#because they are currently working on a summer exam

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

I'm curious, if you're currently a student, are you back in school now?

[immamapletreekid]

work anxiety starting before work itself hahahahaahahahahahahhhaha

[starminzoo]

Ateez

╰┈➤ when they see you in summer dress (hyung line)

warning: slightly suggestive, no smut tho, slight mention of foods

* ˚ ✦ Hongjoong

the promotions for their new album was finally put to a stop, giving the members relief of some days to enjoy themselves after all the energy and time they have poured out. and this was the perfect opportunity for a vacation with your loved one, you and hongjoong arrived 2 days ago in Maldives for a peaceful vacation, today was a very sunny day but not too hot just perfect for stroll in the city in the afternoon as you got ready in your room while joong was near the small pool you had in your resort his legs dipped in the cool water his face adorning a pair of sunglasses along with a pair of white shorts and a white t-shirt. he looked ethereal.

you checked the time and went outside by the pool to leave for your planned activity. you tapped on his back to announce your presence. just as he laid his eyes on you his eyes widened with delight as he takes in the sight of you looking radiant in a summer dress. He couldn't help but smile, feeling his heart skip a beat. "damn darling you challenging the sun now" he smiled at you as you blushed at his words "i will buy you more of these dresses so you can keep blessing me with such a view" you pecked his lips in response "only if you promise to rip it of my body later" he smirked at you in agreement as he pulled your into him by grabbing your ass "oh baby I promise to do worse then that" he snapped back as slammed his lips into your neck kissing and nibbling on it slightly hands roaming all over you body to feel you, take you in.

* ˚ ✦ Seonghwa

finals week was finally over and you couldn't wait to sleep and just laze around in your apartment watching Netflix but your boyfriend had other plans. just after the final exam day he had messaged you for a date at the new cafe just two blocks away from your apartment building. you were beaming with happiness to finally meet him as the exams kept you both busy and at the bay of your sanities. you checked yourself in the mirror for the last time your pink summer dress flowing around you as you twirled in it giggling at yourself (self love first bestie). as you opened the door of the said cafe there he sat eyes roaming around to take in the beautiful interior of the cafe.

When you elegantly walked in the cafe hwa couldn't move his eyes from your figure. The sunlight catches your hair, and the flowy dress accentuates your graceful movements. As you approached him, a soft smile spreads across his face, and he rises from his seat, his long legs unfolding like a gentleman from a bygone era. He takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with you, and pulls you close, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. "My goodness, you're a ray of sunshine," he whispers, his voice low and husky, his breath caressing your ear. "This dress was made for you, and you alone. You're a work of art, my love." he guided you both to the table he was previously sitting on you expected to sit in front of him but he surprised you by guiding you to the seat next to the seat he was occupying. Seonghwa couldn't help but steal glances at you, his eyes shining with adoration, his heart beating faster with every passing moment. "do you got any plans for tonight love" a soft 'no' leaving your mouth as you were too busy with the blueberry muffins "good because I got plans for us ahead" he whispered near your ears sending shivers down your spine as his hand rested a bit to close to your clothed core but as you started at him in shock but he just ignored your stare pretending to be more focused on his beverage.

* ˚ ✦ Yunho

finally the day has arrived and you couldn't wait to have some fun time with your besties. you guys have been forming a plan for a lunch together for a long time but it was always postponed as everyone is as busy with their lives but finally the time has arrived for the postponed planned to be accomplished. currently it was 1:00 am and were just putting some touches to your appearance while glancing outside your room to your boyfriend as he was sprawled out on on the couch of your shared apartment playing games on the playstation you had already informed him about your lunch out so just needed to remind him so didn't got worried. you grabbed your purse and other necessary things and headed towards the couch to announce your departure to your "babe I will be going now ok love ya" you kissed his forehead and pat his hair just as you were about to leave he grabbed you by your thigh and twirled you backwards.

you were stunned by the sudden action but as your eyes landed on his face which had light blush on the cheeks and jaw hanging open "gorgeous what are you wearing" you confusingly replied "uh... a dress I guess" his hand was still on your thigh "what i know that what wow you look breath taking baby" he replied eyes roaming on your figure. he looked fucking hot checking you out "do a twirl for me" and that you did a bit confused and astonished, but as you again looked him in eye there was a glint of mischief "i can see your panties gorgeous" you gasped "what no the dress isn't even sh-" "baby blue with lace around them right gorgeous, my favorite" he claimed as he pulled you in his lap, he chuckled seeing your tomato red face "ok I am going to change and then head out" "no gorgeous don't, stay with me and if you want I can take the dress of" he whispered while kissing your jaw. well the outing plan was postponed more for awhile.

* ˚ ✦ Yeosang

you and yeosang had been talking about having a picnic for awhile but you both waited till he got some days off for awhile from his office. just as he announced about the short break he was taking you guys were planning about the picnic you were going to have the next day. as the picnic day arrived all the essentials were ready and in the car and you both were just ready to head out, as you came out the walk-in-closet and checked yourself in the mirror for the last time but didn't notice someone checking you out too "pretty you look so gorgeous in this dress, I don't know what more shinny you or the sun" you blushed at his comment " you look gorgeous too babe" you complimented him back with a light peck to his lips which turned into a passionate kiss soon but you if you wanted to have the picnic you had too leave now. you pulled away slightly lips still hovering his " we need to go sangie" much to his dismay.

you both headed out and left for your destination which was about 15 minutes away from your house it was a gorgeous park filled with tall green trees, huge land of fresh grass, a beautiful lake with white as pearl swans. you laid out the picnic mat and placed a basket filled with food and cold beverages. you both talked, laughed, ate, clicked a few pictures and enjoyed the view together. you didn't realized how fast the time passed and now it was time to departure. but there was something odd about yeosang's behavior he seemed hurried well as soon as you guys reached home you were pinned against the door yeosang kissing your neck away littering it with small love bites here and there "fuck I wanted to be inside you so bad baby, fuck you need to wear these dresses more pretty". well you sure were gonna wear more if you can achieve such a reaction from him.

heyy hope you enjoyed it let me please know your thoughts as it's my first time writing and english is not my first language so for any mistakes I am sorry

[mygnolia]

[TEASER! ] it's cupid, stupid! | lhs

synopsis -› To hell with Lee Heeseung, you couldn't find someone you hated more than the boy who's by your side no matter what. You figured that maybe the summer before university would be the best way to finally let go of him, and to leave the hate you have in your childhood- but no. What do you mean you have to spend ALL summer with him?

pair -› golden boy!heeseung x fem-pres!reader

release date -› IT'S HERE!!!

genre -› fluff, mutual pining, hurt/angst, slow burn i fear, bakery au, summer au, post highschool au

trope -› (slightly one sided) enemies to lovers

wc -› currently 6.7k! probably will be 10-15k

cw -› food mentions, a self indulgent characterization of my grandmother but she’s also everyone else’s in this fic, cursing, oh the miscommunication trope...sorry not sorry.  

a/n -› even though i tried keeping food descriptions vague, i used the experience i had with my own grandma and her cooking to influence the way y/n grandmother cooks and the way it’s described so it might not be accurate for everyone! i understand not all cultures include baked goods with starches (since I mention a lot of flouring surfaces) so pls be kind to me :( ALSO!! i haven't written in MONTHS don't hate the writing pls we are all just in this fanfic hell tgt

© all rights are reserved to mygnolia 2024. republished, translated, and/or heavily referenced work will be reported and removed immediately.

Lee Heeseung might only have eleven characters to his name, but they spelt trouble in forty different ways. 

It starts with the same old Lee Heeseung spilling his applesauce on you in the first grade, with his cup of mushy lukewarm grossness splattered across your new pants with glittery stars on them. You shriek when it happens, frantically wiping off the mess and yelling at his Lightning McQueen lunchbox with all of the bottled up rage a seven year old can have. His eyes are wide, but all his friends laugh and say girls are so angry all the time, so he stops himself from apologizing. Which, you think his friends were being a little rude to all girls alike, but what mattered was that Lee Heeseung never ended up saying sorry. 

But that’s just one way of saying it. He hit you in the face with a ball, ran into you when your knee was scraped and you almost were bursting into tears, and tripped you in the lunch line. 

Did the universe hate you, or did he? 

You figured it was the latter.

Heeseung’s been stuck to you your entire life with some extra strong adhesive that you can’t seem to get off. You wish you could get some of the same glue that stuck you two to the hip and attach his tongue to the nearest streetlight, but things almost never worked in your favor. If you could catch him, just once, like one of the dumb boys who lick frozen poles in winter, you’d be satisfied. 

The blackmail would trump any sort of Heeseung related adversity your elementary grade self had to deal with. 

Unfortunately, the years have rendered you no protection against him, and in the small victories you find yourself in, you also see Heeseung right next to you. The exam you aced was topped by Heeseung with a 98%, just a bit higher than your 96%, and it couldn’t even feel good to talk about it because you knew all your friends talked about was how he did better. 

There was no accomplishment anymore when Heeseung was around. 

Heeseung was perfect in everyone’s eyes, a golden boy in their praises and a role model for their parents. If people didn’t want to be with Lee Heeseung, people wanted to be Lee Heeseung. That? That was something you hated. How could people want to be someone who you couldn’t stand?

“Have you seen the scissors?” Heeseung asks out of nowhere, startling you from the doorway.

Reaching for the ones you used to cut the parchment paper with, you hand the pair to him and with a mumbled ‘thank you’ he leaves.

In an odd way, you’re stunned by the silence that follows. A “you suck, _____!” would be more in character for villainous Lee Heeseung than whatever just happened. But you’re way too occupied with the bakery, and go back to cutting squares in the matcha cake.

It’s the same for the next hour until the rush ends and you get a bit more time to yourselves between orders. Heeseung agrees to wash the dishes and you clean the tables to the sound of your playlist from the speakers.

“You have good music taste.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth when he emerges. He wipes his hand on a white towel and you stare at him, utterly puzzled. Where’s the malice? Where’s his snarky comments?

“I’m waiting for you to tell me it’s not as good as yours, or something along those lines.” You deadpan.

Heeseung rolls his eyes. “I’m not that mean, I can give a compliment or two when I feel like it.”

“Oh, poor Lee Heeseung only has so much room in his heart to compliment people. How thankful should I be that you spend your daily supply of niceness on me?” You quip, cleaning off the tables. Your chest feels light and you don’t feel as angry as you did this morning.

Blame it on the lack of sleep.

“I think you should be bowing down to me and only talking when I tell you to.” He jokes, and when you glance up, there’s a semblance of a smile on his face. “Anyways, when are you leaving?”

“Whenever you leave.” You tell him, shrugging.

“Well, I stopped my your grandma’s house earlier.” Ah, so that’s where he went. “She said she didn’t want you to stay too late but she also wanted me to take you home, and I think she’d throw a fit if you didn’t.”

“I’d die before getting into a car with you, Lee Heeseung.”

“If I had to get into a car with you, that’s how I’d personally die.” He responds lightly. You furrow your eyebrows and rack your brain for some sort of retort that hurts Heeseung’s pride, but nothing comes up.

“My driving skills are very good, I’ll have you know.”

He jabs, “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

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there is no taglist i'm lazy and i might not write for a while if u likey pls reblog or save into ur mental archive hehe ty- ren

[mill-3-rd]

TUTORING m afton

being forced to tutor the school's biggest bully, michael afton, was a pain in your ass. if anything, it was a waste of your time. michael would have to repeat the twelth grade if he didn't pass his final exam and you were his last hope.

warnings — degradation, praise, reader is implied to have a big bum, breeding, panty stealing, facefucking + blowjobs, talking you through it, masturbation, fingering, breathplay, hair pulling, spanking, teasing, crying, virginity loss, speedbump pos, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm control if you squint, scumbag michael

wc — 3,439

© MILL3RD 2023 — all rights reserved. mature content. please do not steal my works.

michael wasn't exactly nice to be around, he was dirty and had the mannerisms of a pig. for one, he walked his shoes through your house as if it were his own and kept them on as he got comfortable in your bed.

you'd spend atleast ten minutes picking up your fallen cushions and plushies that michael had kicked off in his process of achieving luxury before you could start the tutoring session.

he was so frustrating. you would be fine with him failing because he didn't try. michael picked on you inside your own home: he pulled your hair when he felt like it, he pinched and prodded at you when he was bored, he raided your fridge around your mother. the summer heat did not mix well with michael's antics.

for an eighteen year old, he acted like he was nine.

you were so close to going into a heart attack from the stress michael was currently giving you. you sat on your knees infront of michael while he was laying back on your headboard. as you were explaining, michael was making a catapult out of his pen and an elastic band. he misplaced it and the band flung onto the pencil pot beside you, making it fall onto your floorboards. you cringed at the contact and sighed.

giving michael a glare, you got off your bed and dropped down onto your knees to pick up the fallen pencils. unfortunately, some went a bit further which made you reach forward onto all fours.

to michael's perverted pleasure, you wore an old, tight pair of striped sports shorts so when you bent over in front of him, he got to witness your ass basically fall out of the straining fabric.

he chuckled, readjusting his position, "d'you wear those for me?"

you sat on your heels and turned around, "what?"

infront of you was a clearly turned on boy. his cheeks were slightly red, which you would assume it was the heat if you didn't know any better, his eyes were hooded, and his arm had tried to subtly cover his hard on.

your eyes widened before you quickly finished picking up the stationary, "no.." you felt so embarrassed. this time, you put the pot on your nightstand and got back onto the bed, crossing your legs.

"can we just wrap up this session for today?" you huffed, eyes watering due to the mortification, exhaustion, and frustration. michael pouted mockingly, "aw but we still have half an hour left.."

"then that can go into next session's time—you seem stressed," michael interrupted you as he moved towards you. he knelt infront of you and leaned in. his lips were hovering just above yours, "you wanna know what helps with stress?"

michael's hands went to your thighs, slipping his hands underneath them. you let out a breath, too flustered to say anything. his lips dodged your own and drifted across your cheek until he got to your ear, "sex."

using the leverage he had over you, michael dragged your bottom half towards him and made your top half fall backwards onto your bed. you squealed as your clothes lift up with the drag of your duvet and michael climbed on top of you.

"wanna try it out?" michael's voice was just above a whisper, his face just centimetres away from yours. your lips quivered, you'd never been so nervous in your life but you couldn't deny the heat pooling between your thighs. unconsciously, your thighs rubbed together which michael caught onto, "see, you need it baby.."

he leaned down and nipped at the column of your throat, making you inhale shakily and squeeze your eyes shut. it took maybe two more hickeys to get sucked onto you for your eyes to snap open and for you to push michael away. his expression was neutral while yours expressed worry.

"i can't- you.." you uncontrollably stutter, your eyes watering again, "michael, you're horrible to me! you can't expect me to just have sex with you because you're too immature to control your boner.."

he laughed at the use of boner, but its not what it looked like to you, "this isn't funny!" michael calmed down and apologised. it surprised you when the word sorry came out as he wiped his eye.

"c'mon, it'll be a one time thing," he said it so casually it concerned you, just how many girls had he done this with? he leaned in again and you began to panic, "michael, my door is open, my mom will hear! i'm also a virgin.." you mumbled the last part, looking away in embarrassment.

"the door is barely open and i'll be gentle," michael reassured you, making you relax into the matress. maybe if you weren't so turned on at the moment, you would've said no but instead you muttered a shy okay which made michael grin at you and continue his blemishing on your neck.

he sucked on a particular spot on your throat that made a moan come out of you. silently, michael acknowledged this and continued to suckle on it. your hands went to his hair, tugging at his locks and twisting them between your fingers. you let out continuous whines as you tilted your head to the side to try and muffle your noises with you duvet.

michael took notice of this and grabbed your jaw, guiding it back up, "wanna hear you.." your worries of your mom hearing were momentarily forgotten due to michael's words. he continued sucking until there was a dark purple mark the size of a bottle cap. he chuckled, knowing how hard it would be to cover that up.

then, michael leaned back and got comfortable in your pillows once again. he gestured for you to come closer, telling you to kneel infront of him. you did just that and watched wordlessly as michael's hands pushed you up by the underside of your ass. he lifted you so you were relying on your shins to stay up. there was eye contact between you two as michael took your shirt off before your shorts to reveal an innocent pair of light pink underwear with a frilly bow on the front.

"cute.." he mumbled, now focusing on the material covering your private parts. michael hooked his finger on the band before letting it snap back on your skin. you gasped as michael's thumb went back under and soothed the sting.

"you ever given a blowjob before?" you shook your head, "never done anything like this apart from touch myself.." you admitted bashfully and michael awed before taking off his shirt, "i'll teach you how."

"move backwards," he ordered and watched you shuffle away from him. michael nodded and smiled, "good, now lean down and arch your back."

your chest made contact with your hands and your head made contact with michael's left thigh. looking up at him, you saw his eyes focused on your perched ass. the fatness of it spilled over the hem of your underwear and he could see the back of it in the mirror that was—thankfully—behind you.

"what's next..?" you looked up at michael, expectantly and he cleared his throat, "i'll take it out for you.." all you could do was watch with wonder as michael pulled his cock out from the confinements of his shorts and briefs.

"okay, now just grab the base," michael's cock wasn't massive or anything, but he was definitely above average. he was maybe six inches and had girth about the size of your wrist. doing as instructed, you wrapped your fingers around the base and waited for the next task.

"suck on the tip," the way he demanded was so vulgar but it did turn you on. you swallowed before hesitantly wrapping your lips around the tip. it had small beads of precum coming out which you tasted instantly: it was salty and bitter but atleast it didn't taste like he didn't care for himself so that was a plus.

just the tip itself felt heavy on your tongue as you suckled. michael sucked in a breath and shivered, "okay, now take a bit more in and stroke what you can't get."

talk about easier said than done. maybe it wasn't that hard, but you'd never done this before. you pulled off him and offered a sheepish smile, "can you repeat that?"

"should i show you instead?" michael asked and you nodded, "please." he guided his hand to the back of your head, "slap my thigh if it's too much, kay?"

michael guided you back onto his cock and began to push your head down. you felt a few veins slide against your tongue and cheeks which oddly aroused you. when the tip entered your throat, you gagged and slapped michael's thigh.

"go about that far and then stroke what you can't."

you did just that, stroking the base until about half way whereas your mouth got maybe a third way down. michael groaned and huffed as you went and when you added your spare hand into the mix, he was just about done.

"touch yourself f'me.." michael asked, exhaling with a shudder, "loosen yourself up."

you took your right hand away, sliding it down until you reached your clit. you began to rub, your fingers slipping around easily due to your arousal. you moaned around michael's dick, glad they were muffled so nobody but you and michael could hear. your arm went further, allowing your fingers to penetrate yourself. your eyes squeezed shut as you pumped yourself, your secretions already slipping down your fingers and allowing you to go faster and further with ease.

michael grabbed your head, pushing you further onto his dick. tears escaped your eyes as you gagged. his hand kept you at the base of his dick, your nose brushing against his pubes. then, he yanked your mouth off of him. you sputtered and coughed while your fingers still remained inside you.

"the nice guy act's done, y/n," michael smirked at you before sliding his dick back in your mouth. you gagged repeatedly as you were pushed on and pulled off his dick. the noise was so loud, you were sure if your mom was at the bottom of the stairs that she would be able to hear the activity going on in the room.

you went back to rubbing your clit, finding it easier to achieve an orgasm that way. slick sounds came from the contact between your fingers and clit, joining the gagging and moaning in the room. you applied more pressure and rubbed a few more times before slipping your fingers into your cunt again and using your palm to stimulate your clit. you pumped and rubbed, shuffling uncontrollably to try get to the high you craved. then, with three hard thrusts from your fingers in sync with slaps from your palm, you came. you squealed around michael's dick, squeezing your thighs together and riding out your orgasm. you kept your fingers in to keep you open.

michael watched as your ass jiggled and sighed.

"fuck, y/n," michael tossed his head back and moaned. you kept bobbing your head and rolling your wrist. suddenly, michael tugged you off of him by your hair. you whined, spit and precum dripping in strings from your lips.

while panting, michael ordered you to move over. he shuffled to the side and let you take his spot. on your stomach.. he praised you as you crossed your arms to rest your head on as he got behind you, not caring that the remnants of your orgasm still remained on your fingers. michael's shadow cast over you when he reached over you to grab a pillow.

"lift your hips," you did just that, allowing him to slide it under your pelvis. michael's hand massaged your plush ass, his hand sinking into it. he straddled your thighs and lined himself up with your cunt.

"this is gonna hurt for a few minutes, kay?" michael warned before sliding the tip in. it probably would've hurt more if you didn't finger yourself just a second ago. it stung. a lot. but it was bareable. you whined, trying to keep your muscles loose to make it easier for both of you, "shit.."

you dug your forehead into your arms, wincing in discomfort as michael slowly inched himself deeper into you. both your breathing picked up as he pushed himself in until he was fully sheathed inside. you shuddered, feeling abnormally full and a heavyness in your stomach. you both remained in your positions until you were comfortable. michael massaged your hips, ass, and thighs until you gave him the okay to move.

"you can move now.." you sighed, getting used to the feeling of michael's cock inside you. carefully, he slid out of you until halfway before sliding back in. michael then slid all the way out. you gasped, missing the fullness. you heard him chuckle, "i know, i know.." he ignored the blood slowly beginning to seep out. it might've been his first time popping someone's cherry, but he wasn't stupid. it filled him with pride, if anything.

michael went at a medium pace, watching your ass jiggle at the slightest contact with his pelvis. you moaned, tightening your hold on your elbows. the sensation had turned from uncomfortable to pleasurable. it was like that until you were one hundred percent comfortable, which michael had you verbally confirm.

"pussy's so fuckin' tight," he groaned, spreading your ass and spitting onto your cunt. michael watched his spit gradually get pushed inside you as he thrusted. it made the squelching sound much more noticeable.

"fuck..! " you mewled at how good it made you feel that michael was speeding up, but your mom could be listening to all of this!

"michael, slow down, my mom.. ah! " your head was shoved into the mattress, your nose pushed upwards against it, "shut up and take it.."

his hand remained on the back of your head, allowing you to suffocate as he fucked you, "since you wanna be quiet so fucking bad, you're gonna be quiet..." michael's pace increased, pounding into you as you let out broken moan after another.

michael rutted into you, selfishly seeking his own pleasure. he groaned, raising his hand and bringing it down on your ass. hard. hard enough to leave a red knuckle mark in its wake. a gutteral moan escaped you, sinking into the mattress and hiding away your sweet sounds.

"you like that? such a dirty thing.." michael purred and slapped your other cheek with his palm, leaving a stinging sensation. your ass shook with every moment and it had michael mesmerised.

"i wonder what your mom would think of you walking around in those shorts? y'know, with my handprint clear as day because that thing covers nothing.." he was sassing you and it made a chuckle leave your lips which turned into a single pant. you were struggling to keep your eyes open with your air being limited by michael's hand and the mattress.

"m'gonna cum," you cried out into the bed, involuntarily pushing your ass back into michael's pelvis and searching for ecstasy. the air limitation was oddly arousing to you.

"no you're not," michael soothed, stroking your spine, "you can hold it."

"c-can't!" you shivered, reaching forward to grab at anything and finding purchase in a raggedy ann doll. you heard michael awe behind you, "how cute.." he then leaned over your back and trailed kisses down it, only to start back at your shoulder once he hit the small of it and trail bites and hickeys down you.

your pussy clamped down on michael's cock as your body jutted and convulsed. he didn't stop you, only warning you, "if you wanna cum, you can do it all you like.."

you let out a strangled, choked moan as black spots dotted your vision and your orgasm washed over you. michael thrusted harder into you while you fought the urge to pass out. it was all too much: the overstimulation of michael jackhammered into you with fluent, well-trained hips and the last bits of air in your lungs barely surviving with your restless pants.

white cream coated michael's cock, creating a ring at the base of it. your walls were pulsating erratically, greedy for his seed. your brain wanted to stop, but your cunt was loving every second.

michael stared at your braindead form with an animalistic grin in his eyes, "i'm gonna cum, sweet thing. want you to cum again."

all you could do was moan and shake your head, trying to tell him that you couldn't do it again. plunging into you a few more times, michael took his hand off of your head and used both of them to spread your ass again as he came inside you. you let out a weak whine as you felt just as full as before with michael's thick load inside of you. he grunted as he finished riding his high, but he didn't stop.

"gonna fill you up again," he sighed almost dreamily as he listened to your mixed secretions sloshing inside of your womb and leaking down the side of his cock and into your bed.

suddenly, your head was yanked back by your hair. michael had wrapped your hair around his wrist like a leash and pulled. broken breaths came out of you with every harsh rock of michael's hips. your moans were uncontrollably, whimpers and whines escaping you non stop.

your bedroom door no longer concerned you. the skin slapping put you in a trance. your hand planted itself unsurely on your doll for balance.

"michael—awh!" you wanted to cry. his dick was too fucking good. michael cooed in your ear, "s'okay baby, just one more and i'll be out of your hair.." loud moans escaped your open mouth, the dryness being replaced by drool that was now beginning to trickle from the corner of your lips and fown your chin.

"fuck, its so good.." you winced in pleasure, "gonna cum againn!" you squeaked, squeezing your thighs together and getting friction on your clit. "awh! awh! awh! "

"me too.." michael admitted, "let's cum together, yeah?" you nodded, letting out a mhm! you didn't think michael's hips could go any faster, but you were sure there would be bruises all over your ass later into the day. his hand slapped your right ass cheek repeatedly in the same spot, making you yelp and jolt as your orgasm came around again. you gasped and panted, your raspy voice struggling with the intensity of the sex. michael joined you not too much later, filling you once again.

"just a few more f'me, please? i love watching you cum.."

michael made you cum a total of six times and definitely overstayed his welcome by a whole hour. but even now, he was trying to bring you to a seventh by guiding both your fingers inside you to fuck his cum back into your spent cunt.

you were on your back, panting uncontrollably and teetering on the edge of a blackout. both of your fingers were covered in your combined semen. it squelched inside your pussy as michael pushed his and your fingers inside of you. he knelt behind you, your fingers under his.

"can't do it againnn.." you whined, tears spilling down your cheeks and your thighs quivering. your hips would be hovering up and down if it wasn't for michael's free hand pinning you down. the mirror gave both of you a perfect view of the two of your digits deep inside your cunt.

"yes you can, i've seen you," michael bit down on your shoulder which made your head tilt back. you were so close already. just one more pump of your joined fingers and..

you passed out, going limp in michael's arms. your breathing was quick, only the white of your eyes visible as the iris and pupil made a home in the back of your head.

"poor baby.." michael tutted with a hint of a smile. he took your fingers out and got off the bed. he redressed himself, staring at your sleepy form and dragged your duvet over you.

he picked up your discarded underwear, pocketing the pair and leaving you to deal with his cum when you woke up.

[jeankluv]

Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 21

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summary:While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths. Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

warning this chapter: injuries, hospital, abusive behavior

tags:modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

notes: hi, I’m even embarrassed of posting after so long but I’m sooooo busy and I don’t find time to write. Also I said Birdie was going to last till chapter 30 but tbh I think it will reach at least chapter 25, we are in the final part of the story for Satoru and Birdie. The final part of this chapter and the next one are going to be somehow the breaking point for the story. I don’t want to extend the story bc it would feel repetitive and I don’t want to add drama to this story bc it was never my intention with this one, this one was more like a college romcom.

jujutsu Kaisen materialist | ao3

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“So are you sure you won’t be able to go?” Kyoko asked you.

“Yeah…” You said leaving the books on the table. “Haibara’s sister can’t go, she is getting ready for her college exams and Haibara has the match.” You shrugged. “I told Satoru and even though he is a bit sad, he says that once the summer breaks begins he will make sure to spend time together.”

“Is he taking you somewhere?” Kyoko smiled. 

“He doesn’t want to tell me, but I think he is planning something with Suguru…” You looked at her, closing your eyes a little bit. “So tell me… what do you know?”

“I don’t know much, but I saw on Suguru’s phone something about Okinawa.” She smiled. “Have you been to Okinawa?”

“No, but it’s beautiful, right?” 

“So beautiful.” She smiled. “Ah! If they are taking us there I might actually pass away, this would be our first trip together as couples.” 

“And also for the two of us together.” You pointed out. 

“It’s true! I’m so excited!” She said with a big smile. “I’m so happy for us.” She said in a nostalgic tone. “I’m so happy to see you opening more, and to see this romantic side of you.” She said. 

You rolled your eyes. “You are just exaggerating things.” 

“Not at all.” She smiled. “And I will see it right now, look who is coming.” 

Your head turned and you saw Satoru coming to where you two were.

“There is…” Kyoko said. “That light that you get when you see him.”

“Kyoko shhh…” You said embarrassed.

Satoru then sat next to you, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, making you flushed.

“So cute.” Kyoko said with a mocking tone.

“Enough!” You said back.

“But she is right, you are so cute.” Satoru said. “Suguru is not…”

“I know, he is busy. But it’s okay because I’m enjoying seeing my best friend all embarrassed.”

You rolled your eyes as you shook your head. “And why are we still best friends?”

“Whatever…now Satoru why don’t you tell us about Okinawa?” Kyoko narrowed her eyes as she looked closely to Satoru.

“What about Okinawa?!” His voice came out a bit pitchy, it was clear he knew.

“Yeah…” This time you spoke. “Tell us.”

“I don’t know what you two are talking about!” He stood up. “Let’s go, you need to work.” He said leaving both our you there laughing.

“We will have to look out for bikinis.” Kyoko joked.

“I will see you at home.” You waved at her goodbye as you started to walk towards Satoru.

As usual the ride to your work was filled with laughter and new conversations between the both of you, sometimes you wished those rides could last longer because you wanted to know more about Satoru, hear him laugh all the time. Just simply spend time with him. 

Maybe Kyoko was right, maybe you were losing it due to how in love you were.

“Thank you for taking me to work.” You said taking your bag.

“You are my girlfriend, it’s what I should do.” He said.

“Yeah, but there is no need ‘Toru…” You responded.

“Whatever, I know tomorrow you won’t be there.” He looked to the back seats, searching for something. “And it makes me sad, because I wanted to see you with this and I wanted everyone to see you wearing it, but here you have it.” He gave you a bag.

“What is this?” You said with a small smile on your lips and looking at him. “Oh! Satoru!” 

“It has my name on it.” He smiled proudly.

“But I won’t be there.” You said, with a sad smile and touching his name on the shirt.

“It doesn’t matter, I want you to have it.” He said. “You can always wear it while you are working. That way everyone knows who is your favorite player.”

You smiled, ready to tease him. “Then, you got the wrong name.” 

“Huh?” 

“It should say Nanami here.” You tried not to burst into laughter as you watched his expression.

“Oh birdie, don’t tease me or else, you will be late for work.” He grabbed your chin and looked at you with desire.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I will make sure to wear it.” 

“Okay.” He then kissed your lips. “I will see you.” You hummed in response. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” You said leaving the car and waving at him goodbye. 

You watched as Satoru disappeared in his car down that street. Tomorrow was a big day for him and the entire team. You couldn't be there to support him physically, but you hoped that wearing his shirt during the game while you worked would serve as a lucky charm.

Satoru Gojo POV

Satoru moved his arms as he warmed up. There were about 15 minutes left before the match started. Normally he didn't get nervous, but at that moment Satoru felt something strange. Something that had been bothering him since that morning.

His phone vibrated on his pocket, making him drop his arms to the side and taking the phone out.

A smile appeared on Satoru’s face as soon as he read the notification that popped out on his screen.

It was just two words and one emoji, but it was enough to make him happy and for that strange sensation to disappear from his check. 

“Good luck 🫶”

He stayed staring at that screen for quite some time, finally your classes were ending next week. The project he fight so much to get paired with you, was due on Wednesday and after that you were both free from your classes until the next course, the last one. 

You still needed to work during the summer, but Satoru had everything planned, he was going to make sure that was the best summer for both of you. 

With his blue eyes still locked on the screen he started typing: I wish you were here—

“How cute, the captain all flustered by someone.” Satoru stopped typing as soon as he heard that voice.

“Sukuna…” He said looking at his ex colleague standing in the door. “This is not your team’s room, leave.”

“Why? Can’t I say hi to my dear captain?” He said with a smirk. “I heard you got a girlfriend and that she is not coming today.” 

“That’s none of your business.” Satoru turned around, breaking the eye contact with Sukuna. 

“I hope that’s not a distraction for you.” He kept on talking. “I won’t hold myself up.”

“Sukuna leave…” Satoru said between his teeth. “Or you want what happened last year to happen again?”

“Don’t play silly Gojo.” Sukuna walked towards Satoru. “And don’t threaten me, I won’t be nice today.”

“Ryomen, what are you doing here?” Yaga appeared on the door.

“Oh coach!” Sukuna acted surprised. “Just wishing Gojo good luck for today’s match.” He smiled, as if he was innocent. “Anyways, I will leave you alone, see you in a few minutes Gojo.” 

With that Sukuna disappeared from the room, leaving Satoru and Yaga alone. “Gojo…”

“Nothing, you know Sukuna, he only came here to bother me.” Satoru said. “He is still mad about what happened last year.”

“You know it was not your fault Sukuna was kicked out right?” Yaga said, approaching him.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, now there is a match to win. It’s the end of the season, remember coach?” He smiled passing by Yaga’s side. 

Before Satoru knew it, the clock had started ticking and the sound of shoes, hair and the screams of the fans filled his ears.

Satoru moved fluidly around the court, leading his teammates and setting up plays with precision. His blue eyes always following the ball. The pace of the game was intense, each possession feeling like a battle as the score went up point by point. 

But Sukuna was relentless. Every time Satoru touched the ball, Sukuna was there, pressing hard on defense, Satoru had noticed how his eyes sparkled with mischief and some darkness in them. But Satoru remained composed and continued with the game, keeping his cool even as Sukuna’s taunts echoed around him. 

“Are you sure you’re focused, captain?” Sukuna taunted as they collided mid-game, their shoulders colliding with a force that made the crowd gasp. “Or are you too distracted thinking about your kitty?” Sukuna laughed mockingly. 

Satoru didn’t answer, instead he headed for the basket, evading Sukuna and scoring a perfect shot. The crowd erupted into an uproar and his teammates cheered, clapping him on the back, but he could still feel Sukuna’s gaze on him. Satoru couldn’t hide his anger, his fists and jaw clenched, as he remembered how Sukuna had referred to you. 

During a timeout, Suguru pulled Satoru aside, his voice low but firm. “Don’t let it go to your head. This is just another game. Focus on your game plan, not Sukuna.”

Satoru nodded and took a deep breath. “I’m fine, Suguru…” But he wasn’t, he could feel the familiar spark of rivalry growing. A part of him knew that Sukuna was trying to distract him, but another part, one he couldn't ignore, was determined to show Sukuna that he couldn't be defeated. 

As the final quarter began, the game was very evenly matched. Both teams were racing with adrenaline from one side to the other, exhaustion taking over as each second passed.

But then everything shifted.

Satoru had the ball in his hand when he felt how Sukuna came running to him. Sukuna launched himself at him from the side, his shoulders slamming hard into Satoru’s ribs. 

The force of the blow was intense, unexpected, and he immediately felt blinding pain shoot through Satoru’s body. He staggered, his vision blurred, and within seconds he collapsed to the court, overcome with pain. His head hit the ground, and Satoru started to feel how everything around him began to darken and his name was being called in the distance.

Your POV

You look at the clock that was on the wall as you waited for the lady to give you the money. The match was probably over by know.

You were anxious to know the result and excited to see Satoru’s smiling face telling you they won. 

Your eyes were again on the old lady who was in front of you and who carefully was counting each penny she had on her hands to give you the payment. 

“Here you go.” The old woman said with a smile. 

You offered her a polite smile and gave her her bag with what she bought. “Thank you for coming.” 

The store was once again empty, it was just you and the sound of the machines that store the food as a distant sound. You pulled your phone out from your pocket, expecting excited messages from Satoru and from Kyoko. But you were met with a black screen, your old phone was dead, it ran out of battery without you noticing it. 

A sighed escaped from your lips as you went to the employee’s room and searched for the cable to charge your phone. 

Leaving aside the present you were going to give Satoru once he was there you carefully connected the phone and left it on the side when you heard the noise of the door opening.

Maybe it was him. He came?

You stepped outside the room, expecting to see the white hair of Satoru shining brightly under the lights of the store. But your smile quickly dropped when you saw Haibara and Nanami’s face.

Normally you would be excited but the look on their faces was telling you otherwise.

Before you could speak, Nanami spoke. “Something happened.” 

Something cold run through yourself as Nanami’s words sank on your chest. “What…?”

Haibara called out your name as he approached you. “You need to leave with Kento. I will stay here don’t worry.” 

Your mind was raising, confused and with thousand of questions popping. Nanami took your arm and without a word he guide you to his car. 

“Wait…” You said before entering. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“Hayashi didn’t send you a message?” Nanami asked.

“My phone died, it ran out of battery… doesn’t matter! Why did Kyoko send me a message? What is going on?” You exploded.

“It’s Gojo.” You knew you were losing your strength. “He had an accident during the match.” 

An accident? What?

“He is at the hospital right now…” He continued, but you could only hear him far away from you. Until he called you back. “Geto and Hayashi are there and our coach is also there. But Haibara and I came to pick you.”

“Is he… is he okay?” You trembled, scared of knowing the answer.

“I don’t know, he didn’t look good when they took him out of the match.” The air that was on your lugs once again disappeared as you listened to Nanami’s words.

“But how…? How did it happened?”

“It was a player from another team, he had problems in the past with Gojo and… he took it out today with Gojo.” Nanami explained. “He was unconscious when they took him, Geto asked as to come here for you and take you straight to the hospital.”

You nodded, shaking as every word started to process one by one in your mind. “Yeah… we should get going.”

The car ride was silent, your leg moved up and down as you felt how the suffocating knot that had formed in your stomach now settled in your body, practically leaving you without breathing. You had too many questions, but none of them came out of your lips, it was almost as if you didn't have enough strength to articulate a word.

The ride seemed endless, each second felt longer than the last. Every breath felt shallow and your mind was racing, like you were one of those Formula 1 cars, you were terrified to know its condition and completely angry towards the person who had done this to Satoru.

You felt Nanami’s eyes staring at you and then his voice echoed in the car. “We will be there soon… Captain Gojo is strong…” He whispered the last part as if he was a reminder for himself too.

You slightly nodded, still anxious and distressed. 

When you arrived you didn’t even wait for the car to stop before exiting and running towards the entrance of the emergency room. Nanami’s voice called your name but you didn’t pay attention to him, you searched for some familiar faces, you needed to know his state. See him.

The pulse in your heart went straight to your ears when you saw Kyoko and Suguru’s silhouette not far from where you were. You were afraid of getting closer and hearing what they knew. 

“Oh…” Kyoko gasped when she saw you. “You are here!” She hugged you. “I tried calling you but it said it was off.”

“My phone, it ran out of battery…” You whispered against her. “Kyoko, what…”

“He is stable now…” Suguru spoke this time, his voice was shaky. “They gave him painkillers for his rib and the contusion on the head was not serious. He will be okay.”

You nodded. “How did it happened?” You asked Suguru.

“It was an ex-team member… he… he got in a fight with Satoru last year and after that he got kicked out of the team.” Suguru explained. “And today…” 

“Is he crazy?” You said. “Hurting someone over a…”

“It’s okay…” Kyoko tried to calm you down.

“You can go in.” Suguru said. “I’m sure that he will be glad to see you once he wakes up.”

As you followed Suguru’s steps to the room where Satoru was, Kyoko never once let your hand go. Giving you the support you desperately need it. As you stood in front of the door, you opened with shaky hands and entered it. It was completely quiet and Satoru was in the hospital bed, sleep.

You felt the sensation in your stomach growing bigger as you got closer to the bed. Studying his face, you noticed how it was paler than usual, you felt a pang of sadness as you noticed that.

Satoru was always smiling, cheerful, radiant and now… he was there, in a hospital bed, unconscious. 

Your trembling fingers touched his white snowy hair. “Satoru…” You gently whispered, hoping for your nickname you used to hate so much to come out of his mouth.

But nothing happened, the only sound in the room was the monitors tracking his heart rate. You held his hand and sat next to him. 

Minutes started to pass as you kept on waiting for him to come back to you. You leaned forward, resting your head on the edge of his bed and closing your eyes to breathe in his familiar scent, calming your nerves. Despite the worry that was gnawing at you, the steady beat of his heart brought you a small comfort, a reminder that he was still there.

Last time you were in a hospital was when your grandma was about to pass away. You never liked hospitals, those white walls reminded you of back when you were little after the accident with your mother. Now you knew what happened and that dislike was only bigger. 

It was like you were always in a position where you had to see your loved ones suffering. Suguru said he was going to be okay, but despite that you were scared, scared of the possibility of losing him. 

You knew that your love was going fast but for some reason you felt like it was meant to be, that it was the type of love you would find in books, in films, in songs. 

“Satoru…” You whispered once again, squishing his hand. “Please come back, come back to me.” 

Your eyes began to grow heavy as the door softly opened, a man and a woman entering the room. Their expressions were neither warm nor eager, but reserved, almost cold. You swallowed hard as their gazes fell on you, you felt like they were analyzing you completely with those looks, they were almost telling you that you didn't deserve to be in that place. You didn't hesitate for a second to know who they were, they were Satoru's parents, but unlike Satoru, the gaze of those two people lacked warmth. Their gazes moved to stop at your hand that held Satoru's. 

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly and her lips pressed into a thin line as she watched you at her side. 

"Are you... Satoru's friend?" His mother finally asked, with a sharp tone that almost froze your blood. She barely waited for your nod before pressing her lips together even more. “I didn’t expect my son to have *guests*,” she continued, a subtle disdain in her voice. “Especially considering the kind of company he usually keeps.”

Her husband nodded slightly, giving you a subtle look. “I’m sure you’re… worried about him.” He said. “But this is a family matter. You’d better leave.”

The disdain was clear in his words, and the pain of it cut deep. Satoru’s parents clearly saw you as an outsider, someone who didn’t deserve to be here during such a crucial time. You hesitated, looking back at Satoru, unsure if you should let go of his hand. 

But the sight of him lying there, pale and vulnerable, hardened something inside you. Satoru had been there for you when you needed him most, you weren’t about to leave now, especially not when you knew of the abusive behaviors of those two people towards Satoru. 

With a calm breath, you looked up and met the icy gaze of his mother. “With all due respect, I’m not leaving. Satoru means a lot to me and I’ll be here when he wakes up.”

You held his hand a little tighter, feeling both protective and defiant. You would stay, no matter what they thought. Satoru was there because of someone else's cruelty, and you were determined to be there when he opened his eyes, to be the face that reminded him that he was loved, even if his own parents couldn't see the strength of the bond you shared.

His father laughed slightly, a laugh that could be straight from a villain. “Don’t tell me you are the real reason why our son is refusing to leave that stupid degree…”

You blinked slowly, as your mouth parted trying to talk. “What…?”

This time Satoru’s mother moved closer to you, with her arms crossed in her chest and her lips still in a thin line. “We told Satoru he should focus on the family business, think about what the family needs and he still refused and acted like a little kid. But apparently he prefers to throw that away for…” She took a lock of your hair and looked at you with those cold eyes, which although in color resembled Satoru's, everything else was completely unknown. “For someone like you.”

You felt how you were getting slapped across the face with those sharp words. “I’m sorry, but with all the respect. Satoru is his own person, who is capable of making his decisions and chooses what makes him happy. If you pay attention to him you would know he…”

Satoru’s father's laugh cut you off, leaving you muted as that laugh filled the room. “You are playing with fire, you know? Satoru has the potential to be one of the best lawyers and own the market within a few years, and position our family at the top. But you appeared and as stubborn he is now suddenly he is not listening to us. And look at him, here laying down in a hospital bed because he was probably too distracted thinking about you to pay attention to the game.”

The blood on your veins started to boil as those words hit you. “Satoru is doing what he wants, which makes him truly happy. He is not someone to bow for someone else's desires.”

“People could never understand what it means to be part of a family like ours.” This time his mother spoke. 

Your heart pounded with anger on your chest, you didn’t want to show them any weakness but it was becoming harder with each passing moment. 

“You came to the party with our son right?” His mother spoke once again. “It was not difficult for us to track you down…” Your eyes narrowed. “No family, works in a grocery store and you are on scholarship.”

“I have a family…”

“Dead…”

If you could describe what you were seeing at that moment it was red, just red. Your whole self was full of anger, your heart was racing on your chest, while you were trying to calm yourself down. 

This time Satoru’s time spoke. “You think he will thank you for this someday? For being the reason why he is wasting his potential.”

It was one after the other, one punch after another. You always felt you were a strong person, who didn’t let yourself bow down for anyone, but at that moment you were feeling like they threw you at the lions and there was nothing you could do. 

You strongly closed your eyes, trying to stop any tear that was trying to come out.

“Leave…” A voice sounded in the room and you felt how your heart started to warm again, as if was coming back to life.

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[viiper1]

Armin Arlert relationship headcanons

(Please excuse my English it is not my first language)

• Loves to hold your hands.

• Any chance he gets he will try to hold your hands.

• One time when it was summer you told him you didn’t want to hold his hand because you would sweat and he looked so heartbroken, it was like you told him you killed his pet.

• Often time he’ll just play with your hand, he’ll take your palm and draw invisible shapes on it with his finger or just stroke your palm with his thumbs or fingers.

• He lets you draw on his arms and hands when you’re bored.

• His top three love languages are physical touch, acts of service and words of affirmation.

• Loves to lend a helping hand.

• He loves to do stuff for you. In the mornings he’ll make you coffee/tee or breakfast. He’ll fill your gas tank for you or wash your car. He’ll often surprise you with your favorite snacks or buy you a small thoughtful gift.

• And of course he helps you study, he’ll make sure you study enough for upcoming exams and tests, we all already know that he’s a very good tutor and your grades really improved thanks to him.

• He loves it when you tell him how much you love him and when you compliment him.

• He can be quite clingy at times but that never really bothers you.

• Whenever he goes on a walk he will come back with a handpicked flower for you that he thought was really pretty.

• Loves to rant about the current book he’s reading.

• You two often like to read together. You lay on his arms as the both of you quietly read the book, you’re the one turning the pages because he’s much faster at reading than you are.

• One time when you two read at night you fell asleep on his arm, when he noticed he put the book away and then he went to asleep as well.

• When you spot a spider and tell him to get rid of it, he’ll try to bring it outside instead of killing it.

• Loves to Admire you and just look at you. His gaze often stares at you while you work or study or do anything really and he’ll look at you all in love. One time Jean and Connie caught him staring at you like that and teased him for it.

LIKE THIS

• Pictures. He looooves taking pictures of you. Often it’s off guard pictures of you were you weren’t even aware that he was taking them but SOMEHOW he always takes the best pictures of you no matter if you were aware that he took one or not.

• His photo gallery is full of you.

• He has an extra folder called “my love” with every photo of you that he has in his gallery.

• You are his background picture on his phone.

• He has a Polaroid picture of you in his wallet.

• Sunset beach walks.

(While holding hands ofc)

• Aquarium dates.

Ty for reading <3

[ashs-nerd-den]

Studyblr prompt Week 1 - My Study space

I usually study either my desk or by bed, but nobody is seeing my bed on here, and I did up my desk at the start of the summer to make it ADHD friendly, which I have been dying to show off, so this is the perfect opportunity to do so.

The peg board is not only aesthetically pleasing, it is an ADHD saviour. The clear storage means that I can actually see stuff so that way I dont forget that they exist. The pretty notebooks add the aesthetic which draws me in to study and makes it seem more appealing to my brain.

The temporary dumping box is where I throw things when I don't have the energy to put them away because it prevents mess and when I do have the energy, I don't have to pick everything up around the room because they're all in 1 spot.

A lot of people put up pictures of their goals, like their dream university, or the exam results that they want. I put up pictures of my grandparents (that's what's behind the hearts). If I turn out even 1% as amazing as any of them, I will die happy, because they are the most incredible people ever. I'm considering shuffling things around a bit so I can put up a picture of one of my aunties because she is beyond amazing and she is currently doing her masters in psychology (the field I want to go into) while raising her kids and being a carer. I don't use Pinterest for inspiration, my family is more than inspirational enough for me. I could go on for hours about how extraordinary each of them are, but I'll save yous the time.

The water bottle hole was probably for a pen holder, but neither of my pen mugs fit and it gives me a designated place to put my drink so that I don't forget about it, which is good because last time I checked humans need water and not just lucozade and coffee.

There are even more highlighters in the drawer because they are one of my special interests and I love them (I have more in my school pencil case and a full pencil case of highlighters)

Everything is visible with no covering or lids because I will forget that they exist. Adhd object impermance is a BIG thing in my house, and when I say big, I mean it.

The tumb tacs and paper clips are once again part of a stationary special interest that I have had since I was around 8

The different shaped sticky strips and sticky speech bubbles are for annotating things in a way that gets my brain to actually want to look at it. You might be recognising a recurring theme here. If it isn't right infront of me and looks fun, my brain doesn't cooperate.

The day planner is because I want to try to work out a way to do bullet journaling that works for ADHD. Like the way that it was originally created for. But all of the resources are aimed at neurotypicals and nobody can find resources on how to us it for ADHD anymore, even though that was the whole purpose of them (this is not hate towards any neurotypicals that use them, this is hatred of the fact that so many of our resources get shared to neurotypicals and then we lose access to them)

This was longer and more rambly than intended, but I'm both mentally and physically exhausted so I'll probably edit this tomorrow because once it goes into the drafts, it never comes out.

[scholarlyshifter]

I finished studying for my exam today, so I am going to yap about my miraculous DR for a bit

Changes to canon I made:

Everyone is in 11th grade instead of 9th, so they are 16/17 instead of 14/15

French high schools don't have specialties so everyone will be at the same high school

The main 2 miraculous have a 3rd, the Phoenix, which symbolizes rebirth.

PEOPLE DON'T WEAR THE SAME OUTFIT EVERYDAY

It's real people, not a cartoon

teens use the same slang that I use

The Phoenix Miraculous:

The jewelry is a golden phoenix necklace (see center image above)

Kwami's name is Ember

Outfit, idk, it's generally phoenix themed with a skirt looking thing around the waist and my hair gets red, orange, and yellow streaks in it.

I receive it at the same time as Ladybug and Chat get theirs'

Symbolizes rebirth

The power is "Rekindle" which can repair a broken object to the state it would be most helpful in, so if it was broken originally it would be fixed to it's "like new" state or better; think fixing an old fridge but turning it to a smart fridge in the process.

In dire situations "Rekindle" can be used to bring an ally back to peak condition, so Ladybug would be able to do Lucky Charm again without detransforming, but using this can leave me exhausted and I might detransform faster than usual

I worked really hard on the wings so they get their own section:

20 feet/6 meter wingspan because that is what humans would need to fly

So they are massive, and closer to their base on my back they look more like embers, dark feathers with some streaks of red and orange

The upper edge is on the darker side, so still some embers and dark reds

They fade to a orange-yellow as they get closer to the ends of the feathers

Unlike Ladybug's yo-yo and Chat's staff the wings are actually attached to me so when I first transform I have to learn how to balance with them and control them separately

Flight is finicky at first but after a month or so of consistent practice I am able to fly myself easily and carry one of my partners if necessary

The transformation into my superhero form is more intense and painful than the others' because I am literally growing 2 new limbs, and on my back where the wings grow out can be sore once I detransform

other than flight, my wings can be used as a shield, either for my partners or civilians

Can also launch feathers as projectiles but using this a lot with time for feathers to grow back can leave it difficult to fly

Generally there is a much steeper learning curve for me to use my wings, or even walk without falling over, than is is for Ladybug's yo-yo and Chat's staff

The painful transformation symbolizes the struggle and renewal that the Phoenix symbolizes

Me!:

I'm an orphan, let's get that out of the way, don't want to deal with parents

Instead of being in an orphanage or something, I live and work at a fire station

Because I have school I normally work nights, 2 nights on, 2 nights off, typically

Work both EMS and Fire

People at the fire house treat me like a daughter, and are fine with taking my shifts if I look like I am about to pass out or I ask them to

I live at the firehouse and have my own little dorm, it is built to house 4-6 people, normally college students or the like, but currently, and until I leave (never) they are all empty but mine

So, overall, I have good housing and a decent stipend

idk how to describe my style, but it's very cool

maybe if dark academia had a baby with a biker

I wear a lot of skirts and like doing my make up because I don't really do either of those in this reality and I want to

My first shift will be the first day of school aka the day I get my miraculous

People my age are either scared or attracted to me, or both

I had a glow up over summer as I started working at the firehouse and became for confident so not many people recognize me on the first day even if we've been in the same class since elementary school

I will be absolutely eating up my wolf cut and later on I dye red streaks or maybe a Narcissa Malfoy type thing

Little bit of angst, but unlike Mari and Adrien who become more confident when they transform, at first I am the opposite because I haven't mastered my wings

That is it for now

This song doesn't have anything to do with this but I really like it so:

[cheriden]

「 オトナブルー otonablue 」 。。。

The realization that he’s been gaping at you for a while hits him hard, clearing his throat as he comments, “You look stupid.” You fake a punch midair at his oh-so-insightful critique, pouting. Soobin notes the pink sheen that coats your bottom lip, feeling his heart stutter on itself.

── synopsis 。Celebrating your entry to senior high school, you decide to change your style up a bit.

pairing 。choi soobin x f! reader

.ᐟ genre 。fluff

.ᐟ tags 。high-school au, friends to lovers

.ᐟ status & word count 。oneshot | 2.59k

.ᐟ warnings/notes 。reader is fem presenting and has insecurity/vanity issues, as always i did not proofread

It’s summer; the station bustles with movement—passengers on their phones and overhead systems announcing the arrival of the upcoming train. The pathetic whirs of the overhead fan do nothing to quench heat, small children running around even as the floor is shrouded in something sticky, further aggravating you. Afraid of missing the next ride, you yank at Soobin to get his attention.

He’s busy though, entertaining a flock of girls currently plaguing him about himself. Soobin was never the type to leave a person hanging, more out of the fear of one’s judgment over pride for himself. “My type?” He ponders, ignoring your incessant curses and the gush of the passing vehicle. It takes off, only urging the brunette to stall further out of spite for your punching at his midrib. “Someone tall and pretty, with a confident personality. Preferably older.” Eavesdropping, though can you really call it that?, you glance at how the group deflates his response, even as you’re busy annoying him. He excuses himself, points at the train behind him prior to interlocking his arm with yours, and drags you away to the loading platform with your eyes still on the girls.

They’re captivating, towering and slim; you’re pretty sure you’ve seen idols and celebrities wear something similar, and you can’t help but stare down on yourself. You look homely: A plain house shirt that isn’t quite a type fit nor oversized, green cargo shorts that stop at your knees, flat sneakers that don’t do your height any favors and a hello kitty hair clip you’ve had since birth messily clamped into your hair. Lost in thought, you’re almost mauled by the door as the taller pulls you inside. He tuts, “We’re gonna be late because of you.” Rolling your eyes, you plop down onto one of the seats, Soobin following suit. “We’re late because you were busy flirting,” you retort, “late. On the first day, nonetheless.” A scowl spreads across his face, using two fingers to push your forehead, causing you to bump your head against the metal. “We wouldn’t need a review center if you didn’t flunk your statistics class.” Reaching to yank his hair, you fall short and stick your tongue out at him instead. “And why are you here? Because if my memory proves me right, you’re on the verge of failing it too.” The next stop frees up space, opting for Soobin to sit next to you. “Your mom ratted out about this place to my mom. I was gonna pass just fine” A rather obnoxious laugh falls from your mouth, earning the judging glares of random passersby. “If “just fine” is you randomly filling out your bubble test sheet, then I guess we’d all be just fine.” “Stop doing those air quote things!” He groans, swatting your fingers. “You’ll see. I'll finish all my work early and be free for the rest of the break.”

“It doesn’t work like that, idiot. You know what, it doesn’t even matter.” You lie, more for yourself than for him. “I doubt college entrance exams have it, I heard they don’t allow calculators.” Shaking his head, he presses his head on the window, trying to figure out the upcoming terminal. “Nah, you’re expected to do it mentally. Get up, this is our stop.” Mouth falling open, you try to collect yourself as Soobin yanks you up. “Are they insane?! How do they expect me to do all that in under an hour?” He shrugs, arms on your shoulders as you navigate the current of bodies. It’s summer, yet fate has you running back and forth the city studying for exams and running chores.

Half of your subconscious is listening to the instructor as she points at the whiteboard about—well, you don’t really know. The other half focuses on the magazine in your lap, free hand flipping through the pages as the other (pretends to) solve the problem in your workbook. A noise resounds through the hardwood desk, and you look up to see that the source is your seatmate’s ballpen. Relief fills your body as you pull all your attention onto the lesson, though it’s cut short when you see a notebook slide onto your side of the shared table. The sheet reads: “What are you looking at?” Nudging the pad over to you, you write back, “Fashion inspo. Want a makeover,“ with a sad face haphazardly sketched beside it. The other moves inches near the side of your face, voice small and low as she whispers. “Meet me in the women’s room after our session.”

The giddy feeling doesn’t leave your body, not as you were impatiently rushing through the activities, and not as you wait inside the washroom like a child waiting for their parent. She exits the stall, and it’s only then that you take in her as a whole. The girls from earlier were no match for her: hair freshly bleached and lobes pierced, thin shrug and loose crop top on as she strides in front of the mirror. “Sorry, had to pee.” She mutters, eyes glued to her hands while washing them. “So, why do you want a makeover?” Playing with the strap of your bag, you’re unable to give a direct answer. You aren’t even sure yourself. “Well, since I’m entering my senior year next term, so I think I styled myself more mature.” The other nods, eyes boring into yours as reflected by the mirror. “I think you’d look good with blue hair.” Blushing, you flounder over yourself, trying to maintain composure. “Thanks, but my school wouldn’t even allow makeup.” The blonde drags you over to the counters, dumping her sanitary pouch. “So, wear light makeup.” Your eyes glimmer as they scan each product, all the packages of pink, black, and red sitting prettily on the marble. “That’s a thing?” Nodding lazily, she grabs your wrist and one of her various lip balms, swatching it across the skin. “You don’t seriously think the prettiest girls in your class are barefaced, do you?” Listening attentively, you watch patiently as the other retreats her things into her tote. “You got your wallet?” You nod. “Got any cash on you?” You tilt your hand sideways, and the blonde thinks it’s good enough. “None of my old stuff matches your skin tone. Come on, we’re going to hunt for supplies.”

“Soobin! Wait up for me you idiot!” The brunette turns his head in hostility, slightly taken aback by your form. “Were you going to leave without me? Huh? You psycho.”

He inspects you from head to toe: The new barrette that shimmers in plastic gold, fitted tank top that sits halfway atop your belly button, denim shorts that reveal the plush of your thighs, platform sandals that you surprisingly don’t wobble in. The realization that he’s been gaping at you for a while hits him hard, clearing his throat as he comments, “You look stupid.” You fake a punch midair at his oh-so-insightful critique, pouting. Soobin notes the pink sheen that coats your bottom lip, feeling his heart stutter on itself.

Wait, what?

He dismisses the feeling, shooting back, “You left without me yesterday. I was just going to bike today.” Pout deepening, you clasp your hands together for mercy. “Please let me ride with you, ‘Binnie? I used all my allowance yesterday.” He laughs in disbelief, mounting his bike. “You’re so dead when your parents find out you missed a study day.” Screaming into the air, you grasp onto his shirt in an attempt to stop him from leaving. Not like he was going to, but he finds you hilarious like this. “Not if she kills you first for wearing that out.” You huff, crossing your arms at him. “It’s hot Soobin. Do you want me to die? Do you want me to die of a heat stroke or by the hands of my own mother?” Tapping his chin, he fakes a thought. “Both are very tempting.” You stare at him as if he betrayed you. With a smirk, he pats onto the seat behind him.

Upon arriving at the center, you roam around the sidewalk while waiting for the other as he locks his bike to the racks. Soobin can’t help but observe you sulk at the view of other kids your age out and about with their friends, eating ice cream and complaining about the weather, like that was the worst thing they had to worry about at the moment.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar figure waving at you. As he nears you, you gasp and wave back, poking at the brunette relentlessly in order to get his attention. “Soobin! Yeonjun’s here!” You rush to hug the aforementioned, immediately patting down his pockets for anything edible. “She hasn’t had anything since breakfast. Spent all her money on useless things again.” Scoffing, you let go, adjusting the fit of your top. “All my purchases are investments! You don’t understand me.”

Yeonjun continues to ignore the two of you bicker, interjecting when you escalate to name-calling each other. “Aren’t you dolled up today?” He asks rhetorically, toying with the edges of your hair. The tallest watches you gleam at the words, linking your arm with the eldest. You fish for compliments, pressing the weight of your body against his, “Right? Am I pretty today?” Yeonjun finds endearment in your ceaseless puppy-eyes, and the brunette can all but see the non-existent tail wagging in the other’s presence. “Yes, you look very pretty today.” You squeal, and Soobin’s a bit annoyed, though he chalks it up to the fact that you’ve been outside in the heat for what it feels like hours. “See Soobin? See? ‘Junnie thinks I’m pretty today.” He rolls his eyes in response, walking through the front door as the two of you continue to trail behind him, hand-in-hand and complimenting each other like lovers.

The hours seem to slip away with surprising swiftness, feet tapping as the tutor concludes the session. It’s a Friday, and Soobin promised he’d go to the arcade with you today. Making your way through the halls in search of the brunette, you peek through each door, halting at the familiar ring of your name.

“I seriously don’t know what she’s up to. She looks stupid with that eyeshadow. It’s abhorrent.” Crouching by one of the corners in hiding, you can hear the giggling of those you recognize to be your schoolmates. “Must be seeking attention. Honest to God, it’s so unserious. Like she raids her bigger sister’s closet when she’s not home.” Fiddling with the hem of your top, you latch your teeth onto your lower lip, unable to stop the prick of tears forming at your eyes.

You suppose your interest in vanity was rather sudden, a shock to those around you and even to your closest friends. Combing the clips out of your hair, you toy with the frayed ends—a result of using an iron to style them like the models in photoshoots, the girls on the platform, and your seatmate with bleached hair. Maybe it was stupid and pointless. Why was this even affecting you so much? All you wanted was to feel good about yourself. You bury your face in your arms, cries flowing freely and silently onto the floor.

Just then, a large figure shadows you, prying your arms apart desperately. It isn’t until you hear who it is that you stop to gaze up. “Where the hell did you run off to?” Soobin asks, grasp on your sides softening when he notices the redness in your cheeks, ugly snot running from your nose.

For a while you’re just staring at him. He’s properly handsome—big eyes, tall nose, plump lips. You think it’s unfair. “Do you genuinely think I look stupid?” His brows furrow, brain struggling to connect the timeline of events that had led you here. “Where did that even come from?” In an attempt to restrain yourself from sniffling, it results in an even uglier, unhinged snort. You ignore it, as well as the look Soobin gives you. It’s not sharp, it’s not pity, you’re not entirely sure what it is. “I thought you said it was your type?” He lets out a large exhale, chuckling as he settles beside you. “Is that why you started dressing like this in the first place? ‘Cause I just said that so those girls would get off my back.” It takes him a while, but you can practically feel his body shoot up as he comes to an epiphany. “Do you like me?” Your body mirrors his shock, but in your case it’s a call to defend yourself. “I thought it was universal like!”

A genuine smile finds its way onto his face, disappearing when he clears his throat. “Well,” he starts, cupping your face as he pulls you in closer, “I like you regardless of what you put on.” Tracing the ends of your jaw, his eyes move to gaze onto your lips, then your eyes, then your nose. He connects every feature of yourself that makes you, you. Your heart gets caught up in your throat, thumping a million times per second. Eyes screwed shut, you clench your bag when the warmth of his breath mixes with yours. He seals the gap with a peck on the mouth, movement stuttering as you feel his nervousness through the action. A beat passes, but you kiss back—head tilting to slot into him. His lips taste of sugar and bread, a reflection of its plumpness as it glazes itself in your lip balm. Everything about him is warm, and you all but chase it when you disconnect, both of your cheeks flushed in pink as you falter and pant on his shoulder. “So I’m guessing you like me back.” He remarks, still unsure of himself as he toys with the strings of his sweater, eyes avoiding yours. “So what? You liked me first?” Taking it as acknowledgement, he bites the inners of his cheek with a meek smile,”Well, I only found out recently.” Your hand ghosts near his, desperate for his warmth again but too afraid to say anything. “I think… I’ve known for a while now… Just needed something to make me think of it consciously.” His fingers are the same, testing the waters when he carefully entangles it with yours. In an attempt to lessen the amount of awkward tension that holds the air, he states the obvious. “I think a kiss would do it, yeah.” It doesn’t work, not really, so he gets up to stretch the nerves off, you following suit with his hand still in yours. It’s your turn to try saying something, but you’re not really sure what to say. “My lipstick is ruined.” Of course, your main default is to complain and nitpick. “You must take responsibility! I had a hard time putting all this together.” He grins when you gander at the physical connection, inspecting it from all sides as you rotate it slightly. “You still look pretty.” He asserts, swaying them back and forth as you make your way out of the building. “But would you say it was a good investment?”

Soobin’s head swivels to flash you his pointed eyes, “Are you surveying me for a product review after I kissed you?” With a shrug, you bump your body against his with a little force. “Maybe. Or maybe you should kiss me again.”

“Maybe.”

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[the---hermit]

29|06|2024

The past week has been made of lots of garden work, lots of rain (it is currently storming so much that my room is completly dark and it's two pm), reading and finishing A Prayer For The Crown Shy and crying about it, trying to figure out how to commute for my exam on Tuesday since so many bus and trains have been cancelled, starting yet another relistening of tma because apparently I cannot go six months without relistening to it, having breakfast with my bestie after months of not seeing each other, and actually a good amount of sleep. I am very slowly starting to get some rest, it will take a bit of time to get my energies back but it's okay, it's a slow process and I am doing my best. After my exam season will be officially over I feel like it will be much easier for me to relax, and hopefully it will start to feel like summer soon.

[ilsolefiesta]

my 2024 solar return predictions

it's 11 days until my solar return this year. perhaps I'll write about how I spent each day leading up to and after the Solar Return. but for now, I want to explore my Solar Chart for 2024. spoiler: I hope I won't die. literally. but let's be consequent. 1. Leo Rising in the 1°. it's a really interesting story about how fate can't be avoided. Initially, I thought I would meet my Solar Return at home, with my Ascendant in Cancer in the last degree. when I saw this, I said, "no way. I don't want to deal with family issues all year." so, I decided to go to another town. ironically, this 1° change affected the Sun either. initially it was in the 3rd house but with Leo Rising it moved to the 4th. so, being the ruler of the ASC, the 4th housed Sun still emphasizes the inevitable importance of family to me this year. alright, I've got it. but still, I hope Leo will still work out. I have plans to improve my appearance and solve problems in this area that have been bothering me for a long time. additionally, I want to activate my artistic potential and become more visible and active on social media. I don't expect to become a high-class celebrity, but still... moreover, the Solar ASC is located in my Natal 11th house, so I believe it should work well.

2. the 2nd and the 3rd Solar Houses are also in Leo, with their ruler, thein the 4th house (☌ with IC, actually). ◄ as for the 2nd house: as you may know, we begin to feel the effects of the upcoming Solar Chart before the Solar Return occurs. recently, I have felt a strong desire to pursue a remote job, or at least a part-time remote job from home in addition to my current one. perhaps I could do so and work from home if we consider the fourth house as a place of real estate. the Cusp of the 2nd Solar House falls in my Natal 11th house, so I may receive some assistance from friends? I will also look for other confirming signs... ◄ as for the 3rd house, the situation is more or less clear here. as this house is responsible for brothers and sisters... my little sister is now living with me (the ruler is in the 4th house, right?). the issue is that she has exams to graduate from school next summer, and she is now studying from home remotely (the Cusp of the 3rd Solar House is in the 12th Natal House). having Solar Virgo Mercury here, I am planning to be her tutor throughout the year. aside from my siblings, the Solar Mercury is in exact ☌ with my Natal ASC. moreover, I have both Mercury and the 1st house ruling this year in profection. I believe communication, connections, and education - all activities related to the 3d (Gemini) house - will be EXTREMELY highlighted this year. well, I hope so. it should be interesting. the connection with the 12th Natal House... will I continue writing about astrology? who knows. by the way, it's fun, but I already feel the urge to re-take an exam to receive a driving license that I gave up on last year (also the issue of the 3rd House).

3. I've already mentioned my 4th house a lot, and I want to add that I have Solar Virgo IC located in my 1st Natal house. my Solar 4th house Venus is in ☌ with my Natal 2nd house Venus in Libra. I am currently undergoing renovations at my place of residence. I need to paint the walls, buy a new bed, a high mirror etc... the upcoming beautification of my home is quite predictable, and it, obviously, requires money. so, hi, 2nd Natal House...

4. the 5, 6 house. interesting situation, because I little bit lack of ideas.

Solar House - Sign - Placements - SH Cusp in Natal House:

5H - Scorpio - Sagittarius Vertex ☌ Natal IC, Pluto, Chiron - 2H. 6H - Sagittarius - Pluto in Capricorn's last ° ☌ Solar Aquarius DSC and Part of Fortune - 4H.

overall connection of 4, 5, 6 and 7 houses... I also have Solar Juno in the 4th house. idk what is it, predestined relationship with someone different than me and related to my work? I've given up on relationships and prefer to see it as a business opportunity. I really hope that my artistic potential will be unlocked and that I can monetize my skills. with the 5th house Sagittarius Vertex on the Natal IC I may receive recognition or support from family or my homeland? or, maybe, on the contrary, Sagittarius will push me to aim outside? the Cusp of the 6th house in Sagittarius could add to this. there is also an interesting placement of Solar Pluto. the matter is that it aims to leave the 6th house and has ☌ with Solar DSC and Part of Fortune. I had a very... heavy 6th house for several last years, and I've been feeling overwhelmed by routine. perhaps this is a sign that my work process will change and I need to rely on partnerships more. If we consider it from a health perspective, I think I understand what changes it may bring to my daily routine. I'm planning to get braces this year. God bless, my Pluto this year is mostly positively aspected - being in the connection with the DSC it obviously ☍ ASC. And □ the 5th house. however, my Uranus is strong in Natal 5th house. + Solar Pluto makes △ with Solar Sun and Uranus. so I think everything will be fine, despite my fear of some unexpected health effects from Pluto. moreover, I have additional signs. but I'll write about them later.

5. DSC and the 7th house. it's the most difficult part for me to analyze, as I'm totally dumb with any relations. well, I have Part of Fortune in Aquarius ☌ Natal Neptune here. and I can't say for sure whether it will make my luck dream-like or make me completely blind and overestimate myself. well, DSC ruler Uranus is in the 11th house in Taurus, also placed in the 9th Natal House. the Solar DSC is in the 5th Natal House. please, I'm so tired of drama, please, can it be something fun, light and cool? (haha, Pluto ☌ is like "hello-hello, no, haha"...)

6. the 8 and 9th houses. both are in Aquarius.

the 8th Solar house, despite being empty, is located in the 5th Natal house. remember my question from the previous point? well, answer is "no" once again, I guess...

the ruler is in the Solar 11th house (in the Natal 9th). betrayal from friends? new foreign dangerous friends? some transforming experience with education and collectives? still, it's not that bad, my Natal 8th house (Aries) ruler is Mars in the 12th house, so should I be used to the 8th house things? however, Aquarius is still a little bit frightening with its unexpectedness...

the 9th house... the Moon and Saturn are here. exactly just like in my Natal, ha. guess, I shouldn't even hope to go travel abroad this year. again, like the whole life before. both the Moon and Saturn are in Pisces. despite my Natal Taurus Moon doesn't allow me to regret these restrictions too much, guess, Pisces Moon can make me more vulnerable to this topic throughout the year. I'll probably continue learning languages and maybe even make foreign friends with the ruler in the 11th house. also Solar Saturn ☌ Natal DSC in Pisces. probably it may signify someone older who can teach me how to communicate and maintain partnerships? yes, in Natal Chart Saturn is ruling my 5th house, but I prefer not to focus on relationships to avoid disappointment later.

7. the Solar MC is in Pisces. ☌ with the Solar Moon. the Cusp is in the 7th Natal house. Neptune, ruling the MC, is also here. again, some distortion of my career/public relations vision? am I in danger of underestimating something? it would be interesting to see how I will deal with this. the best of the best is starting right now. Aries North Node and Chiron in the 10th house. it could be great and maybe give me some energy an resources. however. the North Node is in ☌ with the Natal 8th Cusp. Chiron, consequently, is in the 8th Natal House either. does this mean that career development could harm me, or should I break myself and, regardless, develop leadership and inner resources for success in my career? it's scary. btw, Solar Chiron ☍ Solar Venus. I guess I'll continue to make my appearance far from "traditional venusian" - I've had this aspect this year either - tattoos, piercings etc.

8. the 11th Solar house in Taurus (the Cusp lies in the 8th Natal House). strange combination. from the one hand, it's absolutely not the best placement. on the other hand, benefic Jupiter is here. on the OTHER hand, it's essentially weak (in Gemini) and has □ with the Sun, Moon, IC and 10th house. on the OTHER hand, it has the same sign I have in my Natal Chart and it's considered to be beneficial... hardly understand what to expect from Jupiter. especially as I had hoped for blessings from having it in the 1st house this year, but nothing "jupiterial" happened at all. Uranus is also here, so I anticipate some changes in relationships with friends and possibly a shift in understanding of myself within the group. also having Solar Taurus Uranus close to my Natal Saturn, along with other placements, makes me slightly anxious about my elderly. hope, everything will be fine.

9. the last one. the Solar 12th house in Gemini. it can bring cognitive difficulties or doubts about intellectual capacity and proficiency, especially for those with Mercury as a dominant planet (me). however, I believe that this can be compensated by a strong Solar Mercury placement. the problem is that I have Cancer Mars in the 12th house and this damn Mars makes □ to the Natal 8th house and the Solar North Node. and I remember all the scary placements, like Pluto and Chiron, as well as the North Node. I was still trying to maintain my composure at that point. and what else?! Mars? amazing. I really hope I won't die or become seriously ill or injured, nor will my loved ones. btw, the connected 6, 8 and 12 houses in Solar Chart are the main indicators of some disastrous events, and I pray that this year will be a year of great transformation, not a year of losing something or someone important..

that's how it is.

Thank you for reading!

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[notetaeker]

May 27, 2023 - Saturday

Busy week - writing exams, grading (lots and lots of) papers, joining countless meetings, all while planning a whole event. My internship project is currently on the backburner because everything else is more urgent, but I’m really looking forward to the end of next week when I finally finish all my work and start summer break! Then I can focus all my attention on art, my 10 billion random ideas, and the Islamic studies classes I signed up for 💗

[3liza]

What is the difficulty curve like for american schooling? What is the usual pass/fail threshold? Here it is 50% with the peak of the bell curve (intentionally set and recalibrated every year) at 70%, so you get at least ±2 STDs of student marks captured between 50% and 90%. Which makes me think the exams/assignments themselves must be more difficult than their american versions. Ive heard that in some schools anything below 70% is an F, can that be true? The exam itself has to be easier in that case, surely

i might be the wrong person to ask, and not only because im not an expert or informed about the details of the current American school system, and im approaching middle age so my experience is now out of date, so maybe an actual teacher can correct me, but my experience in american K-12 education was that everything is made up and the points dont matter. i dont think it's standardized here at all. each teacher had their own grading opinions and some classes i went to were on a curve, some weren't, some were pass-fail, "cool' teachers would often say stuff like "everyone in here has an A right now. the only way you will lose that grade is by not showing up and not doing you work" and then would ding you points every time you fucked up, etc.

i have absolutely no idea what my HS GPA was, never cared about participating in graduation so i didn't go, and I think iirc I graduated late anyway (or they were threatening to withhold my diploma or something?) because of fucking gym credits (i have a connective tissue disorder, exercise-triggered asthma, crippled knees, and POTS, and kept telling adults that the stuff we were doing in PE class was hurting and injuring me, to which they would respond that i was "out of shape"), which my lawyer mother managed to get dropped from my graduation requirements by successfully proposing that my after school activities like dance and semi-pro theater and bartering stable work for horse riding time were sufficiently athletic to quality as PE. she was right btw i was working my ass off. anyway thanks mom. but again this is equivalent to Ryan Stiles successfully arguing that Drew Carey should give him ten points for the improvised limericks about the battle of Thermopylae instead of 3, and then Carey doing so.

TEST SCORES are standardized, and the Bush-era No Child Left Behind reforms turned my HS from a school where you go to class and do schoolwork into a test prep and test taking warehouse over one summer. it was an actual nightmare. i also dont know what my test scores were. probably bad

so basically my experience was that i never knew what my GPA was anyway because i both didnt care, and also whatever counted as a "credit" wasnt standardized either so it was impossible to keep track of. the causative order of these two things could go either way, idk if i didnt care because grades were too confusing, or if grades were confusing just to me because i didn't care.

edit: i also didn't have any friends who knew/were keeping track of what their GPA was during school. people either graduated or dropped out nd some of them got sent to summer school ("bad kids") and we would see the scores marked on assignments when the assignments were handed back, but cumulative, ongoing awareness of "how well are you doing in school officially"? maybe there were really on-the-ball kids who knew this information but if there were i never heard anyone talk about it and had no awareness whatsoever where any of my peers stood in school credit rankings.

[lyranix1201]

I have so many plot ideas for a nevermore fanfic, but there is a small problem.......

I need to write it😭.

(it feels like torture not being able to write something, that you have been planning to write for so long).

It's a pity because I have so many ideas, like:

2 pirate AU (one of them, is were lenore is the captain of the well know myth called the flying Dutch man. and the other one, is lenore being a pirate and meeting a fortune-teller/princes Annabelle lee)

Mafia/cleaning service AU [ let me explain myself 💀. basically lenore and some of her friends (Berenice, Duke and pluto) work for this organization called Nevermore cleaning service, whose main objective is to Clean up crime scene's for the mafia.] (I have been writing the first chapter since April, and I'm still not finished😭 I hate being a perfectionist sometimes.)

3 what if scenarios. [ what if lenore didn't run after Annabelle after their argument (in this fanfic, I am pretty much just torturing Annabelle and lenore, I'm not even kidding 🙂🙈. I am going to put lenore and Annabelle lee through hell and back ). what if the misfits and the clusterfuck (we need better names for them) team up and escape nevermore, and I mean they team up immediately after they meet. What if Annabelle and lenore actually made a good plan together and didn't die.]

Jazz club AU ( everyone is dead and works in a jazz club except Annabelle lee)

Train conductor AU (technically you could call it that. Everyone is basically trapped on a moving train.)

"Mr. And Mrs Smith" AU ( inspired by the serie that came out in 2024 on Prime, not the movie. I have currently only seen 2 episodes, in summer break I will finish watching it.)

One were everyone works in a hotel and everyone is also death.

One were I got inspired by the series called "Umbrella Academy" that is on Netflix ( I remember watching this series like 2 years ago, and let me tell you something. well watching this series it felt like I was having a fever dream😵‍💫, and it didn't help that I was having an all nighter.)

Cult AU

Time traveler/Imortal AU

Superhero AU

Vampire AU ( you can't go wrong with Vampires)

A fanfic inspired by a books that I found in my portuguesa school library. The book is caled the "magician nephew"( yes it is in English, somehow I found a few English books there. I haven't finished reading the book, exam season is killing me.)

One were we follow theo in nevermore

one-shots( were lenore and Annabelle lee are just spending time together)

One were the cast are going on a camping trip.

And last but not least, 2 crakefics. one is inspired by a childhood series that I used to watch when I was a kid, that is on Disney channel called lab rats. And the other one, that I somehow promise myself to make, that is a lenore as snow White fanfic.

There are many reasons why I haven't finished one Goddamn chapter of any of the fanfic.

Knowing multiple languages (dutch, english, Portuguese and French) is a blessing and a curse, My dyslexic ass can't write for shit. I have so many difficulties in writing in all languages and i can't even write a simple frase in English, without going through the seven stages of grief.

(funfact: I fucked up, I couldn't even write the word dyslexic correctly, I wrote it like: deslesic at first 😭☠️) how the fuck can i be dyslexic in 4 goddamn languages. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME.... FREE ME FROM THIS TORMENT.

[miss-ery-3]

ughhhh, i don't want my blog to turn into some kind of relationship-crybaby-blog, but i do have a lot to think about atm

i dont really have anyone to talk with about this. all my friends are in happy relationships and dont really seem to take any other stance than "you cannot break up" and that just really isnt helping me

buuuut, if you aren't interested in my personal (non-ed) issues, just scroll on<333 no hard feelings

so, for now, i'll just type this into space and hopefully get some kind of catharsis i guess

it's currently 1 am and i am in my childhood bedroom and i can't sleep. my head feels like it is fucking spinning. every thought in my head is "why do i feel like this? if i feel this bad should i just stay with him? but do i actually feel in love with him anymore? it's not fair to continue being with him, if i don't actually want to. would i miss him? would i regret it?" and then just in a big ol' loop

mixed with thoughts of my friend i talked to all of friday night. his face has popped up in my head constantly since i went home at 7 am from being with him all night. i feel fucking butterflies in my stomach, and get all giggly, and i want to say his name out loud for some strange reason - until i think about what these fucking butterflies mean and then i feel sick to my stomach and want to throw up. every butterfly i feel is like taking a step away from my bf, and i literally cannot control it

i feel like an absolutely horrible person, fuckk,brnfjkgnkmrf

'cause i also keep thinking about all the things my bf have done that hurt me (i guess, to make myself feel better?? but it makes me feel a whole lot fucking worse. both because i feel like a horrible person, and because he's made me fucking sad a lot of times)

like this summer, i got my bachelors degree (a fucking big thing for me - and he knew that), and he knew that i would have my last exam in, like, the end of june. i gave him the date as soon as i could (maybe two/three weeks ahead) and then like a week before i graduate, he remembers that he has plans with his 5 best friends to go drinking

and guess what

he chooses to go drinking with his friends. he celebrates me for like... 1 hour, 2 hours max. as soon as my friends arrived he was like "oops gotta go drinking with my friends that i can see all the time. no time to celebrate my girlfriend getting her bachelors degree, although she will never ever have a day like this again. no no, gotta go get shitfaced. and i am actually not going to apologize"

also at my last birthday, i celebrated it at my parents house for most of the day, and then went home in the evening (like after dinner) to go get drinks with my friends. we had planned that he would come home to my parents with me the day before, and then we could wake up together on my birthday and he could be with me and celebrate and stuff

3 days before my birthday, he says he doesn't want to go with me to my parents' house to celebrate my birthday, because he has to read for school (it was in a holiday as well, he didn't have school for days). the weekend before my birthday he chose to go drinking with his friends (i was ofc not invited) and couldnt get out of bed for days, but whenever my birthday rolled around he had to be an A fucking student. so he cancels and then we only see each other for the last, like, 4 hours of my birthday, with all of my friends and some family - and then he got annoyed with me for getting sad

he talks over me, he interrupts me and then never asks me what i was saying, he ignores me every time he picks up his phone, he always prioritizes friends, family, work and school over me, he's really good at making me feel small (not in the good way) and stupid. he corrects almost everything i say, also stuff that i dont say, but that he just want to "clear up". he drops plans w me so easily, to be with his friends and he almost never invites me. he insists on touching my belly although i've told him it makes me very uncomfortable, and then gets annoyed when i remove his hand - because 'he likes touching it, and i shouldnt feel bad about my belly'. he often ignores my text messages if he doesnt feel like they matter to him. when i ran my first 10K he ran 11K the next day to show off (he did apologize, but i still cant believe he actually did that shit). whenever ive met his friends and family, they are better at including me in the conversation than he is: he will leave me alone with people i barely know, to go do something else (and he knows that i have some social anxiety). he gets annoyed with me over things that he believes i do on purpose, but i dont (e.g. wake up later than him?? go pee before i make coffee for us?? when i forget socks when i sleep over, and ask to borrow some of his? same w phone charger and other stuff. and he usually ends up with saying "omg its just a joke" but i can feel that it isnt. otherwise he wouldve stopped doing it). sometimes he makes jokes at my expense or is just plain rude, and when i tell him to stop, he will tell me to grow up and accept a joke, and whenever i say he makes me uncomfortable/annoyed he says "i cant take that seriously" or "thats the fun part". he is horrible at picking up after himself, and will get annoyed with me if i do it for him (i cant stand mess, and he knows this.) he wont do the dishes for days on end in HIS OWN apartment, so whenever i come to visit, i usually end up doing them, cause i cant stand mess. and he ALWAYS comes out when theres like 1 spoon left and is like 'oh gosh nooo sweety, you shouldn't have done all that.. awww.. nooo, now i feel bad.. *hug, kiss* oh well' and then go back to laying on the couch).......

ofc he also has good sides, but now that i've mentioned all the crap i have a hard fucking time remembering it. but i know that he does. he gives good hugs, he can give great advice, he usually doesnt judge the stupid things i do. he knows my quirks and he likes cooking me food. he hates rubbing my back, and will get annoyed if i ask him, but he is good at it. he has nice eyes and a cute smile. he knows a lot about the things im interested in (but usually shows off his knowledge in a know-it-all kinda way). hes creative and has good music taste

ugh, i am so sorry for this long ass rant, but i just needed to get this off my chest... if anyone actually read all this, and has some advice or... anything... feel free to send a message or a reply or something idk

i feel horrible