#I just want her to leave me alone

[running-in-the-dark]

I think I mentioned a few weeks ago that my mother waited outside our house for an hour, after texting me 'are you awake yet?', at a time when she (clearly) knew I wouldn't be, because she was riding her bike and decided to stop by.

well, she did it again.

I only knew that she came by, and when my husband opened the door she said she just wanted to come by for a visit. he was in a work meeting and I was in bed (not asleep) so he said it wasn't a good time, and she left.

then I visited her yesterday, and she told me that she had waited for over an hour that time too. except this time she started talking to a neighbour. she told me alllll about it.

I.. hate that she keeps doing this? it feels incredibly intrusive to me. I told her after the first time that she can 1. just ring the fucking doorbell right away!, and 2. that it would be best if she just texted me before coming here (ideally the day before).

it doesn't feel like she's being respectful or considerate - which is what she clearly thinks she's doing. she doesn't listen when I say that it's a bit weird that she does this. she always comes by when she thinks I'm still asleep. it would be rude as fuck if I went to her house at 3:00 repeatedly!

I don't know, it's so hard to explain why this bothers me so much, but it does. it feels awful.

especially when she told me about her conversation with that neighbour. there was a lot there that made me incredibly uncomfortable. I mean, just the fact that she talked about us to a stranger that we have to live next to feels bad. but of course that wasn't enough, she had to keep repeating that he said she's soo different from me because I'm sooo quiet and don't talk a lot, haha isn't that just so funny?! and other crap like that.

I just don't like it! I want her to stop! but I know that she won't. because she thinks it's a fun and nice thing to do (it would be if we had a completely different relationship! but we don't!) so she will keep doing it, no matter what I say. I mean, I've told her twice now that I don't like it and I'd rather she lets me know first, but she just thought that was hilarious and I'm just being weird.

I can't stop thinking that I'm overreacting and making a big deal out of nothing but it feels so bad. 😭

[myglassesareinkansas]

I spend summers away from my hometown specifically to have much-needed space from my parents, and the first day after not seeing me for 24 hours, my mom badgers me relentlessly and won’t leave me alone

[heartorbit]

(Just attack!)

[dr-mohan]

the worst best pirate in history

scp cr. crimestape

[runawaymun]

She can never remember Doctor Baizhu's face, but Qiqi doesn't mind.

Her baba is so much more than just a face. To her, he is a warm hug, a gentle laugh, a source of endless kindness, and he smells like home.

[akqrus]

Me defending Marinette from the ppl who say ''OOH but it's HER fault that Gabriel Agreste was a SHITTY father and killed himself instead of owning up to his mistakes, so she chose to let Adrien live carefree instead of living the rest of his life known as a villain's son!!'':

[motherednature]

if mother nature can turn into a storm, she can probably turn into a pooka right.

[shaissa]

[s1lv3rp4w3dc4t]

shout out object shows with canon queer ships. I'm talking on screen kiss or even just verbal confirmation. all things considered it's a bit strange you don't really see them that much when you think about how gay everyone here is. I love you ii but c2bc did what you didn't and I think that's actually really nice.

[ragnarockz]

You know, guys, Maya isn't immune to beautiful women in control, and neither am I 😊🔒💛

I need to make a playlist for this fucker like, RIGHT NOW

She was tired of sucking everyone's dick at this party. Not literally of course; she couldn't stand the fucking thought of that.

She found herself a corner and leaned against it; a drink of something strong in her hand as she sipped with squinted eyes. These big Hollywood parties were always just an excuse to circle jerk one another for hours.

And not in the fun way.

Maya sighed, rolling her eyes as she downed the dark liquid in her glass. She could bail early technically, but that would mean possibly running into someone on her way out.

She was at an impasse.

"Maya?"

Oh fuck.

"Fuck off!"

She turned herself so that she was sideways against the wall; crushing her left shoulder. Fuck these annoying motherfuckers. She thought she was doing a good job being out of the way.

"I thought that was you... you want me to get you another drink?"

Maya's head snapped to the side in the direction of the voice. Her eyes found the source, and when it did register, her mouth slightly opened.

She had never seen this woman before. Tall, handsome. Power coursing through her just in the way she stood, the way she had commanded her voice earlier. The way she held her drink with a firm grip; short nails.

"Sure, yeah...I'll let you get me a drink..."

Maya sniffed as she tossed her hair back and peeled away from the wall. She had done it in one single brain down her back and woven in strands of gold colored silk threads. You could only see them if the light caught it a certain way.

She watched the woman nod, and a tiny smile spread across her dark, painted lips. A shiver ran down Maya's spine as she took a step closer. This woman was pulling her in with just her smile; just a taste of what could possibly come if she jumped in feet first.

"Then let's go get our drinks, honey..."

The woman reached out with her free hand to grab Maya's. Interlocking fingers for a split second before letting go to simply grab her wrist. Maya thought she was going to swallow her tongue as she woman pushed her way through the throngs of people with Maya following behind. Maybe it was the alcohol or the bump she had done with Sal earlier, but it felt like her high-heeled feet weren't even touching the ground.

They found the waitress with the drink tray and swiped two for themselves before pushing through more people; basically maneuvering through the house until the woman led Maya to a hallway that was empty. She quickly led her into a semi-opened door, pushing her way inside until they were both in. She let go of Maya's hand and moved slightly, grabbing the door handle to close and lock it behind them.

The bathroom was spacious enough; nothing over the top as it was just a bathroom on the main floor. But it was clean and comfortable and the countertop was big and long enough for-

"You're thinking of fucking me, aren't you?"

The handsome woman smirked as she raised her glass to her mouth and downed the drink in one go. She placed the glass on the countertop and stared pointedly at Maya.

"What? Are you fucking- how the fuck did you even know who I was?!"

Maya followed suit, downing her own drink and sliding it across the counter. Hands on hips, she tried to make herself appear bigger, intimidating. She had paired her braid and heels with a dark brown sweater dress; cinched at the waist with a chunk belt. Gold jewelry covered every inch of herself as she could; including her favorite lock chain necklace she always wore no matter what outfit.

The woman eyed her up and down like she was the next thing she was going to down into her mouth.

Maya felt herself flush in the face.

"I've been following your work for some time... you got balls, Ms. Mason... you sure as shit know what you're doing in this industry..."

Maya licked her lips and nodded slightly at the praise; could basically feel her metaphorical cock get hard. This woman was basically hitting all the right buttons thus far.

"Right so, you track me down at a lame ass party to grab me a top up and throw me into a bathroom to praise me? Is that it, sweetheart?"

Sarcasm dripped from Maya's lips at an attempt to throw the woman off. She thought she had the upper hand.

Until she didn't.

Fingers hooked under Maya's belt to pull her close, push her against the countertop until her ass hit the edge of it, and the back of her heels collided with the base of the cupboards. She gasped loudly as she felt the woman's hands unhook and travel up to squeeze her breasts through her dress. What the fuck was happening?!

But she didn't ask it out loud or stomp on the woman's feet with her heels. She didn't push her away or headbutt her. Maya placed her hands back to grip the edge of the countertop so she could lift herself up and take a seat.

She heard the woman hum; something low and sweet and desperate, as she grabbed the bottom of Maya's dress. She pulled it up to that it gathered in her lap.

"Do you always attend these parties without underwear on?"

Smug, in control. The woman's eyes flicked up to tease Maya before looking back down. She breathed in deeply before sinking to her knees onto the cool tiled floor. Maya held her breath and felt her head swimming.

"Maybe I should fucking start if I knew someone like you was going to be here..."

The woman smirked as she moved her hands up to spread Maya's legs for her; enjoying the heat of her skin on her fingers. Maya shuddered as she gripped the edge a little tighter, bracing herself.

Beautiful and hard and soft; the woman expertly flattened her tongue and made a solid lick from the bottom up. Pointed tongue she pressed just ever so gently onto Maya's clit which, pretty much sent her into orbit. Fingers digging into the marble countertop; knuckles matching the colour. A string of every curse she could muster flew from her mouth and made the woman laugh between her legs.

"Should have been a sailor, honey..."

"Just...fucking...keep going..."

She barely managed to get out of her mouth as that goddamn sweet tongue started to circle her clit. It was dangerous, the sensation, something she could end up craving more than money and clout and addictive substances. This was something more serious than all of that combined.

"Oh...fuck...holy-"

She let her words hang as she did her head; braid snaking down her back and the end on the countertop. The circles got tighter, smaller. They got more direct and pointed. Tip meeting tip, pressure pushing harder until she felt like she was going to burst. Sparks melting inside of her stomach and the promise of coming undone.

That was, until the woman unexpectedly pushed two warm fingers in past Maya's folds and curled up inside of her pussy.

She felt herself choke from the sensation of someone else's fingers inside of her, and a burning desire sparked in the bottom of her abdomen. She wanted to be completely used up; completely taken over. Fuck what she thought before about this lame ass party. She was getting fucked by a beautiful woman in a bathroom with her fingers up inside of her.

"That's it, honey... you got this... look how bad you want this..."

Dripping like syrup, the woman's words fell as she pumped her fingers in a precise rhythm. She had done this before, Maya realized before the murkiness of lust filled her brain, and she was perfected at it.

A low daring moan dropped from Maya's mouth; opening herself to this unknown woman between her legs. She never, if rarely, let someone get this close. Something about her. Something about her attitude.

"That's it, sweet thing...it's like your pussy was made for my fingers..."

More syrup. More honey. More praise.

Another low moan that changed pitch halfway through as Maya herself tried to push her hips forward greedily. She wanted, no, needed more. The woman chuckled warmly as she bent her fingers a little more and held. The pressure was unmistakable; undignified.

She was going to push Maya over the edge on purpose, and it was something Maya, quickly welcomed.

She allowed her muscles to go slack and her head to snap forward, chin to chest as she gave the woman a little pathetic whimper before she felt the hot and sweet rush inside of herself.

The woman hummed again, low and sweet and approving as her perfect guided hands came to a slow. They were soaked as they slowly came out; teasing their way up once more through the hair and a single, playful swipe at Maya's engorged clit.

She shivered and sucked in a sharp breath as her head swam. She could sense the woman standing and just inches away from her face now. The silence between them palpable.

She felt a tug at her neck, which made her slowly open her eyes and come back to reality.

The fingers that were just inside of her were now hooked around her necklace with the lock resting in the woman's palm of her hand. Maya moaned softly; her eyes daring to meet.

"We should go get another drink...come on...I'll lead the way..."

She yanked gently on the chain so that Maya had to push herself off of the counter. Legs wobbly, she cursed herself for wearing fucking heels tonight. Her dress dropped down itself, and she could feel the tiny section of it stick at her skin; clinging to the fresh wetness. She moaned again and watched the woman's eyebrows lift on her gorgeous face.

"Do you need a minute, or are you gonna be out there moaning for everyone to hear?"

Maya slowly shook her head and bit her lip as she watched the solid single nod of approval.

She was still being led by her own necklace as the bathroom door was unlocked and pushed open. Guided back to the party with fingers hooked up under her chain and a curious tug at her heart. She couldn't dismiss the throbbing between her legs, either.

The smirk on Maya's face was plastered; doubted it was ever going to come off soon. At least, she thought, not for the rest of the night.

[loveapologist]

You caught them talking about you when the bell rang.

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

you know i adore you (3)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: gojo's being a little manipulative, angst, mentions of death and blood, mostly fluff tho

1: what you see, i see

2: where you go, i go

A/N: gojo is so 1989 coded

Her phone had buzzed for the tenth time during her student council meeting, and for the tenth time, she ignored it. She didn't have to look at the caller ID to know who it was.

Who knew Gojo Satoru would be so clingy? And here she thought she would be the one hanging on his coat tails. Not that they were dating because they weren't. They were friends with emphasis on friends - she had decided that after the high of finally seeing each other face to face.

The morning after was very clarifying for her. She tried to remember her dream the night, only to realize that Satoru had not slept the entire night - he had been watching her sleep the entire night. It was especially clarifying when her mom knocked on her door, and she processed that not only did she have a strange boy in her room, but that he was also soaked in blood. A hectic morning of her hiding her soulmate in the bathroom. It didn't help that he was complaining the entire time - it was a miracle her mother didn't hear him.

Fact of the matter is it would be irresponsible for her to start seeing him romantically without actually getting to know him first and she was a responsible person. So responsible that for the time being, she had to put student council duties first over her friendship with him, especially with the festival coming up.

She would call him after the meeting was over, "Now, do we have everything prepared for the festival tomorrow?"

Everyone nodded as they checked classrooms, and fixed decoration, and they put up the banner outside of the school that would be welcoming everyone in. After this task was done, she would leave.

From atop a ladder, she tied the elastic ribbons into a bow and smoothed the banner over with her hand, "Everything alright on that side?"

Her peer smiled at her from the other ladder directly on the other side of the banner, "Yeah!"

She climbed down the ladder and looked at their handiwork. It was perfect. All that was left was to go get her things.

One of her classmates giggled besides her, "Your boyfriend's here again."

"Who's boyfriend?" She asked.

The girl pointed at the entrance of the school, "Yours." She smiled cheerfully at him, "Hi, Gojo!"

And there he was, walking over to them - pouting.

This was her fault she should've known he would show up if didn't at least answer one of his calls or texts.

"We've been over this." She said, "He is not my boyfriend."

"Does he know that?" The girl said.

Another classmate chimed in, "Why not? he's super cute."

She hoped Satoru hadn't heard that. His ego was big enough as it was.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist as he nuzzled his head in her neck, he said, "Yeah, I am super cute. Why not?"

Of course, he heard them. He looked at her expectantly over his glasses. He really was adorable when he wanted to be, enough that all of her classmates (boys and girls alike) practically swoon for him when he does anything.

She ignored him, "Meetings over. Everyone, go home."

Satoru huffed in annoyance but didn't let go of her, "Why don't you answer your phone?" He tilted his head so she could see more of his vibrant blue eyes despite his glasses, "A text would've been enough."

She fought the urge to run her hands through his hair, "I told you I had a student council meeting today." She twisted in his arms to face him, "and I told you that I wasn't going to be able to call or text until after."

He buried his face in her neck again and groaned, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you did."

This was a little more than friendly, she knew that, but she also learned at the beginning of their friendship that he also didn't know what personal space was. Besides, she would stop him before he got too far, but she would admit, she liked it when he daringly pressed his lips on her neck to test just how far he can push the boundaries she had set for them. But today, she would enforce them.

She tugged his head back from her neck, "I have to go get my school bag, Satoru."

She stilled as he leaned in and kissed her in the corner of her mouth. Another thing he did to see how far he could go.

She pursed her lips, "That's more than friendly."

He raised an eyebrow, "You mind today?" And let out a dramatic sigh, "it's cause people are watching, isn't it?" He shifted all of his weight on her, "I'm a dirty little secret!"

She finally hugged him back. Not to actually hug him but keep them from toppling over.

She heard footsteps and giggles as her classmates walked past her and Satoru, "Yeah, he's totally not your boyfriend."

She saw a glimpse of Satoru's cheeky smile before he stuck his lower lip out and rubbed his cheek against hers.

And like clockwork, "Aw~"

She glared at her peers, "Do not encourage his behaviour."

They all snickered as they left.

She rolled her eyes at them and grabbed Satoru's cheeks with one hand forcing his lips to pucker as they looked at each other, "Stop." She pushed him off of her and finally, went to go get her belongings.

She sighed when Satoru slipped his hand in hers. If she pulled away he would whine for the rest of the day, so she let their fingers intertwine.

His eyes wandered away from her from time to time. She closed her eyes for a second. Little spectres were staring at them, peeking their heads from their hiding spots, and whenever, Satoru directed his gaze at them they'd duck back into their hiding spots in fear.

Oh.

She opened her eyes and quickened her steps. Her soulmate kept up with her new pace with ease. She opened the door and quickly picked up her school bag, but Satoru took it from her hand before she could sling it around her shoulder and swung it over his instead.

"Those curses shouldn't scare you. You know, they're too scared to come out and hurt anyone," he said, "They're too weak."

She grabbed her phone from the table, "You know I can't see them the way you can."

He pressed a kiss on her temple, "I can handle them, no problem."

She rested her head on his arm. He was right if any curse dared to rear out their ugly heads against them he would excorcise it easily. She was safe. They were safe.

She flipped her phone open as they walked out of the school.

47 MISSED CALLS from Gojo Satoru

He was not serious.

83 TEXT MESSAGES from Gojo Satoru

Oh God.

2 TEXT MESSAGES from Geto Suguru

Geto.S: He's being insufferable

Geto.S: Answer so he'll stop whining to me and Shoko

She shoved her phone in his face, "For real?!"

"You weren't answering!"

She shook her head as she went through the text messages.

Gojo.S: Wanna go check out the new boba place <3

Gojo.S: Whatcha ya doing? :3

Gojo.S: Oh right student council

Gojo.S: How long is it gonna to take?

Gojo.S: it's been 30 minutes :(

Gojo.S: Pls answer the phone </3

Gojo.S: meeting boring

Gojo.S: Ditch :D

She skimmed the rest of texts until she got near the end.

Gojo.S: The decorations look great!! :b

Gojo.S: r ya seriously going to check every classroom?

Gojo.S: For real?????

Gojo.S: ______ <3

Gojo.S: Suguru punched me :(

Gojo.S: kiss it better pls

Gojo.S: How much longer?????

Gojo.S: A ladder for what???

Gojo.S: :'(((((((((

Gojo.S: <////////////3

Gojo.S: I'm heading over there

She flipped her phone close, "You are such a stalker, Satoru."

He gasped offendedly, "I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"Am not!"

"Really?" She said, "What about the time you were literally watching me sleep for hours?"

"I wasn't myself that day." He quickly added, "and you were sad all day! What kind of soulmate would I be if I didn't let you know I was okay?"

"How'd you know where I live?" She retorted.

"It's a cute little bakery!" He smiled, "how is anyone supposed to miss that."

"Uh huh," she hummed, "suuureee~"

She was right, Satoru had somewhat stalked her that day and with how empowered he felt - he tracked down the very little cursed energy she did have with his six eyes.

"You stalk me too!" He pushed back.

"Hardly."

She was lying, but there was a difference between his stalking and her stalking. She only wanted to make sure he was safe. After what happened a few months ago, she couldn't help it and she only stalked him when he goes on missions not for everyday things like he does.

"Liar," Satoru said, "I can tell. I have really good eyes and senses."

She blushed, "It is not the same." Stupid six eyes, "You stalk me for no reason."

"It's not for 'no reason' - I miss you." He readjusted the straps of her school bag on his shoulder, "Besides, you don't have to worry about me like that anymore. No one can get the jump on me like that again."

She knew what he meant: I'm stronger now. Don't worry, I'm not dying anytime soon, and he was right. Nothing could touch him anymore unless he wanted it to, even her. Still, he didn't know what it felt like to have him gone from her soul. It wasn't a fading feeling of him slipping away - No, it was violent and soul wrenching - he was viscerally ripped from her. She was left cold and alone with her heart being the only one left beating. She was with him the whole time when he was desperately trying to learn and understand reverse curse technique to heal his bloody and dying body. All Satoru knew was that she cried.

Soft lips pressed against her cheek and then to the other. It was so sweet, so wonderful she hadn't realized she was crying.

"Is that why we aren't dating yet?" He continued to kiss her tears away, "you scared?"

She hadn't cared for him then and she fell apart. Imagine the damage it would do to her if she was in love with him? Her lip quivered at the thought. With a shaky breath, she buried herself in his chest in a hug, and nodded.

Satoru soothingly ran his long, slender fingers through her hair, "My girl's a bit of a little cry baby, ain't she?"

Her heart fluttered, my girl.

"I have every right to cry," she mumbled stubbornly in his chest.

He kissed the top of her head, "Yeah, you do." He tilted her chin up so she would look at him, "Boyfriends give more kisses you know."

She smiled as she wiped her tears, "No fair, I'm emotionally vulnerable right now."

Satoru's lips pressed ever so softly on hers. It was barely even a kiss, but she melted in his arms all the same. It would be so easy to fall into him and he would catch her every time. Yet, he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.

She was right. He shouldn't take advantage.

He sighed... if time was what she needed then he could wait a little longer.

Part 4: i'm crazier for you

Gojo: y'all be scared to double text? Not me! Ding ding ding it's me again bitch!

Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

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[pepperpixel]

Yadda yadda yadda jinx is generally seen as a loose canon, does whatever she wants type of character, totally unpredictable. When in actuality, up until the last few episodes all of her choices and actions r motivated by wanting to please someone else. Hell. Even in the last couple episodes, the very Last thing we see her doing is ENTIRELY MOTIVATED by devotion and love and grief for silco, she’s taking out her frustration at herself and the world, and also honoring his wishes and dreams. By shooting a fucking bomb at piltover, she’s ensuring his life wasn’t in vain, she’s honoring him. In that moment

Her entire, self!!! is centered around love and loyalty. Is centered around other people, She’s motivated by an insatiable urge to prove herself, to be useful to those she loves, to show that she can help them and be there for them and be WORTHY of there love. That they haven’t made a mistake in loving her. To prove that she can be as pivotal to them as they r for her. She goes to the ends of the fucking earth to do this. And it ends. Terribly.

She puts the people she loves on pedestals and supplicates at there feet, she has no motivations most of the show outside of making the people she loves happy… she yearns for connection and love and safety. For a home that will never leave her behind, or crumble under her feet, (an indestructible home, That she can’t destroy just by being her…)

Which is why.. it’s so. Interesting and intriguing. How now, she has no one on that pedestal to worship, no one to drag sacrifices and offerings to the feet of, no one to spiral around and build herself off of. She is a person so *affected* by her relationships w others, but there is no relationship now, no one is stepping up to the plate to love her. She’s too much. For anyone. The one person who seemed to have unlimited patience for her is dead, because of her. and maybe vi could still love her.. but. She’s already soured that relationship. Already broken that one too. Broken all her favorite toys that made her so happy. That were there for her. And scared all the rest away. (There is a limit to what vi can support and forgive to reconnect w her sister. And I believe terrorism is crossing that limit ghgh)

And maybe, jinx is cutting that part of herself out on purpose. To be stronger, she’s realized she just. Isn’t made for love. That she ruins it all in the end. That it just makes everything worse. Messier. More complicated. She’s better off on her own, but for what PURPOSE! Who will she be now! What choices will she make!?! Almost all of her actions in the show were for others, what is driving her now, now that she has this gaping void at the center of her being. Where love used to be… what kind of person will she become, Without a guide to follow… a sun to orbit around. it’s sad honestly ghghg-!!! like yeah it’s not healthy that she is this way but there’s no THERAPY IN ARCANE. THIS IS THE WAY SHE IS! And now. She’s alone… it’s rough. But also intriguing…!! And I honestly have no clue how she’s gonna act in season 2,,, or what sorta shit she’s gonna get up to. but I’m excited.

[iwasbored777]

You know what effs me up it's that when Gwen thought she's not welcome in her home before talking to her dad she takes the picture of her and Miles and leaves, as the only thing from her home that she wants to keep, and when she reunites with her dad and they're happy together the first thing she does is going to find Miles cuz she just doesn't feel complete if she doesn't have Miles no matter homeless or not or whether she has a device to travel through dimensions or not or happy or not she will keep any part of Miles that she has with her and that's what matters most to her.

It just makes the fact that she was cornered by her father who didn't let her move on after Peter and Miguel and Jessica who were forcing her to stay away from Miles even worse. And the fact that her dad knew she found happiness based on that photo had so much impact on his character development. She's a child who wanted nothing more than to be with her friend and that was the one thing that she wasn't allowed or wasn't able to do, some failed to see that, and those who saw that took advantage of not just her feelings but also her personal problems and demonized her for having any feelings and problems.

And it's so great that she has all her friends now, the real friends, who actually care about her.

[ukulele-hero]

this was the funniest sequence of events hands down

🌈🤔🤷‍♀️???

[kavalyera]

wanted to throw milena on artfight so here’s a reference sheet