#i hope the tone here isnt too mean sorry

[hpdfag]

Hi!! We’ve both been less active but I’m sure we both are still missing each other…how have you been, once again? I’m sure it’s very stressing to think about the idea of wedding now, it’s probably very frustrating too. I can’t confirm much for you, but I really hope and pray in my own way that someday you can fulfill that need, even if it’s not in the way you now wish it to be. These days are an example of that for me! I’ve always wanted to be a ballet dancer since I was a child (became an irl of a ballerina, you know!) but my mom could never afford or be able to bring me to classes, which frustrates me; I always wanted to be a professional dancer. Well, these days I got my first dance class! In fucking kpop!! And maybe it’s not what I wanted and maybe it’s not the career that I’ll have, but it still gave me so much happiness; it wasn’t exactly what I wanted for, but in the end it fulfilled and satisfied the little child in me. Ranting aside, I think that’s possible for you, too. Maybe the “picture perfect day” won’t be as you wish now, as you dream of; but maybe it’ll bring you just as much happiness you know? Wether it’s not a wedding, wether you fall in love with someone else in this reality, or even something else, I think it’s possible for you to find that happiness, somewhere, somehow. I can assure you! When we’re in the shit as teenagers we’ll always be scared, thinking that this truly will never end. But it does! Trust me, it does. I hope you’re feeling better now! About the uni thing I asked some days ago…damn I just remembered you’re America and you guys have to pay for your Universities and </3 I am so sorry?? If you could maybe move to Europe in the far future to study medicine maybe? I don’t know, but if I had a dream like that I’d want to chase it at all costs…but you should do what makes you happier and safer now! We’re young, we have time to dream. To change! This was a bit of a messy ramble honestly, but I’m still glad I put my thoughts out about this to you :} and I hope it brings some light to your ongoing day too!!

- 🧶

hi, im doing alright, just exhausted,, and i get what you're trying to say but i can't imagine myself falling in love with anyone else, let alone to the point of marrying them. even just considering it makes me feel sick, like im betraying hinata. i'd rather die

i've just been in the grief trenches the past few days, hence the elevated levels of complaining (my dad passed away 9 years and 3 days ago now, so its just. a rough time of year. it comes in waves)

and yeahyeah haha uni is EXPENSIVE here especially if you want to go to a good one, thats why im starting at community college and hopefully getting financial aid as well. the state im living in has a grant that pays for your full community college tuition if you get approved for it, which would be a LIFESAVER since the job search is taking for fucking ever /silly

and yeah, i could at some point move out there for med school, but i'm content with my current path in life i think. i can still work within the medical field even, working on in-house software and IT management and stuff like that. it's not what i wanted to do as a kid, but it's what i think will make me happiest. i cant handle being in charge of someone elses life, it'd burn me out too fast

im so glad you got to do your first dance class though!!! whether it turns into your career or you just end up doing it for fun, i hope you continue to have a wonderful experience.

[mattsjuul]

GRAVITY. chris sturniolo

༣ summary: chris is on tour and misses his girlfriend .ᐟ ♡

༣ pairing: clingy!reader & tour!chris

༣ warnings: suggestive, just a cute lil oneshot tbh, pet names ( i think only one tho ), long distance ???? idk

༣ authors note ♡: ok i rlly didnt know what to do for this tbh i js wanted to write for chris lol!!!! this MIIIGHT get a pt 2 tho. so twoshot!

you stand in your kitchen, your mind constantly filled with thoughts of your boyfriend while he's off on tour. is he sleeping? maybe he's eating something. i hope he's enjoying it. is he gonna call me? isnt he in new york? thats three hours ahead. three whole hours. so if its six pm here then its... seven... eight.. nine. nine pm there? so is he asleep? i dont know if tour's got him sleepy. gosh. can he call me? i bet he looks so good right now. fuck. then your thoughts are interrupted by a very specific text tone. it's chris! "Hey" "R u busy imy" you read, causing you to almost start jumping for joy in front of your open fridge. although you do a little squeal instead. "definitely not" "call me im begging" you reply. "I like that" he replies, making you giggle to yourself. seconds later, your screen lights up with a picture of chris with a big smile holding your dear friend, madison, 's cat.

"well hellloooo" you answer with a smile far too big. "hey sexy" he smiles back just as much. "i've been waiting for this call" you admit. "yeah? you been thinking about me?" he asks in a cocky tone. but it was lowkey doing things to you. well. highkey. "you'd like that wouldnt you?" you ask. "yeah." he proudly says. "i was actually about to rub one out since im alone. show me your tits" he jokes. "don't tempt me" you giggle. "i mean.. you're free to do whatever you want. you're an adult with free will in your own home" he babbles on. you take a deep breath, honestly debating it. why not? he's seen them pleennttyy of times. more so, touched them plenty of times.

"ya' know." he interrupts your debating. "i've had lots of time to think. especially to think about you. and ya' know, we're never really apart for longer then a week. and it's made me realize that you really hold me down. i feel like i need at least one night with you every week to function. not like night.. i mean one sleep. i feel like it's made me sleep not so well. is that crazy? i'm not making sense. but then also, it'll be like 10 am here and i'll argue with nick or matt and i cant run to you. you'd be asleep and i dont want you to be upset the moment you wake up. i hate this seperation. i hate making you wait.. like what if you stop liking me before i get back. fuck. you're not hanging out with that actor guy you like, right?" he goes ooonnn n on. well boobs wouldnt be too appropriate right now. "okay.. no" you reply for starters. "and i dont think it's crazy. i get it. but you're veeeryyy cute for thinking all this. i love you chris. i miss you so much." i say. "i love you. can i see your boobs?" he asks, a giggle escaping your lips at his very stupid words.

yet you lift your top up, getting a shocked look from chris. "oh.. i like those.. a lot." he says, a big smile on your face as you shake 'em a little. "just.. stay there for a second" he says, seeing him moving around, clearly pulling his sweats down. "join me, yeah?"

a/n: ohhhhh em geeee.... idk if i like this tbh lol. but lmk if u want a part two w phone sex hehe. im sorry its so so short sad face.. i actually rlly liked writing this tho idk. yaaay hope u like :') ♡ lmk if there r any mistakes pls i didnt proof read!!!!!! (im in class..) 🐻‍❄️

[lovelivision]

can you write something about brat tamer toji punishing reader for a day full of brattiness by manhandling and overstimulating them? this isnt in your will write or wont write but can you add daddy kink in there?

₊⁺ જ⁀➴💌 i sure can and did ! >:3 it's short but longer than my other drabbles ! i personally don't love daddy kink and don't have it in myself to write it fully but i did a little bit of what i can bear 💗 thank you sm for your ask and i hope you like it ! have a beautiful day/night 💗

꒰꒰mdni // masterlist꒱꒱

Toji punishing you in a deliciously cruel kind of way, his voice dark and gruff when he speaks to you, tone agitated, “Never behave do you? Can’t fucking help yourself.”

His hand harsh on the back of your neck, holding you down, your back arched meanly while he fucks into you from behind. Toji can’t help but bite his lip at the way you grip him, your cunt creaming around him, your past orgasms making his cock so slick and shiny. Trying to suppress his noises so you can’t tell just how much he’s enjoying himself.

You’re out of your mind, words slurred and coming slow between moans, “Mm sorry! Ah!– I– hnn– I didn’t mean to upset you– hah–”

“See,” he’s leaning down, mouth right next to your ear as he spits, “I think you did; I think you annoyed me all day just so you’d end up right here.”

He clocked you so easily, knowing what you were doing as soon as you started pissing him off all those hours ago. He can’t say he’s overly disappointed in you though, he loves taking you like this as much as you do.

“Noo, I wouldn’t–”

“–We both know you would,” he cuts you off.

His hammering pace suddenly stops, stuffing you full to the hilt of him, shallowly grinding into you but not much more. He’s able to feel the way you pulse around him, groaning at the snug fit of your pussy.

You whinge and wiggle your hips back into him, trying and failing to fuck yourself onto his cock. You need him to keep going, to do anything, but he only bites into your shoulder, a light punishment for your complaints.

“You need it that bad, baby?” his voice holds a kind of mirth that makes your skin prick, “Fine.”

He has two fingers on your clit before you can even register his threatening compliance, circling it insistently. You twitch and jolt under him, halted by his hand pressing into your upper back. So sensitive, everything feels hot, your toes curling and feet kicking into the mattress as you gasp out whines.

His cock throbs desperately inside you at the way your cunt pulses and leaks all over him, loving how you struggle against the pleasure. Already so overstimulated and he knows that, he likes pushing you to your limits.

Prying an orgasm out of you without moving his hips, only letting his fingers slip all over your clit until you’re trying to milk his cock. Muscles pulling taut as you cum all over him, Toji moans at it before chuckling breathlessly.

“Fuuuck– look at that,” he clicks his tongue, “Sometimes I think I’m too nice to you.”

Not really registering anything of what he’s saying, not when his fingers are tapping on your clit just to make you jerk under him at every touch.

Pouting out at him, “You’re so mean to me…”

“What do you mean?” you can practically hear the smile you know he’s wearing, “Daddy’s always so nice to you.”

You groan at him, “Ugh, shuddup.”

He laughs at your reaction but doesn’t miss the way your cunt jumps at his words, “Think you liked that a little more than you’re willing to admit.”

Shaking your head back at him in response, going to say something bratty in reply only to gasp and claw at the sheets when he starts fucking into you again. Fast and hard, almost driving you up the bed with how frenzied his thrusts are.

His hands are moving to your hips, using his new grip to fuck you like some kind of toy built for his pleasure. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, he always knows just how to fuck you into insanity, or stupidity.

“Close again? So soon?” He’s teasing you, though he’s breathless as he does, “That’s a little pathetic.”

So many orgasms forced out of you over the course of the night with him that you think he could look at you and you’d cum. “Toji– Ah! Ah! It’s too much–��

“–Should’ve thought about that before you acted the way you did,” he muses, not even a little bit mad anymore. And how could he be? You’re always so pliant when he’s fucking you, it’s something he delights in greatly.

The slick slapping sounds reverberating in the room are obscene, your moans just as loud, no doubt you’re going to wake up to a noise complaint from an angry neighbour again. Your nails dig into the sheets, bracing yourself against your next orgasm.

Fresh tears slipping from your eyes and down your cheeks at the force of it, whines pulled from your chest as your pussy spasms around Toji’s cock for the umpteenth time tonight.

“Such a good little thing,” he fucks you through it, “Only time you’re so well behaved is when I’m balls deep in you, I fuck you that good?”

You’re too busy trying to stay conscious to really be aware of what he’s saying, settling for dumbly nodding at him and mumbling out, “Mhm.”

The state he’s fucked you into is the last straw for him, cock twitching pitifully before he’s cumming inside your tight, little cunt. Painting your walls white and continuing his thrusts even if he’s overstimulating himself to do it.

He’s sounding fucked out himself when he asks, “Are you sorry for today, or do we need to do this all again from the beginning?”

[mournings-stars]

hopefully this isnt too much but how would the gals ((i mean all the hazbin hotel gals if you are willing)) react to you being ovverstimmed? likke the reader has autism and everything in the moment is too much for them how would everyone react and handle the issue? sorry if the spellingn sucks but as someone who has autism id love to see more of some around an autisic reader?

i rly love this ask!! thanks for taking time to chat with me ab it<3 i wrote from a mix of my experience with being overstimulated and some of what we chatted ab but here u go! i didn’t include all the girls but i hope u like :)

charlie

she has a pair of headphones ready for you whenever youre going somewhere where it might be too loud after a while

has a playlist of your favorite songs to help relax

doesn’t bug you, just asks if you want headphones and smiles when you’re shocked that she brought them

“i also made a playlist — or four — i really like this one because…” then she’d have to remind herself that she can over explain it later and handed over her phone

if you got irritable or didn’t want to talk she’d understand but she’d definitely hold your hand if you were okay with it (shes all about reassurance)

vaggie

she is very aware when things get to be too much for you

“do you wanna go?” if you nodded she’d gladly leave with you but if you said no she’d give you some other options since it can sometimes be hard to articulate what would help

she of course knows what helps you calm down the most, so she’ll give you those options and let you pick

you’re definitely trading in your waited blanket for her wings once she has them back

rosie

she can also tell when things are getting to be too much

say you go to one of cannibal towns many music nights, if thing are getting hectic she’ll have them tone it down before it gets to be too much

of course things can just come on (seemingly) out of the blue though, so whenever that happens she’ll take you home if you want to leave, make you both some tea after getting you your favorite blanket to wrap yourself in, and put some soft jazz on her old radio

if you’re a little snippy with her (i get extremely irritable when im overstimulated) she’ll back off, make sure there aren’t any harsh lights to bother you and check in later

emily

i hc that em probably gets overstimulated too at times being a younger seraphim and all that so she definitely knows how to help

if you’re walking down the promenade and she can tell you’re getting overstimmed, fidgeting, itching, just seeming overall uncomfortable, she’ll offer her headphones and if it’s okay she’ll put a wing around you to help you feel a little more secure

she’d definitely be the type to have every single option available so if you like to have something to do with your hands to help you relax, dont worry she has anything you could possibly want

definitely owns several weighted blankets so dont worry about that either

gives plenty of options but not too many at a time cause she knows that could be overwhelming

[ethereacals]

Hi lovely! I love your writing! Can you do a single dad! james one shot where harry is in kindergarten (lily isn’t in the picture) and you’re harry’s teacher and james has a crush on you? No pressure if you don’t have time! Thank you!

hi dovie!! thanks for much for requesting! i was on holiday so i couldn’t respond quickly but i hope this was worth the wait 😊

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Paper Rings~💌

singledad!jamespotter x fem!kindergartenteacher!reader

summary; Harry is a charming kid, but his dad might be even more charming.

a/n; no hate to my girl lily! i just like to imagine that she’s with mary or pandora (:

wc; 1.2k

warnings; none (:

contents; muggle au, james sirius and remus co-parent harry, lily isnt in the picture

YOU WERE NERVOUS, i mean, rightfully so.

Monday, August 23rd. the first day of school, and the first day of your new job.

in the past, you thought you’d be anything but a kindergarten teacher. but after volunteering with a local daycare over the summer…

you were smitten.

besides, you knew one day you’d actually have kids. but that was about… seven years down the line. (yes, you had your future all mapped out)

and it’s better this way, really. you get to hang out with the kids, paint with them, read with them, talk to them, and then at three o’clock you can just return them back to their parents and not have to deal with kids all night.

perfect plan, right?

wrong.

after pacing your well-decorated classroom back and forth about sixteen times in the past twelve minutes, a fellow teacher came in to chat.

“Hi, you’re Y/N, right?”

you spun around to the source of the greeting.

“sorry, yes, i am.”

you shook his hand with an anxious type of firmness.

“it’s nice to meet you, i’m Remus. i teach seventh grade.”

his smile lit up the awkward mood in the room.

“i assume you’re a bit nervous, yes?”

“a bit more than a bit.”

you admitted embarrassingly, they were just kids.

“well, you’ve definitely gotten the best age group to start out with.”

“i have?”

“mhm, all you have to do really is teach them their ABCs, and make sure they don’t eat the non-toxic paint.”

you let out a soft chuckle at that.

“i’ll certainly try my best, Remus.” he smiled.

“well, you’re about to get some kids in here so i should probably leave. just be careful, when i started out i was so much taller than the kids that some of them climbed onto me like i was a tree.”

he chuckled, definitely easing your nerves.

“that sounds like hell.”

“it was.” he nodded, closing your door with a soft thud, leaving you to your own thoughts and feelings.

until a young boy walked in with his dad, nervously clutching onto his big hand.

“hi… you’re ms. L/N, right?”

the dad spoke in a soft spoken manner, clearly not wanting to spook his son. (totally not because he was absolutely astonished and terrified that his sons teacher was maybe the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen)

“yes, i am.”

you answered with the same tone, swallowing down your anxiety.

“well… this is harry.”

Harry ducked behind his legs.

“i’m sorry, he’s not usually shy.”

“it’s alright, everybody gets nervous the first time they try anything.”

you crouched down to the boys level.

“hi, Harry. i’m Ms. L/N.”

“h-hi, Mrs. L/N."

the boy smiled cheekily as he held his little hands.

"we're gonna have so much fun today, so don't be scared." you returned his smile, yet you were probably about as nervous as he was.

you stood back up to face his dad, he was tall... very tall, and his eyes a hazel hue.

god, was he handsome.

no, that was not a good thing to say about someone who was definitely married with a kid.

but... maybe just sneak one more glance..

but, of course. the kids began to pile in, and the handsome young dilf dad waved goodbye to his son, and turned to leave.

little did you know he was thinking of you too.

your first day on the job was incredible, and time had flown by to Christmas Break.

your classroom was lovingly decorated for the holidays, and you had gotten to know your peers a bit better.

Remus was definitely your teacher buddy, you'd get coffee every Friday after school to discuss the past week and your plans for the next.

you had come to find out (through these coffee debriefs) that Remus was actually roommates with James- Harry's incredibly hot father.

and Remus was practically Harry's uncle, along with his long-time boyfriend, Sirius,

"So you're the Moony Harry is always talking about." He chuckled, blushing embarrassingly at the nickname.

"Moony was a nickname from High School, but Remus is difficult for Harry to pronounce so we went with that to make it easier."

You smiled, Harry was a very smart kid for his age.

"so.. James, is he-?"

"single? yeah, he chased after his highschool crush for about seven years at our boarding school, and once she finally gave in they got married quickly. but she eventually realized that she didn't like James that way, and had a thing for our close friend, Mary. so they broke off, luckily it wasn't a nasty divorce but Mary wasn't ready to take on the burden of a child, so James took Harry and now he lives with us."

Remus quickly explained before realizing that was probably a ton to drop onto you all the sudden.

"i-.. sorry, i didn't mean to drop that all on you at once."

"it's alright, and i'm sorry for James."

"he's alright now, the divorce took a large blow onto all of us, since... you know.."

"from the outside it looked perfect, didn't it?"

"couldn't have explained it better myself."

He smiled, sipping on his tea.

"besides, i think he's got his eye on someone."

"oh really? who?" that was a selfish question.

"you."

"w...what?"

you deadpanned, thinking he was joking.

why hasn't he said he was kidding?

where's the punchline?

"he wont stop bloody rambling about you, Y/N."

"what?!"

"yes! he wouldn't stop talking about how you had these braided pigtails two or three weeks ago and how adorable you looked-"

his rambling about James' minute obsession with you faded into the background as you attempted to process-

James, James Potter, James Fleamont Potter, your favorite students father.

likes you, his sons Kindergarten teacher who probably has black circles under her eyes because she barely sleeps anymore cause she stays up and thinks about him-

"Y/N!"

"WHAT?"

Remus broke you out of your thought jail.

"i said that you need to set something up with him, because i know you like him too and i cant keep being the monkey in the middle and trying to get you both to finally wake the fuck up and date eachother!"

You'd never heard Remus so insistent, he was always so calm and collected.

"Remus... i've never asked anyone out before."

"And? it's really not that difficult."

you sighed, pinching your nose bridge softly.

"fine, fine. I'll talk to him Monday."

and you dreaded Monday, but it also couldn't come soon enough.

after finishing up your classes for the day, you walked Harry to James.

"Hey.. Y/N."

"James."

"Daddy!" Harry went running to James, gripping onto his leg with all of his toddler force.

"He did great today, as usual."

"That's great to hear..."

You accidentally stared into his eyes for moments longer than you should have, but it didn't feel awkward.

"Y/N, I have something i need to tell you."

"i have something i need to tell you too..."

"I like you, alot."

you blushed furiously, why wasn't this easy?

"i-i-i like you too.. alot."

"would you... want to go out for dinner, sometime?"

"I'd like that."

"FINALLY!" shouted an exasperated Harry.

[killuasskateboard]

Hi!

May i request a killua x therian reader (s/o) that loves foggy weather with rain and adores any creature (snakes are their favorite animal) thats living except people so they arent very social but they love going to the forest at night and at daytime,so the reader sometimes asks killua to go with them in the forest

(You can make them a girl but only if you want to)

If you arent very comfortable with this you can ignore it

Bye! 🖤🌿✨️

A/n: thank you so so much for requesting againn !! I really hope the story is up to your expectations! Have a nice day/night! Enjoyyy :D

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

The forest was alive in a way that no city could ever replicate. The earthy scent of wet soil mingled with the crisp air, and the soft patter of rain against the leaves created a melody that felt like home. You breathed deeply, your eyes scanning the foggy expanse before you. The world was at peace in this moment, and you were too.

Killua walked beside you, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, his usual cool demeanor softened by the environment. He didn’t usually do things like this—exploring the forest wasn’t exactly his style. But for you, he’d make an exception.

“I still don’t get why you like this so much,” he muttered, kicking a small rock along the muddy path. His voice was low but not unkind, curiosity laced in his tone. “It’s wet, it’s cold, and, honestly, it smells like dirt.”

You let out a small laugh, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “That’s exactly why I love it. It’s... peaceful. Alive. No people, no noise, just the forest.” You paused, turning to crouch beside a patch of grass where a small snake slithered lazily. A soft smile spread across your lips as you carefully extended a hand, not touching but simply observing it in admiration.

Killua tilted his head, watching you. He couldn’t understand how you could find beauty in something like a snake, but the way your eyes lit up made him think twice. “You and your animals,” he teased, though there was no malice in his words.

“They’re better than people,” you replied with a shrug, standing back up. The snake disappeared into the underbrush, and you continued walking. “They’re just... honest. Simple. They don’t pretend to be something they’re not.”

Killua stayed quiet for a moment, watching the way the rain clung to your hair and the way you moved effortlessly through the misty forest. He knew you didn’t like people much, and yet, you had chosen to let him into your world. It was a rare kind of trust, and he didn’t take it lightly.

“Do you come out here alone often?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“Sometimes,” you admitted. “But it’s better with you. You don’t ruin the peace.”

That made him smirk. “High praise, coming from you.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “I mean it. You’re not like other people, Killua. You... understand me, even when I don’t say much.”

His cheeks turned slightly pink, and he quickly looked away. “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta make sure you don’t get lost out here.”

You laughed, a sound that blended with the rhythm of the rain. “I’d never get lost in a place like this. The forest is home.”

He didn’t argue. Instead, he followed you deeper into the mist, his steps falling in sync with yours. Even if he didn’t fully understand your love for the wild, he found himself appreciating it more and more—because it was a part of you. And if you asked, he’d walk with you into a hundred forests, no matter how foggy or rain-soaked they might be.

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I'm so sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, english isnt my first language so please understand!

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Thank you for reading !!

[x3nawr1tes]

★RULER OF MY HEART★- ch. 3

The night air hit your skin as you stopped on the starting line. Where is he? You thought as you looked to the side. Shidou is here… you might talk to him, but all your interactions have been online so far; so it’d be awkward. Otoya is also here, but he's a bitch. And his manwhore ass is gonna start flirting with you again. Of course kiana isnt here- she hates this place, so you’re practically alone…

as youre looking around, you can see a new flag girl. Typical. Theyre always switching them out these days. She was gorgeous. Long brown hair and big doe eyes. You swear shes familiar. Have you seen her before? Before you turn your gaze away, she looks back at you. And smiles. So shes nice too? Who the hell smiles at someone who was staring at them? As you quickly avert your gaze, she comes up and approaches you.

“I swear you look familiar! Youre gorgeous btw girl!”

you feel yourself blush as the girl compliments you.

You stammer out a quick, “I- uh- thank you. Youre pretty yourself”

“Thank you!!” The girl practically beams at you. Pretty, nice, and friendly. So far.

“whats your name?” She piques. “Im kind of new here, so im trying to get to know everyone”

You make a mental note of that. Shes trying to make friends. “y/n” you reply to her enthusiastic voice

“Im marisa!”

wait. Marisa…? You’ve heard that name before. It couldve been a different Marisa. You remember she confessed to tabito back in the sixth grade. And the fact she was his childhood crush. You stay silent, lost in thought as the girl in front of you looks at you quizzically. Just as shes about to speak up, Tabito is behind you witnessing the scene.

“hm? Y/n?” Karasu unknowingly cuts marisa off. He sees Marisa standing in front of you. “Huh- who are you-“ his eyes widen in realization

“are you… Marisa?”

“hm? How did you know-? Wait a minute… youre y/n and karasu from elementary!” She points you guys out.

“u-uh.” You're frozen. You look at Tabito for help. You hated running into people like this.

“yeah! Oh my god i havent seen you in forever! How have u been?” Effortlessly making conversation, as always

Her and Tabito are chatting eagerly. “Yeah! Since elementary graduation- i think”

Theyre remincising about the old days. as you watch the interaction between them, your stomach cant help but churn a bit. Shes nice, pretty, and funny. Marisa includes you in their talk, which makes it even worse.

“I never thought I’d see you guys again! This is such a blast from the past. You guys both race- right?”

“yeah.” You reply, standoffish. You feel bad about it though. Marisa has only been treat you guys nicely. watch your tone, yn

“Oh my god- this is kinda of embarrassing-“ Marisa laughs the situation off, “i mean- i remember how i confessed to youu at the graduation ceremony-“

Karasu laughs at that. They were just kids back then, so why did you feel like this? Theyre just friends after all. But the way Marisa was batting her eyelashes at Tabito rubbed you the wrong way. God- why couldnt she just be a bitch instead? At least i could hate her. Shes too nice for her own good. Its not like you could do anything anyway, because you and tabito are just friends.

just friends.

A/N: hey guys! Im back w/ a new chapter. Sorry for all the written stuff lately. Ill probably go back to the SMAU format next chapter. Im just more comfortable w the written format. Anyways, i hope u guys r having a good day and enjoyed the chapter!! <3

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[thatidiotsuds]

Alejandro Vargas x Fem Reader

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or images used in this work, nor do I claim any rights to them.

Kit's Note: Sorry if thr translation isnt accurate, let me know if i made a mistake, thanks. luv yah!

3 am

At the Mexican base, Alejandro hunched over a map of Las Almas, his mind racing with solutions to avoid further loss of life. Ever since he learned about another death or an upcoming funeral, a heavy weight settled on his shoulders and in his heart. The lamp flickered as he worked, papers strewn about like fallen leaves. The burden of the Vaqueros’ mission pressed heavily on him, and the clock ticked mercilessly, reminding him of the hours he had spent working through the night. It was already 3 AM. He was determined to prevent any more bloodshed among his team, but the stress was palpable.

“Maldición,”(dammit) he muttered to himself, running a hand through his tousled hair. Just then, Rodolfo poked his head in, concern etched on his face.

“Hey, hermano, you need to take a break. You’ve been at it all night,” Rodolfo urged, crossing his arms.

Alejandro sighed, knowing there was no stopping his second-in-command. It was hard to make the Colonel take a break, even if it was for his own good. Rodolfo nodded and left, just as Alejandro shut the door. Moments later, the door creaked open again, and you stepped in, holding a steaming cup of coffee.

“Hey, Alejandro—” you said softly. Exhausted and annoyed, Alejandro snapped, his voice sharper than he intended.

"¿Me dejarás en paz? No necesito ayuda ni quiero que nadie me moleste. ¡Lo sé!" (Will you leave me alone? I don’t need help, nor do I want anyone bothering me. I know!)

The moment the words left his mouth, he felt a pang of regret. Rubbing his temple, he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the tension that had built up.

“Lo siento, cariño. I didnt mean to—” he sighed. "Tengo que terminar esto. No puedo perder más de nuestros hombres." (I have to finish this. I can’t lose more of our men.)

He looked up, his expression softening as he met your gaze. He noticed you were still holding the coffee, which made him feel even guiltier. “Gracias, pero no necesito café. Necesito… tiempo,” he sighed, the exhaustion evident in his voice as he rubbed his face with his hand.

You stood there calmly before approaching him slowly and hesitantly. “Just take a moment, okay? You’re going to burn out,” you replied gently, cupping his face with your hand and removing his glasses.

He leaned into your touch, the warmth of your hand grounding him. “I’m just so stressed, you know? I can’t let anything happen to the team,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Te entiendo, mi vaquero,” you said, a playful smile creeping onto your lips. “But even vaqueros need to rest. Otherwise, how will you save the day?”

He chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. “You always know how to make me feel better, don’t you? Eres como un rayo de sol en un día nublado.” (You are like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.)

“Y tú eres como un burrito sin salsa—un poco soso sin mí,” you teased, your eyes sparkling with mischief. (And you're like an angry burrito without sauce—a little bland without me.)

“Touché,” he replied, a smile breaking through his fatigue. “But seriously, I’m sorry for snapping at you... You deserve better than that.”

“Don’t worry about it, Alejandro. Just let me help you,” you said, your voice soothing. “Let’s get you to your sleeping quarters. You need to recharge.”

He hesitated for a moment, but the warmth of your presence was too inviting to resist. He was clearly tired and exhausted. “Okay, but only if you promise to stay with me for a bit,” he said, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

“Of course, I’ll be right here,” you assured him, guiding him gently out of the office. As you walked together, the weight of the world seemed to lift just a little, and for the first time in hours, Alejandro felt a flicker of hope.

“Gracias, cariño,” he murmured, glancing at you with gratitude. You guided him along, noticing how exhaustion was fogging his mind.

As you led him to the sleeping quarters, Alejandro couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to carry the weight of the world alone. A little rehydration, food, and rest wouldn’t hurt. Tomorrow, he could tackle whatever life threw at him, one step at a time. No one ever said life would be easy, but they said it would be worth it.

[cumstacked]

a love that wont stay

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a low sigh escapes from higurumas lips, fraying at the edges. “you know this was never going to work out.”

you dont answer right away. you cant because hes right. hes always been right. from the beginning, you both knew this would end in ruins but you were selfish. you thought if you held on tightly enough, you could force it to work, that love could smooth over the cracks that ran too deep. now… with the words hanging between you, all thats left is the jagged truth youve tried so hard to ignore.

a wave of clarity washes over you, sharp and brutal. why are you here? why did you come back? youre the one who ended it. youre the one who walked away and yet here you are… clutching at him like hes the answer to a question you dont want to ask.

the silence stretches unbearably long, suffocating the space between you. you glance down at your coffee, unable to meet his eyes.

finally, you force yourself to speak… the words catching like splinters in your throat “im sorry,” you whisper, though it feels meaningless.

his laugh is bitter, low and sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. “dont.” he shakes his head, his tone raw, teetering on the edge of something that terrifies you. “dont do that.”

you swallow hard, your heart racing as you reach for him with your words, though you know they wont land. “i never meant to hurt you.”

his eyes snap to yours, and for the first time, you see it. the pain hes buried beneath his calm exterior. its still there, a slowburning fire that hasnt yet gone out. “but you did,” he says, his voice cracking just slightly “and now youre here… what? hoping ill tell you its okay? that we can just… go back to pretending?”

you flinch, his words carving into you. “i just… i miss you.” you say, your voice breaking.

“dont you think i miss you too?” his words are sharp, filled with something close to anger but it isnt anger at all. its grief, a desperate ache that mirrors your own. “every single day, i think about you, i think about what we couldve been… but thinking about you and being with you are two different things.”

you want to scream at him, to tell him hes wrong, that you can fix this, that youve changed… but deep down… you know hes right. you never truly understood him. his boundaries, his fears, his quiet way of loving. you only saw what you wanted to see and now, as he looks at you with that same quiet resolve, you realize hes already made his decision.

you lean back against the chair, feeling defeated... as your coffee grows cold. “i wish i could blame you,” you admit, the words slipping out before you can stop them. “it would make this so much easier.”

a flicker of something…hurt? maybe… crosses his face but he doesnt let it linger. “go ahead,” he says softly. “if it helps, blame me… but it wont change anything.”

your chest tightens, the ache nearly unbearable as you realize he means it. hes not coming back, no matter how much you want him to. hes trying to protect himself the only way he knows how… by letting go. and you? youre the one who taught him how to do it.

when you finally stand, your legs feel weak… unsteady. you want to say something, anything, to change his mind but you dont. you cant.

“i still love you,” you whisper, barely audible… knowing its the last truth youll ever share with him.

he closes his eyes, exhaling slowly. “i know.”

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[thatdeadaquarius]

m thinkin abt the “blunt vs flowery” language thing and…… in the year of our lord 2023, i don't even want to imagine how far back we'd have to go in genshins timeline until we see ‘hey shawty' written on a cave wall-

you try to be better about it, sometimes, using only the fanciest words and the most floral of tones, but all you ever succeed in doing is giving zhongli flashbacks to the archon war-

in the same vein: modern humor. would literally make them think "is this some sort of divine joke im too mortal to understand?" except even the archons need to cite sources on why a piece of bread falling over would be funny- maybe you slip sometimes, but you only ever get halfway through like “i’m neurodivergent and a minor” before you realize they don’t know what that means— “what if i had blue hair and pronouns” but they’re just sitting there like… doesn’t everybody have pronouns….? and kaeya has blue hair- are you implying he’s divine? what about chongyun?? xingqiu??????

anyway um. this is me bringing up my unfortunate (but very funny) habit of saying “i’ll boil you like soup” whenever i’m mildly inconvenienced and hoping it triggers Thoughts about the casual/slang threats we make and how they cope

sorry if this reads incoherently it’s 1am for me rn— also i’m debating becoming a regular anon here, are your applications open? 👉👈

SORRY IF I RAN U OFF BY NOT REPLYING QUICKLY!! BUT I’D LOVE TO HAVE LABELLED ANONS! I’ve already added some taken name I could see in my mailbox so check the pinned post and choose whatever isn’t taken! phrase or emoji, etc.! :)

this isnt super long bc ur stuff seemed chill on its own/idk what I could add! So I just focused on one aspect

gif is literally everyone reacting to you trying to speak “flowery” like them lol

ALSO u guys probably dont remember bc I took so long but I’m still writing/going to post that Blunt Lang. AU Fanfic One-Shot! so here’s some quick headcanons ill add on ive got anon!!

No TWs/Content Warnings. SFW.

so this was gonna be chill but-

BESDIES RANDOM SHIT LIKE MEME REFERENCES

THAT WONT MAKE SENSE TO THEM BC INHERENT INTERNET/DIGITAL UNDERSTANDING NEEDED

WHAT IF ALL UR JOKES OR REFERENCES ARE QUITE LITERALLY, ANCIENT??

like anon said about even the archons having to pull out sources/cite your stuff to understand it, like finding really old tablets/scrolls/carved wall words 😭

u giving Zhongli a history lesson/brush up LMAO

If ur annoyed at them u just need to make more jokes, leave em scrambling for their pocket notes LOL

I like to think since you sound the OLDEST

that the ancient shit like Phanes/Four Shades/Seven Sovereigns are the closest in speech

(look theyre all alive and shit for my genshin, goddamit i still gotta tell u guys abt my genshin fill-in lore au)

and they’re closer to the “beginning of history” in teyvat so theyd get more references

theyd literally understand u the best and they like, all in the Abyss or like deep in Teyvat,

so u just casually strolling up to Azdaha’s place instead like

“How’s your day been Azhy?”

“Same as the days many before, my lord. How are thee?”

“Good enough, hey, why don’t I bring some food from my old world by that I’ve made for you to try out? Something new, y’know?”

camera pan left to see Zhongli looking up, then back down as he scribbles notes trying to better understand, Xiao has crossed his arms and is squinting, Ganyu is behind Zhongli and is trying to peek over his shoulder, Cloud Retainer and other adepti have like hidden nearby to overhear lol

♤

FLASHBACKS FOR ZHONGLI-

HE’S OVER HERE LIKE

“Please do not disturb your countenance my Wànsuìyé, the vernacular is pleasant to mine ears and sufficient for speech.”

“I shall, uh, try my best Zhongli, thought I know ye have- wait- thy have? Whatever, accepted it, I shall keep attempting to better match thee!”

HIS FACE-

He’s literally just → 😰😣💀

(flashback to at least 1 really ancient/old god he had to fight for his life against, they were the hardest battle he’s ever faced, and Azhdaha was helping him by that point too, so it wasn’t even like he won alone… rip zhongli got ptsd)

He keeps trying to subtly stop you from practicing it, he also desperately discourages others from helping you 😭

(Zhongli was about to be called Rex Lapis again when Venti was trying to get on his last nerve by constantly encouraging you to speak fancier, but in the incorrect way, at dinner with them one time)

Like that last content with them pretending not to kow each other but 5x the tension and Venti is fooling around even more so than usual lol

THANKS FOR SENDING IN YOUR IDEAS!! I FUCKING LOVE HEARING OTHER PPLS BRAINROTS OVER STUFF!! AND SORRY AGAIN IT TOOK FOREVER!! ITS BEEN A ROUGH YEAR OF UNI FOR ME/IM GRADUATING!! <333 TYSM ANON!!

Safe Travels,

💀 ♒

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonderss / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylazaa / @genshin-impacts-mee / @wholesomey-artistt / @thedevioussmirk

[luvistqrzzz]

like we're made of starlight...

Part of What Shade is our Love? Enhypen drabble series

starlight- jake x f.reader

when your lonely prom turns into your best friend confessing to you...

genre- f2l, fluffy af wc- 0.7k warnings- profanity, way too much fluff, badly written, not proofread

an- sorry in advance this isnt as good as i hoped it'd be😭😭 but i hope yall enjoy it!!

'Ma'am, may I have this dance?' A voice cane from above you as you looked up to find the smiling face of your best friend, Jake.

'D-didn't you say you weren't coming?' You asked standing up, baffled at his sudden appearence. You clearly remembering how reluctant he was for going to prom. 'Well, I changed my mind', he replied cheekily, fixing his tie. 'Now, how do I look?'

'Okay i guess', you said nonchalantly. However, you couldn't help the blood rising in your cheeks because Jake looked in fact handsome. Very handsome.

If only he was your boyfriend date. 'Don't you have a date?' You questioned, looking at his still extended hand. The boy shook his head. 'Well, go find one!' You urged him, knowing damn well how the girls were slowly starting to notice him.

'But what if I only want to dance with you?' Your heart flipped as you looked at him with widened eyes, 'Y-you what?'

'C'mon, Y/N! It's prom, our last year in this school. Once, pretty please', he made a pleading face, taking your hand. 'Fine!' You sighed giving in.

However, you wouldn't lie, you wanted to dance with Jake.

It wouldn't take a genius to figure out their feelings and you weren't dumb enough to not realize your growing feelings for the boy currently leading you to the floor as a soft tune started to play.

But you were dumb enough to not realize that Jake felt the same or the shy subtle glances he was throwing at your direction whilst you were too focused on getting the dance right. 'Here', Jake instructed, taking your hand and placing them on his shoulder and intertwining the other with his hand.

You stuttered, 'I know damn well what to-' Your voice died down as Jake pulled you closer by the waist, swaying to the beat. You were sure you had turned beat red, your stomach doing wild leaps.

'What are you doing...?' 'Dancing with my love.' The words casually rolled off his tongue, as if he hadn't just called his best friend 'love'. Your eyes widened, 'You're crazy, Jake!' You playfully shoved him, letting out a nervous chuckles. He is flirting. This is Jake! He always flirts.

Well, he does but the way he looked into your eyes, a certain intensity to soft brown eyes, it made you think otherwise. There was no hint of his erstwhile playfulness, only... love.

'You are kidding right?' You asked looking up to his face. That's when you noticed how close your face was to his, how Jake's eyes flickered to your lips before shaking his head. 'God, Y/N, you're so dense', he said in a frustrated tone before pulling you closer by the chin. His face so close to yours looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him. 'I like you, so fucking much. So much that I actually bought this stupid suit and came to this stupid prom, 'cus of you.'

'Y-you mean it?' You asked in disbelief, your heart clenching at the thought of all this being some cruel joke. 'Each and every word. You've been slwoly driving me crazy.'

Butterflies weren't enough to describe this feeling. The feeling when he looked at you and you gave a small nod as he crashed his lips into yours. Your grip on his shoulder tightened, melting into his touch. It didn't feel real because how the fuck were you kissing the boy you secretly loved?

It felt magical, the music floating into your ears like some distant background music and the boy before you, smiling at your face, his eyes sparkling, looking into your shy ones.

'Want to do something fun?'

Never in your life did you think, you'd be sneaking out of prom with your best friend into the night. But there you were, Jake chasing you down the sidewalk as you halted to a stop when he caught up to you. 'Leave me!' You whined before bursting into a laugh. 'Nope', Jake hugged you tighter from behind, resting his face on your shoulder.

The night was young, the stars reflecting the love Jake was carrying in his eyes. It was the best night of your life- seventeen and wild. You don't think you'll ever forget the way you moved to the beats of the song or ran with Jake's hand clutching onto yours.

'Don't you see the starlight, Y/N?' His face peeking from beside yours. 'Don't you dream impossible dreams...?'

reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated!

Work belongs to @/luvistqrzzz do not copy repost or translate

[xamaxenta]

Marcosabo smoking together its a thing they do

Marco only says it once like, that shitll kill you yoi

And sabo looks up from where hes lit his own cigarette with a snap of his fingers

He looks awful, huge dark circles under his eyes, theyre deep purple and bruised looking, his cheeks hollower than usual and his scar looks particularly mottled and pronounced when cast in the light of the cherry red tip

He shrugs and exhales a thin stream of smoke through his nose “its comforting.��� Is all he has to say, mumbles around the filter

Marco gets it. Being a man of flames himself, the Phoenix whets the effects and burns away the impurities, he wonders if the mera mera functions in a similar way, Ace never was the smoking type so he never thought to ask

“You should find better comforts” Marco replies

Sabo doesnt look at him, focusing on something far out in the distance on the sunset horizon from where they stand on the ocean torn cliffs together

Its quiet for a long while, the sound of night critters and crickets singing and chirping, the gentle whip of weather aged fabric fluttering beside them, Sabo brushes a hand over the sun warmed stone, stone that remained warm even on the coldest nights, bare fingers tracing the carved letters of his deceased childhood couldve been—

“Like what.” Its not a question or a demand or anything really.

“A hobby perhaps.” Marco suggests and Sabo smiles, lips curving into something a little mean and a little sardonic “I went out of my way and made the time to visit you on this shitty little island and all you have to say to me is get a hobby?”

“What would you rather have me say?” Marco turns to look at him properly, its their first eye contact since Sabo arrived with his bag of tributes, flowers of course. White roses, sake and a prayer for Newgate, and pink hibiscus, orange firelilies and sunflowers; for Ace.

Sabo says nothing continues to sink his fingertips into the grooves of the letter A and bites down harshly on the filter of his smoke.

“Marco I want you to ask me to stay.” Marco changes his voice, altering it deeper and accenting it in that infuriatingly posh and mocking tone that he often adopts when mimicking Sabos voice

“You know I cant.” Sabo says quietly, feels the heat of his burnt down cigarette dangerously close to his lips, he doesnt care though, if he closes his eyes he can pretend.

“Then what about when its all over?” Marco doesnt sound hopeful

“When its all over? Id be lucky to even be alive when its all over.” He doesnt usually do bleak, but Sabo doesnt expect to see the future hes been fighting so hard for

Marco heaves a great sigh, it comes from his belly and leaves his mouth ashy and smoky.

“I don’t particularly cope well with loss.”

Sabo flinches. Draws his fingers away from Ace’s headstone sharply and looks away. Guilt sinking sharp claws into his stomach and tearing him open from the inside.

Of all the foolish and tactless things he couldve said.

“I dont think this is working out for us.” Is what he says instead.

Instead of sorry

Instead of i didnt mean it

Instead of i love you, i want to come home to you

Marco remains quiet, its too dark now with the sun having fully set a few minutes prior, to figure out what exactly his expression had changed to.

“You made time just so you could break up with me?”

It’s a little ludicrous, when spoken aloud like that.

“This isnt love.” Sabo rasps, that tiny blip of heat sitting just on the tip of his tongue now, he’s tired, its always hard coming here.

“Couldve fooled me.” Marco drawls, his tone betrays nothing but theres a difference in the way he says me, he steps closer regardless.

Sabo cant exactly see him now, refuses to ignite to sate his curiosity, just his general silhouette because the moon tonight is new and the island of Sphinx is very quiet and very dark.

“Here.” Marco proves a personal hypothesis— the phoenix has some kind of night vision— because Sabo has no other theory to explain when Marco finds his hand with ease, threads their fingers together with familiarity, “at least spend the night.”

Before i leave you and this place forever. Sabo doesnt vocalise this.

“And let you have the opening to convince me?” Sabo doesnt pull away

“Im not beneath begging.” Marco replies and Sabo watches his silhouette move, that half cigarette gets flicked off the side of the cliff with a smart snap of the phoenixes wrist

“Then beg.” Sabo whispers through a mouthful of ash and blood, snarling because Marco will beg, when he doesnt have to and Sabo will stay and see in him what Ace always had and loved and will continue to

[foreverisntenough]

Hello,

I’ve been here since you posted the first chapter of ”you’re mine” and I just want to say thank you! You’re such a good writer and I really think your work deserves so much more attention.

You’ve been keeping us fed with a new chapter every 3 days it feels like and everytime I come on tumblr I check to see if you posted a new chapter 🤩

During ”You’re mine” I thought that we would get some crazy plottwist where T would turn out to be a psycho or smthn because of the lovebombing but honestly I prefer the lighthearted path you choose. I get what people mean with ”only smut and fluff” but tbh I dont mind it at all. I absolutely loooove the way you write the smut and like you said it is a big part of their relationship and the kind of couple they are. And sure, angst can put more depth into their relationship and the storyline by seeing how they deal with it and react but sometimes its just nice to read something that makes me feel happy and at ease too.

The new chapter had me in tears when Trent and Y/n had their mini speeches to eachother after Teddy was born 🥲 Your writing really makes me feel the emotions behind the words.

Since this is such a developed fic I think you have the space to challenge yourself and explore your talent when writing and try new/different things outside of your comfort because you are a really good writer and I truly believe you can only go up from here. Even if it doesnt hit (which i doubt) we will be here and support and keep reading!

Since last weeks event with T (💔😒) Ive been massively put off from him but I will keep reading your fic regardless cause of how good it is and T in your story is our T.

Im sorry if its a bit all over the place 😅 I just wrote what was in my mind so it might be a bit jumbled. And also English isnt my first language so if anything is wrong appologies 🫶🏼

Youre a really good writer, I hope you know that and never doubt it!

Love ❤️

Okay, this took me a moment to respond to because it was so sweet. I wanted to make sure my response got everything. Firstly, THANK YOU 🥰 This was so kind.

Thank you for noticing my posting cadence. I really like to write and it comes naturally to me but it still does take some time. I hope people like how much I post! I don’t get a ton of engagement so it means a lot when people do! (TY if you do!)

I totally see where you’re coming from but I’m not a twist type person or at least not in this fic! I put a warning for love bombing on ‘You’re Mine’ because I know it was there but it also I kinda like that and that’s the whole story is Trent just completely enamored with this girl.

I will keep the smut. Maybe tone its frequency back but I genuinely think it is an element of their relationship that helps them connect. I think it’s a place where Y/N feels love and happy with her body.

I agree about angst. I do like it other peoples fics. It’s really good but also I like that these two stories are a majority of happy scenarios.

The latest chapter was emosh for me too. I am really happy for them 🥹

I definitely want to keep pushing my self and developing the stories I create. Thank you for complimenting my writing.

Yeah, real life T, is only human. It’s hard when we put someone on such a pedestal. I personally really like the fic version lol 😂

Your English was amazing btw! I appreciate you writing this so much. I loved all your comments. I hope you keep reading the stories. If you ever think of any ideas or have any more thoughts always message me 🫶

Ily!!!

[ultra-raging-ghost]

I'm so confused were his comments sexual/flirty jokes or sexual/flirty advances with intent? obviously both are bad and gross but they're also two different things and I think depending on which one it was it changes things a bit

(note: not me defending Forever)

I do not speak portuguese so i cant comment on his tone or intent in his messages, but i can point you towards a brazillian blogger on here who has more information and the proper document of whats going on and english translations, and a couple other posts with more context on the situation, and actual statements in portuguese regarding this particular part of the situation

and this is a pretty good kinda masterpost i think with a lot of links, im not sure how much of it is translated vv

there's definitely more posts with more evidence out there that i just dont have on hand so i really suggest looking for it in the tag yourself. Also keep in mind this drama is also mostly happening on twitter so information gets translated to english and posted on here much later than we would like <3 try not to stress over this too much, drink water touch grass etc etc.

[yourmoonmomma]

Thanks for always answering bby! Im glad youre doing alright! Ive been feeling quite down the past days, yesterday my day reproached me because I was "overreacting" when I saw my cat being chased by dogs (I said a strong hey to get their attention away from my cat from the window where I saw everything) and he kept on saying bullshit like why you scream so loud with an annoyed tone of voice and I felt so bad, he always get these anger explosions and tantrums and no one can tell him anything or he will get more mad and im like, dude, mine was a REACTION. You cant control that at all. What was best, to leave the dogs catch my cat and it ends in a worse situation? Man you wanted that? Like for real I felt so pissed and frustrated. I even told him that when he gets mad no one can tell him to calm down or stop overreacting. My sister, mom and I always try to be more calm and colected and try to see things in a good reasonable light, but with him truly you cant communicate at all. And whats worse is that I end up being the crazy one! So now ive been trying to ignore him and interact the less its better for me.

And on the other side, so ive felt kinda down because Taylor will come to latinoamerica but isnt going to visit my country and I saw one of my closest friends will go to Brazil to her concert and I'm stuck here in my home due to my illness, I cant even make my own money to pay me the things I want, my closest friends are busy and we havent talked a lot the past weeks, maybe I will go back to University next semester if Im on better health terms and I really dont want to see some people ive considered to being transfered to another University... I feel like everything and nothing is going on with me at all and thats makes me go all ugh :( literally my only joy during all this time has been watching series, movies, reading and listening to music. Healing is so tiring and lonely at the same time, I dont mind it generally, but sometimes its strenuous.

I wish I could get a ticket and fly anywhere and start from zero with a whole new everything. Thank you for listening and being here for us, it means a lot💐🩷🩷

(So sorry for the long emotional dump, you can delete it if its bothersome)

Of course my love!! I'm sorry I didn't answer this sooner <3

To me, it does NOT sound like you overreacted. Dogs are (typically) bigger and stronger than cats. Even a big dog playing with a small cat could be unsafe. You did the right thing, even if the cat wasn't in danger! And like you said, it was one of those immediate reactions anyway, because of course it was! Lulu sometimes just looks at the edge of the balcony in a certain way and I'll put her back inside. Or the other day, she started to walk a bit too close to my burner plate while I was making a candle and I DID yell at her, because I got scared! We don't ever want to see our pets get hurt, so it's natural to have automatic reactions like that. Ignoring your dad, or minimizing contact with him, is probably the best option here, unfortunately. I'm sorry he tends to act a bit more irrationally, and tries to flip stuff around onto you. That sounds very frustrating to deal with.

I'm sorry you can't see Taylor!! That's a shame :(( It sounds like you're feeling pretty lonely, which is an awful way to feel. It's good you have hobbies, but I totally understand why they don't always quite feel like enough. I hope you start to feel a bit better, and find some people to connect with! I hope your close friends can find some time for you as well <33

And your emotions are never ever bothersome!! Lots and lots of love for you my friend <333

[popcorn-kitten]

Hi sorry saw your post about y/ns and I understand it on a visceral level. It sucks!!! It sucks to read a story that is meant to cater to You, the reader, and yet the author will somehow slip in something that makes you go oh this Isnt about me at all. I don't fit here. Skinny, able-bodied- hell having explicitly cisfem she/her y/n can be really!!! alienating!!!! Having y/ns be shown or described as specifically white or with white features!!! And it's not like I blame the authors bc I know that most of them are just writing themselves without a name and going with what's the most comfortable but it is. It is exhausting to not be able to enjoy a story I'm supposed to put myself in because when it was created the author didn't have me in mind at all. And I love people who make reader insert stories I LOVE reader inserts but god i get it and I wish I could find more stories where the author- not even making a story for someone like me, specifically, but just made a story that had room for me in it. Anyway sorry for the long ask, hope you have a good day ^_^

All true, valid, I'm shaking your hand

It's frustrating for sure. Maybe there are some things that don't need to be described? Or if you want to be able to be really descriptive with physical attributes that's fine but then it's not actually an xreader story. It's a selfcert or OC and neither are bad but they're different.

And it can be little things too like - "you turned pink/red" - that's supposed to mean blushing but darker skin tones don't turn pink or red, it's like a tiny tell that this person is white which is something you won't even notice if you, the reader, are too.

There's not like a great work around because a lot of people don't even think about it. Like you said, a lot of people are just writing themselves - what they know. At the end of the day it's free and the author is having fun.

But also...maybe think about your descriptive language use - can this be described without alienating someone? Obviously not always, but if you're making something that's for the reader to imagine themselves in, put your focus on non-physical descriptions of the reader themselves.

Their outfit or like accessories make sense to be descriptive with, but even things like describing how the reader's hair is done can lead to racial coding and alienation/being taken out of the story