#I’m gonna get socially burnt

[canisonicscrewyou]

I’m going to bed but I need everyone to wish me luck to be soso brave the next couple of days at work

[astrophilic-soul]

God I turned in an assignment literally 30 secs before it was due and 😭

[artvscvntymullet]

I have a will idea?

Maybe she works for one of the other creators and Will talks about his Deliveroo/Uber eats bill which is outrageous as he gets takeaway 2 sometimes 3 times a day and she offers to help teach him how to cook and they develop a relationship from that

A TASTE OF SOMETHING NEW - WILLNE

thank you for the request, this one was so fun to write!!

content warnings : none

word count : 2200 words

masterlist here !!

You’d always known Will was a bit of a mess when it came to his eating habits. It was a running joke among his friends and fans, he was the guy who ordered takeaway like it was an Olympic sport. You’d see him posting on his socials about his latest Uber Eats or Deliveroo delivery, always boasting about how many times he’d “treated himself” to food. But recently, you’d noticed he’d been talking about his takeaway habit a little more than usual.

One evening, while scrolling through your social media feed, you came across a video of Will chatting about how much he spent on food every month. You heard the thick Geordie accent before you saw his face. He looked both frustrated and amused as he ran the numbers aloud.

"So, my takeaway bill this month is extortionate," Will said, holding up his phone as if trying to show the camera his bank statement. "Two or three times a day, every day. That’s literally all I’m eating. I can’t cook, so I just keep ordering. I think I could’ve bought a small car with how much I’ve spent."

You couldn’t help but laugh. It was funny and kind of sad at the same time. Will wasn’t exactly poor, but the guy had absolutely no clue how to feed himself. You had seen him cook in the past, and while he wasn’t hopeless, it was clear that cooking wasn’t his priority. But that’s where you came in. You were known for your skills in the kitchen—friends always begged you to make them meals or show them your recipes. Maybe this was your chance to help Will out.

You didn’t waste any time. You sent him a message: Hey Will, I saw your latest video about your takeaway addiction. I get it—takeaway is great, but your bank account’s not gonna be happy if you keep this up. If you want, I can teach you how to cook. It’s not that hard, and trust me, you’ll save a ton of money. Plus, I’m really good in the kitchen.

It didn’t take long for him to respond, and the message was exactly what you expected: skeptical, but open: Wait, you think you can teach me how to cook? I can barely make toast, but alright, I’m intrigued. What do you have in mind?

You grinned to yourself. The guy was definitely down for the challenge, even if he didn’t believe you could change his ways. You quickly replied: How about we start simple? I’ll show you how to make a decent dinner without burning your kitchen down. I promise you, I won’t let you screw it up. What about this weekend?

His reply came through almost instantly: Okay, you’ve got yourself a deal. If I end up with a burnt kitchen, I’m blaming you though.

Saturday arrived, and you were feeling oddly excited about it. You packed up a few groceries, grabbed a few ingredients, and headed to Will’s flat.

When you arrived, he was already waiting for you by the door, grinning sheepishly. "I know I agreed to this, but I still don’t get how you think you can teach me to cook," he said, laughing as you walked inside. "I can’t even microwave food properly. Like, it’s a struggle."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "We’ll start slow. Don’t worry, I’ll be here to guide you." You dropped the bags onto the counter and began pulling out ingredients. "Today, we’re making a simple pasta dish. It’s easy, but it tastes way better than ordering in. Trust me."

The lesson started out slow. Will was completely clueless at first—he needed help with everything, from chopping the vegetables to stirring the sauce. But as you worked through the steps, you noticed something: Will wasn’t just following along because you were telling him what to do. He was genuinely interested. He asked questions, joked around, and seemed to enjoy learning how to actually make something from scratch. It was a bit adorable, to be honest.

"Okay, I’m not gonna lie," Will said, grinning at you from across the counter, "this actually smells good. Like, I’m impressed."

You smiled, pleased with how things were going. "See? It’s not so hard. You just need a little patience and some practice."

By the time dinner was ready, you were both sitting down to the pasta you’d made together. Will took a bite, looking impressed. "Okay, wow," he said, his eyes wide. "This is really good. You weren’t lying." He gave you a playful look. "So, what’s next? Am I ready for a Michelin star?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Not quite, but we’ll get there. You’ll be making full meals on your own in no time."

Over the next few weeks, you and Will continued your cooking lessons. You showed him how to make all kinds of things—from stir fry to homemade burgers. Every time, he was impressed by how good the food tasted, and how easy it could be to cook for himself. Slowly but surely, Will was starting to ditch the takeaways.

One evening, after a particularly fun cooking session, Will surprised you. You were both sitting on the couch, enjoying the meal you’d just made, when he turned to you, "I’ve gotta admit," he said, his voice a little more serious than usual, "I never thought I’d be into cooking. But… it’s been pretty fun, hanging out with you. And I’m actually kinda enjoying it. You’re pretty good at this."

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I’m glad you’re liking it. But, you know, you’ve got a talent for it too. Just needed the right teacher."

There was a slight pause before Will looked at you, a bit more earnest now. "Well, if I’m being honest… I kinda look forward to these cooking sessions more than just the food."

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to quiet down. His gaze softened, and he moved just a little closer, his voice a little lower. "I mean, I really enjoy spending time with you," he added, a bit shy, his eyes meeting yours. "I didn’t expect it, but I think you’re great. I guess… I’m really glad you reached out to help me."

The air between you both felt different now—charged with something new, something more. You shifted closer, your voice barely above a whisper as you responded.

"I’m glad too, Will. I didn’t expect this either… but I think I’m starting to look forward to it too. More than I thought I would."

For a second, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was comfortable, natural, like everything had led up to this moment. Will hesitated before leaning in just enough to brush his lips against yours, soft and slow. "I think you’ve taught me more than just how to cook," he murmured against your lips, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You’ve taught me how to enjoy the little things. Like spending time with someone who makes everything better."

You smiled against his lips, your hand finding its way to his chest. "Well, you’ve been a pretty good student. And I’m starting to think… maybe this could be something even better than cooking."

His eyes softened, a tender look that made your heart race, before he kissed you again, this time a little deeper, a little longer. In that moment, you realized that all the little lessons you’d taught him had led you both here—into something real, something that was growing into something much more than either of you expected.

A few months later, you and Will had become regulars in each other’s kitchens. You still taught him new things, but now it was more than just cooking—it was about building something real together. Every meal, every shared moment, and every smile was a reminder that sometimes, it takes a little help in the kitchen to cook up something much sweeter.

"Hey," Will said one night, as he leaned in to kiss you after a meal you both had just finished preparing, "this whole ‘cooking together’ thing? Best decision I ever made."

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around him. "Yeah, me too."

And for the first time in a long time, you realized that this wasn’t just about cooking anymore, it was something much more.

[iwantkirkhammett]

Okay, was thinkinn and finally my brain went poof again;

Kirky with a non social gf or whatever and so when she finally agrees to go out with him and meet his freinds she gets a little nervous or her social battery gets loww

So once they get home he rewards her somehow, cuddles or treats or sm 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂..?🤭🤭🤭 i dont mind either way I just thought that this might be cute <3

Ty pooks Muah😘😍

IM SORRY IF THIS SEEMS RUSHED OR ANYTHING IM SICK RN 💔

tw: smut, p in v sex, fingering, fluff! :)

𝐑𝐞��𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟔

I stood in front of Kirk, my arms crossed and my irritation evident on my face. He looked at me, almost like a puppy begging for something, puckering his lip. “Please babe…I promise it’ll be fun! They all wanna meet you…” He said with a frown. I sighed, looking at him anxiously. “Kirk you know I don’t like socializing or meeting new-“ and he cut me off, grabbing my cheeks and kissing my forehead. “I know sweetheart, but it’s my band! You’ve seen our shows and everything, I promise you’ll like them. Pretty please?” He asked, and I uncrossed my arms, eventually nodding. “Okay…fine….” I mumbled. “But I don’t wanna be out late and I don’t wanna go somewhere that is loud and obnoxious.” I said, and he chuckled pulling me into a soft hug. “Trust me baby, I already know, don’t gotta tell me your routine.”

Eventually, after a few hours of getting ready, we went to their studio as they had planned to record some new music for an album they were working on. I was beyond nervous, tapping my leg and fiddling with my jewelry. We stood outside for a moment, and Kirk caressed my cheek with one hand. “You’ll do good baby, I know it. They’re gonna love you and you’re gonna love them. You’ll be fine, trust me.” He said, placing a kiss on my forehead and kissing my lips gently. I nodded in response, smiling as he did his best to reassure me. “I hope so…”

Once in and after introducing myself to everyone, I felt much more relaxed and more comfortable now. I was sat on one of the couches in the studio, sitting next to Kirk as they all took a break from hours of recording.

I honestly had zoned out in the middle of their conversing, but James speaking to me cut me out of them. “So, how did you and Kirk meet?” He asked with a smile, and I appreciated him trying to include me. “Oh um….we met at a bar a while back and he asked for my number and…yeah…” I replied awkwardly, getting a bit flustered to which Kirk ended up caressing my thigh a bit to comfort me.

Once I had replied to James, the rest of the band started to talk to me more and I actually found that I was enjoying myself. I was more relaxed and even laughing at jokes every now and then, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t starting to get a bit burnt out and drained, and I started to get more quiet as the hours went on. Kirk eventually noticed that my social battery was basically dead, and he patted my thigh with a soft smile before getting up. “Shit, it’s getting late guys, we should just leave it here.” He said, and the band nodded in agreement before they packed up all their equipment.

We said our goodbyes and finally left to go back home, and Kirk smiled at me. “I told you you’d have fun and be okay, didn’t I?”

I rolled my eyes playfully as we pulled up to the house. “Okay…fine you win…” I said while blushing a bit and we got out of the car, to which Kirk came up behind me to hold my hand. “I’m just teasing you, you did really good sweetheart.” He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

We got into the house, and I collapsed onto the bed, sighing in relief. I was drained from all of the socializing and fun, but also sitting in a separate room while they recorded for 4 hours on end wasn’t the best either. Kirk followed in shortly after me, a soft smile appearing on his face as kissed my forehead, pushing my hair out of my face. “You did really good baby, I’m so proud of you.” He said, getting undressed into his normal t-shirt and boxers combo he always wore to bed, while I changed into my pajamas myself. We both got into the bed, and he cuddled up behind me, holding me close. “Say sweetheart, you did so good for me…” He caressed my hip. “How about I give you a reward?” He said, pushing my hair away from my neck and kissing my cheek.

My cheeks ran hot and desire crept up my thighs, and I gasped as he started to gently kiss at my neck, running his hand up and down my back before running it up my shirt. I let out a soft moan, his kisses and love bites so gentle and sweet, his touch also so relaxing and comforting. He then reached up my shirt, gently starting to caress and grope one of my breasts, leading to me pushing up against his hard on and whimpering softly.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I got you, just relax and let me take care of you.” He said suggestively, unhooking my panties from my thighs and off my ankle, reaching over my body. I spread my legs for him, already so desperate for his touch and I looked up at him. “Kirk…please….” I whispered, and he gently kissed my lips before running his fingers through my folds, toying with my clit gently. He chuckled against my lips, sucking and placing hickeys onto my neck as well. “You’re so wet sweet girl, you like when I take care of you?” He asked, plunging a few fingers inside of me and curling them to reach that spot. I gasped in pleasure as he started to work his fingers, leaving me writhing and squirming in the bed with pleasure. ��K-Kirk…” I moaned out, softly and in ecstasy from just his fingers. He smirked, kissing my temple. “You’re so pretty…so beautiful, especially like this.” He said, pulling his fingers out and moving me onto my side, beginning to pull his boxers down.

I whined at the emptiness I felt, but he gently rubbed his tip through my folds, hitting my clit to which I let out a moan and jolted in pleasure. “You want my dick baby?” He asked, his voice low and lustful. I nodded quickly. “Please Kirk, please!” I begged out, and he slowly pushed himself in, throwing his head back and letting out a low moan in pleasure. I moaned, gripping onto the sheets as Kirk reached around to grab onto one of my breasts. He started at a gentle steady pace, our soft gasps and moans of pleasure filling the room. “You’re so pretty-ah…So perfect, you’re doing so good baby, taking it so good.” He groaned out, picking up his pace and hitting that one spot that made me melt. I just moaned in response, so focused on the pleasure I felt I couldn’t even get anything out but his name. “Kirk f-faster! Please!” I moaned, and he picked up the pace and reached over to gently rub my clit, sending me right over the edge and driving me crazy. I moaned loudly, gripping onto the sheets while Kirk lifted my leg up and hooked it around his arm. “K-Kirk! Fuck! Yes!” I moaned, tightening and clenching around him.

He continued his relentless pace, sucking and kissing on my neck, fondling with my breast, rubbing my clit, and groaning in pleasure. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight baby, so good, you’re gonna-fuck, you’re gonna drive me insane you know that? So fucking good…” He groaned into my neck, and he pounded that one spot continuously, tears welling up in my eyes from the pleasure. I started to get that feeling I knew all to well, and I grabbed onto the sheets and whimpered out a high pitched moan. “Kirk…o-oh my god! I-I’m so close Kirk please!” I moaned, and he smirked against my neck, pounding faster while his own thrusts got sloppy. “I know baby, cum on my dick, you d-deserve it, I got you.” He grunted out, pounding even faster. I squealed out, releasing all over his cock while my pussy pulsated and tightened around him.

Kirk groaned and squeezed my breast. “J-Just a few more seconds baby, you can take it come on..” The overstimulation was to much, and I was a moaning pleasure filled mess, so fucked out I couldn’t even form sentences anymore. Kirk then thrust few more sloppy times, groaning and gripping onto me as he filled me up with his cum, whispering out sweet little nothings as he did. “So…s-so good baby…so good, you’re so perfect…” He panted, pulling out and spreading my legs a bit to admire his seed dripping out of me.

We both laid there for a few seconds, catching our breath before Kirk turned me around, pulling him close to his chest. I immediately snuggled up, smiling and letting out a content satisfied sigh. He pulled the blanket up over us, kissing my forehead. “Thank you for finally coming to meet the band…” He mumbled tiredly, and I looked up to meet his tired eyes with my own. “I had fun, it was worth it.” I giggled, snuggling up to him again and closing my eyes. “I love you Kirk…” I mumbled, and he chuckled, closing his own eyes. “I love you too sweetheart…” And we both ended up falling asleep in each other’s embrace.

[cremedensada]

I’m gonna need general hcs on interactions with the boy next door… like what if we just moved to town and we first meet him as we’re moving in… Also can they be in like highschool? I don’t know if that’s already the gist but yeah. She’s moving in with her mom and he’s there…

Yandere Boy Next Door

sorry anon i think i went way to far away from what you wanted shdhdh also theyre senior high school students (grade 11 - 12) which is like, two preparatory years for college. so theyre adults bc im much more comfortable with that :33

btw his name is lukas !! he's named now

male yandere + gender neutral darling/reader

lukas is easily approachable - he's got that warmth about him that just draws people in. it's all practiced to maintain his popularity though.

he's also a huge people-pleaser, despite the fact he easily gets burnt out and has his social battery drained.

so when his mom asked him to be a dear and help the new neighbor's kid on their way around the school + neighborhood, he just couldn't say no

sure he's tired, possibly close to having another breakdown just thinking about being pestered by fellow students for answers to homeworks and other menial stuff, but he still manages to say yes and give her another perfectly practiced smile

when he goes over to the house next to theirs - the ones you moved in to, you had no lasting impression on him

now, don't be mistaken, he does think you're good looking but at the end of the day he'd much rather curl up in bed and sleep

so he puts up that perfectly crafted persona and invites you to head to school with him. a new environment is much easier to deal with when you're not dealing with it by yourself! (or something like that)

he tries not to be overbearing, trying to get you to open up while also making sure he's respecting your boundaries and comfort as you made your way inside the school gates

you don't share the same classes, so he asks you for your time table so he knows your schedule

he hopes he's not being creepy or anything, he's just making sure your first day transferring here goes well

sure he's known for being a caring person in general but he does feel like it's his responsibility to make sure you're doing well you know? you're neighbors now, you guys should get along!

it's smooth sailing until it's time you guys finally went home

like that morning, he waits for you and invites you to walk home with him to familiarize with the shortcuts and local lounging spots for students

all the while he tries to get you to talk about your experience today

it must be due to the amount of stress piled up on his plate that lead him to feel... nervous.

his perfect persona cracking as his calm demeanour and collected way of talking slowly devolved into nervous tangents talking about anything at all

were you displeased? his perfection was practiced and polished since he was a kid, was it still not enough for you?

he could handle disappointing people a lot better now but paired with his currently leaning towards unstable, your displeasure is something that's slowly tearing him from the inside

he's jolted out of his thoughts when you suddenly speak up.

"thanks for showing me around. i thought i was going to struggle getting used to things all by myself."

you smiled up at him. "so... yeah. you're... okay."

his heart thumped.

everywhere all around him feels a ton of degrees warmer.

"...okay." lukas was tongue tied.

on the remainder of the journey back home, he walked you to your house, ensuring you got inside safely before making a beeline towards their house and into his room.

normally at this hour he'd be passed out in bed, tired after a whole day of pretending and smiling. today was perhaps the first time he didn't go to bed with his cheeks hurting and aching from smiling so much.

laying in bed, making an excuse as to why he's not going to be joining for dinner, just thinking about you and your words.

lukas grew up living to the standards of being perfect. a perfect son. a perfect student. a perfect friend.

anything less is... unacceptable to say the least. when you do or think of something so often in your day to day life, it becomes a habit. and lukas' habit is perfection.

but you thought he was okay.

okay.

suddenly 'okay' sounds much better than being perfect.

suddenly your opinion towards him becomes much more important than anyone else's.

lukas is a people pleaser, and onwards from that moment, the only 'people' he will ever want to please is you.

i hope this is sufficient? i'm actually v sleepy rn lol but thank you for the idea!

[olympiastar]

Eagle-eyed | John Munch + Reader

A/N: if you happen to be reading this, then hello!! I haven’t written anything in a longgg time so this might suck but i want to give it a shot. I’m sorry if i write Munch TERRIBLY, I’ve never tried to write him before!

Staring at the victims pictures on the chalkboard was never easy. These were people with their whole lives ahead of them, only for them to end in such a cruel, sad way.

You were still relatively new to SVU, but everyone thought you had adjusted well.

This case was getting to you though. The victims were all in their early thirties, just like you. Their life patterns were just like yours as well. You usually didn’t let cases get to you personally, but this was rattling you - and John noticed.

He noticed how you looked over the chalkboard even while you were sitting at your desk. He noticed the frustrated small shakes of your head when you were looking through the case files for what seemed like the hundredth time. He noticed how it sometimes looked like you only got four hours of sleep. He noticed how you were always the first one in the precinct, you somehow got there before Cragen for crying out loud.

“Y/N?” John asked while he stood in front of your desk.

You jumped, clearly being invested in what you were writing down

“Jeez, John! You scared me half to death!” You started, “What’s up?” You continue, running a hand through your hair.

“Ah, that’s not usually the effect I aim to have on a woman..” He retorts with a small smirk. “Can we talk for a sec?” He asks, motioning to the door

“Sure, sure..” You sigh tiredly, getting up and following him out the door.

Once you walked down the hallway a bit he turned to you, gave you a small smile and spoke

“How are you doing, Y/N?” He asks.

“You wanted me out here just to ask me that?” You laugh a little nervously.

“I just want you to know it’s understandable why you’re so invested in this case” He says quietly

“I just want to make sure I have all the information.” You reply quickly

“Y/N. You’re gonna end up blasting holes through the chalkboard if you stare at it any more.” He answers with a slight tilt of his head.

You sigh.

“I just… these people were my age, Munch. They were professionals like me, lived by themselves, had similar social lives to me. I just think, this could’ve been me.”

He nods along as you speak.

“I get that, Y/N, I really do. But I, well we, don’t want ya getting burnt out.” John replies.

“I’m fine, really, I am. I just want to catch this bastard.” You retort, before continuing “I need to get back to work.”

You turn around and walk back to your desk, your shoes clacking against the floor, John sighing as he watched your frame walking further away.

5 o’clock rolled around and most of your colleagues had gone home. You, Cragen, and Munch were the only ones left. You hadn’t spoken to Munch since you turned your back on him earlier, you kinda felt like an asshole.

You stole a number of glances at John while you were finishing up on your computer. You just wanted to walk the streets of Manhattan and forget about work, even if it was only for a few hours before having to come back in tomorrow.

You stood up, buttoned up your coat, wrapped your scarf around your neck, and hoisted your handbag up onto your shoulder and pushed in your chair.

“Heading home?” Munch looked up at you as you made your way over to his desk

“Yeah, I think I need my beauty sleep.” You joke with a whisper and a small smile.

You look at John, then look down slightly.

“I wanted to apologise, by the way, for earlier. I know you’re right, I really do. I just don’t want to seem weak for taking it so personally.” You admit sheepishly

“You’re certainly not weak, Y/N. I just know how this job can get under your skin and take a toll. I just don’t want to see that happen to you.” He replies, before getting up from his desk.

“You sure…? Thank you, John. I’m glad I’ve got you here” You say softly.

“Want to walk out with me?” He offers.

“That depends, you gonna tell me about another one of your theories?” You jest, finally cracking a proper smile - the one John really liked seeing.

“That depends, L/N, want to hear one of my credible theories?” He holds back a little smirk.

“At least tell me an interesting one.” You say, pointing a finger at him.

“Easy.”

You both say goodnight to Cragen and you head out into the cool spring evening, immediately hearing the usual noises of New York City.

As long as you had Munch by your side, you’d be just fine.

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

I’ll Always Be Here

jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of stress, overwork, burn-out, low key sad vibes, fluffy ending

yes, i am writing this because i had a rough day and i just know jaehyun would have the best cuddles🥺

as hannah montana said, everybody has those days. what she didn’t say is that everybody has those weeks. weeks where everything just seems to go wrong. weeks where it really feels like the world is against you. it’s true, everybody has those weeks, and this happened to be that week for you. work is slowly becoming more unbearable, your social life is becoming harder, your mind is going a million miles a minute, and you feel like you can’t slow down. as much as you shouldn’t compare yourself to your boyfriend, with the difference in career choices, the one thing you hate most is seeming drained and burnt out knowing what he goes through everyday. in your eyes, jaehyun is the strongest person you know. his busy schedules worry you sometimes, but his persistence always leaves you in awe. that’s why you didn’t tell him how exhausted you are. because you want to be strong like him. you want to make him as proud as he makes you.

finally arriving home for the night, after work, and after hanging out with your friends, your shoulders are heavy, and the lump in your throat is growing, as you try to suppress your tears. you love your friends, and they are some of the greatest people you know, but sometimes hearing about how much they love their jobs and all of the exciting things they have going on simply brings you down more. making your way to your room, you see your neatly placed books no longer neatly placed. now they’re piled on the floor, along with the shelf they were on. your emotions take over, as you collapse to the floor with uncontrollable tears streaming down your cheeks. it seemed like you were there for hours, crying what felt like a literal river, until a familiar voice hits your ears.

~~~

jaehyun had gotten off at a fairly reasonable hour, compared to normal, and wanted to surprise you. he had been planning this all week, being that he could tell something was wrong from the first inconvenience of your week. when he asked if you were okay, you brushed it off saying everything was fine. he's not one to pry, and he knows you will talk about it when you are ready to, but when the suspicion was as persistent in him, as you were with suppressing how you really felt, he knew he wanted to do something to cheer you up. after he got done at the studio, he went to the market, bought your favorite flowers, snacks, drinks, and even a plushie he thought you would like. quickly returning to his place to get cleaned up, he also brought a pair of pj's, just in case, a habit he has grown accustom to.

the second he entered your apartment, thanks to the key you gave him, he could hear your sobs. he kicks off his shoes at the door and makes his way to where the sound is coming from, to see you on your knees crying into your hands. he hesitates before sating or doing anything because honestly, he doesn't really know what to do, all he knows is that he needs to be with you.

"y/n?" he walks in, puts the stuff on the bed, and gently wraps his arms around you. "shhh its okay baby, its gonna be okay. let me hold you."

his words are simple, as always, yet they hold so much meaning to you. without knowing whats wrong, or why you're crying, he knows exactly what you need. he always does. he holds you tightly to his chest, not caring bout the tear stains that he's going to have to wash out of his shirt later, gently plays with your hair, and just lets you cry. no matter how long it takes he will sit there and let you cry until you can’t cry anymore. when your tears begin to slow down, he pushes the hair away from your face, and wipes the tears off of your cheeks.

“we don’t have to talk about it, but i’m here when you’re ready to.” he says with a gentle kiss to your forehead. finally, you tell him about everything that has been going on throughout the week, and he listens to every word intently, simply letting you rant about anything and everything, taking in every word you say. after you get it all out, he brings you back into his chest. he knows he’s not the best with words, so he doesn’t really try to say anything, but he knows that a simple embrace is all you need right now, and that his message is received when you bury your face deeper into him. “why don’t we lay down love?”

as he gets you settled under the blankets, he prepares the flowers for you, and brings out everything else he got and lays them on top of the covers, before sliding in next to you. immediately he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and laying your head on his chest. he puts on some music to help calm your mind, and grabs whatever snacks you ask him to. the two of you spend the rest of the night talking about all of the amazing memories you two have made together so far in your relationship, until he notices your eyelids beginning get heavy. after a few minutes, the only noise left in the room is the music that jaehyun had put on. he carefully moves the snacks to the night stand, doing his best not to wake you up, and settles himself into the bed as well. “i’m sorry you had such a hard week, but i’ll always be here for you my love.” he whispers and places a kiss on the top of your head, before falling asleep with you.

[hannie-dul-set]

send jay next to the reverse harem hell pls

[between a rock and a hard place]. jay park’s college experience has been relatively peaceful. he simply lets himself get carried along by the waves, gentle and languid and paired by a subtle breeze to match from his freshman year to sophomore year, exam to exam, classroom to classroom until the next checkpoint comes, the next curve in the stream, up until the waters simply bring him to where he belongs. the waves led him to join a frat on a whim on his third semester. the waves led him to switch majors on his fourth.

however, last summer, his boat ride became a little shaky— a little more turbulent than he’d normally like.

“i’m sorry. i don’t think we should keep seeing each other.”

there was a bit of a mess in the romance and social department. bridges had to be burnt for the sake of everyone’s peace, but he managed to breeze through that as well. he’s back on his little driftwood down the stream. all peaceful and all serene. now in his junior year, things can’t get any more smooth towards graduation.

or so he thought, because for some reason, the turbulence he’d experienced last summer decided to come back. but not in the face that he’d been used to. 

“let’s throw a welcome party for his return!”

jungwon’s voice rings dull in his ears. jay hasn’t seen you in a long time, but he still remembers the lipstick stains you’d leave on his neck whenever he decided to take a break from all that peace. he still remembers the citrus scent of your perfume. he still misses the feeling of his fingers getting tangled in the tufts of your hair whenever he’d kiss you.

“i can’t believe you have the guts to come crawling back here after the shit you pulled last summer, you son of a bitch.”

even with your hair short, new scent, and unpainted lips, it’s still very obvious that the person who just entered doorstep right now is you pretending to be your fucking brother.

it took everything in jay’s power to not land a punch on sunghoon’s jaw for calling you a son of a bitch.

“what the hell are you doing here?! why do you look like that?”

somehow, he managed to sneak you off in the middle of the welcome back party before heeseung or jake can drown you in any more beers. you were never a beer person anyway. why the hell were you just letting them get away with that? “it’s none of your business,” you sneer, shoving him off, and jay feels a sudden tremor, a sudden shake that he quickly swallows down to stay grounded.

“it is my business,” he manages to retort back, stern. “this is my family you’re trying to defraud. sure, you and your brother look similar, but did you really think you can fool me?”

he watches as you press your lips together, troubled and distressed with your arms crossed in front of your chest. there’s nothing jay wants more in the world than to kiss you right now just to stop you from frowning.

“listen, my piece of shit of a brother is MIA right now, and he’s gonna get dropped if he misses any more of his classes. i don’t expect you to help me. but the least you can do is shut your fucking mouth so i don’t get caught.”

that…that explains it. but you can’t just keep living in a house full of men. either he keeps your little secret and gets tortured every single day by your very presence within close proximity, or he spills everything and catches the brunt of your hatred even more. neither option is great. he’s caught between a rock and hard place, but for now the night gets settled with the former. until he finds a better, safer third option at the very least.

while waiting for that third, the peace that jay park had always found a home in is now nowhere to be found. especially when one of his best friends is wrongly directing his animosity towards you. especially when the other two are shoving you around, headlocking you, treating you as if you’re their bro. especially when the other one is getting a little too close with you. way too fucking close.

do they even realize you’re not the same person that they think you are?

that’s it. jay has had it. he’s jumping ship and diving headfirst into the turbulence of the waves.

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [sunghoon]

[loatherofsins]

About me!!

hiii ^^ i’m Kirby!! incase anyone’s ran across my page and wanted to figure out who i was i have made this to make it a tad easier!!

Basic info!!

Name: Kirby

Age: 18, 19 in August

Relationship status: single, not looking.

Gender: Nonbinary, transmasculine (they/he/fang)

I have autism, BPD, DID , ADHD, sensory processing disorder and a handful of other random fun—not so fun— things

Likes, dislikes, hyperfixations and hobbies!

Likes: the colors green, orange, yellow, and blue, video games, cartoons, anime, fantasy, horror, dogs, cats, sharks(!!!!), music—almost all genres— i like at least one song from each one (very judgment free)?

Dislikes: yelling, loud sounds, excessive cursing, venting w/o asking and/or warning , burnt lasagna, eggs, pancakes (sorry 😞)

Hyperfixations: invader zim, mlp, bluey, divinity orginal sin 2, BG3, scott pilgrim, DMC , the Fable game series, Dragons Dogma series, bards, DND, Classmates, Cherry Magic! , Sweetpea(crime/comedy show), and a handful more

Hobbies: artist, gamer, writer, i sing a little, write some songs— very rarely though, so yoga, play the ocarina , cosplay- rarely-

I am an age/pet regressor, scenecore and grunge kid

Free to interact if..

looking for friends

lgbtq/an ally

an age/pet regressor or apart of the community in any other way (SFW only)

a gamer, artist, writer

have any of the same likes and/or hobbies that i have

have any questions, or just need someone to talk to about whatever

in need of an online sibling/parental figure

DNI

if you’re gonna try to flirt

homophobic, transphobic

endos, don’t believe in system— yk idk..

under the age of 16, over the age of 30

are trying to cause problems, easily triggered.. i forget to censor myself sometimes

extra

my dms are always open, feel free to message whenever, i do take some time to respond BUT , i will always get back to you, unless you’ve done/said something not okay..

after a while , if wanted- we can talk on discord and/or instagram— please do not try to find any of my socials without asking first.. that’s creepy

[cosmicdream222]

have you entered the void before?

I'm asking cause I've seen you post about it a bunch times with different methods to enter

Also, thank you for introducing me to the phase method! I'm using it and another method (one I created) to enter

Hey! Glad to hear the Phase has been helpful for you! Happy to answer your question, but it’s a bit more complicated than a yes/no answer and I’m feeling rambly today so you’re gonna get a whole backstory on how this blog came to be 😂

Backstory about me & this blog

I’d been in the personal development manifestation community since around 2016, and it was my life for a long time. But the kind of manifesting these people taught was basically like… wake up at 5am, work out, journal, meditate, shadow work, tarot cards, affirmations, cold showers, start a business, post no less than 10 times a day across your 5+ social media channels, and maybe if you hustle hard enough and cleared enough past life karma and Mercury isn’t retrograde, then the universe might grant your wishes... (if you don’t die of exhaustion first. 😅)

It really was a mess and realize now despite the facade of positive thinking and good vibes, the whole community really just keeps themselves identifying with lack & victim mentality so the coaches at the top profit off everyone else’s misery.

I believed in manifesting and had faith I would achieve my goals, but despite years of trying a million different things, only saw small or short-term successes and never seemed to get anywhere. I was feeling pretty burnt out and miserable, so summer 2023 I decided to stop trying so hard and just spend some time focused on myself and what I wanted. I went back to the two methods that I’ve always loved and had success with: affirmations and tapping.

I tapped every day and started making affirmation art and lockscreen wallpaper for fun. I posted the affirmations on Pinterest, which eventually lead me to finding affirmations pinned from tumblr. I think it was a screenshot from blushydior I saw at first, but her blog was deactivated by then. So I started stumbling around tumblr (around Aug-Sept 2023 at this point), where I eventually came across loa, the void, and shifting.

I was surprised because despite my extreme research into all things personal development & spiritual, I’d never heard of it. Although I’d read about quantum physics and more supernatural things, every coach/teacher had major limits. “Manifesting” only meant getting logical earth things like making 6 figures in your business through hard work and hustle so you can afford to travel and buy luxury cars & Chanel bags. Stuff like changing the past, waking up with all your desires, etc was absolutely impossible and not even talked about except “you can’t change the past”.

So having only heard about these incredible overnight life-changing manifestations from tumblr, I was skeptical and wanted more information. I basically started this blog to collect information from outside tumblr to prove it to myself and share with others. Which of course sent me down a rabbit hole of research and overconsumption and overcomplicating the void 😅

I did get kinda obsessed and throw myself into trying every shifting & void method I saw right away, which just left me frustrated with “failed” attempts. But I see now I was just repeating the same victim mentality from the old community - that everything had to be hard and a struggle, that I was a victim of circumstance and limited by a higher power. (This is also a really commonly held limiting belief in religion and society in general that affects many people.)

It took me more than a few months to realize, but I’m finally switching my default programming to that of a creator instead of a victim. Because I don’t want to be obsessed and put the void on a pedestal, I’m currently just working on my self concept that I am in control of my reality and can manifest whatever I want - with or without the void. I still do want to experience it of course, just want to make sure I’m going at it with a healthy mindset.

However!

About a week or two ago I read someone’s void success story that triggered a memory from many years ago: I realized I actually did wake up in the void and manifested something, long before I even knew what manifesting or the void was 😭 Because I’d always believed in supernatural things, I thought I had a “psychic dream” but now I know it was the void! (If anyone wants storytime I can make another post with more detail).

And since at the time, I entered without even knowing about the void’s existence, I realize we here or tumblr really do overcomplicate it. Like the video I posted where the void is described as the midway point between wake and sleep - it really is that simple!

I’ve noticed now that whenever I wake up naturally (not getting woken up by an alarm, outside noise, or cat jumping on me) I do always seem to wake up in the void. It’s the same kind of experience, and I don’t hear anything, but my first natural instinct when I wake up is to wonder where the sounds of my environment are. So I end up tuning in to my room and snapping out of the void.

I guess I just have to train myself to make my first thought an affirmation for my desires instead of just wondering where the sounds are 😅 But regardless, now I know it’s absolutely real and possible for me, I know it’s only a matter of time until I figure it out!

[fairmerthefarmer]

Hello?

So I noticed a huge influx of followers, I kind of thought they were all bots, but after seeing some other posts from some of the blogs these accounts were following (thanks @bob-artist ) I think some of you may just be super new accounts and tumblr recommended me? (I’m very confused rn, my posts have found some people who like the things but they haven’t gotten THAT many reblogs or notes, this is a fairly new account itself)

ANYWAY if you are a real person welcome I guess, if you’re a bot I’ve been taking measures to do my best to protect my art from ai learning software and that’s gonna keep happening. If it turns out everyone’s a bot I’m gonna feel a little silly but I’ll survive.

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So now I’m making an introduction post.

I’m Fairmer (The name is both because it’s my name in my stardew save with my sister but also cause I grew up with my dad being a farmer) I’m staying anonymous-ish for now, that may change. But being perceived on social media is scary so we are starting here.

I’m a graphic designer and illustrator living in Manitoba, who burnt out insanely upon graduation and stopped doing illustration outside of my job. I’m new to actually posting on tumblr, or honestly anywhere. Sometime I may link my portfolio here, but right now it’s under construction/being updated.

I’m also queer/bi, and have unexplained chronic pain that’s most likely from endometriosis but I keep most of my complaining about pain on my other blog.

I post mostly fanart so if you like:

- Nancy drew, PC games or otherwise. These in particular have motivated me to get back into actually drawing again.

- other games like Stardew Valley, Spiritfarer, Hollow knight, Hades, etc. (cozy games or otherwise) (also I was a teenage exocolonist except that’s gonna take me like a few business months if I decide to do art for it)

- Narnia, Lord of the rings, fantasy in general (Dnd?)

- Smosh, (current) dropout tv, starkid, tin can bros, shipwrecked, BDG,

- shows like ATLA, Ducktales 2017, ROTTMNT, The Owl house, Tangled the series, Hilda, Over the garden wall, etc.

- HTTYD franchise including riders/defenders of berk and RTTE, mostly rtte.

- like anything else, idk Barbie probably, maybe good omens or dr who? oh also I’m a theatre kid, big fan of hadestown and legally blonde.

You’ll most likely find me posting something at some point involving any of the above. I may post some originals too, but I’m not putting too much pressure on myself here.

Anyway, this is a pretty new account so I don’t have much stuff yet, but If you like my stuff you’re welcome to stay, apologies to any not-bots that attempted to follow me.

I may get into being open for commissions in the future, but for now it is what it is.

Also free Palestine

[foxsnails]

Oh hey! A new post and news for you!

First thing: I finally have an online shop and it’s launching this Friday! You’ll be able to buy prints, stickers and a few other bits I’ve been making for local art markets (such as these tinned sardines)!

Second thing: I have a hefty backlog of art I need to post, so I’m getting it all scheduled today! It’s a mix of my degree work, finished commissions and a few fun personal bits! I’ve been really struggling to get myself to interact much with social media so hopefully making use of the queue will help

And finally: I will be opening up for commissions soon! But differently from how I usually do them. Since I’ve been so burnt out (and unmedicated) I’m gonna only open for digital comms at a cheaper price, then open for paintings again when I feel I’m ready. This will give me the time to start painting for myself again which I’m really looking forward to!

That’s all! Keep an eye out for my shop-drop!

[takami-takami]

Drugs, vent

I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think I’ve been doing so good. I keep acting like it’s confusing why I’m falling back into old unhealthy thinking patterns, pretending it’s irritation, but it’s not. I’m insecure. I don’t feel good. I’m burnt out, I’m stressed. I took a half an oxycontin and lied that it was for tooth pain. It wasn’t. I set the room up like when I used to use, made everything perfect. I didn’t even check the mgs, but it was just a half, I said. Prescribed for someone three times my weight. I didn’t care. I gummed the residue off my fingers.

It didn’t do much, obviously. Not in that amount. I was in a better mood, then had an anxiety attack, because my body doesn’t like when it even thinks I’m going to use anymore. I hurt it too many times, it panics at the thought of it. I’m very sorry to my body for scaring it like that. I dissociated a lot. I don’t know if this counts as a relapse. I never really liked opiates.

My stomach ended up hurting. I notice now, two days later, I drag my feet like when I used to crash before. I feel gross and icky inside, almost like I’m thirsty and about to come down with a flu. I don’t feel good emotionally. I can’t figure out what exactly it is I’m trying to prove. To myself, to anyone. I don’t like where my life is at. It’s got to be emotional.

I just don’t really feel good. I’m in bed and I scowled most of the day that I was out with my sibling. I don’t like how I look, I cling to what I can do to fix this. I just don’t feel good at all. Can I make myself more vain to fix this? I just actually don’t care anymore.

How am I supposed to get myself to care about work tomorrow? How am I supposed to get myself to care about work at all? I don’t feel tethered to the work I do. It’s so fucking difficult. I give myself every fucking opportunity to have a fulfilling career, helping people. I pick fucking social work. And what do I do with it?

I don’t even know if it’s my fucking fault anymore.

[gigglegangster]

Drink review for today is my coffee. It’s nothing really fancy, but that was my drink for today and I haven’t done drink reviews in a while, and I don’t do these for any particular audience but who knows maybe someone will like it.

I’m especially happy today because I finally have the coffee grounds I like (we ran out, I had to make do without something I take for granted.) House blend Nescafé instant coffee, 3 tbsp, like 6 ml-ish of water? 8? And fill the rest of the cup with whole milk, then I put in Torani caramel syrup measured to my heart’s content. I carry it in my pocket, because miraculously my pockets are big enough to fit all 16 ounces. Some people just prefer carrying it in their hands, like today, a friend stumbled through crushing her booze clenched in her fist. It was a beat-box, if you care to know. It’s like fruit punch? Very sweet, you can hardly tell it’s liquor. Strong though. That’s her preferred drink of choice for a Tuesday afternoon, and that’s alright, I can’t sit here and pretend to write that I know what beverage is the best or how to optimize living, and we all get by somehow. There’s no drink or no story i can tell that’ll tell you what it means to be human (a phrase I love, and I never have expanded on) or the human condition, some people use those two phrases interchangeably, I will not; I don’t think human is defined by their ailments. I can’t tell you what it means to be human. Everyone has their motto, everyone has their preference of drink. My uncle, whenever he could, liked to say “Pain is good. Extreme pain is extremely good.” He’d say it while spinning a shot-glass in his hand, and the Smirnoff dances around the edges of the glass and droplets land over his table. His liver gave out a few months after he said that to me, and he died from sepsis in the hospital, but that was how he lived his life. He drank at least half the bottle a day without a chaser, I’m sure it had to have burnt like hell down his throat, but for him it was, like he’d phrase, extremely good. My coffee is bitter enough to where you know it’s actual coffee, I don’t put in sugar but the caramel in it is sweet enough with a butterscotch aftertaste (that might just be me though!) I don’t measure out the ingredients well, I don’t have clear directions for you, I don’t have the answers of life or the wisdom to point you there, but making good coffee is something you just learn over time and trying again and again and again and over and over, it’s mundane and it’s something I take for granted sometimes, a good cup of coffee, because it’s hard to enjoy that when you have Death knocking at your door. He has very heavy fists, it startles you, and the bird perching and chirping by the window flies off. It’s in their nature to fly away when they’re startled, of course, but we’re predators. We’re predators and social creatures, everything we do is in conflict with ourselves. It’s hard to fight something you can’t grab at, you can’t hold through your fingers and rub skin with. I don’t have a cure for the human condition, I can’t tell you what it means to be human for yourself, but I feel human enough when the adrenaline wears out and I can sit by my friend’s bed, my back to the wall (it’s for safety, no predators can reach while I’m in the corner, but isn’t it worse to be cornered? I haven’t figured that one out yet either.) I feel human enough when your fingers tangle up with mine, which, my hands are very repulsive. The skin is flaking again, it’s blistering up, it’s dry and clammy, it happens a lot whenever I get too stressed out. We’ve evolved to feel disgust at indicators of poor health, so theoretically, you should be disgusted by my hands (for whatever reason you’ve pushed that response away.) I can’t define for you or for anyone else what it means to be human. I’m not a philosopher, I’m not a theorist, I’m not an author or someone who even has the right to. I can’t even tell you how to make my coffee. You’re gonna have to come over to my house and taste for yourself.

Anyways, I’m giving it a 10/10

[noradoesrevision]

Day 6/70: Diaries of a burnt out student

Damn, I can’t believe it’s day six already.

Today I went into school to do revision. No one else really does since we’re on study leave, but I find it so much easier to get work done when I’m in the routine of going to school, where there are already set times for work and breaks. Also, there’s just not that much else to do…

I wasn’t super productive today, I did a maths past paper at school and half of one at home.

My YouTube watching has come back with full force after taking a break for a couple of weeks and I’ve decided it definitely is counterproductive. Therefore…

I ’m going back to my no social media plan until exams.

(Besides tumblr.)

I’m determined to have a good study day tomorrow and to kickstart, after school, I’m finally going to make that study plan I’ve been thinking about. Now that I’ve got my last two mocks tomorrow, I’m anticipating being at a bit of a loss as to how to spend my revision time, hence, the timetabling will begin!

Not gonna lie, I’m not really the best with revision schedules. I often put work off and before I know it, I’m too far behind and just give up completely. I’m just going to do the best I can though, I think the most difficult part is predicting how much work you can do in a day.

Anyways, have a great day besties! Goodnight :))

P.s. I really need to get better at taking nice photos so I can fulfill my aesthetic tumblr dreams

[sc0tters]

NEED for daily au thought:

https://x.com/canes/status/1890434276950196696?s=46&t=VKa0EBaOVcUtbvx-tB4BJg

Do our boys think they are romantic? I’ve also framed this thought as if they were the ones being asked the question!

Luke and Gwen

“Oh god no, not nearly as much as Dol deserves.” He laughed as he brushed his fingers through his hair “we spend all our time together but somehow she’s able to plan these dates that can be as simple as cooking dinner and watching a movie.” Luke smiled thinking about how she had just taught him how to make homemade pasta the night before.

Quinn and Rouge

“The boys would never let me hear the end of it if I said no.” Quinn shook his head “I think we spend so much time together that we started needing to dedicate some time away from hockey and thinking about it during the season so we take turns picking a date night activity once a week.” *gets asked what his favourite activity was that he planned* “we went and did a cooking class the one day and Ro almost burnt her pizza!” He laughed at the memory as she had left the baking sheet under it and that had caught on fire when she left it resting on the stove.

Leon and Serena

“I would like to say yes but I think you’d be best asking her that yourself.” *proceeds to learn that Serena said the same thing* “I try to plan surprises for her but she is so smart and picks up on things before I even hint that them.” Leon pursed his lips together “but it is good to see that smile on her face when she figures it out!” Serena always does a happy dance when she figures things out.

Jack and Kennedy 

“I mean Ken is gonna say no but I try to be.” He nodded “I sit through her and Sof’s colour theory lessons, that should count for something.” Jack wasn’t going to tell the world that he had actually just gotten her the jewellery set that she’s dreamed of since she was a kid that she had drawn up herself.

Alex and Spencer

“Spence hates when I do it but every night I’m home we end up dancing or singing in the kitchen.” It was also how they decompress late at night.

Trevor and Blair

“Well seeing as I forgot Valentine’s Day…” Trevor saw the look of horror on the social teams faces “it’s okay Blair did too! We just don’t seem to do a lot of that stuff.” Trevor shrugged as he smiled “she did promise that she would still love me if I was a worm though.”

Nico and Margo

“It’s easy with Margo.” Nico nodded “she just wants to be loved and I mean she’s my girl so of course I know how to show her that.” He smirked looking directly at the camera. This man KNEW he was getting a response out of her when she saw the clip.

Sidney and Alessandra

“I mean I do try to be.” He crossed his arms a little nervous “it’s important making sure the little things are perfect too so that is what I make sure to do.” Sidney shrugged “if she can go to bed every night knowing that I love her then I’m happy.” Sidney is so red while he says it because he gets all gushy when he talks about her.

John and Maya

“I would hope that I am.” He nodded as he smiled “I think that she is the perfect girl for me so I really do want to make her happy.” John ran his fingers through his hair.

Dawson and Emilie

“I have to have something I can bring to the table when I’m with a genius.” He joked as he nodded “Em did tell me that I am perfect so I’ll say that romance is apart of that one too.” Dawson missed her so much as she had been gone for a few days for a conference again and all he wanted was a cuddle.

Elias and Gracie

“Trust me with four kids you need to be romantic to not turn into a roommate.” Elias let out a laugh as he shook his head “Grace though is so much better at dates and that stuff.” He nodded “like that woman is a superhuman I swear I don’t know how she does it.” Elias has actual heart eyes when he talks about her.

Mat and Maddie

“Mads and I used to do these date FaceTime calls when she was working in Anaheim so I would plan them all.” He confessed cringing at the thought of having to spend all that time away from her again “so I would hope that I could be a romantic.” He shrugged thinking that she would agree with him.

Luke and Allie

“Absolutely not.” Luke couldn’t help but laugh “I try to be but it never ends up working.” He confessed with a shrug “I’ve given up on trying to cook for those nights because I have given her raw chicken twice now.” Luke was glad she checked her food first on both occasions.