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skateordiebitch · 21 days ago

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I know you might or not might see this but can you do angst with Dom x reader likes the song enchanted by Taylor swift, where reader has been in love with Dom and everyone in there friend group knows expect him.

I don’t know, if you wanted to end them getting together or that reader finally moves on from him, where she’s brings the guy she been seeing to the friend group introducing him. You could choose or you want to end it a different way I’m okay with that.

ENCHANTED || D.F. x reader

'this night is flawless, don't you let it go i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone i'll spend forever wondering if you knew i was enchanted to meet you'

summary:

“Every time you smiled at him, every time he held you in his arms… it felt like someone was ripping me apart. And I hate it. I hate him. Not because of anything he did, but because he gets to have you in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.”

you have been in love with dominic for years, yet he has no clue. but, the truth hits him hard when he sees you with someone else.

a/n: good lord this song makes me cry. like it has so many memories attached to it LMFAO. literally this song reminds me of all my old friends and exes... YIKES. but, nonetheless, i love myself some good angst and that is definitely this story! it's serving desperate and sappy dominic. bro is experiencing emotions frl. i'm really proud of this one!!!! anyways enjoy!!! ahhhh!!!!!! <33

You’d loved Dominic for years.

Not in the fireworks-and-grand-gestures kind of way, but in the quiet, soul-deep moments that snuck up on you and stayed. It was the kind of love that grew slowly, like ivy creeping over the walls of your heart, until it covered everything.

It was in the way he’d sit next to you on his couch during movie nights, always leaving just enough space for you to stretch your legs across his lap. It was in the laugh that erupted from him, wild and unrestrained, whenever you said something even remotely funny, and the way his entire face lit up when he did.

It was in the little things he remembered—the way you took your coffee (two sugar, a splash of oat milk), the playlist you always had on repeat, the fact that the sound of chewing drove you absolutely insane.

The kind of love where everything he did—his stupid puns, the way he’d ruffle your hair just to irritate you, the way he’d text you randomly just to say something ridiculous—became a permanent fixture in your mind. It etched itself onto your heart like a tattoo you’d never chosen but couldn’t imagine living without.

It was woven into the fabric of your friendship, thread by thread, until it became a part of you so intrinsic that you didn’t know where he ended and you began.

And everyone in your friend group knew.

They knew from the way your eyes always darted to the door whenever he walked in, lighting up the second you saw him.

From the way your laugh was a little louder, your smile a little brighter, whenever he was around. They teased you endlessly, whispering Dominic’s name in sing-song voices and nudging you whenever he so much as looked in your direction.

The problem? Dominic didn’t know.

And it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him—subtly, at first. You wore the necklace he’d given you for your birthday nearly every day, a constant reminder of how much he meant to you.

You laughed a little too hard at his terrible jokes, no matter how bad they were, and you always made excuses to hang out with him—helping him move, joining him on errands, staying up late to listen to him rant about his day.

But Dominic? He was oblivious. Utterly, maddeningly clueless.

For someone who was so quick to pick up on everyone else’s emotions, he was blind when it came to you.

Not once had he seemed to notice the way your breath hitched when he hugged you, or how your gaze lingered on him just a little too long.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Every unspoken feeling sat heavy in your chest, pressing against your ribs like a secret you weren’t sure you wanted to keep anymore.

Sometimes, late at night, you’d let yourself wonder—what would it take for him to see you? Not as his best friend, his confidant, his go-to for advice, but as someone who loved him so completely it terrified you.

But no matter how much you hoped, you couldn’t make him see.

And with every moment that passed, the fear grew louder in your mind: that he never would.

When Ryan came into your life, it felt like a lifeline, a much-needed opportunity to breathe again.

You met him at a local bookstore one rainy afternoon. You’d been browsing the shelves for something new to read, trying to distract yourself from the ever-present ache in your chest—Dominic.

Your fingers had just landed on the spine of a novel when another hand brushed yours.

“Oh, sorry!” you’d both said at the same time, pulling back with awkward smiles.

Ryan had laughed first, the sound warm and disarming. “Looks like we’ve got similar taste. That’s a great book, by the way.”

Something about his easy demeanor and genuine smile drew you in. He didn’t look at you like you were carrying the weight of unspoken feelings or hiding a heart that had been quietly breaking for years. He saw you, simply, without complication.

From that moment, conversations with Ryan came naturally. He was sweet and attentive, always listening when you spoke, always showing up in small, thoughtful ways.

He also remembered the way you took your coffee, text you funny memes when he knew you were having a rough day, and even surprise you with your favorite snacks when he visited.

It felt like a balm to your bruised heart.

Being around Ryan didn’t come with the endless cycle of yearning and disappointment that came with Dominic.

With Ryan, there were no stolen glances you hoped he’d notice, no nights spent overanalyzing every word, wondering if he’d finally understood how you felt. Ryan’s affection was clear and uncomplicated—no guessing games, no pain.

When he asked you out after a few weeks of casual meetups, you hesitated at first. Not because you didn’t like him—you did.

But a small, stubborn part of you still clung to Dominic, still whispered, What if he realizes he loves you back?

But how long could you keep waiting for something that might never happen? How much more could you take of loving someone who couldn’t see you the way you saw them?

So, when Ryan asked, you said yes. Maybe it was time to stop chasing an impossible dream and focus on someone who wanted you, who made their feelings clear.

Dating Ryan was easy, like slipping into a routine that fit. He’d call just to hear your voice, plan dates that felt tailored to your interests, and never left you doubting how he felt.

You’d go to the movies, share quiet dinners, and laugh over inside jokes that only the two of you understood. He made an effort to learn about you—the way you secretly loved cheesy holiday movies, how you always ordered the same thing at your favorite diner but liked to pretend you were considering something new.

For a while, you thought this might be what moving on felt like. Comfortable. Simple.

And yet, there were moments—small, fleeting moments—when you’d catch yourself thinking about Dominic.

It wasn’t fair to Ryan, you knew that.

But sometimes, when Ryan laughed, it wasn’t quite the same as Dominic’s laugh, the one that made your heart skip.

And sometimes, when he held your hand, it wasn’t quite as grounding as the way Dominic’s shoulder had felt pressed against yours during late-night talks.

Still, you told yourself that this was what you needed: a fresh start, a clean slate, a chance to let go of a love that had only ever hurt.

So, you gave it a shot, and brought Ryan into your friend group one evening.

The first time Dominic saw him, something shifted.

Dominic was unusually quiet, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with something you couldn’t quite place. He barely looked at you, and when he did, his gaze lingered just a second too long, his jaw tight.

When Ryan cracked a joke and made you laugh, Dominic’s jaw tightened. When Ryan casually draped an arm around your shoulder, Dominic’s lips pressed into a thin line.

That night, Sarah pulled you aside with a knowing look. “So… does Dom know about Ryan?”

“There’s nothing to know,” you replied quickly, avoiding her gaze.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Sure. And the way he’s glaring daggers at Ryan right now? Totally normal behavior for a best friend.”

You glanced across the room, catching Dominic looking your way before he quickly averted his eyes.

“He’s just being protective. It’s not that deep. It never was,” you said, trying to convince yourself as much as Sarah.

“Right. Keep telling yourself that,” Sarah said, smirking.

By the third time you brought Ryan around, Dominic’s jealousy was like a storm cloud hovering over every interaction, impossible to ignore.

It wasn’t just the biting sarcasm—though his sharp, offhand remarks had become an almost constant presence—or the subtle digs he let slip whenever Ryan spoke, disguised as humor but cutting just a little too deep.

It was in the way he carried himself, his entire demeanor shifting whenever Ryan was near.

Dominic, usually so laid-back and effortlessly charming, grew stiff and tense.

He’d find reasons to disappear into the corners of the room, pretending to scroll through his phone or busy himself with a drink, but his eyes always betrayed him.

They’d flicker over to you and Ryan, the look in them almost unreadable—frustration? Hurt? Something darker? Whatever it was, it made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t just jealousy; it was possession disguised as indifference, pain buried under anger.

The tension between the three of you was unbearable, the kind of thing that hung in the air and made every conversation feel stilted. Dominic’s comments became sharper, his jabs less subtle.

“Yo, Ryan,” he said one night, interrupting a lighthearted story your boyfriend was telling about a work trip. “Tell us again about that thing you do—what was it? Selling insurance or whatever?”

Ryan laughed awkwardly, clearly taken aback. “It’s not insurance—it’s consulting.”

Dominic raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the arm of the couch, drink in hand. “Right, right. Consulting. Super thrilling stuff, huh?”

You shot Dominic a glare, your jaw tightening. “Dom, knock it off.”

“What?” he said, all mock innocence, though there was an edge to his voice. “I’m just trying to keep up. Don’t want to miss the riveting tales of middle management.”

Ryan shrugged, clearly uncomfortable but trying to stay polite. “Not everyone can be a rockstar, man.”

Dominic’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Nope, I guess not.”

The moment passed, but the damage was done. Ryan excused himself to the kitchen, and you followed shortly after, seething.

When you finally caught Dominic alone later, the frustration boiled over.

He was standing by the counter, silently fuming as he glared at a can of soda like it had personally insulted him. His jaw was clenched so tightly, you were sure it was painful.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, what the hell is your deal?” you asked, crossing your arms, your voice more brittle than you intended.

Dominic didn’t even look at you, his hand still frozen over the can. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been acting weird,” you shot back, your patience wearing thin. “Ever since I started seeing Ryan.”

Dominic scoffed, the sound bitter. He finally looked up, meeting your gaze with an edge to his eyes. “Weird? I’m not the one dragging my boyfriend to every fucking hangout, am I?”

The words hit you like a slap. You felt your stomach twist, a wave of heat rising to your cheeks, but you couldn’t back down now. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He turned his back on you, the movement sharp and dismissive. “Forget it,” he muttered, voice low and tight.

“No,” you said, stepping closer, your breath catching. “I’m not letting this go. Why do you care so much?”

Dominic froze, his body tense, shoulders stiff as though you had touched a raw nerve. He didn’t look at you right away, as though he was debating whether or not to say it.

When he did speak, his voice was quieter, almost too soft for how much it cut through the space between you.

“I just…” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t trust him, okay? The dude’s a fucking loser.”

The words pierced you, more than you expected. You took a step back, but the ache in your chest didn’t go away. “That’s not your call to make, Dominic. You’re just being a dick for no reason.”

Dominic’s eyes flashed then—dark, almost desperate as he turned to face you. “Maybe it’s not, but it’s hard to watch you settle for someone who doesn’t even know you. Doesn’t know you hate rom-coms or that you cry every time you hear ‘Here Comes the Sun.’” His voice cracked slightly on the last word, but he quickly masked it with a frustrated shake of his head. “He doesn’t know shit about you. He doesn’t know he spilled his drink on your favorite sweater— He fucking chews with his mouth open. You hate that. I don’t know how you can be with someone like him.”

You blinked, thrown off guard by the weight of his confession. Your breath caught in your throat. “Dominic…”

But he cut you off before you could say anything else, his words sharp with frustration. “Just… forget it. Whatever,” he snapped, pushing past you to exit the kitchen, leaving a lingering silence in his wake.

You stood there, frozen, heart hammering in your chest, everything he had said hanging in the air like an unspoken truth.

You were torn—staring after him, desperately wanting to chase him down, to ask him what the hell all of this meant, but a part of you feared that if you asked, the answer would break you even more than the silence already had.

Maybe you had been pretending, too.

Pretending you didn’t feel the weight of his words.

Pretending you didn’t feel like the whole damn world was shifting under your feet as Dominic kept slipping further out of your reach.

You didn’t know what to do anymore.

But one thing was certain—you couldn’t keep pretending either. Not when Dominic’s jealousy, his care for you, was so raw, so real.

And with that, he walked away, leaving you standing there, confused and frustrated.

Later that night, after everyone had gone home, you lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as Dominic’s words echoed in your mind.

"You deserve someone who knows you."

You’d heard those words before, maybe not in that exact phrasing, but the sentiment was familiar.

Friends, family—even your own thoughts at times—had gently hinted that you deserved more than what you were settling for.

But hearing it from Dominic, the one person you’d quietly longed for, struck a different chord entirely.

Did he really care about you like that? Or was this just Dominic being his usual overprotective self, always swooping in to play the knight when he thought you needed saving?

Your thoughts drifted to Ryan, the guy who had walked into your life like a breath of fresh air. Ryan was... easy. He made sense. He was sweet, kind, and always seemed to know the right thing to say.

He didn’t keep you guessing or leave you wondering where you stood.

With Ryan, everything was surface-level simple—polite dates, casual laughs, and the kind of affection that felt like wearing a sweater on a chilly day. Comfortable. Familiar.

But sometimes, it felt like he was reading from a script, saying the right things because they were expected, not because they carried weight.

And then there was Dominic.

Dominic was chaos wrapped in charm. With him, nothing was simple. He could make you laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe, and he could infuriate you in the same breath. He wasn’t predictable or easy to pin down, but he felt more. Every word, every look, every touch carried an unspoken intensity.

Where Ryan gave you a steady, quiet affection, Dominic made you feel like the world was alive, like you were alive. And yet, being with him wasn’t easy—it never had been.

Dominic didn’t offer you the calm waters Ryan did; he was a storm, wild and untamed, pulling you under with every wave of emotion.

The difference wasn’t lost on you. Ryan loved the idea of you—the girl who smiled politely, laughed at his jokes, and looked good in a photo together.

But Dominic?

He loved the parts of you no one else paid attention to, the parts you didn’t even realize someone could love.

He knew you hated the smell of Bath and Body Works candles, no matter how trendy they were. He knew you always left the last sip of coffee in your mug because you couldn’t stand the cold, bitter dregs. He knew you cried when you watched the sunrise, not because it was beautiful, but because it reminded you of things you’d lost.

Ryan didn’t know those things, and you weren’t sure he ever would.

Turning over, you clutched your pillow tighter, frustration bubbling in your chest. Why did Dominic have to say that? Why couldn’t he just let you be happy?

You had spent years chasing after him, dropping hints he never noticed, loving him in silence while he dated other people, oblivious to what was right in front of him.

And now, just when you were finally trying to let go, to move on, he had to say things like that—things that cracked your resolve and left you wondering.

You closed your eyes, but all you could see was Dominic, standing in the kitchen, the look in his eyes when he said, "You deserve better."

What did he mean by that? Did he mean better than Ryan? Or better than him? Did he even realize how much his words had shaken you, how they’d made you question everything?

You didn’t have answers, but one thing was clear: no matter how hard you tried, moving on from Dominic wasn’t going to be as simple as you’d hoped.

2 AM, who do you love?

The question kept you awake, and the answer made your heart ache.

The knock on your door the next day startled you. You weren’t expecting anyone, least of all Dominic, who stood on your doorstep looking like he hadn’t slept.

“Hey,” he said, his voice rough.

“Hey,” you replied cautiously.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded, stepping aside.

He hesitated, glancing at the floor before meeting your eyes. “I need to say something. And I need you to let me finish, okay?”

“Okay…” you said, your heart pounding.

He took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “I like you. No, scratch that. I’m in love with you.”

Dominic's words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable. Words couldn’t even begin to form in your mouth. All you could do was just stand there, and pray that he starts talking again.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long,” he repeated, his voice cracking just slightly. “And I know—I know I’m an idiot for not saying anything sooner. I’ve probably ruined everything by waiting, but I couldn’t—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t lose you. I can’t lose you… Not like this.”

You stood frozen, your mind struggling to catch up with his confession. “Dom…”

He shook his head, stepping forward but not too close. “Please, just let me finish. I’ve been so scared that if I told you, and you didn’t feel the same, I’d lose you as my best friend. And then I saw Ryan, and it hit me—I was already losing you.”

It almost seemed as if he was tearing up— His eyes, welling with tears, but refusing to let them fall.

Your throat tightened, tears welling in your eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I’m a coward,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Because I didn’t want to mess up what we have. But now, I don’t give a fuck. I have nothing to lose, and I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t drive me insane seeing you with someone else. I love you, Y/N. I always have.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, his words echoing in your mind. This was Dominic—your Dominic.

The one you had loved for as long as you could remember.

And he loved you too.

“You’re not a coward, Dominic,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

His brow furrowed, his gaze searching yours. “What?”

“You’re not a coward…” you repeated, stepping closer. “I’ve been in love with you too, Dom. For years.”

His eyes widened, the weight of your confession visibly hitting him. “You… what?”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping at your cheeks.

“Everyone knew, except for you. I’ve been dropping hints forever… And you never got the memo. I thought you didn’t feel the same, so I gave up trying. I tried so hard, it was eating me alive. That’s why I started seeing Ryan.”

Dominic blinked, stunned. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, you idiot,” you said. “Why do you think I wear this necklace every day? Why I always made excuses to see you? Why I always wear the perfume you told me you loved?”

Dominic’s face softened, a sheer look of something between relief and sadness. ““I feel so stupid. I’m sorry, I never realized.”

You shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, anymore. Now, you know.”

The tension in his shoulders melted, and a soft smile forming on his lips. “So, all this time… we were both just too scared to say anything?”

“Basically,” you said, grinning too.

He let out a breath, stepping even closer until you could feel the warmth of him. “I can’t believe this.”

You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You’re kind of slow, you know that?”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling for the first time in what felt like days. “Yeah, well, you’re kind of impossible to read.”

Before you could respond, he reached up, cupping your face gently. “Tell me this is real,” he whispered. “Tell me this, us, is real.”

“It’s real, Dom,” you said, your voice soft but certain.

And then his lips were on yours, tentative at first, like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. But when you kissed him back, all the hesitation disappeared.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and it felt like every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every moment of yearning was pouring out in that kiss.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Dominic rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you like he was afraid to let go.

“So, what happens now?” he asked, his voice low and a little uncertain.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I don’t know. I have no clue. But, I guess we figure it out. Together.”

A grin spread across his face, wide and boyish. “I like the sound of that.”

And for the first time in years, you felt like everything was exactly where it was meant to be.

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memoriesndew · 22 days ago

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my - family by choice review, kdrama ☄. *. ⋆

going to try and write this less excited girl and more hnmm cute little write-up girly. Family by choice in restrospect is a remake of go ahead; in my personal opinion, I prefer family by choice.

At first, I didn't want to watch Family by Choice since it was a remake of the Chinese drama "GO AHEAD" It's not like I hated Go Ahead or I even watched it.

Go Ahead has a love triangle, where the guy she's supposed to have a closer familial relationship with goes on to have feelings for her, and so does her so-called "brother." See, it's so complicated for no reason. So I spared myself the drama and didn't watch it.

So when Family by Choice came out and I was seeing it on tiktok I was like, No, not watching this at all. That was until episode three came out and I laid eyes on my girl, "Seo ji hye." I was like, Yh, I have to watch this. Seo Ji Hye is my favourite Korean actress. I've loved her since Love All Play (another kdrama she starred in) and ever since I've been in love, so yh, I had to watch it, though I still had doubts Then I saw she had a crush on my man, "Bae Hyun Seong," and umm, I love him too so yh, I just started watching the drama for them but I did fall in love with the drama itself and the cast and here is my review

going to explain these without much context in case someone wants to watch it.

♡ Dal and Juwon's friendship: their friendship was so girly and cute, frl, the way they met and how close they became was so aww. They were so funny, and I love how even though Juwon was so disappointed (when you find out your friend likes your older brother way) with the fact that Dal had a crush on Haejun, she still helped her. and Juwon always looked out for Dal, especially when she had problems with her mom. and finally, i love how dal was always behind the scene and having all info in juwon's life in check (if that makes anysense)

♡ the familial relationship between the main cast: I love how everyone was always connected; it was so sweet and just watching the show makes you feel like you're growing up with them; it just feels so high school and life (idk how to explain more than that)

♡ their fathers: their fathers were literally the definition of parents who deserve children and the way Juwon's dad considered Heajun his own was so sweet; I mean, the man treats Haejun better than some people treat their own blood

♡ every couple: I'd say my least favourite couple was the main couple I'd say they were ok, but my favs will always be the second lead couple (I mean, it's my two favourites, please), and after them is the third couple, then Heajun's mom and Juwon's dad. the main couple for me was bland, but like you know, they were just the norm, but the second lead couple was shy girl and oblivious guy, cmon—that's like my favourite troupe please and the third couple, even though they had so few scenes, I think they represented me most, especially in rooting for the second couple and the third couple was just so cute, like, actually cute

♡ crazy second lead syndrome; the kdrama on its own I loved, but what I was really stayed for was the second couple, "해달" I was so hyper-fixated on this show because of the second lead couple. I went to tiktok every day for more info my screen time was a lot.

finally, I'll rank my top 10 characters with no explanation

miss dal

hae jun

ju won

the third couple - they're one person to most

sah na

ju won's dad

sah na's dad

hui ja

Jun Ho

Seo Hyeon

So I failed to write this less excited girl; this drama sits at the top of my favourite list. if you like adrinette you should like haedal

also who loves my notion review page?

💌 dew

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unhinged-diaries · 11 months ago

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Been a while. I have this problem of always trying to release new shit like big brands instead of restocking what’s popular with my customers and that’s going to be my downfall frl.

I talk myself out of it saying “They don’t really want that” but then I get messages of ppl telling me to drop new colors. Like ughhhh I just wanna drop new shit.

I just bought more samples for these sweatpants to send to ppl to make videos for me.

I also just bought $200 sample pair of jeans. It should never be that much for just a sample so it better EAT and make my ass look PHAT

Talked to this girl on Reddit who comes from a wealthy family and has a rich boyfriend she’s been dating for 2 years. She helped me with how to find a rich guy and the things I should familiarize myself with. That was a good conversation.

Also talked to one of my dating mentors who used to live in my city about how to find a provider man. When I told her that I was isolating myself until I glowed up (physically) she was LIVID. She said not to do that and to go out and gain experience being in my feminine energy and surrounding myself with an affluent lifestyle. That way as I continue to practice and get better my options get better too because I’m more well versed.

She also said something lovely. Along the lines of “men need that ‘feminine’ (I hate this word) energy and some woman out there that knows what she’s doing. That men are lonely and need their eve because they literally die early without her. My man is waiting for me and I’m rotting away In my bedroom under some made up pretense.”

She’s right and with that being said I’m going to start accumulating my new wardrobe next week because I literally have nothing aside from my work uniform and sweats. It’s time to get out there ladies!

#level up #glow up #luxury #entrepreneur #spoiled heaux #blackgirlglowup #scaling business owner #hypergamy #confessions of a business owner

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stateswscarlet · 1 year ago

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Hi scarlet! So I realized that I felt like I was being held back. I’d love to hear your pov.

Storytime: I was in a long relationship so I got accustomed to having my person (sp). He was my person and basically my best friend that I told everything to, I have always been very private about my life but with him in the picture, I would tell him stuff and forget to inform any of my other friends. I’m also very antisocial and introverted so finding my person was literally a dream come true.

This also resulted in me not rly having any actual close friendships and although I had like one real friendship, she got a boyfriend and became the same exact way I was but even worse (she frl be neglecting me).

We shared a friend group though and so if I wanted to go out because I didn’t want to neglect my friends we would go or vise versa. We didn’t just suddenly abandon them yk. He was the extrovert in our relationship. I spent every single day with him. We also weren’t comfortable with having friends of the opposite gender (if they were our friends before it was good and ofc we could have convos with the opposite gender). So I was completely fine with this bc I just don’t be talking to anybody.

But once we broke up I felt like I was missing out on everything. He had his guy friends and even made girl friends (my assumption). He was going out and even with these girl friends. I had nothing to do with my days. Now I definitely want him back. But my eye twitches when I overhear this girl saying “It’s not funny you woke me up when you called me and asked me to run” or when she’s all touchy on him.

Since I certainly know that, that would NOT be happening if we were together. I certainly know that if I want to get back together with him even hanging out with my guy friends alone would bother him (I would be too) and I just can’t have that guilt of knowing I want him back and hanging out with and talking (being friendly) with guys while being single. Because I know once we get back together I would cut all these guys off in a heartbeat and we would have a conversation on what we did when we were not together. It’s just embarrassing yk.

He was so madly in love with me when we were together but once we broke up, he honestly embarrassed me and I don’t wanna embarrass myself even more doing all this stuff when I know for a fact I would drop all these guys in a heartbeat and never look in their direction if we got back together

Sorry this was so long! I just felt like I’m not living life how I should be and I seriously have no friends (which I’m fine with) but if I was with my man, I would be out everyday doing something.

you do realize you can apply the law to having your ideal social life/friends right? it doesnt have to remain exclusive to manifesting sp.

i completely get where you’re coming from, and as someone who is also an introvert and wasn’t really surrounded by a bunch of friends and USED TO mainly rely on my bf for a social life (him being the extroverted one), I will tell you right now that being this way may seem cute and feel normal on paper, but its the number one way to become codependent on your bf and the relationship you have. you don’t need a massive friendgroup or a booming social life, but you CANNOT be waiting on sp to liveyour life. idc what you do but you need your own independence and personality and hobbies aside from the relationship, and you should have at least one friend who you treat equally as your partner (manifest a best friend if theres no one u have rn).

as for your guy friends situation i just feel like you’re overcomplicating this too much, if you feel uncomfortable then don’t hang out with them, but also keep in mind you’re not in a relationship in the 3D, so it makes no sense to act like you are and cut them off (if they’re good friends) just because you “know if sp was here you’d cut them off”; well sp isn’t in your 3D as your mans so you shouldn’t be doing anything that you would do in a relationship. whatever you do in the 3D never conflicts with imagination because everything is neutral and you aren’t doing this to see it in the 3D.

also, you need to forgive sp for hanging out with girl friends bc to be fair you guys aren’t together in the 3D and I understand feeling annoyed, but that is something you need to work on yourself and move on from otherwise you’ll never stay loyal to your new state. it sounds harsh but i promise i was in your situation too, but he isn’t responsible that you choose to have a different (almost nonexistent) social life. theres no point being hurt and annoyed knowing damn well you’re choosing this for yourself day after day.

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slimschance · 7 months ago

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Wednesday - 29/05/24

7:10am

i feel so (emotionally) empty and dull wtf... i don't wanna cry or nothing i just wanna disappear with no disturbance, to be in full isolation with nothing but 4 walls

on the plus side, i put my hair in a really cute low bun, but i think it's falling out or moving bc it's getting looser and starting to pull now. for context i never do my hair, it pure hates me so i'd normally just detangle it and then leave as is.

7:23am

uno it's bad when your "me and who" pinterest board is just pictures of people being friends... so fucking disheartening to tell adults, both family and teachers, no, i won't enjoy my last day, or any days of school, nor my school holidays, because i have no friends. i do genuinely enjoy listening to their stories of them and their mates but they all refuse to listen one bit when i tell them i won't be enjoying mine. the teachers try and say shit like "of course you do (have friends)" and "i didn't have many friends either", yet go on to explain their friend group of 20+ people, their 3 best friends, all the parties they got invited to, their 2 different boyfriends and how they went to uni on the bank of mum and dad, making at least 20 more pals that they talk to weekly till this day.

literally my best and only pal is my 11y/o cousin and that doesn't even count for anything because we're related man. i used to be close with his sister, my 15y/o cousin but we just don't hang out at all like whatsoever, even at functions. i do love her sm still, i always make sure to buy her treats when shes on her period, check up on her when shes ill and ensure shes safe and happy. i'll also just gift her for no reason so she has higher standards for her future boyfriends, she really doesn't pick the thoughtful ones at all. either way, she's heavily motivated to do go on and make lots of money and go into further education, difficult jobs ect. so i don't worry too much, i know she has her head screwed on.

most of the time i have to pretend the concept of best friends is just a concept, simply a movie trope, to stop myself from breaking down. i full course envy every single person whos had a best friend, one that actually enjoys your company, even if that best friend doesn't reciprocate (as in count you as their best friend), i envy you 😭 i literally just long for someone who doesn't mind my company. not even someone who likes my company, just someone who tolerates it. how fucking sad is that

i genuinely don't think anyone at all classes me as a friend, and anyone who could be a friend has never wanted to talk outside of school despite having my snap, email and insta, and i know every last one of them has chat shit about me minimum twice, every single one. i've never harmed any of these people physically nor mentally, all my previous friends (not exactly a decent sample size, i can count them on my hands) that fucking hate my guts still admit i'm one of the kindest people they know and that i'm a great friend, supportive, useful and funny, it's literally because i'm unattractive and neurodivergent that people don't like me i swear down 😭 i asked someone to reword a sentence once and they gave me death stares for 2 years and still chat shit to this day bro. at least there was actual reason for this one i spose, usually it comes from fucking nowhere

anyway i've been writing too long its 7:58 now erm

10:52am

just finished watching the girl next door on netflix, i love this film 😭 shame it's leaving netflix early next month. they're a cute couple frl

7:00pm

i watched pretty woman like 6 hours ago, yet julia robert's smiles still got a hold on me bro. every time she smiled i smiled with her because her smile is that charming, gosh.

6:55am next day - summary

i didn't update but my nans seemingly safe after her surgery - we were all up nan's from 7ish and we watched BGT, me and my cousin played subway surfers, that fruit drop game and all sorts of the tile music games. he gave me a dead leg like five times from sitting lit on me though ahaha

mum told me if i wanted to go out in the week cah i've been pretty miserable, i could message my (other, not the one with surgery) nan or cousin, when i said "no, i have no energy to message someone and i don't wanna get shot down again" (i'm too sensitive to rejection, even from my nan who loves me like heck) she had a go at me. i'm sorry but almost everything is disappointing nowadays, i'm not gonna add to it unless you want me stepping off the 3rd floor by next week ffs.

anyway, i'm just glad and incredibly lucky to still have both my nans alive. thankful

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Is this my sis 😭

D/w : don't read children

I am a boy of 15 now and I wanna confess this when is was like 10-11 I was sexually curious about everything... I felt like touching my sister's v*agina also my mother's, touching there breasts, smelling them and what not. I know that's all gross. My mother never bothered bcs who will think of a child can be like that but my sister kinda know what I am upto as she catched me doing that to my mother touching her at wrong points when she was sleeping so I just wanna say Yes I was a bad person so just curious idk

I am good and changed now, now I respect woman but idk if somehow I left my sis with so much of trauma who was 14 Or something at that time

I just felt like confessing this anonymously also writing that because you thought that was funny but idk about woman but I think my boys are curious at that age and do all that

Ok but wtf. Please don't send asks like this, im literally a child myself.

When I said it was funny i was talking about the original ask + I didn't know what molested mean since I thought it was the same as simply "molestar" from Spanish.

Pss ; To any anon / person that goes through my blog (especially the ones that are racist, disrespectful & that threatened me) treat me like you would treat any other kid under 16 cause i literally am a kid under 16. You all are weird frl.

#law of assumption #ask

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so you go home before hotch and emily

and hotch says you can’t touch until they both get home, emily then gets home before hotch and keeps pushing you and trying to play and you’re like

“but sir said-“and emily’s like “yea yeah blah blah he’ll never know” so she convinces you

but hotch gets home early and hears moaning coming from the bedroom and he has to decided what to do with y’all

whole ass:

🧍🏻‍♂️

“y’all frl?”

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

HAHAHA I love you, miss girl.

When you texted in the groupchat to ask if you could touch, you anticipated that Emily would be the first to respond and give you permission to go ahead because she liked getting your videos and audios of you moaning and falling apart while screaming their names, but it was Hotch who responded first this time, just to say: “Hands off until we’re both home with you.” You whined and tried texting a billion pleas, but neither of them ever responded. You slumped and stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore how needy you already were and trying to avoid giving into the temptation of being a brat and touching anyways. Emily was the brat for Hotch while you were the obedient one. If you started acting out now, who knew what the two of them would do to you; so you decided to wait.

Only a few minutes passed, though, before you heard the front door open. You didn’t move out of bed because you were too excited to see the two of them and start touching the second you were given permission. But your heart sank when you only saw Emily enter the bedroom. She was smirking, impressed by how you were already naked, your legs spread wide, eager fingers dancing on your shaking thighs. When you asked where Sir was, she glanced over her shoulder in search of a ghost.

When she looked back at you, she answered, “He got caught up in a meeting, but he sent the team home.”

“Why weren’t you answering my texts?”

“I was busy driving, bunny... But I saw every single beg of yours. Do you still wanna touch?” She sat on the bed and slowly dragged an index finger up your slit, starting at your dripping core and working her way up to your throbbing clit. “Aw, bunny, you do wanna touch.”

“I need to touch, Mistress,” you corrected while trying not to move.

“You don’t need anything.” She pinched one of your nipples. “But I can see how badly you want it, so I’ll let you touch.”

Your eyes widened. The thing was, in your dynamic, Hotch was the Dominant to you and Emily, and while Emily was only Dominant for you. When it came to commands, whatever Hotch said was literal gospel, while Emily had to kind of follow what he said, even when it had to do with you. So when he said that you had to wait for both of them to be home, yet she was giving you permission, you knew that her permission didn’t ultimately mean anything. If Hotch found out that she gave you permission... Not only would you be in trouble for touching, but she’d be in trouble for undermining his authority. Hell, he’d probably put her on no-touch for a week or two with me.

“Why so hesitant, bunny?” She teased your slit again. “Don’t you wanna touch for me?”

“Of course, Mistress; but Sir said--”

“Yeah, but he’ll never know if you cum for me before he gets home.”

“I don’t know, Mistress.”

“Okay, so then you don’t have to touch.” She pulled away from you entirely and started peeling off her clothes. “I’m going to touch myself, though, and we’ll see how long you can last while watching me.”

You pouted as she laid beside you, and without hesitating, her fingers found her own clit and she started going at it. You watched as her back arched off the bed. A moan left her lips and her attention to her pussy increased, impressing you with how fast she was going just to chase an orgasm that Hotch would never give her one he would get home and see us like that.

“Mistress...” you croaked, wiggling your hips around. “Please... stop...”

“No, bunny,” she responded before moaning again.

You couldn’t help yourself. Watching her like that, knowing that you didn’t have permission to touch her-- that you could only touch yourself-- you had to give in and do what she wanted. So you adjusted beside her and started playing with yourself, too.

“No cumming, bunny,” she warned.

“But, Mistress--”

“No.” Her hips bucked and her free hand squeezed one of her breasts as she got close to the edge. “Fuck...”

She looked so pretty while falling apart. The way her head shook against the pillows, giving her noticeable bedhead, and her cute moans echoed through the house, sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your core... You loved her. You loved everything about Emily Prentiss, but watching her in her most vulnerable form in that moment nearly took your breath away.

“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?”

You and Emily jumped in a panic when you heard his angry voice boom from the doorway. When you looked up, you saw Hotch there, still holding his briefcase, entirely shocked by the scene he had just walked in on-- a scene which he made clear shouldn’t have happened in the first place. You gulped and hid behind Emily as she sat up to address him.

“We were playing, Sir. What does it look like?”

She had a death wish, you were convinced.

“My instructions were clear, though,” he said, setting his briefcase down. “No touching.”

“Only bunny asked, though.”

“Exactly, which is why you should have waited and asked, too.” Suddenly, his hand was on her neck and he was squeezing gently while she clawed at him. “And then you came without permission.”

“I don’t need your permission,” she dared to say.

He huffed. “Fine. Then, I’ll put you in the chastity belt.”

“Wait, Sir--”

While Emily tried to protest, Hotch let go of her and wandered to the closet. He looked at me as he walked around the bed. “And you, bunny, no touching for a week.” You saw that coming. “If I catch you, I put you in chastity, too.”

“Yes, Sir,” you agreed obediently.

“Good girl.” And then he disappeared into the closet.

#ssa-hotchswhore #emily #hotch #sub!reader #reader #drabble #mine #ask

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