#everything is fixed now but it ruined my vibes for the night.

[robotiv]

sims 4 rly hurt my feelings today !!!!! rambling explanation in the tags

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Just sexual tension in this chap hehe, more explicit as we go. Gojo is really a dick at first FYI

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 4.2k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished. This was my first gojo fic so maybe a Lil less put together than my current ones

Masterlist-

Chapter 1

You looked up at him from your desk. You were tired, so damn tired. You needed a fucking break, a long one. Your mind wanders to that vacation away from Tokyo that will never happen, not because you don’t have vacation days or money. Nope, it was  because you work far too fucking much, twelve to sixteen hour days sometimes. For him, your damn boss, Satoru Gojo.

Always asking you to stay late, always running his errands, saving his ass, covering for him. Writing speeches, making presentations, finding him dates even. When Gojo wanted something, he got it, and it didn't matter if it ruined every plan you ever had, you had to get it done for him.

He ran casinos, owned a hotel, a nightclub, you name it, Satoru Gojo owned it. He’d inherited some from his family but mostly he was self made. Even the tower you worked in, Kamo Tower, was one of the best in the city. Everything Gojo touched seemed to turn to gold, or better yet platinum.

You had been so excited two years ago to be his intern, then ecstatic when you quickly moved up the ranks to be his head assistant. You made good money, enough to send home to your family and take care of them too. But you literally were constantly at that man's beck and call.

Your tired eyes lower as you rest your chin on your hand for a moment, for even last night at two am you'd had to run to his fucking rescue.

You were asleep, but the phone never stops fucking buzzing.

Dick boss: I need you.

You: no.

Dick boss: triple OT pay?

You: fuck. What is it?

Dick Boss: I'm in a bit of a bind…

The bind? Three passed out naked women in his bed, and a room destroyed, that he needed to get fixed so he could sleep. Yeah.

The night before? Well he had urgently needed you to pick out his outfit for his soiree, he was too coked out to pick apparently. And Gojo Satoru had so many three piece suits, ties and shoes, it was actually disgusting.

Nanami Kento walks up to you, overworked from his own boss in the building, a trait you two share as head assistants. He hands you a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup, with your name written on it in sharpie, clearly from one of the coffee shops nearby. If you had time to have a fucking life you would have flirted with him, for sure. Maybe he would have, too?

Dirty blonde and handsome, his suit stretched across his muscles just so… and fuck if he didn’t look like he needed a damn vacation too.

“Long night?” Kento asked, grabbing you out of your thoughts, an amused and tired expression on his face. You sigh, nodding.

“Thank you for the coffee. I owe ya one.” You let the sweet liquid hit your lips, eyes peering to Gojo's office. There was some lady in there, pretty as fuck in some crazy attempt at business stripper, but he for some reason was scowling at you. What, you dared to sip coffee and not work for two minutes?

“Not at all. Happy birthday.” 

“Shit that’s today?” You teased, but you did know.

“We don’t really get birthdays.”

“Haha no we don’t. But thank you!”

“Of course. Take care of yourself okay? Gojo is… ugh.” Nanami looked disgusted as he shook his head, pushing up his fancy glasses. You couldn’t help but giggle at that as Nanami walked off.

Your phone rings, because of course Gojo can't just come to you, you must go to him. Your eyes roll.

“Yes, Sir?” You answer the phone, tapping your glittery manicured nails on your desk, the one treat you gave yourself.

“My office.” That silken command may have excited most women, shit, most human beings, but it was a source of annoyance for you.

“Coming.”

You sighed, hanging up the phone and sipping your coffee. The office coffee usually went cold daily with the amount of shit you had to do. You smooth down your dress, adjusting the buckle of your belt just a tad before walking towards the giant glass office.

Gojo’s office had floor to ceiling windows surrounding it that had a ridiculous view of the cityscape below. You all were on the top floor of Kamo Tower, after all. The air was filled with a faint scent, woodsy and fresh, a signature fragrance that lingered in the space, distinctive to Gojo.

As you enter, you see Gojo himself reclining casually in a lavish chair, his signature Gucci sunglasses on, covering those ridiculous blue eyes. Which you honestly appreciated because he made shit hard to focus, even after two years of working as his assistant.

“Sir?” You stand there cautiously, thinking of just putting in your notice then and fucking there, like that dream you had in your two hours of sleep.

“Status update on my meetings?”

“I sent you them all.” He smirked, arrogant. You grit your teeth. “You have two meetings today, Sir, one for the new hotel partnership, then you have a meeting with Mr. Suguru about your casino. And of course, you have your event tonight.”

“Speaking of that, I need you to come with me tonight for the charity ball.” You sigh, shutting the door behind you, resting your aching head against it.

“I asked for tonight off.” You murmur, and Gojo scoffs, grinning, damn fangs like some vampire glinting from the sun that beamed in. He stands, stretching his long elegant limbs, before he walks closer to you, making the scent of him waft through your senses.

“I'll pay you well. Plus you’ll be going as my date for the event, not going to make you actually work. You'll get to relax and shit. Drinks and food.”

“As your date?” You blink, pursing your lips.

“I know, it’s kinda a dream scenario.” He laughed at his own joke, a habit he certainly had.

“Since when does CEO Satoru need a date? Especially me . I can just arrange you a date like I always do.”

“It's a delicate partnership and I need someone who is smart. Not eye candy. I need you, law school girl. Plus you’re American, and a lot of the people there are too. So it’s a no brainer.” You sighed, the comment about eye candy biting.

Men hit on you pretty frequently, any time you weren’t working, which you could not say was very often. But of course Gojo banged models on the regular, and you had no time to look like a model, you barely had time to slap on some mascara and concealer every day to hide how tired you were.

“So you don't need anyone pretty… is what you're saying.”

He pauses then, frowning at you. “You're very pretty.” He'd never said that. He'd barely complimented your work. You catch your breath; looking up at him, curious how he had gotten just an inch away.

“‘Not eye candy.’”

“We'll no, you dress kinda boring… like business and shit. Not sexy at all. I mean I’ve never seen you not in a business dress unless it’s at night and I call you, then you wear pajama shorts and shit?”

You snort. “I would dress up if I had a life. All I do is work.”

“Exactly, that’s what I mean by not ‘eye candy’. How you dress, not your looks. But I'll make sure your outfit looks killer, no need to thank me.” Gojo winks at you, lowering his shades, those insane cerulean eyes making you overheat against your will. Big and glittering with silver, the irises the prettiest blue that the earth could scarcely recreate. Eyes that made anyone do anything he wanted.

You were almost immune to that by now.

“It's my fucking birthday and you want me to do overtime?” You demand, and frowns with those full lips.

“Birthday?” Gojo looks confused, as if you should not have one of them, for it’s inconvenient.

“Yeah. Twenty-sixth.”

He evaluates you. “Why did I think you were like twenty two?”

“I’m not sure. If I was I wouldn’t even have my law degree yet, baby face maybe. But it’s my third birthday here, and you never give me the day off. I will absolutely not put in OT.”

“What, you have plans, hot shot?” Gojo chuckles, his tone mocking.

No. Sure don't. “Yep.” You lie. He knows.

“Cancel em.” He shakes a hand dismissively and you scowl.

“No.” You cross your arms under your breasts, and his gaze darts down for the briefest of moments.

“No?” No one turned Gojo down. No one ever told the gorgeous CEO no. His six foot four frame hunched as he placed an arm on one side of you, peering down, frown still on his handsome features. You bravely glare back up at him.

“No. Gojo, I'm really exhausted, and I just want to have fun and actually relax for my birthday.”

“Have fun with me. And make killer money. Win win.”

“That's work. Not fun.”

“Hmm.” He tilts your chin up with his long fingers, making you peer up at him, surprised at the contact. “I'll make it fun. Promise. Then I'll give you the day off tomorrow. Deal?”

“I could find you a smart American girl? Eye candy too.”

“You're my best, though, I need you.”

Bastard.

“Ugh. Fine.”

He grins, and you catch a breath as he backs away. “Good. I'll have the outfit brought to your apartment later? I’m assuming you don’t have anything fancy enough for this one.”

“Probably not. Fine. Need my size?”

His eyes are drinking you in as he smirks. “You think I haven’t gathered your size by now?” Your cheeks overheat. Though you’re used to him, at the end of the day you still had a damn vagina, and it reacted to him. He chuckled deeply, turning away and waving a hand. “You're dismissed.”

Just like that, your birthday night was just work. Work for Gojo.

***

“Can’t wait to put in my two weeks ugh.” You grumble to yourself as you finish up your makeup, for once having fun with it. If you had to work your birthday you would absolutely look gorgeous for it. Lashes, winged liner, red lips.

The dress he had ordered laid in a satin box on your white day bed. You sigh, opening it finally, and you blink rapidly as you look at the gown encased in baby blue and white tissue paper, the colors of Gojo himself. You gently pulled out the gown and most of your irritation died off.

Black and decked with sequins, it glittered in the light, it was a velvety fabric, as soft as a caress. As you slid it on it glided over your curves, accentuating the nip at your waist, the arch of your hips. The neckline plunged ridiculously low, revealing a generous amount of cleavage that you typically kept under wraps at work. You wonder how Gojo knew you had just so much up top…

Pervert is what he was.

Pervert with killer taste.

The dress had a slit that went dangerously up one of your well toned thighs, exposing nearly all of one leg, while the rest of the dress hit the floor. It was if he truly knew every measurement you had, for the dress could not have hit any better. Those damn analyzing eyes of his…

You spun to look at the back of the dress, which dipped daringly as well, exposing an expanse of skin, from shoulder blades down to the dimples on your lower back. You rummage through your little cherry wood jewelry box, eyeing to see what would work with the dress. Luckily, everything went well with black, so you snatched up a pretty silver cross necklace and earrings.

A text pops up, and you read it.

Dick Boss: Waiting out front in the car.

You: Just a few.

You slip on your shoes and spritz some body spray on, your favorite from Victoria’s Secret you save for special things, then slide on a pair of black heeled boots, contemplating putting on underwear. Did it matter what kind? It wasn’t like you’d had any dick since like college at this point. And you definitely weren’t fucking Gojo, since neither of you were interested.

You because you saw the girls he fucked. Him because… you weren’t ‘arm candy’. Or a dumb ass bimbo. Sometimes you wished you were, since they seemed sweet and happy in life, while you drowned.

Dick Boss: I’m waiting…”

Fucking Gojo. Ugh. You decide to slide on some lacy boy shorts, just in case that slit did go too high you’d have some coverage. Peeking one last time at the mirror, you had to admit you looked beautiful. You text Gojo.

You: Coming now.

You locked up and headed down the stairs of the apartment building, and there was Kiyotaka, Gojo’s driver, opening the door of the black limo for you. Kiyotaka, who somehow was your age now. That boggled your mind more than Nanami. Gojo wore people out, very clearly, but even you had it easier than Kiyotaka.

“My lady.” He said sweetly, and you smiled at him, sliding in, and there Gojo was across from you, long arms spread across the backs of the seat, his head rested back so that his throat was exposed. His head snapped down, and he looked right at you, no sunglasses, only those eyes. His lips parted, and you tensed, prepared for some lewd comment or rude one.

He blinked those white spiky lashes, arms sliding down as Kiyotaka shut the door, gaze taking you in ever so slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. You felt yourself holding your breath as it lazily traveled down and back up your body, clutching your little black evening bag tightly.

“You look…” He trailed off, shaking his head a bit.

“Thank you for the dress.” You cut him off. He exhaled, nodding.

“Of course. Consider it my birthday gift. You look… really fucking hot.”

You giggled at that. Not beautiful or breathtaking. But you’d take it. “Thank you, the dress is so beautiful.”

“Your body is that banging and you hide it like that?” He was somehow right next to you now, and you shiver a bit at the nearness. “I should reprimand you.”

You roll your eyes. “I can’t dress like this at work.”

“You sure the fuck can. I’m the boss, I say so.” His fingertips trailed down your shoulder, and it sent tingles through your body. Why was he so close? “I’m buying you a new wardrobe.”

“The fuck you are. I like to be professional, unlike you.” You smack his hand off errantly, and your bare shoulder grew cold without the touch.

“You do really look good.” You took in his outfit, a black tux, which fit his slim muscles perfectly. It was some shit Bruce Wayne would wear. Maybe Gojo was some super hero or villain. It would fit.

“You do too. You always do.”

“I know.” He winked at you, leaning forward to snatch up champagne and pop it, pouring you both glasses. You took one, letting the bubbles tickle your nose, taking a sip of the sweet drink, moaning softly and shutting your eyes.

“Delicious.” You lick your lower lip and find him a breath away. You don’t move, but you’re frozen, confused as he looks at you like he never has. “Satoru?”

“Are you really thinking of quitting?” He asked softly. You have never seen Gojo like this.

“How did you know?”

“I know everything, baby girl.” He gently runs his long fingers through your hair, a rare frown on his lips.

“Baby girl? The fuck, Satoru. Yes I was thinking of it, an seducing me is not going to change my mind. Is that the point of this?” You demand, irritated, and against your better judgement, fucking horny. His eyes study your own seriously.

“If that was my intention, you’d damn sure know.” Each word was bit out, distinctive, and his hand tightened in your hair, far too strong, yanking your head back. You scowl up at him, your hands clenched into fists.

“Oh, would I?” You challenged him, notching your chin up a bit. He laughed but it was without humor.

“How many women have you heard me fuck in my office? How many have you had to send home? You think I don’t know how to fuck the shit out of you if I wanted to. You wouldn’t even be able to walk.”

Gojo’s whisper was against your lips, and you could taste whiskey on his breath, mixed with his mints he constantly sucked on. He wasn’t touching you, but he was so close you could feel him…

“I won’t fuck you though, so what’s the point of even joking about it. You don’t want me anyway. Not your type.” He snorted, and one of his big hands came to your waist, touching the bare skin of your back and wreaking havoc on every sense you’ve ever had.

“You know my type?” You nod. His thumb brushed under your breast, an action that made the peaks of your breasts tighten, aching against the sequined gown. Damn if his gaze didn’t drop down. You cursed yourself. “The women who entertain me aren’t necessarily my type.”

“Hmm.” It grew difficult to focus. You sip your champagne, leaning back a bit, but Gojo’s grip stays. “It doesn’t matter. You’re talking out of your ass. Too much cocaine tonight?”

His grip tightened, and it made you gasp, looking up at his darkened eyes in the dim light of the limo. “I haven’t had any. I’m just pretty fucking irritated my best assistant wants to leave. You’re ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful!” You snort at that, tossing back the champagne and grabbing at his hand, his wrist, trying to get him off of you. “How the fuck, Satoru? I literally do everything for you!”

“And I pay you damn good!”

“I know. I’d rather be broke somewhere than do sixteen hour days. It’s my damn birthday and here I am!”

“As if you really had plans. You have no friends and no life.”

“Bullshit.” You grit your teeth, shoving at his hard chest. “That’s because I have no damn time! You think I wouldn’t have a boyfriend or something by now?”

“Maybe that’s your problem, why you’re so bitchy and stuck up all the damn time. You need to get fucked good.”

You slapped him then. Slapped your Boss. Slapped Satoru Gojo.

His hand caught your wrist, brutally squeezing, pale cheek just hinted with pink from your mark.

“Ring a little true?”

“I can get fucked if I want.” You yank your hand back.

“I didn’t say that. Clearly you can get fucked. It’s just you don’t even want to and you blame it on my hours, as if you were the type.”

“I’d fuck Nanami Kento if I had any damn time.” Gojo’s eyes widened at that, and his grip on your waist became brutal. “Yep. Sure would. He’s built as fuck, oh and he remembered my birthday. If either of us had time I sure would. So does that answer it for you?”

Gojo bared his teeth at her, a little blue vein in his temple popping out. Your heart beats in your chest, brutally, the thudding loud in your ears. “You… would fuck… Nanami… Kento?”

Each of his words were forced through his teeth.

Ah, you made him mad.

Good.

“Who wouldn’t? He’s hot.” You try to shrug casually.

“Out of anyone in the office?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Including me.”

You open your mouth to say yes, but you know it’s not fucking true. Of course you’d have fucked Gojo, if he wasn’t a dick boss, if he was just a dude…

Look at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” His free hand caught your chin, forcing your gaze to his piercing one. You gulp, licking your lips.

“No.”

“No, what?” His voice was a wicked caress.

“No… not including you. Goddammit. Is that what you want to hear? That I’m not blind? Of course you’re attractive, and you know it, stupid!”

He scoffed. “You’re childish.”

“You!” You shoved at him again, and he let you go, grabbing your glass and refilling it, watching you like a hawk. “It changes nothing. I am planning to leave. I will find a replacement, someone even better than me.”

“There is no one better.” He sounded sincere, a rare thing for Gojo, emotion cracking in his voice as he downed his own glass.

“You think fucking me will keep me as your damn assistant?”

“It’s worth a shot. I’m the best fuck there is.” He shrugged, some of that casual demeanor coming back, and you wanted to yell at your body for its reaction.

“It won’t happen.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“You’re my boss!”

“But you’re leaving.”

“I…”

“Hmm? You seem at a loss for words.” You scowl, looking out the window as the lights flickered by.

“Are we there yet?”

“Childish.”

“Says you!”

“You need a good orgasm. Or ten. Get you to be less of a stuck up nag.”

“I do not! And I am not!”

“You do, and you are.”

“I orgasm plenty, thanks!” You felt your body on fire at that, and Gojo couldn’t look more satisfied, like the Cheshire fucking cat, the grin as wide as it could go, running his hand through his silken white locks.

“Oh, do tell.” He practically purred.

“Cut the shit, Satoru. You’ve never talked like this in the years I’ve worked with you, where the fuck do you get off?”

“I get off in women. Or on them.” He shrugged, enjoying your open mouth, once again lost for words.

“You know I did not mean that!”

“Where do you get off? On a dildo maybe.” You blinked, eyebrows low in a scowl, wanting to hit him again. “No, don’t look the type. Maybe a rose toy. Hmm… or just these little things.” Gojo lifted your hand, already small but ridiculously small in his own, swallowed by him. “They don’t hit deep enough, do they?” His whisper shook you to your core.

You burned, breathless, as he held out his own hand to yours, fingers so fucking long they rivaled the length of a dude’s dick. Likely larger than the couple of dude’s in college, which was about all of your experience. He grinned as you stared on, palm hot and hard against your own.

“I… you…” You wanted to cuss him out. Quit right then.

You also wanted his fingers in you.

“I could get you off, put you in a good mood. We don’t have to have sex for that.” His hand took your own, putting your hand by your heat, between your thighs.

“Why… are you…act- acting like this?” You managed to breathe out, but you had no energy to move away from him, or shove his hand off. Because if you were being honest with yourself, you’d love to ride your frustration out on him.

“Maybe I realize how much I need you to stay as my assistant.” Gojo’s supple lips kiss down your jaw, firm but delicate, as his hand brutally grabs yours and shoves it against yourself, moaning in your ear. “Is my assistant already hot for me? Are you that easy to get wet?”

“Fuck off.”

It’s a whisper. You want it. And you hate him. You hate that your pussy is pulsing against your joined fingers through the barrier of your panties, that the moan in your ear made you wonder what he sounded like when he came. Gojo slid his own finger against your panties, pausing, moaning again, pulling back to look at you.

He was gorgeous.

Your chest rose and fell with your breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered, and something was just different. You saw Gojo with women, always so self assured. But something seemed surprised, vulnerable, when his long finger pressed against the damp sticky fabric, just grazing your clit. You arched your hips up, and his fingertip ran up slightly, pressing more, and Gojo’s lips were just a breath away…

“We’re here, Sir, my Lady.”

Fuck.

You two shot apart, and you struggled to catch your breath, adjusting your dress, gulping down one more glass for good measure. Gojo adjusted his pants, not even looking at you, clearing his throat. You cursed as you saw his tie.

“You can’t tie a tie for shit, Satoru.” You leaned over to him, pulling it apart gently and re-tying it. You noticed his Adam's apple bob up and down. He was quiet. Satoru Gojo, quiet. “There.”

“Thanks.” He said gruffly, and your eyes met.

What the fuck just happened?

Kiyotaka opened the door, exposing them to some cool night air, and you got out, curious just how the fuck this birthday night was going to go.

Chapter 2

Completed fic on ao3, will post chaps on here as well

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/140629990

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Mortality: Chapter Four, Voices

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[Three] [Four] [Five]

I wake up harshly from the sun shining on my face. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I was laying in Bella's room on her bed. I stare outside the window for a moment. Then turning to check the time. It was 11, my eyes widen. "Shit!" I hurry off the bed, running down stairs and into my room.

"Woah, slow down! Slow down!" My dad yells after me. I say a quick apology after closing my door. I throw on a long sleeve and cargo pants. Trying to do my hair quickly. Knowing it's going to look a hot mess either way.

I grab my shoes on my way out, putting them on as I walk. Looking stupid as I do so. "Be careful, [Name]. Jesus." Charlie scoffs from the couch, his eyes on the tv. "Sorry, I'm late to meet up with Billy and Sam." I grab my keys and helmet. "Jacket, [Name]." He ignores what I said. I roll my eyes, heading back to my room and grabbing the stupid leather jacket. "Tell them I say hi." He takes a drink of his beer as I leave the house.

I throw the jacket on, putting the helmet on, knowing this will securely ruin my hair for the day. I start the bike and speed off.

I get to the Rez, eyes already on me from the people who stand outside or sit in their cars. Just like always. Always curious now.

Not negative like it used to be in my vampire days. I pull into Billy's driveway, kicking the stand down and leaving my helmet on the bike. I jog up to the front door. Knocking annoyingly loud.

The door swings open, "girl, calm down." Billy huffs, moving over so I can walk in. Every Sunday we've been doing these lunches so Billy and Sam can gather information about Hybrids. Learn more for their people. I agreed after the fight with the newborns. Sam and I sort of becoming friends. More, friendly allies. But it's something more than before. Nothing without another pair of eyes though.

"Sorry I'm late, had a last minute date last night. Got drunk as-" I pause as I catch the fact that I'm in front of my dad's best friend. "I got drunk off the fun vibes I had." I attempt to fix what was already broken. He snorts out a laugh. "I'm hiding a lot from your dad, hun. You getting drunk is definitely not my top priority." He leads me into his kitchen, Sam already sitting there. Writing something down. "Finally, you're here." He comments, not looking up at either of us. Just finishing a sentence on the paper.

"Yeah, yeah. Where's the food I was promised." I sit down on one of the chairs, opposite to both of them. "Eaten, you're 30 minutes late." Sam simply tells me, my jaw drops, shocked. "Go get her the dang food." Billy nudges him, my expression changes immediately. The large man sighs, getting up and getting my food from the microwave that sat there to keep warm.

"Thank you, Billy." I nod my head to him before digging into the amazing food. "No thank you to the person who just placed it before you?" Sam questions me with an attitude. I glance up with food in my mouth. Acting like I'm thinking for a moment before shaking my head.

"No." I mutter.

"All right, you two." Billy stops us from continuing. "[Name], has anything new happened?" He asks me, I stare at my food. Wondering if I should bring up the eye thing. Everything has been good lately. So... amazing. "I, I don't know." I shrug my shoulders, finishing up my food. I was hungry after last night. I'm grateful we don't get hungover but it definitely leaves some sort of effect. "You seem to know something." Sam says.

I glare at him then throw my head back. "It's small, means nothing probably." They stare at me to just tell them what it is. "At my sister's wedding my eyes changed color. Don't think it happened again though so. Nothing to worry about." I stand up, taking care of my plate. They didn't respond so I turn around to see them sharing glances with one another.

"Don't tell me it's something that's going to cause me pain. I'd rather die." I hide my face in my hands, throwing my head back dramatically. "No, we- We don't know what it means. Sit down." Billy sighs out, pointing to the chair I was just sitting in.

"Have you been doing anything different? Your diet? Anything?" Sam asks in a slightly aggressive tone, my body stiffens uncomfortable. I've been eating human food along with animal blood. Nothing truly different. I shake my head. "I mean I haven't been able to shift into my wolf form since the fight with the newborns." I bite my bottom lip. Not thinking of what else it could be.

"Why?" Billy tilts his head to the side. "It's uncomfortable. The feeling of being a wolf, also my clothes ripping. I don't have the money to keep dealing with that shit." I cross my arms, leaning back in my seat. Sam snorts out a laugh. "Do you know what color they were changing to?" He asks. I shake my head. "Just a lighter color than the contacts I usually wear." I tell them simply.

Then I hear voices outside, they were almost as clear as day but muffled from the houses structure. "I'm surprised they... along." I hear Embry's voice. I scrunch my eyebrows. Not listening to the two in front of me anymore. "I mean Sam's never.... [Name] just doesn't...." I can't make out what he's saying but I know that was Jacob. "We used to be best friends. I defintely..." I stand up suddenly, looking outside but I don't see anyone. I huff. "[Name]?"

"I'll be right back." I put a hand up, running outside. Where are they and why are their voices so loud. Like it's in my head. Like when I was a wolf speaking to Sam. I search the outside, I see in the tree line there's Jacob, Embry, and Seth but in their wolf forms. I furrow my eyebrows.

Wondering if they just turned or something. "Is their lunch over?" Seth asks and my eyes widen. "Why does she look scared?" Seth's wolf form goes to walk closer but I back up. "I don't know." Jacob says, his eyes piercing into mine. Then his own eyes widen when he sees I looked at him when he spoke. "It's like she can understand us." Embry makes a joke but Jacob huffs at him.

"Woah, what the hell." Embry puts two and two together. I begin to panic and make my way back inside the house. The three were yelling after me to stop but I don't listen. I grab my keys. "I have to go." I say, heading back to the door but Sam stops me. "What happened?"

"My stomach hurts. Gotta use the bathroom." I lie. "Just use it here." Billy interjects but I shake my head. "I need the comfort of my own. Sorry to cut this short." I put my head down and leave the house. Rushing to my bike. Quickly starting it. I look back to see Jacob running towards me but I already sped off. Holding my helmet in my hand. Putting it on as I drove on the road.

"Man, why can't I get a damn break!" I yell, speeding even more on my bike. Gripping the handles. Only slowing down when I know I'm getting close to home. Once I pull into the drive way I turn the engine off, harshly kicking up the kick stand and throwing my helmet to the ground. I start kicking the dirt. I feel my body get hot, the sweat sticking to my jacket so that was the next thing I ripped off.

I want to scream but I don't want my dad coming outside. The only thing that made it worse was the rain that began to fall. My body got so hot it was steaming due to the coldness of the droplets that fell on me. I clench my fists, angrily storming into the backyard then into the woods.

I make sure I'm far enough in the trees and begin swinging at anything I could. Breaking off tree branches and swinging those into rocks, breaking them like they were fragile glass. I was seething. I couldn't calm myself down. I didn't even understand why I was so angry. I feel myself getting hotter as it goes on though. The rain overstimulating me. I throw my long sleeve shirt off, leaving me in my sports bra.

My chest was heaving up and down like I had just ran a mile, it didn't look like it was calming down any time soon either. I think of everything that's been going on lately. I try to think of Alice and Jasper to bring my spirits up but nothing was working. I knew what was going to happen so I took my pants off. I'm just glad I got myself in the woods or I'd look like a fucking weirdo. I still do.

I let my instincts take over and I transform into a wolf. I snarl at the air, I sense two figures coming up on me and I growl turning around. I immediately stop myself seeing it's Alice and Jasper. I was still breathing heavily but seeing them made something in me soften. They were not even cautious as they came up to me. "Hey, it's okay." Jasper mutters, my wolf form whimpers, backing away from them. "You can come back as you, I brought a blanket. I had a vision, I knew something was wrong." Alice lifts a blanket that came from my bed. I close my eyes, calming myself down enough to transform back into my normal body. She instantly covers me and kisses my face.

Jasper grabs my clothes from the ground.

He gives me my shirt first and I throw it on while still covering my lower half. He then hands me my pants and I give the blanket back over to Alice as I pull them up. "What happened?" Jasper asks me, I let out a breath.

"Another stupid Hybrid bullshit thing!" I loudly exclaim. I feel a cold hand move up and down my back, soothing me. "Sorry, it's that eye thing. I guess it meant something." I rolled my eyes, taking my blanket back. Rain was still pouring down on us as we walked to my house.

"What did it mean?" Alice raises a brow. "Means that I can't stop being a wolf or my eyes will change colors and I can hear the pack when they're in their wolf form and I am not. It also means that my anger somehow intensifies which I didn't know could be even worse than it already is." I tell them in an annoyed tone. The feeling of wanting to throw things around came back and I took a deep breath. "I'm so over finding out new shit every few months. I would like to live a normal immortal existence but that's too much to ask for." I snort a laugh, not believing that anything I just said is my actual reality.

"You will eventually. The first couple of years is finding who you are. Certain things. It gets better." We stand in front of my bed room window. I lean against the house, the rain sprinkling down on us. "That's good to know I guess." I sigh out, holding onto the blanket, covering myself with it.

"I knew it's been too good for comfort. Wishful thinking that we could be good for a while." I want to slide down to the ground but Jasper pulls me into his arms. "Let's get you inside, my darlin." He whispers in my ear, Alice opens the window and she takes my blanket so I can climb inside.

I didn't notice them giving each other glances before climbing inside themselves house themselves.

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This one is shorter than usual lately.

There is sort of a reason for that. The eye thing is just another thing to stress [Name] out. It’s not going to be a huge plot line.

Also super excited for this book. You guys are going to hate me for the ending but teehee :)

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[borathae]

which one of bts do you think would be more into a 24/7 dinamic (d/s)

I don’t think any of them would be really into that 🤔 idk maybe it’s because I'm not into it, so I can’t really see them liking it either but I don’t think any of them could be into that kinda thing. Especially not with their busy schedules, they wouldn’t really have the time to truly live in a "constant kink, set rules, fixed roles and different levels of power" dynamic.

But to still give you something cause we love to fantasise on here, Imma give you a "who would want to have a set day in the week for kink with a 24/7 (24/1) kinda dynamic" MTL list

Most

Yoongi

Jimin

Jungkook

Namjoon

Hoseok

Taehyung

Seokjin

Least

Yoongi -> either as a pillow prince sub who also wants to be roughed up a little and spend ages between your legs lapping at your sweetness with his fingers oh so wet from pumping them into you or a Daddy Dom with some Findom princess treatment as well. He'd probably want to buy you everything you want, cook for you, bathe you where he sits behind you and goes oh so delicately and it slowly turns into sexy touches and slow kisses before he has his hand between your legs drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you, maybe even with his hands around your throat gently. help. (yeah besties we have reached the point where I finally accept that I like that he might be into that. Don’t look at me, I still need to cope with my own kink developments, also i am talking TRUE Daddy Dom aka a loving safe caretaker vibe without the toxic heteronormativ take on the kink obviously, also no age play)

Jimin -> I see him as a teasing, flirty babyboy (not age play just a cutie patootie) who wants to sit on your lap or face he also wants to get pegged until he can't cum anymore i said what i said or if he Doms as a soft Dom with a imma take care of you but also tease the fuck outta you kinda vibe who would probably slide his hand in your panties every now and then throughout the day to give you an orgasm and then act all nonchalant again while you are literally all ruined, before he ends the day with passionate sex in the sheets fnnd

Jungkook -> prettiest subbbb who just wants to push his limits and give so mucccch like it's giving hours of oral, thigh riding, cockriding where he doesn't get to cum, also bondage and some painplay i said what i said or complete soft Dom giving princess treatment and rough sex later *dies* like fuckkckc he'd just treat you so well throughout the day, give you neck kisses and do something soft like do your hair or your skincare for you BEFORE he literally ruins you in the sheets

Namjoon -> another canditate for true Daddy Dom or if he subs, I see him as a service sub babyboy a'la "i'm a smol and fragile cuddlebean" I feel like he needs to feel small (not age wise but size wise) sometimes and he'd want to use the day to be your little cutie with lots of cuddles and soft, meaningful sex later. As a Daddy Dom I feel like he'd want to rub your feet and give you slow oral on the couch, then read a book to you as he strokes your hair before making you ride him slowly, like he's giving soft but sexy

Hoseok -> lowkey I feel like he'd be mean (sexy) and just use the day to edge the fuck outta you and the night to fuck orgasm after orgasm outta you. I lowkey think he doesn’t sub a lot but if he does, he'd want the same treatment, but he'd be a lot whinier about it jfjadsj. he wouldn't want to leave the house the entire day and would probs already wake you up with his mouth on your sweetness like you and he would feel DONE once the day is over. this day is a sex day for him where he'd probably forget that it's about a D/s dynamic in the middle of it, which is why I put him so low. he just wants to fuccck

Taehyung -> surprise I put him quite low, but I feel like he wouldn’t really see the thrill in it. He would rather dedicate a day to romancing and the night to passionate sex. What he could enjoy is some findom where he takes you shopping and decides what you can and can't have, that could work for him. If he subs, I see him liking the day more because then, he'd want you to be artsy with him and he can look pretty for you

Seokjin -> I genuinely can’t see him liking it, he'd be all like "can’t we just do something else? Go somewhere fun, eat something yummy and then just dedicate a few hours to sex later?" if the dynamic truly has to happen 24 hours he'd want it reduced to petnames (like only calling each other Madam/Sir or babygirl/boy) for most of it and then dedicate a few hours to sex where more kink happens

[sophiesonlinediary]

Official TTPD Review

Fortnight - Such a vibe with headphones on, but still far from being my favorite though. I'm quite shocked this is the first single but I do really like it now at the second listen, still sad post malone didn't get his own verse i was excited for that :/

The Tortured Poets Department - The charlie puth mention really ruined verse 2 for me sadly, but the bridge ruined my life "At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finge. And put it on the one people put wedding rings on. And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding" LIKE WTF HEART = BROKEN the title of the song is really cool but i dont know i wasnt expecting the song to sound like this.

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - I think this may be my second least favorite from this album i dont understand why i didnt really like this song. Maybe it was the vibe of the song and sound especially the choruses which sadly didnt hit. i love how she wrote about a rocky relationship in this song. I feel like this one will definetly be a grower

Down Bad - literally one of my favorites from the whole album. Maybe it's cause the sound feels familiar to me kind off like midnights vibe. But wow that chorus is amazing truly so catchy and the lyrics like wow. i love this song so muchhhh

So Long, London - Not what I expected but still so heartbreakingly pretty. I love her voice in this song it's so pretty and the lyrics are so good oh my god. I swear the verse 3's in this album are vile. "I died on the altar waitin' for the proof" like god damn this whole song is amazing.

But Daddy I Love Him - I loved this song so fucking much. When she said "I'm having his babies" my face dropped and then she hit me with "no not really but you should see your faces" was really fun i'll probably never forget that. i believe this song is of everyone trying to decide her love life for her. And her being like fuck you guys it's my life and you have to accept it and i love her for that!

Fresh Out The Slammer - Those choruses are so good man especially the second one is so good and so me. On first listen this one isn't very memorable but still really good. Now that i've listened to it more like i love this song so much too and the bride ahhh <333

Florida !!! - Ok so maybe i'm a little biased but man this one is so fucking good. I have loved Florence and Taylor for years so like them collaborating was like everything and more. I have now listened to the song like thrice and wowwwww i love it so muchhhhh. Taylor, Florence, Fl welcomes you with open arms man. And like verse 3 was so good their song writing skills are out of this world.

Guilty As Sin? - What an interesting song, like man, idk how to feel. I love the chorus fs. I've come to interpret this song as her having thoughts of a man who possibly isn't available per say or it's just something that can never happen between the two but the want for eachother is there. "They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly" I love this lyric btw and the chorus right after like wowwww

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me - ME IM SCARED WTF. Her screaming that line was everything and like the second half of the song is so incredible like wow. also this line has stuck with me since last night "Then we could all just laugh until I cry" ALSO THE ASYLUM WHERE THEY RAISED ME SDJNVFI. I love how she's kind of portraying herself in this song as like the stereotypical scary neighbor in movies. At least that's how I saw it. The whole bridge is incredible and magnificent I adore this song.

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - GIRL NO YOU CANT AND IM SO HAPPY YOU ACCEPTED THAT. Once I got past the point that this song is about ratty healy I really liked it. it's vibes are so good and the imagery is amazing.

loml - what if i said this should've been track 5. This was the only song in the album I cried to on first listen. It hit me like a bullet and I will never forgive cat lady swift for not preparing me for this song. Literally so fucking hurtful i'm screaming oh my lord. I- no im never getting over this song, sorry not sorry. And the fact "They almost had it all" but there life was cut short aka the relationship ended oh god kill me.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. This song is heartbreaking don't let the production fool you, the lyrics want to make you rip you're hair out. And you know what i'll be dancing to this song with a broken heart. "The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night. I can show you lies" it's giving mirrorball like augh i love this song so much!!! and the chorus is everything "I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague" SO FUCKING REAL.

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - DRAG HIS ASS TAYLOR YEAHHHH. HELLO WTF THIS SONG IS SO GOOD AND FOR ALL OF U HATING ON IT U JUST DONT GET IT THE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVENESS IS EVERYTHINGGGG. mad woman you'd be proud asf. also my religion mentioned as a tongue in cheek to his anti religion views 👏

The Alchemy - I'm not gonna talk about this song much but like I didn't like it at all, i'm sorry. It sounds like one of those Kelce parody songs 😭

Clara Bow - Not the name-dropping herself, damn. I wanna manifest that second pre-chorus btw 🤞 i need to see the light of manhattan. I truly love this song and I can tell it's very personal to her. she's had such an unbelievable career it's always interesting when she writes about it. loved this as the album closer!

this is my ttpd review. remember im just a girl who's only listened to this album twice so please dont drag me for these opinions. gonna do the anthology later!

[shiorilizzy]

My thoughts about Wriothesley

Literally my thoughts about him, and his personality when I play the game.

He had a wonderful childhood, before he knew the truth. He thought he was the lucky child in the world, had been adopted and lived happily with silbling.

Based on his personality when we get close to him (and his sense of humor), I think he used to be a talkative child. Not the energetic one but the one who has a positive, extrovert vibe. I can image Wriothesley, in the past, giving newcomers a sweet and encouraging smile while walking them around the house.

So well-behaved *sob*

His smile used to be so pure and sweet, kind. I think in a normal life, Wriothesley could be a kind entrepreneur or a nice, helpful officer. He is easy-going and willing to help others.

So when he knew the truth, it devasted him. Imagine your dear parents, your saviors, your most loved ones, you used to swear that you would protect them when you grow up, but actually use you like livestock. He would feel like a clown. He was furious from the betrayal. I’m sure it ruins every memory, warm feeling of him about childhood. I can imagine how struggling he was (or is) to endure the thought that his dear memory was nothing but fake.

Think about a lively teenager who suddenly lost everything. He couldn’t rely on anybody or anything. He must be angry so much. Why now? Why did they lie? Why they were careless to let him know the truth? Why?

I think Wriothesley, sometimes, just sometimes, wishes that he could die without knowing the truth. So he could remain as a pure boy who had a beautiful childhood.

But nothing can undo, his memory about his childhood now was stained by the dirty truth. He may talk about his past with ease now but it still bothers him.

After all those years, he still healing and comforting his wounds. He avoids touching it or digs deeper into it. He even doesn’t connect with any of his “silblings”, knowing that helping them could hurt him more.

Living in the fortress taught him that everyone has their own story, their own reason, well most of them. So do his “parents”, but he doesn’t want to understand that, he doesn’t want to empathize with them. If he does, who will empathize with him? Who will bring back his pure childhood to him? Who will let him have a life as a “clean profile” citizen? No one. So just let him despite them.

 That’s why he went himself to the criminal house in the teaser. He wants to protect that child’s world so she can live a happy life, unlike him. When that girl gets older, she will understand her father's guilt.

Although Wriothesley is an easy and sassy guy, he will bonk whoever tells children that Santa Clause isn’t real.

Overall, Wriothesley is deeply hurt and he is trying his best to heal that trauma. I know every character in Genshin has an unforgettable past but hyv did really well at Wriothesley’s. I can feel his pain and struggle through every single line. (or maybe because I like him too much ig lmao)

Wriothesley is smart with craft things. If whoever plays Tears of Themis, you will understand what I mean. Wriothesley plays with materials just like Luke. We can bring him a broken clock and he will fix it as if his hobby. Maybe he will even add more functions to that clock lmao. (Something like an alarm when is tea-time).

Wriothesley admits that he has trust issues and most of his friends are not human. I guess they are Melusines. They may be weird a little bit and cannot understand or act like humans, but Wriothesley can trust them since they are not as greedy as humans

As a happy boy he used to be, Wriothesley loves playing =))) He enjoys his daytime with many entertainment. He will delay work till night if it’s not urgent. He is smart enough to be lazy.

One more reason is he wants to sleep faster. If he does the work at night, it will drain his energy. As soon as he flops on the bed, he falls asleep. Better if he is tired enough that he can’t even dream of anything. He doesn’t want to sleep alone in bed, thinking about his life, past life.

Omg please Wrio let me hug you. I will pamper you into sleep every night QAQ.

Lmao he has a sweet tooth. I thought he likes the bitterness of the tea when I heard that he drinks it usually until I see this. Ptff men are just bigger boys.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

The Secret's out Part 4

An: I have no Idea how this started out as Christian and the readers' relationship getting leaked to becoming a whole ass horror movie. This will most likely be the last part! This part is also written in Christian’s pov because I felt like switching it up! Hope you enjoy and thank you all for the love on this story! 

Word count: 2153

Warnings: Violence, swearing, weapons, serious stalking, overall horror vibes

Summary: LuFisto kept her promise, making sure to make Y/n’s life miserable. Death threats, stalking and harassment ruining the family. It didn’t help that she was 8 months pregnant and now on bed rest. What happens when one stormy night their worst nightmare comes true. 

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Christian’s Pov: 

I remember Y/n telling me about the night terrors she used to get when she was a kid. They had gotten so bad that she got sent to a sleep clinic, which seemed to do the trick. Now here we are 25 years later experiencing the same thing. Although she said they were not the same as when she was a kid, she didn’t wake up screaming or crying but the waking up in a cold sweat, confusion, scared, paranoia and insomnia remained. It hurt me seeing her like this. 

I wasn’t a doctor but I knew this stress wouldn't be good for the baby. This drama with LuFisto had gone too far, she was sending us death threats. Isla was getting home schooled and Y/n was always worried that someone was out to get her. Of course if you have a stalker one of the first things you would do is get the hell away from wherever it was you were. In the meantime while Y/n and I looked for somewhere else to move we upgraded our security. Most nights having a car outside the home. Although the price was ridiculous I didn’t care we could afford it and if it helped Y/n’s peace of mind I didn’t care. This whole situation was ruining my family. 

Currently I sat in the kitchen, phone in hand. I had called the police for the third time this week and because no one had physically done anything they couldn't help. Just as I was about to head upstairs I noticed Y/n sleeping on the couch. Poor thing hadn't slept in days, doctors advising her to remain in bed for the duration of her pregnancy due to all of the stress. I placed a blanket over her and sat next to her. “I promise, everything is going to be ok. I am going to fix things” I knew Y/n was asleep and won't be able to hear me but my words were true. I took to twitter giving my two cents. ‘I am sick and tired of LuFisto and her goons harassing my family. I’m sure everyone knows that Y/n has done nothing wrong here. She is eight months pregnant and on bedrest because of your bull shit. You have been continuing to stalk us for months and I will be filling a restraining order. My daughter is getting homeschooled and I am not working because of your bullshit. I honestly don’t get it, it has been over a year and we are still dealing with your shit. I would appreciate it if you leave me and my family alone.’ 

I decided that I would join Y/n on the couch this evening. No way I was going to wake her up. Just as I was starting to get comfortable I heard Isla calling me. “Daddy, there is a monster under my bed” I went into her room and turned on the lights, searching under the bed and all over the room proving that there were no monsters. Hoping that she would go back to bed. Just as I was about to leave something caught my eye. I went to the window in Isla’s room and swear I saw someone standing outside next to the large tree in the backyard. I immediately ran outside and was greeted by nothing. I searched the whole yard looking for anything, nothing. By the time I came back inside Y/n had awoken and she was comforting a scared Isla. “Is everything ok?” She asked. I lied, not wanting to scare my already terrified daughter and get Y/n worked up about probably nothing. “Everything is fine. Isla, how about you sleep in our room tonight? Grab your blanket and your stuffies and meet us in our room ok?” She instantly took me up on the offer running up the stairs to grab her things. I walked over to the sliding door to the back yard and made sure it was locked. “You saw it too, didn’t you?” Y/n asked me as she walked up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You see I’m not crazy. You can see it too, what do you think it wants?” For the past few day’s Y/n had claimed to have seen something outside during the night. I went and looked for whatever it was she saw and always found nothing, this time I saw it with my own eyes. I didn’t know what to even say. I wasn’t scared, more creeped out, I was mainly angry at the fact that we had a stalker. “I don’t know” was the only words I could say. My brain was too invested in whatever it was that I saw. “How much longer until we can leave?” Y/n asked me as she lit some incense. I turned to look at her, meeting her green eyes before I looked at the boxes around the room. We had finally found a place to move, hopefully it would be temporary until we found a nicer home but the sooner we got out of this place the better. “Mover’s are coming next week, hopefully we get everything done within a day” I told her. Y/n gave me a sad smile before saying “We should go to bed, busy day tomorrow” to which I followed her. I tried to sleep but the uneasy feeling of being watched never left. 

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It had been a few days since I saw that creature outside. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Everything had pretty much been packed away in boxes, waiting for the movers to take our things for the new home. I woke up this morning with a gut feeling that something was wrong and I knew Y/n felt it too. I sent Isla to be with my mother for the weekend so she didn’t need to deal with this. I felt like my life had become some kind of horror movie. Hard rain and fog setting the mood for this spring day. Y/n had been clensing the house everyday for the past few months, I’m not too sure exactly how that stuff works but I know Y/n. I trusted her that whatever witchcraft she was doing would help in some way. Last night the house alarm went off and I swear I heard someone walking downstairs but when I got there I saw nothing. That had been going on for the past two nights in a row and something told me today would be no different. I went downstairs to grab a few flashlights and lanterns in case the power went out due to the storm.

 As I looked in the dark closet I heard something. It sounded like someone had left the tv on. Going into our home theater I watched the image that played on the tv. It was Y/n’s and LuFisto’s match. That was weird, I was pretty sure no one went down there today and I just found it weird how of all the things that had to be playing. It freaked me out, the weird things just kept happening. Just then I heard Y/n scream. “Christian!, Christian, There is someone in the pool. Christian Cage I swear-!” I ran up the stairs to try and get to Y/n. I guess the basement door closed behind me and for some reason it didn’t open. We didn’t have a lock on the door or anything but It felt as if someone was leaning against the door, preventing me from opening it. When I finally got the door open I saw Y/n running towards me. “There is someone outside, floating in the pool.” I started walking towards the backdoor when I stopped in my tracks. There was something outside. I saw what looked like a person floating face down in our swimming pool. Whatever it was looked dead, I looked away for a second, going to reach the biggest knife we had to confront whatever it was that was outside. Just then I heard “It moved” I looked back and it was gone. Still, I told Y/n to call the cops and I went into the backyard. When I came back Y/n had tears in her eyes. “I promise I’m not crazy. You believe me right?” I knew what I saw, she was not crazy and if she was then I was crazy too. “No honey, I believe you” I told her, trying to give her a hug despite the bump in the way. 

For a few moments we just stood there in silence, just then I felt a kick. “Did you feel that?” 

“Yeah, she’s been very active” I knew it was only a matter of time before our daughter would be born and we had to create some stability within our life. This is no way to raise a child. 

Just then I felt my stomach drop. I heard glass shattering and looked up to see the glass sliding door that led to the backyard had shattered. Someone threw a brick wrapped in some sort of material through the glass, landing only a few feet away from us. Now it really felt like a horror movie. The storm had died down but night came fast, darkness surrounding us. With just my luck the power just had to shut off and I heard it. Footsteps, the porch creaked as the footsteps became louder and closer. “The cops are on their way right?” I asked Y/n “Yeah I called them, hopefully they will come soon” I grabbed the knife and Y/n stood behind me holding a bat. “I am going to kill that fucker” I muttered mostly to myself. 

In a matter of minutes that thing stood in front of me. Although it wasn’t armed you could tell that it wanted to inflict harm. Y/n and I stood back to back, she faced the front door and I faced the back. Just then the doorbell rang. “Why did you let me get that creepy doorbell?” Y/n asked, as the bell rang throughout the mostly empty house. She went to the door, trying to look at who it was, hopefully it was the cops. Of course it wasn’t, It was LuFisto. “It’s LuFisto, I’m still going to open the door. I’m going to bash that bitches brains in with this bat” I heard Y/n yell. 

She opened the door and like she said, whacked LuFisto in the head with the bat, causing her to fall to her knees. Y/n just kept hitting her with the bat, causing LuFisto to scream out in agony. On my end the mutated person who stood in front of me did nothing. Standing a few feet in front of me doing nothing. Just then the creature pulled a gun out of its pocket, shit. “Umm Y/n, I think you should stop” She turned and I heard the bat drop. She saw the gun pointed directly at her. I never broke, keeping eye contact with the creacher standing confidently showing that I was not scared even though I was terrified.

Just then as if on cue, I hear sirens coming down the street. Finally, just then I heard a shot. I looked and thankfully Y/n was fine. The bullet had completely missed, hitting the front window next to the door instead. Just then I heard several police officers enter and they yelled to drop our weapons to which I did no problem. The creacher did not. 

I stood next to Y/n as we watched LuFisto and that thing get arrested and put into the back of a cop car. We both gave our statements and handed over all of the security footage we had. Luckily for us everything was on film. Weeks of stalking and harassment filmed as proof, hopefully leading to some serious jail time. For the first time in a long time I felt relieved, things should go back to normal. We were safe now. 

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The past year has been the craziest year of my life. It didn’t even seem real, this was something from a sick movie. If this taught me anything it would be to live in the moment and not take things for granted. Hold the ones you love close and remind them how much they mean to you. This whole experience made me realize how much I loved Y/n, the things we went through together making our bond stronger than it was before. I was so in love with her and would do anything for her, anything for this baby. Anything to keep them safe, this sick and twisted experience made me realize I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Y/n. I was going to Marry her!

[virnuileva-peto]

Hello! I wrote a Käärijä fanfic.

Content warning for self-doubt, swearing and sad thoughts that can ruin your memories of Kaivohuone gig. Don't like = don't read!

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One last time

Summary: Käärijä misses the way his gigs looked before he became famous and after a bunch of sad thoughts decides to perform Cha Cha Cha in the crowd at Kaivohuone.

First person POV, 713 words, choppy style. Very sad! Proceed only if you like sad writing!!! Mostly inner monologue but there is some plot there too, I swear!

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Shivers.

This crowd goes crazy. Excitement, joy, satisfaction, all these kinds of feelings pouring out of them. And rightfully so - this was one of the best gigs this summer, if not the best one.

The crew did a fantastic job. The vibe landed just right. The audience, welcoming and magnifying everything they received, giving it back to further power up the performance.

Both sides of the barrier resonating until it all started vibrating, shaking, quaking, inevitably leading to a disaster.

Break it down and be free.

The fans are having the time of their lives. They got everything they wished for and more. Surely they will remember this night forever. Sweat, spit, tears, screams. Photos, livestreams, gifts, memories. The whole club is completely filled with cheering and ecstatic shouts. And yet, even in this tightly packed atmosphere of celebration and fulfillment, something is jarringly missing.

Weirdly enough, it used to feel so much more complete and satisfying before this craze started. Back when there was only the front row at the gigs. Back when it was still possible to jump into the crowd and go wild, constantly in direct contact with the audience, almost tangibly feeling the energy flowing into the people and returning back in a feast of show and applause, performance and appreciation.

This was the norm before. Then this whole circus started, filling every waking second with duties, forcing the awareness to lag a few months behind. Only now it becomes obvious that this is all long gone. Now there is only security and bodyguards and barricades and limits.

The feel of longing to bring this back invites a thought to come to the surface. An oddly familiar thought, whose shadow for weeks has accompanied my every attempt at guessing the exact distance between the fence and the stage, but never bold enough to make me actually think it.

This will only get worse. I can no longer deny it. And the thought soon spawns another one: this will never come back.

I did not expect that in order to live my dream and conquer the biggest stages I will have to sacrifice what now might turn out to be my very soul. So damn cruel and wrong that I cannot have both. It's either sold-out venues filled with crowd partying like they never had before, or the ability to experience it alongside them. Impossible to decide, and once I choose one of them, the other is gone. This is bullshit.

Stop. Wait.

Who said I cannot have both?

There is one song left for tonight. Last chance to try and combine the best sides of my current and past life. Right here, right now. Let's do it as it's supposed to be done.

Insane.

Is it selfish? Is it the alcohol? Is it safe? Isn't it my own show after all, damn it?!

I'm doing it. Into the crowd, further, hotter, right in the middle. This is where everything will be fixed. This is where I return to life.

Not even Jesse's frightened face can stop me now. Shit, I hope nothing happens to me. If I die here, he will kill me.

And everything he and the whole crew will tell me afterwards will be absolutely true. This is ridiculous, risky, stupid, outrageous, and I know, and I agree! They will never allow it to happen again, and I will never try to do it again.

Fuck, this really is my last chance. This will never return. Just this one gig and I will have to part with my soul. Only the outer shell will continue into the future, selling music as a product, making money, never feeling complete again.

And if this thing right now doesn't work out, I won't even have anything to remember. Forced to live in the spotlight, smiling and accepting compliments, praised as successfull and fulfilled despite never really reaching the dream.

Is it so?

No, stop, wait, come on!

Stop.

What am I doing? Mourning things that did not happen?

Not a chance. Fuck it, we ball.

The audience is ready to have their minds blown. This is already the best gig of their whole lives.

I can make this the best gig of my own life as well.

Let's go.

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[blckbarbiedoll]

Ghost Of You (M.B.)-Chapter 19

I Bet On Losing Dogs

2019-Chicago, Illinois

Half a year had passed since the chaotic Christmas dinner. Donna's house was now fixed, and she was stable enough to watch Sophia and Eva for the night while the adults went out.

Angie finished up her makeup in the bathroom mirror, trying to get herself together in time.

"Holy shit." Natalie sighed, looking in the mirror. "I'm getting married next week."

"You're getting married next week." Angie grinned.

"Am I making the right decision?"

"What?"

"You've been married for like ever. What do you think?"

"I think you shouldn't compare any marriage to mine."

"True. A few months ago, you guys were on the verge of killing each other."

"We still are. We just hide it better."

"Do you think I'm gonna regret this?"

"You want me to be honest?" Angie grabbed her friend's hands.

"Please."

"Marriage is hard. It's really fucking hard. But spending the rest of your life with the person you love makes it so worth it. Natalie, you love Pete. He's a great guy. He makes you happy. You won't regret that."

Nat smiled and hugged her tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

'Knock, knock'

"Hey, we gotta go!" Richie called from the hallway.

The women exited the bathroom, Nat going downstairs. Angie leaned against the wall and smiled at Richie.

"Hi."

"Hey. You mind if I hide up here with you for a sec."

"I thought we had to go."

"I just needed an excuse to come upstairs."

"You okay?"

"It's just Tiff." He sighed, running his hands over his face. "She's pissed at me."

"What'd you do?"

"Nothing. We've just been getting into it lately."  He looked at Angie and saw her sympathetic expression. "But we're fine."

"You sound like me."

"I'm fine, Ange. You don't gotta worry about me."

"Oh, come on, Richie." She reached out to touch his arm. "I'm always gonna worry about you." 

"Hey." Mikey called from the stairs. "What's going on?"

"We're just catching up, man."

"Well can you do it downstairs? We got a party to get to."

"We're coming."

After Mikey went back downstairs, Angie turned to Richie and sighed. "Will you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Will you watch out for him tonight? I know it's a party, but I really don't like it when he drinks all night and mixes it with his pills. I mean, you remember what happened at Christmas."

"Don't worry. I'll keep him straight." 

She wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

🤍

"You're being weird."

Angie looked up from her half empty glass. "Huh?"

"I said you're being weird!" Tiffany restated. "Why're you so quiet?"

"I'm tired."

"It's nine o'clock." Nat told her.

"Look I don't wanna ruin the vibe. This is a bachelorette party, not therapy."

"Why can't it be both?"

"You don't wanna hear about all my shit."

"Is this about Christmas?" Nat asked.

"It's about everything."

"Talk to us." The blonde said. "That's what we're here for."

"I just...I don't know if this is worth it anymore."

"If what is worth it?"

"Staying with him. Because when he's good, he's the best. But when he's bad...I don't even recognize him."

"Oh, honey."

"I just feel so alone." 

"You have us. We're here for whatever you need."

Nat and Tiff softly held Angie as she sobbed into their embrace.

🤍

Angie squinted at the bright bathroom light while she wiped her tear stained face. The door opened and shut as she stepped into the living room.

"Hey. How was it?"

"Fine." Her husband grumbled as he kicked off his shoes.

"I talked to your mom. She said Soph is having the best time with her baby cousin."

"Yeah, I bet." He grabbed a beer from the fridge and leaned against the counter, taking a long sip.

"Michael, what'd I tell you about that?"

"I got a fucking headache, Ange. I can't take the nagging right now."

"You just came from a party."

"Would you get off my ass?"

"Mikey-"

"Maybe I wouldn't have to drink all the time if you would just stop your bitching."

"I can't fucking do this shit. I can't argue about this anymore."

"So why don't you just let me do what I want?"

"Because I don't wanna be married to an addict!" She said with a slight crack in her voice.

"First I was a junkie, now I'm an addict?"

"Yeah, you are!"

"Just 'cause I drink a few beers, and I need to take something for pain makes me an addict?"

"You go through two cases a week! That's what like six a day? That doesn't sound like a problem to you?"

"I'm a fucking adult! Alright? I'm an adult!"

"Where are you getting the pills, Michael?!"

"What?"

"It's been two years! No doctor would prescribe them for that long! Where are you getting them?!"

"Fuck this!" He smashed his bottle on the floor as it shattered across the room. Angie jumped back and tried to avoid the broken glass. "I don't need this shit from you! You think you're so holier than thou just 'cause you're doing okay and I'm struggling?"

"Michael, I have been begging you to talk to me! All I wanna do is help you, but you won't let me!"

"Yeah, like you'd understand!"

"So explain it to me! I am your wife! Don't shut me out! Talk to me, and we'll make this work! We always do! We have to make this work or-"

"Or what?"

"Or I can't do this anymore." She stumbled over her words with tears in her eyes. "I am so sick of fighting with you. I am so sick of sitting here and watching the man I love turn into someone I don't recognize! I don't wanna lose you!"

"I'm right here. I am right here, Angelina! Yet for some reason, you don't see me!"

"I wanna see you!" She sobbed, stepping towards him while she avoided the glass. "I wanna know you again! Just let me know you." She whispered.

The look on his face changed from anger, to guilt. His eyes began to water and he looked up to stop them from falling. She pawed at his shirt and brought him closer to her.

"You were right. I'm just a fucking junkie." He spoke quietly, cupping her face. "I'm sorry I'm such a fucking failure." He pressed his forehead against hers as tears fell onto his cheeks. 

"You're not a failure."

"I'm not a good husband. I'm not a good father. I don't deserve you."

"Shh." She wiped his eyes. "Don't say that."

"Fuck!" He raised his hand up. For a moment, Angie thought he was gonna hit her. He went on to repeatedly slap himself instead.

It truly broke her heart to see her husband like this. "Stop." She grabbed his wrist. "I got you."

"I told you that I wasn't good enough. I told you I wasn't what you needed."

"But you're who I chose. And I would still choose you a million times again."

He cried against her for a while until he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about the bottle. I'll clean it up."

"I'll do it. Just go lay down. I'll meet you in there."

"Okay." He nodded. He lingered in her arms a bit longer before walking into their shared room.

Once he was out of earshot, she sat on the floor away from the glass and sobbed into her hands.

[astrhae]

hi so i just read your hanahaki fic and it ruined me and like i am actually crying it was so so so good but also i read your deleted scene with jespers pov and that was amazing too!! and i saw that you said that you had another deleted scene and i would love to see that too (and any others that you have) if you wanted to share them?

(also i actually adore the entire vibe of your blog it's so pretty)

hi hello thank you so much *slides tissues over* i'm so glad you liked the fic so much and that you liked the deleted scenes too!! there are... quite a lot of them that i literally made an "appendix" section in my word document 😅 this fic truly was a monster to write because of how many scenes and jumps there were, and while that was a whole lot of fun, i also had to test and remove many, many scenes too keep it manageable. most of the deleted scenes are just dialogue without much prose to them though, because i had a Vibe but then realised the fic was going to be too long --- but here's a deleted scene that i polished up just for you 💙 it's in jesper's POV too because you all really are enabling me to write more of that 💕

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“You kept it,” Jesper stared at Wylan.

Wylan’s gaze skittered away, hands clasped behind his back as they stood there, side by side, at the threshold of the mansion’s storeroom. He looked every bit a mercher, now: all the soft lines Jesper used to tease him about were gone, replaced by a gauntness from the sickness.

It had been a month – a month since the embassy, since Wylan had lied still on the bed, and the Shu Princess’ fiancée had come under the cover of the night. Do it, Jesper had told her to save Wylan’s life.

They’ve gone too far for me to save him, she had warned Jesper. This might not work – he might never feel again, never –

Do it, Jesper had repeated. Wylan had wanted this, had counted his own life worth more than his heart, and Jesper had to agree. Jesper had to be grateful that Grisha didn’t get sick: if Wylan came out of this not being able to love, then at least Wylan came out of this.

Then Jesper would still love him, anyway, whatever happened.

So she had done it, and Jesper had watched as a delirious, barely conscious Wylan had coughed and coughed – Wylan wouldn’t remember it, later, feverish and shivering, from both the sickness and the canal waters, and Jesper had promised, over and over again: I love you, I love you, I love you.

And Wylan, eyes clouded with fever, had tipped his head blindly toward Jesper’s voice, and apologized.

Now – now, a month since, Wylan was still recovering. He showed no signs that he remembered any of it. Jesper had been careful not to linger, unsure if Wylan wanted him, but he had stayed in one of the guest rooms that Marya had forced him into.

They ate meals together, Wylan staring at Jesper silently all the while before he disappeared again into his rooms, closing himself off as Kaz scrambled to keep the business afloat and Jesper tried to keep out of the way. With Nikolai and Zoya pleased that things had gone as smoothly as they could, Jesper wasn’t expected back in Ravka anytime soon, and he stayed in Ketterdam to pick up what pieces he could, trying to at last keep his promises.

Marya showed him the cracks in the house – the places where paint had started peeling, floorboards creaking, the carriage rattling, and Jesper placed his hand over them. He placed his hand, and called on his blessings: an act of prayer, an act of penance. He couldn’t heal the places where Wylan’s ribs had cracked from the roots that had wrapped around them, but he could at least fix the foundations. Could at least strengthen them.

He hadn’t known what to expect when Wylan had called for him earlier today.

He certainly hadn’t expected Wylan to lead him up to the attic, to show him a room full of everything he’d left behind. All the coins he’d turned into lopsided keys sitting in a jar by the far end of the room, the bullet fragments and shrapnel from his failed attempts at distracting himself. The mess of a canvas from when Jesper had tried to paint for Wylan, all those years ago, eighteen and too young to understand the weight of it. The weight of this.

His powers reached out to them all, now, the room a riot of metal and memory and color, all his hats and all the ledgers from his debts –

Wylan had kept it: all the good things, and the bad.

“I wanted to burn them,” Wylan spoke to him for the first time in weeks. “I wanted to burn it all.”

Jesper took a step inside, his feet leaving footsteps in the dust. “I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

“I broke some of them,” Wylan admitted, staying at the threshold, gaze shifting toward the broken glasses to their right, the shredded fabric, the shattered frames. “But I – I didn’t have anything left.”

When Jesper had left – so quickly he’d terrified even himself – he hadn’t had to time to bring much. He had thought it was for the better: a new start, without all his things, all his memories trapping him. He turned around to face Wylan, now, their past in scattered pieces around them.

Jesper didn’t need any of this. He just needed –

“I would have come home,” Jesper promised again, confession turned into sin, into vice, because even now, he still loved Wylan like an addiction. Like benediction. “I would have come home, if you asked.”

“And you would have resented me for it,” Wylan’s smile was a knife. Jesper wasn’t sure if it was a knife meant to cut Jesper, or himself. Did it matter? Either way, they both hurt.

His powers itched, needing to reach out, crawling beneath his skin, clawing at it. Grisha didn’t get sick: their fevers just burnt through bone, through soul – their powers demanding more than they could give. Wylan couldn’t love again. Not after the sickness. That was fine: Jesper would love him enough for the both of them.

“I already did, a little,” Jesper admitted, because hadn’t Wylan wanted him honest? “I resented you, but I missed you more.”

Wylan studied the floor. Eyes fixed at the distance between them.

“You stayed,” Wylan whispered.

“Do you want me to?”

He had stayed in Ravka for himself, but for Wylan too. He would stay here for himself, and for Wylan too. He owed it to them both to see whatever was left between them through: Wylan wasn’t a debt to be repaid, or a broken thing for Jesper to fix. He was a chance that Jesper wouldn’t let himself lose. Not again.

A strangled noise escaped Wylan, so similar to the cough that Jesper flinched at it –

“I want you to stop hurting,” Wylan said, just as he had all those years ago, when push became shove became fall. And then – “I want to stop hurting.”

Jesper stumbled forward, stumbled closer, pulled into orbit – pulled out of it, until distance became touch and his hand reached for Wylan’s – and Wylan’s reached for his, trembling, trembling, trying.

“I want you to be happy,” Jesper took the words, and made them his own. Made them his wish. “I want to be happy, too.”

Because he was selfish, because he was certain. Because he was trying, too.

[petertingle-yipyip]

POOKIE now that the album has been out for a while what are your fav songs????

me personnally i cant pick they all already mean sm to me😭😭

once i saw it was a DOUBLE ALBUM i decided to wait till i had enough time to listen in full so i will listen right now and pull a you and give live ratings! (skip to the bottom for an overall feeling)

fortnight 8/10 - this is so ex coded holy “i love you and it’s ruining my life” literally of her relationships at some point, wow. i will say that post is an interesting collab for this type of song but i don’t hate it

the tortured poets department 6/10 - i liked the bridge (i think that’s what it is) the best. lyrically it’s good but not my fave and saying that ab the title track i hope doesn’t get me yelled at by anyone

my boy only breaks his favorite toys 9/10 - i claimed this one from the tracklist so i knew i was gonna like it. the best she stays with as she sings the title is perfect for an edit

down bad 7.5/10 - i didn’t expect her to come out cussing at me, okay ms swift. not a skip but not a daily listen either. crying at the gym is relatable though

so long, london 8/10 - i used this as a fic title lol but the cadence really shows how angry/tired she was by the time they split. the lyrics here are so powerful too. her imagery is always so beautiful

but daddy i love him 6/10 - idk why but this just doesn’t resonate with me the way i thought it would. still good though but i wouldn’t save it turn it on from my own phone

fresh out the slammer 9/10- having that one person who is your immediate thought, the driving force behind you, your everything is all i want and that yearning keeps me up at night

florida!! 4/10- nothing about this song drew me in 🫣

guilty as sin? 8/10 - “i choose you and me religiously” so matt murdock coded

who’s afraid of little old me? 10/10 - SO ex coded and rep coded “i was gentle, i was tame till the circus life made me mean” or “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me” TELL ME THAT ISNT OUR GIRL EXODUS

i can fix him (no really i can) 6.5/10 - me with every fictional man i come across the “ woah, maybe i can’t” at the end is crazy, basically agreeing that he was such a mess but i was hoping to like this one a little more

loml 9/10- joe put her through it, holy shit

i can do it with a broken heart 10/10 - immediately can tell she was writing about herself performing from another perspective and i love the juxtaposition of a pop-dance type beat with these tougher lyrics “i cry a lot but im so productive” is literally me

the smallest man who ever lived 7.8/10 - the title feels like the inverse of the “loudest woman this town has ever seen” lyric and to me, it really highlights got she was always this icon whereas he was always ducking and dodging and not willing to live in that spotlight with her

the alchemy 5/10 - i feel like the message of this song went right over my head

clara bow 6/10 - it’s a cute song that (i think) documents the growth of her career and maybe the comparisons/comments she gotten as she’s worked and how people compare new stars to her

the black dog 5/10- it doesn’t really resonate with me

imgonnagetyouback 8.5/10 - is this the one some people are saying is similar to get him back! by liv? bc the only similarity i hear is the concept of not knowing if you’re gonna rekindle or beat the shit out of your ex

the albatross 8.5/10 - it’s like she knows exodus and elektra. “she is here to destroy you” but i think this is another way of her reclaiming her image/reputation through acknowledging and challenging what men/media say about her

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus 8.8/10 - honestly idk what ab this song but it’s so beautiful. i can’t explain it but its like a ballroom dance

how did it end? 9/10 - this song gives the vibes of a movie scene where two people are on swings at the night and then suddenly, one swing is empty (but still going) and the other person is just teetering on their toes

so high school 5/10 - gives me early ts vibes and it’s cute but not really me

i hate it here 7/10- not my favorite but i do like the beat

thanK you aIMee 6/10 - this is directed at KIM or am i tripping? also the guitar reminds me of debut era for some reason

i look in peoples windows 7.5/10 - this song is yearning, wanting to see that person just one more time and its me wondering if i’ll see my ex again, just to know what’d happen if he saw me again after everything he’s said to me

the prophecy 9/10 - i really love the chorus

cassandra 5/10 - didn’t really stick out to me and became background noise 🫣

peter 7.8/10 - its really cute and ik it’s probably more of a peter pan reference but the editors need to get on it and do peter x mj

the bolter 8.7/10 - i was not reviled by anyone except my own father so (we’re better now though) but i do run from intimacy

robin 6/10 - slow, sweet, cute little song

the manuscript 9/10- instantly loved it (forgot what else i wanted to say here)

overall, is a lyrically beautiful album. there’s so much emotion in the music and her delivery. her imagery is so beautiful as always. personally, i won’t say i love it but it is so so impactful. releasing 31 songs in one project is unheard of so i tip my hat to her ability to tell these stories with such grace and eloquence through such a marathon of an album. i like that you can hear bits of her previous albums in some of the songs and it is a very mature project imo. you can tell how much this meant to her and how much of herself she’s poured out. its an overall ~7.8/10 for me but i would recommend everyone to give it a listen

[drukhari]

hi king,

kinda need some advice, if you're feeling up to it and got the time. was getting some food earlier and just as I was leaving the counter, a girl runs up to me to let me know that her friend is interested in me and if I'd like her number.

the only thing is.... I have no idea what to text her since I didn't talk to her directly. I don't want to just text "hi" but I also dk what the vibe is

do you have any advice for this panicked gay?

on another note, how've you been? had any good pasta meals this week?

So the way I'd recommend approaching the situation definitely depends on whether it looked like the person in question was aware and on board with her friend giving you her number. If that's something you can confirm from what you saw, then there's no real pressure and you can just open real casually with something like "hey, my name is <insert your name here>, I was getting food from <insert location> earlier when your friend came up to give me your number. Assuming that you're still interested, I figured maybe we could get to know each other over text a bit? If you're not interested anymore, please just let me know and I'll delete your number no questions asked and no pressure."

However, if the person in question was totally oblivious to what her friend was doing or if you're not sure if she knew, then that changes things a bit. Sometimes friends will do that sort of thing to tease someone (which is pretty shitty tbh, because just giving someone's number out without their knowledge isn't okay), so if it were me in your position and I suspected that was the case, I'd probably shoot the person a text to the effect of, "hey - your friend came up to me and gave me your number at <insert location> earlier when I was there grabbing food. Your friend said it was because you were interested in me, but I honestly wasn't sure if that was something you were even aware this friend was doing, or on board with. If that's the case, no problem at all - I'll delete your number immediately and I'm sorry for the inconvenience (I'm also sorry your friend did that). If you were aware and cool with it though, just let me know and maybe we could get to know each other a bit over text and see where that goes?"

Honestly any time something like this has happened to me, it's been obvious it was meant as a prank for the person in question so I didn't bother with any kind of follow up, but in a situation like you described I'm the kind of person who prefers direct and honest communication even with someone I haven't talked to before, so I'm more likely to just level with the other person and lay all my cards on the table and see what their response is while making it clear there's no pressure regardless of what the deal is.

Think of it this way, worst case scenario you end up deleting or blocking the number and going about your day with nothing changed - you haven't met this person before so her lack of presence in your life won't feel different from before this incident even happened. Best case scenario? She's completely on board, and this ends up being the start of something new and good for the both of you.

I wish I could say I've had some good pasta meals this week, but no dice - I did have an excellent chicken finger sub the other night though (and kinda want another one now just thinking about it lmao). Maintenance finally fixed the AC so I'm the coolest I've been in days, why not ruin that with some hot sauce right? Hope everything works out, anon!

[crookshanks23]

A Tale of Songs and Themes

Buckle in folks, this is gonna be a long one. But I've been wanting to analyze the lyrics of both opening themes for awhile. So here we go.

The lyrics of both themes have been posted below under my thoughts. I chose to use the acoustic version of Alright because there are more verses to look at.

The first thing that stands out to me, is how hopeful both themes are, but in very different ways. "Alright" has an adult hopefulness. An understanding of the world. "On My Way", on the other hand, definitely has a teen vibe. It's a bit cynical, but still hopeful.

"Alright" feels like the ultimate optimist. Everything, no matter how bad it gets, will be alright. Admittedly, "Alright" also feels somewhat delusional. There's both this embrace of bad things happening "even if you die", but a repeat of "it'll be alright" over and over again. Not everything is alright all the time. But maybe the point is that this is the adult taking the long view. Eventually, even after my life ends, it'll be alright. I guess I appreciate the delusion. Even though I "used to read between the lines" and see the problems, "They never made me frown" because we can push forward in spite of the problems. I think it's great to have that optimism, even if it doesn't always feel true.

Another line is "all you do is try", again showing how the emphasis of the theme is pushing forward and how the hardships will eventually work themselves out. You fall down and you pick yourself up the best you can. Seeing the bad things can't and won't ruin your optimism.

"On My Way" has a different hopeful vibe. Like, yeah, things are screwed up, but I'm going to change it. I'm going to make it better. The refrain of "not today" feels like it has 2 meanings. One that things aren't going to get better today. But also a cry of "not today", like this isn't going to happen on my watch. I'm going to make this better. The previous generation fucked us, so now we're going to fix it.

The refrain of "no one knows us better than ourselves" is the line that really make me feel like this is about teens. Of course teens would feel like no one understands them. The "used to tell myself it'll be alright/Pretty lies let me sleep at night" lines call out the deluded nature of the first theme directly. It's not alright. We're living in a Doodlerized world. Our lives have been whisked away. We don't get to live the way we want. The kiddads don't get to raise children in the world they thenselves were born into.

"Beg steal and borrow/break what we can't change" is another line that I love. It's like the teens saying, "We're going to do this our way," and break away from what came before. The previous generation screwed it up and their solution sucks, so let's fix this.

"I don't need your sorrow/come back tomorrow/I"ll be on my way" is the hope of this theme. Despite a more cynical view of the world, there is still hope. We *will* fix it. Maybe not today, but eventually. Then, the second verse about loving the dark and holding their fears is interesting. They're not afraid of the things in the dark. They don't look away from them.

On the patreon, Max and Freddie talk about the evolution of the second theme. If I remember correctly, one change they talked about that I find interesting is that they went from "We'll be on our way" to "I'll be on my way". It highlights the isolation and loneliness of teens, who often feel misunderstood. Over the course of this season, we've seen these individuals make individual choices. I'm excited to see them progress as a team and start to make decision as a team. But they aren't there yet.

At the end of the day, we have 2 themes about hope and moving forward. From 2 different perspectives on life. Neither of them wrong, necessarily. Just different. I'm excited to see how this theme of hope plays out in this season. It certainly seems like the kiddads don't have that hope. I look forward to the catharsis of them finding that hope again, through their kids. Because it will be alright. Just not today.

Alright (Acoustic)

There was a time when you could read between the lines

You know they never brought you down

never brought you down.

There wasn’t a box and you weren’t thinking anyway,

So you never brought you down, you never brought you down.

And I know, I know, I know It’s gonna be alright!

Yeah, it’s gonna be alright,

It’ll be alright ‘cause that’s just life,

Even if you die It’ll be alright.

It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright

It’ll be alright ‘cause that’s just life

All you do is try and It’ll be alright.

There was a time when you could read between the lines,

You know they never got you down, never got you down.

And all of the times that you fell flat upon your face

You know it never made you frown, picked it up off the ground

And I know, I know, I know it’s gonna be alright!

Yeah, it’s gonna be alright,

It’ll be alright ‘cause that’s just life,

Even if you die It’ll be alright.

It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright It’ll be alright ‘cause that’s just life

All you do is try and It’ll be alright

Yeah, it’s gonna be alright, It’ll be alright ‘cause that’s just life,

Even if you die It’ll be alright.

It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright It’ll be alright ‘cause that’s just life

All you do is try and It’ll be alright.

There was a time when you could read between the lines

You know they never brought you down,

they never brought you down

On My Way

All our days

Whisked away

Or is there something 

More to say

You know that no one knows us better than ourselves

Used to tell myself it'll be alright

Pretty lies let me sleep at night

I know that no one knows me better than myself

And I know I'll get this right

Just a matter of time til we

make it out alive

Alive

We gotta pick ourselves up and say

not today, no, not today,

We live for tomorrow,

beg steal and borrow

break what we can't change

We gotta pick ourselves up and say

not today, no, not today,

I don't need your sorrow

come back tomorrow

I'll be on my way

Of all the places

In our hearts

why do we so love the dark

Every minute every hour every day

Are all these fears

Mine to hold?

I can feel them in my bones

You know I wish we didn’t feel so all alone

We gotta pick ourselves up and say

not today, no, not today,

We live for tomorrow,

beg steal and borrow

break what we can't change

We gotta pick ourselves up and say

not today, no, not today,

I don't need your sorrow

come back tomorrow

I'll be on my way

I'll be on my way

We gotta pick ourselves up and say

not today, no, not today,

We live for tomorrow,

beg steal and borrow

break what we can't change

We gotta pick ourselves up and say

not today, no, not today,

I don't need your sorrow

come back tomorrow

I'll be on my way

[jewishrizahawkeye]

hello! kelly’s back again to post her unsolicited thoughts on the surprise songs connecting to taylor swift tracks!

if you’re interested in seeing my other posts heres tokyo-melbourne and sydney night 1.

so, this isn’t the first song that i think taylor’s implied cheating was going on. for melbourne night 2 (2/17) she did the getaway carXaugustXthe other side of the door mash up (which i think is giving hints on but daddy i love him) so these assumptions were already there. but i think the difference between daddy i love him and guilty as sin? is that it might be more coming to terms with him cheating. with the other song it felt like she was coming to terms or just finding out he cheated, i also think it might be her trying to justify staying with him inspite of the cheating and trying to make it work (this is me trying on piano).

but this one feels more poignant. there’s more anger behind these songs (should’ve said no/you’re not sorry). in both cases she’s telling off her ex who cheated on her. she’s putting her foot down and saying enough enough and he ruined their relationship. and that plus new years dayXpeace on the piano is adding an interesting layer to the relationship (that i probably don’t need to say cause the dash has been losing it all day) that she was willing to try and fix this and would give everything to be with him. she was willing to do the long haul but he wasn’t in the end.

so my thought is the same as everyone else’s. taylor was giving everything to this relationship and he wasn’t giving that same energy back so it was weighing on taylor and, from the great war, she suspected he might’ve been cheating. but in that song it ended with revealing he wasn’t and they’re better now for it. but with how these surprise songs are presenting it seems like he was cheating but maybe continuously silencing her thoughts or worries but it was coming up so often that she was questioning if it was real and that maybe he really is guilty.

this is probably half assed and wrong so i’m sorry.

but with “who’s afraid of little old me?” i’m thinking it’s going to be a fun pop song. i’m thinking it’s got the blank space and anti hero vibes. i think it might be taylor getting back out into the world after being inside for so long and seeing the world eat her up. they fall to their knees with a new outfit photo or post. and she’s now kinda looking back and around and thinking of her previous short coming and now seeing she’s well loved. so she’s asking “who’s afraid of little old me now?”

i once again gave no idea for surprise songs, so im guessing me! and i did something bad. don’t ask me why i’m just going for it

[rozisblogbinder]

Athens, Second Time Around

Want to see my top recommendations for you on what to eat, see, and do in Athens? You're in the right place.

Things to See First things first, you need to visit the must-sees of Athens. Of course, Acropolis is up there, but if you've already conquered it like I have, here's what else there is to do:

Stroll Through the National Gardens

Well, that's right! The national gardens hosts a bunch of animals, trees, and even some ancient ruins. Don't skip the little ponds in the middle, easily accessible through the Sygmou-Fix stop on the Metro.

pictured: birds at the National Gardens in Athens.

See Some More History

Of course, a trip to Athens is incomplete without a visit to Acropolis. But, have you seen Hadrian’s Arch and the Olympic Stadium, where the first ever modern olympic games were held? Near Hadrian's Arch, you can also check out more ruins (less interesting, imho) and bundle it with a day trip at the National Gardens and Plaka / Anafiotika area.

Consider also seeing more history from a rooftop! Acropolis is not always enjoyed from its hill, but also from afar, with beautiful lighlight at night. We checked out Olympos Rooftop Bar and Athina street (between Monastraki and Omonia squares, right in the middle point of the street). Great cocktails, and beautiful view. The rooftop cocktail scene is best after 21:00, and over the weekends, if you want to get the full experience.

pictured: The Acropolis in the distance, lit up on the hill, from Athina street.

See the Makeup of the City Neighborhoods

So you've been to Monastraki, and explored the flea market. Now what? Plaka has nice shops and a chill vibe with lots of cafes and bars. If you have a bit more time, grab a cab or the light rail (tram) to Glyfada, a lovely neighborhood nice boutique stores, cafes, and seaside walk paths. Excellent for summer swims. Make sure to take the tram back to the city center to experience the shifts in the socioeconomic status of the neighborhoods.

Walk the Streets

Visit Ermou street to do some shopping, including from global brands, but also people watching. Lovely chocolate and coffee shops line up areas closer to the Monastraki area. Aiolou hosts more local shops.

Check out Local Narratives & Arts in Museums

pictured: the front piece of a Greek warship, rocking a mustache.

Visit the National Museum of History, located in the old greek parliament building to discover the local narratives about the country's history. Visit the museum website to check what exhibition is on during your visit. During ours (in late 2024,) the main exhibition was about 1974 Cyprus and the greek refugees (mainly from Turkey) from 1800s to 1922. Being from Izmir (Smyrna in Greek), this was a perspective we were less familiar with and it was an excellent history lesson.

The Museum of Contemporary Art provides a wholly different narrative, bringing local and global artists for exhibitions. Formerly a brewery, the building is also interesting to see. We saw a women's exhibition, which was actually very depressing but interesting nevertheless. We chose to walk to the museum from the Acropolis area (Anafiotika/Plaka), which allowed for us to experience a more residential neighborhood.

Here Come the Food Spot Recommendations!

So almost everything we ate was good (aside from what was listed as "frozen" calamari in the menu). However, some locations absolutely stood out!

pictured: Picky Brunch & Coffee brunch on a Sunday. Kagianas and hand brewed coffee, and eggs benedict with americano. Delicious!

1. Breakfast highlight: Picky Brunch & Coffee. Located in the corner of two narrow streets, Picky has a lovely garden seating area and even better food. The coffee was so good, I got two servings! The ingredients were fresh, the service was warm and excellent. We got there on a Sunday morning at 10 AM and in only 20 minutes the place was full!

2. Lunch highlight 1: Aris Taverna. Truly the best food we had. Everything was fresh, and the service was excellent. This location opens up at around 2PM and stays open until dinner time (6/7PM). The music, traditional plate breaking, and the clientele -- a mix of tourists and locals -- is what I called 'chaos in greek'. Definitely an experience - a delicious one!

3. Lunch highlight 2: If you just want a quick lunch without worrying about finding a seat, or cost, Bairaktaris is the way to go. If they seat you at the restaurant across the (pedestrian) street, don't worry - it's the same exact location!

pictured: Zucchini fritters, calamari, and tzaziki at Bariaktaris Taverna.

4. Dinner highlight: Taverna Klimataria. Although the start time for dinner is on the much later side (around 9:30PM!), the music absolutely makes up for it. The night we were there, the local instrument, Bouzouki, was joined by an acoustic guitar, an electric guitar, and a contrabass. They played the classic Greek tunes we all know and love - many of them also have their Turkish version! My mom recalled visiting 20 years ago with my father on a business trip. Turns out the spot is going for a long time, with the same concept (and according to my mother, the same decoration)!

Just make sure to call the correct Taverna Klimataria, and make a reservation at least a week ahead of time for large groups, a few days ahead of time for smaller groups. Keep in mind that weekends will have more locals, and weekdays will have more tourists (European and otherwise)! The phone number (as of today) is: +30 21 0321 6629

pictured: The band at the Taverna Klimataria. Great music!

How to Avoid Protests? Check Out the Movies!

One day we were there, ready to go to the Museum of Archeology, we started to see police in riot gear. Upon asking them what's going on, we soon learned that there was a commemoration for a '73 event in form of protest. We decided to change plans, and given the rainy weather, head to the movies! It was an excellent choice. We had already seen much of Athens and we could use a quick movies break - again, a fun way to see how locals live. We headed over to the Village Cinemas, a chain movie theatre company in Greece. Metro mall had a theatre, accessible easily by metro from Omonia square. Watching Gladiator II (albeit much less impressive than the OG Gladiator,) was fitting for a trip to Greece!

Bonus: Dessert!

Did you think I'd let you go without dessert recommendations? Well yes Lukumades is a local treat, but we have the same exact fried sugary dough in Izmir. So we went to Nancy's Sweet Home and had some of the best dessert and Mastiha ice cream to date! Check out this amazing carrot cake (with a mountain of ice cream) below!

pictured: Delicious carrot cake at Nancy's Sweet Home.

Yasas!

[monstersliveinthemirror]

TTPD Thoughts 420 Edition

1. I like that she just straight up admits to being an alcoholic. God damn this song makes me think of Alex. I've never listened to Post Malone is this song similar to his music or nah dude??? ~remember the time I got so high I called Alex and he didn't pick up and I cried instead of leaving a message ~ 

2. This idea of a guy being in his most destructive and ruining everything and loving him anyway???? Dude. I should Google Dylan Thomas who TF is that (oh it's a well known poet I'm just dumb) sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me 🥺 the music in this one is a vibe. Floating around the room everything around you is pink and warm and you feel good. 

3. What the fuck is a rivulet?? (Remember when he said I was his favorite toy 🥴) Once I fix me oh my god he's gonna miss me are you kidding me I am unwell

4. Hehe aliens. I am down BAD. Ohhhhh god. This is ridiculous that I'm still this broken up about you. Fuck it I was in love!!!! 

5. This sounds so dreaaaaamy rn. Earlier when I listened this song filled me with anger and rage but now it's just this like sad emptiness of you're gone and never coming bad. I'll find someone. 

6. ~vibing~ "vipers dressed in empaths closing" does not flow but what ever. 

Snack break

7. This song reminds me of breaking up with Taylor and immediately turning to Alex. And the beat switch is not my favorite. 

8. My friends all smell like weed or little babies???? Taylor what. Florence on this is lovely. 

9. 😭 It was all long distance it wasn't my fault none of it was real don't come for me!!! (I'm so fucked up about it). Ohhhhh my goddddsddd. Oh my god. I wonder if he thinks about me anymore. Oh my god. 

10. That lil scream!! This is so angry I love it. The way she says "till the circus life made me /mean/" hits lol. 

11. Definitely the old country western vibe that I'm digging. The breathy "good boy, that's right" makes me feel ...things .... 

12. Ugh the pianooo. Oh yes please fuck me up. Oh the feeling of falling back into things after a break oh my god I felt that with Alex so many times it just felt so natural oh fuck.  Oh God he told me it was me I was the one it was supposed to be us and all that's over oh fuck man fuck. He loved me!!!! Fuck man he's the loss of my life fuckin fucj fuck.

13. Vibing with a big smile on my face. That's all. There's a Taylor Swift drag show coming up and this song would be so fun to do for it. 

14. The sigh uhhhhh. Losing you hurt so much. There's gotta be SOME reason you did all this to me. That's all this song is asking. 

 I gotta go to sleep I'm just a sleepy lil girlie. Finish this tomorrow night.