blonde hair, facial hair; if none of those resonate don’t mind that because hair in general is something they absolutely adore about you. they love your style, something about it gives effortless and confident to them. I just heard your future spouse feels proud walking next to you. another thing i channeled was age difference, so if you’re younger than them they like that about you, and if you’re older than them they like that too, any age gap in general just switch to what applies. another thing i heard is the way you walk, as if you’re walking on air. they like your legs. okay pile two whatever makes you feel more confident around them, whether it be a certain makeup look, a certain dress or outfit, the way you style your hair is KEY to their attraction. something you do that makes you feel confident, whatever that may be, is what will make them simp over you. i just keep hearing your confidence is so sexy to them. your future spouse definitely puts you on a pedestal.

overall energy: they love your LIGHT. this pile was very easy and breezy, and i feel like it’s reflecting you. when you’re in a happy, positive energy they feel like it radiates out of you. when you’re playful and lighthearted around your future spouse this what they love about you. this was such a cute read oh my gosh

side note: whoever your future spouse is, please reaffirm and validate to them you are NOT out of their league. like i previously mentioned they definitely put you on a pedestal, i would just hate the idea of them feeling unworthy or insecure because of how highly they view you. so give them some extra validation and compliments when you come across them.

pile three

🎶 get on your knees - Nicki Minaj ft Ariana Grande🎶

🎶“ baby just get on your knees “

“ say pretty please, say pretty please “🎶

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what do they like about you mentally?

I’m not gonna lie, pile three your future spouse is a little dark! & i think they’re attracted to the darkness within you. they don’t like things pure and clean, unlike like pile two they prefer things to be a bit heavier. they like when you’re obsessive or possessive over them. I think your spouse has very similar thought patterns as you, so it’s a balance and flow between the two of you. reciprocating what the other is giving out. the energy feels heavily attached to one another. they love your darker energy. they want to explore all of your kinks, and fantasies. this is kinda fucked up but 😭 they like it when you get jealous over them. like i said this energy feels heavily reciprocated so you guys could be the couple who enjoys teasing and making each other jealous. I don’t think it’s solely your future spouse who likes this dark energy, i think it’s you both sharing in it. that aside, they like how you’re relationship material, the way you view loyalty and commitment is attractive to them. they like to comfort you, and reassure you. they like when you think of them as your protector, your guardian.

what do they like about you physically?

height difference. you could be shorter than them, or taller than them but either way they love that about you. if you have round features, like a round face, or big round eyes they love that. im getting that your future spouse is incredibly attracted to your body. if you’re a woman, they really love your boobs. if you’re a man, they love your hands. I’m just getting something about your body shape. curvy or petite, they’re very attracted to your body shape. if you workout they love that about you. that aside, your future spouse thinks its incredibly cute to watch you think hard about something. I’m channeling someone staring off into the distance with a focused, scrunched up face as they ponder something, and your future spouse thinking “ they’re so adorable“ lmao. they think you’re cute when you get angry or irritated.

overall energy: this gives me such youthful,immature puppy love energy lmao! but it’s cute! your future spouse likes your clingy, possessive, and fiery traits. they like to see you get passionate about something, when you have a spark in your eyes.

side note: be careful of codependency in this relationship !! 🗿

[charliemwrites]

Part 5 of Obsessive!johnny

(CW: extremely dubious consent; I’d go so far as to say straight non-con. No violence. Please be safe, beans! 💕)

It’s your own fault - or no. That’s a dangerous way of thinking it not your fault. But you got complacent. Got desensitized to that looming sense of danger, the threat hiding in the shadow of his eyes. That little voice in the back of your head became background noise, not the guide it used to be.

All it took was a slip of your carefully crafted mask understanding Johnny’s “love” for you. Just one careless comment, a tone too honest.

You don’t even remember what you said now. Just that the feverish light in his eyes changed instantly. Like a shift in sunlight through colored glass. What frightened you was how his expression changed, shut down hard. His jaw tensing, brows going deceptively smooth.

“Is all this not enough for you?” he asks, taking big, measured steps towards you.

You start backing up, heart tripping over itself. “That’s not-“

“How many ways do you need me to prove it, hm?” he asks. “I’ve apologized a hundred times, bonnie, haven’t I? Is that not enough for you? I’m still not worth it to you?”

You put your hands up, all your carefully crafted and scripted responses fleeing in the face of this new, unfamiliar Johnny. He’s - he’s angry at you. Not because of you, or for you, but at you.

“I’ve been patient, haven’t I?” he continues, low voice wavering with something frightening. “Do you know how hard it is, seeing you cry for a life that wasn’t good enough for you? Do you have any idea how hard I’ve been trying?”

You swallow thickly, try to rally your scrambled thoughts. He just working himself up more and more and that voice that fell so quiet is screaming now. So loud it’s hard to make your mouth work.

“I-I know. I’m sorry,” you manage. “Im just… I lost my temper and said something I didn’t mean…”

His eyes narrow. “Oh, no, hen. I think you meant it.”

He up close to you now, barely a centimeter of space between your bodies. The heat of him is suffocating. You’ve never been so aware of how much bigger than you he is. It thrilled you when he’d loom over you at the bar, cocky confidence and easy smiles.

You meet his eyes.

And for a moment, he softens. You have the briefest golden flicker of hope.

And then he sighs. Deep and resigned. Your stomach flips.

“It’s my fault,” he mutters finally, shaking his head. “Haven’t been treating you right, have I?”

You don’t dare answer.

“Treating you like you’re one thing when you’re really everything.”

You open your mouth, try to speak, to reason with him. He just shushes you with a hand on your cheek, thumb pressing your lips closed.

“Always spoiling you like the princess you are, when sometimes you need to be treated like a slut.”

He jerk’s you around and shoves you onto the bed, plants a big hand between your shoulder blades and presses.

“Soap!”

“Hush up, baby, it’s alright. You don’t have to pretend to be all prim and proper,” he soothes, knocking your feet apart. “I don’t think any less of you for needing cock. Only natural.”

Your underwear rips like wet paper, accompanied by your high-pitched squeal of alarm. He makes a low, rough noise. Pure, animal lust. The fabric of his pants chafes against the backs of your thighs.

“Oh, there she is,” he purrs, “just like I thought.”

You cry out as rough fingers drag through your slit, gathering the slick you can’t believe is leaking from you.

“I’ve been so bad to you, bonnie, not treating you the way you need. No wonder you got all fussy and snappy.” The hazy thought that he might not he talking to you at all anymore burns through you. When you shift, trying to close your legs self-consciously, a sharp slap to your clit collapses your knees.

“We’re gonna set you right, babygirl,” he growls. “Won’t be able to worry your pretty little head anymore.”

He plunges two fingers into you without preamble. The stretch is vicious, but it doesn’t hurt. Not really. You’re too wet. Still, you scream - because Johnny’s spent so many hours playing with you, learning you, that he knows exactly where to press and curl and rub his fingers.

“Wait, wait,” you gasp, tears already collecting in your eyes because he’s being mean about it, twisting to grind his thumb against your clit. It’s too much, you’re not ready no matter what your body says. “Soap, don’t- ngh!”

“Gonna show you why you’re better off here. Right here. Gonna give this pretty cunt what it needs.”

The third finger is a stretch. You try to get away, try to crawl onto the bed to run, but he stomps a boot onto the chain around your ankle and flattens you to the mattress.

“Keep pretending if you want, baby,” he murmurs, “I know what you really need now.”

He’s withdrawing his fingers while you’re still pleading and babbling. You’re horrified to realize you don’t know if you want them back. It doesn’t matter though. Because Johnny’s cock is splitting you open before you can decide, thicker and longer than you’ve ever taken. He curses and groans as he pushes into you, inch by hot inch. Until you feel the fat leaking head tap at your cervix and he grinds, balls kissing your clit.

“T-too much!” you sob. “‘S too much!! Johnny, Johnny, please!”

Heat floods you as he shudders, hips jerking hard and rough. By your head, his fist is white-knuckled in the sheets.

“Did… did you just…?”

“Say my name again,” he snarls.

You blink wetly. “W-wha…?”

“Say. It. Again.” Each word punctuated by a brutal thrust. Something drips down your thigh.

“J-Johnny,” you keen, trying to beg for mercy.

“Jus’ like that.” He’s still hard. Still so fucking hard it’s like you’ve been edging him for hours. Like he didn’t just flood your poor pussy with cum.

“Been dreaming of you saying my name. Haven’t all this time,” he pants, rocking into you hard and fast. Any semblance of restraint is long gone. “Now I know why. Finally fuckin’ earned it. Gonna keep earnin’ it from now on.”

He fucks you so hard the bed leaves dents in the wall. Forces a hand beneath your pelvis to pinch your clit between two fingers and hurtles you shrieking into an orgasm. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause for a single beat. Just hitches your knee up onto the mattress and somehow fucks into your harder, faster, deeper. His fingers rub cruel circles into your oversensitive clit and you burn.

“No, no, wait, Johnny- ah! No, I’m gonna - it feels like-”

Wet heat gushes from you, spilling down your thighs, all over the bed and floor. You - you -

“Fuck, you squirted everywhere, good fuckin’ girl, princess.” He slows just a bit, presumably to appreciate the mess you’ve made. You’re too far gone on shock and awful pleasure to do more than sniffle and hiccup pathetically.

And then a death sentence.

“Do it again.”

[bcyhoods]

LOVEFOOL 💌 — “you feel like home to me” with tasm!peter PUH-LEASE I ALREADY KNOW IM GONNA GET EMOTIONAL

muah ha ha. angsty spidey is my favorite spidey, how did you know | 0.9k

warnings: injuries, brief mention of reader being used as leverage but no explicit/graphic detail

“I don’t know if I can do this, Peter.”

Your hand hovers over the scrape on his cheek when your gaze drops to the mask that’s clenched in his hand. He sits on the edge of your bed, looking up at you as you stand in between his legs.

He’s bathed in the dull, orange glow of your lamp. It highlights every welt, every cut, every matted strand of hair that sticks to the damp skin of his forehead. It makes your eyes sting.

“What do you mean? You’re a natural,” he says. His hand settles on your hip to give it a gentle squeeze. The gesture makes you believe for a second that he’s genuinely clueless.

But his eyes refuse to meet yours. The smile that he wears is uneasy as he wrings his mask.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

He hangs his head low. Guilt tightens its grip on his throat making it hard to breathe.

You were already well aware of his secret identity before you’d started dating. He warned you of the risks and used them to try scaring you away before you could break his heart. But you stayed. You stayed and, god, he was so glad you did.

Though, he blames his adoration for what happened to you.

He would keep a close eye on you to make sure you were safe. His routine neighborhood watch would consist of making sure you got to and from work safely, occasionally dropping by on your lunch breaks to check on you. He was careless, but he didn’t anticipate things would go south so quickly.

The guy wasn’t a super villain, nor was he anything special by any means, but he was observant. And why would Spiderman be visiting some random bodega cashier so often unless you meant something to him?

It was practically over as quick as it started. The guy couldn’t even finish demanding his ransom before Peter had arrived to web him to the ceiling. You escaped with a few injuries, the worst being a palm-shaped bruise on your wrist. But Peter was fuming.

You were used as bait. You were leverage against Spiderman because he’d been so reckless. You got hurt because of him. You were lucky this time, but there was no telling if that luck would run out and the thought terrified him. Despite your gentle words of reassurance, he had made up his mind.

He would never forgive himself if he lost you. So he broke it off.

“I know.”

It would’ve been easier if you didn’t see each other after that. You think you’d feel differently if you weren’t frequently in his presence, nursing him back to health. Maybe if you didn’t exchange longing gazes and soft touches that were reserved for people that are more than friends. If he didn’t look at you like you held his heart in your hands, maybe you’d be stronger.

“Why do you keep coming back here?” He feels his chest tighten at the crack in your voice, even more so when you push his hand away.

“You leave your window open,” he whispers.

A scoff falls from your lips and you turn your back to him to wipe away the rogue tears that run down your face. He stares at your figure with a frown and hands that ache to reach out for you.

Peter Parker then decides he doesn’t want to be a hero. Heroes can’t afford to be selfish and put their own happiness above the wellbeing of others. Being with you would jeopardize your safety. It’d be selfish of him. He could never be with you like he wanted, craved, so long as he wore that suit. Can’t he have both?

He’s exhibited enough altruism to last him a lifetime, anyway. Certainly it was enough to hold you just for one night.

“I just needed to see you,” he sighs, voice meek.

“Peter, I think you should—”

“There’s never a day that I don’t think about you,” he interjects. He doesn’t exactly know when he started to cry. Suddenly his eyesight was blurry and he couldn’t breathe through his nose.

“Please.” The word pushes out like a sob. Your hand shoots to clamp over your mouth to hush the whimpers, but he can hear them.

“I’m serious, I…” He stands and moves to put his hands on your shoulders. His mask is forgotten on the floor. “Being away from you, it makes me feel crazy. Like I can’t breathe.”

“Don’t say that.” You turn in his hold to shrug his hands off, but you don’t try too hard. A sob racks through your chest once more when you see his pained expression. His nose is red and his cheeks are wet and his brows are sewed together. “Don’t tell me that, just go home,” you plead.

“You feel like home to me!” There’s a humorless laugh that accompanies the confession, it’s one of frustration. But the softness in his glassy eyes is unmistakable and it makes you melt under his stare.

“Please don’t cry,” he begs with a deep frown. He reaches to hold your face in his hands as he wipes the tears from under your eyes. The material of his gloves is rough and pulls at your skin uncomfortably, but you can’t help leaning into his touch.

He crowds your being. He towers over you so closely that you can feel his bated breath fanning your skin. You reach to hold onto his forearms, letting your eyes close to revel in the closeness. Peter presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, then to each of your cheeks, then your nose. He stops short of your lips.

“Say the word and I’ll leave. You know I will.”

“Don’t go,” you concede.

You’re not really sure what repercussions this will have tomorrow morning. You can’t really bring yourself to care when he kisses you.

[oddussy420]

hello hello ☺️ this is about the actress reader x security guard Miguel bit you wrote:

I’m thinking about how they met, how reader was so kind and open with everyone on the first set, talking to everyone including the security guards. Miguel was surprised since all the other actresses never really paid attention to the staff, but you went out of your way to be kind to everyone.

Eventually you realised you needed more practice and like a good friend, Miguel offered to help. He is terrible at running lines but he cooks dinner every time you go over so you can’t complain. Or maybe you should because the scene you’re playing is so romantic and full of tension you’re not sure if Miguel is even trying to act.

When you tell him about the gala he makes sure he’s working that event (not realising you would have asked him to go with you) so you show him your outfit and he matches you. Perhaps he spends the rest of the gala trying to find you, leaving his post and wandering around. Is his carelessness a security breach, or is it finally his chance to tell you how he really feels?

Sending lots of inspiration your way with absolutely no pressure to do anything with it ☺️

This is so cuteeeee. Thank you for the ask

You affect him with everything you do and you dont even know it. He doesnt know how youre so famous but youre still so human. Every interaction with your fans just shows your kindness and hes one of the few people that sees you behind closed doors and he knows how kind you are.

When he first started working around you his first thought was “oh great. Another spoiled selfish egotistical actress who thinks the world revolves around them” he learned from past jobs to not make eye contact or physical contact with any of the elite. In his mind there are two different worlds the rich and famous and everyone else. He thought you were gonna be like everybody else hes ever worked for.

The first event he worked he was assigned to be your personal security guard. He was in the back of the limo sitting across from you, recalling all of his training when you spoke to him. Not any sort of command or request or rules as to how he should act either. A genuine honest to god question. “So whats your name?” I guess that should just go to show how hes treated in his day to day life that such a simple everyday question would break his persona so quickly.

But a part of him thought that it was a fluke and to think nothing of it so he responds with his name. Then you ask another question than another question then another until you are both having a decent conversation. I mean he cant believe it THE A list y/n l/n known for the worlds most critically acclaimed movies and tv shows is chatting to him.

You constantly remind him to not call you by your first and last name. Even a nickname would be acceptable. He would do anything for you. Big or small. Whether it be carrying your purse or giving you a piggyback ride bc you broke your heel. He is happy to do it. He was even happier when you hired him as your exclusive and sole bodyguard. He was gonna ask you anyway but was afraid youd say no.

Thats all i got for tonight. Lmk if you want anymore parts or even if you enjoyed this one. I love hearing from people!! You guys are never a burden and i will always make time for yall <3 sorry for getting sappy im just emotional and probably pmsing rn anyway byeeee 😘😘

[raisedbythetv89]

Buffy has always been VERY intelligent and clever. She’s a quick thinker and very resourceful.

When Anya becomes a vengeance demon again Buffy doesn’t take action against her until she causes a massacre that also traumatizes a young girl so can we PLEASE stop this narrative of Buffy just easily and carelessly deciding to kill Anya?

Because not only was it not a quick and easy decision HER GOAL WAS NEVER TO KILL HER THAT’S WHY SHE GRABBED A SWORD SHE KNOWS SWORDS DONT KILL VENGEANCE DEMONS AS IS ESTABLISHED IN SEASON 6!!!!!

She recognized self destruction after heartbreak because of her own and Willow’s in season 6 and she knew talking with Anya would get her NO WHERE just like Spike trying to talk her out of turning herself in to the police when she thought she killed katrina because she believed she deserved to be punished and trying to reason with dark willow was completely pointless

She uses the fight to force Anya to confront the reality and what the consequences will be if she continues down this path while ensuring this fight won’t actually kill her. Buffy knows she can’t ignore this and she can’t waste time struggling with the decision of whether or not to kill her because she did that with Angel and so many more people died in the process.

BUFFY IS GROWN!!! SHE HAS LEARNED FROM ALL HER EXPERIENCE AND MISTAKES AND IT SHOWS!!!!!! But everyone is so used to her TORTURING herself over these kinds of decisions they’re unable to recognize she has gained the wisdom and experience to act instinctively and decisively even when no one else agrees because SHE KNOWS it’s right and that is always proven to be true!!!!!! She is finally not letting a bunch of people who are not the slayer tell her how to be the slayer because she never should have been listening to anyone else in the first place. She’s proven to be right time and time again with Spike, Anya, Caleb and y’all still are doubting her….. SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE IS DOING!!!!! AND IT ALWAYS ENDS UP BEING THE RIGHT CALL!!!!!!! How anyone can watch her owning her shit as a leader and a slayer clearly demonstrating the last 6 years of suffering weren’t for nothing as she is now confident in herself and her judgement and think she’s heartless or stupid or careless or biased I just CANT. USE YOUR BRAINS!!! LOOK AT THE ENTIRE CONTEXT OF THE SHOW IM BEGGING YOU FOR THE SAKE OF MY SANITY

It’s also the perfect way to show xander how cruel and heartless him always telling/shaming/guilting her to kill angel is at the same time. He finally got a taste of his own medicine and he couldn’t handle it even a little. She showed what a fucking hypocrite he’s always been because everyone else? If you love someone who’s done evil you’re a horrible person and they need to die but if it’s someone HE loves it’s different even though Anya has definitely caused more deaths than angel and spike combined and was forced to be good rather than it being her own choice and went BACK to being evil of her own free will after he actually fucked up and caused all of this in the first place while never taking any blame himself even though he blamed buffy for angel and spike’s actions any chance he could even the ones directed at her when the blame never lied with her in the first place

Y’all see a woman not torturing herself over every little thing and being confident and you’re like wow what a cold heartless bitch and that’s GROSS and just absolutely reeking of misogyny

[heavenlyfay3]

Workplace grievance

By Sawyer-summary: you haven’t been doing your best at work and get a “scolding” by your bosses bosses boss the ceo Mr. O’Hara

miguel x reader

warnings:smut, p in v, dubcon, spanking, power dynamic!!

You’ve been messing up at work and by “messing up” you mean fucking up your reputation and acting as if you don’t want a job at all. you’ve been making careless mistakes, arriving late, slacking off, yesterday you even yelled at a highly valued client. it’s not like you were trying to get fired you just haven’t been in the mood to deal with anyone and that’s basically what your job is dealing with people. Today you got called to your manager’s office immediately after you sat down at your desk knowing exactly what you were in for.

“I can’t let stuff like this slide y/n we almost lost a client!” your manager yelled at you

“I know I know and I’m sorry I promise it won’t happen again,” you said pleading to keep your job

“yea well sadly for you it’s out of my hands,” he says sitting down with a tired look on his face

“What do you mean out of your hands?” you ask confused

“you have to go speak with Mr O’Hara y/n” your manager said with a sympathetic look on his face

you’d never met the CEO of the company you figured he was like a unicorn or something that only allowed you to see it when it wanted. you’d only heard rumors about him no one was dumb enough to fuck up to the point where they had to go talk to him

you were in the elevator that opened directly to his secretary’s desk and then to his office you were nervous your whole body was shaking thinking about all the things that could go wrong about how you were definitely getting fired and never getting a job again becoming homeless begging on the streets like Squidward in that episode of SpongeBob.

the elevator doors opened and you immediately felt like you were gonna throw up your breakfast you looked to his secretary for some kind of hope or reassurance and all she said was “Through the brown doors honey” With a dead grin on her face you stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the doors saying thanks to his secretary you stood in front of his doors for about a minute before finally working up the courage to knock

“Come in” you heard his voice and it sent shivers through your body you took a deep breath opened the door and walked “Mr.O’Hara?” you said in the smallest voice afraid to make too much noise

he didn’t say a word just pointed to the chair in front of his desk telling you to take a sit and you did that immediately “You understand why you’re here right?” he said in a stern voice

“yes, yes sir but I-“ he stops your words “you know yelling at that client was over the line don’t you?”

“yes, Mr. O’Hara I do I’ve just been under a lot of stress, and im so so sorry please forgive me!”

“I can do that. but punishment is due, y/n” he says looking a Your breasts through the three buttons you lefts open on your blouse“Yes I understand I'll go clear out my desk,” you say slowly getting up from your chair tears filling your eyes

“Why are you doing that?” he asked. You turned back at him confused “Come here next to me” you do as he says standing next to the chair that he sits at behind his desk anticipating his next move

He immediately pulls you over his lap by your arm you’re not even able to protest or get a word out because as soon as your torso hits his thighs he’s lifting your skirt above your ass

A look of shock crosses your face as you feel yourself being pulled across his lap and him lifting your skirt. he moves your panties between your cheeks and places his palm flat on one cheek

“or would you rather lose your job?” he asks in a time that makes you melt “No sir i-i want to keep my job,” you say not exactly prepared for whats about to happen but exited nonetheless “I thought so”

You gulp, your body shaking as you feel his hand on your bare ass cheek. you can hardly believe what's happening, but your mind is a mess and if you resisted you would lose your job and it’s not like you wanted to resist anyway.

while in your thoughts he slapped your ass hard. Your body jolts on his lap the feeling sending a heat radiating through your body to your surprise a loud gasp more like a moan left your mouth.

“This is what happens when you don’t do you job” he says slapping your ass again on the same cheek “you think girls that do their jobs correctly get punished like this?” he says slapping it again “n-no sir” the slaps hit harder and harder each time sending heat to your core making you soaking wet you let out moans you never even knew you could make.

He gives your ass another slap before looking down at your wet cunt “Are you wet right now, love?” embarrassed by the mess you made of yourself you stay silent hoping he’ll just ignore it.

He slaps your ass again and you let out a soft moan again his fingers start touching your wet pussy and he pushes your soaked panties to the side revealing the puffy lips of your pussy begging to be fucked. You let out a surprised gasp When he does this your breath shallows and your heart starts raising

he pushes his middle finger in your hole and uses his other hand to slap your ass again “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, baby” he says with a sly grin on his face looking down at you. Your body tenses at this new feeling of his finger inside you

He adds another finger and starts pumping them in and out of you at a slow pace teasing and antagonizing you and making you squirm in frustration “You’re being such a good girl for me now Why couldn’t you do that before huh?” his words alone do something to you making you feel butterflies in your stomach. You cover your mouth to try and suppress the filthy moans coming from your mouth

He takes both fingers out and starts slapping your pussy lightly your moans only start to get louder as your entire body starts shaking as you feel a wave of pleasure building up inside you. Your eyes are glistening with excitement and pleasure. your breathing coming in gasps as you try to fight back the urge to beg for more “oh god…please”

“Stand up and bend over my desk baby” he says taking both hands away from your body as soon as he tells you what to do you stand up and bend over his desk. He stands up behind you and presses his bulge into you so you can feel how hard his huge cock is “ See what you do to me?”

A small moan leaves your mouth as you feel him pressing into your swollen lips. You feel a cool breeze and hear him unbuckle the belt of his pants and just as you hear that his hard cock is pressing into your hole. “Fuuuck your tight” you can barely think, your entire world reduced to the sensation of his thick member invading your tight pussy. You can feel every inch of him as it slides in and out of you, your body shuddering uncontrollably as the wave of pleasure grows stronger.

He sucks air through his teeth and sighs right after from how good you feel “God i might give you a promotion for this pussy!”

you try to hold back your slutty moans, but it’s difficult to contain your excitement as you feel his hard cock sliding back and forth inside you. You gasp loudly as another wave of intense pleasure rolls through you, your whole body shaking as you feel yourself getting close to climaxing.

He starts fucking you hard into his desk pushing you against it “yea that’s right baby cum on my cock” he says groaning with each thrust

At this point, you can't suppress the slutty moans coming from your mouth as your body starts to tremble your hands clutching at the edge of his desk as you begin to lose control. The feeling of being filled by his cock pushes you over the edge as you scream out loud “Fuck, Mr.O’Hara!” your juices gushing out around his cock as you cum

“Fuck baby good job!” he doesn’t let up after you cum fucking you even harder you try to catch your breath as you feel him fucking you even harder, his cock slamming into your sensitive flesh over and over again. You can barely hold onto the edge of his desk as you try to keep up with his pace, your legs shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure grows stronger.

He cums inside you as he grips your hips digging his thumbs into your back and his thrusts become slow and deep hitting all the right spots “Oh my god that’s so good!”

your eyes roll back in your head as you moan loudly, your pussy tightening down on his shaft as you orgasm once more. your body shaking wildly as you cum again, your juices spill all over his desk and you struggle to stay conscious.

“Shit baby!” he says slapping your ass one last time you pants heavily, your body limp as you try to catch your breath. you feel a slight pain in your ass as he slaps you one last time, but you can’t help but smile as you think about how good that just felt. you turn and lie on your back to look up at him, your eyes filled with lust as you reach down to touch your sore cum-filled pussy

“Who said you could touch your pussy?” He says grabbing your face and pulling you up so you can lean back on your hands “Sorry sir” you say looking up at him with lust filled eyes telling him you want more

“Tell me what you want y/n,”

a/n:Ending it here cuz i don’t want it to be too long and i might do a part 2 if it doesn’t flop

[kitcat992]

Identity Within︱Chapter 12 - Wedding Crashers (PREVIEW)

“No!”

Peter’s shoes came to a screeching halt against the parking garage pavement. Any harder and he was sure they would’ve caught on fire.

“No, no — c’mon, no!” His index finger tapped relentlessly and repetitively against the device, practically smashing his bone against the already cracked screen — if his outburst caused more damage along the way, he honestly wouldn’t have known. “You had enough juice left to turn on! C’mon, turn on!”

As many times as Peter tried, the little bit of ghost power he managed to capture was all but gone. It didn’t matter what button he pressed, how long he pressed it for, how many times he smashed his fist against the screen — definitely causing a crack that time.

“Turn on again, please turn on again, please please please just turn on again!”

The parking garage captured his voice in an echo.

It was the only response to his plea.

Peter ran a shaky hand through his hair, careless to how the fidget in his fingers messed up the style he had perfectly created earlier that morning. A large strand fell in front of his eyes; undoing hours of work and almost blocking his view of the black screen from the device held in his hand.

The reflection of his face against the dead cell phone was almost enough to make him say a very, very bad word.

This was not good.

This was not good at all.

“Oh, Mr. Stark’s going to kill me.” Peter threw his head back with a groan that rattled every rib bone in his chest. And yet still, not even that was enough to vocalize how bad things were.

Bad was running late for Mr. Stark’s wedding — a wedding that over a year ago he would’ve never dreamed to be invited to, let alone be a part of the ceremony. Bad was running even more late because he couldn’t find where the groom’s suite was, and bad was needing the bride to walk him there, inducing an amount of embarrassment he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover from.

Bad was even forgetting how to dress his tie — but this?

Losing Mr. Stark’s wedding rings?

Peter’s face grimaced tight enough that his eyes squeezed shut and his eyelids felt like were starting to rip apart. Mr. Stark had made those wedding rings. He couldn’t believe he lost those rings, the same rings he watched Mr. Stark personally handcraft — handcraft with material that wasn’t exactly something he could pick up at any ‘ol store, as if the rings could be easily replaced and remade.

The thought was harsh enough that Peter could feel his teeth ground even harder together.

He knew those rings came from the arc reactor that got Mr. Stark home from Afghanistan.

He knew all about how Pepper was the one to insist Mr. Stark keep it, turning it into a memento that stayed with them throughout the duration of their relationship.

During their first lab nights together, Peter would always catch eye of it across Mr. Stark’s workshop, in awe of what he got to see in person — always noticing how the lights created a glare against the words that were encased safely inside a glass box — ‘Proof That Tony Stark Has A Heart’ always on display, up until now.

He had to find those rings.

“Okay, I have like….twelve minutes to figure this out. I just need to find whatever room Ms. Potts was in, and then retrace my steps from there.” Peter squeezed his phone tightly, while his other hand scratched roughly at his head — any hopes of maintaining his hairstyle long gone by now. “This can’t be too hard, right? I just gotta remember which direction May went before we split up…”

While the parking garage was barely a minute’s walk to the cathedral, Peter knew once he got back to the church, any direction could lead him just about anywhere. He’d already wound up lost in the building before, now he didn’t have a single second to waste finding his way around the building.

The parking garage went one of two ways. Peter looked left, then right, then left again, before—

—a sharp tingle sent goosebumps throughout his skin—

— Peter spun around, instinctively, impulsively, without thought—

“—sleeeeeeeeeepppp.”

A hand yanked at the back of his head, tugging at his hair, forcing him still as something pressed firmly against his mouth — sealed around his mouth, leaving no room for fumes to escape anywhere else but inside the depths of his lungs.

Peter’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his knees slowly sank to the ground, eventually collapsing onto the pavement; with the hold he had on his cell phone growing weak and lax, until it fell away from him completely.

His vision went as black as the cracked screen of his phone.

[prettyrealm]

interview series: doja cat edition

July 27th 2023

doja cat’s current energy:

she’s feeling very affectionate and nurturing right now (i’m assuming towards her relationship/partner) she’s also not taking any sort or criticism nor is she interested in any sort of self reflection at the moment. she feeling herself for sure & feels accepted by the people that matter most to her and that’s what she’s focusing on. people thinking they can criticize her is causing her to be super rebellious and she feels as if she’s claiming personal her authority with the way she’s acting. she feels as if everyone and everything is working against her and out to get her. it’s like she’s right to feel “controlled” but at this point she’s fighting for fighting’s sake. like even if you’re agreeing with her, you’re doing it wrong. she’s trusting her impulses and acting on them and she refuses to let anyone throw her back into self doubt. if im being honest, it feels a bit manic. i think she’s being quite patient in her relationship as well and things aren’t actually going as well as she hoped. she sees the man in her life right now as very careless and irresponsible, not very dependable and even a bit disappointing but she wants to stick by him despite this. i think she’s also still dealing with betrayal from a friend.

does doja cat really hate her music from hot pink and planet her?

no, she doesn’t actually hate her music from these albums. i think she’s just tired of it and is only saying she hates it because everyone else likes it so much. contrarian vibe, but she knows it’s good. i think it’s more about the unhappy emotions she attaches to the music from that time.

is doja cat acting up to get her label to drop her because she doesn't like her contract?

nope.

how does doja cat feel about her fans right now?

she feels the need to disrupt them and get things shaking. it’s like she thinks “my real ones will stay regardless” almost like she’s purging out the fakes. she feels very strongly about them (genuinely love to hatred) and knows they gave her power and she can do whatever she wants with it now (including cuss them out) she feels they need to learn to be their own people and that they’re too superficial and can’t see beyond the surface. she does feel safe for the most part though and as if she can see who’s truly devoted and a fan of her for (what she thinks) are the right reasons

was doja cat ever bullied for being black/biracial?

yes, she definitely was.

did doja cat’s mother contribute to her issues with blackness?

yes, I believe so. not on purpose or in a malicious way or anything though. it seems she just genuinely didn’t know how to raise a biracial/black child, but i think tried her best? there was A LOT of struggle here though.

how does doja cat feel about j.cyrus right now?

she feels he will overcome everything people are throwing at him and she feels he’s quite confident. she wants them to come out of this strong. she feels he deserves a new start.

how does doja cat feel about fans reaction to her dating j.cyrus?

she feels miserable and a bit devastated and i think that may be what caused her to adopt this whole “idgaf” attitude about the whole thing. but in reality, i think she may even have shed tears over this. she knows this is attached to her forever and may even feel insecure in her friendships because of it. she knows people are looking at her like she’s a terrible person.

how does doja cat feel about the allegations against j.cyrus?

i think she thinks he’s been honest and faithful and is choosing to trust in him during this time. i don’t think she even believes in the allegations, she’s choosing to be naive, thoughtless & rash when it comes to this and honestly, straight up stupid. she’s upset about the allegations overall though.

[livingincolorsagain]

hello dear! so for the asks game:

1. My favorite fic of yours: favorite choices and rough surfaces

2. My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours: a close call but chapter 4 of careless whisper has my heart

3. The best character you've written for: sam and bucky I'm not choosing. you write them both perfectly

4. The best ship you've written for: sambucky duh

5. A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to: none obviously. (can you say the same, a? can you?)

6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics: TOO MUCH. bucky's monolgue from ch4, they chase the sun like i chase you sunshine, it was dangerous, they both have their scars, sam stopped caring about those a long time ago. how do you think i notice all those little recurring details

7. What made me the most emotional after reading: I don't recall exactly the chapter but you should. it's the careless whisper chapter thay physically pained me I couldn't reread it again immediately. also ch4 again and deadly kiss. you make me cry a lot a

8. What I like the most about your writing: man i fucking love it all. your attention to details, your descriptions, your poetic lines. your deep understanding of the characters, how you say soo much with one simple line. how you set the scene wonderfully, foreshadowings and callback. i love everything

9. A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting: obviously careless whisper

10. A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them: sarahrhoedy. i never even considered the possibility but now they consumed me

11. Something I wish/hope you write: god I hope you don't take this as pressure but it's gotta be the soulmates au

12. A fic of yours that i've re-read: so many deadly kiss, i replay every embrace, I'm blanking but you know the ones. i think i reread most of them anyway

13. If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else: to anyone who'd listen. uhh i think i did before yes

14. A fic I didn't expect to like so much: favorite choices obviously. and you know why! but dammit that fic is a masterpiece and i adore it so much. made me tear up

15. Aquestion I have about one of your fics: hmmm I always ask the questions as soon as i think of them. let's seeee. do you think you'll make a playlist for careless whisper and share it with us? both songs you used as titles and ones that remind you of it.

okay that's it now if there are typos ignore them im sleepy. byeee <3

hey! hello! omg! I can’t believe you answered all of them omg 😭

not even gonna tag the fics because that’s basically all of them, so instead gonna tag my ao3.

from this list

I don’t even know what to say, I just keep rereading every answer and beaming. Gonna try to say something anyway tho!

2. Chapter 4 of careless whisper also has my heart. The confrontation scene between Sam and Bucky especially is very important. Also I was really happy with the song choice and how it’s echoed throughout the chapter. (I go back and forth between how I feel about my writing in the chapter, but it’s always special to me and ultimately I’m happy with it)

5. No you can’t say that! Have you read my ronarry stuff? No, you didn’t. (Okay and neither can I, but not the point)

6. gonna cry actually. brb

7. That would be chapter 5! I very vividly remember you reading it for the first time and our very emotional conversation afterwards. (Sorry for making you cry a lot)

8. (another crying break) omg you have no idea how much this means to me. thank you so much baby <333

10. sarahrhodey for the win!

11. one day. i promise. it deserves to see the light of day

14. it’s still absolutely crazy to me how much you like that fic. i didn’t even think you’d read it and you not only read, it’s one of your favourites now. man

15. I think I might, yes. Maybe towards the end.

[shesallalone]

Rant I wrote directed towards my mom because I can’t talk to her about it or it will turn into a massive fight, posting it here for therapeutic reasons

11-10-24

I relapsed and she let me and they watched and they turned a blind eye and I begged for there help and i told them I was sick and the things they said hurt and they yelled at me, told me I was a miserable person and that it’s my fault and I just wanted someone to sit with me and talk with me and now I want to get better but they do have the power over me because I love them and the things they say matter and if they didn’t i wouldn’t care for them because that’s just me and how I love. There’s no fixing that, there’s nothing broken about that any more then the way I like to paint or my favorite pair of shoes. Why is it only personality when it’s benefiting their environment, and it’s disease when they can’t find the way to live with me, love me when they don’t understand me.

I understand them. I try too. I feel guilt when I hurt them and listen. I don’t butcher their words. I beat myself up over things I say and actions I regret and I know I’m not a perfect person . But im told to stay quiet and let my emotions overtake me. That’s what I use to do. That was how I lived for so long that all those pent up emotions twisted inside me until my brown was able to convince me I’d not deserved to speak. That if I did anything for myself even eat or shower or buy a shirt that I would need to be punished.

I want my mommy

I want my mommy

I want my mommy

I want my mommy

Why don’t they love me?

Why can’t they see me? I am so deeply sunken in my own love hope to give and it burns me and my skin and my lungs.

I’m not my sickness i am not my worst days but I will become that if all I’m shown is how disappointed they all are by me .

I’m not strong enough to give anymore to this

I am too strong to surrender to the environment and too weak to leave.

I’m sorry please come out and sit with me on the couch and tell me it’s going to be okay.

Please don’t say the words I’ve told you trigger my panic attacks because you have a moment of overstimulation

And please don’t be mad at me for feeling this way anymore. I want you to be happy. I want to be happy but it hurts I understand you i promise and I don’t want you to feel the way you do. I just want to feel proud of my self for something but I can’t. Nothing to me will ever be good enough for me and I think I got that disappointed from you. Please I don’t want to be here on my own anymore. But I can’t trust someone who will love me 1 second and then trigger my relapse the next.

Please please please please please I’m in so much pain please I every day I want to be happy. It’s not about roles or age or anything. We both only have one life please can we comprise so I don’t lose mine because my chest hurts all the time, my teeth are gritted down and soft and my bodies covered in scratches from my own nails I don’t remember giving myself. I can’t go back to 2022 i need you to help me though this I am sorry I know you’re tired and angry at your mother just like me. but I can’t go back 2021 either as much as I want to. No one misses her more then I do although you know it’s hard to believe because you say I’m the only one who has the power to change that, I don’t have that power, I’m drained from the fighting mom please.

I want to eat so bad but I can’t because my body won’t get off the couch and I need to wash it off but it will feel like today is over if I stand before you tell me everything is okay, but the harsh reality is today is over because you’re fast asleep and I need to be at work for my 12 hour shift in 4 hours, no food and no rest and my skin is oily and smells.

Why did I have to grow up?

Why am I so scared to let new people in?

Maybe then I wouldn’t be alone right now. I’d be clean and careless, tucked in my bed with food in my stomach, Ollie curled by my feet. I’d be happy to wake up instead of the dread in my stomach that I know there will have to be morning, who will skip lunch? Who will skip school? Will the dogs be fed? Will I have a ride home? I stumble at work and I make a mistake and I look stupid again. No one thinks I’m capable and I let them condescend me because it wasn’t correct although I knew how to do it.

I don’t know if they actually think I’m stupid or it’s in my head. I go back and forth on what I’ve heard

Mom please stop hurting me. I don’t cry and question to hurt you. I will give you whatever you want. I can’t not worry about other people it’s just how I am please accept me instead of resenting me and then telling me that’s not who I am

It is mom please If it’s not I don’t know who I am and it’s scary and I’m unprepared for living

Because how am I suppose to find a career a partner move out anything if you are telling me these feelings, the way I move the way I love is incorrect, it’s fake, it’s part of my illness when I know what changed after I got sick and I know what parts of me stayed the same just got more verbal and these have been here for a while. I just figured I’d lose them once I grew up. I thought you hated them because they were childish, but it’s not my Childishness. It’s my love, my sense of justice my empathy and you despise me mom I’m sorry if you could understand these are real instead of avoiding them maybe you’ll finally see me and we can be happy

I’m sick of begging for you to love me mom and I know you think you do but ive been happy with you but I’ve never felt loved a full day in my life. And if I told you this right now you’d call me selfish , but I’m not asking you to change, just to stop asking me too. Please. I want you to love me as much as you love my sisters. I’m sorry if you don’t agree with me mom please I’m not making this up it’s how I feel I’m sorry I’m difficult and I’m sorry I got sick so many times in so many ways and it was scary and stressful and I’m sorry I burnt you out and you had to do all those things to help me. Please don’t resent me I’ll do what ever I can.

Please don’t ask me to do things that will cause me to relapse

I hope I’m not still like this in the morning

Please just believe me, please don’t be angry please please please

[cyarsk52-20]

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Oh wait I’ll check on the Noel noa color thing but also FRENCH FLAG LMFAOOOOOO im crying that’s too funny to me you should just use that regardless of character color Edit: ok yeah no character color specification so FRENCH FLAG IT IS

LMAOO otoya fr would be tweaking “you like the fucking donkey suit more than my sheen costume???”

SHSHSH welp either way character development yk!!! HAVE FUNNNNN but yess I’ve got some halloweekend plans to go out with some friends!! Our group decided on the power rangers LOL so we’ll be doing that I can’t say I can see myself having an event that’s on Mira lore levels but very excited anyways LMAO

True…at least the additional times are popping off….anyways….

Trueee the art style has changed so much LOL plus now that barous more established as Isagis rival im sure they’ll yassify him

I agree especially in the manga lately the eyes are getting huge LMAOO but relatively they are larger but not to a point where I really noticed or let it bother me tbh I think ops eye style is weird but whatever I guess

LMAOAOAOA atp we’re gonna cycle through all the other characters and get converted after their miraverse debuts bllks just gotta trust the process and let Shidou find their soulmates with his antennae LMAOOOO

YES THAT LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENED LMFAOOOOO to date you’re still the only one I ever sent something too either because some people had requests closed or I just wasn’t feeling like I had the balls for it at the moment oops but yeah anyways I haven’t seen AS many Karasu cameos recently but maybe if I find a good one I’ll try another but real glad we’re staying strong!! Also real x2 familial/platonic Barou is SOOO GOOD I LOVE pursuit Barou unironically maybe my fav version wait ikwym though I think I’m the same where I wouldn’t actively wish for Barou to be the male lead and get the romantic plot but Karasu on the other hand…so real for otoya though he’s definitely grown a LOT on me too!! WAITTT OTOYA PURSUIT VERSION??? No way…I would’ve never imagined it being for otoya at first that’s crazy but this is where the side stories/spin offs have their time to shine LMAOO nagi main and then side story branches problem solved but yeah swerving is a struggle because at the same time I feel like having the side characters all be opps would make it less enjoyable too if you just hated the rest of the cast LMFAO

Omg our 1/3 year anniversary?!?! Wow wait I can’t believe it’s been that long this is crazy but YES spread the closeted loser otoya agenda!!! Maybe we’ll get less cheater fics of him because of bfb!!! OH YEAH that giant rec post LOL I did giggle reading seabird though the banter and mini beef was really funny no fr if sae was like that I could see myself converting but alas

The perfect balance between meme and hot edit >>> careless whisper unironically one of my fav audios at this point third selection/u20 yuki in my head forever and always also speaking of the way he’s still benched in the manga….

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO CAN YOU IMAGINE I DID A GRADIENT WITH THE FRENCH FLAG TOO 😭😭😭 idt ibispaintx lets you do that with the free version but it would be hilarious 😫 anyways i always forget noa is french for some reason HAHA maybe because he coaches bm which is a german club OKFJDJD but yeah we may have to go with french flag blue then (or maybe a color will drop by the time i get to that req)

HELPP IMAGINE OTOYA IS SEXY SHREK (somehow) and this is karasu:

the entire time his expression is just like 😒😒😒 because he did NOT want to be the donkey but it was that or lord farquaad but that would’ve entailed having to pretend to be shorter than otoya the whole night and he couldn’t handle that (i’d still take him dressed like that ngl)

POWER RANGERS IS SO CUTE I HOPE YOU HAD FUN!! and that you stayed safe and nothing too crazy happened LFJDJS

the art style has improved sm it’s so crazy to look back at the earlier chapters of the manga and see the difference in all of the characters especially barou nagi and isagi!! those three look the most improved i think LDJDJS but fr the additional times have been slaying they’re my fav parts of the episodes

HELPPP not us turning every bllk opp into wingmen 😭😭😭 tbf shidou was never really an opp though he was just irrelevant kinda like aiku so ig the promotion makes sense 🧐 but so true who’s next…wingman chigiri or smth…chigiri set me up with nagi PLEASE

OADJSHSN FEELING HONORED can’t believe i was your first/only request 🙏🏻 i haven’t been seeing much karasu either (not that i really read fics though) i think that means i need to get back to work 😓 you know what they say if you want to read it you have to write it ☝🏻 but yeah barou and yukimiya are kinda in the same boat for me where i really like both but i wouldn’t SWERVE for them unless the dynamic with them is more compelling than the main lead’s dynamic

YUP pursuit was originally meant to be for otoya that’s why he’s also a ninja in it!! kinda like hollyhock lol it actually predates hollyhock too i came up with the idea for it in the beginnings of the miraeita era so that explains it but yeah it’s crazy to think about how different the story would’ve been if it had been for him…i feel like a lot of very iconic plot lines wouldn’t have been as good with otoya sadly LMAO like the aegislash arc just wouldn’t fit otoya as well as it does nagi sadly 😭 and agreed that’s the thing with writing opps as side characters is i just don’t care abt them so either i’ll be annoyed OR i’ll convert and they won’t be opps anymore

I KNOWWW IT’S CRAZY you sent the req for fwtkac at some point in early june so if you count that then it’s been like five months but if you go by when i actually posted fwtkac in like mid-late june it’s been about four months either way it’s insane KDHDSHA but yeah seabird made the rec post so it got a boost from that ig…ngl i’ve never really been able to figure out why some stories do/don’t get notes because the one shots i think are silly goofy dumb get way more traction than my more serious works 🤷🏻‍♀️ but i also don’t really care that much about notes so it doesn’t bother me it’s just curious 😭 as long as i get one or two people telling me they like a given story i’m happy with it HAHA maybe i can say that as someone who’s blown up on wattpad and ao3 already but I actually had less fun with my writing when i had more readers than less so i’m not the kind of person that really craves getting readers or anything like that…like whenever i see those posts complaining about how those blurb posts/two sentence headcanons get 10x as many notes as well written stories i’m just like eh because it’s true and i do find those fics annoying but at the end of the day what people choose to like/rb doesn’t change the quality of what i’m writing any yk 🤔 i know my stuff is pretty decent so why would i waste my energy complaining about not getting enough recognition when i could just be happy with what i DO get (plus i write for fun and just happen to share it because i can not because i write for validation so there’s no reason to stress)

LMAOOO IF CANON SAE WAS LIKE SEABIRD SAE I’D FR LOVE HIM to be fair i think it’s just that we never get to see him through any lens but rin’s pov so it’s always the most emo version of him HAHAH because tbf i don’t think any character could’ve pulled off seabird the way he did yk so it must be somewhat in character 😰 at least we can hope so

memes aside careless whisper is lowkey a really good song LRJDJSSN but yeah yukimiya truly one of the men of all time��kaneshiro bring him back 😢 GET HIM OFF THE BENCH ASAP

[111tblog]

BEING GOOD AND NICE TO PEOPLE.

being a bad bitch, or being a meanie i feel like is in the past. it’s washed, yk what i mean. if you think about it: being genuinely nice with no hidden agenda does take a lot of practice, but it becomes almost as easy as being mean and careless.

in my explanation of how things work. i feel like there is always good and bad and there is balance. the idea of good and bad is definitely subjective. however, i feel like all people are born good, it’s just that they let their lives define them. which i know sounds controversial and irrational, knowing how many people who have done bad things there are. but they thrive on being defined as “bad”, when in fact it’s just their traumas. their “ego minds” have taken over their lives and that’s their own journey. obviously there should be consequences for those people, but it is what it is and their actions are definitely self-explanatory.

when you realise that we are controlled by our ego and it feeds on using all your defensive mechanisms it just makes it easier to observe yourself. and everything starts by observing yourself. i feel like when i do that even if im being impulsive and react in a negative way i step back and i take a note, which is a big step. in that way you detach from your ego mind and start feeling better, because your frequency, “the air” around you, everything you do is so much more than that. therefore you attract likewise.

it does take a lot of practice to be vibrating at a higher frequency. and it does not happen in a straight line. obviously the next step after observing is taking action whenever it is needed, not being afraid to make mistakes. moulding one’s behaviour to the principles that define your highest self.

cause what do we get from being careless and thinking:” just because i know i am better than everyone, no one deserves my energy and time”? we probably do get a lot, but for me the whole way of achieving that would be so boring, that the achievement itself looses its value. i would change this paradigm for myself in that way : “ i know i am the best version of myself, in my own movie that i direct, but everyone is equal here “. cause really it is nice to have self-esteem and confidence. but we don’t like extremities on this blog. cause if you’re on a plane with someone you evaluate as “not as important” as you and the plane crashes. the same things go through our heads and we all die. you are not more in this situation(the situation representing the human species living on our planet collectively🤭).

i like to believe that mistakes and suffering should not be romanticised but regarded as something that is part of everyone’s journey and is beautiful. because we do learn from those two and we do grow from them. so what’s keeping you back from understanding people and realising that judging them for current or past mistakes would do nothing but take away from your time and energy? don’t you have more self-respect to value those two resources and watch out where you give them away? it is hard to be understanding and empathetic and i know that not everyone is wired that way, but not judging also makes your life and the one of people around you better.

however, i’m not saying that life should be all rainbows and flowers and we should perceive everyone as good. because people do bad things consciously or unconsciously, mostly under the pressure of their ego. in order to protect your energy from those people and situations all you can do is just set healthy boundaries. it is hard to balance being nice and protecting yourself. and i myself am still learning to do so. because you can’t be giving your good energy to entities and people that are just designed to take. your energy is endless - of course. but your time isn’t. it’s okay to see the good in people and sometimes to be naive, as long as you know your limits and don’t let yourself hurt.

another thing there is to note is that the line between being genuinely kind and unhealthily good to everyone is thin. you should be aware what deserves your time and effort…

here are a few steps that helped me to be kind to people and also maintain high frequency and healthy boundaries

1.establish your values and boundaries- make sure you observe yourself and your behaviour and try not to think from the perspective of the ego while doing that

2.forgive yourself and forgive others- now that you know that it all stems from ego-let go

3. always remind yourself that we are all connected- despite each and every one of us having our own unique paths

4. be forgiving, but not forgetting- you can always understand from what place someone has taken certain actions, but that doesn’t mean to let them stay in your life

5. be conscious with your behaviour- always keep track of your reactions. i do make mistakes myself sometimes but i hold myself accountable for them afterwards

[honshino]

To whom it may concern,

If only you know it takes a lot of courage for me to write this down. And I started crying that I have to lose one of the person I used to talk to, that is you. is easy to say that life is about growth. No one wants to stay at the same level forever. There is an urge for us to develop from the time that we are born. As a life goes on it is easy to recognize that people are trying to help you and guide you in the "right" direction. Consider this for a moment, what was your first dream? Who did you want to become? What did you want to become?

Personally speaking I know that the opinions of others have detoured me from goals that I had set for myself. I do realize that people are trying to prevent me from making mistakes, and I am grateful for that.

Unfortunately, making mistakes is a part of growing up, it is a part of life. I appreciate the help because I know that it comes from a place of love. I will make mistakes despite your efforts to "protect" me and that is okay. I will become wiser and stronger. Thank you for your help, but it is time for me to figure things out for myself. If I need guidance I will come to you or I will seek a since of direction from God. I sincerely appreciate your help, time and guidance. Thank you for your help. Now I need to grow. You have helped me along the way, and I appreciate it.

And there is something I need tell you..

I’M SORRY for starting whatever it is that we have. I’m sorry for all the promises I’ve made, knowing that they’ll be broken soon. I’m sorry for telling you things that made you love me even more. It wasn’t my intention to lead you on because I thought I was sure of you.

Despite that, I still love you for everything. I love you for being patient with me. I love you for understanding my thoughts. I love you for accepting all my flaws. I love you for not judging me because of my past.

But, we were friends before all of these happened. Maybe I fell in love with how we were as friends and must’ve mistaken it for real love. When in reality, we were only becoming really close friends. We were so desperate on finding love that we risked our friendship over it.

Your uncle was right, we’re pen pals, I truly appreciated for letting me know everything about family, I’m impressed how you want to grow, your thoughts, the way you manage things. And Im glad that you said I’m the reason behind why you became a better version of yourself, so do I.

You are so good to me that I felt guilty. Guilty because it felt like I was taking you for granted, like I was taking your love for granted. You deserve so much better than what I gave you, which is not a lot. You deserve a better love. You don’t deserve to be an option, nobody does. I know that was unfair to you, what I did. I can’t find enough reasons to justify my actions because it was wrong. I loved you, but not the way you deserve. I hope you can understand why I did what I did. You were my right choice because I wanted to be responsible and not disappoint the people around me for once. But sometimes, right decisions don’t always make you happy. Decisions can be wrong and absurd in so many levels, but at least you’re happy and I think that’s what’s important.

Nothing worth having comes easy. We are our own biggest enemy. We are stronger than we think! Believe in yourself and nothing will let you down! Our intelligence and sincerity help us to overcome these difficulties. And I think I wish I could be careless sometimes. Nothing in this world happened without a reason. God gives us strength to face and handle it. See how far we will go and how far we’ve come. Hard times, people, situations and the inconveniences, they just made us much stronger and wiser. Thank them for making you who you are today. So do I. We all are trying to be the best version of ourselves. How ironic we keep on hurting ourselves despite of knowing it’s gonna hurt us yet we chase for such thing. In a process of healing from anything, always choose to heal, not to hurt, to forgive not to despise, to persevere not to quit, to smile not to frown, and to love not to hate. At the end of life, what really matter isn’t what we bought, but what we built, not what we got, but what we shared, and not our competence but our character. Never stop dreaming. Dream big, set goals, take action! Or in other words: commit, plan and succeed. Let’s focus on the possibilities for success, not on the potential for failure.

Slowly but surely, we will stop caring about what they’re up to or who they’re with because we’ll be too busy worrying about our goals and our growth. We’ll be so busy living our lives, fulfilling our dreams and reaching new heights that anything that reminds us of them will be a thing in the past.

And..

I’m sorry for the way we fell both in, and out. Maybe we weren’t ready. Maybe we were wrong for each other. Maybe we fell too hard, too soon, too carelessly. Maybe what we had wasn’t real, or real enough. Maybe when we opened ourselves we didn’t think of the possibilities, of the promises we were unintentionally making, of the ways we would inevitably let one another down.

I’m sorry for walking away. Sometimes I still wonder if I made the right choice, if leaving you was the answer to all the present pain, and pain to come. I wish it didn’t have to end the way it did, but sometimes, when I think about how we faded, how we grew apart with time and distance, I wonder if I did make the right choice. And I’m sorry, for both of us. I hope you know I’m not sorry for loving you, but this is me finally letting you go.

I know that you’re facing career struggles in your life right now, I just want you to know that you’re in my prayers and I believe you’ll be able to overcome that. I know you’re strong, stay that way.

I would also like to express my apology and I can honestly say this. You deserve to be happy and you know I’m not stopping you.

Thank you for everything. I’ll always be treasuring our moments together. You left a special place in my heart and no one can ever replace that, you’re a very good friend. I will miss you. But seriously thank you, you are the guy who never cheated and remained faithful ’til the end. Thank you for the efforts and your loyalty as well. Thank you for loving and respecting me and my family and would you mind sending my regards to the rest of the family? If there’s something I did that upset you, I apologize sincerely.

Lastly, no matter how difficult our ending was, I would not mind if we can stay friends if that’s okay with you, of course.

Have a great evening.

Take care always

Sincerely,

Your ♨️🦀♨️ penpal

[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: you'd never gotten along with jiaoqiu, but when he finally returns home to the yaoqing, you show a startling amount of gentleness. ❀ ˎˊ- jiaoqiu x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 1.6k ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 2.5 TRAILBLAZE QUEST, angst, probably??? ooc jiaoqiu idk i didnt like how i wrote him here :( ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: actually going insane I CAN'T BELIEVE HOYO DID THAT TO HIM. anyways im going to be writing fluff.... eventually because LORD I AM COPING SO HARD ❀ ˎˊ- taglist: @sh0jun , @themoderatelyawesomeninja , @xphantasmagoriax , @rainswept , @lucensei , @akutasoda , @naraven , @scribs-dibs , @apathicace , @flurrina , @tragedy-of-commons , @iceunhie ❀ ˎˊ- img credits

Jiaoqiu’s ear twitches at the sound of a gentle knock at his door.

Sunlight warms his hand from where it rests on his dining table. He can picture the rays in his mind, streaming through the patchwork of a oak-framed window.

He imagines it all as if it were yesterday. The smell of his home is the same as it’s always been; fresh wood and linen with a touch of spices lingering like an afterthought and a memory. So is the feel of it all - the clean finish of his table is familiar under his fingers, and if he were to reach a little to the left, there would be cool porcelain, and just above that would be the caress of the orchid a coworker had gifted him all those years ago.

The image is burned into his mind. He knows where everything is, he can see it, but he can’t. All that’s left of his vision is a void, not unlike the infamous abyss of Nihility.

“Jiaoqiu-xiansheng,” his assistant says softly from the door. Ever since he’d lost his vision, Feixiao had assigned her to him as to aid him in his everyday affairs. “It’s [Name]-yisheng.”

At the sound of your name, Jiaoqiu’s fingers curl into a fist against the table.

What are you doing here? To chastise him for his carelessness, or worse, for being a burden to Feixiao?

He shakes his head lightly. No, you aren’t like that. He’s being irrational. You’re probably just here out of courtesy. You’ll simply give your condolences, drop off a gift of some kind, and be on your way.

He sighs.

“Let them in.”

Your footsteps pit-pat on his floor. He imagines your arms are crossed, a slightly irritated tug at your lips, yet worry reflected in your eyes all the same. Or perhaps not the last part… ever since the war, he’s yet to see you worry for him.

You speak in hushed whispers with his assistant, despite the fact that he is sitting right there, upright and of sound mind and not a slumbering patient. He picks up on a few words; something about his current condition and treatments he’d been subjected to while on the Luofu (you are truly a healer first and foremost), before you softly ask his assistant to give you some space.

Jiaoqiu smiles slyly as he hears his assistant leave the room. “That’s the gentlest I’ve heard you yet. Has something happened while I was away, or are you simply crass to me and me alone?”

Where there is usually a snarky retort, there is silence. Jiaoqiu’s ear flicks again, and his smile drops to a frown.

“Come now,” he prods again, unnerved by your lack of response. “You’re making me nervous with all this silence. If I were still on the Luofu, I would’ve thought you to be a borisin in disguise.”

Still nothing - in fact, he thinks the mood may have dampened even more. Maybe it was too soon for jokes.

Two more steps. Judging by the sound and your scent, you’ve come to before him. He cranes his head up a bit, relying on muscle memory as to point his eyes to where he thinks your face is.

“So it’s true,” you finally say. “You’ve lost your vision.”

Your voice is stoic, or rather, empty. He’s never heard you like this before, and frankly, he doesn’t like it. He’d much rather you jab at his weakness or scold him than this.

“…Yes,” Jiaoqiu sighs, turning away. “The borison were… unkind, to say the least, especially that brute Hoolay.”

He hears you hum briefly in acknowledgement. Then there comes your hands, ghosting against his cheeks and causing his hair to raise - though, not in a bad way.

“May I?” you ask. Jiaoqiu’s breath hitches, but he nods warily.

You take his face with more tenderness than he’d thought you had within you, and turn it. Your thumbs run across his cheekbones, before tugging lightly at below his eyes. Heeding your silent instruction, he opens his sightless eyes.

There’s a small, shuddered breath that escapes you once he does. He wonders what you see; perhaps cloudy, foggy stones where sharp amber used to be. An insignificant memory comes to mind - you’d once said that despite his shrewd and slimy nature, his eyes were beautiful… How unfair it was, you’d said, for a man of his character to have such wonderful eyes.

Are they still beautiful to you? Or are they useless and ugly now?

You trace down his face, leaving his eyes and instead coming to his bandaged neck. Two fingers press lightly at the artery in his neck.

“They told me you drank Tumbleweed,” you say. Jiaoqiu tenses. “They said that it was to weaken Hoolay enough so that General Feixiao could defeat him.”

Your fingers graze at his eyelashes once more, trembling. They betray that which your voice does not.

He wonders what expression is on your face right now. He wishes that he could see it, and he almost tempted to reach up and map out the curves in your expression for himself.

“There’s no need to sound so somber,” he tries to assure. “You’re practically more down about this than I am. I’m fine.”

Your fingers stiffen as if to strangle him. He half expects you to do so, but after a few painstakingly long moments, you let out a defeated sigh and your hands return to cradling him.

“Idiot,” you whisper, without the bite of your usual tone. “What were you thinking?”

“I had to. It was the only way we could defeat a beast of Hoolay’s calliber. Any other soldier would’ve done the same.” Even to himself, Jiaoqiu’s defense sounds weak.

“Would they have poisoned themselves, allowed themselves to be drained of blood, taken their sight with their own hands, and have the gall to say that they are content?”

You sound angry. Jiaoqiu pictures your expression again, this time with furrowed brows and gritted teeth. It’s not the first time he’s seen it, but only now, there’s something confusing his mind’s image of you. Alongside the anger is sorrow, no, grief.

He doesn’t understand it. Sure, as a comrade and a coworker, even you must have your compassion. If it were sympathy that he is hearing, he could’ve at least accepted that.

“Why are you so concerned?” he can’t help but blurt out. “This is unlike you.”

You still.

“Is it really that hard to imagine that I care?”

The ache in your voice spears his heart and strangles it. His lips part to say something, anything, but you speak before he can.

“You scared me, Jiao.” Finally, the dam begins to crack, and your voice begins to shake. “When I saw the report from the Luofu, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought it had to be a lie, or a trick, some sort of prank, but-”

He hears you inhale sharply, fighting in vain to calm yourself down.

“I thought I lost you.”

Your hands fall away, away from where he can perceive, and then he is left alone in the dark again, his only company being the sound and the scent of you. A swish of cloth, a hiccup that you failed to hide, and he realizes-

“Are you… crying?”

He doesn’t have to see you to know that you flinch. Impulsively, his hand reaches, guided by instinct rather than rational as he grasps for you. Somewhere, somehow, he manages to make contact with your shoulder, and from that he is able to navigate his way up to your face.

And sure enough, there is the all-too familiar wetness of tears. There aren’t many, but it’s enough to the point where it’s concerning.

“I…” He tries, but the words fail to form. You shake your head, laying your hand on his and guiding it away from your face.

“I’ll be okay,” you assure weakly. “Just… give me a moment.”

Jiaoqiu nods. He realizes that he’s lurched up from his seat in his effort to find you. He goes to sit down, only to accidentally bump his hipbone against the chair’s arm and hiss in pain. Immediately you’re upon him, arm around his waist to steady him.

“You okay?” you ask, and Jiaoqiu nods, internally grumbling as you ease him back into his chair.

“Yes,” he mutters, sighing. “It’s not easy, adjusting to a life without sight.”

“I would imagine,” you commend. “It’s good that you have that assistant, though.”

“Indeed,” Jiaoqiu smiles. “Had it not been for her, I’d be stumbling around with quite a few more bruises than normal.”

You hum out a laugh. “That’s true. Well,” you untangle your hands and take a step away, “I should be going. I’ve left my gift with your assistant; it’s a new type of tea that recently hit the stores. I’ve heard that it helps calm you down, and so I figured that it would help.”

“Ah.” Jiaoqiu barely registers what you’ve said, only hearing the part where you said that you’re leaving. “You’re leaving already?”

“Hm? Well, of course. I still have work to do at the office.”

Jiaoqiu falters. Right. Even if he may have this break, you don’t have that same luxury. It’s already enough that you’ve taken time out of your schedule to visit him.

Still, despite himself, a small part of him wants you to stay.

Footsteps fade away into the distance as you call out for his assistant, letting her know that your conversation has finished. His ears strain as he picks up on you slipping on your shoes, standing up, moving to the doorway and then-

“Jiaoqiu,” you suddenly say, stopping just before you open the door.

“Yes?” He looks in the direction where he thinks you are.

“I’m glad you’re alive.”

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