#I have to work tmrw and this is gonna be all I’m thinking about

[atmosghoul]

Thinking about insomniatic Aether but it’s because his quintessence abilities means he can pick up other ghouls and siblings emotions and we’ll this happened at 1am enjoy.

Aether spends an hour and a half tossing and turning before he realises the restlessness keeping him awake is not coming from him or his pack but from a sibling of sin all the way across the abbey.

He reluctantly gets up and goes to track down the source. He follows the trail. It feels like a thread barely there but pulling him strongly.

He comes to a door and realises he doesn’t know who this door belongs to. He makes it a point to try and learn most of the siblings names and where they sleep in case of nights like this but he finds himself blank.

He sighs and glamours himself before he knocks gently, realising this might be a new initiate. He hears a gasp followed by muffle scuffling before the door is cracked open just a sliver.

A meek face peaks through and Aether can smell their fear spike. He offers a gentle smile and a soft wave of his hand.

“Uh hi,” he says barely above a whisper. “Sorry to bother you I just thought you might could use some help,” he gives a pause allowing them to reply but continues when they stay silent, still only able to see a portion of their face through the sliver of the door.

“I’m Aether. I’m one of Papa’s ghouls,”

More silence, but the door opens just a sliver more and they readjust their position so their full face is peeking through. Large green eyes slightly sunken due to exhaustion and possibly crying, shaggy brown hair in messy waves that fall in their eyes. Aether can see the tension already start to relax but there’s still fear there.

“Did they tell you about us ghouls?”

They take a moment but nod. Aether smiles wider and waits for any word from them but gets nothing but a face of fear attempting to be hidden.

“Can I come in? I usually offer the new siblings a bit of a welcome wagon but I wasn’t aware we had one. When did you arrive?”

They open the door wider and leave it open as they turn and walk towards their desk to grab something but don’t answer.

Aether notices the room seems more lived in than a new sibling’s should. Furniture moved out of its default arrangement, wall decor clearly having been there a while.

The sibling turns around holding a notepad with two words written on it.

Not new

Aether stares in confusion at the paper being held in front of him, wondering why they weren’t speaking “Oh I’m sorry I’ve never seen you around before. How long have you-“

He stops as the sibling turns around placing the notepad on the desk and writing something else before gently pushing it towards Aether again.

Face me when you talk

Suddenly it clicks and Aether feels like an idiot. He remembers hearing about a new initiate but never got the chance to meet them and in the fuss of going on tour he’d forgotten to introduce himself when they got back. A week ago.

He turns to the sibling and tries to recall the handful of lessons he’d taken years ago. Bored on the road during his first tour discovering humans had created a whole way of communicating with their hands.

His sign language skills are admittedly pedestrian but he gives his best effort.

I. Sorry. Not. Realise. My name A-E-T-H-E-R. Want. Help. You. Bad sleep.

The sibling smiles at the effort. They sign back a bit fast for Aether’s comprehension especially so sleep deprived as he is but he picks up the important bits.

They introduced themself as Rian and Aether has to ask them to spell it again because he thought they’d spelled Rain.

After a few times of Aether struggling Rian explains that they can read lips well enough and promises to sign slower so Aether can keep up.

Aether explains about his quintessence magic and what brought him to their room so late and Rian apologises before explaining that they’d been having trouble adjusting to life in the abbey. Being the only deaf sibling was difficult. The rest of the clergy were nice enough but trying to make friends was difficult and it had been weighing on them.

They chat through most of the night and Rian agrees to help Aether with his signing before they say their goodnights.

As Aether is headed towards the door he turns back to Rian and taps their shoulder.

You want help sleep? He signs.

Rian looks at him puzzled. Aether laughs and explains, speaking this time, that he can use his quintessence to help ease them to sleep before he leaves.

Rian agrees and Aether goes about explaining how it works before instructing Rian to lie in bed and get comfy.

Neither of them realised how often an occurrence nights like this would be.

[fairlyang]

Easy money I 🕷️

in which your roomie needs your help for a shoot

w/c: 3.1K

pairing: pornstaroomie!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. tension, recording, groping, fingering, squirting

notes: all my readers loved this series and might’ve been peer pressured for a part 3 but I’m kinda excited to write it :D gonna post this rn and maybe part 2 tmrw, finish up all my part 3’s soon hopefully

part two

I heard a knock on my door so I lowered my music from my airpods. "Come in!" I yell and turn to look at my laptop.

I hear the door open and Miguel clears his throat, I turn around to look at him and raise an eyebrow, "what's up?"

"I need something from you...." He says and takes a step inside.

"Like what?" I ask and he takes another step forward.

"You're gonna have to hear me out alright?" He says and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Okay..." I say and take my airpods off leaving them on my desk before turning back to look at him, giving him my full attention.

"I need you to step in for tonight's shoot..." he says and I burst out laughing.

"Are you fucking joking?" I say and shake my head. Is this man serious?

"I need your help Y/n..." he says nearing the edge of my bed and I groan.

"Why me?"

"The girl I was gonna shoot with canceled on me last minute and all the girls I usually shoot with are unavailable." He explains and I blink.

"Andddd you are already here...." He adds and i scoff.

"Not really sure I'd wanna expose myself like that Miguel." I say and stand up, walking over to my bed and plop down on it.

He sighs and sits on the edge of it and looks at me with pleading eyes. "Please? For me?"

"And the camera would hide your face, so unless you have any noticeable tattoos on your lower body then I think you'd be in the clear." He says and I bite my lip. Well there lies the problem...

I blink looking at him in silence making him scoff as he widens his eyes slightly then his lips tug into a smirk. "Where do you have it?" he asks and I feel my face heat up.

"Uh that one spot that's like lower, inner hip..." I say quietly and turn my gaze to my window.

There was really no reason for me to be acting like this- but that tattoo wasn't exactly somewhere that most people in my life know.... So maybe... just maybe...

"No face?" I ask and he nods.

"You know I don't even show my face-" he says with a small smile.

"I know but I don't know if it's different for the girls you record with." I say and shrug.

"It depends on them mainly, I'm not gonna force anyone I work with to show their face if they don't want to." He says softly and I nod slowly.

"And you wanna do this like right now?" I ask and he nods again.

"Jesus-" I mutter and run a hand over my hair.

"Up to you but you know I have a lot of loyal subscribers and make decent money off this..." he says and I chuckle.

"Because the girls love your voice and body." I say and he smirks making me regret my choice of words. And queue to him being obnoxious about it...

"I-"

"Think so huh?" he teases in a cocky tone making me groan.

"Fuck off." I say and grab a random stuffed animal from my bed and throw it at his face.

He laughs and holds it, it was so small compared to his hands. Oh god-

I mean of fucking course I've noticed how fine he is- it was the first thing I noticed when I was interviewing people to be my roommate, he was the hottest man that came in needing a place to stay.

I didn't just decide on him because he was hot but because he seemed chill and not like someone that would murder me in my sleep.

But I never made a move on him, neither did he. We've just always had some type of tension that neither of us ever paid attention to... I guess until now..

"So what exactly did you plan to shoot?" I ask and let out a sigh.

He grins and scoots closer now sitting by my legs as they were stretched out. "I was thinking fingering."

I nod and bite my lip, "hmm.."

"Up to you I won't force you but just think of the fact that you'd be getting paid to get fingered." He says and I snicker.

Sounds like easy money...

And I'd get an orgasm out of it...

"50% of whatever the video makes will go to you." He says and I bite my lip.

"You're really laying it on thick there Miguel... you that desperate?" I tease and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Yeah actually, so just let me know within the next hour before I just decide to do a solo vid." He says and stands up.

I sigh and nod, "I'll... think about it...." He smirks and gives me a wink before opening the door and walking out, closing it behind him.

I sigh and lay down on my bed, should I?

I mean there's no denying the fact that I always listen in when he has someone over to record... or even checked out a few of his videos on pornhub...

maybe even possibly masturbated to a few of his audios... or the ones where he fucks himself with a fleshlight...

Letting out those incredible moans for everyone's very own pleasure, how selfless.

But he wanted to record for onlyfans which was for the ones who specifically pay to view his content, which apparently was a lot and the thought alone was a little nerve wrecking.

What if someone I've been with before recognized my tattoo and tells people I know? I'd be fucking done for and I'd just die on the spot of pure embarrassment.

But the money- how could I say no to that kind of money? Especially when seeing the views just his previews on pornhub get-

I'd be so fucking stupid to pass this opportunity...

Fuck it.

I get up from my bed and walk to my door quickly opening it before stepping out onto the hallway. I then do the walk of shame and walk to Miguel's room.

I made my mind up a little too fast god I'm not gonna hear the end of this from him-

I step in front of his door and knock twice before hearing a laugh. I groan and cross my arms across my chest, patiently waiting for him.

He opens the door with a wide smile but before I could even say a word my eyes trailed down his chest then to his abdomen. A small happy trail going down caught my eye as a pair of grey sweatpants hugged his hips perfectly.

God he looked so good...

Wait- how the fuck did he change so fast?

"Did you just assume I was going to say yes?" I ask, quickly looking up at him.

He shrugs and opens his door wide, motioning for me to step inside. I roll my eyes but walk in nonetheless, seeing that he was indeed very desperate for this. And apparently eager.

"I knew it'd be something hard for you to say no to." He says and shrugs, closing the door behind him.

"And I had an idea for more anonymity..." he says and walks past me.

He walks over to his desk and picks up two masks, robber masks. "We could put these on." He says and throws me a pink one.

I catch it and look down at it, cute.

"Just casually had these huh?" I mutter and play with it between my fingertips.

It only had three holes, obviously for the eyes and mouth. It honestly didn't shock me too much that he had these especially considering he didn't make content showing his face at all.

"Alright ready?"

"Where are we doing this? Should I change? Should I put makeup on-"

"Calm down-" he says and laughs, shaking his head at my sudden worries.

"We're doing this in my bathroom, I already set the camera and lights up." He explains and I nod.

"As for your clothes if you want I can give you one of my shirts and you can just leave your panties on." He says looking me up and down.

I wearing a SZA shirt with Cookie Monster pajama pants.... Yeah I definitely could've changed but maybe got a tiny bit excited..

He walked over to his dresser and picked the first one of top and then tossed it over to me. I caught it and unfold it to reveal a Nirvana tee. I shrug and walk over to his bathroom with him right on my tail.

I walk in then stop and quickly turn around to point a finger at him, "you're waiting- you can wait a few more minutes there O'Hara." He chuckles and backs up letting me close the door.

I quickly take off my tee shirt and put the one he gave me on. I leave my shirt on the sink then I slip out of my pj pants and realize it wasn't a big deal if he watched because he was going to see it all right now anyway.....

I look in the mirror and take a deep breath, I was really going to do this.... We were really going to do this...

I then take notice of the ring light and tripod that were right in front me. This was getting so real so fast and it was making me more nervous than I expected.

I breathe in then breathe out. I do it a couple more times and feel some nerves leave my body but some still lingering around.

I turn around and walk towards the door, I open it wide and Miguel stands up from his bed and walks over. "Finally." He teased and I chuckle.

"My bad." I mutter, turning back around and walk to the sink, leaning against it as Miguel walks in.

"You're good, don't worry it'll be fine." He reassured and gives me a small smile.

He walks over to his tripod and sets his phone on it and goes to the camera. He turns to me and motions for me to stand in front of the camera. I nod and do so, leaning against the seat with my nerves growing every second.

"Alright we're gonna start, if you need me to stop at any given moment just tap my thigh or anywhere twice okay?" He says and I nod.

"Audibly please?" He says and I chuckle.

"Yes I understand."

"Okay good." He says and throws me the pink robber mask.

I move all my hair to my back then slip it on. I fix the holes to align to my mouth and eyes then see Miguel doing the same. "This'll be fun." He mutters with a slight smirk on his face then he presses the button to record.

He walks over to me and gently puts his hands on my cheeks then leans in. I lean up and he leans down removing the last amount of space between us and crashes his lips onto mine. I kiss back and put a hand to his jaw and the other on his neck.

I then feel his hands slide down my body, at first staying at my waist, gripping my skin softly through the shirt until his hands go lower and his fingertips are playing with the hem of his shirt, near my ass.

He slid his tongue in my mouth and continues toying w his shirt, bringing it up slowly as our tongues fight for dominance but I stood no chance. Suddenly I feel a hard smack against my ass making me moan in his mouth.

He smiles and pulls away just to go down and start leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck. I sigh and tilt my head to the side as he slightly moves the mask to leave a mark where he wanted. He sucked on my skin then licked it softly before leaving a kiss on it.

I smile and grab his head, making sure he stayed in place as he kept playing with the skirt. He pulls away again and this time bringing the hem of the shirt up, slowly. He turns me around slowly so my behind is what the camera will see and lifts the shirt completely over my ass.

Another smack.

Then to the other cheek.

Another smack on each one, definitely already making them red and it seemed like he wanted to keep going because of the noises that were leaving his mouth. Such delicious groans.

He keeps pulling it up, exposing my entire bare back to the camera but my tits to him. He quickly brings it up and over my head, throwing it on the floor then quickly cups my tits and squeezes.

I gasp when he pinches both nipples then quickly turns me around so my ass was on his already hard bulge. His hands continue squeezing and I felt purely at bliss, heaven on earth even.

I lay my head back against his chest which makes him lean down and leave a kiss on my neck then suck gently on the skin as his hands continued kneading my tits.

His right hand then lets go of my boob and slowly trails down my stomach, as if easing me in, making me feel comfortable first. I grab on to his left arm and try to stand still, I already felt like I was going to go crazy and maybe fall over.

My fucking roommate was doing this- and he had such a good hand for these things so this was gonna be perfect.

His hand goes between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy through my panties. I spread my legs to help him out when he starts rubbing circles on my clit. I moan and buck my hips forward, already wanting more.

And he gives me just that, he starts going faster and I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric of my little panties. "Miguel-"

He hums then rubs along my slit, my arousal already able to soak his fingers. How embarrassing.

He then removed his fingers making me whine until he pulls my panties down and lets them slide off my legs. I step out of them and kick them farther out, out of shot.

I spread my legs again and he doesn't hesitate to immediately start rubbing my clit again, not caring to ease me in anymore. He moans into my ear and dips his fingers on to my folds, my wetness enveloping them as he teases my hole making me grip harder onto his arm.

He moved that arm to grip on to my waist while I still held on to it for dear life. I couldn't trust myself to stand I knew I'd just end up falling and he was a big boy, he could handle me.

He then slid a finger in, slow at first until he slammed it in without warning. I gasped and clung on to his arm. He then started pumping in and out, deep and slow.

He started going faster, hitting deeper now until he fully stopped and added a second finger in. He started moving again, going faster and harder, making me a moaning mess as I looked down to watch in awe.

"Look how easy you're taking me baby." He murmurs in my ear and I couldn't help the whimper that came out of me.

"Feels so good-" I moan and he hums, pumping them even faster.

I felt myself clench against his fingers and listen to how fucking soaked I am, he barely even touched me..

"Rub your clit for me." He whispers and I nod, immediately bringing my right hand down to rub my clit in fast circles.

I moan out for him and he coos dirty little nothings into my ear as he starts curling his fingers up and hitting that sweet spot every time.

I was starting to feel my orgasm creep in already which had me shocked but then realized who was the one doing this to me...

"Fuck- Miguel-" I moan and lay my head back against him, he leans down to kiss my cheek oh so sweetly.

He then brings his open hand and starts pinching my left nipple, I felt my legs shake as he continued and I was slowly down because I was feeling so fucking close.

"Don't stop baby, be a good girl and keep rubbing that clit until you cum for me sweet girl." He murmurs and I whimper, clenching against his fingers as I rub my clit faster feeling that knot in my stomach about to burst.

"Miguel please- so cl-"

I dig my nails into his arms making him groan but he didn't say to stop. I felt my eyes growing hazier by the second and my thighs were trembling more and more by the second.

Suddenly I see white, I cry out and feel my climax crash and take over my body. I closed my eyes and almost fell to my knees, had Miguel strong arm not held me. My legs were trembling and Miguel's fingers were still inside, slowly fucking me through my orgasm.

I held onto him for dear life and start to calm my breathing down as I open my eyes, then quickly widening in pure shock, I had squirted all over the place.

I gasp and move my hand away from my clit, I stood silent, still in Miguel's arms in pure embarrassment. Squirting always felt so embarrassing, especially now because I didn't even mean to-

"That was probably the most perfect shoot I've done thus far." Miguel says making me scoff.

"I'm being so serious." He says finally taking his fingers out of me slowly and brings it up to his lips.

I tilt my head and look up, watching as he sucks on his fingers covered in my juices. Holy fuck.

I blink watching him as if in a trance, then he looks me directly in my eyes making me subconsciously squeeze my thighs together.

He takes them out with a plop and gives me a wide grin, "sorry but we have to do that again in the future...."

I laugh and look down embarrassed, I shrug and straighten up, "I guess we'll have to see if the people liked it..."

"I'm sure they will." He says and laughs.

"Let's get ya cleaned up then maybe we can watch a movie, if you'd like." He suggests and I look up at him and nod.

"That'd be perfect."

[mangoisms]

circle k (back to you)

summary: in which you're just the graveyard shift employee at circle k bombarded by vigilantes.

━ chapter two: it’s getting late | read chapter one

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ word count: 4.5k

━ warnings: none

━ masterlist

━ a/n: would be lying if i said this was for tim's birthday tmrw. it was rlly just because the reception to chapter 1 was so lovely and i also did this with my other tim fic—posting chapter 2 early, i mean. but we'll just have to work with this. happy early birthday tim you are annoying and i want to study you under a microscope <3

You expect Red Robin’s appearance to be a one-off thing. 

It is not. 

Instead, the next day, you get Black Bat. 

It jolts you from the phone call you’re having.

“—understand the temptation to tell them to screw off but I really don’t want to get… shot…”

You trail off, watching, wide-eyed as your newest vigilante customer steps into Circle K. 

Black Bat cuts an imposing figure, her suit made up mostly of inky black material, with a few accents of gold, the Bat symbol on her chest standing out the most. Her black cape flutters behind her, moving like a shadow. She looks the most like Batman, you think, with the cowl and the pointed ears. Except the eyes of the mask are black and the bottom of her face is completely covered—stitched closed. Considerably more creepy, you think, goosebumps breaking out over your skin. Though that could be the fan you have on, fluttering your hair as it makes a slow rotation.

“Hey, did you die or something?”

“No,” you mutter, watching, your heart starting to pick up as Black Bat comes up to the counter.

You aren’t sure what you expect, but it’s not—

“Do you have Red Bull?” Her voice is low and melodic. Not befitting of her… general aura.

Wordlessly, you point to the refrigerators at the back.

“Thanks,” she says, then she turns and walks away. You can only see the top of her head and the pointed ears of her cowl. A second later, you hear the suction-y sound of the refrigerator door being opened. 

A voice calls your name from the other end of the line. 

Your best friend, Stephanie Brown, who gave you a call to see how your summer break has been treating you. 

“Sorry,” you say, clearing your throat. “Just got distracted by something outside.”

“Something outside? That’s not reassuring. At all.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Like I was saying, I’m not gonna tell them that. It’s tempting but like I said, I don’t want to get arrested or some shit.”

“The charges wouldn’t even hold. It’s a free country. I can tell a cop to fuck off if I want to. That’s my god-given right.” 

“I appreciate the spirit, but I don’t think the GCPD would agree with you.”

“Well, the GCPD can kiss my ass.”

“You and me both, Stephie. You and me both. So, how’s, uh, Metropolis?”

“Metropolis is Metropolis. Brainiac nearly took control of the city yesterday but what’s new? Mom’s having a good time, though. Even if things are way overpriced over here. I mean, seriously. Eight bucks for a cup of coffee at this place we went to today. They’re crazy.”

Steph babbles in your ear for a few more minutes. Long enough for Black Bat to reemerge from the aisle, two cans of Red Bull and a bag of Takis and a pack of sour gummy worms in hand. You wonder who the second person is. Red Robin, maybe? 

He’d been odd about the hot chocolates. Odd in general. But that’s what you get with these vigilante types. 

No matter. You quickly focus on your current situation, giving Black Bat a small, embarrassed smile and pointing at the phone crammed between your shoulder and ear, mouthing Sorry. 

You shouldn’t be doing this on the job and you should’ve told Steph you had to go but quite frankly, you need the assurance of another person with you. Even if said person can’t do anything and is across the harbor in Metropolis on a mini-vacation with her mom. 

 Black Bat shouldn’t give you trouble about it. You hope. She just scares you a little more than Red Robin. Which is silly because he’s a guy and probably more potentially dangerous but. You know. Her suit is just… too similar to Batman’s, and he’s the one who scares you the most.   

Still, Black Bat just shrugs and waves a hand. “It’s fine.”

You nod your thanks, then scan everything and bag it. She pulls out a twenty dollar bill from her utility belt and you give her the change, which she promptly puts in the tip jar. A kind gesture, really, considering the twenty is a bit of an overshoot for her total, leaving you with a nice tip. 

You guess that if anything else, at least it’s nice that these vigilantes tip. 

After dropping the receipt into the bag, she takes it and waves at you. 

Mystified, you wave back. 

Then she steps out, cape fluttering behind her.

“Anyway,” Steph says on the other end as you focus on her voice again. “It’s pretty fun but I miss home. Can’t wait to be back in the city. We’re hanging out as soon as I do, by the way. How are things with you?”

Oh, you can’t keep it in. You have to tell her. 

“I saw the Flash two days ago.”

But she misunderstands.

“Oh, yeah,” she says. “I saw that in the news. ‘Cause of Trickster, right? Bet Batman wasn’t happy about that.”

“No,” you say. “I’m saying I saw him. Here. At Circle K. He dropped in to grab a bite to eat. I know you and Tim absolutely refuse to believe me when I say he visited me and that we’re friends—which, by the way, he totally reaffirmed when I saw him—but he was here.”

“We’re jealous, that’s all,” she says. “Just don’t want you running off with the Flash thinking he’s cooler than we are. Which, to be clear, he isn’t. Not me, anyway. Tim is up for debate.”

“Well, you’re about to be a little more jealous.”

“And why is that?”

“Because since he visited, weird shit has started happening.”

“Weird shit is always happening in Gotham. What is so special about this weird shit in particular?”

“Oh, he said something stupid to Red Robin—Red Robin came in a little while after he did, I guess they were working together to track down Trickster—anyway, he was talking about how I’m… scared of the Bats—”

“Are you scared of the Bats?”

You throw up a hand, though she can’t see it. “I have a healthy amount of fear and respect for them—and on that note, please don’t tell anyone else I’m telling you this.”

“Of course.”

“Right, well, Flash was just ragging him, you know? About how he has a better relationship with me, someone who doesn’t even live in Keystone or Central, than the Bats do.”

“So?”

“So,” you blow out a big breath, “Red Robin showed up yesterday to get some hot chocolate—”

“Hot chocolate?” Steph asks, disbelieving. 

“Yeah. He said it was a better alternative to coffee. Guess he’s not into energy drinks. Weirdo. The whole thing about it—weird. Like… I don’t know. He was just acting weird when he was asking if we had any.”

“… That is weird,” she says, an odd note to her voice. She clears her throat. “And then?”

“I knew why he was doing it so I told him he didn’t have to come around ‘cause he and the others obviously need to uphold a specific perception, right? Then he was all, Well, what does a civilian like you know about it? Can you believe they unironically call us that?”

Steph laughs. She laughs hard.

You wait it out, not entirely sure what or why she is laughing so hard but it’s not the first time she’s ever done that, so you can just let it go. 

“Okay,” she giggles. “Sorry. Keep going. What else happened?”

“He left. But then, y’wanna guess who just showed up right now?”

“Who? Batman?”

“God, no. It was Black Bat. She was nice enough. Gave me a big tip. Creepy suit, though.”

“What’d she’d get?”

“Two Red Bulls, a bag of Takis and a pack of sour gummy worms. Wonder who that second Red Bull is for. And the snacks. Red Robin realizing hot chocolate in June is weird? Hard to imagine him eating Takis, though. He’s probably like Tim, saying they’re ‘too hot’.”

Steph laughs again for a while.

“Oh, god, you’re killing me,” she gasps out when she calms.

You shake your head, rubbing your finger over a scratch mark in the counter. “I don’t know what is so funny but sure.”

“So, then, what? You think you’re just gonna some more vigilantes? ‘Cause it’s only been two so far.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you grumble. “But it’s two. When previously, this has never happened.” 

“True! Well… any preferences? For who comes next?”

“Anyone but Batman, thanks.”

Your next visitor is not Batman.

It is, in a turn of events that makes a little more sense, the Signal.

A few days after your call with Steph, things are fine, until your manager posts to the team group chat about wanting someone for an afternoon shift, saying someone quit unexpectedly. Not one to say no to some extra cash, you latch onto the opportunity—even if it’s an admittedly questionable idea. You try not to work weekends to let yourself recuperate from sustaining your not-so-great sleep schedule. 

Anyway, you feel and look like a zombie, but you get your work done. 

“I can help the next person in line,” you call. 

A tall, broad-shouldered stocky older man with long blonde hair and blue eyes behind coke-bottle glasses steps up, armed with two large cups of coffee. The scrubs he wears clues you into some kind of healthcare position. 

“Hi, did you find everything—”

The door opens, your eyes automatically flickering to the movement, and your voice cuts out sharply as you realize who it is.

The Signal stands there a bit awkwardly for a moment as all of you look—the blonde man at the counter and the other man waiting in line.

“Hey, you!”

You flinch, tensing, already fearing a confrontation as the other man steps forward, pointing at the Signal. The one in question tenses, shoulders rising, like he’s preparing to fight. You hope not. That would be a lot of paperwork for you. It’s the manager’s, technically, to report any damage done by vigilantes, but they always give it to you or the other employees on the floor.

But it is not as you feared. Instead of picking a fight, the man… thanks him?

“You’re the Signal, right? Right? You saved my son a few months ago from some muggers following him home from school. Thank you, man. Seriously, I can’t thank you enough. He wouldn’t be here with me if it weren’t for you,” the man says, holding out a hand.

“Hey, man,” Signal says, reaching out to shake his hand. “It was nothing. I’m glad I was there to help.”

“Are you here to buy something? Let me cover you. Please. It’s the least I can do—”

“Oh, you really don’t need to—”

“That went better than expected.”

The soft-spoken voice brings you out of your thoughts and you belatedly realize you still have a customer to take care of. But when you look at him, he is watching the Signal try to tell the other man that he doesn’t have to pay for him, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah,” you say. “Good thing. Signal’s a good guy.”

He turns back to you as you scan the cups of coffee, pulling out a wallet.

“He is,” he agrees easily—meaning his words, too, a genuine conviction you don’t hear often associated with the vigilantes of the city. 

Signal manages to hold firm on not needing the man to pay, repeating that he was just doing his job, and thankfully, the man accepts it with good graces. 

You quickly get your current customer wrapped up while the Signal steps into the chip aisle. 

You pass him the receipt. “Thank you, have a good day.”

He sends you a small, handsome smile, picking up the cups of coffee. “Thank you, you, too.”

The one after him steps up to pay, talking jovially with you, spirits still apparently lifted at seeing Signal and being able to thank him. It’s a nice moment, you think, and you make sure to respond in kind. 

The door swings shut behind him just as Signal re-emerges from the chip aisle, holding a can of Monster Energy and a bag of chile picante Cornnuts. The combination is… surely something. You let yourself slip with it, too, because you’ve personally heard a lot of good things about him. The fact that he works during the day helps his case, too. 

“I need the energy,” Signal says, seeing that thought in your face; he doesn’t sound mad, though, just vaguely amused. His suit is filled with more yellow tones, still intimidating but not as much in the daylight, a helmet of sorts leaving only his mouth exposed. 

“It’ll definitely give you… something,” you say, chuckling as you scan both.

He pats his stomach. “I have guts of steel. Don’t worry about it.”

“Not a problem as long as I never have to hear ‘guts of steel’ ever again. Jesus. Is that just a natural thing of your biology or is it evolutionary-based?”

“This life isn’t for the faint of heart or stomach,” he agrees, passing you a five dollar bill. “Adaptation is key.”

“I bet.”

Signal laughs, taking his change and dropping it into the tip jar. You smile, too, shaking your head slightly. 

“Have a good day.”

He tips his Red Bull at you. “You, too.”

Guts of steel. You nearly can’t believe it.

You pick up your phone, finding your conversation with Tim. You and Steph are hanging out tomorrow, so you’ll tell her about it, then. She asked him, though, and he said he was busy. Too bad. But that doesn’t mean he gets out of being subjected to those words, either.

no joke signal came in to buy a monster energy and cornnuts (a questionable combo) and when he saw me judging he said he has guts of steel

meta related do you think???

makes sense to me. you have a gene inside you that gives you literal powers i think they shouldn’t be having digestive issues/ibs like us common folk do

Your three texts, sent in quick succession, deliver. You bite the inside of your cheek as you see your previous ones still unanswered. It’s been like that for the past few weeks. Not him ignoring you but a bit of a dry spell going on in your messages that was only broken when you told Steph what happened and decided you had to tell him, too.

It’s not his fault. The dry spell from before or the lack of responses going on now. 

You started the first thing. So, it’s more your fault than anything for all of that. Steph’s talked to him, though, and she’s never let up on anything amiss…

You groan quietly, dropping your phone on the counter and burying your face in your hands.

Too complicated. Too much. 

It never used to be like that but… things changed recently. 

You, mostly. 

You met Stephanie Brown your second semester at Gotham University. 

Taking your required elective, you chose Intro to Psych. She was doing the same. Though, being a social work major, psychology was practically a cousin to it. 

The professor for the class turned out to be a total dud. Rambled during lecture, refused to give out study guides, and while he would give out hints as to what material might show up on exams, his questions were trick ones. When people complained, he said some crap about being in a higher ed setting and needing to do better because of it. Like his class was some 300 or 400 level course and not a literal intro course to a large and burgeoning field of study. 

But classes are expensive, so, you couldn’t drop it. Refused to, really, knowing you would face much more difficult classes later on, ones you knew you might need to drop and try again. So, you weren’t going to waste the money on this type of class.

Steph was of the same thought.

She sat next to you in the lecture hall. You two didn’t talk until after the first exam and everyone was upset about their grades, the exams having been handed back at the end of class. Your shared frustration brought you together, mostly as you two were ranting about it, you packed up and wound up leaving class together, the both of you just too caught up in your anger to realize you both needed to go in opposite directions for your next class. 

You initially agreed to be study partners, to cover more ground that way. But Steph managed to worm her way to your heart by the end of that semester. 

Your astounding lack of friends helped, too. Even if things had been that way since your junior year of high school, even if you wanted things to remain that way to protect what little remained of your heart, the loneliness hit you harder than you thought it would when you started college. 

And Steph was nice and funny and listened to you and paid attention to you and you… were so very deprived of those things, so it was nice in the beginning, but then you realized, to your own horror, that you actually wanted her to stick her around, that just as she knew nearly everything about you by the end of the semester, you knew nearly everything about her, too, and you wanted to know more, wanted to be there for her like she always was for you. 

You have that and more now and you are so very lucky because of it.

Tim, though?

Tim was something else.

Steph told you she had a friend visiting.

Just that—that she had a friend visiting campus and she ‘hoped he could find his way to the computer workstation on the fourth floor because as soon as I sit down, I’m not leaving for anything other than to use the bathroom or some kind of world-ending event.’ 

It was a particularly grueling paper she had to churn out—twenty pages, heavily research-based with the kind of statistics that made your head spin.

Working at the front desk of the Martha Kane Library at the time, you humored her. Told her good luck and that you’d keep an eye out. The second part was a joke, of course, because she never said who was visiting her and how could you know if she never said anything?

You and Tim Drake wound up finding each other, anyway. 

Well, more like he found you. 

It sounds sort of romantic, right?

It’s… well, it’s certainly something.

“I’m just saying,” you’re telling him, totally neglecting your homework and the other duties you have at the front desk (you know this last part is especially true by the way your coworker, also at the front desk, is side-eyeing you but come on, there’s no one in line, so it’s fine!). “It’s a solid movie.”

Tim Drake gives you a comically disbelieving look. “A solid movie? It’s—it’s gaseous.”

“Did… you just make a physics joke? About the three states of matter?”

Tim turns an attractive shade of pink. “It’s four, actually, and, uh… yeah.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Steph is right. You really are a geek. Anyway. Cloverfield still sucks.” 

“Your opinion is automatically negated by the fact that you think the Final Destination movies have any kind of substance to them.”

“Hey, I didn’t say that. I just think they’re good ‘cause of Mary Elizabeth Winstead. You probably think the Transformers movies are actually good, don’t you?”

He looks offended. “Don’t insult me. We hate Michael Bay in this house.”

“Sure.”

“But I do think Bumblebee—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bumblebee is good for a change, we all know it. You’re probably one of those Nolan stans, aren’t you?”

“I don’t think any of what you just said are real words.”

“Oh, they’re real alright. Nolan stans are constantly on his dick, they’re all like, ‘Nolan is so deep and thoughtful and there is no one else like him.’ Wrong. I could find ten of him in the movie industry.” 

Tim narrows his eyes accusingly at you. “Steph said Interstellar is your favorite movie.”

“It’s his only good movie.”

“Don’t count out Inception like that.”

“Never seen it.”

“Wow.”

“You know what you sounded like just now? A Nolan stan.”

Tim actually grins at you and your stomach flutters at the sight of it. It’s that that had drawn your eyes to him. The cute but confused looking guy loitering around nearby, systematically checking his phone and glancing around—presumably for a map of the confusing and ancient library. With dark hair, pale skin, and pretty blue eyes that make you feel unbearably seen, Tim Drake is a sight for sore eyes. Your eyes, to be certain. 

Of course, you also know he’s here for Steph. That he is the friend she spoke of. And also the ex-boyfriend. That reminder sobers you considerably. 

Kind of funny, really. 

Much can be said about Tim Drake. 

The adoptive son of Bruce Wayne. The kid who snuck into No Man’s Land on a dare and had to be extracted by the US military after his father made a fuss about it. Then later, became controlling shareholder at Wayne Enterprises for whatever reason, boosting him into a very powerful position. Then he got engaged. Then he was shot—he was meant to be killed but obviously, it hadn’t gone that way. All this at seventeen. 

But eventually it petered out. He stepped down. Engagement broke off. He recovered. Now? He does some work for WE. That’s all that’s known to the press, anyway. 

It’s like you said. Much can be said about Tim Drake. 

But most of your impression is from Steph. He plays Warlocks and Warriors sometimes. Is a bit of a computer geek and has built his own PC for gaming. Hits the skatepark every now and then. Likes to spend time tinkering on his car.  And… has strong opinions on movies. 

Above it all?

He is her ex. A good friend now! But still. That fact remains. 

“Anyway,” you say, adjusting your notebook, textbook, and bag of pens just to do something. “You’re here for Steph, right?”

“She told you?”

“Well, she’s obviously told you stuff about me.”

“Steph won’t shut up about you,” he says, seeming more amused than annoyed by that fact. “I can’t imagine it’s the same with me.”

“I know enough.” Like the fact that he is her literal ex-boyfriend. Even if Steph says their relationship wasn’t the greatest, had some very questionable decisions on both their parts, and ended a bit dramatically… he’s still the first person she ever fell in love with. She told you that much. “She’s upstairs on the fourth floor. Hit the elevators over there, then when you get to the fourth floor, turn left, then another left, and the computer workstations are on your right. Can’t miss them.”

“You should watch Inception,” he says, instead of acknowledging literally anything you just said.

You arch an eyebrow challengingly. “You should watch Interstellar.”

He taps a finger on the counter. “We should do both. You, me, and Steph one of these days.”

“I hate to say it, but that sounds like a good idea.”

Steph’s voice scares the shit out of you. You bang your knee on the desk, cursing.

Tim looks unruffled as she comes from the side—the direction of the elevators, joining him at the counter and nudging his shoulder as she goes. He nudges back. They keep the contact.

“Sorry, Stephie,” you say. “We got preoccupied.”

“Arguing,” she corrects, but she doesn’t look upset about it. Instead, her cobalt blue eyes twinkle with something you can’t quite identify as she drops her chin into her palm.

“We weren’t arguing,” Tim says next. “We were lightly debating.”

“Of course. My cute little movie geeks. I think Duckboy’s right, though—” Tim groans slightly and mutters her name in annoyance; she ignores it “—we should get together and see them.”

You scratch your cheek. “I don’t know. Finals—”

“—are not for another month. I say let’s do it.” She looks at Tim and jabs a thumb at you. “She needs more friends.”

“Stephanie, please.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Timothy needs more friends, too. Friends from, say, the other half.” She smiles mischievously, a joke known only by the two of them. 

Tim, for his part, rolls his eyes but says nothing in protest. 

You don’t need more friends. More friends is actually a very bad idea. Letting one person get close was bad enough. Another person? Hell, no…

But the look on Steph’s face tells you that you, quite frankly, have no say in the matter. And the way you and Tim ‘lightly debated’ movies for a solid half hour tells you, too, that it’ll be too easy for you and he to become friends. 

You decide to shelve the issue for now as Steph tugs him away, promising you that she’ll arrange for things.

Maybe it won’t pan out. Maybe he’s actually horribly arrogant and conceited. (Though, if he’s friends with Steph, the likelihood of that is admittedly low.) 

You don’t know. All you know is it’s dangerous to let yourself get close to someone else.

But that’s all rather dramatic, isn’t it?

And it didn’t turn out how you wanted—you met Tim in the first semester of your sophomore year; your junior year just ended this May. You’ve been friends with him for a year and half. Steph for two. No end appears to be in sight. But you’ve compartmentalized. It’s just two people. That’s fine.

It’s totally fine. 

Even if it’s two people to match the two others you lost when you were fifteen. Like a repayment for the pain.

(Or a way to double it.)

But you lost your parents in the earthquake. 

Scientists called that a once-in-a-lifetime event.

There are plenty of things going on in this city that could cost your friends their lives but… it’ll never be as devastating as the earthquake. 

The earthquake where you nearly died after a piece of metal pierced your thigh, barely missing your femoral artery, and you spent the entire time from after the earthquake, when they dug your body out of the rubble, and to when they decided to exile the city, in a coma from the infection. 

By the time you stabilized, you were on a helicopter to Blüdhaven, the rest of the city in a panic to leave, and your parents were officially gone by that point. 

They couldn’t even find their bodies in time.

It took almost three years before they did. The year in which the government turned a blind eye to the city and cast it away, then another two years to rebuild, to sift through the ruin and destruction, to find the bones of the ones left behind since they were decomposed by then, and identifying them was an even more arduous task.  

You only managed to receive the catharsis of burying them when you turned eighteen. 

You might tempt fate by saying this but even if you lost either of them, the fallout would never beat that. A blessing, in that way. 

But even you hate to consider the possibilities of them leaving you. For anything.

They won’t. 

Everything will be fine. 

It has to be. 

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— i’m in love with you, sorry ! ★ | edition: kamisato siblings, version 1.0

ft. ayato & ayaka x fem!reader

content. angst, unrequited love (ayato), love without a happy ending (ayaka), hurt/no comfort, reader is from a low social class, closeted ayaka, secret fling (ayaka), rejection (ayato), arranged marriage (ayaka - not with the reader) both ooc because i’m still practising. — not proofread entirely.

archon’s decree. aaa here we are! the wheel said kamisato siblings angst hehe. i was gonna schedule this for tmrw but i’m posting it now <3

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✉️ mail received! sender: kamisato ayato

there was always this strange pull ayato felt towards you. it was something the elderly staff of the kamisato clan warned him about, shunning the play dates he would have with you as children, even if you were the daughter of one of their own. they couldn’t wrap their head around why someone of kamisato ayato’s ranking wanted to be around someone from a lower social class - you.

but yet ayato never felt that strange pull snap or tighten, he never yearned for you the same way that you craved every inch of his attention or the way he made you feel when you remained friends even after all the years.

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“if you keep burying your nose in official documents, you’ll look like one.” you taunt as you peek into his office, two cups of boba in your hands. ayato’s gaze seems to fall directly to them before it flickers to your face, a chuckle leaving his lips that makes your stomach do flips, butterflies fluttering in crazy motions at the mere action.

“it’s my job, y/n.” he comments as his gloved hands lower the paperwork he was holding, his eyes watching the way you’d shut the office door behind you with your foot before you approached him with the one thing he’d been craving.

it wasn’t your presence nor your comfort that being childhood friends brought; it was merely the boba. he didn’t grasp the concept of dating, not past what his parents had drilled into his head regarding arranged marriages and social classes, so the idea never entertained his mind, even when it was definitely entertaining yours.

you had been friends as long as you could remember. you don’t even remember why the rich kid from the estate inside chinju forest had visited konda village but you were entranced by pale blue locks and attire worth more than your life. he didn’t seem prejudiced to gaining a friend that day, regardless of how much mora you had to your family name.

you stayed entranced. you longed to be at his side until it got to the point of no return - it’d feel as if you was burning if you hadn’t seen him for a while. the people in the village rumoured you could create a new life for yourself, they were excited at the idea of his mora. you wasn’t; no, you was just excited at the idea of him.

“thinking?” ayato muses before his lips press against the straw of his drink, sipping at it as his eyes narrow at you in amusement. you scoff, cheeks flushing with warmth that creeps up your neck.

“is that illegal?” you throw back in defiance and ayato rolls his eyes, smiling.

“it is when you usually tell me everything.” he hums and suddenly the air is thick. tell him? if you did that you’d rather crawl to the bottom of a well in the village and live down there in the dark for the rest of your days.

it’s tense, suffocating when you suddenly forget to breathe. your lungs burn and ache for one simple breath and yet you can’t give it, throat tightening as you consider whether you do drop your feelings right here, right now. his lips are pulled tight into a smile, eyes tracing how you seem to be deep in your thoughts over such a simple thing.

it doesn’t occur to him that you’d ever fell in love with your childhood friend. the friend that your parents worked for so dotingly, treating him almost like a son when they’d pass him around the estate following his friendship with you. however more seconds passes until it appears to be minutes and ayato finds himself tensing with concern. his lips part to speak but you beat him to it.

“i love you. i’m sorry.” you finally speak, your voice meek when you can’t even bear to look at him. ayato’s lips close once more as he frowns. he’d rejected many girls growing up and you’d seen every one of them, yet here you were; clearly about to be another name to the list of women who failed so effortlessly to sway the likes of kamisato ayato.

“you know the answer already, don’t you?” he mumbles, his gaze falling to the boba you’d brought him. it was a weekly routine you’d both started, something he treasured even for a moment. he wonders if things will change now, “for what it’s worth, i’m sorry.”

you shake your head, trying to crack a small smile through the pain stabbing at your heart. your eyes sting when you force yourself to look up at him, trying your hardest to just appear normal for once. don’t let him know how much your heart is being ripped to shreds or how your stomach seems to have sunk to the deepest, darkest pits.

ayato can see it all on your face. he grimaces, biting the soft inner of his cheek when he realises he’s never been good at comforting people - how could he ever comfort you right now when he’s the one who made you feel like this? there’s an ache that pulls at his heartstrings. you are (perhaps were) his best friend, the concept that he’d reduced you to nearly tears in front of him felt almost as heavy as his words.

“i don’t want your apology, ayato.” you whisper, your voice croaking as you turn to leave his office hurriedly. he doesn’t get another chance at comforting you or making you stay longer when you disappear from his sight and he begins to consider whether he’ll ever have you in his sight again.

what a fool you’d been to think that admitting your lifelong secret would ever end up the way you dreamed.

✉️ mail received! sender: kamisato ayaka

there were words that would always be unspoken, no matter the amount of urgency they’d be ever have to be spoken with. numerous times you’d considered these words, she never explicitly said that the three forbidden words attaining to “i love you” shouldn’t be said and yet you find yourself biting your tongue and swallowing them back down.

to the public of inazuma, ayaka is a pinnacle of the socialite society. she cannot let it be faltered by her sexuality nor can she ruin her reputation if her secrets with you ever came to light. but maybe if something had been said or done, your emotional tethers to each other wouldn’t be cut with so brutal of a knife.

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her skin is as soft as always, she often lacks the ability to not pamper herself every waking minute of her days - it was something you’d always poked at. playfully, of course but you’d never had the time to be so careful and loving to your own body as much as she had. from the moment you’d wake, you were working to survive. ayaka knows that she need not sacrifice her time like you.

over your heads stand the proud cherry blossoms of inazuma, full of beautiful shades of pinks that dance to the ground in the breeze. ayaka hasn’t taken her eyes off the petals since you both settled under the tree, a woven blanket under you to ensure ayaka’s dress doesn’t dirty on the grass.

you can’t help but notice she’s troubled. there’s a glimmer of worry in her eyes and she keeps biting that plump lower lip she coats in a pretty lipgloss; the one that tastes like sunsettias because she knows you like the taste of it when you share chaste kisses in the pale moonlight, giggles hushed against each other’s lips at the secrecy of it all.

“what’s on your mind, love?” you murmur, a hand with minor callouses brushing against her delicate skin. she tenses suddenly, the light coming back to her eyes as she turns to look at you, a soft smile gracing her face. ayaka has always been insanely pretty, sometimes you’d questioned what she saw in you.

not only was you a lower social class than her but you couldn’t consider ever being to her beauty standard even if she would grimace and scold your words, mumbling about self love so sweetly that perhaps you do consider it.

“we can’t keep doing this—” she breathes, sorrow laced in her words when your brows furrow in confusion and she notes how your eyes seem to both soften and harden at the same time. ayaka wonders if you’ll hate her for this.

“what do you mean?” you cut off her explanation only to demand one, an awful idea in hindsight as ayaka makes a noise, looking away from you, “did someone find out- your brother?”

ayaka shakes her head, sitting her hands on her lap as she stares back at cherry blossoms above. she can’t bear to look at you, maybe it’s the pain in her chest that it’d even come to this but she knew it would. maybe she shouldn’t have played coy.

“they’ve arranged a marriage,” ayaka’s words sting and they burn when it feels like an arrow pierced your heart, the realisation widening your eyes that this couldn’t go on forever as it had, “he works for the tenryou commission.”

you could care less who he worked for or where, not when he’d ruined your sole solace in this damned world. not when he was stealing the love of your life from you, her soft pink lips and the nights spent curled up together under trees with a blanket draped over your bodies simply because she’d be dead if they knew.

but which part of this whole thing would kill her first? the lover from a lower social class, a sin to the socialite society or the lover who is the same gender as the shirasagi himegimi? sometimes you wonder why the woman who is considered a model of perfection in inazuman society had taken the risk in the first place.

“i love you.” you speak out, wondering if finally saying the words would make her reconsider. maybe she’d take your hand and swear her life on it, running away from the pristine life she’d been living but you knew these thoughts were futile. you just wanted her to know your true feelings for the first time since this fling had started.

“i love you too,” she means it, tears sparkling in her eyes when she gathers the courage to look at you, her heart shattering at the mere look of hurt on your face - she knows you’ll act unbothered now, only to release your emotions later behind closed doors where she can’t see, “i’m sorry.”

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[beesfairlyland]

hiii bee, it’s 👿 again!! thank you for clearing it up so well. and you’re right i understand self intellectually and to actually apply is confusing but i got it today. each time i got intrusive thoughts, felt like every little thing that this illusion is experiencing is real, doubts all that i asked myself who’s this “i” who’s trying to change? who’s trying to escape? it’s this illusion. but it’s so very limited that i can’t do anything. i’ve been so laid back, this illusion has a quite some problems maybe serious ones as well BUT I CANT TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY ANYMORE 😭💀. i just shrug my shoulders but at the same time a doubt comes up like oh why is this illusion i’m seeing so hard, i just want everything to be easier, effortless, not even lift a finger to get anything. LIKE YES I KNOW it’s the illusion’s desires and i understand since i’m awareness itself, i be aware of it -> i experience it.

also these days i don’t even think of the past like i actually don’t even remember anymore after knowing all that’s true is now. i don’t think of future at all as well 🧍🏻‍♀️ because all we have is now.

is identifying with character same as thinking like “oh i’ve to get up tmrw and do this/that.” but obviously it’s the illusion thinking yet sometimes i think if i’m aware of certain thing WHY did the opposite happen. and even when it did, i didn’t panic 💀 but my career depends on it then i’m like who’s career? this illusion’s 🧍🏻‍♀️. so not my problem, yet I CANT AT TIMES it’s just creeps up to me “why didn’t anything change?”

~👿 (can i just drop by in your inbox to input my thoughts and ask you things (not ND related))

Hii!! 👿💜

Omggg i am soo proud of you!!🫶🏻 You are literally doing soo great. And yes it's this simple just don't identify with anything except I AM. this ego can't grasp that anything can be this simple that's why it has to always doubt if it's doing everything right (guess there's nothing to do at all). Even when the ego feels like there's no 'progress'..... it's always there... every moment you are getting closer and closer to HOME. Just don't give a fuck about what this ego thinks or wanna do. It's problems ain't yours. Why would you worry about a illusionary characters problems right!

And yess thinking about what you'll be doing tomorrow...what work you gotta do it's all from the ego obviously. And uk what that do? It makes the dream same for tom coz you are expecting the same dream tom....so you are thinking about it's stuff. Try to be present in the NOW as much as possible. Sleep as if there's no past no future. Don't think about what you gotta do tom. Yeah these thoughts gonna come so what? Don't pay them any attention....by time(illusionary) it's gonna go away. It's just the ego thinking that nothing's changed. Would you care about it huh? NO. Let this ego think whatever it wants to.

And ofccc i would love to if you drop in ny asks anything you like!! You are always welcome here...ilyy🫶🏻💜

-Bee🧚🏻‍♀️✨

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Leo Valdez Friends to Lovers headcanons asf 😍😍 pt. 1

i luv the idea of leo having a friends to lovers trope. like it’s so cutie and makes me feel safe ig idk bruh

okie anyway

yes this mans is constantly flirting w people and wants to be a PLAYAH, but his intentions were never rly serious (until he met u 😏)

cuz ya know, abandonment issues :(

from the first time he saw you, he thought you were incredibly pretty

Leo brain: new girl at camp… new girl cute… hope not Hephaestus kid… she smiled at me… *passes away*

but from then you’d hang out with piper a lot and leo would be loitering in your guys’s general vicinity, until eventually you were introduced by her

cuz of that you became friends quick, which he cherished and didn’t want to ruin by pursuing you

but i meannn, let the shameless flirting begin. yall would throw pick up lines back and forth like there is no tmrw

the more outrageous, the better.

but it was also a genuine friendship you guys created; as well as being very honest with each other

a genuine friendship full of THICK sexual tension and longing… but real nonetheless :D

imagine: one time you, leo and ur friends went swimming and were hanging out on the dock

people were running around and splashing in the water

you were sitting on the edge of the dock with leo. he was messing with a fishing pole, trying to make it automatic w whatever scraps he found lying around (lil genius mechanic) and you were j observing him

and gods, did he look good.

he was shirtless, and after spending all day in the sun he had a light bronze glow to his typical tan.

a few more freckles dusted his face and shoulders

and his curly hair, dried from sun and the sea salt, gave it this messy beach vibe. he was focused on his project, blessing his face with the cute concentration expression he makes whenever he is working.

there was no denying that you found him attractive, but in that moment; the mix of spending such a fun day with him, thinking about how much you like him as a person, and just looking at him shirtless–

it was like he was magnetic

“you look really good right now” you say out of the blue

despite him being focused on his fishing rod, he turned to look at you in surprise.

“what?” he said, not really comprehending your words.

“I saaaid you look really good right now.”

and for a few seconds, he just stared at you with his mouth agape.

“i- um… thank you?” he said, keeping his same shocked expression

you kind of broke him in that moment, he couldn’t process that you thought he looked good. he thinks you’re out of his league by miles (no bby ur gorgeous) and couldn’t 100% tell if you were making fun of him or not… buttt

“i’m just being honest you dingus” you said to him, laughing lightly

“your hair is extra curly right now, it’s cute.”

twirling a stray curl around your finger, giving him an adoring look

“welp, i’m gonna go grab a drink, brb” you say getting up and walking inside

Leo was left sitting on the dock, stunned and red from something else besides a sunburn.

piper: hey! earth to leoo, did you get sun poisoning or some shit? you’re all red

leo: …

piper: percy can u help me with this?

percy: i gotch u

*tsunami wave* -drenched asf leo

moving on…

you and leo would randomly say what’s on your mind

more time spent together, more small habits abt each other you would discover and treasure

at that point, leo couldn’t deny it anymore, he might have developed a lil crush on u (cough the bigggggest crush on u cough).

He didn't know how to go about it though, so of course he confided in piper.

“i mean at first i thought I just admired her as a friend yaknow? like a super sexy hot friend who i wanted to be with all the time, but keeping our relationship as just friends.

BUT NOW IDK WHAT TO DO I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE SHES LITERALLY TOO PERFECT AND I WANNA BE MORE THAN FRIENDS. IM FREAKINGNOUT EVERYTIME I SEE HER SHES SO FREAKING CUTE AHHHHH” -leo

Piper listening, definitely finds this whole situation funny. you guys are so painfully obvious, but also so fucking oblivious at the same time.

but in response to leo’s rant: “leo, i know”

“omg how did you know!?” 😦😦 he says genuinely baffled.

but as they talk, he makes piper promise to keep it a secret, even though she tells him that you’re interested too and pretty much everyone can tell.

alas, leo does not want to ruin anything, and decides to suffer in silence and keep talking about you to piper.

[screampied]

𝓐𝓡𝓖. slow seggs w/ nanami makes me feel things 😞😞 i’m a sucker for locking fingers and forehead kisses it’s so sad </3

HOW. ARE. YA VAYGUSS 🫦‼️‼️‼️ HOWS BEEN YOUR DAY ‼️‼️‼️‼️ WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOIN RECENTLY ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i’m lowk molesting you but it’s been ages since i haven’t stopped by ???? and damn there’s a lot happening ig tell me vegas pls 🙏🏼

HAVE YOU SEEN DA OMYMPICS? ALGERIA WON THE GOLD MEDAL AT BOXING YA YA YAAA🇩🇿🇩🇿🇩🇿 imane is da queen fr ☝🏼

erm… may i know whos that sylus ppl are talking about ???😞😞😞

WHATEVER VAYGUS OMG URGENT ‼️ im plannjng on writing a fic but idk where to start and there’s a lot to describe and omg i’m in shambles rn ,,, it’s a bar setting and i never wrote about it so you have any tips for me smeggsy?😞

wtv bye bye 💋💋💋have a good day night and dreams 💕💕💕

-🌟

hiiiiii starrrrrr 💓 omg slow sex w nanami ur so right 🙂‍↕️ missionary, hand holding, EYE CONTACT, ough m gonna cry.

i’ve been okay, life has been pretty shitty lately for me but i’m trying to stay positive 😽. i’m gonna go hiking tmrw so that’s fuuuuun. hopefully the insects don’t bother me 💔. UMMM NOTHING REALLY. applying for new classes for spring term, i think I’ll do online this year. gonna get back into volleyball tho m so excited i missed my team aaah

UR FINNEEEEE no worries !!! i missed you <3 screampied has been screamping so you haven’t really missed much 👯‍♀️✨. i’m working on two fics, well mostly brainstorming for now but i think i can finish up a current fic i’ve been working on sometime soon mayhaps when i’m free

and YESSSSS I SAWWWWW. i haven’t watched all sports but ALGERIA WAS AMAZINNGGGGG. so proud, esp for brazil too !!!! 💓 have you seen the olympic breakdancing ? it’s definitely… something

sureee, sylus is basically this guy from a game called “love and deepspace” he’s so handsome 💓 he does resemble satoru a bit now that i think about it. i’d def recommend playing <3

and ooo bar setting? well to start, i’d start off with describing the scenery of the bar. ease your way into the dialogue + then the smut since you’re writing about smut. hmmm some tips, i’d say to focus highly on body language, eye contact, breathing, that sort of thing !! also, who are you writing about? 🤗 but bye bye !!!! you too x

[therosevest]

i won’t screenshot the dms bc i don’t feel like opening the latest message but EYE posted on my story abt the tiktok pictured below basically about how i got horny thinking abt someone working through a difficult math problem lol don’t worry abt that anyway sam slides up bc i cut part of it out so as to avoid insta censors and my slight embarrassment lol and was like does that say c*m and i was like well yes and then he was like haha what you’re into math… girl u have to walk w the thought process 😑 which i know you’re incapable of anyway so i vaguely responded like ah yeah what being away from stem for so long will do to u and he responds with like ten messages. including. ‘you gotta do it yourself’ that’s not the point 🙄 ‘you know how i’m terrible at talking to women’ wow really ‘so i realized i can calculate the speed of cum’ ‘bc i have some data’ DID I ASK?????!???!?!!!?!!!!! hello there’s oversharing and then there’s this… does the girl you’re having sex with know you share to this extent. and then he said how he accidentally brought this up to someone irl to be like haha awk whoops and i was like yeah well there r times where perhaps we need to self censor. and then i also get a message that’s like ‘hang on im doing the math’ IM NEVER EVER EVER GONNA BE ATTRACTED TO U I HOPE U KNOW THAT SCREAAMMMMM (and u need to know bc he’s genderfluid. im only using one set of pronouns for clarity on here ok i promise im not a dick. but he thinks he’s like. an exception for lesbians basically… like he doesn’t Count…. and like look im no essentialist im all for like freaky gender sex but also at so many other turns you do take advantage of being seen as a white male so. i don’t. yeah.) he’s kind of like the creepy dude at the edge of the friend group in high school named matt who would constantly harass me and my ex but like tried to be so lowk abt it. and it’s so bad basically. ‘17mph is crazy’ i hope you fall in an intersection sorry i can’t do this anymore 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 so pissed i have to see him tmrw i should be able to watch mmxxl w scully in peace

[lesbianfakir]

this may be none helpful i fear but i would like to say thank you for getting me out of my art block tongiht, albeit thru yours(;-;)!! your post about perfectionism made me go "oh i do that... i should stop" and put out a piece i may or may not hate tmrw about the beloved ballerina show... so basically thank u for existing and posting, you made a tangible difference in my life tonight and im better for it :^)

Hi thank you!! This is such a sweet ask and it really did make me feel better!!

Perfectionism is a bitch. It’s easy to recognize but hard to reel in. I’m so glad that hearing about someone else’s experiences with it was enough to inspire you to fight back. I always think about how it’s extra hard to make things when you have perfectionism because you have to do all the regular work of making the thing and then you have to fight off your brain telling you it’s not good enough and you should just quit the entire time. And that takes real energy to get through!! All of that to say I’m super proud of you, even if you’re not happy with the finished product, even if you only were able to work on it for a little bit. I’m proud of you because you said you know what? This voice in my head IS bullshit and I’m gonna fight it. And that takes real courage.

Anyways I was super curious and I went through your art tag and oh my god!!!!! The roleswap au with raven duck and fakir is gorgeous!!!!!!! The way you render the raven feathers + light catching on the dark fabric is absolutely beautiful. Anyways please fight off that mean voice in your head because I want to see what you made. If you do end up posting pls send it to me!!

[chososcamgirl]

Sept. 29 daily check in for iya.. make sure to post + FINISH THIS WHEN SHE RESPONDS TO YESTERDAYS DAILY CHECKIN

Warning.. ⚠️ I YAPPED SO HARD IN THIS ONE DONT BE AFRAID TO NOT ANSWER EVERYTHING CUS IK I YAP A LOT‼️‼️😭☹️ + I kinda wrote this the night before becauseee I’m really busy today so if some things are in future tense that’s why…

HEYHEYHEY SIGMA ALPHA IYA I HOPE UR FEELING REALLLYYYYY SKIBIDI CUS U DESERVE IT AFTER THE LAST CHAPTER😫😫 IM ABOUT TO FLY OVER TO GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST KISS EVER ILYSMMMM AUFNENENDND I DIDNT EVEN KNOW YOU DIDNT CAMEOS BUT ME MAKING AN APPEARANCE REALLY SHOOOOOKKKKKKK ME TO MY CORREEEEE UGHHH CAME 5 TIMES JUST READING THAT TWEETTTTT 😫🤰🤰

OKOKOK THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS CHAPTER SINCE MY FUCKKKK IT WAS SO GOOD I AM LITERALLY SO STUFFED (in both ways 😫 toge PLEASEEE)

YUTAMAKI SNEAKKK ANDNENNENENEJSOXKWNEN I LOVE THEM THEYRE MY SKIBIDI TOILET 🐺‼️ NOT YUTA BEING FUCKING HEADDDDD OVER HEELS FOR MAKI (me too lowk..) POSTING HER ON INSTA UGHHH ME AND WHO😭😭😭🙍‍♀️🙍‍♀️🙍‍♀️ (toge PLEASEEE) LIKE LITERALLY BECOME OFFICAL ALREADY I SWEARRRR 😡😡 I LOVE THEM RHEYRE SOOO SKIBIDI 💗☹️

UGHH I WANT WTV THE FUCK MEGUMI AND YN HAVE CUS GODDDDD JUST FUCK ALREADY EVERYONE CAN SEE THRU IT (just kidding YN STAY UPP DO NOT SIT DOWN STOP THINKING WITH UR PUSSY THINK OF YOUR PRIDEEEE (saying this even tho I’m proudly exclaiming that I would like to gain stds from inumaki BUTTTT IN MY DEFENSE THATS DIFFERENT 😭‼️‼️)

Brainrot references oh my GYATT me and toge are made for each other likeeeeee 😍😍 please slide into my dms and TALK TUAH ME‼️😫

ok seriously yn stand UPPP UGHHH CUS WHY WOULD YOU BE THAT SERIOUS FOR A MAN💔💔 WHY WOULD YOU GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO GO AGAINST YOUR 4LIFER FOR A FUCKING MAN…? WHY WOULD A MAN BE THERE????? WHY WOULD A FUCKING MAN BE PUT FIRST STOP THINKING WITH YOUR FUCKING PUSSY GIRL IM SERIOUSLY GOING TO BEATTTT THE SHIT OUT OF HER CUS ALL THIS OVER A FUCKING MAN IS INSANE (did I mention how this is extra insane because it’s over a MAN?? Like idgaf if he’s not girl get UPP) unless it’s over inumaki… then it makes sense.. WHO SAIDD THATTT (I’m projecting… sorry guys… I’m not sexist I promise ☹️☹️) (maki please humble her because if I was sjap yn I would’ve RANNN TO MAKII LIKE GIRL IM SO SORRY PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME ILY UR MY BSF AND ILL DUMP EVERY SINGLE MAN IN THE WORLD FOR YOU ☹️☹️☹️☹️😭😭😭😭)

THE CLIFFHANGER OMFG⁉️⁉️ IT BETTER NOT BE SUKUNA GIRL OTHERWISE IM BEATING THE SHITT OUT OF UUUU but at the same time.. megumi is BARLEY better… like by 0.000000001% better… so…. What if we just fuck toge instead 🤗🤗🤗 I’m EXTREMLEY fond of that idea sooo maybe keep it in mind?/j SRSLY THO ILL BEAT U UP IYA (then we can make out while watching despicable me after 🥰😘)

Omfg…. FUCKKKK YNNNN UGHHH GIRL STAND UP THIS IS WHAT BEING A WHORE RESULTS TO (as if I wouldn’t come running back to my ex with open arms if I had the chance…jk I don’t have an ex… it’s something I would do tho… I’ve done it for countless friendships… SIGHH) #projectingagain

#someonepleasefuckingshootme

#togepleasegivemehead😘😘🥰😍🤗

Ok DAMNN I HAD A LOT TO YAP… but it was a GOOD ASS CHAPTER IM LITERALLY SO STUFFED 🤰🤰

IM GONNA TRY AND GET ON TGAT GRINDD TODAY CUS ILL TRY ACTUALLY STUDYING FOR MY TESTS SO NEXT SJAP WEEKEND IS MY INSPO FS ‼️🤗🐺🔥 + I JUST CHECKED MY SCHEDULE AND I HAVE A FREE PERIOD TMRW YAYSYSYSYSYYSSYYAYAYAYSY I LOVE WHENEVER I START MY WEEK WITH A FREE😍😍😍

HOW WAS UR DAYYYY⁉️⁉️ SINCE ITS MONDAY FOR U IM ASSUMING YOU HAVE WORK SO I HOPE IT WAS GOOD 🔥🔥

IM SO GLAD MY COMMENTS FILL U WITH LOVE 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ CUS I FEEL VERY LOVED EACH TIME U RESPOND TO MY ASKS ‼️🔥💗

ANSWER TO LAST QOTD 🔥🔥🤗 TEA FSS I AM A SLUTTTTTT FOR UNSWEETENED TEA LIKE OML 😫😍🤤 I GREW UP DRINKING IT CUS MY FAM WOULD SHOVE IT DOWN MY THROAT EVERY CHANCE THEY GOT SO IT STOPPED AFFECTING ME LIKE A ENERGY DRINK UNLESS I DOWN LIKE 10 PACKS 😢😢 BUT ITS SO GOOKDDD UFGHGHH I LOVE THE BITTER TASTE 🤤🤤🤤 MY FAV IS GREEN TEA AND 紅茶 (I forgot what it was called in English 😢😢)

QOTDDDD ‼️🔥🤗 CAKE OR PIE 🥧 🍰⁉️⁉️

OKAH BYE SIGMA IYAAA IK I YAPPED HARDDDD WITH THE SJAP COMMENTS SO FEEL FREE TO NOT READ ALL OF MY YAP 😭 HOPE U HAD A VERY SIGMATASTIC DAY ‼️‼️ LOVE U POO POO

- 🐺

HI ALPHA!! 🐺

daily check in i love its 2am and i always answer ur check ins last bc i like ending it on a good note🙂‍↕️ LMFAO UR FINE <3 sorry if this is not coherent i am on the verge of sleeping so that’s why!!

HEH IM GLAD U LIKE UR CAMEO!! pucker up ill take that kiss now😼 YUTAMAKI FOR LIFE. like yes i also love nobamaki but ive never see yutamaki in smau’s so i decided to make them a couple 🙂‍↕️ #YNSTANDUP #CITYGIRLSDOWN pls guys we need her to stop thinking with her pussy💔🙏 TALK TUAH ME PLS ALPHA IM WEAK😭 u guys belong together fr. NO EXACTLY CUZ WHY WOULD A MAN BE THERE. this may or may not been me expressing my feelings in which my friend went back to her ex after us crying together abt it… #loredrop like pls i would forever choose my bestfriend over any man PERIOD

i was rubbing my hands together laughimg evilly at the cliff hanger heh.. am i evil guys😈 (i have received countless death threats) (im so on for watching despicable me pls) SONT BE! I LOVE UR YAPS AND I HOPE UR STUFFED AFTER EVERY CHAPTER (pause)

YAY FOR FREE PERIODS🔥 think of sjap as a reward 😼🫵 bc this next chapter WILL BE FR🔥 MY DAY WAS GOOD! i did not have work which is YAY but omg i made french toast and it was so bus liek omg pls my stomach is rumbling thinking abt it… AW ALPHA ILY <33

OOOOO TEA I LIKE IT LMFAO NOT THE BEING FORCED TO DRINK IT IK WEAK😭 U MUST GIVE ME RECS!

QOTD: CAKE! specifically cheesecake or lava cake i’m a SLUT for the both of them but i do love a good apple/berry pie.. pls now im so hungry im going to go to the fridge after this💔💔 WBY!!!

ILY ALPHA!! HAVE A SIGMA DAY AT SCHOOL PLS KEEP ON YAPPING <333

[axq0z]

˗ˏˋ my birthday ´ˎ˗

my birthday is tmrw and i’m really scared because i just know i’m gonna eat too much food.

we’re gonna go to the temple to pray and i know i HAVE to eat there because it’ll be considered disrespectful.

I think i can try to get a small portion then eat a bit and tell my dad i’m full but i’m not sure it’ll work.

What’s even worse is later we’re going to a restaurant and we’re probably gonna get appetizers or something and i KNOW i’m gonna overeat so bad.

To top it all off my parents family aunt literally everyone is telling how good the food tastes whenever i say “im not hungry” and they’re always talking about how good the food is.

If you guys have any advice pleaseee share.

UPDATE

i literally broke all my rules and ate way too much i hate myself kill me now!!!😜

even worse i cant even purge cuz i’m in another country and everyone in the freaking house will hear me gagging!!

[moontxt]

okayyy guys update time. so basically things have been going well since graduation. the only problem has been trying to find a job, which was sooo stressful but now I interviewed for this position and I feel really good about it?!?! HR emailed me like a week after the interview and requested references “as part of the hiring process”…..like does that mean I got it? as long as my references check out? all of them already submitted so now im just waiting and I really hope it works out!! I also have a phone interview tmrw for this really interesting job that I definitely think could be really cool….so I also have that which is really nice!! I just really hope one of them works out. I’ve also been getting very spiritual again lately, I mean im always a witch but sometimes im more active and I’ve been doing a lot of divination and spell work and it’s been great! I even recently did a spell with FIVE people. alsoooo I’ve been trying to be more social lately and SILLY. I have such a hard time being silly and im so scared of people. but im finding that isolating myself doesn’t really make me feel better. so yes im trying to be more loving and connected to others!! anyway that’s my update. I’m a little nervous rn because my gf went to sleep and sometimes I get nervous when im up by myself :/ but I think everything’s actually fine!! things are going well and im trusting the universe and trying to stay present and be compassionate to myself so yeah that’s what im gonna do!!!

[teethpaste]

Damnnn I hate when a FWB has to end. I took PTO tomorrow and was supposed to see one of my FWB to spend the whole day together and see long legs (lol so very casual right)

I was all excited about it and then my friend who I got dinner with went to a bar after, sees said FWB on a date

He is totally allowed to do that bc we are casual but when my pal told me he saw him on a date I was immediately filled with jealousy, anxiety, sadness and had to take a step back like hooooly shit you actually have a crush on this person, the no strings attached sex has to stop immediately . Also like I thought he was getting feelings too bc of the shit he was telling me and also like who gives forehead kisses after sex if you don’t like the person a little romantically? Lollll. I haven’t been on a new date in a month or two - anyone have seen has been another fwb that I actually have zero romantic feelings for

So I’m proud of myself bc old me would’ve felt sad, still gone thru with tomorrow and spent the whole time questioning my self worth like omg why isn’t he picking me even tho I don’t want a relationship - and that is admittedly flaw on my end bc like HELLLOOO

But instead I sent him a very direct text just saying “hey I have to call tomorrow off. I caught feelings and that doesn’t lend itself to the casualness of this relationship. I gotta take a step back. Hope you have a nice day off tho”

And like he’s gonna know it’s bc my friend saw him. And I started thinking and what if he was with a friend, and it wasn’t a date. But that doesn’t matter bc I still had the crazy feelings and that’s not fair of me in a casual relationship where I don’t want to make it monogamous anyway - that isn’t fair to either of us

So anyways that’s done and now I’m working tmrw. I feel like the universe is really removing stuff from my life to set me up for success bc like if my friend hadn’t randomly gone to that bar and i never would’ve known. I really need to date myself again and focus on taking care of me with all this upcoming work travel and my move.

But last thought - Am I evil/insecure/delusional in knowing that FWB only works for me when the other persons relations are 100% out of sight out of mind lmao. As soon as that wall is broken and I can no longer be ignorant to them fucking other people, I have to run. It’s not like this ALL the time but this one was especially worse bc I started to really like him and was just kidding myself

Womp

Cue “why bother” by weezer lol

[unfortunate17]

Ok so it is half past nine at night in CA, YR S3 comes out in 2.5 hours. 😭

I think I’m gonna do something insane. I’m gonna start working now, work until about 2-3am my time so that I don’t have anything to do tmrw. Then I’m gonna go to bed & wake up and watch it all the way through without taking a day off tmrw.

That means I’m saying goodbye & goodluck to everyone now 😭 see y’all on the other side 🕯️

[hariboz]

HI IM ALIVE 🩷🩷🎀 ur girl had a bit of a stressful week but i still survived 🫡

IF ITS NEPOTISM FOR PAYING FOR OLLIE TO DEBUT THEN HES THE MOST DESRVING NEPO BABY IDC ❕❕❕also dw the nct wish agenda is working.. they're gonna become one of my casuals bc of u ☝🏻 IM WATCHING THE BAKERY TMRW TRUST

also yes i did see him.. WHY IS GUNWOOK SO TALL LIKE ???? n sakura is taller than me stop it 🙁😞 i feel u i also have smth weirdly against tall ppl ( im jealous ) but i always end up going for the tall ones 💔💔 can they just like.. shrink pls. ALSO YES UR WRITING IS SO AUFUHDIWOALAK !!!!! the way u write gunwook makes me wanna jump in the air n run laps around my room cartoon style. HARIBOZ IS THE BEST ZB1 WRITER I FEAR..

— 🎀

( also i missed u, sorry for being so late these days 😭😭😭😭 )

OMG HEEEEY <3 honestly pookie WELL DONE we all have those stressful weeks yet you still came out on top who’s the real winner here?!! <3 actually it’s me i’m the winner bc now you’re back 🫶🏻

RIGHT!! OLLIE 🔛🔝 the final is literally in one week and i’m already getting a tummy ache…someone save me…AAAAND!! nct wish officially debuted 🥹🫶🏻 make sure to listen to wish & sail away, they’re SOgood and once they have you hooked you’ll automatically seek out more 🤭 (manifesting) && don’t stress to much about watching it all, ik sometimes you just don’t feel it!! it’s all good i just think you’d like them <3 (still want to know if i got your faves right so lmk asap if you start to get into them 🤭🤭)

i’m a little taller than sakura so not THAT short but still wook would tower over me 😵‍💫 what does he need all these legs for….OOH OMGOMG did you see the tvxq cover they did today!! they did so well omg it fits them surprisingly well 👀 && STOOOP you’re so cute MWAAAH ILYYY TYSM 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 i’m glad you like the wook i only trust your opinion on him fr 🤚 i wanna write more consistently but it’s so hard i need to be in ~the mood~ ☹️

[decladams]

Hey there! Just wanted to say that if you decide to post your pynch t4t fic I'd be really excited to read it :) I don't really have a specific question to ask about it, but feel free to tell me anything you want to share about it or maybe there is like a favorite bit you've already written you want to share! Also really looking forward to the next chapter of 'the future's unwritten" :)

waouguh thank youuuuu !! actually i plan to update the futures unwritten tmrw i’ve been fucking around with the chapter order but i think it’s interlude 4 -> ch 10 -> epilogue. it was gonna be ch10 then i4 but i wanted to end on the actual chapters except i had 10 written but not the interlude. sorry that’s a lot of rambling! basically i only have one chapter left to write and it should be quick so hopefully all of the fic is written and posted in the next six weeks or so 🙏

as far as t4t pynch goes i’m very steadily working through it but turns out that not having an intended plot makes it slightly harder lol. anyway i am still fixated on it and think about it in my head lots. just doesn’t always get written down lmao