#IM WEAKK

[geminipdf]

took it upon myself to transport a pretty heavy package between two offices realised it was a very bad idea like halfway through with no option to turn back and i’m about to FAINT... i need to  go back to working out

[saexy]

ZEN 💕 i havent said hello in forever hehe

i must know where does Sae love to kiss you most??

GRAYYY GRAYYYY!! HOW HAVEE YOU BEEEEEN!!!!!!!! SUSses over that man... aaah i apologuze i havent been in peoples inboxes either in so long... i fear my energy to shitpost is wilding hshsshsh But social battery drained.

SAEEE lovesss TO KISSS!!!!! KISSING IS HIS one of the lov LANGUAGE IMO 🙃🙃 I mean youcan tell HOW HE IS FEEELINSGSH FROM HIS KISSESSS! I FEAR he loves to kisss alot of places!!! 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️AND HIS KISSESSS ARE SOO FEVERISHHH and CONSUMING- butt im gonna go ahead and pick temples... to put it... its the place that smells home.... I THINKK ITS TEH HEIGHt DIFFENRCE ALSO.. youll find his lips pressed to my templess... if we re like standingg or just publically hugging (HATE HATEE PDA) .. and during games or when he is leaving.. a KISSS ON TEMPLE ALWAYS. he dont much care for paps and all but he prefers to keeo things pvt (also HIM SQUEEZING ASS PUBLICALLY AND NOT GIVINGBAA SHIT BEC THATS NORNAL)

[miraiq]

Caelus/Stelle constantly take power naps (usually lasts 20-30 minutes) when they're not busy. Frequently tired bean/s. If you don't see them working, they're likely sitting down resting against a wall or laying down on a bench somewhere. Doesn't matter where they sleep, just as long as they're not likely to be tripped over or woken up by loud noises.

[unqompleted]

CRAMBONNN

[prxttythngs]

elias is so hopeful, so unrelenting in chasing what he wants, even if what he wants is sure to bring him headaches beyond comparison. his light, boyish optimism is enough to bring a smile to abel's face, nose crinkling as he laughs, truly laughs, for the first time that evening. there is only so much he can do to resist elias, with his charming smile and his quick wit. he inclines toward him, shoulder bumping into the other's as he finally caves, blue eyes finding elias'. " yeah-- your boyfriend. " the tension has melted from the small space between them, which abel bridges to sneak a soft, chase kiss to abel's mouth. he pulls back before elias can deepen it, more than familiar with his boss' tendency to get distracted from important conversations by kisses just like this one. " but we-- we have to be careful, alright ? we can't-- we can't take risks. " he locks his gaze with elias', keeping it on him until he's satisfied that the other has heard what he's saying. " and this doesn't mean you don't have to listen to me when i tell you to do things, either. "

There's a reason for Abel's question, and the answer is in the hushed tones and tinted windows. Abel knows what he wants. It's Elias who isn't accustomed to picking. Spoiled, thanks to his family's wealth and good looks. With a shrug of surrender, he whispers; "I want you." It comes first in his head. "And I want the real thing. The whole kit and caboodle." A not-so-subtle jest at Elias' many failing cliches, and his dependence on the blonde to correct his boying nonsense. "Are those things truly mutually exclusive?" Couldn't be with Abel, in the realm of the real thing?

His eyes drop to their hands, intertwined with the fine leather between them. He wonders - is it some sort of metaphor? That they will forever be close, but not close enough? He silences that question, a breath of relief despite himself. "Does it make me a piece of shit that I'm glad to hear that?" Elias mutters, a wince of a smile on his face. The idea tormented him more than he'd ever admit to Abel. "Together, like..." Elias squeezes his hand, instinctively pulling himself closer into Abel's breath. "My boyfriend?" He tests it out for size, careful as ever.

[bueckersg1rl]

i forgot i wrote this when i was DEEP into my pazzi phase so enjoy i guess 😭😭

this is unedited and my first and last time writing this shit is not for the weakk

how many drinks? (paige bueckers x azzi fudd)

warnings: underage drinking, suggestive, angsty? idk what to tag lol im not a writer

“paigeee” azzi whined, tired of the constant badgering from her best friend.

“bro come on azzi! it’s only one night and you literally never go out” paige quickly retaliated, pacing around the younger girl’s room.

“not when we have finals next week! you, out of all people should know how much work i need to catch up on. plus, my dad’s literally going to kill me!” azzi complained, fidgeting with the silver ring occupying her middle finger. with a smirk creeping up on paige’s face, azzi could already predict the words that were about to come out of the blonde's mouth.

“we can always sneak out..” she giggled, finally coming to a halt infront of azzi, lips slightly pouting as she put on a frown.

“please?” she gazed into azzi’s eyes, lips tugging into a smirk when azzi started to tilt her head back, eyes darting into every direction but paiges.

“madison im going to kill you one day i swear to God” azzi groaned, sitting further up her bed.

“so.. is that a yes?” paige squealed, unable to contain her excitement anymore. with a sigh, azzi rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at the older girl, before finally sighing with a yes.

“bro azzi youre the best! you know theres gonna be a dj right? and so, so much vodka!!” paige trailed on, while azzi simply fell back into the comfort of her bed listening to her best friend talk.

******

two hours had passed, and the pair couldn’t contain their excitement anymore. azzi was dressed in a tank top and a cute black miniskirt, the hem of the skirt settling just below her ass. paige, who wasn’t that concerned of what she was wearing had a flannel shirt and a pair of skinny jeans on. however, azzis outfit had definitely caught her attention. the way her tank top hugged her curves perfectly and the skirt that wrapped around her ass, it was impossible for paige to take her eyes off azzi, but she wasnt meant to feel like that about her bestfriend. mumbling something under her breath, she was quickly refocused on their plans of sneaking out of the fudd residence. azzi dashed down the corridor to triple check her parents were asleep, before signalling to paige that they were ready to leave. carefully, paige opened the window and started to climb out, shortly followed by azzi. the cool air hit their faces, the warmth and comfort of azzis room washing away. paige quickly got the address of the party up on her phone, only a short 10 minute walk. skipping and giggling their way to the party, they quickly arrived, buzzed off nervousness and excitement. azzi nervously glanced at paige,

“are you sure we can be here? what if the cops pull up? what if we get banned from basketball?”

“chill out azzi. you know i wouldnt put you in that sorta situation.”

"and if you do, i am literally going to kill you.” azzi bit back, tagging behind paige as they walked into the house.

*******

“look azzi! they’re playing 7 minutes in heaven! let’s go pleaseee” paige slurred, after four too many shots of straight vodka.

“are you serious? paige i haven’t had my first kiss yet and it sure as hell isn’t gonna be at this party.”

“you can always just say no… and plus, if not now, then when?”

“can you at least lemme get more wasted first?”

“yeah yeah whatever!” paige dismissed, grabbing azzis arm as azzi swiftly downed a shot and chaser and pulled her towards the crowd. the pair sat down in the circle, paige’s arm wrapped tightly around azzis shoulder. the game began, and one by one couples would disappear into the closet and reemerge, hair messed up and cheeks flushed. after 5 rounds, it was finally azzis turn. as she spun the bottle, she silently wished the bottle would break. she shut her eyes for a moment, preparing herself for the outcome. all of a sudden, a series of cheers and whistles erupted, as she felt paige’s arm that was wrapped around her shoulder grip onto her hand, leading her towards the closet. pushing themselves into the closet, azzi spoke up first.

"hi paige!" she giggled, playing with her fingers that were still firmly wrapped around her own hand.

"hi azzi," paige whispered, "you know you look really good tonight."

"only tonight?" azzi teased, stepping in front of paige so they were meeting eye to eye.

"you know you look good everyday azzi, dont play."

paiges eyes were slightly glazed, darting from azzis eyes and lips, indecisive between the two. azzi leaned in, closing any remaining gap between them. paige immediately cupped her hand on azzi’s flushed cheek, feeling the heat radiating into her hand. she couldn’t help but pull away and breaking into a smile, taking in what just unfolded before her.

“did i do something wrong? oh fuck i totally misread this didn’t i paige im so sor-“

before she knew it, paige’s lips were attached again, this time with more force and emotion. the older girl’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer. azzi, unsure of where to place her hands, figured around the waist was the safest option, but as her cold fingertips came in contact with paige’s warm body, a spark ignited in both of them, fervently making out, hands exploring each other’s bodies. after what felt like a minute, a series of knocks pounded at the door. the slight giggles sneaking into the closet cut through the tension, with voices of girls outside the door squealing,

“7 minutes is up get outttt lovebirds!"

almost instantly, paige shoved azzi off her, hurriedly running her hands through her hair and straightening out her top.

“bro fuck what did we just do? oh my god bro this wasn't supposed to happen” azzi, still in shock of what just happened, mindlessly gaped at paige until she could form coherent words. the brunette was able to muster out a single word, fuelling paiges panic.

“what?”

paige started cursing again, to herself, to azzi, who knew? she pushed past the younger girl, out the door, and back into the party. azzi however, was still managing to collect her feelings.

"what the actual fuck just happened?" she asked herself, fixing her miniskirt which had ridden up to her hips. after a few minutes, azzi pushed the door open, to be met with some of paiges friends that she met earlier.

"azzi! oh my godd girll you look soooo good" one giggled, the other trying to balance on her two feet. azzi gave a polite smile, asking if both were okay, before she pushed through the crowd to find paige again. when she finally saw a glimpse of her blonde hair, azzis jaw dropped to the floor, her eyes in a trance at the unbelievable audacity paige had. there she had been, making out with azzi 10 minutes ago, but now sliding her toned arms across another brunette's shoulders, the girl giggling at whatever paige was saying. paige looked up, directly into azzis long-lashed, beautiful brown eyes, but before she could even blink, azzi was gone.

[maroonieroon]

Hey guys! I may not be active for a bit i have a really bad fever and i throw up everything i drink or eat that isnt water and my body feels weakk. Sorry but i will leave asks on so that whenever im better i can answer them!

[mangoposts]

BUT MATT IN BLINDFOLD OH GOD AS A CHRIS GIRL IM WEAKK

His cheekbones😮��💨😮‍💨 Love how fearless Matt was it’s kinda 🫠Kinda

[fallenrebels]

She so prebbyyy :] UGH MLP KEEPS PULLING ME BACK IN BECAUSE IM WEAKK

[thehighladywrites]

the Feyre twitter links BYE

GIRL IM SO WEAKK FOR HERRRR😩😩😩😩😩😩

[ghosteii]

WHERE DID YOU COM FROM !!! (I see u reblogging)/nm

I BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE IM SORRY

ill repay you in cookies

please

please don't fight me I'm WEAKK /silly

[perfectsunlight]

LMAOOO THIS WHOLE ANON THING IS HAVING ME WEAKK PLEASEEE 💀💀

LMAOOOO its very funny to me too like everyone here knows im an angst writer

[dilfl0v3rss]

IM WEAKK I WOULD’VE HAD A LONG ASS PARAGRAPH READY TO GO 💀

anon is funny , if they wanted content so bad they can go write themselves..

right like tf you complaining to me forrrr. they making it seem like it’s mad easy to look at a request and give a detailed fic ab it likeeee if it’s that easy then you do it😭

[kitten4sannie]

RUN RABIT RUN???? HELLO????? MORE LIKE RUN RABID RUN LIKE i'm drooling and running up my walls babe;; alyssa my love, my moonlight, the love of my life, how do you expect me to survive??? BC I WON'T SJDHFH i'm so excited you don't even know >:0 (THE TAGS?? primal play, biting/marking, manhandling, breeding, knotting??? i'm literally short circuiting rn- your mind is an international treasure i tell you)

–vamp anonnie (someone get the defibrillator)

i read this ask so many times i’m dyinggg i love when you get excited about my fics ;;;;; i’ll be sure to revive you love don’t worryyy!! that makes me so happy eeee and yes i went a bit feral with the tags there (shocker) but i just can’t help it when it comes to hybrid stuff im so weakk. an international treasure ;-; you never fail to make me feel special and loved and it means sm to me ilysm orion :((((( <3333

[gaybullracing]

IM WEAKK

[moralesluvr]

JUNIE ATE ONCE AGAIN BRO IM WEAKK?? girl the way you wrote this was exquisite pls i caught myzelf giggling and smiling… straight to dem favs mamacita!

“you droolin’, mami!” YES I AM!!! what about it sir. (i need him so bad)

— roller skating

pairing: e-42!miles (aged up) x fem!reader

contains: romance, slightlyyy (barely) suggestive fluff

summary: you and miles go on a date to the roller rink and you have a hard time picking up the skill. you ask him to demonstrate for you and he obliges, but you’re so caught up in him that you’re not sure you learned anything at all. wc: 1,254

a/n: if you want to listen to the song mentioned while reading, i suggest you start it when you come across the spotify link i added during the exact scene it’s playing in the story. i highly recommend waiting until prompted so you can experience exactly what reader did cause chileeee. it hits differenttt like i fr made myself fall in love with this one 😭 also if you didn’t know, this is the exact vibe of a black roller rink lol. example 2

🎧: Close To You - Dreezy, T-Pain

“miles, i’m going to fall.” you whined nervously, your body basically glued to the length of your boyfriend’s right arm.

“you won’t ma, i got you.”

he laughed gently at your uneasy stance, and secretly at how terrified you were of participating in what’s been one of his favorite activities since he was a child.

his skates rolled smoothly against the floor as he guided the both of you to the rink; but yours, however, awkwardly clunked around as you settled for taking wary steps, instead of actually gliding like you were supposed to.

how you ended up agreeing to a date at the roller rink with miles was beyond you. you were someone who tripped over your own two feet at least twice a day from simply trying to walk. but with his promise of teaching you and his guarantee of going slow, your nerves had dissipated some— until you’d actually slipped the skates on and got out onto the rink.

“don’t pick your feet up mama. just push them out to the side, one after the other and lean your body forward. you got it.”

you heard his instructions loud and clear, but your brain still struggled to send the correct signals to your unsophisticated body.

you wobbled against the browned, laminated wood, not really a fan of your newfound lack of control when it came to your own legs. right hand hovered out beside you in preparation for a tumble, the fingers of your left were tightly clamped around miles’ bicep as an effort to keep your balance. you had a death grip on him, too focused on not eating shit to wonder if you were hurting him or not. you weren’t, but even if you were, he wouldn’t tell you.

“you’re overthinkin’ it.” he smiled down at you, finding your instinctive need to hold onto him adorable.

“how the hell do you do this without falling flat on your ass?” you asked, already exasperated from your short trek from the bench.

“i’m just like that.” he shrugged suavely, chuckling discreetly when your head turned towards him with a pointed glare. “practice. my moms taught me when i was eight,” he rephrased, and you stumbled suddenly, but he quickly caught you by your arm, two strong hands steadying you before your feet could sweep out from under you.

“okay, no, this isn’t gonna work,” a shaky breath pushed passed your lips and somehow you managed to bring the both of you to a stop over by the wall of the rink, hand instantly finding purchase on the railing. “can you just, i don’t know… demonstrate, first?” you waved your hand around, motioning towards the other people out on the floor to get your point across. “maybe if i watch you do it, it’ll come to me easier.”

he nodded, retreating from you slowly, backwards. he gestured back and forth between the both of you with his finger, your eyes unintentionally falling to it. “eyes on me, aight?” he instructed with a subtle smirk, a sultry trace lingering in his tone.

you couldn’t take them off him even if you tried, so that wouldn’t be a problem.

you were convinced your attraction towards this man couldn’t become any stronger than it already was, until “Close To You” by Dreezy started playing through the speakers and the spot lights on the ceiling dimmed dreamily to a mellowed pink, blue, and orange— blending into a seductive mix of captivating hues that illuminated the rink. you felt yourself swoon, and had half a mind to curse out whoever was on music and lighting for aiding in the palpitations of your heart as your eyes followed your boyfriend closely.

you watched his feet first, as one fanned out in a small half-circle after the other, the movement allowing him to skillfully glide out onto the bustling rink.

how he was able to skate backwards when you had such a hard time grasping the concept of even doing it the normal way, you didn’t know. not to mention sifting through people without bumping into a single one of them. and while the technique of it all seemed simple on paper, what really impressed you was how effortless he made it look.

facing the opposite way of everybody else as he cruised, his hips languidly swayed to the beat of the music, upper body leaning just the slightest with them and you had no choice but to gawk at him— at how handsome he looked, at how good he was at this. at how his lips were absentmindedly tucked into themselves due to his focus, then unfurled to faintly mouth the lyrics.

lord have mercy.

you were mesmerized to say the least, lips parted somewhat and mouth dry. it was like everyone else had disappeared, like the two of you were the only ones in the room; time moving slower than it usually did.

once he started enjoying himself and got into a groove, he’d forgotten you were even watching him, until he caught your marveling eyes transfixed on him from across the rink, chin dropping to his chest for a beat as he simpered to himself. tongue wetting his lips, he shook his head in amusement. he already knew why you were looking at him like that.

with one foot expertly crossing in front of the other periodically, he maneuvered himself through a few stragglers with a brief look over his shoulder, swiftly spinning around a couple that happened to be in his way.

yeah, now he was just showing off.

you had no idea what your face looked like, but as he rounded back over to where you were, he laughed at your awestruck expression and called out to you.

“you droolin’, mami!”

if your jaw wasn’t already dropped from watching him nonchalantly coast around, it definitely was now.

your fingers mindlessly rushed to check, because honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if you were, only for a playful glower to settle onto your face when you realized he was messing with you.

having forgotten you were supposed to try for yourself, your eyes widened in slight panic when he suddenly skated over to you and gently took your hand, pulling you out onto the floor against your will.

“no no no no-!”

“cálmate, mama.” he drawled, his words dragging on as he shot you that same charming smile that’d made you fall in love with him in the first place. “i’ll hold you, no te preocupes (don’t worry). just c’mere,”

you gave him a look of uncertainty, but reluctantly moved your feet just enough to get closer to him anyway. he met you halfway, and snaked his right arm around your waist, expertly turning you so your backside was facing him before he pulled you flush against his body, and your teeth found your bottom lip before you could stop them.

his left arm then came around to your front to meet the other and your lungs drew in a wavered breath at the feeling of his hands resting on the soft of your inner thighs, dangerously close to having your knees buckling. your face bloomed with a sweltering heat, mind entirely corrupted by him and him only. how the intoxicating aroma of his dior sauvage cologne invaded your nostrils; how it felt being against him like this. lashes fluttering and mind turning to putty at the way he was holding you, your warning to him was merely a whispered reminder.

“miles.”

“shhh, i know what i’m doin’.” his response had a double meaning to it as he kept you tightly pressed to him. his breath warmed your skin and his lips brushed the shell of your ear when he spoke, his hands tapping rhythmically against your thighs to keep up with the beat while he helped guide you into the same fluid movement he’d demonstrated prior.

your hands came down to rest overtop his, and you were a bit shocked at the way your body naturally began to sway in sync along with his once you let yourself relax into him; the both of you settling into a comfortable stroll.

“ves, ¿que te dije? (see, what’d i tell you?)” he teased, his voice a deep hum against your cheek. “you got it.”

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