#POV: It's not you :(

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[xiaq]

Your first pride story was touching and all but you still married a man.

Yeah, bisexuals do that sometimes.

[notherpuppet]

Role reversal AU

[isjasz]

[mob killing noises] BAM!!!!1111!!

[eggcromancer]

happy valentines :}

[morebird]

Astarion, the Decadent

[yumishisu]

logan degrading calling him everything but wade (p1)

[bamsara]

do you mind? we're trying to have a pivotal moment of our relationship

[razmerry]

I love when artists draw damian in this pose. he is such a little Shape

[twinkletfout]

It's only normal to feel like this, Gojo is your boyfriend after all but he has been acting real weird recently, not giving you the attention you wanted. Because its only normal for him to be always touchy and showering you with kisses, and the way he fucks you real good, every night. But he has been.. neglecting you, what is his intention?

Another day passed, still nothing, he would give you a normal peck on your lips before leaving for work not like how he used to bend you over the kitchen counter and gets a quickie before he leaves. God, this was eating you alive, you didn't want to admit it, not to him. But he is so, so tempting.

Like any other normal day, he was about to leave as he leaned in for a goodbye kiss, but you hoped if it would be something more than a good bye kiss. He gave a small peck as he pulled back saying, "bye, baby, Ill see—" before he could finish you grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him so hard as you smashed your lips back into his lips. Pushing him on the counter as you desperately fumbled on the buttons of his shirt. You swore you could feel him smirking as he kissed back.

You both pulled away panting, a hint of anger evident on your face as you glared at his face, as he stuck his tongue out playfully. "That was so not like you" a mocking smile on his face as he looked at you with drunken eyes, clearly enjoying this. "You wanted this, didn't you?" You said as you pressed your body against his, one of your hands on the counter. You squeezed the obvious bulge growing on his pants as he let out a painful groan. "Ugh— shit" his breath hitched as he felt your touch, as you squeezed hard "dont— nnghmmn" he whimpered, his brows frowning as his hips bucked forward as you felt the growing wetness spreading under your touch. You looked up to meet his gaze. You never in your life imagined a man could make a face like the one in front of you right now. Face flushed, sweat dripping down his temple, tongue slightly darting out, brows knitted together. Your thighs instinctively clenched at the sight.

'God, did this guy seriously come inside his pants just from your touch?!'

[smallidarityfan]

bro let the thoughts win

[agoddamnrayofsunshine]

Aftg being set in university is objectively hilarious can you IMAGINE being in a group project with Andrew fucking Minyard

[xxgwenstacyxx]

y'all...

[eveningrainstorm]

take responsibility.

[sigh-tofm]

if you wear glasses …

… price

- makes sure you always feel beautiful, especially if you’re just starting out or feel insecure with them on. kisses the bridge of your nose and your forehead. wears his own reading glasses when he’s working on reports or just puttering around the house. sits with you on the veranda, hand in hand, reading quietly while the sun sets. both of you wearing your glasses.

… kyle

- forgets you wear them and sometimes kisses you so fervently that your combined breath fog them up. you giggle as he picks them off your nose and neatly deposits them on a free surface. you continue kissing him and to make it fair, kyle turns off the lights so he too needs to rely mostly on touch the rest of the evening. turns out touch is all either of you need.

… johnny

- has broken them on more than one occasion. he’s cracked the glass and bent the frame, and it has happened both during playful wrestling matches and, uh, intimate wrestling matches. visiting the optician to pick out a new pair becomes a bi-annual afternoon date for you two. johnny always pays and isn’t even ashamed to admit out loud what he’s done while your cheeks heat and you look anywhere but at the optician.

… ghost

- always makes sure they’re clean. once you take them off to sleep, shower or just rub your eyes, he steals them away (sometimes right from your fingers or even nose if you’ve managed to get something on the glass while cooking). first uses an alcohol wipe and then dries them off with a soft linen cloth bought especially for that purpose. does not let you clean them yourself. likes to make your life easier when he can.

[sttoru]

“c’mon, megumi. tell me what’s botherin’ ya.” satoru pouts at megumi, his arm thrown around the boy’s shoulders. you watch the scene unfold with a tense smile.

megumi was exhausted from school, training and so much more. the teenager’s patience was wearing thin. especially with satoru almost pressuring him into telling you both what’s weighing on his mind. when all he wants is to be left alone at the moment.

the tone satoru’s using to talk to megumi only pisses the high schooler off more and more. it’s fatherly. like he’s still the little child satoru took in and cared for. it pissed megumi off, along with everything else;

“you’re not my dad, so stop fucking acting like you are!”

you freeze. satoru freezes. megumi freezes. time freezes. the silence was deafening. no one was moving. your eyes flicker over to satoru’s and your heart shatters in a million pieces.

satoru’s hurt. so hurt. it’s visible and he’s not hiding it — not hiding it like he usually would behind a wide grin. his blindfold and glasses aren’t there to hide the way his face falls either.

“i know.” satoru whispers. his voice lost its cheery tone, his eyes have lost their spark. the sorcerer slowly distances himself from megumi. a bitter chuckle leaves his lips. a futile attempt to hide his shaky voice, “i know.”

all you could do is stand there in shock. megumi doesn’t know what to do after his little outburst either. and satoru. . . well, satoru is the first one out of the room. you hear his breath hitch as he walks past you. you see his eyes twitch. the strongest, in tears.