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Last song: 2am by The Beths 😭 I started listening to their music recently and this song broke me, the nostalgia and yearning was programmed into it or something how did they DO that???

Currently Watching: I just started the Lessons In Chemistry tv show! I Finished the book a couple of weeks ago and loved it, plus Brie Larson is such a queen 😍 I'm only two episodes in and the end of the second episode was... Brutal ❤️‍🩹 oh and OF COURSE I've been watching the Percy Jackson show (which you might have seen once or twice on my blog lol) 🩵🔱🌊 please allow 3 to 5 business days while I recover after the finale airs 🥲

Three Ships: gotta be Percabeth (no surprises there), Jopper ofc (when will Stranger Things return from the war), and Locklyle (my sweet children, gone too soon 😭)

Favourite Colour: Blueeeeee 💙 though I am also enjoying a lovely forest green at the moment

Currently Consuming: I made burgers for dinner which were super yum, and had a Perky Nana as a little after dinner treat 😌

First Ship: Percabeth forever and ever baby! I remember going on the We Heart It website (is that still around?) to look at fanart and stuff asdfghjkl how time flies! And now here we are watching their story play out all over again on the show 🥹

Relationship Status: single pringle for 2 years now ✌️

Tagging: @legendofcutiepies @tvmilfs @love-thatfish @cupcakeblake and anyone else who feels like joining in 💕

[earthtooz]

x : NO FEAR :*+ﾟ i wanna love you with no fear !

in which: itoshi rin rejected you, so why isn't he handling your avoidance well?

warnings: 5k wc, fluff with minor angst, jealous!rin, food cw, swearing, reo is reader's best friend, COLLEGE!AU, gn!reader, non-canon complaint

a/n: happy valentine's day !!! shoutout to @ryekoo for finally giving me inspo on what to do for the rin fic of my event - u rly saved my life <3

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you:i’m going to end you. <reo3: i’m too pretty to die ._. you: and you told me i was too pretty for itoshi rin to reject!?!?!?! <reo3: oh... <reo3: i’m sorry. <reo3: condolences fr.

with a disappointed sigh, you pocket your phone, decidedly ignoring the next few messages that reo sends as you wait for your bus. he owes you a million yen for the amount of grief and distress he’s currently putting you through, especially with the way he shattered all hopes you had with your love life.

well, hopes that you were stupid enough to feed into because this was itoshi rin you’re talking about; possibly the most standoffish, calculated, and devastatingly gorgeous man you’ve ever met in your life. yet, despite his detestable personality, you still found yourself falling hook, line, and sinker for the man, despite his insults, cold comments, and dismissive attitude.

maybe it’s masochism. 

now that you look back on it, rin’s rejection seemed almost inevitable. even if you lead yourself to hope with all the times you caught him staring at you, the prompt replies to your messages, and willingness to somewhat tolerate you during group projects, it was rather obvious that this would be the outcome to your heartfelt confession. 

‘i don’t see you like that’.

it’s cringeworthy simply thinking about it. now you’re going to have another memory that’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.

recalling the expression he made after your confession; eyebrows scrunched and lips tugged into a slight frown, was traumatising enough for you to wish for the ground to swallow you whole. his face will plague you for an uncertain amount of time because today truly, was so very humbling.

the sight of your bus approaching your stop rouses you from the crevices of your thoughts and after you jump on and settle yourself into a seat in the relatively empty carriage, you bring your phone out to text reo again. he’d sent four messages since.

&lt;reo3: this doesn’t make any sense we all thought rin was into you &lt;reo3: like DOWN BAD into you<reo3: everyone on the team has literally made bets on you two <reo3: i’m sorry :c r u okay?  you: yeah. just gotta take the L and move on you: hey at least i’m free for valentines <reo3: LET’S GOOO we’re definitely doing something <reo3: i’ll be a better valentines than r*n you: you’re sexier too babes xoxo <reo3: duh!

maybe you’ll let reo see another day. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your university schedule was never the same after the ‘itoshi rin’ fiasco.

it was never an amazing schedule to begin with since a few classes were quite inconvenient, and there’s only so much to enjoy out of your seminars. the fun part about them was being able to sit beside rin and talk to him whenever you could without getting waved off, but since his heartless decline of your feelings, acting ‘buddy-buddy’ wouldn’t be acceptable. so you resorted to sit by yourself in a section of the space you’ve never really occupied before, busying yourself on your phone as students walked in to class.

despite the temptation to look at the door to see when rin would come in, you do not budge one bit, eyes glued to your phone screen (which had nothing entertaining on it). this meant that you couldn’t see the confusion on his face when he didn’t see you in your normal spot and how it merged further into a look of offence when he instead spots you across the room.

reluctantly taking his usual seat, rin’s gaze lingers on you, hoping to meet your eyes at least once. but upon your insistence to pretend your phone was more important than him, he sits down, practically flopping onto his chair with his backpack cushioning his fall. 

sitting here feels a little empty. rin can’t help but think how it used to be much better when you insisted on being next to him.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 

&lt;;reo3: you can come now rin isn’t here yet

you: kk b there soon

the trek across campus towards the university’s soccer field, although long, is harmless enough, especially since you were doing a favour for your best friend by bringing the soccer guards and water bottle that he left at your dorm. the harmful part was the looming threat of itoshi rin’s presence and your fear that you would encounter him on your way. 

all you needed to do was drop in quickly and leave. 

when you get to the field, nagi’s the one who sees you first from where he was lounging on the bleaches, changed in his soccer gear. 

“oh, y/n,” he mumbles, sitting up. “hello.”

“hey nagi. are you trying to nap before practice or something?” you ask.

“yeah.” 

“won’t that drain you though before practice starts? you’ve got like… five minutes.”

“still classified as a power nap. wanna collect a power up before startin’.”

amusing as ever, he is. “sure. hey, you know where reo is?”

“he’s changed, probably warming up with isagi and bachira and whoever else.”

“shouldn’t you be doing that too?”

“not until reo forces me to.”

as if on cue, a friendly and very familiar voice calls out nagi’s name and you’re delighted to see the purple-haired in question. you can finally give him his stupid stuff back; the ones you’ve been holding in your hands this entire time like an idiot.

“come on nagi!” reo exclaims, jogging over. a smile appears on his face when he sees you. “yo! y/n! thanks for bringing my things.”

“‘s not a problem. next time i’ll burn them so don’t leave them again,” you counter as the purple-haired takes his things from you with an eye roll. “i filled up your water bottle for you.” 

he places his things down before sitting beside nagi to put his guards on. “so considerate even whilst terrorising me.”

“of course.”

“seriously though, thank you for bringing my things.”

“not a problem. i’m gonna head back to my dorm to study so i’ll see you later. bye reo, bye nagi,” you wave at the two, fixing your backpack strap before turning around to leave the field, only to bump face-first into someone.

the apology that surfaces on your tongue quickly withers away when you lock eyes with a pair of steely, teal ones, partially hidden by strands of dark hair. he looks at you like he has something to say.

but you’re not ready to hear it. 

“uh, hi rin! gotta go!” you squeak before stepping to the side and running away, leaving rin to stare in bewilderment after you.

part of him has the urge to run after you. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

<reo3: isagi’s invited a bunch of us to the on campus screening of spirited away

<reo3: wanna come?

you: ykw why not

you: not like i have essays to write

<reo3: FUCK THEM ESSAYS! 

you: YOU’RE RIGHT SPIRITED AWAY IS BETTER !

if you knew that this would lead you to be seated (uncomfortably) between reo and isagi, who acted as the only barrier between you and an-unnamed-man (rin), then perhaps you would’ve dedicated yourself to your essay rather than a fun opportunity to hang out with your friends. 

1500 words sounds better than having to pretend like there wasn’t an icy cold stare penetrating the back of your head every time you turned to talk to reo, or isagi trying to keep his interactions up with rin so the latter wouldn’t try to talk to you.

you owe isagi a vending machine drink after this because a ‘thank you’ will never suffice. 

it’s easy enough to forget about rin when the movie plays and isagi begins whispering little pieces of commentary to you from time to time, eliciting giggles from you that you try to suppress to not annoy those around you. however, each sound that slipped past your lips was enough to make the dark-haired boy scrunch his face in disgust, an ugly, green monster climbing up his throat when he catches a glimpse of how happy you seemed with someone that wasn’t him. it kills him to see how easily it is for you to just ignore him like your friendship never existed.

since the campus movie was scheduled during a cool but bearable, autumn dusk, you severely underestimated how cold the night would get. heating wasn’t the best in the gymnasium so the committee had instructed everyone to bring their own blankets and warm covers, yet in your haste, you couldn’t bring adequate layers.

so after a while of trying to warm yourself up and convincing yourself that you were warm enough with a measly sweatshirt, rin notices from the corner of his eye how you kept rubbing your arms. 

he doesn’t hesitate to take off the fleece jacket that he was wearing over his university jumper. sure, it will be significantly colder without his outer layer, but rin’s willing to suffer as long as you were okay (when has he ever been this considerate?), except he stops when he sees nagi handing you his very oversized jumper. you accept it with a gracious smile and the white-haired boy merely shrugs before going back to watching the film. rin, on the other hand, feels a cauldron of rage brewing within him.

the sight makes his chest twist, wringing him dry as he stares dejectedly at how snug you seem in someone else’s clothes. the green monster inside of rin bubbles in contempt, a being that makes him want to rip the hoodie off you and replace it with his own for you to wrap yourself up in. he wants you to be content with him- happy because of him, not because of another.

you confessed to him only two weeks ago- barely even two weeks ago, so how could you so easily forget about him and move on? pretend like his rejection didn’t shatter you and him when he saw a devastation like no other on your pretty face?

rin doesn’t know how much longer he can live like this. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the following tuesday, you’re already seated in your new spot for your seminar, busy setting up your laptop in preparation when rin walks in. you see him from the corner of your eye, backpack slung around his shoulder, hands tucked unassumingly in his pockets as all 185cm of him saunters towards the seats. however, when you notice that he bypasses his normal spot and walks even further out of your peripheral vision, alarms blare deafeningly in your head.

you freeze when you hear someone take the seat behind you.

there’s a hard gaze on the back of your head, one that roots you to your spot and wills you not to turn around.

sneaking out your phone from your bag, you hide it so that rin can’t see it from his angle. 

you: RIN IS SITTING BEHIND ME OH NO

you: terrible start to valentines day smh

<reo3: WHAT!??!!???!???! fr.

you: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY I’M GOING TO DISINTEGRATE RIGHT NOW

<reo3: maybe *don’t* do that???? 

<reo3: WHY’S HE SITTING BEHIND YOU?????

you: FUCK IF I KNOW IT FEELS LIKE HE’S THROWING DAGGERS AT MY HEAD

<reo3: WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

you: CRY???????????? IDFK???????????

you: oh fuck class is about to start

you: i’ll let you know if anything happens

<reo3: STAY SAFE 

you tuck your phone away with fear and dread looming over you, personified through the form of itoshi rin, who sits so indifferently behind you, head propped on his hand. you hear his pen click behind you and you don’t even need to see him to know that he’s taking out that stupid notebook of his since he preferred to take notes by hand. you want to turn around and rip said book into shreds.

as the professor starts the class, you try your best to shake rin out of your thoughts, wanting to leave him behind in the depths of your mind so you can concentrate on this damn elective. none of the notes you were typing onto your document made sense and it felt like everything the professor was saying went in one ear then out the other. curse rin for having this effect on you. 

at least you get to gossip with reo after this.

though your seminar was only 60 minutes, it might as well have been 60 years because of how significantly older you feel at the end of it. the weight of rin’s stare was heavy on your shoulders when you hurriedly grab your things and make a dash for the exit.

well. you try to make a dash for the exit because somehow, rin gained the ability to teleport and beat you there, grabbing your wrist unceremoniously before pulling you into the hallways. you fumble with your phone, hurriedly texting reo.

you: UHH MAYDAY I MGHT NEEE TO SKIP OUR PLANS

<reo3: WHAT’S HAPPENING?????

you: RIN IS DRSGGING ME SIMEWHERE IDK WHERE

you: MY LOCARION IS ON LIFE360

you: I LUV YOU STUPID WHORE

<reo3: WHDJFWIJAIDJFAWHAT THE FUCK????

“hey!” you exclaim, helplessly being pulled by rin’s long strides, shutting your phone off as you try to match his eagerness. he could at least be a little more considerate and lighten up that grip of his on your wrist. “rin- what? where are we going?”

“you’ll see,” he responds gruffly.

your mind blanks despite the hurricane of questions that circulate your mind. how did you get here? is the delirium finally hitting you after countless sleepless nights? you stayed up until 2am last night to make valentine’s chocolates for your friends so maybe it’s the sugar and the sleep deprivation. 

as rin pulls you through the hallways, you think about how weird it is to allow him this close to you again- well, you didn’t exactly allow him, he kind of just… invaded your personal space. but after a whole week of not talking to him, responding dryly to his texts, avoiding your regular hangout spots, and overall pretending like he doesn’t exist, being exposed to his intimidating presence once more is… exhilarating? unreal? 

“wait, can we stop for a second?” you demand, breaking out of your funk when you step outside as if the harshness of the sun’s rays woke you up. “i’m so confused right now. where are we going?”

“we’re going to have lunch together at that café you’ve been wanting to try out,” he tells you with a serious expression, not breaking his usual aloof and stern personality. 

rin doesn’t give mixed messages: no, he gives messages that have completely been lost, fallen astray somewhere along the path of communication.

shifting your weight between your feet awkwardly, you tell him: “well, i kinda had valentine’s plans.”

his mask of coolness and uninterest cracks, exposing all the emotions he’s been withholding from surfacing for the past weeks; jealousy, envy, greed, they all manifest through the helpless scrunch of his face. “with who?” asks rin, tone a lot harsher than he had intended, matching the crease of his eyebrows and the frown he was wearing.

it’s the green monster in him talking.

if you were going out with someone else, someone new, rin’s not too sure what he’d do. determination and pettiness can only take a man so far before his resolve cracks and you have the power to crush his heart with a single stomp, extinguishing his flames in one, swift sweep. 

“with reo,” you confess. the dark-haired relaxes again, his face returning to a neutral expression.

“okay. ditch him then.” his audacity is baffling.

“i can’t just do that!” 

“why not?”

“cause that’s a shitty thing to do!” you say, before murmuring under your breath, “not that you’d know the first thing about being polite.” 

“i don’t care, it’s reo, you two hang out everyday. tell him to give me a turn.”

“you’re a horrible person, rin,” you murmur, ignoring the butterflies that erupt in your stomach.

he doesn’t say anything in retaliation, merely eyeing you expectantly, waiting for your next step. huffing, you reluctantly take out your phone as a sign of surrender under his suffocating pressure, muttering complaints under your breath as you find reo’s contact - literally your most recent one, to send him a quick message. almost instantly, your best friend responds with a thumbs up paired with a smirk and you almost want to block him then and there. 

“done.”

“perfect,” rin goes to grab your hand again but you retract from him just in time. when you look up to meet his gaze once more, you see his unimpressed expression whilst he keeps his palm extended towards you expectantly.

“i don’t need your help walking places,” you grumble, not liking how fast your heart was racing.

he gestures to his open palm once more. “i know.”

after a moment of silence, you give in, hesitantly placing your hand in his. with a small grin, rin intertwines your fingers before pulling you to his side. without another word, he begins walking, leaving you to merely follow the brutally fast pace he’s set.

you must’ve looked ridiculous to other people. being dragged around by an 185 cm man, how humbling.

the place rin led you to was not too far from campus; a totally manageable distance for the two of you to remain in silence during the walk. you try to bypass the awkwardness of it all by focusing on other things, like how warm rin’s hand is and how you hope he doesn’t mind your sweaty hands. he seems to be content from what you’ve observed, happily walking beside you whilst sparing a few occasional glances over; ones that you pretend you don’t see whilst admiring the cityscape around you.

there are various valentine’s decorations hung up around the insides of the cafe that made you cringe slightly. although they were very cute, you feel humiliation climbing up your throat, serving as a reminder that you were currently spending a day of love and romance, or whatever, standing beside the very man who rejected you. 

this is the cruellest version of a sick joke.

“welcome!” a cheery voice greets, breaking you out of your thoughts. “table for two?” rin nods. “perfect! are you here for valentine’s day because couples get access to a special menu on top of our regular one.” 

when you open your mouth to reject her offer, rin beats you to it. “we’ll take the valentine’s menu.”

“okay, right this way,” the waitress guides you to an empty table for two that was right by the corner. the atmosphere of the place was cozy with various candles and statement pieces to really bring it together, but you have no time or brain space to appreciate the aesthetic of the café. 

it’s not until the waitress leaves that you speak up, utterly confused. “why’d you get the valentine’s menu, we-”

realisation hits you like a truck. 

“-are we on a date right now?”

rin’s unmoving, save for the purse of his lips as he stares at you. you feel a little foolish right now.

“yeah, we are,” he answers, curtly and concisely.

alarms are blaring in your head, the earth is tremoring below you, there are distant screams somewhere in the back of your mind and all you can manage out is a simple ‘oh’. 

“get what you want, i’ll-” rin begins before you abruptly cut him off.

“-no, hold on, i’m so confused right now,” you rub your temples, staring at the stupid valentine’s day menu decorated with pink and hearts and chocolates. “why?”

“why what?”

“why are we on a date?”

“because it’s valentine’s day?”

“well- i know that part,” you murmur under your breath. “it’s just, y’know, people celebrate this day when they like each other.” and not when one party is miserable because the other rejected them. 

“we do like each other though.”

there are no words to describe the shock you feel. really. not even an anvil dropping on your head could wake you up from whatever dream you are conjuring right now. 

“no, we don’t! i like you, you don’t like me.”

he looks away, the tips of his ears turning red. “that’s not true,” he murmurs, no louder than a whisper, yet your jaw drops all the same at his confession. “i do like you.”

“a week ago you didn’t!” 

“a week ago i wasn’t ready to get into a… relationship… or whatever.”

“oh,” you fix the strap of your bag, feeling slightly awkward. “and you’re ready now all of a sudden?”

“yeah.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“the fuck? why?” 

“you don’t really seem like the type of guy to turn around on yourself like this. what changed?”

rin won’t ever tell you about how much he missed you during these two weeks and how it was his jealousy and greediness that spurred him to act on his feelings. instead, he simply slides the menu to you, pointing to a milkshake-‘lover’s brew’, and since the menu was decorated with pictures on the side, you could see what the concoction consisted of. whipped cream, heart sprinkles, topped with a caramel heart and fairy floss. 

“the milkshake?” you ask, trailing off towards the end. “you hate sweet things and this especially looks like it could give you diabetes.”

the dark-haired shrugs. “so? i thought you’d like it.” 

“sure, but it is kinda pricey for a milkshake.”

he shrugs again, putting his elbows on the table which causes his sleeves of his turtleneck to roll down a little, exposing the shiny silver of his, no doubt expensive, watch. “i’ll pay for us, it’s fine.”

“hold on-”

“i’m paying. end of argument.” 

it’s an offer you can’t really reject. being a university student and all, funds are limited, so wherever you can, you want to avoid withdrawing money out of your account. that said, it doesn’t mean that you don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about draining rin’s, but with how long you’ve been friends, you know that once he’s set his mind to something, it’s hard to change it.

“if you insist,” you grumble, straightening up your spine as you awkwardly fiddle with your shirt. you feel so scrutinised under his gaze, even as you reach for the jug of water and pour two cups of water. “what else should we get?”

the waitress then comes around to take your orders and when she’s gone, conversation flows easily, reverting back to how things were between the two of you (to rin’s relief). he listens as you talk animatedly about the unfortunate series of events you had with your professor the other day, how cute your encounter with the campus dogs were, and the really unfortunate run-in you had with a guy from your shared tutorial classes.

(the dark-haired boy makes a face when you mention another man’s name before his usual face of indifference melts back in.)

“here’s your milkshake,” the waitress says, placing the drink in the middle of the table before walking away, “you guys are really cute by the way.”

“thanks,” rin says calmly, a stark contrast to your flustered reaction.

two straws stick out from the milkshake and when you put one in your mouth, you almost choke when rin takes the other one, causing your noses to bump in the middle. the look he gives you is nothing short of mischievous before pulling away, a knowing smirk playing along his lips. 

“ew. that is really sweet,” he mutters before leaning back, crossing his arms. 

“yeah,” you cough. “it is really sweet.”

recovering from your embarrassment, the rest of lunch goes by quite seamlessly. he goes to pay for everything with a confident tap of his card, causing you to stand awkwardly behind him, keeping all complaints to yourself as it goes through. thanking the waitress, you leave the café hand-in-hand once more. 

“thanks again for paying,” you repeat and rin gives a hum of acknowledgement whilst you two walk aimlessly on the path. “what do you want to do now?”

“i don’t know. do you have anything you want to do?”

“i might have an idea.”

leading him in the direction of a nearby store that just opened recently, you come to a stop in front of a shop that had neon-lights illuminating its inside and claw machines filled with adorable plushies lining along the walls. 

glancing at him, there’s a glimmer of amusement in rin’s eyes as his lips turn upwards into a small smirk. “really?” he asks, looking over at you.

“really. this’ll be fun!” you promise before walking in, the dark-haired following suit as you stop in front of a token-purchasing machine. 

from the corner of your eye, you can see him taking out his wallet already and you immediately put your hand on your wrist, ceasing his movement.

with just one glance, a whole conversation passes between you two. “if you pay for me i will sock you.”

“i’d like to see you try,” he deadpans, quirking a brow before pressing the ‘20 tokens = $19’ button on the machine, “but i’m paying.”

then the sound of his card meeting the reader and the transaction being approved rings through the air, followed by the deafening noise of coins clashing against metal. the look he gives you is nothing short of proud. 

“come on babe, bet you won’t be able to get any prizes,” challenges rin as he brushes past you, the pet name causing your stomach to churn as insults rest on your tongue, offended by his declaration.

he’s gracious enough to give you half of the coins, allowing you to play four games each. you only manage to win on one of them and even then, you were astonished at your own achievements, excitedly grabbing the plushie and hugging the stuffed toy to your chest protectively. rin, on the other hand, comes back to you with two in both hands and the gawk you let out was completely against your will.

“how did you do that?” you ask, a little stupified at the sight (it was kinda hot though). although at this point, you shouldn’t really question how itoshi rin works since he takes the meaning of ‘march to the beat of your own drum’ to a whole other level. 

instead of answering, he hands them over to you and you have no choice but to take them, your arms now overloaded with three stuffed toys. 

before you can even open your mouth to ask if he broke into the machines, your phone buzzes with a notification and the second you open it, you’re met with a familiar ‘⚠️bereal’ banner, one that makes you excited over the impeccable timing. rin raises an eyebrow at your sudden surprise.

“bereal! quick, pose!” you demand and rin obeys, raising a peace sign with a slight smile before the camera turns around to you and the many stuffed toys you’re cuddling. 

how adorable you are might just kill him. 

the dark-haired shakes the thought away before taking out his phone, instructing you to smile. you pose for the photo, hugging all the plushies closely to your chest whilst rin gives his usual deadpan stare into the camera. he then gives you his phone to check if it was okay to post and when you approve, you press the ‘post >’ button for him.

shutting off his phone for him, it’s at the same time that the bereal notification pops up again, this time detailing how one of his friends had posted but that’s not what caught your attention.

it’s a certain photo that made your heart thump loudly in its ribcage.

“am i your lockscreen?” you ask, pride and flattery swelling in your stomach, manifesting through the warmth of your cheeks. 

the slight widening of his eyes give you all the answers you need. “you weren’t supposed to see that.” 

nothing could stop the slow grin from erupting on your expression. it’s ridiculous to say so, but it almost feels like a weight is being lifted from your chest, the pains of the last few weeks erasing themselves completely with this one detail. 

that’s how you know rin was meant for you.

“out of all pictures of me, you chose this one?” you question, gesturing to the selfie that you once sent him during your study sessions. your hair was messy, there was a semi-crazed look in your eyes, but at least the moisturising lip gloss you had reapplied then made you look somewhat put together. 

looking at his phone once more, you feel a little warm.

“i like it,” he mutters shyly, unable to look you in the eye. despite his embarrassment, his statement fills you with endless relief, providing gratification for your relationship with rin that you didn’t know you needed. 

though you’ve been friends with him for quite some time now, you feel as though you don’t really recognise the man in front of you. past perceptions you’ve had of him has now been shattered by his flustered gaze, the relentless blush coating his cheeks, and the uncharacteristic way he slumps, as if defending himself from any judgement you might throw at him. 

luckily for him, that’s not what you’re interested in doing.

unlocking your phone, you hand it to him. “take a matching selfie so i can make it my lock screen too.”

at least you have all the time in the world to get to know him all over again.

(rin will never tell you that he only has been active on bereal so he could see what you were up to. except it backfired every time because instead of satisfying how desperately he was longing for you during your two weeks of no contact, it only made him want you more. he wanted to be there with you through your intense study sessions, he wanted to be going on walks with you, he wanted to be there with you when you were watching one more episode of your favourite tv show before going to bed, he just wanted to be there with you.

now he has all the time to make sure he is.)

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[@y/n’s BeReal]

@ karasu69: @fruityninjaotoya YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS 　　→ @fruitninjaotoya: Shut your micropenis up

@ yocchan: Y/N WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS 　　→ @ nagixxxxxxxxxxxxx: ratio 　　→ @ yocchan: DON’T RATIO ME RN

@monsterbachira: omg are y’all 😍❤️😍 rn 　　→ @y/n: wut. 　　→ @itshrin: Yes 　　→ @monsterbachira: y/n rin is actually a good kisser 　　→ @y/n: thanks for letting me know meguru! 　　→ @itshrin: i’m going to end you. 

@bbgreo: i’m glad y’all had fun but no itoshi rin on our platonic date pls! 　　→ @y/n: would never dream of it luv <3 　　→ @itshrin: Sleep with one eye open, Reo 　　→ @y/n: that’s my best friend :( 　　→ @itshrin: You don’t need him 　　→ @y/n: reo and i are one you can’t separate us 　　→ @itshrin: Ok fine 😒 　　→ @bbgreo: yay! 　　→ @y/n: yay!

<reo3: told you you were too pretty to reject xx

[scekrex]

I’ve had this idea for a while and I like your writing so I figured Id ask you! If you don’t like it, please feel free to ignore!! Can we get Lucifer’s reaction to sinner!Adam being with someone who seems to genuinely love and care for him. I always kinda saw Lilith and Eve as people who wasn’t into the idea of being with Adam in a serious manner (Lilith a lot more than Eve) which is why they turned to Lucifer.

I just find the idea of Lucifer seeing someone genuinely care for Adam more than any of Adam’s past lovers really fun. Like, would he be low-key jealous? Would he be happy for Adam (as much as he definitely would not admit it)

I also would find it funny of what Lucifer would think to Adam dating a guy. The first man, progenitor of humanity, Mr. everyone came from these nuts himself, discovering he’s bi waaaay too late into his after-life, and after he becomes a SINNER no less! I can’t help but chuckle about it

Have a nice rest of your day!! ❤️❤️

Okay so this turned into some Adam x male!reader n Lucifer being jealous over reader. Basically one-sided adamsapple. Hope you enjoy, xoxo/p

Part 2

Maybe you can call me Eve, standing here under the forbidden tree

pairing: one-sided adamsapple/Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

It was a little weird, that the devil had to admit, it was a little weird to see Adam so happy, so relaxed, so lovingly. Ever since the former angel had arrived in hell after Alastor's little demon girl friend had ended him he had been even worse than before. He had constantly insulted the residents of the hotel, whenever there had been the possibility to pick a fight with Charlie, Adam had done exactly that.

And it made Lucifer feel strange.

Adam was laying on the couch, you were laying on top of him - chest to chest - his guitar was gently placed on your back as he played for you. Has Adam ever played for anyone but himself? Lucifer certainly didn't think so. Sure, he had played concerts in heaven, but he had mainly played for himself, for his own entertainment, so that people listened to him had just been a nice bonus. But actively played for someone? No.

And your curious, loving eyes were watching his every move, an adoring smile was on your lips and Lucifer's heart felt heavy at the view. The thought was small but it bloomed in him, the thought that this could have been him, that he could be the one laying on Adam's chest while the first man played for Lucifer instead of a random sinner. It wasn't fair, but Lucifer had already known that. Life - or afterlife - never played fair. Never.

“Dad?” Charlie's soft voice made him tear his eyes from the scene, her hand came up to rest on his shoulder. “Are you-” she interrupted herself as soon as she spotted you and Adam and a small sigh escaped her.

Adam played the last chord and then proudly looked down on you, a cocky smile on his lips as you placed a small kiss on his stubbled chin. One of your hands moved to ruffle through his hair and Lucifer suddenly remembered Eden, back when it had been just Adam. Just him and Adam. Those times were long gone though, and the devil knew it, he knew that what they had back then would never return, especially now that Adam had you.

He was thankful that Adam had finally found someone, that he wasn't feeling as miserable anymore and that he actually seemed to try and redeem himself. And yet Lucifer couldn't bring himself to be happy for the first man, not when the person laying on his chest was you instead of him.

The fact that Adam was dating a guy didn't make it easier to deal with though. If you were a girl it would be different for Lucifer, that way he could trick his brain into believing that Adam was straight, that he had no chance anyway. But you weren't a girl and Adam wasn't straight. The possibility had been there, the possibility had been right in his damn hands back in Eden. The bond he and Adam had back then had been special, it had been a connection Lucifer had never felt again in that way. Yet Adam had always denied being queer once his soul arrived in heaven. The image of him kissing your forehead so softly however shed new light on it, Adam didn't deny being bi anymore, he had grown comfortable with it actually. The credit for that went to Angel Dust.

Why you? Why not him? That's a thought that constantly occupied Lucifer's mind. What did you have that he hadn't? The devil didn't know.

Charlie's hand squeezed his shoulder apologetic, she knew. Of course she knew, Lucifer had told her himself after all. He had told her about Eden, back when Adam had been the sweetest creation of God's, right after ducks, that was. A thing Adam had named. Adam had named most of the things, if Lucifer was being honest with himself, it had been his job after all. But when Adam had named ducks, Lucifer had been there, he had been with Adam when the first man had spotted a duck for the first time.

Oh how bittersweet that tasted now.

You looked over, spotting the devil and his daughter as you happily waved them over, Adam simply rolled his eyes in annoyance but remained quiet.

Lucifer tensed up, Charlie however led him over to the two of you.

Oh fuck him.

[xoxochb]

okay obviously if you won't write for this character please feel free to ignore this request but i had this idea based on "the alchemy" by taylor swift.

what if clarisse and fem!reader were in a secret relationship because clarisse was scared, but then clarisse team wins capture the flag and she runs to reader and like kisses them exposing the relationship, like "wheres the trophy she just comes running over to me" and like the reactions of some other characters.

again feel free to ignore this request, xoxo, amanda <3

⋆·˚ ༘ * ditch the clowns, get the crown, baby I'm the one to beat!!

warnings: none

pairing: clarisse la rue x fem reader

you remember that day five months ago when you had started seeing clarisse- it was amazing, truly, but the only downside was that your relationship was a secret

she had asked you to keep quiet, scared of what her friends or siblings would say if they knew she was dating a girl

and you knew it was best to just agree to keep it secret, you didn’t want to push her to do anything she didn’t want to do

your relationship was thriving, nonetheless, and everything was going fine

until capture the flag one day

your cabin has been assigned the same team as the ares cabin, so you thanked the gods that you wouldn’t have to go against your girlfriend, as much as you love her, she can be scary at times

back to present times, you watch as clarisse makes her way back to your teams side with the flag from the opposing side

you smile, you would have to reward her for this later

or now?

you watch with a confused look as she shoved the flag into the arms of some random kid beside her, running over to you

and once she’s face to face with you she cups your face and pulls you in for a kiss

In front of everyone? this was new, you thought this was a secret!

you hear more campers making their way over cheering

did she know all these people were here?

many thoughts crowded your head, confused with the action, and when she pulls away you ask her the first that comes to your mind, “what was that for?”

“we won-”

you cut her off, “I thought we were keeping this a secret?”

“I- we are… we were, but I’m ready now” she smiles and oh gods you can’t be mad at her

you take her hand in yours, “I’m proud of you”

“I knew it”

you jump at the voice

annabeth

“pay up, I want my twenty bucks”

percy

“you put a bet on us?!” you ask

“chris started it, and I won”

you roll your eyes, “well I hope you enjoy that twenty bucks”

“I’m happy for you guys” annabeth gives you guys a soft smile

“you’re not going to think of me differently?” clarisse asks

“of course not! why would I do that?” percy asks like it’s the most obvious thing ever

clarisse looks over at you, making eye contact and she smiles

you mirror a smile

“no reason”

[diaconicon]

Could you write a connor stoll x daughter of Athena reader. Where connor watches the reader and another person do romantic kareoke and he gets jelous because he think the reader likes that person.

⬆️This was an anonymous ask, which I unfortunately lost because I accidently deleted it😭 I'm so sorry to whoever requested this, I hope you still find it in some way!

All my Loving

connor stoll x daughterofathena! reader

Summary: basically what the request says, made it a bit christmassy because its in less than a week (2 days now), and i miss the spirit

Warnings: none (I think), probs ooc everyone. We're just gonna ignore the fact that the Camp has the barrier that stops it from raining inside okay? I kind of forgot don't hate me love you guys xoxo. English isn't my first language, so there could be some errors

22nd of December. It was almost Christmas, and Camp Half-Blood was in a fuss between Christmas decorations, some of the campers packing to go back to their families the day after for the Holiday, and the preparations for the 24th and 25th for the other campers who would stay, everyone had something to do and somewhere to be, not leaving a lot of free time to wish everyone goodbye and a Merry Christmas.

Here came the Hermes Cabin, as always, to 'save the day' - as said by its residents. They decided to host a karaoke night on the 22nd as a sort of pre-Christmas celebration, so everyone could also enjoy it with their friends who would go away the next day.

Of course, everyone was invited - although it was still a mystery how the Hermes Cabin was always capable of pulling out all these big parties without getting in trouble - but you were still debating on whether to go or not, not being the most social type, and definitely not very inclined to be singing, but after contemplating for some minutes, you decided to cave in and go. Most of your half-brothers and sisters wouldn't be there, but, after all, Connor did ask you personally to come, saying that 'you would really do him a favour' because 'everyone was just so boring and no fun to be around', and you just couldn't say no to him, you were, besides, quite fond of both him and his brother and it would be rude to just not go.

I mean, you wouldn't have to sing anyways if you didn't want to, right? You could just go, have fun with your friends, have a few drinks, watch other people sing and, most importantly, spend a bit of time with Connor before you went back home to your family for the holiday's.

Well, you were wrong. Almost everything was going perfectly. You arrived at the cabin, said hello to some of your friends, poured yourself a drink, and then, as planned, you went to search for Connor, who you found in a corner next to his brother, who scattered away (not without tripping at least a few times) almost immediately after greeting you with a quick "Oh hello there, how are you? Everything okay? Hope you're enjoying yourself. Oh, just a minute, will you? I think someone's calling me - and then turning to his brother - catch you later, Con."

And that left just you and Connor alone, in an awkward silence. Although you were usually so talkative with him, it really wasn't so hard to open up when he was around. He always let you feel so comfortable without even trying, you guessed it was in his demeanour, the way he walked, the way he acted, you didn't know exactly, but he definitely wasn't much of an awkward person as you were, quite confident of himself, but quieter than his brother, calmer, which made him more likable in your opinion. He was fun to be around, very animated, but when needed, he could also be very sensible and almost a shoulder to cry on. He was just so.. warm, almost like the sun, or an oven! You weren't sure how to put it, but he did really remind you of freshly baked cookies, who were still warm ones out of the oven, but that you had to wait for to cool down before eating, otherwise it would be 'bad' for your stomach (at least according to your dad).

But maybe it was something in the air that night, the music was really loud and you already could barely hear yourself over the others singing, maybe it was Travis' abrupt disappearance, but neither of you said a word, not even a 'hello' or a 'how are you?' After some seconds, what must have felt like minutes, you decided to be the first one to break the silence, then you saw that he too wanted to say something, and opting to let him take the word instead, you leaned in to hear him better. But just then, some of your other friends called you, wanting you to come sing with them and even after making it pretty clear that you had no intention whatsoever of participating, they still dragged you out to the karaoke section, pretty much forcing you to sing at this point. Maybe you were exaggerating - well, you were definitely exaggerating - but at that moment, it felt like being processed to death, tragically waiting for a guillotine to cut your head off.

You didn't know how it happened, but you ended up having to sing a duet with some Apollo boy you didn't even know well, although quite cute in your opinion, you couldn't even seem to recall his name.

Not quite as bad as you thought it would be, the song went by really fast, and you could even say you had fun. After chatting a bit with the Apollo kid, finally remembering his name, and him suggesting to spend more time together once in a while, having enjoyed himself, you bid goodbye and immediately went back to find Connor, still a bit embarrassed by the public scene, which you still wished to have avoided.

Though, not being able to find Connor anywhere, you decided to ask his brother if he had seen him.

"Connor? I think I saw him going outside just a few minutes ago. If you see him, tell him to come inside quickly, will you? It's like freezing out there, and I don't even think he took his coat with him"

You thanked Travis, grabbed Connor's coat, which he left in the cabin (by demand of his older brother), and went outside as well, hoping to catch up with the latter, wherever he went to.

Travis was right. It was indeed freezing, and in the time you spent in the Hermes Cabin, it also had begun to snow. Realising this, your heart couldn't help but to warm up a little. You absolutely loved snow, especially in this time of the year, only adding more to the Christmas spirit already strong around the Camp.

You eventually found Connor after a while near the beach, the sand now mixing with the snow that was falling, secretly thanking the Gods that he didn't go into the forest or it would've been probably impossible to find him.

He was sitting on a random trench, with his back to you, looking out in the distance, to the stars or the sea you didn't know which, still not having noticed your presence behind him.

So, you carefully went up to him, anxious of approaching, like reaching out for a baby deer who would otherwise get scared if you were too loud. Not only that, but you were also anxious about what to say. He looked upset, and you didn't know why. For how much you tried, you just couldn't think of what could've made him so distressed. Was it something you said? Well, you didn't exactly say anything... was that it? Did he expect you to have said something? Had he wanted to tell you something before you were dragged away by your friends? Maybe it was just the change in the weather that affected him so much. It was always pretty warm at Camp anyway. Maybe it was something that had been going on all day, and you just didn't know. You only first saw him this evening, and he already looked pretty off.

Whatever it could've been, you decided to just go and rip the band-aid off. You would've to ask him directly what was wrong, so you could try and help and comfort him.

You were now not even a few steps behind him, but he was still oblivious of you being there (sometimes you asked yourself how he was still alive with how bad his hearing and reflexes were), so you extended your hand towards him, the one with which you were holding his coat, and poked him on his shoulder, finally capturing his attention.

'Here, put it on, your brother is going to kill us both if you don't', you said, referring to the jacket, trying to relieve some of the tension around the air.

He didn't protest and grabbed the jacket, but he still didn't say anything and turned away immediately, his face impassable.

You set next to him, and for a while, just looked at him, not saying anything. Anxiety filled your stomach up to the point you thought you were going to feel sick. He didn't look only upset anymore but actually mad. Angry. And you were so scared it had to do with something you did. In the fraction of time you used to contemplate on what to say and how to start the conversation you were clearly about to have, he beat you to it and started first.

'Well, thanks for the coat. You can go back now if you'd like', he said, irritated, not once looking at your direction but keeping his eyes fixed on a vanishing point which you still couldn't figure out.

'Is something wrong? You know if something happened you can just tell me, I'm here to help you you know. Just.. please, I don't like to see you like this. You know if it's something I did, I'm sorry, I didn't realise. But just tell me, okay? I'm so sorry if I hurt you in any way.' You were desperate at this point, just hoping this would end soon. You'd never seen Connor this upset, and it quite frankly scared you a bit.

But just then, his gaze softened. He just couldn't stay mad at you, not like this, not seeing how much stress this caused you. He wasn't even mad at you. He could never be mad at you, not even if his life depended on it, he thought.

'No, I'm sorry, okay. Really. Just forget about it, I'm overreacting. It's nothing'. Although his voice was sincere, he felt like he needed to say more than that, much more, if he wanted to make it better. 'Look.. it's just that.. well. Just give me a moment, will you? I need to think of how to say this right.' It was now his turn to feel anxious, and he started picking at everything he could find to keep calm. His nails, the wood on the trench you two were sitting on, the zipper of his jacket, and so on.

You weren't doing much better, shaking your legs up and down, picking at the skin of your lips, and basically dying of anxiety. If you were exaggerating before, now you definitely weren't. You would've preferred the guillotine over this at any moment.

'Yes, of course, take all the time that you need. I'm here for you.'

And after that, it fell silent. The only sound you could hear were the waves of the sea and the snow falling on the both of you, and in the distance, a bit of the long forgotten party going on in the Hermes Cabin. You were now only waiting for Connor to start speaking. You wanted to say patiently, but it was eating you up inside.

A few minutes went by, and you couldn't take it anymore. You were about to say something before he beat you to it again.

'Okay, so this isn't going to be easy to say, but I want you to listen to me until I'm done. Please. I know I'm not the best speaker in the world, and I really did want to make this more worthy of you, more meaningful, but I'm probably gonna mess things up, so I'm sorry in advance, but just try and listen, okay?' He began, carefully, and you just nodded, following his instruction and waiting for him to continue.

'Okay so, well, I thought this was honestly kind of obvious already - he said this with a smile - but I really like you, and I mean really, since at least a few years I think already. And seeing you with that Apollo kid, I don't know it just made me mad, I thought I couldn't stand a chance against someone like that, so much more talented and what not than me. And not only him, I mean everyone. You're just so perfect in every sense, and I know you could do so much better than me, so I got a bit self-conscious, but that's it. I'm so sorry for worrying you. It really wasn't my intention to be such a dick, but my emotions got the better of me.'

You were left speechless. You really didn't know what to say. Not even a sound could come out of your mouth at that point. Luckily, it didn't have to because Connor went on before you could even think of anything to say.

'No, wait, don't say anything yet. I'm not finished. I want to say it better. This is definitely not how I imagined this. You know I made up so many speeches in my head, practising on what I would tell you if ever came the right moment. But I forgot all of them now, so I'll just have to figure something out,

'I am every second more infatuated by your presence, by your kindness, your beauty. You leave me without breath every time that I see you, and every time, just a bit more than the day before. Every time I look up at the stars, I'm reminded of you, perplexed on how the Gods didn't take you as the inspiration of such creations. Every time I look up at the moon, I can't think of anything else other than how your beauty surpasses even hers, how the reflection of the moonlight on the water isn't just an allegory of you. Because it's something so beautiful that you just can't take your eyes off it. How honey isn't scraped directly from your voice because it's even more sweet and warm than a cup of tea. You fill me with joy of which I've never experienced before, which I didn't even know was real. I'm at every second more and more confused on how all of nature doesn't revolve around you, on how it wasn't created for you and because of you, for at every thing I look at I am every constant reminded of you. If I ever was to meet Aphrodite, I know she would take your appearance and, although I can't dare say you are more beautiful than her or you know what would happen, I can say that in this world and all the universe you are one of the Gods' most beautiful creations. That if it weren't for Prometheus, I would steal the fire just for you, and you only, to keep you warm from days like this one. To keep you warm like you do constantly to me, by just your mere presence, by just an insignificant conversation you could have with me, which I hold dear forever and never forget. What I'm trying to say is that I don't only like you, no... no. I would hold up the sky full of stars and galaxies for you, I would go up to the moon to retrieve your lost items for you, even just to see your smile, to see you happy, to know that you are content. For you have already stolen my soul and hold my heart, I couldn't sell it to the devil, but I would, just to let him promise me to always keep you safe, that nothing could ever touch or hurt you. For you only I think and plan, for you only I ever want to live on. I love you, I really do, and I only hope for you to love me back at your own pace and time. But I could never force you to do anything. If you don't reciprocate my feelings, let's forget about this. Just go on with our daily lives. A simple no, or just a shake of your head, will silence me forever, I won't ever bother you again, I promise. But if there's even just one chance, a little bit of hope that you could give me a try, please don't let me wait for too long. Because how I am to take even one second longer of this I do not know.'

And with this, he stopped talking. He went completely mute, now only waiting for your answer, for a little hope.

But you didn't know what to say, how could after such a speech, such a confession? Anything you would say, even if meaningful, would never compete to something such beautiful and utterly captivating as this.

So you opted for saying exactly that.

'Connor.. I.. I'm really speechless, I don't know what to say, no, everything I would say could never compete with what you just did. I'm so sorry, but I really don't know how to own up to that.' You said with the biggest smile you ever had, which started growing since Connor began to speak.

'No, don't worry about that, just tell me, please. A yes or a no would be sufficient enough.' The poor boy was so stressed, but you couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't you mocking him or anything like that. It was a genuinely happy laugh, like you've never had before. He also started laughing at this, being influenced by you.

'Stop laughing, I'm serious. You're making me sweat cold here.' He said, finally lighting up from his serious stance.

'I'm so sorry, but I just really can't see how you could've become this worked up only because I was singing Last Christmas with some guy. Like, really, from all the songs Last Christmas, that's not even classifiable as a real love song.' At this point, you just couldn't stop laughing, completely captivated, almost not being able to breathe anymore.

'Hey! That's not true. It's one of the greatest love songs ever written. And I'm honestly quite offended you didn't sing it with me, okay. You know how much I love Wham!' Saying this, he also kicked your leg playfully. Finally, the mood was completely lightened up. Now, the interaction being like one of the many you had every day.

'Okay, now on a serious note', you began, and you could see Connor tensing up again, 'yes. And a million times, yes. I really like you, Connor, and I've had probably since I came to this camp. I could even say that I love you too.. but maybe for that, I do need a bit of time. But I do want to give it a try, and more than one if need to. Just don't make anything like that up anymore. Otherwise, I'd just look like a bad girlfriend, okay? I can't even come up with a good speech to convince my dad to let me adopt a cat, even think of confessing my undying love for you. I just think I need a little bit more time than you, but I'll get there eventually, I promise. Just wait until you'll get a Jane Austen type letter under your pillow.' You finally said, as sincere as you could. You were truly so happy, and you think you've never been this happy ever in your life (at least not until your dad would finally cave in and let you get a cat).

Connor, too, was happy. Oh, so happy, he thought he could break out in some type of dance right there and walk up to the sky to get a handful of stars to gift to you. But that was impossible, so he opted to wrap an arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

And like that, you stayed for a while, just you two together under the snow looking up at the stars and into the horizon.

'Don't worry, if we ever move in together, we're gonna adopt not one cat, but at least twenty, be sure of that.' He said.

Okayy this is it! I really hope you like this. omg, it came out so much longer than I was expecting. Also im so sorry it took so long to write but I was really busy with school! Also im honestly very happy about the ending. Hope you guys like it!

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

Hello Eli!

Hope you’re doing well 🥰

Okay so, I’ve been in the loa community for a while and I did successfully manifest some small things in the past. I’m stuck in a bad relationship with someone (not a partner or a friend, a neighbor) and they’re just making my life impossible. Constantly threatening my wellbeing and my pets’, too.

So I just want to erase their existence from my reality. I do not want to hurt anybody in any way and I’m scared to manifest this cause my brain makes me believe that the only logical way for them to disappear would be for them to be de*d. And I don’t want that. I just want them to just not exist in my reality, don’t care how.

Do you have any advice?

Sorry for the long text and ofc feel free to ignore if this is too much for you

Thank you and wish you well ❤️

Hello dear!

Well just decide that they never existed, there's no trace of them in this reality.

"[desired person's name] doesn't exist, there's no trace of them, i've never met them or Heard of them"

Simple, just affirm and persist in your assumption.

Don't overthink how it gonna happen just have faith and trust the process, remember that you're the creator of your reality and you control and decide what happen or what gonna happen.

Nothing and no one is above you.

Xoxo, Eli

[bambi-slxt]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

☁️ 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬:

✧ @call-sign-bambi - 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲

☁️ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✧ 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

☁️ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬

✧ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬! 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰

☁️ 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝

✧ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

☁️ 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬

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🤍 hi loves <3 i write smut, fluff, and angst about the sturniolo triplets. there will never be y/n, and all of my work is poc!friendly and inclusive of all body types. i'm a bigger girlie myself and all body types are welcome here.

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[da-rulah]

hiii, may i request some copia comfort for a burnt out fem or gn reader ?

(mild warning for burn out and mental health crisis below)

i just dropped out of art school because of a mental health crisis (bpd episode) and i just feel like a huge failure because even though i've worked hard to get here for years, i couldn't handle disregarding both my mental and physical health in order to reach a barely acceptable quality of the projects i turned in. the worst of it being that i could have succeeded if only my mental health didn't constantly get in my way (thanks a lot to my professor who was like 'well you've got more potential than the greater part of people here but you can't seem to use it so you're kinda screwed xoxo') so i'm kind of a mess rn to say the least lmao

feel free to ignore my request if you're not comfortable with these topics since it can easily be triggering to a lot of people :') also i truly think you're one of my most favorite fanfiction writers ever, like you had me since the first part of confessional and i'm so hyped for the next chapters of the mayor's daughter !!

cheers ! :))

Hey lovely! I'm so sorry you've gone through that, and fuck that professor, what the hell!? You gotta do what's best for you, at the end of the day. I hope you're doing better now, and I'm sorry it's taken me a little while to get around to doing this for you! It's a little short, but I hope it's what you were looking for! ❤️

TW/ burnout, depression, slight NSFW but not really?

Copia jumped at the sound of the door to his quarters slamming shut, the rat he'd been playing with out of his cage crawling up his cassock sleeve in fear. He heard your footsteps stomping closer and quickly hurried to put his beloved pet back in his cage before you came in so he could give you the undivided attention you seemed to need, judging by the noises of exasperation you were making.

When he exited his bedroom and found you slumped on the couch, head in your hands and shoulders shaking, he immediately ran to your side.

"Amore? Hey... shh, it's okay. Talk to me, eh?" he cooed, crouching down before your feet and cradling your shoulders.

"I-I can't... s'too much!" you wailed, your fingers winding into your hair and gripping on for purchase as if it would stop you falling deeper into this feeling of helplessness. You couldn't catch your breath, your chest spasming with every sob you let out.

Copia knew this had been brewing... He'd tried to get you to slow down, to take some time for your self and allow yourself to relax but he knew it was easier said than done. He himself struggled with his workload, and knowing when to take a break.

"Amore, breathe with me, hm? You must breathe, tesoro..." he said, his tone soothing as he began to take large and deep breaths, exaggerating the noise so you could hear him over your sobs and begin to follow his guidance.

It took a few minutes, but slowly, your grip on your hair loosened, your lungs relenting in their spasming, your breathing evening out to shaky at best, but manageable.

"This is good, my love. You are okay, I'm just going to run a bath for us, hm? We can relax together, I won't let you go. Just give me a few moments..." he told you, now lifting your chin so he was able to see you clearer. He smiled softly when you nodded and peppered a kiss to your forehead. "Molto bene, you keep breathing for me, I will be right back."

He did as he had promised, running a hot bath with all the soothing soaks and scented candles you would be able to handle without getting a headache.

When he came back to you, he took your hand in his, gently pulling you up from the couch and guiding you into the bathroom. Still sniffling, you wiped at the tear tracks on your face. Slowly, Copia took care of the clothes you were in, stripping you of your layers along with his own. There wasn't even a flicker of arousal in either of you, simply a need to be close to him, to find yourself comforted by him.

Finally sinking into the fragrant warmth with him, you settled between his legs, your back hitting his chest and finding comfort in the skin-to-skin contact. The warmth of the water eased your tense muscles, and the heartbeat behind you serving as a metronome for your own racing heart.

For the first time in weeks, you felt some peace.

Naturally, his arms encircled you, holding you as his fingers laced with yours. He rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing featherlight kisses to your jaw every so often. Not once did he ask you to explain what had happened, and not once did he make you feel silly or like you had overreacted.

There would be time for talk later - but for now, Copia knew that you needed to relax, to feel his comfort. He'd give you as much as he could in droves, so long as he got to see the faint hint of a smile by the end of the night.

[bbgnyx]

smut prompt 01/10~bangchan

@dinopanties ty for the request!! really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you like it. feedback is always appreciated! ily

a/n: ok i'm back from my short hiatus!! can't wait to write more now! take a look at my prompt list and feel free to drop requests in my inbox or comment on that post!! xoxo

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You were sitting by the bar, whiskey in one hand. You took a sip and checked your phone again to see a message from Chan saying that he’s running late because of traffic. You sighed very well knowing that your best friend forgot the timing of your hangout.

You had been waiting around for 30 mins when Chan finally arrived. “Hey beautiful”, he said as he sat down next to you, his eyes wandering up and down your body. Chan had always found you hot but was too shy to ever make a move and spoil the friendship and so he kept quiet about his attraction towards you. You punched his arm, “Don’t ‘hey beautiful’ me, you were late by 30 fucking minutes!?!”. He winced, “Ow ow, I get it, you’re strong”, he teased. You stared at him, waiting for an explanation. "Okay, fine. I completely forgot about our plans today," he admitted, apologizing with those adorable puppy eyes and pout. But you couldn't stay mad at him for long. He had a way of making your heart flutter, and if you were being honest, you liked him more than just a little. In your eyes, he was everything.  

Taking another sip of whiskey, you sighed, "Ugh, I can't stay mad at you for too long." Chan chuckled, asking about your life and anything interesting that had happened. As you both sat there, engrossed in conversation, time flew by. The whiskey had you feeling intoxicated, and the sight of Chan in his black shirt and loose jeans had you feeling more than just a little aroused. The way he adorned himself with jewelry drove you wild, making you lose control of your desires.

It didn't take long before you found yourself shamelessly checking him out. Chan noticed and smirked, placing a hand on your thigh. His touch sent shivers down your spine, causing a small moan to escape your lips. His smirk only grew wider. "What's the matter, princess? Is my touch making you wet?" he taunted. You rubbed your thighs together but he forced them open hand sliding to the inner side of your thigh.

“Chan not here”, you whimpered, all your senses feeling like they might disappear at any moment now. Chan couldn't wait until you got home, so he pulled you into a nearby bathroom stall. He pressed you against the wall and kissed you aggressively, your tongues battling for dominance as your bodies pressed together. Desperate for friction, you tried to grind against him. Breaking the kiss, both of you were panting for air.

"Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are?" Chan groaned, marking your neck with dark purple bruises. You shook your head. "Well, babygirl, I'm about to show you just how much you drive me crazy," he said, removing his shirt and sliding your dress down. Pushed against the sink, your leg on his shoulder, he devoured you mercilessly.

You whimpered and moaned not being able to contain your voice due to the immense euphoria you were feeling. "Be quiet baby, you don't want anyone to hear us, would you?" Chan asked as he kept nipping at your pussy, devouring it. You managed to mutter a yes and bit down on your lip, pulling his hair and earning grumbles from him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. As you neared your release, you signalled Chan. He went harder until you came all over his mouth.

He licked his lips and not wasting another second, he pulled his pant and boxers down revealing his huge length. He turned you around and slid inside without warning. “Ahh fuck Chan, t-too much”, you whimpered. Ignoring your plea, he intensified his rhythm, thrusting into you with an inhuman speed, hitting your sweet spot with precision each time. "Babygirl, I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk tomorrow", Chan muttered, his words laced with profanity. You struggled to remain silent, but his words aroused you to the point of losing control, releasing soft moans of pleasure. Sensing your impending climax, you clutched his shoulders tightly, leaving crimson imprints. He continued his rapid thrusts, causing you to cry out in ecstasy as you climaxed, coating his member with your juices. Chan persisted, relentlessly pursuing his own high. Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, tears welled up in your eyes as you threw your head back. Before long, he released his warm, dripping seed deep inside your tight opening, his eyes closing in bliss. Withdrawing from you, he gazed upon the dishevelled sight beneath him. You were now his beautiful mess.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hello hello Ange~

I’ve been a bit under the weather both mentally and physically (it’s that cold and wet season but with pollen where I am 😵‍💫), so I’ve been doing a lot of music listening. I have a massive spectrum of what I listen so it’s been shuffling like crazy, and it got me thinking about this ask. Feel free to ignore it though !! But::

If the Ewan chars were a singer, what genre would you assign them to? — but with a catch of no repeats, so only one genre per role !

If you have some free time and feel interested enough to answer, I would love to hear your thoughts!! If not, no biggie 🥰 nicki minaj w/ lil Wayne shuffled one day and I have an Apple Watch face that has Tom Bennett as my face background, so it made me giggle thinking of him as a rapper 😂

Anyway, I hope all is well with you and that you’re staying safe and healthy!! Sickness is spreading everywhere I am right now, so I hope you’re getting good rest and care 🩶

-Hannah Montana anon.

I'm sorry to hear that you're under the weather! I hope as the days get longer and lighter that you'll start to feel better!

I am gonna put a little twist on your request, as I have particular songs that I attribute to each character, so I hope that's okay!

Sending lots of love your way xoxo

Abraham

Aemond

Billy Taylor

Billy Washington

Ettore

Genyen

Michael

Osferth

Tom Bennett

[invinciblerodent]

I'm rambling cause I'm bothered and saw you mentioned it once so lol, feel free to ignore this is you want hun xoxo I genuinely did not want to believe that people were complaining about the lack of consent/the fearful/uncomfortable expression and body language on tav in the ascended astarion kiss scenes, like I straight up couldn't believe it, but i just looked at the patch notes for a hotfix in patch 6 and saw three separate people commenting to complain about it being "traumatizing" and wanting it to be more consensual and for him to be more dominant rather than cruel.... losing my mind i hate it here, gg on missing the point to those ppl. Rather than asking for maybe like a pop up saying "hey you chose the evil route, he's going to be evil and manipulative TW" they want it completely changed to fit their narrative and ideas. He isnt dominant hes meant to be bad, I feel so defeated they got what they wanted... Larian literally giving in and changing the point of that route is so frustrating wtf, that completely alters the whole thing...

No yeah, I totally agree with you on that.

I think I'm not even frowny about it being the way it is-- I'm obviously okay with people misunderstanding the whole route (I'd be having a really bad time if I wasn't okay with people misinterpreting media on the misinterpreting media website lol), it's not a big deal, if they want to entertain their whole "sexy dommy vampire daddy" fantasy (which, lol, this guy? really? this sopping wet rat whom I love?) it doesn't bother me-- usually I just block the people whose takes I find obnoxious or tone-deaf, and I don't even mind the expression being more ambiguous than straight-up fearful, because it allows for it to fit with a wider variety of characters.

What I dislike, upon further reflection, is how much this now comes off as if the changes are being made because of the complaints.

Even if the expressions were always intended to be more ambiguous and they just took it a slight bit too far on accident, even if it was always meant to be the way it is going to be now (which I agree, is a better way for it to be, just from a character customization point of view- i can imagine a number of characters who wouldn't look at A!Astarion like a scared bunny even if they're not "into" his cruelty), just because there was such a vocal minority responding so loudly to it and it's being changed the way they want it, it kind of makes it seem like it's setting a precedent I really don't like. Which is a precedent that says "instead of examining the actual story being told and examining the choices we made that lead to the outcome we dislike, we should just complain and yell loudly enough until all the uncomfortable aspects of it are edited out of existence". I really don't like that. (Have these people never played an oldschool otome game, with actual bad endings? Have they never had a handsome anime boy sneer into their face about how much he hates them because they didn't give him enough gifts on day 5???? Have yall never gotten friendzoned by anime boys???????????)

I already don't make much of a secret out of how much I'm not a fan of the kind of access fandom has now to the creators of the piece of media they enjoy-- how uncomfortable I am with people, like, referring to actors and game developers by their first names as if they were trusted friends, how prone people are to going through someone's twitter likes with a fine-tooth comb, and how much insight (even if we don't want it) we are given to people's completely innocuous comings and goings. I already don't like how much control people feel like they have over art created by other people.

Idk. I know Larian is trying to be a "cool game studio", and they're trying to please fans to retain their darling status, and I think it's to their detriment. I love the game they made (of course I do, I've been talking about it non-stop for the past year lol), but I genuinely hope the chunk of change they got from its success will allow them to just take a breath, and put out their next game with the confidence, and the finality it deserves.

please let's just go back to releasing a game fully and not futzing with it beyond bug fixes a year after release still, please let things just be finished and done and jfc please let's all just collectively grow some media literacy, we can't keep pissing on the poor like this they're already soaked to the bone, please

[darling-i-read-it]

Hi sweetie, me again! <3

Don't worry about it, darling. Take as long as you need, I don't mind. If you don't like the request feel free to ignore it/decline it.

Of course, it's Harry again (i'm so sorry)

After being unable to reach Y/N via calls and texts, Harry gets a call from a tipsy Austin who boastfully informs him she's with him which both riles up and scares Harry. He feels horrible about feeling a bitter sense of jealousy when he should be - and is mainly worried.

So he rushes over. After being relieved that she's ok, you can take it away with your own idea.

Sorry this is so long, dear. Once again, feel free to ignore it.

Have a wonderful day/night and take care, darling

~ XOXO, Addie

hey dear! i hope you don't mind me doing headcanons for this one. you're literally so sweet and i love doing things for you! thank you for your kindness and i hope you enjoy <3

Harry tried really hard to not be invasive. Honestly, it was easier for him because he was usually so focused on himself or his writing. So a relationship with him uses a lot of separate time.

That also meant that when he called you though, he expected you to answer. You were apart enough, he wanted you to answer.

It was rare that you didn't and you usually sent a text immediately about how busy you were or something. There was typically no toxicity in the moment, just concern

but SOMETIMES

The dial tone rang and rang, coming up with your voice mail. He was starting to get antsy, getting up and walking around the house

He didn't want to be overbearing

The natural instinct of jealousy = bad took over him. He watched his phone, tossing it on the couch, jumping at it everytime he got a notification

Then he got a phone call from you, finally

Harry jumped at the chance to answer it, not even pretending he wasn't waiting for it. He put the phone to his ear.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"She's fine!" Harry recognized the voice. He knew Austin's tone, the chaos in his voice. It made him immediately stressed, the fear painted all over his face. What were you doing with Austin? Where were you? Were you there voluntarily?

"Austin?"

"This is he. What, your wife can't have other friends!" He could hear the alcohol dripping from his voice. Was he at the bar? Harry snatched his keys, almost forgetting shoes. He could hear music in the background but nothing that was similar to your voice. "Oh Harry, don't be annoying. We're just having a little fun!"

Harry hung up the phone and got in the car. He drove as fast as he could manage (which was fast in the small town. little cars, little traffic)

When he got to the bar he couldn't see your car but he saw you the second he walked in. You were sitting on a table, not in a chair. Austin was standing in front of you, making large hands about some story.

You caught Harry's eyes as he walked over. There was anger in his face but it was masked by the jealousy. You had a few drinks, unintentionally. You had stopped in for something completely rational, the actual thing lost on you now. You had run into Austin, who fed you some lie about him needing to talk to you about Harry.

Stress dripped from him as he approached.

"Where have you been?!" His voice was higher than he intended. Louder.

"Chill out," Austin said. His words were slurring. Was he high too? Harry couldn't exactly figure it out.

"Harry, I'm fine," you promised. You slid off the table. "I'm fine." He grabbed your arm, just a bit to tightly.

"Let's go," he said, voice low.

"Harry, chill."

"Let's go."

He was silent the whole way home, even if you weren't. You apologized, you sobered up, you complained, you let him have it. Harry didn't answer until he had parked at home and locked the doors.

"Harry?" you whispered. He had left the conversation mostly unanswered.

"How could you do that? Knowing how dangerous he is?"

"I didn't mean to," you said, honestly. "I was there for something else. God, I don't even remember what it was now." You shook your head, watching his stoic face. "He asked me for a drink, said he had to tell me something about you."

"And what? You got carried away?"

"Yes! And, I'm a grown person Harry. I don't need you as my guard dog." He was silent. You feared he was still angry. His jaw was set, eyes forward.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I think I overreacted." He glanced at you. He waited for you to say something. When you didn't, he kept going. "I just got scared when you didn't answer and then...Austin is bad. It scared me," he repeated. Your face softened.

"I'm sorry babe."

"I am too."

when the you went back inside, you suggested dinner. He helped you cook.

he ate the food you were cooking

you teased him about being jealous when you had completely sobered up

he said he wasn't jealous. he also then ate a huge bite of food right afterwards so he couldn't answer any more questions

[kyra45]

Scam asks v3 (Pt. 2)

Long list is long but here goes. Lists includes newer asks + older asks and some aren’t used anymore but are still related. Feel free to tip me for my efforts or use my Ko-Fi. This will come in parts due to many asks. This is part 2 and the final part for now.

Part 1

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[amiableness]

hi lovely!

per my last ask- I did talk to him... it went okay? he didn't get it at first bc he said like "he wasn't raised to just ignore people" and like his first instinct is just to answer doesn't matter who it is, which i get because I KNOW him yk? and it took a while to get him to understand that a hello wouldn't have made me tweak out but the catch-up conversation did... it took a while and he did apologize and everything...

i feel better, but knowing she even talked to him pisses me off. she has such audacity i don't think I've ever had anyone that makes me feel literally violent... i am usually such a peaceful person, like i am very passionate and expressive irl but not like violent or angry but she really just does something to me, its so ugly...

its a hideous feeling she brings out in me and it bothers me that she still has this effect on me... its been a year lmao! i feel like i should be over it, like atp its pathetic... sigh idk... how did you get over your friendships ending? don't get me wrong i am 10x happier without her, but its like a scab that never actually heals, its a cut that alwayyys bleeds. lord- free me LMAO

its tough... BUT (complete topic change) i got amazing news today- i might be able to graduate an entire year early which is NUTS. I'm going to aim for a semester early instead just so i don't drown next semester but !!! I'm absolutely ecstatic!!

also i am glad you feel like a big sister, i am the eldest in my family so I've always wanted an older sister omg-

Love you lots thank you for listening (well- reading lol),

xoxo - 🫀

hi babes! i’m cutting this off since it’s a long response!

i’m glad the conversation went good for the most part! that’s good he understood your side and why it was frustrating for you! i feel like different people handle those situations differently. like i know my boyfriend would catch up with someone who is no longer in our lives, and i would feel a little uncomfortable that he let them into our lives like that. it happened in the past with a mutual friend of ours

i get that awful feeling. i had that feeling for a little bit (my ex friend told my personal experiences that i told her in private as her own) and it took me awhile to get over that anger. but then i learned that holding onto such negative emotions wasn’t healthy for me, and i needed to just let it go. easier said than done! but there’s no way i could move on if i held onto the anger, hurt, or resentment i felt for her or honestly anyone else who no longer has the privilege of being in my life. i truly believe emotions get stuck in our bodies, and if we don’t process them and let them go, they really weigh us down. can you tell what i’m studying for?? lmao

also! congratulations omg! that’s so exciting and i’m so proud of you! that must be such a relief to know you can finish up so much sooner than you thought! eeee i’m giddy for you babe!

i’m the eldest sister too, so i’ve always dreamed of having an older sister i can go to for advice or borrow things from. but i also love being a big sister!

sending you so much love! and i hope you’re doing so so well! <3

[secret-third-thing]

hello my darling

it's me again but i promise it's the last time for a while!

do you mind if i sometimes forget/ignore the male/female instead of man/woman thing? i just forget sometimes lol and technically it's not a big deal but i'm insecure haha

i feel like there is a big trend with neris fics to be... not the most ic positive fics? and i'm not planning to bash cassian but there could be a fair amount of ic/night court criticism in the narrative or i could tone it down. what is your preference with a neris & ic dynamic?

okay that's all! love you, can't wait to get started on this!

xoxo santa

HEY! <3

You are welcome to drop in whenever you want. It doesn't have to be question related!!!

I totally do not mind about male/female man/woman! I do it myself! Or if that does not bring comfort, I can point to the fact that I've written fic that spells Graysen's name incorrectly and NO ONE TOLD ME. So I am very chill about this because if I wasn't, I'd be a huge hypocrite!!!

I personally don't have a preference - I am very much a do what serves the story best. (Also with whatever you're most comfortable doing). If you come back and you're like STT GET READY FOR A BRUTAL CHARACTER STUDY, I'd be just as eager to dive in as I would be if you didn't.

SORRY I FEEL LIKE IM BEING WISHY WASHY but the truth is that I will adore whatever you write because YOU wrote it. I'm very excited and I hope it doesn't stress you out too much!

And feel free to stop by whenever! My life is kinda absurd rn so I'm trying to escape via the internet LOL.

Have a great weekend, Santa!!

[moochipeachey]

Dear Diary,

I’m officially ungrounded!!! So much for being grounded "for life". My dad held strong for a good 3 months before deciding my mom was being a tyrant. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. Soooooo I was a little dishonest in my last post. I shared a lot more than just a kiss with Eric. What can I say? Cocktails and hormones. Truthfully, I just needed a distraction & Eric was eager to supply that.

When Eric left the next morning he had the unfortunate pleasure of running into the devil my mother 👿. She ripped me a new one when she came home from church. Lord only knows what she had to say to Eric. "Do you have to sl*t yourself out to every boy that looks in your direction?" Look, I know I had a boy in my room, and, yes he did end up spending the night, and we messed around…Okay this sounds soooo bad when I write it down and actually self reflect. She may have ate that *one* little thing. ANYWAY. Moving on. Since I’ve been set free a lot has happened…

Your girl is officially a Copperdale Womp Womp (please, don’t ask). The girls have been so nice and accommodating, especially with me missing out on crucial team bonding/basic high school socialization. I’ve gotten especially close to this girl named, Noemie.

We legit talk on the phone or face time every night, and no one knows how to find the best pieces at ThrifTea like she does. She’s my sister from another mister. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Noemie, I don’t think I would’ve survived Copperdale. As soon as I made the cheer team Noemie added me to a group chat, #ThotsAndJocks, consisting of mostly cheerleaders and football players w/ a few other people scattered in. She made sure I was still invited to parties, included me in discussions, and put my name out there. Don’t get me wrong everyone else is cool, but Noemie is my person. Well, almost everyone is cool. There’s this boy…

Matthew Felix. The hottest guy in the school. And also the biggest douche in the school. Who just happens to be Eric's best friend. From the moment I stepped foot on campus, he decided that his life's mission was to make mine a living hell.

I have no clue what the Creator was thinking when they decided to put us in homeroom together, but I hope they've been enjoying the show. Everyday I wake up and wonder what issue Matthew will find with me, and trust me when I say it's something new each day. The first time I met him, he thought pulling my chair from under me was a proper introduction. And that I obviously deserved it because "everyone knows he sits next to Eric". As if it wasn't my first week! He's "accidentally" thrown a football at my head during practice on more than one occasion. I get anxious anytime I have to use my locker because I don't know if it's going to be full of packing peanuts, marbles, confetti, you name it. Every time he flashes that stupid f*cking smirk I just want to smack it right off his silly little face. He knows exactly how to push my buttons and I fall for it every time. I know I shouldn't let it get to me but.....

Sometimes, on those ultra rare occasions, he's actually capable of being a decent human being.... And no matter how much he annoys me, I can't deny that there's something about him that draws me in, like this magnetic pull that I can't escape. I wish I could make sense of all these feelings, or at least ignore them altogether, truth be told I know I should stay away from him considering my situationship with Eric. That's easier said than done. Maybe if I stop giving him the satisfaction of knowing he gets under my skin, I'll be taken off his radar. Even though I'll never admit it outside of the confines of this diary ..... I really don't want that to happen. I'm almost late for cheer Until next time diary, XOXO Naomi ♡

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