#first week of school and i already cant do this anymore

[speakofthedebbie]

smh why did the french have to insist on equal language rights. didnt they ever think about how i, a 21st century girl, would feel about having to learn it /j

[bitchkay]

It's either being able to drive or having a job

Somehow you can't have both

[ryukzakiii]

distraction ⭑ l. lawliet (pt.2!)

part one here !

summary: now that the first move had been made, you start to realize just how badly L needs to be the best at anything he does, and how much he’s used to getting just what he wants.

pairing: l. lawliet x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (f. receiving), voyeurism kinda, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praise ig, not really dom!L but he’s spoiled and gets what he wants, idk guys it’s nasty, fluff at the end :)

authors note: i got so carried away i cant edit it anymore just have at it and enjoy ya freaks!!

smut under the cut !!

after you and L first slept together that night in headquarters, his interest in you had grown exponentially. mainly because he couldn’t fully understand how somebody as beautiful and brilliant as you would ever be interested in somebody like him, but also because he had become fixated on learning everything there was to know about pleasing a woman. pleasing you.

every time the rest of the task force would leave for the night, he would take the opportunity to have you to himself almost immediately. as the nights went on, he grew more and more confident in what he was doing, being able to get you down on your knees in front of him just by speaking to you for a moment. his monotonous (yet somehow cocky) tone of voice alone drove you crazy.

as weeks became months, any little bit of hesitation he once had was smothered and he was just as sure of himself regarding you as he was regarding everything else; borderline too much.

that meant he began to want his needs to be met at any time he wished. like how he had sweets or drinks whenever he wanted, and anything he asked for he would always have post-haste, and it wasn’t like L to change his ways.

he would wait for everyone to leave the room, even just for ten minutes, and you’d be sitting in his lap barely able to catch your breath due to the fervour with which he kissed you.

he would ask watari to page you to his room if it was a night you hadn’t already been with him that day, either at school or out with friends, and you wouldn’t be there 5 minutes before he had you bent over a table (or the couch, or his work desk, or once over the windowsill the night you’d mentioned wanting to see the full moon).

in not so many words, his libido had gone into overdrive and he quite enjoyed getting whatever he wanted.

the only problem was that once you two were finished and he had a small break from the incessant urge to bury himself into you as deep as he could go, he still wanted to be just as close to you and horribly wanted you to feel the same way. unfortunately, this was the one situation where he couldn’t find the words to express his feelings.

so, since he had made it his goal to be the very best at making you feel good, he decided to get his point across to you the best way he now knew how.

“y/n, would you please come over here for a moment?”

almost everyone was currently heading out the door, off on their various ways for the evening aside from L, you, light, and misa. light had been discussing his thoughts about something with you while the others were busy and misa was awaiting a chance to convince light to hang out with her.

you excused yourself from your conversation with light and made your way to the opposite end of the room where L was sat in his usual spot in front of the television.

“what can i do for you?”

“actually i’d like to talk to you about something i want to do for you.” he said it as though light and misa weren’t 20 feet away, “well, to you, more accurately. i want to try something new, i wasn’t so sure i could do it but i believe i have a well enough understanding of what makes you tick to be successful.”

despite how casually and technical he spoke, every word was making that familiar damp feeling between your legs reappear. he was looking at you like he wanted to take a bite and it took everything in you not to fall to your knees right then and there, “uh, what exactly did you have in mind?”

“i’d really like to try my hand at performing cunnilingus. in fact,” he turned his head to look towards the others in the room, “let’s do it now. no time like the present eh?”

“L, whatever you’re thinking about is a bad idea. light and misa are right over there.”

“nevermind them, they won’t be able to see past the back of the couch, come and sit here.”

you nodded and he slid over and motioned for you to sit where he had just been, handing you his cell phone in the process, “if you get too nervous about them, speed dial light on this and it will send a message to his phone to meet down in headquarters. sound good?”

the second he saw you nod again, he crouched down to the floor in front of you and began working away at the clasp of your pants. he shimmied them down your legs and onto the floor, gently so as not to make a sound, your underwear going next leaving you fully exposed to him.

he was in awe. sure, he was now incredibly familiar with your body, but he’d never gotten as close as he now found himself. your pussy was just inches from his face, wet and waiting, all for him. his hands gripped the insides of your thighs, pushing them apart so he could get a better look at you in all your glory.

“would you look at this, you’ve gotten wet before i’ve even touched you.” he spread you further open with his thumbs, fingers still curled into your thighs and hot breath fanning over you, “i suppose it would only be right of me to clean up the mess i’ve caused, don’t you think?”

“yes, please.” your voice came out as barely a whisper, “but they’re going to hear you.”

“shh, just press the button and they’ll go away.” he pressed a kiss right above your clit and you had to bite your tongue to stop from crying out. even just keeping your head still was almost impossible.

you gripped the phone tightly in your hand as he kissed your clit this time, sucking it into his mouth gently.

he wasn’t trying to get you caught. that would undoubtedly be bad for the both of you, for both your jobs and your reputations. so why did he find himself itching to make you cry out? to make light and misa painfully aware of the fact that in the same suite they sat in talking innocently, L was making you feel the best that anyone could, so good you lost all sense of control and let them find out.

he knew you would never be able to show your face again had this happened though, so he reached a hand above him and clasped it over your mouth, “be quiet, i’m trying to concentrate.”

you squirmed under his touch and his tongue began to venture further, further inside his favourite place to be. he licked a stripe all the way back to your clit and your thighs instinctively squeezed shut around his head.

his hand muffled the whine that escaped you and you were sure someone would hear you. you clicked the button to dial light and finally tossed away the phone, gripping onto the couch cushions with both hands to keep yourself grounded.

you could hear his phone chime, followed by the sound of chairs pushing out and the door slamming. L paused his movements and was at last able to come up for air, mouth and chin now glistening in the faint light from the tv.

“finally i have you all to myself,” he readjusted so his arms curled under your legs, allowing him a better hold to keep them open wide.

he dove right back in, pointy nose prodding at your clit with every movement of his mouth making your body jolt. your hands worked their way into his already messy hair, holding onto it tightly as you began rocking your hips into his mouth, wet and warm and making you feel amazing.

“yes, yes just like that,” you panted out, “god that’s perfect L, please, don’t stop.”

he groaned into your pussy hearing you talk to him like that, sending a shockwave up through you. you were close, he could tell, he just had to get you there. he needed to get you there, to show you how good he could be for you.

you held him impossibly tighter to you as the knot in your stomach began to build, dragging yourself along his tongue hurriedly enough to make you wonder if he was able to keep up. your moans turned into high pitched whines as you approached your release, not a care in the world anymore about who might be around to hear you.

with both the pretty sounds you were making and the simple act of you using his mouth however you pleased, riding his tongue now to practically get yourself off, L felt so accomplished. knowing he could make you feel just as desperate for him as he felt for you was enough that he could die happy.

“oh fuck, fuck i’m gonna cum,” he was doing it. your whole body began to spasm and your back arched straight off the couch. he held you as still as he could and your legs once again closed around his head, this time squeezing for dear life as his tongue continued to work circles around your clit. all that was coming out of your mouth was babbles of his name and profanities.

as the pleasure soon turned into overstimulation, he continued without faltering his pace. he was determined. he was sure you’d probably had a good experience to compare this to, hell maybe even a great one, so he had to be sure he was the best.

“L, please, ‘s too much,” you whined, “it’s my turn.”

he pulled away entirely, coming closer to head level and giving your overworked pussy the break it was craving, “i’m sorry, i don’t recall saying anything about you getting a turn.”

“but what about you? just a taste, just quick.”

he cut you off by pressing his thumb down on your clit, the other hand moving up to cover your mouth again with a bit more force than the first time.

“i don’t know when you got it in your head that you run the show around here, but i suggest you get used to listening to me. keep being difficult and i’ll have no choice but to stop entirely.” he was bluffing, of course, but his stone cold expression didn’t give him away. his eyes trailed down to where his thumb was pressed, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smile, “i really don’t want to have to do that. you just taste so, so sweet. think you can be good and behave for me?”

you nodded vigorously, pussy squeezing around nothing and begging him for attention again, the cocky, almost condescending tone in his voice making you shiver.

“excellent. now turn around for me please, hands on the back of the couch.”

you did as he asked the second he let go of you, hands holding firmly to the back of the couch and ass presented to him. you could hear his belt undoing, followed by a zipper and you braced yourself for him, but nothing.

L was a bit busy. stroking himself with one hand he stood to take in the sight before him. he had a bad habit of doing this, staring at you when he was supposed to be doing something, but he couldn’t help it. his eyes were glued to where you needed him to be, trying to carve the sight of it into his memory. his free hand held your waist as he finally lined himself up, coaxing another whine out of you as he bottomed out.

his thrusts started shallow and slow, your gentle moans fading into the background as he focused on how warm you felt.

you turned your head back to look at him, the sight of him looming over you with his jaw hung slack making you squeeze around him, “harder L, please.”

he switched to both hands and tightened his grip on your waist, “what did i say about behaving?” nonetheless, he was pushing into you much rougher now than before, yet still agonizingly slow.

“‘m sorry, it just feels so good.”

he began to pick up his pace, breathing becoming heavier the more into it he got, soon letting out little pants and groans of his own. generally, he was rather quiet during sex, only really vocalizing near the end when he couldn’t hold it in anymore, so the fact that he was talking to you and teasing you was a very pleasant surprise.

“yeah? does that feel good?” hearing you say just how good he was doing spurred him on even further, “do me a favour, id like to see the rest of you, please.”

you pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head as best as you could, L placing a hand on your sternum to hold you up. instead of letting you back down however, his hand trailed up to your chest, taking hold of one of your breasts as your back came flat against his chest. his chin rested on your shoulder and you could feel his sharp breaths hitting your ear, his racing heartbeat on your back matching your own.

the knot in your stomach returned, your pussy fluttering around him making him feel like he was on top of the world, “you— you’re so beautiful, god i could do this all day. look at you, so responsive to me, and such a good listener.”

all you could do was pant, his pace now unforgiving and making you feel like he was tearing you apart in the best way possible. he kissed behind your ear and let go of your chest in favour of rubbing gentle circles on your clit.

your whole body felt like it was white hot, “shit! yes, oh please L. i need it, i need you, please make me cum.”

he’d never heard you sound so frantic before and it was driving him up the wall, “y/n, you feel so incredible.” the more he spoke the quicker your release came rushing through you like a stampede, “i love feeling you around me like this, fuck, you’re just perfect.”

you gripped onto his arms and craned your neck to try and look at him, crying out pleas of his name and senselessly confessing to him how beautiful he was and how good he always made you feel. he held you impossibly tighter, his work on your clit long forgotten now as his only goal was to keep you as close as physically possible.

his hair hung low over his eyes, messy and sticking to his face from sweat. you were getting overstimulated once again but you’d lost all the sense in you to care, another orgasm bubbling up already because of it. L felt it, as if the look on your red face wouldn’t have given it away regardless, and his jaw fell open as his own release came creeping up on him.

his hips finally began to falter, a few loud, deep groans ripping out of him. his eyebrows knitted together and he shut his eyes, steady whimpers and groans falling out of him now as the two of you reached your peak together.

you felt him twitch inside of you, one of his arms reaching to hold the couch as his muscles began to give out on him. he placed sloppy, sweet kisses on your jaw before flopping down onto his back on the couch with an outstretched arm waiting for you.

he was back to normal, back to being his quiet self. you laid your head on his chest and he yanked the blanket from the back of the couch to cover the two of you, fingers gently tapping and tracing lines onto your bare back. this was your favourite part of it all, just laying with him and basking in what you’d just done.

for L, despite how much he craved the feeling of this, this was the part that would still make him question himself. when thoughts of self-doubt had an opening to creep up on him. the muscles in his hands twitched and the hold he had on you subconsciously tightened, dreading the moment you decide to get up and go to your room to take care of yourself.

every time you would bid him adieu, he could feel exactly where you had been laying become cold, physically reminding him of your absence. he couldn’t stand it. every night he tried to work up the courage to tell you to come back, to wait for him in his room instead, to ask you if he could come to bed with you, but every night the words would get caught in his throat and he’d choke.

you didn’t show any signs of getting up though, if anything you were letting yourself get comfier. he revelled in it, the whole room smelled a little like sweat but he found it almost sweet. maybe that would become his new favourite smell. he hoped you were as blissful as he was.

you trailed a hand up under the front of his shirt, letting your hand rest over his heart and feeling it quicken with every little movement you made.

“i really don’t want to get up.” you finally spoke, “i wish we could just stay like this.”

he winced, “don’t get up. you don’t have to.”

you tilted your head up to look at him, his face finally visible with his hair going every which way and his eyelids hanging half-closed. this was the most relaxed he ever looked, probably because he was far less concentrated than he usually had to be.

“we can’t just sleep here on the couch, L.”

we. we can’t sleep here on the couch, “we could. technically we can do whatever we want.”

he smiled at you, a coy little smile, and you knew you were so screwed.

“how about you go and wait for me in my room then?” he wasn’t looking at you anymore, too nervous for your response, “i just have to put all these files where they need to go, and maybe clean up a little.”

“really?”

“if that’s something you want to do, if not don’t feel like you’re obligated to say yes.”

“no i want to! i mean, as long as you’re sure you want me in your room.”

“of course i do.”

he sent you upstairs with his key card once the both of you were dressed again and you nervously waited for the elevator to stop on his floor. skipping the whole way to his bedroom, and once inside you tucked yourself away in the bathroom to clean yourself up.

when L entered the room, you were nowhere to be seen. he heard the sound of the running tap in the bathroom and decided to wait for you in the bed. he laid right in the middle, how he was used to sleeping, and watched you with a smile plastered on his face as you walked out of the bathroom and over towards him.

you climbed under the blanket with him and tucked under his arm, head laying on his chest and an arm stretched across his torso.

“your bed’s comfy.”

“it’s a lot more comfortable now that you’re in it.” he placed a hand on your head, “before you fall asleep, i want to tell you id like if you slept here more often. whenever you want, in fact.”

“i will be taking you up on that.” your eyes were closed, sleep beginning to whisk you away, “you’re about to see so much of me you’ll get sick of it.”

as he felt you shift into unconscious, breathing slowed against his chest and your body pressed against his, he was sure he was the luckiest man in world at that moment, “i’d never get sick of you.”

[alealuvshayden]

Sam Monroe - ANGST FLUFF

Sam Monroe x reader

𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥

@mvst4far wanted some angst

I COULDNT JUST HAVE SAM AND READER BREAK UP SO YAH

Sam and you had been dating for a while. It had been a cute relationship. HAD. Last week you and Sam broke up. Well.. you broke up with him.

Sam was smoking and using too much and it made you worry. You were there for him. But when that guy was high there was no one who could stop him and even to you, he was rude.

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night of the breakup

You were at Sam‘s dad‘s Garage, where he had stayed at this summer. Sam‘s dad, George, was outside, leaving you two lovebirds some privacy, little did he know, you were about to break up with his son.

„Sam i-i cant do this anymore.“ you confessed.

„You cant do what anymore, peachy..?“ Sam asked you with a confused look in his eyes.

„Being with you.“

Sam sat there shocked. He expected everything but that. You were his sunshine, the girl that made his day brighter just by looking at him. He couldnt lose you..

„y/n you dont mean this, baby.“ Sam spoke with desperation in his voice. „You cant go, baby. Not after everything we‘ve been through together.“

You just looked at him with tears in your eyes. Couldnt bring yourself to speak another word. You got up and started leaving.

„You cant fucking do that, y/n! You cant! You cant! Give me a fucking reason!“ Sam shouted with tears streaming down his eyes.

„I cant handle all this anymore, Sam. Y-you smoking.. sniffing.. whatever i cant do this anymore!“ You shouted back at him.

Sam was left shouting, you rushed out, knowing he will lose it. George saw you running out of his Garage. He got back into his garage.

„What was up with your little girlfrie- Sam!?“ George didnt notice Sam crying, as soon as he did he ran over to his son to comfort him.

„Let me go! Let me go!“ Sam yelled at him. He stormed out, got into his dad‘s car and drove somewhere far away to cool off..

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monday at school

It was the first day of school after summer break.Sam had his headphones in, listening to your favorite songs. He had burned a CD just for you two to listen together. Now he was listening to ‚Come back by the five stairsteps‘.

The breakup was harsh, no one at school dared to speak to sam, he was moody. In the halls he watched you walk by, not even taking a glance at his way. Did you get over him this quickly?

Meanwhile your friends were telling you how miserable Sam was, you couldnt bare hearing it and shut them off quickly. As if you were over him. It was stupid breaking up with him and you knew it. It was a stupid miserbale mistake which left you both in pieces.

At lunch you rushed to the bathroom and broke down in the stall. Friends looking for you and you nowhere to be found. Sam noticed you werent present at lunch and worried.

Your friends looking for you until they found you in the bathroom, but until then you were already up and going again. No one noticed that you had just been crying your soul out.

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„y/n where were you girl!!“ your friends asked you while giggling.

„Just fixing my hair up, guys.“ you replied nonchalantly.

Then you made your way to lunch, you sat by your usual table, where you would normally sit with Sam. You held his seat open, not letting your friends sit by you. After all, it was Sam‘s seat.

Sam noticed you came back and he saw that you held his seat open, as if you hoped he would sit next to you again. He managed to find some courage and got up, lunch in his hand as he made his way over to you. Tapped you on your shoulder. You turn to see who it was and to your surprise it was Sam. Your Sam.

„Is this seat taken?“ he asked innocently.

You shake your head and look down at your lunch again. Sam slowly sat down and your friends looked at each other. They got up and left, signaling you to stay seated.

„Sam i-.“ you started. Sam interrupted you.

„I know.. i know.. its my fault and i want to apologize to you, baby.“ Sam spoke softly, resting his hand on your shoulder. The feeling familiar yet so strange.

„No Sam really.. i-i shouldve believed in you and not.. just.. leave you. I need you just as much as you need me.“ you continued.

Sam nodded softly with a hint of a smile. He wrapped his arms around you into a deep and long embrace. As if he sensed that you needed it after a crying session. You hug him back. So much comfort in the hug, you had missed it so much even though it was only a week since.

„I love you, peachy. And i get it if you dont wanna be with me anymore..“ Sam declared.

„I wanna be with you Sam… if youll have me…“ you look up at him sweetly.

How could he not take his beautiful girl back? He leaned in to kiss you softly and you kissed him back with love and desperation.

You couldnt break up with each other even if you wanted to. You belonged together.

idk if its cute or sad. sumthing smol🥺

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[seokiesprettygirl]

Captain - Kim Taehyung | KTH

!Warning: Sm8t

Namjoon and you. You and Namjoon. Friends since the start of the school. Good friends for months, years, now even decades. Always ate lunch together, in school library finishing your assignments together. Reading books on the weekends together. You were inseparable. Any difficult times at school were always washed away because “Joonie” was there.

You grew up well, went to different universities but remained close friends. Really close. Every exam season you would spend together, every school break you would go back to your home town, also together. Visiting each other families. Some would joke that the two of you were siblings from different families.

But they didnt understand how you felt. They didn’t understand that ever since your high school dance you were head over heels for your “Joonie”. Terrified to ever admit any of your feelings to your long term friend you just let your love thrive inside you. You were close, hanging out as often as possible and you were hoping maybe one day, maybe you will be brave enough and admit everything. Expecting the same feelings from him, hoping he has been burying his own feelings for you out of fear of rejection. Out of fear for ruining everything.

That was your everyday thought until last year of university, where you introduced Namjoon to your friend from your class. Grace was the loveliest person you knew and you wanted to have two of your closest friends together. What you didn’t expect however was Grace being Namjoons type, Namjoon being her type. Few weeks into excessive studying of the three of you and he asked her out. You couldn’t believe it. Your Joonie being taken away, right from in front of your nose. By your own doing. You introduced them. You made it happen.

For months you didnt want to see them, you didn’t want to hang out with them anymore, yet you tried. You didn’t want to lose the friendship you had with Namjoon or Grace and this was the only way. Shoving your feelings deep within. You never told Grace nor Namjoon how you felt, because what would be the purpose of it. If Namjoon had any feelings for you, he would have probably admitted it already and he didn’t. There wasn’t a lovely story waiting for you, of him dropping everything in his life because he finally realised he is in love with you and always has been. No.

You remained friends, on the sidelines. Seeing them fall in love, move in together and now they were both sitting in front of you in an elegant restaurant holding a glass of wine each.

“He’s late” Grace murmured to Namjoon, knowing you inside out and knew this won’t be the very good first impression on you. She knew how you were. A man shouldn’t be late, because your time was too precious to waste on someone who doesn’t respect it. It was an obvious set up. Double date, blind double date in your case. The only thing you have heard is that he is currently serving in the military and that he is incredibly handsome. Apparently, you will like him a lot. You didn’t even know that Namjoon had any male friends, because you backed out so much. You gave him space to grow into Graces partner, you didn’t know it all anymore. But you accepted it and tried to be genuinely happy for them.

“I know. I told him to be on time” Namjoon whispered back to Grace, smiling at you and pretending like you cant hear what the two of you were talking about.

“Captain Kim Taehyung” a tall man with dark hair said, right behind you. Wearing black top to bottom, military issued, sporty looking outfit. His voice low, but playful and huge wide smile painted on his face. Namjoon seeing him like this already put his hand to his forehead, knowing what you’re like.

“Y/n” you answered and moved aside to make room for the guest. You were sat in a booth of a restaurant, two couches on each side. He was handsome, they were right. Annoyingly handsome. But his attitude has already put you off. Too goofy, too unserious.

“So good to see you Taehyungie! How have you been? I’ve heard you have just finished your winter trainings, must have been so hard” Grace started the conversation naturally, trying to ease you into the conversation and his presence. You trusted her, you also trusted Namjoon but so far you haven’t seen anything appealing about him, apart from his evident looks.

“You have no idea. It was a nightmare but we managed and I ended up getting an award for it” he sat down next you and answered. Showing off already, you rolled your eyes towards Namjoon and he just made a brush off hand movement, like you were being an annoying fly. “Really nice to meet you. I have heard about you so much, for weeks now actually” he turned to you and tried to give you one of his charming smiles, but you weren’t budging. It was all off. You looked at your watch and were already counting time on when can you excuse yourself and escape this nightmare.

“Likewise” you answered politely, not trying to spoil too quick. You had few sips of the wine that you didn’t order but was already ordered for you before you arrived. It wasn’t the best but it was nice enough for you to soothe the pain of having to go through this blind date.

“So Y/n I’ve heard you work in publishing. Is this something you always wanted to do?” Taehyung asked, trying to keep his focus on you but even he was sensing your aura and slight disappointment in him. What a typical question to ask you thought to yourself and you looked towards Namjoon. He nodded with understanding, knowing this won’t go anywhere. Looking at him like that, with Graces hand swinging from his shoulder you noticed a ring on her finger.

“Oh my god. When were you planning on telling me?!” You gasped out without looking at Taehyung and his question. The ring was beautiful and the second you noticed, Grace put her hand down under the table pretending nothing has happened.

“I have no idea what you are talking about?” She said playfully and after few seconds of suspense she has taken her hand out and showed you the ring. So it was this serious huh? There was really no going back to ever remotely hoping and dreaming about Namjoon. It hurt, it sting that this has happened. What hurt even more was the fact that they didn’t tell you. You felt like neither of them regarded you high enough to tell you first. Slightly annoyed but not willing to spoil their happy moment with your own wounds and issues. It was definite. They were getting married.

“We can talk about it later. Tae asked you a question” she brushed off the entire thing but all you saw was Namjoon lovingly smiling at her and grabbing her hand under the table.

“Ah yes, sorry! Now I will be distracted all night. My bad. Uhm, not really. I am trying to get certifications so I can start translating freelance. The publishing job is just a current job to keep life going. What have you been doing before you became Captain?” You answered and made it sound like you were making fun out of his title. It was amusing to you, how he evidently was a sleep around guy who thought of himself as he is the biggest catch, and yet you were set up to a date with him. Thinking about it, you were really disappointed in your friends. You thought they knew you better than setting you up with a brat like this. Your nomadic life and job was enough for you, you needed grounding. You needed stability. You needed reassurance and strong arm at home to carry you to bed every night. Although Taehyung looked athletic and he certainly must be since he is said captain, the rest of him didn’t really match what you were looking for.

“I used to be a dancer but I’m not sure I should go back or pursue military full time, permanently. I didn’t expect to be this good you see. I thought I will just get it over with and be happy on the other end of it but turns out I’m pretty good at it” you rolled your eyes again hearing his answer. Bratty and praising himself non stop. Are there really no humble man left on this planet?!

“You seem like you’re pretty happy with yourself huh? Maybe the blind date was supposed to be between just you and you? Have you ever thought of it? Dating yourself..” you had enough of this guy. You were tired and annoyed, hurt by the betrayal of your friends at every angle possible. This was your cue to get and leave but after you got up from your seat, expecting him to let you pass - he didn’t.

“You sound insecure Y/N. You can’t stand someone backing themselves and being proud of what they do?” He bit back. He didn’t fold nor turn around but he challenged you. It made you sat back up and look at both Grace and Namjoon. Their faces blank as neither of them expected this either.

“I am plenty secure thank you. Just don’t need a brat in my life that only yaps about himself” you hissed back and put your handbag back down on your lap.

“You don’t sound it. It take a lot of work on yourself and I understand it might come across as bragging but it really isn’t. I would rather be honest than being fake humble”. That has won you over. The honesty, that was exactly what you were looking for, the fact that he didn’t fold or back down from your little fit but sat you back down and discussed it with you has made you change your mind slightly. Only slightly because the second you thought of it, you thought how Namjoon would never back down and youd argue back and forth any theory the two of you were studying about.

Namjoon nodded to himself, knowing the evening might not be lost yet. He saw your eye sparkle when Taehyung challenged you and he knew what that meant. Because that was the sparkle he saw in your eye every time you would end up in a heated discussion about something, anything. It never occurred to him that it might be you being attracted to him, because he never saw you in that light. You were his nearly twin sister.

You reached for your glass and finished whatever was left in it. Alcohol was definitely your best option here, as now you were slightly more interested. Not fully, nothing that has swept you from your feet but the way he didn’t give in got you excited. There is a level of chemistry you need to have with someone to argue this way. And this was exactly what it was.

You haven’t been seeing anyone in a long while and your body was definitely craving some action. Something more exciting than a one on one with yourself action. You looked towards Taehyung again and you realised how broad his shoulders were and you weren’t sure if it was his words or the wine but your mind started exploring the idea of finding out what is hiding under that military uniform. In a physical way, seeing if he has abs and delicious body but also who is he, apart from being a captain.

The night continued, the focus shifted to Grace and Namjoon and their engagement for a while. You were really happy for them, even though it made you feel a certain way.

Further into the night, after a few more bottles of wine and more open conversation turned out you had more in common with Taehyung than you thought. You both loved Paris and wine and jazz. You never expected him nor he didn’t seem like someone with such a deep soul and taste. The idea of going home together didn’t seem bad, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was your bitter heart about your best friend who you always loved getting engaged but it why not right?

It was getting really late, about 3 in the morning. You grabbed your things and all of you started to gather around the exit. You already said your goodbyes and you were waiting for Taehyung, who by his own accord promised to at least get you home safely. You didn’t protest, because the thought of potentially seeing whats under that black top was amusing and sounded delicious.

You were facing away from the rest, observing the few cars passing by. And then you have heard it “I will just park her at home and thats it. Shes crazy man”. Namjoon shook his head and couldn’t believe what Taehyung said. But you have heard every word and just walked out of the restaurant. Slightly tipsy, with shaky legs but kept walking forwards to find a taxi that will take you home. Not short after you heard thud of military shoes behind you.

“Where are you going without me?” Taehyung asked, trying to flirt and thinking you’re playing hard to get after you agreed to have him take you home.

“Home. Where the crazy live” you hissed back and rolled your eyes back. You did that even want to look at him. The idea of a delicious dinner at yours has been replaced by the feeling of wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible.

“What are you talking about?” He pulled by your arm and you stopped, instinctively turning around.

“Taehyung I’ve heard what you said to Namjoon. You can go home now. Goodnight” you insisted. Being called crazy and offended behind your back on the first date wasn’t exactly leaving you with a nice and loving feeling.

“Y/N wait. It’s not what.. eh. It’s not like that” he said, still walking behind you and not giving up. Confused, you frown your brows and stopped.

“Then what is it?!” You said half shouting, half hissing. You really had enough of this entire day and blind date and this hateful man.

“You love him, don’t you?” his words felt like a bullet to your insides. How does he know, is it this obvious? Does Grace know? Does Namjoon know?! You started to feel a little bit too warm and your legs felt weak. Your breath sped up and you started looking around for a bench to lean on but there was nothing. Not even a lamppost. Nothing. And just when you were about to drop to the floor, broad shouldered Taehyung grabbed you just in time, and held to himself. You took a second to see again, as everything went dark for a second. Thousands of thoughts going through your mind. “Y/N are you okay?” he murmured, seeing you blink nervously.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry about that” you finally managed to hold yourself up and let go of his arm. Your hands brushed against the material of your coat, you took a deep breath and looked up on him. “None of this is your business. So lets drop it” you added to ensure he will not continue the subject that nearly had you hurt your head against the concrete.

“Why would you agree to meet me, if all you are interested in is Namjoon?” He wouldn’t stop. It would have been too easy.

“Because there is nothing between me and him. Because there never will be. We known each other since we have been like 10. I introduced them and now I get to watch from the first row of the wedding venue” you added and your eyes turned blurry with tears rushing out. You didn’t even realise you were crying, the entire evening was such an emotional roller coaster that all you wanted to do is just lay in your bed.

You started walking towards your apartment building, although it was a few streets away you needed the fresh air to sober up and organise your thoughts. Taehyung followed, walking hand by hand. In complete silence he was just there. It wasn’t uncomfortable, even though you only just met him. The sounds of night in the city were surrounding you, as the two of you kept walking. A soft breeze of wind brushed against your cheeks and hands, making you feel a little bit better. A little calmer.

Eventually you made you way into your building and Taehyung hesitated at first but kept following you. Until he heard you tell him to go, he was right behind you. The silence remained until you walked into the lift. You pressed the button to get you to your floor, the door shut.

The lift started making weird noises but went up. It went through few floors and then a loud crack filled the space and the lift aggressively stopped. The second it happened you have grabbed Taehyungs arm, digging your nails into it.

“I think it’s stuck” you whispered, terrified of small enclosed spaces.

“Hey hey it’s okay” he instantly grabbed your hand, trying to comfort you. Seeing you lose all the colour on your face he walked towards the panel and rang the bell what said “in case of emergency” but nobody picked up. He tried two more times but still nothing. You didn’t feel well, the alcohol, the emotions and now this. You have slowly slid down the wall of the lift and sat on the floor. Taehyung followed, acting all responsible and comforting.

The lift didn’t move and you managed to adapt to the space, you sat down and told Taehyung the whole story of you and Namjoon, then how you met Grace and how you ended being in love with someone whos about to marry your other close friend. He understood now why you would never make a move, but also it was obvious that ruining friendship over that also didn’t seem like a good idea. He was understanding, he was really good at listening and was very attentive. The alcohols slowly started leaving your system as you felt a little bit more clear and sober.

“So yeah, now I am a crazy person involved with absolutely no one and nothing”, you finished you story, slowly blinking and looking into his eyes. The both of you sat on the floor, heads propped by the wall staring each other deeply - eye to eye.

The temperature went up and the air seemed thick. The chemistry from the restaurant came back as you were just looking at him. After a few seconds of silence and visible thinking process Taehyung moved his face a little bit closer to yours and whispered “Let me fuck Namjoon out of you”. You gasped. Your jaw dropped, your head moved to be back as you couldn’t believe the tension between the two of you and the audacity for him to even say something like that.

“Youre drunk. Shut up” you brushed it off and turn your head away from him, to not even look at his reaction. But he only licked his lips and grabbed your chin towards his own face. Gently swirling his fingertip on top of your cheek, with the other hand holding your chin and slowly pulling it close and closer to himself. Your stomach twisted and your lower abdomen felt familiar excitement. The closer his face was to yours, the more you started to close your eyes. Eventually his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. His lips moving against yours, tongues slipping in between. His hand dropped to your waist and back, pulling you closer to himself. A quiet moan escaped your mouth and he smirked hearing it. Forgetting youre in a stuck lift, you kept grabbing him hungrily closer to yourself, his hands exploring your back, your front, squeezing your breast. Eventually finding yours neck and holding it in his large hand, but admiring it at the same time. The kisses became sloppier, as the tension grew between the two of you. And just then, the lift started moving up again and you realised. You pulled away and looked into his eyes, hazy, only just opened but filled with lust. He was gorgeous. He was offering himself as a doctor to your broken heart. And if not for the broken lift you would have never agreed to it, but now.

“Let me help..” he murmured into your ear and the door opened at your floor. You nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him into your apartment. The door shut behind you, he rushed to strip your top, slowly walking towards something that his blurry eyes seem to recognise as a kitchen counter. You finally got your hands on his black top, pulled it up through his head and just there in front of you was a defined torso and broadest shoulders you have seen. Without hesitation you started kissing his neck, collarbone and his shoulders and in a hurry he has started undoing your trousers. Sliding them down your ass, down to your knees and close enough to the counter that he slowly lifted you up and up on it to get rid of the rest of your clothes off. Completely bare, sitting on your own countertop with the hottest man you have ever seen. He started at your lips against, soon to move down to your nipple. Every move filled with haste and hunger. His hands expertly playing with your breasts, as you were undoing his black trousers. Visibly hard length in his underwear, dog tags hanging from his neck and his hair ruffled by your doing. It felt like a fever dream, like a naughty fantasy about a soldier in your house. Yet it wasn’t, he was there in flesh. Adoring every piece of your skin.

Your hands slowly palming his arousal, as he pulled you closer to himself, his tongue circulating around your nipple, sending you into overdrive. You threw your head back, feeling the mess you have been making under yourself on the counter.

“You are gorgeous” he moaned into you, as you were slowly pulling his cock out of his underwear. His trousers now at his ankles, his underwear joining it. He stepped out of both and finally looked back at you. Your eyes hazy, cheeks burning up and your incredible body right in front of him to devour.

Without wasting anymore time, he has parted your legs and kissed your core. Softly at first, but as you pushed his head by his cropped hair into yourself he understood the signals and went straight to the main course. Fingers inside you, hooked to fit the right spots. His tongue flat, playing catch with your clit. The moans he has been spilling out of you filled the entire apartment, probably also neighbours rooms. He was so skilled, he was so good and he was so caring with it. He was definitely a giver and he was getting off on how much pleasure he was able to give you.

“Mmmorreee Tae” you whined at him when he stopped for a second to appreciate the state you were in. He smirked seeing you dismantled and begging for more. Not hesitating anymore he pulled you off the counter slight lower, lined himself to your entrance and pulled you onto him. Your legs hooking on his hips, pushing him even deeper into yourself, the both of you moaned in sync.

“Fuck.. you’re tight huh?” He rasped out, as he places few kissed on your neck, giving you time to adjust to his length. He was filling you all the way to the brim. Feeling this full made you see stars, without him even moving an inch. “Now you will listen to me” he growled as he slowly moved out and into you.

“He doesn’t deserve you” he whispered, as he pushed into the deepest part of you. “You don’t even need him” another thrust. Each snap of his hips was attached to some kind of sentence. Whether worshiping your body, your mind or your independence.

“Tae… don’t” you begged because you didn’t want to hear about him. You didn’t want Namjoon to exist right now. Right now all you had was Captain Kim Taehyung.

“Fine” he answered, picking up the pace. Grabbing you completely off the counter and holding you by your hips and ass, he started ramming into you. Eventually turning around and propping you against the wall next to the fridge; just to give himself a little support as he kept speeding up and slowing down. You were on the verge of scream, exhaustion, high. All of those feeling mixing with each other in your head. He held you by the wall for a little longer, thrusting relentlessly into you, hearing you moan louder and louder only encouraged him.

When it seemed like he finally got tired he asked “Where is the bed?” Right into your face, although you weren’t sure if he was even looking at you.

“To the right” you answered, trying to slow down your breathing enough to answer. He found your bedroom, sat himself on the bed and propped you on top of him. Without hesitation, you continued the movement and he was helping you by holding you by the hips and thrusting into you. You were no were as fit as him, so you got tired quickly and slowly moved towards the bed. Laying down on your side, with him behind you changing the pace to slow, sensual and deep thrust into you. With that, he finally had access to your clit, which he slowly started playing with, aligning it with his thrust. You put your hand on top of his, and with each thrust you pushed his hand more and more towards yourself until…

“Tae I’m so close.. please” you begged, hoping he will have mercy on you. And be did, he sped up a little and you finally came undone in his arms, him holding you tight, pressing your back to his chest. With cold dog tags pressing against your back too, you moaned his name. He didn’t stop though, few more thrusts of his hips, few more and few more. Eventually he pulled out, seeing you finally come down from your high he laid you on your back, slowly moved all the way on his knees to your mouth and tapped on your chin. Confused but your chin fell down and he entered your mouth. Without even hesitation or question, he started fucking your throat, holding onto the bed frame. You were gaggin and choking on his cock, lodged deep inside your throat. Tears falling down your cheeks, as he kept going and going until he finally chased his release for long enough that he spilled into your throat, pulled out and instantly grabbed your body to hug.

Slow, gentle kisses down your arm, looking up to your fucked out eyes. You smiled and nodded with approval and drifted off.

*Few weeks later

You were really so much better, ever since that night. Your confidence was on another level, you got all of your certifications done and you were ready to take on the world. Namjoon and Graces wedding wasn’t bothering you anymore and you were literally glowing. You finished packing your desk in the office and went downstairs to get lunch. Your last lunch in the office. The second you stepped out of the building you felt like someone was watching you. Turning around you noticed familiar dark uniform.

“Y/N!” He shouted at you and started walking towards you really fast. You smiled, Taehyung. The night you have spent with him was the last time you saw him. He sneaked out early in the morning and you never heard from him after. Neither through Namjoon. Nothing. And you were okay with that, even though it wasn’t what you are looking for, the night has healed your broken heart.

“Taehyung, what are you..?” You got startled the second he showed you a singular rose that he was holding behind his back. You looked into his eyes and saw the warmest smile. The way he was looking at you with admiration, the chemistry instantly back.

“I know I didn’t reach out but and I promise you this isn’t an excuse- I didn’t reach out because you needed to pick up your broken pieces a little. But the truth is, I didn’t stop thinking about you, about that night and.. I would really like if you’d let me to ask you out. On a proper date, just you and I. No distractions, no funny behaviour. No clowning” he smiled shyly and handed you the rose. You giggled a little and without hesitation nodded and hugged him. It wasn’t what you initially intended, but your life showed you that no matter how much you can plan, everything will work by itself.

[mcytshipsandmore]

gripearl anon (however me calling them doomed yaoi/refering to any pearl ship as yaoi already gives out my identity quite a bit but oh well.)

I think! In evo everyone was like very young adults. I think pearl and grian went to high school together and grian innocently invited pearl to join evo like some sign up program thingy that they didnt know at the time was gonna be bad and irreversible-

I think pearl had a dumb teenage crush on grian. I cant even tell if its onesided or not. But it doesnt matter cause after the dragon fight he was gone. They took him away. Pearls best friend. Who welcomed him to the server, who had been there for him in a lot of personal important moments of their teenage years just like he was for G. Who introduced Pearl to everyone and gave him stuff to start out. Sure, Pearl is capable, doesnt need the help, but its so nice someone is so thoughtful.

And now that someone is gone. Pearl falls into a depressive episode for weeks, even months, with many other evolutionists trying to cheer him up. Eventually he does! Sort of. A happy christmas with friends.... before- the finale.

Before the world starts falling appart all around them. I picture this- purple sky, meteorites, parts of the world glicthing out, falling appart, eternal void, like the day they lost him.

And then they reach "safety", or so martyn and jimmy claim. Theyre the only ones who can speak to those *things* that helped them move to the new town. Never again like the old one. Thats for sure.

And Pearl- is trapped. In a cocoon. The evolutionist moth evolved, into a wolf. The dark shy closed off moth didnt work for the watchers anymore, they turned him into a happy and excited fierce dog, a man's best friend. That took him the whole season and so he missed 3rd life but he was there for last life and after scattering for resources-

Before meeting Scott.

He meets Grian.

After all this time. He sees Grian again. His best friend. His first love- and Grian doesn't seem to recognize him.

Sure, theyre both changed, physically and in demeanor. Just like Pearl grew taller and hairier, fluff replaced with fur, shyness replaced with open excitement and tons of energy. Grian had changed a whole lot. Hair, height, body type, it was as if theyd switched- except his face was just- creepy. Uncanny. It was still Grian just also- a completely different person.

He pretended like he didnt knew him. But that was a lie. Pearl knew it was a lie cause the moment he pushed too far trying to make him remember "evo and the old times", Grian snapped. He asked Pearl to not talk about Evo ever again, for his own good? Forget it ever happened.

And thus it became an unspoken rule between evo lifers to pretend like that never happened- some did better than others. Martyn surely forgot about the old days when he ditched Pearl at the end of DL session 1. Pearl didnt tho, and brought it up slightly to him at the Broken Hearts Club.

Even confronted BigB after finding out about the "secret soulmates" thing.

I like to think of Pearl, specially DL Pearl, a bit like Hera, specially EPIC Hera at least on her main song I heard. Viewing loyalty as so important and cheating as so horrible- cause lets be real, she just went off to the nether with a friend, the first one to claim someone else as his soulmate was Scott, but thats a whole other can of worms.

So when Scar, his only friend thats still by Pearl's side, brings up how his soulmate, GRIAN, is cheating on him- with BIGB of all people?

"BigB. I expected better from you."

Nothing else needs to be said. Because to have expectations is to think you know somebody. And Pearl thought he knew all his fellow evolutionists... seems not.

Oh but back to the gripearl stuff- the amount of rage Pearl must've felt finding out Grian was doing something as horrible as that to Scar, the only person he can rely on (cough snowblings crumbs)

Pearl officially hates Grian's guts. And he regrets ever even liking him in the first place.

Oh but when limited life hits and Grian looses his boys. His bad boys.

On one of their last nights, and they know it will be, BigB, Grian and Pearl, all sit behind those small barricades on the skyline (i forget what its called), reminiscing. Fuck rules. They all know theres a season after yet every finale does feel like the end of the world. The end of a world they know so well. Everything caving in and all they have is one another.

Sigh anyways thats it for life series gripearl. Also i think gripearl sounds like gripers and thats funny to me

Ah and in hermitcraft theyre much much sillier and way less angsty lmao

(Post is meant to be taken as gripearl /rom. snowblings(scar&pearl) /fam or /p. And pearl + bigb/martyn /p)(aka im not implying any other ships)

grian: well I'm sure this evo thing won't be bad in any way

Pearl: totally!

*years later*

Grian, eldritch horror:

Pearl, bloodthirsty victor:

Grian: want to kiss

Pearl: sure.

[spicyangelz]

"200 leg raises a day?!" Yes.

So about the couch to 5k, i literally cant do it anymore i tried to go running but i slipped REALLY BAD and its freezing cold so ill do it again when its warmer (remind me in 2024 (☆ω☆)

In a month, we are having a festival at school and i have to fit in this REALLY tight dress because it was expensive and my mom wont buy me another(；￣Д￣) i bought it last year and i gained pretty much from it so i NEED to get to a better shape RIGHT NOW. im going to do 200 leg raises and an arm workout 6 times a week and i will update you guys in a week! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ if its works, i will continue until the festival. After the festival i will start exercising more normally and stick to volleyball and gym (im getting my gym card soon) more!!

my current sizes (please dont be mean(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄))

waist: 81cm

arms: 27cm

tigh(s): 56cm

lower belly: 89cm

spicyangelz is signing off! bye qties (づ￣ ³￣)づ

UPDATE 1: It was my first time and oh god, my stomach was hurting so much, but my loer back was in pain so i will change it from crouches to leg raises since i cant do crouches correctly (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ and i ate so much sweets today, we made cookies and ate candy at school... but i will stop eating sugar after this day! i promise ill update you guys every time i see something change! (*´ I `)ﾉﾟ(ﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

UPDATE 2: i took a 2 day break since my abs were SO SORE. but today i will do the leg raises again and i feel like my stomach has already gotten flatter YAY＼(≧▽≦)／i also feel alot better since i havent ate sugar in a while, this friday i will post my sizes again and lets see how much i have lost in a week! stay tuned angelz!

[lupusbaby]

I hate to be that person on here but I’m having such a crisis I’ve literally been crying to the point of almost throwing up and I feel the urge to do things I haven’t had the urge to do in a long time now.

I’ve been flaring up for like 2-3 weeks, and it’s been worse than ever before. My mobility is terrible, I’m getting low-grade fevers and flu-like symptoms every day. I’m in a lot of pain. My skin burns. I’m napping 2-4 hours most days.

Since I started going way downhill when school started, and I am constantly pushing myself to my energy limits to keep up, that school was the reason. I’ve been deliberating on leaving (I’m in nursing school and it’s super rigorous and long hours for me).

First crisis- I find out that if I do a medical leave of absence I’m potentially going to have to pay $10k out of pocket because they take away my grant money. I CANT WORK because I’m disabled, I just go to school. My husband provides for us and we’re trying to save money to start our life. This amount of debt out of pocket would cripple us.

Then, I go to my rheumatologist for an urgent appointment. I tell her about my symptoms. She says that my lupus and fibromyalgia are both managed really well, and my symptoms aren’t from either of them. She said she doesn’t know what’s causing my symptoms, she is concerned, and I need to see a neurologist. She didn’t think school was the cause.

She tells me that I should stay in school because I’m going to feel worse at home, even though I feel terrible afterward. She said I wouldn’t qualify for disability because my diseases don’t explain my symptoms. She said I need to do more therapy, do mindfulness and think positive.

She said it’s my choice to make about school but I can’t do *nothing* (I know that), and that I’ll feel bad and lose my self worth if I stop going. She said if I didn’t want to be a nurse that was okay (not the reason at all that I’m considering leaving but honestly at this point fuck it all).

I don’t know how to do this. I just don’t. I can’t do it anymore. I sobbed on the way home, told my mom I don’t want to talk about it, and now I’m crying in the shower.

I’m basically at square one again with what the fuck is wrong with me, have no idea what to do about school, and my will to live is so low it’s in hell. I have no idea what to do. I already missed a clinical, so I’ll have to pay to make that up and then do 2 9-hour shifts in the same week when I’m already burnt out from one.

[elliereject]

stupid bitch .1

* you and ellie have been friends for years but you only recently discovered that the way you liked her was more than just friendly. unfortunately, she’s already in a relationship with a toxic girl who (surprise!) does not like you. as their relationship starts to sour, you’re the one ellie always goes to for comfort and you oblige until you can no longer take the heartache and pain you’re feeling which causes you to finally confess…blurring the already thin line between yours and ellie’s ‘friendship’.

* infidelity, oblivious!ellie, meanish!ellie, pining, anxious thoughts

* first fic, based on girl in reds Stupid Bitch bc wow does that song make me scream. if this gets any traction at all ill post pt 2 and a couple others I have in the works :) feedback is appreciated, pls enjoy and interact!!

*mdni

*wc - 4k

part .2 here

You had a love hate relationship with Ellie.

Well, it was mostly love…who were you kidding, it was all love.

She’s been your best friend for years and you were so fucking glad she was apart of your life. She’d been there for you during the worst parts like when your parents didn’t speak to you for a month after you came out and the best parts like when you got accepted into your dream school.

Every great memory in your life, Ellie was there. She was someone you could rely on and who you knew would stick by you even when she saw the worst parts of you and you hoped she knew you would do the same for her. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. Of course, it wasn’t until she started dating her that you realized your true feelings.

“I’m telling you! She’s just—she’s perfect!” Ellie gushed, your stuffed animal being squeezed to death between her lean arms.

You forced a smile onto your face, a sour feeling thrashed in your gut. “I’m happy for you, glad you guys are hitting it off.”

“We’re more than hitting it off, we’re like, on the exact same wavelength..did you know she does her own tattoos? How fucking cool is that?”

You turned back around in the chair at your desk, trying to busy yourself with the schoolwork you were supposed to be doing and rolling your eyes at her rambling. The two had been seeing eachother for the last month and she did nothing but talk about her.

“Yeah I did know because you’ve told me a thousand fucking times..” You mumbled.

“Hm?” She asked, “Sorry, Cat just sent me the funniest meme.”

She spun your chair back around to show you the meme on a cracked screen and when you saw it you wanted to take her phone and toss it out the window.

“I sent you that like 4 weeks ago.” You laughed dryly.

“Oh, for real?” She mumbled, already pulling her phone back to continue texting Cat.

You rolled your eyes again, huffing when you picked up your phone to text Jesse. He was the only one who knew about your newly discovered crush on Ellie, other than her, you considered him your closest friend and he had comforted you when you came to his dorm, eyes filled with tears and guilt after you told him that you were in fact in love with your best friend.

im going to go fucking insane.

oh brother, what did she do this time?

she won’t stop fucking talking about her ☹️ she litrly just showed me a meme cat sent her that i SENT HER WEEKS AGO and she didn’t even remember

you know ellie tho she prob just forgor fr

jesse i Litrly cant do this anymore. I’m going to rip out my air and throw my laptop at the wall.

Rip out your air? How would that work, like a breathing machine??

Die

💪💗 sorry y/n im sure it’ll get better

😐 when?

…

Before you could see his response you dropped your phone in your lap when you felt Ellie tap your shoulder, “What?”

“Said I’m gonna go piss.”

“Oh, okay.”

She got up from your bed and when she left, her phone was still there.

You shouldn’t. It’s a complete and utter violation of her privacy. If she caught you, she’d probably never talk to you again…

But you knew her password, and it was right there and you were so damn curious.

Your hands moved before you could rethink and suddenly her phone was in your hand and your eyes were skimming over her messages.

You clicked on the thread with Cat and felt your heart seize when you read what she was saved as: my girl ♥️

Despite the searing pain you felt pang through you like a hot knife, you read on.

i can’t wait to cu tonight ;))

same, u can finally get started on my tattoo!

mhm 😇 can’t you come over a little esrlier? im so bored T_T

cant :( yk im hanging out with ★ rn

yeahhhh but she’d understand you’d wanna hangout w ur gf right?? she said she was happy we started dating so she can’t get upset

what the fuck?

yeah ig but irs been a while since I last saw her

plssss els :(( just wanna hold u rn

There was a little space between this message and the next, you figured it been when you and Ellie got caught up in a conversation about your mutual hate for one of your profs.

if u rlly don’t wanna see me jus say that.

yk that’s not true id love to see u rn

then COME, if she gets upset that’s not ur problem..she has to understand you can’t spend all your time with her

What the fuck was this bitch even talking about? She was the one trying to lock Ellie up. You were about to scroll down to see what Ellie had said but you heard footsteps and threw her phone back on your bed before pretending to be stuck on a practice question.

Ellie picked up her phone and you were so scared she’d notice you were on it you thought your heart was going to pop out of your chest and fall onto your desk.

“Hey..”

Dread filtered through your body. She knows, she knows and she’s going to confront you and she’s going to storm out and you’re going to lose your best friend and—

“I think I’m gonna head out, seems like you got a lot of work to do.”

You dropped your pencil and turned to look up at her, “Are you sure? I mean we could go somewhere if you want.” You didn’t want her to leave, you wanted her to stay in your dorm with you forever.

“No.” She said quickly, backing up “It’s fine, I’ll see you later.”

“Okay I’ll see you—“

She walked out your door, letting it close.

“Later.”

—★

It was a freezing December night the first time Ellie came to you, eyes ridden with tears over a fight with Cat.

Usually, it was her calling you up to have you come over and comfort her because Cat was ‘acting weird’ and ‘being mean’. But something serious must have happened for her to be here.

A few weeks had passed since that enlightening time at your dorm where she had practically flown out of your room to go see Cat. During the following weeks, the two of you had barely talked let alone seen eachother and when you did it was almost always about Cat. You understood that you were both busy with school and she was busy with her girlfriend and you didn’t know whether it was Cat or Ellie that had forced the two of you’s separation or if it was your own subconscious mind trying to protect you from getting hurt. Either way, you missed her dearly.

She was pounding hard on your door, and when you opened it she immediately rubbed her red rimmed eyes. She lived in the other dorm building and judging from her appearance you imagined she ran here as quick as she could; Snowflakes adorned her hair and eyelashes and her nose was red from the cold, she had an old green hoodie on and plaid pyjama pants. Even on the verge of tears she was still so unbelievably gorgeous.

“Ellie, it’s like 3AM..” You said groggily, you knew she had trouble sleeping but she usually texted you if she needed a distraction.

“I know just, please I need to talk to someone. And Dina’s with Jesse and Cat fucking—” She paused, sniffling.

You sighed, stepping to the side so she could come in and you could close the door that was currently blowing in cold air from the freezing hallway.

“What happened?”

“It’s Cat.”

Of fucking course. Fury engulfed you, Ellie wasn’t one to cry often or even come close to it so Cat must’ve done something pretty fucked up.

“She was being so distant and I don’t even fucking know what I did and then some fucker I don’t even know just sent me this,”

She shoved her phone in your face and the image made even more anger surge throughout you. It was blurry but you could still make out two figures, one with short black hair—Cat, and another unrecognizable. Cat had her arms locked around the mysterious girls neck and the two were not just kissing but full on frenching. You wanted to throw insults so bad but Ellie was upset and that was more important than dissing her girlfriend.

“Oh Ellie, I’m so sorry.” you said softly, pulling her in for a hug.

She sniffled and wiped her nose, “Yeah, thanks.”

“So, are you two..” you trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

“I don’t know, maybe. I sent her a text about the picture and told her to call me but she hasn’t answered.” Ellie said, pulling away.

“Ellie are you serious?” You questioned, looking into her green eyes. “She fucking cheated.”

Ellie looked to the side, avoiding your scrutinizing gaze.

“There could be more to the story.”

You scoffed, “Looks pretty straightforward to me, she went to party, made out with another girl and is completely ignoring you.”

Her jade eyes scanned your face before she shook her head, “You don’t like her.”

No shit you don’t like her.

“That’s not true.” You lied.

“Yes it fucking is! at first I thought I was overthinking it but whenever I bring her up you get this…this look on your face.” She accused.

“What look? This i—“

“That look!” She cut you off, pointing a long finger in your face. “Like..like you’re about cry or blow up or something.”

“I—“ Before you could defend yourself Ellie’s phone rang, the two of immediately knowing who it was. Ellie cleared her throat and answered before the second ring even started.

“Babe?” She croaked out and you winced, both at the nickname and the pain in her voice. You couldn’t listen to this.

“I think..you should go.” You said quietly, walking toward your door to open it for her.

Her eyes flashed to your face before she nodded and walked out, phone still close to her ear.

That night as you crawled back into your bed and warm tears hit your pillow you never wanted to rip out your heart more because the love you had for her was still there, never wavering and consuming you entirely even though you knew it would never be requited.

— ★

It’d been weeks since that night and since you’d talked to Ellie. You didn’t mean for the gap to stretch this long, you decided to give her some space after your…argument? And then you had finals, and then winter break where you went back home to visit old friends and reluctantly, your parents.

You came back two days before classes started up again so you could ease back into your routine. In the last few weeks you tried your hardest to push thoughts of Ellie out of your mind but you cared for her too much to completely disregard her and bits and pieces slipped through the guards you had put up.

You layed on your dorm bed, sighing as you stared at Ellie’s Instagram.

Back together, you thought.

Over the course of Cat and Ellie’s relationship, you’d learned how to tell when they were ‘on a break’ and when they were together just from her Instagram.

When they were together, her profile picture was the two of them, Cat pressing her lips against Ellie’s cheek and Ellie with her eyes scrunched closed, a joyful look on her face. Ellie also had a highlight labled with nothing but a cat emoji as well as a few random posts of them doing more random shit.

When they were ‘on a break’; Ellie’s profile picture was the default one and she had no highlights, and a singular picture posted; her and Joel after her highschool graduation. After Ellie saw the picture of Cat at that party it’d been like that for two and a half weeks and you silently hoped it’d stay that way forever.

Now, her profile picture was the two of them looking happier than ever and you couldn’t help but feel mocked while you moped miserably in your cold dorm alone, your only comfort being the stuffed animal that you held close to your chest.

You missed her, desperately.

You couldn’t do this anymore, you had to have her in your life even if it wasn’t the way you wanted. You sat up, brushing the stray tears from your face you didn’t know had fallen. Determination coursed through you, you were going to break the silence first.

Ellie was getting back tomorrow so you arranged a plan, you’d pick up a pepperoni pizza from her favourite diner—pizza was her favourite food and you’d called her basic when she first told you, which she replied “Anybody who says they don’t like pizza or pizza is basic are trying too hard to be different, pizza is the only perfect thing in the world.” and you shoved her arm playfully telling her to just eat the freaking pizza— the memory made your heart hurt but you swallowed the feeling.

Then, you’d pick up both yours and her favourite snacks from the 7/11 near your campus along with a few sodas.

And finally, the main item of your grand scheme, stopping by the blu-ray store to pick up the first Jurassic Park, the two of you could always watch it on Netflix but she preferred having the physical thing, stating it felt more ‘authentic.’

It was going to be the perfect night, and by the end of it, it would be like the entire last month and couple weeks never happened. The two of you would be back to normal.

— ★

You’d spent the entire next day anxious about seeing Ellie again. You’d woken up early on accident and had to find things around your dorm and campus to busy yourself until it was time to get ready and grab all the items on your list.

And now here you were at— you checked your phone, 6:43 PM— pyjama clad and balancing a pizza box and your phone in one hand and two bag fulls of snacks and Jurassic Park in the other.

You placed one bag down to knock on the door and you heard shuffling before it swung open. To your distaste, the person who opened the door was not your best friend/crush/reason for breathing, but instead her girlfriend who you knew didn’t like you. Could you blame her though? You were in love with her girlfriend. Although she didn’t know that, at least…you don’t think she did.

You can’t believe you hadn’t thought about what you’d do if she was here, the pair seemed to always always always be together when they weren’t ‘on a break.’ Your eyes trailed down her form, she had on tiny plaid pyjama shorts and a thick green hood on that you recognized as Ellie’s. Jealousy plunged through you like boiling, corroding acid.

“Babe, who is it?” You heard Ellie call down from somewhere in the dorm and your stomach flipped, it’d been so long since you’ve heard her voice.

“Your friend.” She deadpanned.

“Who?” Ellie questioned, walking into view of the door frame. Her short auburn hair was out of it’s usual style and laid damp against her neck along with a towel, she was wearing thick navy sweatpants and a thin white tank top. Your eyes immediately landed on the black ink that trailed across her right forearm. She looked fucking amazing.

“★?” Her jade eyes widened, “What are you doing here?”

You held up the pizza box and movie half heartedly, “Surprise?”

She smiled and you swear to fucking god you almost dropped everything you were holding to whip out your phone and snap a picture. You’d missed her smile so much and seeing it online just wasn’t enough.

“Come in, you and Cat can catch up while I finish drying off.”

You looked at Cat, honestly forgetting she was there. Her dark eyes bored into you and you couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was with her short black hair and milky skin. Why were the pretty ones always fucking crazy?

She stepped to the side so you could walk in and put everything down on the old coffee table.

Awkward silence enveloped the space between you two before you cleared your throat, she was Ellie’s girlfriend whether you liked it or not which meant you’d being seeing a lot more of her so you had to atleast be civil.

“I like your hoodie.” You tried, giving her a weak smile.

“Thanks. It’s Ellie’s.” Maybe you imagined it, but you swore you heard a bit of a mocking emphasis on Ellie.

You sighed, taking a seat on the worn green sofa Ellie had found on Facebook market place for what she thought was ‘the deal of the century.’

“Hope you like pepperoni pizza.” You tried again.

“I’m vegetarian.”

Of course she was.

“Oh..you could pick them off?”

She scoffed, trudging off in the direction of Ellie, leaving you to sit alone. This was not going as planned, you’d wanted to spend one on one time with Ellie and discuss what the fuck had happened in the last month but it’d just be awkward when the elephant was literally in the room.

The two returned, Ellie’s hair dryer now and towel discarded. Ellie plopped down beside you and you didn’t miss the way Cat’s eye twitched.

Ellie’s eyes landed on the box of pizza, her face lighting up. “No way, I thought they were closed during the holiday’s.”

You smiled, “Guess I was lucky.”

She smiled back and your gaze met hers, your heart picked up in speed when you saw something in her warm jade eyes…something soft and—

Before you could inspect it further Cat slid past your legs to sit on the left of Ellie, separating the two of you again and almost pushing you off the couch.

Cat leaned into Ellie and you thought you saw her stiffen in the corner of your eye but when you turned to look at her she was back to normal, maybe you imagined it.

“You brought a movie?” Ellie asked, eyeing the small black rectangle on the table.

“Oh, yeah! Jurassic Park.” You leaned forward, picking it up.

“On blu-ray?” Cat snarked, “Isn’t that a little outdated.”

You looked at Ellie but she was focused on the the pizza, already downing a slice and a half.

“I think it’s fun, feels more..authentic.” You replied, noticing the small smirk that crept on to Ellie’s face.

You got up, fiddling with the small TV and DVD player like you did many times before when you and Ellie had a movie night. Finally, the movie started playing and you grabbed a bag of snacks as you eased into the beanbag instead of sitting back down on the couch.

Guess yours and Ellie’s talk could wait.

The movie droned on and Cat inevitability fell asleep on Ellie, you pulled out your phone as the scene where Donald Genarro gets eaten by a T-Rex while on the toilet started up.

You were answering snaps, liquorice hanging from your mouth when you got a text from Ellie, you looked up and saw her staring at you.

Bored?

You smiled,

We’ve seen this movie like a million times. I’m tired of watching an attorney get chomped up on the toilet. 😔

she stifled a laugh,

are u serious? 😫 that’s like the best scene.

personally, I like the end where they make it off the island.

Ofc u do 😒 always a sucker for happy endings.

You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

Hey can I ask u smth

ofc what’s up?

whyd you come here tonight? don’t get me wrong I’m glad u did its just. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from u and then u just like shoe up lol

shoe up? 🤨🤨

She frowned jokingly.

I’m srs.

Your fingers hovered over the letters as you thought of how to answer, you couldn’t just tell her that you’d been thinking of her aimlessly in the last month and you’d decided to push away the immense romantic feelings you had in order to at least stay friends with her now could you?

i just missed you and I thought like, why did we even stop talking in the first place, yk?

As you typed the next message you felt heat creep up your neck and your heart pick up just a tad. It wasn’t risky per say..just a little intimate.

tbh, ive been missing you the entire past couple weeks. like so fucking much 🫥

You added the emoji to soften the blow, make it seem less like you were in love with her and her absence caused a gaping hole in your life.

tbh, me too. im sorry abt that night btw. i was angry and felt betrayed and I lashed out on u even tho u were just looking out for me, and im sorry for not reaching out.

I understand and I’m sorry too. for yelling and not reaching out sooner 💗😞

I don’t forgive you.

Panic flooded your brain, was she still upset? Did she not want to be friends with you anymore? Did you wait too long to reach out? Ellie looked at your frightened face and tapped quickly, reassuring you.

Joking joking! I was gonna say i might if u come over like this more often but.. yeah 🥸

You sighed, relief washed over your body and you giggled.

u always have the worst timing.

You glanced up at her expecting to see a smile but your heart tugged at her expression, she looked..sad. The usual gleam in her jade eyes was gone and her soft lips were pulled into a solemn frown.

i know

Before you could pick apart the message a shiver jolted through your spine and goosebumps covered your neck and arms. When did it get so cold?

hey is ir kind of cold in here?

yeah the heaters busted. turns on and off 😒 i asked matinance to come take a look but yk how those mfs are.

damn..r ur blankets still in the same place?

nah i moved them a while ago they’re by the actually lemme just show u

Ellie peeled Cat off her shoulder carefully as to not wake her up and motioned for you to follow her. You got up from your seat on the beanbag and treaded quietly behind her.

She led you into her room and as she dug in the back of her closet you took in the space. It’d been too long since you’ve last been in there, you breathed in the familiar earthy-pine scent that was so inadvertently Ellie and eyed the bed you and her have had countless conversations on. Your eyes travelled to the guitar that stood against her bed frame, the wood worn from years of both her and Joel playing, she’d only played for you a couple of times and even then it was little snippets as she felt too embarrassed to play you a full song.

“Here.” Your eyes snapped back to her and the plush green blanket she held out. You were confused for a second but then you’d remembered why you came in here in the first place.

“Oh right, thanks.” You reached for the blanket but you must’ve anticipated for it to be lighter because it fell from your hand and landed with a soft thump on the floor.

She sighed playfully, reaching down to grab it, “Always a klutz, huh, bug?”

Your breath hitched at the nickname. She’d started calling you her lovebug back in elementary school to tease you since you always demanded she leave bugs and other insects alone and always opted for the piece of paper and cup method to set them free instead of her brutal method of stomp until they’re dead. The only insects she really liked were fireflies, she didn’t really have a reason..she just did.

However, she stopped calling you it when she had started dating Cat and resorted back to her regular “dude” “bro” and “man”. You forced your heart not to read too much in to her use of it, it probably just slipped out, nothing more nothing less.

She picked up the blanket and put it in your hands, placing one on top of yours to make sure you were holding it properly. And that would’ve been fine and dandy if she let go and you would’ve shuffled back to your seat on the beanbag and it would’ve been normal, and it would’ve been okay.

Only, she didn’t move her hand. She let it rest in top of yours, the heat from her body travelling to yours, igniting you in a way you don’t think was possible. You looked up to meet those familiar pools of jade, finding the same look you had seen when the two of you were on the couch; soft and wanting.

It’s funny really, you had shown up here with so much ready to say and now look at you. Completely silent, terrified that if you even breathed too loud it would shatter whatever blissful moment was going on.

But your heart battered against your chest, screaming and thrashing at you.

it’s NOW or NEVER. SAY IT, SAY IT, SAY IT!

“I like you.”

Silence. There was no echo in the room but you swore your words bounced around the walls and hung in the air.

“What?” She breathed, taking a step back.

This was wrong, you knew it was. Her girlfriend was literally less than 10 feet away and the two of you had just started talking again, but you couldn’t do it anymore. You needed to tell her, if there was even a sliver of a chance she felt the same way you were going to take it.

“I like you— more than a best friend like, and I have for a while. And I know you’re dating Cat and I get that you like her, I really do. But I can’t do this anymore, Ellie. I can’t sit and pretend I’m happy for you because I’m fucking not. Whenever I see you two together, kissing and hugging I wish it was me—fuck I wish it was me.”

“Bug,” She paused, closing her eyes briefly, “ ★..I’m dating Cat.”

“You think I don’t!—“ You paused, urging yourself to breathe and counting to ten slowly.

nine..ten.

“You think I don’t know that?” You repeated, calmer.

“★..” Ellie began but you pushed on.

“Ellie can’t you see how..how bad she is for you?”

“What?” She asked, anger lacing her voice.

“She’s hurt you time and time again, and I’m always the one who has to comfort you just for you to go back to her after a few sweet words…she doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’re not apart of my relationship you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” She spat.

You huffed, blowing out air as you tried to breathe again.

eight..nine..

“Just because you’re fucking in love with me doesn’t mean you get to come in here and act like you know a single fucking thing because you don’t.”

Fuck breathing, fuck ten.

“You stupid bitch! She doesn’t fucking care about you. Why can’t you see the one for you is me.” You yelled, then gasped at your outburst. It had taken both of you by surprise, even when you and Ellie got into the nastiest of arguments you never yelled at eachother—minus that one night a month ago. It felt good, letting out all the emotion you had harboured for so, so long.

The two of you were centimetres away, having inched closer to yell in eachothers faces but now it was quiet, except for the laboured breathing that expelled from both of you, fanning over eachothers lips.

Icy jade met the fire burning behind your eyes, the juxtaposition was so intense you thought if your heart beat any faster you’d go into cardiac arrest.

“..You’re the one for me..?” She said, a ghost of a whisper.

And It was quick, so quick you almost didn’t catch it but you did. Her eyes flitted a fraction of an inch down to your lips and fuck, it was over for both of you.

Your lips crashed into hers, her large hands found promise at the nape of your neck, pushing you closer as she slotted her mouth against yours. The blanket in your hands long forgotten as it fell back to the floor. It was heated, hungry, passionate, and desperate. Months of hate, love, frustration, and separation rolled into one long awaited meaningful kiss.

It was when her hand trailed down to your hip, pulling you flush against her body and snaking under your top to brush over your skin that ellicited a sweet noise from you and her tongue sliding across yours, that she finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Fuck.” She breathed, her voice raspy and you bit your lip when you felt your clit pulse.

“I need to—“

“I think you—“ the two of you spoke at the same time making both of you pause.

“I need to go.” You whispered, so quiet she almost didn’t hear you.

She nodded and watched as you turned around and walked out of her room, she stayed like that, standing and barely breathing until she heard the familiar noise of her dorm door closing before she allowed herself to crumble to the floor and hang her head in her hands.

“Els?” Her head shot up, thinking you had returned but she felt guilt flood her body when her face fell in disspointment at the sight of her groggy girlfriend.

“Hey..we need to talk.” She sighed.

She really did have the worst timing.

[pumpkinsy0]

I didn’t realize how much I yapped to my sister (she use to work at my high school.)UNTIL I started college and had to sit quietly for like three hours straights not talking to anyone. It’s only the first week of school and I’m already going insane by the fact I can’t talk as much anymore.

I am one day away from yapping off my poor desk neighbors ear off. That being said I feel like this is a very Sodapop thing of me to say SOOO!!

HC’s for a Sodapop taking classes at college and comes home talking up a storm since he can’t talk at school very much???

i guess the popnin his name stands for the cork that POPped out his mouth😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

•i think hes outgoing enough to actually enjoy the first day of class and SOMEHOW, the ice breakers that teachers make u do, he tells 3 facts and goes on different tangents for all of em, everyone knew the talker they had in their class in that exact moment

•teachers find him a bit odd bc like,,,he never rlly raises his hand,,,but hes SUPER talkative before and after class,,,y arent u participating king,,

•now we r just gonna assume that steve isnt there bc if he was, soda wouldnt b looking like hes about to explode if he doesnt say one thing, i was joking but its like he has a cork in it fr

•sodas just in his seat touching anything and everything, and everytime something happens that he wants to talk about but he cant, he just looks around and gives someone the eyes

•when he gets home, the main ppl he talks to is steve, pony, and darry and its for different reasons☝🏽☝🏽

•pony, bc pony rlly encouraged him to go to school, so he just feels like he has to, steve, i dont think i gotta explain, theyre bffs, and darry, he didnt want to talk about it w darry bc darry couldnt go but darry told him to tell him about his time there bc hes happy for soda and is glad he went back!!!

•soda isnt even rlly IN a club or whatever, he more so jumps between who he goes to after school cause its pretty big, so ik he has a lot of things to say about the ppl he knows, hes kinda like darry in that aspect

•dont even get him started on if he sees an animal on campus, he’d follow it, keep updates about them for the rest of the school year, even gave em an unoffical name

•when he comes home to talk, its like he has a LIST of things hes specifically tries to remember to talk about, he commonly goes “wait did i tell u about _____”

•dont question sodapop patrick curtis on wtf is going on in his class, he dont even know whats goin on in his class🔥🔥🔥

[cyberbabyangell]

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HELLO.

jst wanted to try out the biggest text sorry

lately ive been focusing on the void and waking up there every morning, because with school i cant rlly actively attempt to go there awake anymore. just during the weekends. so here's everything i do, not only void related but also jst shifting and manifesting wise.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི goals : shift in seconds, enter the void every time i wake up, have the 3d bend to my will more easily

. ݁₊ ⊹ morning: i get ready for school, as painful as it is. this is when i like to remind myself of stuff the most, like how i shift in seconds and stuff. i usually have something in the background like a show or subliminals depending on how i feel. in the shower is where i start visualising my dr a lot. random thought but this is literally my last year of school in this reality and i swear im feeling smth 😭

. ݁₊ ⊹ school: on my way i daydream a lot. i daydream hours per day and its not rlly something i can control BUT i have been trying to lately, and have it 50/50 like daydreaming half the way and affirming the second half or daydreaming on the bus and affirming when i walk. during class, if the teachers allow it i put on calm songs that i'd put in the innerspace and visualise myself studying there. during launch i listen to stuff for the void :P whenever i find myself bored at school with a notebook laying around i write down my robotic affirmations.

. ݁₊ ⊹ afternoon: i put on void affirmations (no music) because i automatically repeat them when i hear them :D and i add a morphic field with that. its usually layered (field in one tab and affirmations in the other) but i also like to listen to the field after the affirmations. usually the field triggers physical symptoms like motion sickness, slight headache, shivers/goosebumps and stuff so i dont like listening to it more than 3 times. then i take a break and do whatever. at some point ill put on my void playlist and lay on my bed and affirm. if i finished school hyper early or its the weekend i do enter the void awake! but i like waking up in it better.

. ݁₊ ⊹ night: i put on a shifting reprogramming sub! to remind myself that i shift effortlessly and in seconds. at first id listen to any subliminal so i could give my subconscious the "choice" of either waking up in my dr or in the void, but i narrowed it to changing my shifting mindset while i focus on the void. i check the formula to make sure they dont include immediate shifts/waking up there 😾

. ݁₊ ⊹ manifestation: this is something i do throughout the day without much thought, its been a week and a half honestly and im already used to it. like, first of all every time someone pisses me off i try to not let it get to me and i instantly tell myself, "It's 3D stuff, it won't matter for too long." and since i talk to myself a lot about shifting, i have the occasion to persist! so to remind myself "Only my 4D matters, I'm already in the innerspace, I already shift whenever i want" blablabla. i also have a vision board

the stuff i listen to!!

these two usually once or twice a day! ↑

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this ↑ playlist contains classic void subliminals, a void morphic field and a self-hypnosis! ive been doing the self hypnosis for 5 days now :3 its what i listen to when i lay down and affirm.

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↑ this is what i listen to at night, with a morphic field :D usually the same one as above lol.

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↑ these are all manifestation subs, i used to listen to them but i dont wanna overload my subconscious :3 and also i dont need them anymore because i keep manifesting naturally 🫶 i jst dont gatekeep ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩

" what works for me may not work for you, but that doesn't mean you can't explore! and listen to your gut! "

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Like a old married couple || kuroo x yn

(fluff)

yn pov

i walked down the stairs to buy a coffee in the machine. it was cold here so i wrapped up myself in the blanket even more.

-oh yn! nice blanket. - yaku pointed to my purple blanket with unicorns.

-hmm thank you. - i mumbled sleeply.

-she uses it since elementary school - kuroo teased while chuckling and yaku with kai after him. i turned around to make contact eye contact with him.

-oh yeah and you sleep with a elephant which hold a volley ball. the one that i gave you for your birthday.- i squinted my eyes.

-wha- not anymore! - kuroo tried to protest.

i turned my head to the side still holding eyes contact with him.

-i saw it in your luggage.

-i will surely blackmail you with this! - yaku couldn't stop laughing so kuroo rolled his eyes.

-at least come here and share that blanket with me. - he opened arms to give me a sign to sit on his laps. i forgot about reason why i came here and just sit down on his laps. one of his arm he put around my waist and with the other one stroke my legs. when he felt under fingers plasters on my knees, he frowned and looked at them.

-oi yn what happened to your knees?

-yeah, exactly. what did you do to both of them? - yaku also asked curiously.

i sighed.

-you see, i was shaving my legs and accidently cut myself. nothing new. nothing old.

kuroo chuckled.

-u have nice taste i must add. unicorn plasters? really?

i shrugged my arms and snuggled into kuroo's chest which didn't go unnoticed by yaku who wiggled his brows on us.

-so tell us loverbirds… how do you like living in one room together?

-terrible! she's showering an hour! because of her i can't shower! and she have too many cosmetics. every shelf is full of them. you shower once a week that you use so many?

he turned his head to me still stroking my legs.

-you should be thankful you’re sleeping next to girl who smell good!

-yeah a girl who kick in her sleep and won't let me sleep.

he nudged me in the side.

i felt offended so i also started to point out things he do.

-oh yeah? and i sleep with a boy who don't lower the toilet seat!

-hmpf! and i with girl who is a teenage girl but still watches cartoons.

-and i with boy who shit 10 minutes in which the 8 spends on tik tok!

-guys stop this fight already... - kai tried to calm down the situation because of two boys which were standing next to machines watching our fight.

-i enjoy it. don't stop. it's really interesting - said grinning yaku. i sighed crossing my arms on my chest.

-i'll forgive you if you buy me a coffee from that machine. - i mumbled quiet enough so only kuroo could hear it. i gave him monets and looked away. i heard kuroo laugh but still didn't look at him.

-you're hilarious yn. i cant with you. alright ill buy you it. - he stood up so i took his sit. all for myself.

-hm what? what did she ask you? - yaku asked.

-she's too shy to walk next to this boys to buy herself a drink and begged me to buy it.

the mentioned boys looked in our direction then fastly walked away.

i kicked kuroo in the back of the thigh at which he winced a little.

-hurry up!

-i'm going, jeez. - he bought me the drink but when he gave it to me it turns out to be water, not coffee i asked for. we started to argue once again that the personel almost kicked us out so we decided to head to our respective rooms.

- yn. i’ll take shower first. - kuroo stated and started walking towards bathroom doors.

- oh yeah go ahead. - i responded and my eyes followed him till he disappeared behind doors.

i quickly went towards his luggage to find that plushie. after a few minutes of searching i finally found it. i put it on his bed side. when i heard kuroo coming out of bathroom i quickly took a random book and stared to read it as if nothing’s wrong. i hardly managed to not laugh. kuroo stood shirtless with wet hair and towel around his nape looking clueless.

- wha- YOU DID IT ON PURPOSE.

i started laughing hysterically as he jumped on bed and started tickling me.

[vampziry]

some things i’ve manifested using the law of assumption —note that i’ve been using it to manifest for years, i was around 8 or 9, so it’s a lot—

1- when i was 8, i remember leaving the church and going home. i really wanted to go to the mall that day because it was almost xmas eve and there’s a lot of activities in my country, i also wanted to see the big xmas tree by the electric stairs. i remember that i affirmed everyday only one affirmation, i didn’t pay attention but lately i realized that ive always been living in the end and didnt realize because my affirmation stated the desire already fulfilled. i affirmed the whole day, i even went to the backyard and looked at the sky as if i was talking with god or something similar. i started affirming around 11 am and by 5 pm my mom was getting ready and i asked her “where are you going?” and she literally told me: i received your school grades, they are all good for me so im taking you to the mall. i lived happily the whole week because i thought that was my first encounter with god or something 😂😂

2- this was in my freshman or sophomore year, i really cant remember the time really well in this one but i do remember that my friend and i had fought and i was really scared because he ignored me everyday and we used to be really close so i reminded my subconscious everyday for like 3 days straight that they were not mad, they were just dealing with stuff or busy (yeah the gaslighting 😘😘) and nah, by day 4 he talked to me again and everything was back to normal like nothing happened.

3- food. yes, the thing i manifest the most is food because i adore eating. i used to live with the assumption: my mom is bringing me chocolate/cheesecake or pizza from work today. EVERY WEEK. and it would happen, i got used to it and stopped assuming random things that had to do with food.

i cant remember any other one, dementia patient right here 🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

as for my recent ones, ive got a bunch. im a very anxious person and tbh manifesting before was way easier than now. the pressure is killing me but i still managed to manifest stuff from 2021 to this day.

1- a boyfriend. yes, i manifested a boyfriend around april 2021. i didnt go into detail but he had everything i was looking for + he was amazing (at first ofc), he later changed and i had to start attending to therapy sessions cause i got diagnosed and im still traumatized. i forgot to script the loyalty part… so yeah he definitely did cheat and gaslit me. but he made me feel amazing while it lasted. we broke up around 2 months ago and we had 2 years together. i didnt manifest the break up, he did. which is good. the universe sent me signs cause days later after the break up i found out messages and stuff of him cheating the same week of the break up.

2- i manifested for my attachment to go away. note: im the type of person to get attached emotionally to people, i was emotionally depending on my ex, so as soon as we broke up i had a dream where somebody told me to just go out the day after and spoil myself. buy whatever i want and spend some money cause i was working so hard to buy the flight to go and see him. 4 days later when i found out he was with another person i cried in my way to work and i was feeling so well that day that i literally did my hair and makeup but it got smudged :(( but that was the last and first time i cried over him after everything was over. next day i woke up feeling positive and i suddenly let everything go. bad people eventually get what they deserve in life so i just got over it and im not attached to him or the old story anymore!!

3- i manifested new friends plus i contacted my old friends back. most of them were in bad terms with me cause i blocked them out of nowhere because of my ex, everything was so messed up but they forgave me and they are very good friends after all, they text me and hype me up every day so i cannot be more grateful :D

4- i manifested my sp :D after these 2 months i thought to myself: if that person could move on, you can too. so i did, although my sp and me are not fully prepared for a relationship rn, we’re both aware of our mutual attraction and promised to give us time until we were both fully healed 🫶🏻

5- MONEYYYYYY. yeah it sounds like im too ambitious when it comes to money but im soooo silly. i spend everything i get plus i need to pay for my own stuff at school. i dont like bothering my parents with my expenses —even though they are supposed to provide for me but i feel like a problem when i do that so—, i manifested money like 4 times this year??? first, my parents never give me more than 100 for my birthday and all of a sudden they gave me 500$??? i even posted about it my happiness was out of the roof. i went to the cinema w my friends to watch an anime movie that got released on my birthday yayayaya. later, i started working and got like 1,200 in the summertime and now i manifested more money this week TO SAVE. i literally by assuming got into the void and manifested a bag full of money. i wont stfu about it IM AMBITIOUS in a good way with money, i need to move out and start building my future (bro im still 17 😔)

6- clothes and makeup. uMmm im not a fan of makeup tbh buttttt i wanted to have some in case one day i decide to put some on, my skin has always been clear and pretty, my lashes are super long and my eyebrows are really thick so i only worry about doing a perfect lip combo. i got a box and 2 bags full of makeup <3 especially makeup of my favorite brands 😙😙😙 i also was able to buy clothes online very similar to the ones that i had on my pinterest boards ^^ but i kinda forgot to buy shoes.. BFFR 😭😭😭 ive been repeating the same 5 shoes, but im gonna buy some new ones soon!!

7- colognes and jewelry 😘😘😘😘😘 yes, im a fan of these too!! my dad gave me a box full of earrings and rings. but not any kind of earrings, LONG AND BIG EARRINGS W UNUSUAL DESIGNS just how i like them. and some cute rings w rabbit, figures, etc. the colognes smell really well!! i got the nicki minaj perfume in all versions, dior colognes and a box with like 8 different types of victoria’s sprays 🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

8- a good school year. its only been a month but ive made friends and i find a lot of people WHO SUDDENLY KNOW ME, waving at me in the hallways and im like OH YEAH HI even tho idk who they are?? it feels so goodddddd i feel like an it girl omg 😭😭😭 and also my grades are MAGNIFIC, i got accepted in our honors program and im currently a staff cadet in our military program I DID NOT EVEN KNOW IT WOULD BE POSSIBLE FOR ME TO ACQUIRE A HIGH RANK HERE BUT I DID ITTTT I DID ITTTT IM LEADING :D

yeah i cant remember more but thats all i’ve accomplished so far, see u dont need the void to fucking manifest 🥱🥱🥱🥱 gurllll-

[maevesheart]

speak of the devil

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ she-devil (06)

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

note: —

summary: you cant avoid peter much longer, especially after he gets jealous and shows you just how much he likes you.

WC: 3.1k

TW: i don’t want to give too much away, but there’s sexual content ;)

“y/n?”

your head snaps up, eyes meeting those of mr. kammadi, your physics teacher, who’s face looks rather angry.

“sorry, mr. kammadi,”

he huffs and turns back around, drawing more complex figures on the board.

it’s been a week since harry’s party, and a week since you told your dad you wouldn’t follow through with the internship.

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ONE WEEK AGO, GRIS-RISE

“daddy, i won’t do it anymore,” your arms are crossed across your chest, and your father is fuming in front of you.

“y/n/n, you had one fucking job!” he screams, and you flinch back, the echo of his booming voice bouncing off the walls of his office.

“please don’t yell,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

“i have never been more disappointed in you. i gave you one single task, one thing that could keep me up at the top, and you can’t even do it.” his words are venom, seeping into your skin and sticking there.

“i’m sorry, but i, i can’t fake it.”

“your mother would be incredibly disappointed in you. i don’t even understand how you’re her daughter.”

a tear slips down your cheek, and you turn around and rush out of his office, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

you were already disappointed in yourself, and then he had to bring your mother into it. he knew the mention of her would hurt you.

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PRESENT DAY, MIDTOWN HIGH SCHOOL

the sound of gym shoes squeaking is loud behind you, as you storm down the hallway, trying to get to anatomy as quickly as possible.

unfortunately for you, peter sits behind you in anatomy.

he’s hot on your trail, matching your pace and trying to muster up the courage to talk to you.

he heard you cry, and you admitted everything to him, or well, spiderman, so he was well aware of all your feelings.

you still had no clue that it was peter under that mask, who held you while you sobbed in the street.

you slip into your seat in anatomy, pulling at the collar of the white button down you’re wearing, suddenly feelings very choked as peter sits down behind you.

his eyes are trained on the back of your head, following the trail of your long, shining, bouncy y/h/c hair.

he remembered how it felt to wrap his hands around it and then….

“parker!” mrs grier’s voice snaps peter from his thoughts.

“uhm, yes, mrs g?”

“can you tell me what this is?” she points at the drawing of a woman’s vagina on the board, the whole class stifles a laugh, waiting for nerdy, clearly a virgin, peter parker to answer.

“um, that’s the hymen, ma’am.” his voice cracks as he speaks, red flushing his cheeks.

flash is quick to quip back, “how’d you figure that one out, penis parker? i’m sure-“

“oh shut up, flash!” you groan, peter’s mouth opening and eyes flashing to you. this is the first time you’ve acknowledged his existence since harry’s party.

“don’t worry, y/n/n, i can teach you all the inner workings of a-“

“flash thompson, that is quite enough,” mrs grier finally cuts in, turning the class attention back to the diagrams on the board.

15 minutes later, after she’s handed out the homework, mrs grier is sat at her desk, giving the class time to finish their assignments.

peter’s finger is light on your shoulder, and you quickly spin around, narrowed y/e/c eyes meeting his wide brown ones.

“i, uh, i want to talk to you,” he stammers, nervously tapping his pencil on the desk. his voice is quieter than a whisper, hoping no one is listening in on the conversation.

“no.” is all you answer back, spinning around in your chair and averting your attention back to the paper in front of you.

as much as you wanted to talk to him, you couldn’t. it was far too embarrassing for him to reject you once, and you definitely were not going to let it happen again.

the bell rang, and you rushed out of the classroom as quickly as possible. liz finally catches up to you, and stops you outside your locker.

“woah, y/n, didn’t realize we were joining the track team,” she lightly laughs, hoping to pull at least a smile from you.

your friends had noticed you had been more upset recently. the only one who knew about peter was harry, as you had left your phone at his house after peter left the party, and texts from peter came through before harry returned it to you.

harry didn’t believe it, so he confronted you himself.

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SIX DAYS AGO, STACY RESIDENCE

gwen had invited all of you over for reality tv night, something the four of you had been doing since freshman year.

harry had picked the real housewives of beverly hills, and lisa rinna’s voice reached your ears as you poured another diet coke for yourself in the kitchen.

harry was leaned against the counter next to you, your phone in his hand.

“i believe this belongs to you,” he smiled, your face relaxing as you took the phone from him.

“thanks, h. i left in such a rush i didn’t even remember to grab it. you’re a life saver.” he smiles, accepting all the compliments.

“oh please, you flatter me.” he prods your side, earning a giggle from you. harry was your best friend. you decided you owed it to him to spill about peter.

“harry, i have something-“

“i know about peter, y/n.”

your lips form an ‘o’ shape, and he raises an eyebrow.

“i saw your phone light up with texts from him after you left my house. i was confused, so i opened your phone,”

harry had put his face id in your phone years ago, and you knew this. you just were never dumb enough to give him the opportunity to use it, well, until last night.

“and i saw at least 15 texts from peter streaming in. it was all him apologizing. i was confused, so i scrolled up and found texts of you two talking. i didn’t realize how close you two were,” he doesn’t say it accusatory. and it’s not malicious. it’s actually, well, it’s almost worry laced in his words.

“harry, i need to tell someone. please, just listen.” you plead, and he nods, using his frame to block liz and gwen from view.

so you tell him, about the internship, your fathers request, the walk in the park, the small flirting, then the kiss. the terrible kiss. you tell him how you left his party sobbing, the first boy you had given yourself to since brad didn’t want you. you were crushed.

harry’s arms are quick to gather around you as a small tear falls from your eye. his hand is warm where he rubs your shoulder, and his other hand is cupping the back of your head, massaging your hair.

the two of you have always been close, a brother-sister bond. harry comes on all of your family vacations, the guest bedroom in your penthouse is practically his.

after his parents divorce your family had taken him as one of your own… your father and gregor loved him as a son, considering his own father cared little to none about him. damn norman osborn, as your father would say. norman, harry’s dad, owned oscorp; the top partner of gristech. oscorp supplied all the laboratory studies for gristech’s engineering and space technology programs.

so telling him about peter and watching as his face twisted from sympathy to anger was all the confirmation you needed to be done with peter parker.

“he’s a dick, y/n/n. i’m so sorry.” his long lanky arms surround your body, and you tuck your face into his chest.

he was a dick. and you wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

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PRESENT DAY, MIDTOWN HIGH SCHOOL

you dropped your backpack to the floor and squeezed in next to liz on the bench across from harry and gwen, the three of them deep in conversation.

“hey girl,” liz smiled, pulling you into their meaningless conversation about their best hookups.

“mine was that random guy from the bar on 5th, 100%.” harry stated, like it was completely obvious.

“the one with pink hair?” you asked, raising your eyebrows as he frivolously nodded his head.

“mine was that luke dude on the football team. total worldie!” gwen giggled as she remembered the time she got with brad’s best friend over the summer.

“ew. football boys.” you shuddered. “well mine was georgie. sorry y/n/n,” liz laughs as your jaw drops. “you got with him?! since when!” you smile, prodding liz’s side.

“when we were like 14! i swear!” you all laugh before gwen’s face falls.

“uh, y/n…” her voice trails and you see her looking over your head, eyes wide and frantic.

“what?” you question, watching as harry bites his lip and looks down.

you turn around at the same time as liz, met with the chest of brad.

liz’s eyes narrow, and you swear you see steam coming out of her ears.

“what do you want?” you demand, crossing your arms. his lips turn into a smirk as your cheeks burn with anger.

“hey, angel eyes. long time no see,”

your lips turn into a snarl as he uses the familiar pet name that you used to adore.

people at the surrounding tables are staring, and you’re sure they can feel the disgust radiating off your body.

peter and ned are watching with intense concentration, peter’s super senses allowing him to hear as if he was sitting right next to you.

“don’t call me that.” you seethe, “you lost that right a long time ago, bradley.”

“ouch. the full name. that really hurts, y/n/n.” he says with mock sadness.

“what do you want, brad?” harry questions, his words sharp as knives.

georgie is sat with flash and kyle at the table behind you, where brad came from.

you give georgie a death stare, and he winces, knowing he will be getting yelled at once you two are at home.

“i wanna talk to you.” brads eyes meet yours, his black and mournful, just the way you remembered them.

your eyes soften when he stares into them, the familiar feeling of longing settling deep in your stomach.

“i don’t want to talk to you,” you break away from his eyes, instead staring at his shoes. you won’t let him have this control over you.

“just five minutes. please.” he pleads, his puppy dog eyes making it hard to resist.

liz’s hand is hard on your arm, refusing to let you stand up.

“maybe later,” you squeak, your mind betraying your heart.

no! y/n, what the fuck?!??!?! you internally curse yourself.

“definitely later.” he smiles and with a wink, he’s gone, sitting back down next to kyle.

georgie gives you a sad look, telling you he’s sorry. you shrug, grabbing your bag and rushing to the bathroom, the eyes of the entire grade on your back.

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you feel like throwing up. and crying. and screaming. why would you tell him maybe? that’s worse than yes!

you’re so busy with scolding yourself that you don’t hear the door to the locker room open.

you’re hiding out in the lacrosse locker room, knowing that no one will come for you here. but, you’re wrong.

little to your knowing, peter quietly trailed after you out of the cafeteria, his handy super stealth coming to his advantage.

he felt wrong following you into the girls locker room, but he had to know that you wouldn’t talk to brad.

when he enters, your staring into the mirror on the inside of your locker, calming yourself down.

“tell me you wont talk to him,” peter huffs, a sudden stream of courage surging through his veins.

you jump, not expecting him. “go away peter.” you rolls your eyes, slamming the locker closed and picking up your backpack off the ground.

peter is faster than you though, at your side and grabbing your hand before you can grab the bag.

“tell me.” it’s not a question. it’s a demand.

you’re in surprise really. you’ve never seen peter like this before, he was always so soft and gentle.

“i-i don’t understand, wha-“ you stutter, a light blush dotting your cheeks.

“i’m not letting you go until you swear you won’t talk to him later.” his eyes are dark, angry. you’ve never experienced angry peter.

“you’re not the boss of me.” you tilt your head up with a surge of confidence. peter cocks and eyebrow, finding your sudden conviction amusing. “y/n, i’m not leaving until i have verbal confirmation from you.” a smirk plays at the corner of his lips as you scowl. your hands are still snug in his. they fit perfect, something you don’t fail to notice.

this was a side to peter you’d never seen, and you had to admit, you kinda liked it. but then you reminded yourself that he left you all alone, and you hated him once again.

“let go of me peter. i don’t want to see you.” his smirk faltered, and his grip loosened just enough for you to pull your hands back and slam the door to your locker shut.

“what’s wrong?” he questions, though he already knows the answer. “why won’t you talk or even look at me?” his pleading eyes make your heart hurt, and you give in.

“you left me at harry’s,” your voice is small, eyes trained on your shoes.

“y/n, i swear, i didn’t want to leave,” he’s back at your side, his big hands cupping your face, forcing you to look at him.

“i have to go peter. i need to talk to brad.” you push him away, and quickly make your way to the exit.

peter is faster, and soon your pushed up against the lockers, his hands on either side of your face.

“no.” is all he answers, eyebrows narrowed.

“yes.” you speak back, chin up. your fighting back a smile, getting off on seeing him so worked up.

“now out of my way, parker,” you roll your eyes and duck under his arms, not getting far before he’s quickly guiding you backwards, and swiftly pushing you down onto the blue bench in the middle of the room.

“brad can’t kiss you like i can,” peter smirks, your mouth dropping into an “o” shape before his lips slam onto yours, a groan falls from your lips and into his mouth, he smirks, knowing he’s got you know.

his hands land on your hips, pulling you up off the bench, and then your suddenly straddling him, him sat on the bench this time.

his hands are hard on your hips, keeping you pressed down onto him. you can feel his excitement against the inside of your thigh, and pink dots your cheeks.

your hands are tangled in his hair, tugging the deep curls, earning tight squeezes on your hips from him.

a throaty groan leaves his mouth and enters yours as you push down further into his lap, your skirt gathering high up on your legs.

you’re the first to pull away, and peter’s lips attack your neck. “no hickeys,” you warn, earning a whine from the needy boy under you. “but whyyy? they’re fun,” he whispers, trailing kisses now down your collarbone. “none.” you demand, and he finally complied, attaching his hungry lips back to yours.

he was a shockingly good kisser, you never expected him to be as good as he was.

“you were right,” you sigh against his mouth, and he pulls away and cocks an eyebrow, “about what?” he smirks watching you roll your eyes.

“brad can’t kiss me like you can,” you giggle, watching as his eyes darken, his hands soon under your skirt, holding the skin of your ass in his hand.

“glad you finally came to your senses,” he says, toying with the band to your lacy thong.

“can i?” he whispers, eyes suddenly filled with gentleness, compared to his previous look of lust.

“yes,” you answer, watching as his long fingers slide the light pink thong down to your knees.

peter can smell your arousal, and it makes him harden even more in his suddenly very tight jeans.

jesus, is all he can think. he’s never been more turned on in his life. here you are, sitting so pretty and obedient about to do what ever he asks in the school locker rooms.

he couldn’t believe his luck.

he takes his thumb and lightly circles around your swollen clit, earning a whimper from your lips.

he watches with admiration as you slightly writhe above him, your hands tight on his broad, strong shoulders.

he picks up the pace, just wanting to watch you. “peter,” you say quietly, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open so you could look at him.

“yeah?” he halts his movements, and your eyelashes flutter at him. he can hear your heartbeat, going 100 beats a minute.

you’ve never looked more beautiful.

“we can’t do this here,” you shake your head, even though you wanted to continue, you knew school was not the place to do it.

he pouts, but he understands. “okay,” he smiles softly, pulling your thong back up your legs.

“can i come to your place later?” you ask, and now he knows he’s done for. “i’d like that,” he smirks, leaving one last hasty kiss to your lips before swiftly standing up and setting you down.

he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, giving you one last smile, and then he walks out of the room, leaving you to compose yourself.

“peter!” you call, causing him to halt his movements. “yeah?” he turns his head, met with a big smile across your lips.

“i promise i won’t talk to brad,” you giggle, and blow him a kiss while he playfully rolls his eyes and exits the room again.

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[restlesschilled]

TMagP 013

Note: As Always, I am a backer so this was written 23 April, 2024 and scheduled to be posted on 25 April, 2024

oh god its another episodes written by Alex

awww thanks odin <3

Im dreading this

PRE STATEMENT/ CASE

OHHH DATE TIME

THE FLIRTING

This is so cute but i cant trust it because alex wrote it

"that you dont know how cute you are" adshfjagdhflakshdf

WERE STARTING WITH THE BIG STUFF

"hi im from an alternate universe"

CELIA IS A MOM

JACK IS HER BABY

"i had a while few years when I first moved here"

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO CELIA OR JACK I WILL RIOT

HOW DARE

SHES A SINGLE MOM

"that depends on your baggage. DISH"

"they were the first ones that didnt want me" oooooooo\

Alice's Parents are dead good to know

"most pathetic vague post shes ever scene"

"more wine" "please"

LENA OFFICE

GWEN MY POOR BABY

"is it my fault?"

MY POOR PRECIOUS GIRL

"were managing the bad guys" FUCK

CASE

this hold music is a BOP

i had to stop and have my friend explain public school in England to me because that is not the same thing as American public schools

oh lovely a "fiance guy"

a hedge fund guy what i mean is a hedge fund guy

Why in gods name, would you use experimental setting on a hedge fund/ investing app… when you have no idea what it does and it has a shit tone of disclaimers??? i get being desperate but that's just stupid

also the irony of this guy saying hes a good person when hes betting on people failing with hedge funds

do people even steal phones anymore?

i feel like they are not worth all that much and just have to many ways to tack them for it to be worth anything unless you are targeting someone specifically

yeah i figured they might have targeted him

im pretty sure this would qualify as inside trading somehow

betting against your own company and than tanking the company is very illegal

pretty sure betting you'll have a shit time and then making sure you have a shit time would be the same thing

basically this man is committing insurance fraud... but through a hedge fund

it just occurred to me hes calling from the hospital that's what the beeping is

also vertigo mentioned

he was attack by computer bugs lol

shitty "finance guy" gets whats coming to him asmr

post statement

okay i know sam probably mean "be professional" like stop with the flirting

BUT WHEN YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT I SOUND LIKE YALL HAVE BEEN HOOKING UP AFTER WORK SOMETIMES.

HAVE YALL BEEN HOOKING UP?

this is how i choose to interpret this this is my new head canon( it was already kinda my head canon)

But if you ever ask me to be professional again, I'm going to have to take a shit on your desk." ALICE

"you signed the official secrets act in your onboarding. And I know all your school friends say treason's 'bussin'' and 'fire', but it won't look good on your CV." i love her so much

"its fine when I say it"

this episode really said fuck capitalism didn't it

also do week need to talk about the fact that celia's son is named Jack Ripley like jack the ripper

WAIT A SECOND JACK IS A NICKNAME FOR JOHN/JON

DID SHE NAME HER SON AFTER JON?

[shianarou]

RENKAZA FANFIC

Idk if I should continue this Lol. But basically Modern AU with a little bit of reincarnation au~

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It's been a week since he last saw kyojuro. He been staying over his friends house, mostly douma, while he looks for a new apartment or place he could afford to live by himself. Why was he avoiding kyojuro? The story started back when they're first year students.

His name is Soyama Akaza. He had a twin brother named Soyama Hakuji who is currently engaged to his fiancee, Koyuki. He lived a pretty normal and kinda happy life. Although they never met their mother they're doing just fine living with their only father who don't want to re-marry. Well its not like they want a step mother so its fine.

When akaza and hakuji attended their college, him and his twin were separated by class. Much to both of their happiness.

Maybe akaza could already feel it, sense it from the distance but when he met Rengoku Kyojuro, his classmate. He felt a pull of wanting to be near that man, to talk to him, befriend him even if the latter looks like he don't like akaza. He bothered that man ever since, starting conversation no one asked for, following him for no reason and even giving the guy a lot of food and snacks like some sort of bribing.

Akaza cant understand his obsession towards the blond. It even went all the way of renting and staying in the same apartment because he coincidentally met kyojuro while looking for one as well and just had to take the chance.

He slept on the couch while kyojuro slept on the bedroom but its fine. Akaza was persistent, for some reason.

It went through for a whole year. Until one day.. He woke up in something he knows was not a dream.

He dreamed⋅⋅⋅ no. He remembered losing his father, then koyuki, then himself. He turned into a demon, a monster who kills and eat people. His actions went for years and years, killing and killing specially demon slayers and hashiras. The flame hashira was one of those killed by him.

He killed the man and escaped like a coward after he notice the sun rising. He was, fortunately, killed and defeated not so long after the event. During his battle Against the water hashira and a kid named kamado tanjiro.

When he remembered all of it, he cant help but look at his hands. His hands stained with so many blood of people he killed with no mercy.

He wanted to calm himself, telling him that his not the same anymore. But then again, why was he persistent in living together with kyojuro? Even against his will? Isn't he basically the same persistent demon that kept asking the flame hashira to become a demon like him?

It was too much.

He couldn't take the guilt, the pressure of those memories. He wanted to run away, and he did.

From the start kyojuro doesnt like him so its best to finally leave. Maybe kyojuro would finally feel at peace, free from some crazy guy obsessed with him. That night, he took his school bag, his clothes, necessity⋅⋅⋅ putting them all of it on his suitcase. The same he used to move in.

He left the keys on the counter to let kyojuro know his not coming back. Ever.

Akaza went to douna that day, the latter was shocked to see his friend soaking wet from the rain while also carrying and dragging a suitcase with him.

With douma, akaza didnt hide anything. He told all of his memories, the things he- they had done. He asked for a favor⋅⋅⋅ for him to stay till he can find another place. Douma have no problem, he even said akaza can stay with him along with gyutaro and ume.

But akaza doesnt want to bother him. Although douma has changed, he dont want to disturb the three of them. Actually theres four of them already and akaza will be fifth thats why he dont want to.

It rained for a whole week for some reason. But its such a great day. How lucky akaza is that he remembers his stupid memories just before their vacation? He wouldn't see kyojuro for a whole month! He hopes the guy find a way to forgives him. Somehow.

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Its been three weeks since he left. Akaza had already found several apartment he liked his just now deciding which one is the best.

He decided to visit one of the apartments today, its his number one choice so his hoping he could still get it. He left during the noon, theres not much sun since the rain just stopped a while ago. But akaza like the way its windy and cloudy in a way.

The apartment akaza chosen was far away from kyojuro's and also away from the city still so its great for akaza. He did have to work on a quiet alley but its fine, he grew up learning martial art so whoever mess with him will get it.

What he didnt expect however, is meeting kyojuro just right after turning right.

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Both of them were silent, not speaking anything but akaza grew discomfort. The way kyojuro was too silent for him is.. Weird. Kyojuro might have been silent most of the time with akaza but this time it was different. He could feel it in the air around them. The awkwardness on his side and.. Something definitely negative on kyojuro's.

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Idk sorry I kinda forget where im going on this one since I put this on draft and kinda forget about it⋅⋅⋅