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everywherea11thetime · 1 day ago
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Cady girl
cadygirl! reader x lando norris
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summary: you usually hated being a cady girl but a certain boy changed that
a/n: reallyyy super short fic that came into my mind like an hour ago. enjoy! xx
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Being a cady girl wasn't fun most of the time, 18-year-old trust fund kids thought that they could say whatever they wanted to you and give you the lowest of low tips. But it did have its ups, like the pay or like when a cute guy would come up to you but it usually always ended in him showing no interest in you or secretly being a freak. Today was one of those times, let's just hope it goes well
A man had waved you down mentally rolling your eyes because he just gave off gross rich boy vibes but when he opened his mouth you were surprised to hear a “can I just have a coke and water please” and not “are you offering any other things that aren't on the menu” accompanied with a disgusting smirk and a peak up your skirt. You looked schocked for a bit but then hopped off to get his things. “Okay that will be 9.75” you said with a smile that hadn't crossed your face in a long time, it was a genuine and nice smile. His friend said something that you couldn't hear and the cute boy replied with a look down at his golf cart and and laughed “chat stop” “sorry huh” you asked. He looked up cheeks bright red “oh sorry I'm live streaming and my chat said that you were cute” you let out a knowing “ohhh, well tell them I said thank you” and started to climb back into your cart “its true ya know” you turned around and smiled “oh really” he put his head down while stuffing his hands in his pockets and nodded shyly “yea of course, your gorgeous” “thank you” you felt your cheeks warm up and started to drive away
2 hours later you were still thinking about the cute boy you served but tried pushing the thought away thinking you'd never see him again. Deep in your thoughts suddenly the sound of an engine catches your attention you turn around and see the cute boy from earlier. He walks up to you “Hey so you can totally tell me to go fuck off but could I get your number so maybe we could go on a date or something?” extending his phone out to you. God you never thought you would be excited that a golf boy was hitting on you “yea, of course, I’d love to!” you said as you typed your number into his phone “Thanks by the way I’m Lando” you smile “my names y/n” “cute name to match the cute face.” you laugh shyly as he starts to speak again “so what days do you have off, so we can hang out” “I only work on weekends and fridays, so any other day is good” he nods reassuringly “ok so how about coffee at the cafe like two blocks down on Monday?” you’d seen the coffee place and has been meaning to go get never ended up going through with it “yea actually I’d love that I’ve been meaning to go” “nice I’ve been meaning to go too! I’ll see you Friday, it’s a date” Lando said with a smile then walked away He was the cutest boy you’d ever seen. And from that moment on you knew you were doomed.
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silentscrying · 2 days ago
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🏀 buzzer beater | chapter ELEVEN.
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nba!gojo x manager!reader
summary: you thought you'd gotten rid of arrogant NBA star satoru gojo when he left the curses after your first year in basketball management. but when your contract is up three years later, you find yourself working with him once again as the manager for the sorcerers. as you navigate playoff season alongside long-time friend ieiri shoko and the sorcerers' insufferable star player, you start to realize his sudden departure from the curses may not have been what it seemed, and maybe gojo isn't exactly the person (or player) you thought he was, either.
warnings: language, slight unwanted advances, mahito in general, fangirl todo. || sfw. 5.3k words.
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THE NEXT DAY, the Curses take the series against the Foxes. It’s official: the Sorcerers-Curses rivalry will come to a head in the NBA championships, starting on Friday in San Diego.
The team went harder than ever at practice today, not only drilling but talking strategy and getting into the nitty-gritty of the psychological impact of the rivalry. Yaga knows Mei Mei and the Curses don’t go easy, or fair. They’re ready.
As you pull out the keys to your apartment, you frown at the package on your welcome mat, a weird cylindrical shape with no return address. After you make it to the kitchen, you open it and find a rolled-up sheet of glossy paper. What?
You spread it out on your countertop and see an official signed poster of Satoru, in full uniform, palming a basketball in one hand with a huge smirk on his face. With the photo’s professional editing, his eyes look even more blue than usual, and you may or may not stare at them a second too long.
“Jesus fuck,” you say.
As if on cue, your phone buzzes.
six: did you get my gift?? you: is this for target practice? how sweet six: :( you: baby six: oh it’s like that😏 you: that was an insult
When your phone goes off again after you’ve relegated the rolled-up poster to an end table, you assume it’s Satoru responding. But instead, you find a text from Geto.
suguru geto: Thought about my offer at all?
Great. He waited until the Curses made the championships and just thought he’d try again? You screenshot the text and send it to Satoru.
you: what if i turn on read receipts just for this
six: HAHAHAHA
You won’t, because you’re still planning on taking Geto by surprise on Friday when he realizes you and Satoru are actually together. Your phone rings, and your brow furrows as you realize you don’t recognize the number or the area code.
“Sorcerers management,” you greet, and a high-pitched voice comes through the speaker.
“Hi there! This is Takada with the Reggie Star Show.” You hesitate for a moment. Reggie’s show is kind of a huge deal, and Takada has become something of a personality herself, although you’ve always found her a bit over the top.
“Uh, how can I help you?” you ask finally.
“So! Reggie would love to invite Satoru Gojo onto the show before the NBA championships.” You stand stock-still in your kitchen.
What the fuck, you mouth silently to yourself. It’s not like Reggie never has athletes on the show. But only Satoru?
“Not the rest of the team?” you clarify, and Takada laughs, a high, kind of shrill sound that has you holding your phone a bit away from your ear.
“Well, you see, we’re hoping to promote the series a bit by pulling the centers from both teams! Mr. Geto has already agreed, so we’d love to interview him and Mr. Gojo together.”
Oh, Jesus.
You are 100% certain this is Mei Mei’s doing. You instinctively want to reject her now, but this isn’t really your call.
“Let me run this by Gojo and the coaches, and I can get back to you, Takada,” you say, hoping that tides her over for now.
“No problem. Thank you!” she chirps, and the line goes dead. You groan, staring at the ceiling. This is not worth the hassle. You swipe to Satoru’s contact and call him.
He picks up on the first ring.
“Miss me already?” he drawls, and you roll your eyes.
“Asshole. So, guess who just called me?”
“If you say Suguru I’m flying to San Diego early and cornering him in an alley.”
You laugh. “Okay, Jesus. No. Uh, the Reggie Star Show?”
“What?” Satoru screeches.
“They have Geto coming on before championships,” you sigh, “and they want you too. To ‘promote the series’ or whatever. Drama on screen.”
“Mei Mei’s idea?”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“I don’t really think I have time, considering… it’s championships and we’re training every day? Yaga would be pissed, probably. Not much of a publicity guy.”
Something in your chest loosens at his words. Truthfully, you really don’t want him to go, to be in a situation where he and Geto can only verbally spar through a guise of political politeness.
“Also, I just… don’t want to?” he says. You grin.
“Good. I was hoping.”
“Aw, don’t want me to launch my television career?” You sink onto your couch as he keeps talking. “That could be a great return on investment for you, you know. You have my autograph now.”
“Shut up. And don’t tell Nobara about this. She’d be so mad at you.”
“Scaryyy,” he says, and he’s not joking. “Come over for dinner?” The change in topic has you smiling as you kick your feet up on the coffee table. “Miki and Gumi are coming. And Yuji.”
“And the dogs?”
“Am I not enough for you?” he scoffs, and you grin.
“Not even close.”
“Yes, the dogs, you heathen.”
“Wouldn’t miss it!” you say innocently, and hang up on him.
Tsumiki meets you at Satoru’s door with a massive grin on her face and immediately pulls you into a hug.
“Hi!” she says excitedly, ushering you inside.
“Hey, Tsumiki,” you smile, and then there’s a rapid pitter-patter of the dogs rounding the corner into the entryway, and you fall into a pile of fur and kisses. “Hi, buddies! Hi!” Shiro shoves her nose into your face and Kuro plops himself down in your lap right as Satoru rounds the corner.
“Stealing my girlfriend,” he whines.
“Dumbass,” you say, and let him help you up. He plants a kiss on the top of your head and you blush against your will.
“C’mon. Pasta’s ready.” You follow Satoru into the kitchen and find Yuji and Megumi putting plates on the small table. You raise a brow.
“Whose cooking?”
“Whose do you think?” Tsumiki asks.
“I helped!” Yuji insists, pointing to the oven. “I’m making garlic bread!”
Tsumiki pats him on the shoulder and says, “Yes, Yuji, you did a great job.”
You fire off a quick message to Yaga to confirm that it’s okay to reject Takada’s offer, and he responds within two minutes, Please do.
You step out to make the call, and when you come back into the kitchen, Yuji and Tsumiki are giggling at something.
“What are you two on about?” you ask, and Tsumiki, still snickering, hands you her phone. It’s open to a tweet of a grainy computer screenshot, and it says SOMEONE LOOK AT ME THE WAY SATORU GOJO LOOKS AT THE SORCERERS MANAGER PLS PLSPLS
That’s not even the part that gets you. First of all, it’s not from the most recent game—it’s from before you were together. You’re wearing the Limitless shirt.
Second, Kasumi retweeted it.
“Jesus,” you say, and Satoru appears at your shoulder.
“Yes?”
“Shut up.” You swat at him without looking and then pull out your phone to text Kasumi. “I need to tell her before she finds out somewhere else.”
As if on cue, your phone lights up with her name. Your first thought is that she somehow already knows and is FaceTiming you to scream at you. You swipe and her face materializes in front of you, a massive grin on her face and—has she been crying?
“Kasumi! Are you okay?”
“Yes!” she practically screams. And then she holds up her hand, and you stare for a long moment before realizing she’s wearing a ring.
“Holy shit!” you screech. “Kasumi!” The grin splits across your face, and she’s laugh-crying on the other end of the phone, and then she abruptly freezes.
And you realize Satoru’s very much visible in the frame behind you.
“Alley-oop,” she says. “You motherf—Alley. Is that—”
You can see the tips of your ears going pink in the camera in the corner of the screen. “Surprise?”
“To you, maybe!” she laughs. “Holy shit. Holy shit! This is the best day of my life.”
Muta appears beside Kasumi, squinting at the screen. “Tell me it’s because we’re getting married and not because she and Gojo finally banged.” Megumi wrinkles his nose at the other end of the table.
“Kokichi,” Kasumi scolds, but Satoru cracks up behind you and you can’t help but follow suit.
“Congrats, you guys,” you say. “I’m so happy for you. Does Akari know?”
“She’s next on the list,” Kasumi grins.
“We’ll let you go, then,” you say, and take a moment to just appreciate how fucking happy your friend looks. Her blue hair is a mess and her eyes are rimmed red, but she’s glowing. This has been a long time coming. You couldn’t be happier for her, honestly.
When she hangs up, Satoru grins and says, “Aw, basketball romance.” Then he looks pointedly at Yuji and Megumi.
“I suddenly feel like a fifth wheel,” Tsumiki announces. Then she looks at Shiro and Kuro, curled up together on the couch. “Seventh wheel?”
You plop into the chair next to Tsumiki and wrap your arm around her. “Nah, Satoru’s seventh wheeling. I’m here for you.”
She grins, and Satoru falls to his knees and dramatically fakes his own death. The dogs leap off the couch to investigate, and soon he’s laughing as Shiro slobbers all over him while Kuro decides to lay across his legs.
In truth, you don’t remember the last time you felt this content. It’s a nice feeling, warm.
And then a smell hits you, like something burning, and you furrow your brows and turn toward the kitchen. “Is something—”
“Oh my god!” Yuji screeches, practically falling out of his chair and bolting for the kitchen. “The garlic bread!”
The results of turning down the Reggie Star offer have, quite possibly, the funniest results of all time.
You’re curled up on Satoru’s couch two days later with your feet on his lap and Tsumiki on your other side, Megumi and Yuji sprawled with the dogs on the floor. On the TV, Todo walks on stage to a cheering studio audience and locks eyes with Takada, and you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he just passed out right now.
“Simp,” Satoru says. You look at him incredulously. “Okay, hey, I did not say I wasn’t also.” He plants a kiss on your temple and Megumi pretends to gag.
You swear Todo literally has physical stars in his eyes when he looks at her. He shakes her hand with both of his and does a weird half-bow and says, “It’s such an honor, Ms. Ta—“
“Oh, please,” Takada giggles. “Just call me Takada.” Todo goes red again, stammering out a response.
“This is the most painful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Megumi says. He’s only watching this because Yuji wants to.
“Mr. Aoi Todo,” Reggie Star says grandly, throwing an arm around him like they’re already best buds. “Take a seat, take a seat. Thanks again for joining us on such short notice!”
Todo takes his place on the couch while Reggie and Takada sit in opposing armchairs, the background flashing the Reggie Star Show logo as the theme music peters out. Reggie grills Todo with questions about the Samurai-Sorcerers series, playing against Yuji after playing with him in college, all the connections the team has with half of the championship bracket. And throughout, Todo just can’t tear his gaze away from Takada.
By the time it’s over you’re nearly falling off the couch, laughing yourself halfway to tears.
“Guys, it’s cute! He has a crush!” Yuji exclaims, and you all laugh harder. Tsumiki collapses into you, her hair spreading out over the fabric of the shirt you’re wearing—one of Satoru’s, blue and black and smelling like him.
After the commercial break, which consisted of an actually absurd amount of Takada promoting various useless products, Todo is nowhere to be found. Geto sits on the couch in his place with a press-worthy smile and a crisp, navy blue suit.
“And here we’ve got the starting center of one of the two NBA teams gunning for the championship title, Mr. Suguru Geto,” Reggie introduces, and the studio audience whoops and cheers as Geto waves them off, smiling modestly. You kind of want to slap him.
“Now, let’s not beat around the bush here, Suguru—you’re going up against the Sorcerers the day after tomorrow, and that means you’re coming face to face with your old teammate, Satoru ‘Six-Eyes’ Gojo.” Reggie looks pointedly out at the crowd, like they’re in on some big secret, and turns back to Geto. “How do you feel about this match-up, two starting centers with a lengthy history on the court with stakes this high?”
Geto sighs and leans forward a bit in his seat, one elbow on the armrest. “Well, Reggie, Satoru and I go back a long time.” You wrinkle your nose at the sound of his first name in Geto’s mouth. You feel weirdly defensive about it. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but we went to high school together and then college, so we’ve been playing basketball together since our early teens.”
Takada chimes in, “That’s quite the bond, going through the most formative parts of your careers together!” You can’t take her seriously, because in your head she’s still winking at the camera and waxing poetic about the merits of some new Japanese skincare line.
Reggie nods, encouraging Geto to go on. “I’ve gotta say, I am looking forward to seeing him again. He’s a hard man to get ahold of these days. It’ll be good to see him, albeit on opposite sides of the court.”
“No, it will not,” Satoru says with a false cheer in his voice, pointing a finger gun at the TV.
“And how do you think your odds are looking for this series?”
“Well,” Geto laughs, “the Sorcerers are talented, I’ll give them that. Clearly, they’ve made it this far. But I will say that the Curses are first seed with home court advantage.” He shrugs. “So do with that what you will.”
Takada glances at Reggie, as if asking permission for something, and he nods. “If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Geto, there’s another familiar face on the other side of things as well, a former manager of the Curses.”
Geto nods, a wide smile crossing his face, and you feel Satoru tense up beside you. “Oh, we miss her a lot, yes. She’s great at what she does. I keep telling her she should make her way back to San Diego if she feels so inclined.” He laughs, like this is some great ongoing joke.
“Oh, so you two still speak regularly, then?” Reggie asks, intrigued. Your jaw clenches, and Satoru’s hand encloses yours before it can become a fist.
“I just recently paid her a visit out east.” Oh my god. Oh my god.
“That fucker,” Satoru growls. Your phone buzzes with a message from Ieiri.
my wife: this little man bun bitch
my wife: what if i commit murder. what then
You’re seething, and even Tsumiki is frowning, the lines creasing her face, turning the corners of her mouth down. Paid you a visit? As if you’re friends and he came to catch up with you over coffee, not dropped in on your street in the dark to harass you about a job you don’t want?
“Well, sounds like it’ll be quite the reunion,” Reggie is saying by the time the smoke clears out of your ears enough for you to hear again.
Tsumiki reaches across you to ruffle Satoru’s hair. “He’s just trying to get under your skin. Don’t let him.”
You shoot a quick message back to Ieiri.
you: tbh i’d pay a lot of money to see y’all in a cage match
Reggie and Takada shift to broader questions about the series and you tune out most of the remainder of the segment, irritated when Geto answers one too many questions with Satoru’s name, subtly suggesting that the Sorcerers have none of the grit and discipline the Curses do.
“They’re a fun bunch,” he says at one point. “Like a barrel of monkeys. They just have a good time.” The tone is all fake, smoothed-out public relations, and it makes your blood boil. You know what he’s really implying, that it’s an insult. That the Sorcerers spend all their time hanging off hoops instead of drilling themselves into the ground. You know it’s not true. You’ve watched them work their asses off all year.
“God forbid we know how to have fun,” Satoru snorts, and you feel the tension easing from your shoulders just at the sound of his voice.
“You don’t,” you say teasingly, flipping yourself around on the couch so your head lands in his lap. “That’s entirely Kento.”
Satoru gasps and looks down at you. “You take that back. Nanami is the most unfun—“
“Not a word,” Tsumiki says helpfully.
“Everyone in this house hates me! Slander under my own roof!” He digs his fingers into your sides and starts tickling you, and you squirm out of his grasp and onto the ground, but he follows you. Soon it’s a mess of Shiro and Kuro frantically pouncing on both of you as you squeal for Satoru to let you go, and Tsumiki is definitely filming this whole thing, and it’s all so incredibly domestic and unserious and right that your heart swells in your chest.
Fuck Geto. He can’t get to you here, and he can’t take you away from the team you love.
Being in San Diego again is strange. The facilities are familiar, the gyms, the locker rooms, but you’re walking them a different person than you left them, experiencing the same setting in a new context that makes you feel like you’re living in one prolonged moment of déjà vu.
Nobara walks alongside you, bouncing between social media notifications and ranting about the way Geto made the Sorcerers sound on national television last night. Ieiri’s setting up in the training room down the hall, and Yaga’s pulled the guys into the locker room for a quick meeting before they launch into their last practice before the next day’s match.
You keep thinking about Yaga pulling you aside this morning, murmuring a quick warning in your ear. “If you see Mei Mei, no you don’t. Not worth the time. Just slip away.”
So far there’s been no sign of the other manager, and you’re glad for it.
Nobara’s phone starts ringing and she nods at you and peels off, pressing it to her ear and slipping deeper into the building. You lean against the wall, checking your own phone, making sure you don’t have any missed calls or emails.
The side doors open loudly, metal scraping across the floor, and you look up.
Fuck.
It seems Mei Mei doesn’t do her own damn dirty work.
“Oh, hello!” Mahito crows, making his way over to you. You didn’t like him when you worked for the Curses and you don’t like him now, his leering grin too wide for his face, hair tied into three sections behind his back. Him, you know—but you haven’t yet met the man beside him, a lanky, tall guy with oddly wide eyes and a long blond ponytail weirdly off-center on his head.
Of course, you know who he is. You’ve done your research, you’ve seen the roster. Haruta Shigemo.
“I hoped you’d be here.” Mahito comes to a stop in front of you as you push off the wall, crossing your arms.
“Mahito.” Your voice is cold, flat.
He frowns, an exaggerated, off-putting gesture. “Thought it’d be a happier reunion,” he says. He holds his arms out toward Shigemo with a flourish. “I’d like you to meet Haruta. He, ah, was something of a replacement for your Six-Eyes.”
Shigemo stares at you, unblinking, a small, close-lipped smile sending a shiver down your spine. You’re suddenly aware of how close these two men are to you, that your back is to the wall, that you’re alone in the hallway.
“Look, I really have a lot to get done—”
“Oh, we don’t mean to bother you!” Mahito laughs, high-pitched and manic. “We just wanted to welcome you back home, you know. Make sure you settled in to the old stomping grounds.” He leans in, breath smelling like some odd combination of fruity gum and stale crackers. You shudder involuntarily. “I hope you don’t take it too hard when they lose,” he whispers, too close to your face. “Should you need an out, remember we’re in your corner.”
Shigemo holds a hand up as you’re about to retort, tilting his head and studying you. “If he’s not your type,” he giggles, nodding at Mahito, “I’ve got some time on my hands tonight.”
Your face flushes deep red with anger, fists going white-knuckled at your side. “I do not need—”
“Excuse me,” says a cool, familiar voice, and the tension in your muscles goes slack as Kento comes to stand directly between you and your newfound nuisances. “I believe we’ve already taken care of any business that needed tending to before the match tomorrow, yes? Is there anything else I can help you with? We’re just about to kick off practice, and I’m afraid our time is limited.”
Mahito steps back, holding his arms up in false surrender. “Nanami! Hello!” He grins widely. “We’re representatives, of a sort. Just making sure the bunch of you are settled in.” Shigemo nods and looks Kento up and down, calculating.
“We are just fine,” he says flatly, nudging you with a hand behind his back. You nod at the two Curses players and storm down the hallway toward the gym, heart racing in your chest. Behind you, you hear Kento still talking. “Do tell Mei Mei her… thoughtfulness is noted.”
In the gym, the guys are warming up, and your eyes immediately lock on Megumi, angrily slamming an innocent basketball against the wall, over and over. Yuji dribbles between his knees without looking at his ball, watching Megumi intently.
You don’t see Satoru, and for a moment you’re worried, feeling a little off-balance, until you feel hands on your shoulders, spinning you around. “Well, hello,” he says, and you laugh, dropping your head into his chest.
“Fuck is up with Megumi?” you ask, nodding toward him, and Satoru frowns. You notice now the tension in him, the slight anger in his eyes, an energy like impatience and frustration all around his edges.
“Suguru was fucking with him. Saying shit about Tsumiki. I was dealing with him.” He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, considering as he looks over your shoulder at Yuji drawing Megumi back onto the court. “He’s such a dick.”
Kento walks in then, making his way straight over to you. “You okay?” he asks, and Satoru’s brows knit together.
“What? Why wouldn’t she—” He turns to you. “Why wouldn’t you be okay? What happened?”
“Mahito,” you say. “Shigemo, too. Fucking pricks.”
Satoru breathes in sharply, his grip on your shoulder tightening protectively. “If they put their fucking hands on you—”
“Toru,” you say, the nickname slipping out without your permission. It seems to calm him down a little, makes him look at you steadily. “Kento got them out of the way. And they won’t do anything to me. They’re just doing Mei Mei’s bidding, same as Geto, probably.” You grab his hands in yours, nodding at Kento to say you’ll be okay. He inclines his head and walks away, gathering the rest of the team in the center of the gym.
“They want to get under your skin. Don’t let them."
Your voice is steady and calm, coated with a reassurance you don’t feel. Your nerves are still on high alert, Mahito’s breathing down your neck, Shigemo’s unsettling scrutiny lingering in your mind. But you know they’re not after you. You’re a conduit for them, a way to fuck with Satoru. And you will not let them.
“Don’t let them,” he echoes, sighing, pulling you in, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
“Remember, flagrantly disgusting display of public affection. Imagine their faces.”
He laughs, loud and bright, and something warm blooms in you at the sound. “God, you’re the best.”
“I know.” You pull back and shove him in the direction of the team. “Now go practice so I can watch you kick their asses.”
He grins at you, does a little half-bow, snapping back into his untouchable, unbothered self. “Anything for you.”
There's really no reason for you to have the clipboard in your hands. Every note you’ve taken is committed to memory. You know both team’s rosters inside and out, know every detail of the schedule, what a win or a loss means for the schedule, score projections, all of it. But you need something to do with your hands, so you hold onto it, clicking and unclicking your pen, scribbling in the margins of old brackets, trying to contain all your nervous energy into a manageable space.
And you’re not the only one overflowing with energy. The stadium is alive. The lights are bright, the crowd raucous, the massive hanging scoreboard broadcasting CHAMPIONSHIP SHOWDOWN SPONSORED BY KFC. You don’t think you could eat right now even if someone shoved a bucket of fried chicken into your hands.
“That’s just mean,” Satoru mutters under his breath, gazing up at the advertisement.
“What?”
He shakes his head. “Nothin’.”
He glances down at you and then across the court, where Geto has been tracking the two of you with searching eyes. Mei Mei hides behind a clipboard as well, though you notice her eyes flickering back and forth, studying Satoru, you, Yaga. You pointedly avoid looking at Mahito and Shigemo. Pricks.
The NBA championship series. Sorcerers versus Curses. It all comes to a head here, an endless rivalry for a championship title.
“So, I’m thinking now or never,” Satoru says, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. When you realize what he means, it takes everything in you not to glance across the court at Geto. A smirk spreads across your face, and you grab Satoru’s jersey and pull him toward you.
“Good luck,” you say, and then you kiss him, hard and long and intentional, and you know Geto sees you.
“I think,” Satoru says, pulling back a little breathlessly, “we should do that every game.” He grins and you swat him away, making your way over to Ieiri and Nobara in the far corner, and you can’t wipe the smile from your own face. On the way there you chance a look across the court. Geto isn’t looking at you, but he’s looking at Satoru, talking lowly out of the corner of his mouth to Mei Mei.
Point for me, you think.
“You’re actually nauseating,” Nobara says when you reach her. You know she’s not serious. She knew the plan. She loved the plan.
“I’m making a point,” you say anyway. She follows your tilted head toward Geto and Mei Mei, and you watch the slow, shit-eating grin spread across her face.
“Oh, so worth it,” she murmurs.
You tug the headset on and listen to the unfamiliar announcers, wishing it was Zenin and Panda in your ears but settling for the new, faceless voices instead. They’re not the same guys who usually commentated on the home court when you worked for the Curses, and you’re oddly glad about it, that there’s not another reminder of the loaded history here right in your ears.
“Charles Bernard here with Rika Orimoto,” the new voice says, “ready to watch this long-time rivalry play out in real time.”
When she speaks up, Rika’s voice is bright and younger than you expected, animated where Bernard is entirely deadpan. Interesting partnership.
As the starters take their positions, you’re surprised to see that Satoru’s not the one taking the tip-off.
Kento is. And in front of him, eye-to-eye with a sardonic smile, is Mahito.
Ah, shit.
The ref’s expression is flat and unaffected, but his eyes dart between the two shooting guards as they face off in the center of the court. You wish you could hear what they’re saying.
“An unusual choice for both teams here as we kick off this final series,” Bernard says. “Neither of our centers taking the tip-off today.”
Kento shows no emotion as the ref lets go of the ball, and Mahito leaps, but he’s not fast enough.
“Number thirty-seven Kento Nanami swipes the tip-off without hesitation!” Rika announces. “Back to number six, the Sorcerers' Satoru Gojo, and a fantastic pass up to Fushiguro.”
The Curses' hulking point guard, Jogo, is right up in Megumi’s face with a massive hand reaching out to block, but Yuji grabs the rebound and pounds it through the hoop in seconds.
“And the Sorcerers take the lead just sixteen seconds in,” Bernard says. You look over at Ieiri and Nobara, grinning, and then back to where Mei Mei stands with a stony expression across the court.
You feel good about this.
Back and forth, back and forth. Ino is giving Jogo a run for his money, using his speed to dart around the massive point guard before he even sees what’s coming. In his breakaways Yuji keeps finding himself pitted against Mahito, and it seems like it’s always a fifty-fifty whether the block is successful.
“Some subs as we enter the second quarter. On San Diego's side we have Haruta Shigemo on for Fumihiko Takaba.”
“Yuta Okkotsu on for the Sorcerers!” Rika says, a little too excitedly, before she catches herself and calms down.
“Someone has a fangirl,” Nobara snorts beside you, holding just one side of the headset to her ear.
You can’t tear your eyes away from Satoru and Geto as they go up and down the court, always on each other’s heels, breathing hard. It’s personal, and everyone can see it. If they’re saying anything you can’t make it out.
Both teams are going all-out right now, and the fans feel it too. Megumi’s guarding Naoya Zenin like a shadow, something in the air around them tense and constant. You don’t see Yuji’s uncle but you can certainly hear him, somewhere behind you on the visitors’ side, screaming, “HELL YEAH! SHOW THEM WHAT A WIN REALLY MEANS! THESE FUCKERS WOULDN’T KNOW FIRE IF IT LIT UNDER THEIR ASSES!”
You give it two minutes before he’s kicked out.
Inumaki goes on, then Hakari, and at some point the Curses swap Jogo out for Dagon, and it’s go, go, go. You can barely catch your own breath by the half, the game wrapping around you like you’re the one playing it, and Satoru’s drenched in sweat as the team files back to the locker room. He reaches out and pinches you in the side and you stick your tongue out at him, like the mature adult you are.
“Gross,” Nobara says.
The rest of the game goes by in a similar blur of shots and blocks and heated matchups, Toge nailing a few free throws, Takaba coming back on and managing to slip past Megumi only once. The scoreboard never reads more than a six-point deficit.
You almost don’t hear the buzzer when it’s finally over, players skidding to a stop on the court, their heads turned up toward the scoreboard.
“Holy shit,” Ieiri breathes beside you. “We won. We actually fucking won.”
You rip off the headset, the grin overtaking you, relief and pride flooding your veins like a drug, and the rest of the team floods the court in celebration. They beat a first seed team on their home court.
Satoru catches your eye over the mass of people and smiles, and you wave back.
And this is only the beginning.
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heliswife · 2 days ago
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☁️ DAYDREAM - L. HEESEUNG X READER
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Your brother, Beomgyu became an idol a couple years back, and since then, you've met a lot of his idol friends. There were the members of his group like Kai and Soobin, but there were also members outside of his group, like Jeongin and Heeseung.
Lee Heeseung. Whenever you visit Beomgyu, he's willing to talk to you. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him.
"Y/n, you have a crush on Heeseung, don't you?" Beomgyu asks you after Heeseungs visit one day.
"Nuh uh! I do not!" You exclaim, but your outburst says more than your response. Beomgyu stares at you blankly. "Okay I do."
Don't worry y/n, I'll help you! I'm a fire wingman!" Beomgyu pats your shoulder and takes his phone, "I'm calling Heeseung. Today is pocky day, isn't it? I have some pocky in the pantry. Go get it, y/n."
5 minutes later, an already opened box of pocky in your hand and your brother sitting between you and your crush, the plan started.
"Did you know today is pocky day?" Beomgyu states, eating one of the pocky sticks from the box you're holding.
"I'm not gay Beomgyu." Heeseungs reply catches both you and your brother off guard.
"I wasn't asking you to play it with me!!" Beomgyu blurts, face flushed with embarrassment. "Why don't you play it with y/n? I'll leave you two to it, bye bye~!"
Beomgyu gets up out of his seat, allowing you and Heeseung to finally be alone.
There was a pregnant pause and you had never found the amount of different vitamins and sugars in a pocky stick to be so interesting. You were trying to look everywhere but at Heeseung.
"Do you want to try or not..?" Heeseung finally says.
"Oh. Yeah, sure," You mutter. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest as you place on end of the pocky between your lips, allowing Heeseung to have the chocolate coated part.
As he ate the pocky, his face got closer and closer to yours until they were millimeters apart. Terrified, you bite your end of the pocky off and back away.
"You good?" Heeseung asks. You meekly nod. He approaches you ask you back up and stops once you hit the dead end of the couch. "You're really red, y/n."
"I-" Your thought process get caught in your throat, unable to say anything, "I know." There was no use in denying, you had already failed at denying your crush to your brother, so you weren't gonna try denying it to your crush himself.
"You like me, don't you? You had Beomgyu set this up for us, huh?" His words have a treacly coat to them. You could listen to him talk all day.
"I do," Your eyes dart away from his, but even so, you can tell he's practically staring into your soul.
Heeseung holds your cheek with one of his hands and approaches your ear. "Well, you should be lucky I like you back," he whispers. Before you could even form a thought in your head, he kisses you.
His lips are so soft against yours and they fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces from the same board.
Once he pulls away, he smirks at you. "We're dating now?" Still speechless, you nod. "Great, I'll meet up with you Friday night, got it? Don't forget." He presses a kiss to your cheek then turns around. Beomgyu had walked into the room, only adding to your embarrassment. "Hey, Beomgyu."
"Hey, Heeseung. Guess the plan worked, didn't it y/n?"
a/n : not me having to choose between my two enha biases to write this... @orimuraa hope you enjoy, sincerely, 🐺 >_•
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callme-dickmaster · 2 days ago
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Basket Case - (Steve Harrington x reader)
Ch. One - King Steve
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summary: November of 1983 in the sleepy town of Hawkins started like any other until Steve Harrington is paired with resident basket case Y/n Henderson, kids go missing, and monsters are real
cw: 18+ (minors dni) this may be v long, afab!reader, language, minimal use of y/n, bullying, (put this one in second person because I felt it fit better)
author's note: hey lol
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Friday, November 4th, 1983
You weren't used to this. Being put on the spot in front of an entire class of twenty other kids was something that just doesn't happen to you. You thought at this point in your high school career the teachers would know you would either self-destruct or stutter like a moron.
"Ms. Henderson? We're all waiting?" Mr. Mundy sniffed, his runny nose making you want to gag.
"U-uh...uh..." You squeaked before scrunching up your face and dropping your head on the desk. Mr. Mundy sighed while the other kids laughed at the poor basket case kid.
"Anyway, kids, factorizing the polynomials..." the old man's voice slipped to the back of your mind while you mustered up the courage to move your head to see the board through your hair. You accidentally made eye contact with Claire Sims and immediately shifted your eyes to the tile floor.
The dismissal bell rang with you being the first person out of the room. You stalked down the hallway with your head down and weaved your way through other students to get to your locker. You hissed under your breath at Eddie Munson doing whatever stupid shit he and his stupid bandmates think is funny in the middle of the hallway next to your locker.
"Hey y/n," Eddie smiled, leaning on the locker next to you. You smacked your hand on yours and popped it open, making Eddie flinch.
"You have any trouble today?" Eddie asked, twisting some rings on his fingers. You sighed and shook your head, yanking your biology book out along with your lunch bag. "Figures. Tommy and Carol skipped this morning. Gross..." Eddie wrinkled his nose. You slammed your locker shut and stomped down the hallway, leaving Eddie and his Hellfire friends where they stood.
You slipped into your next class and threw your bag down on the floor next to yours and Jonathan Byers' table. "Hi y/n," Jonathan mumbled, sending you a small smile.
You glanced at him, sliding your bologna sandwich across the table to take his PB&J like you did every day. "Bologna again?" Jonathan teased, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. You sighed and nodded, "She knows I hate it. She does it just to slowly kill me from the inside out," you growled. Jonathan chuckled, putting the evil sandwich in his bag.
Mr. Kaminski waddled into the classroom and mumbled his way through the lesson, avoiding any and all eye contact with you and Jonathan like the plague until the bell dismissed you all to the cafeteria. Or in yours and Jonathan's case, to the yearbook red room so he could develop pictures, and you didn't have to sit alone. You munched on your sandwich and chips folding your algebra homework into a fortune teller.
"Oh, hey...Will wanted me to thank you for the colored pencils. He loves them..." Jonathan spoke up, smiling at the picture he was poking with tongs. You nodded, tossing your trash and waved at Jonathan as you walked out. Jonathan waved back and watched you walk off to wherever you went after lunch.
You shuffled through the empty halls, enjoying the quiet as you followed cracks in the tiles with your eyes. "Oh, God, look at her," Carol Perkins scoffed to her boyfriend and their friends stood in the main hallway. "Jesus, it's like she does it on purpose," Tommy snickered.
Steve Harrington stood up from the drinking fountain they were all crowded around. He looked up and down the empty hall, missing you completely as you slid around the corner.
"Who?" Steve asked. Carol snorted, "That screwball loser, y/n," she sneered. Steve pursed his lips and nodded, "What's she doing?" he asked the couple.
"She's just fuckin' weird! Like, why does she have to freak everyone out twenty-four-seven?" Tommy laughed. Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. He had no idea what happened to you. You used to be cool as far as he knew.
"Hey, you think Munson put a curse on her or something?" Tommy whispered to Steve. "Like, maybe she wouldn't screw him, and he cursed her for the rest of time?" Carol laughed.
Steve snorted, pulling his bag over his shoulder, "Well, we'll probably never know. I gotta go to history. I'll see you guys," he said, waving to them. Carol smiled and waved before she pulled Tommy in the direction of their next class. Steve sighed, tossing his bag on the floor and greeting his basketball buddies while Mrs. Click rummaged around in her desk for some papers.
"Okay everyone! Today we're going to start on a project," Mrs. Click said to the dismay of the entire class. You straightened a bit in your seat. History was your favorite.
"Please be quiet so I can finish..." Mrs. Click sighed, "You'll be working in pairs with one group of three. I'll be partnering you up this time. You can thank Mr. Carver for that..." she said, sending a pointed look to Jason Carver who simply shrugged with a smug smile. Mrs. Click sighed, sitting at her desk again to put on her glasses and call out names.
"Okay...Jimmy and Robin..." she started. You laid your head down on the desk and started scribbling out a drawing of Robin Buckley sat behind Steve Harrington. "...and Steve and y/n! Okay! Go ahead and get comfortable with your partners because this is where you're sitting for the rest of the semester," Mrs. Click said.
Steve couldn't fucking believe it. No way Mrs. Click just partnered him up with a spaz like you. Like, seriously? What did he ever do to her to deserve this?
"Um, hey, Steve? Can Jimmy take your spot? Everywhere else is full," Robin Buckley asked, tapping his shoulder. Steve blinked and nodded, mumbling a "yeah, sorry" before he grabbed his things and crossed the room to the empty seat beside you. You were still in your own world, scribbling away and taking glances at Robin every few seconds. You licked your finger and smudged the lead around Robin's feet for shadows.
"Uh...hey..." Steve said awkwardly, sitting in his new seat. You paused, turning to look at him slowly through your hair before looking back down at your drawing. Steve sighed, pulling out his notebook. "Shit," he huffed, mad he couldn't find his pencil.
Smack!
Steve jumped and turned to the lump of black hair and clothing next to him that slammed a mechanical pencil on his desk. You slipped your hand into your pocket and pulled out another for yourself. You pumped out the lead and kept scribbling as Mrs. Click started handing out directions for the assignment. She tapped you on the shoulder and gave you two pieces of paper. You pushed your hair out of your face and read over the outline.
Steve tapped his fingers on the desk, awkwardly watching you read over the paper. "D-do I get one? Or..." he trailed off, trying to read it. You smirked, licking a full stripe up your palm to your fingertips and separated the papers, passing him the one you decided was his. Steve pursed his lips, grabbing it with as little contact as he could.
"Thanks," he mumbled. You giggled to yourself and started writing some ideas you were already well versed in and ones you knew you could do by yourself if Steve decided he was too good to even try and do the work.
"Alright, you'll have the rest of this class period to work and until next Friday to turn this in and we'll do any presentations the following Monday. Okay, have fun!" Mrs. Click said and the whole class started talking and scooting desks together except for the one pair that sat silently while one wrote down ideas and the other watched curiously.
"U-um...I think we should do the sewing machine, the telephone or the Model-T...I'll let you pick," you said, pushing your paper toward him so he could see your long list of project ideas including some other things from previous subjects you thought could get extra credit.
Steve let a smile pull at the corners of his lips before he snuck a look at you. You had gone back to your Robin picture and bringing out the curls in her hair when Steve spoke again. "You're really into this stuff, huh?" he asked. You just nodded, smudging your art.
"Shit! Did you draw that?" Steve asked, scooting closer which made you move a couple inches away.
"S-sorry...Did you though?" he asked again, raising his eyebrows. You hesitated but nodded, pushing it his way so he could see. "Wow...wait, that's the girl that sits behind me, right?" Steve asked, looking at the drawing up close. You nodded, picking at your fingers and biting your nails.
"I get bored when we talk about stuff I already...know about..." you mumbled, shading in Robin's shoes.
"That's really good. You should show her," Steve said. You shook your head. You would rather die than give anyone you've drawn their picture. Especially a complete stranger you only shared a class with. Steve shrugged, "I think you should, but it's your drawing," he said, looking back down at the list and circling two of the subjects you picked.
"How about these?" he asked, passing the paper back. You scratched your nail over the circles and shrugged, grabbing a highlighter and highlighting the two subjects plus an extra credit subject you thought would be good enough.
"I'll be in the library after school until four thirty. Don't be late, King Steve," you said before you grabbed your things and fled from your seat. Steve almost got a word in but you were already across the room standing in front of Robin. "Here. I drew you," you said, giving her the drawing and walking away. Robin's eyes widened, looking down at the drawing and back up at the spot where you were standing just two seconds ago.
Steve sighed, tearing a page from his book and writing a note for his newest obsession (Nancy Wheeler) "Meet up tonight? Pick you up at 7. -Steve :)" He slipped the note into her locker and struggled through his last classes of the day until the final bell sounded and Steve had to sit in the library for a full two hours with you. He was a little scared to see what would happen if he didn't show up.
Walking into the stuffy room, he could see you sitting at one of the round tables in the back, doodling away at another picture. "Hey," Steve said, setting his stuff down and grabbing his history books. You glanced at him, closing up your drawing and grabbing your own books.
The hours flew by faster than you both though they would. Steve thought your constant silence would drive him crazy, but the moments he did get you to talk were nice. You always seemed like you wanted to say more and talk about whatever was on your mind but you stopped yourself every time. You were only afraid of getting made fun of. You didn't like Steve very much and you knew exactly who he was. Acting all nice and pretending he actually cares about what you had to say wasn't enough for you to even begin to trust him. He was an asshole and that was all he would ever be to you. Nothing more.
"So, do you wanna...work on it some more on Monday? Or..." Steve asked, standing with you.
You shrugged, "That's fine. I don't think me going to your house would be a good idea anyway, so, yeah, that's cool," you said, checking your watch and making your way to the exit. Steve furrowed his eyebrows and scrambled to catch up to you. "Why would you think that?" he asked, glancing up and down the hallway.
You rolled your eyes, clutching your books to your chest. "The exact same reason you're looking around making sure nobody can see us talking," you said, pushing open the door to the parking lot.
Steve sighed and closed his eyes. He'd been caught. He didn't know why he cared so much if people saw. It's not like he would immediately be labeled a loser if someone saw him hanging out with you. He just didn't want his rep taking any hits...like an asshole...But it's not like he wanted to be friends with you anyway, so it didn't matter in the first place.
"Look, I gotta go get my brother. See you Monday, Harrington," you said, turning on your heel and walking into the parking lot. Steve sighed, spinning his keys on his finger and going to his own car. He sat in the driver's seat, watching you climb into your green Chevelle and toss your bag in the back seat.
Steve shook his head to snap himself out of whatever the hell was wrong with his brain and drove home. You sighed, thankful Dustin's bike was coming out of the shop the next day and you wouldn't have to drive him around anymore. You loved your brother, but he was a pain in the ass.
"Dustin! C'mon!" You called, rolling your window down. Dustin held up a "wait" finger to his friends and ran up to the car. "Hey, can we take the rest of the party home too?" he asked. You sighed, sending him a look. Dustin pouted, pulling the best puppy dog eyes he could. "Fine. Are they going to their homes or are you guys keeping me up all night?" you asked as Dustin hopped in the passenger seat and the other three members of the party shoved their bikes into the trunk and squeezed in the back.
"Thanks y/n!" Will said, buckling in. "Yeah, thank you!" Lucas and Mike said. You sighed and nodded, starting your tape and driving off.
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greatbigstorm · 1 year ago
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samglyph · 10 days ago
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Feeling terrible time for old reliable: listening to black box warrior until I go physically numb
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the---hermit · 11 months ago
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A lovely festive card from a friend and random notes.
19|12|2023
I am back after being very ill again. This time I got the flu, and to make things worse my panic disorder kicked me once again and it was bad. I am starting to feel a bit better now, but I am still very weak and my stomach isn't at its best yet. I spent a couple of hellish days, and decided to skip class this week. I confident I will be fully recovered for Friday when I'll have to speak in the seminar, but until that day I am not leaving my house and I am taking things slowly. This of course means that my nice study plan is totally fucked. I am so beyond schedul and I am not in shape to get caught with it, so I will simply have to sit down and make a whole other plan. I am starting to slowly getting back into doing some work during the day, but I have not enough mental energy to power through the book I have to study. So this week I will try to stay productive as much as I can but minding what my body allows me to do. I will study less hours during the day, do lighter stuff, and stop whenever I feel like I need to lie down, or move around depending on what my body is asking me. This morning for example I got about an hourish of work done, I was very happy with myself but then I simply had to accept that I needed to lie down, and I did so. I am fighting with the guilt of not sticking to plans and feeling overwhelmed with everything I have to do, and I am trying my best. The other thing I am struggling with at the moment is food, not in a concerning way, but more in the sense that right now I feel like I lost the joy of eating and having a good meal and that is impacting my mood so bad. First a couple of weeks ago I went to the dentist and struggled so much with pain in my mouth for a while, and now due to my stomach being affected by the flu, eating has just become something I have to do and I despise feeling like this. I want to sit at my table and be happy about what I am going to eat, I want to look forward to my meals and I have yet to figure out how to get back there. Maybe I just have a bit of a scare since in the past two or three years I often had my anxiety and panic symptoms strongly linked to my stomach and I am now scared that I'll get back into that stupid place in which eating was anxiety inducing for me. I just hope that will get better soon and that I will be able to enjoy the amazing food my family will make during the holidays.
calm hobbit winter activities and productivity:
read first thing in the morning (I managed to read ten pages which is such a big win after these awful days)
wrote notes for the second chapeter of Nature, Human Nature and Human Difference by Justin Smith
updated my reading journal
started watching cabinet of curiosities (in the past few years I have been terrible at watching new series, but this morning when I had to lie down after studying I felt like watching something new could be a good way to keep my brain a bit active. I watched the first two episodes and loved the first one. The second one fell very flat for me but I am exctied to see more of it, it definitely has the gothic horror vibes I adore)
started reviewing my men theories and power practices notes and added a few additional informations here and there
practiced my presentation for Friday
📖: Bookshops and Bonedust by Travis Baldree
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carcarrot · 2 months ago
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gauging how much my coworker wants me to infodump about this movie over our banana pancakes and scrambled eggs
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blushy-tigerrr · 4 months ago
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vent in tags sorry
cw: mention of loss
#adding a long note to the beginning so no one sees the actual vent in the case that they don’t want to which is absolutely okay#okay that’s probably good#i feel like a failure today.#my car wouldn’t start on friday and i haven’t had a moment to actually call a mechanic until today#called early in the morning and he said he’d call me back with a time#i’ve reached out multiple times since then and have heard NOTHING#if i don’t get it fixed today i’ll have to take my partners car instead#and when i asked them if that would possibly be okay#they started off on a rant about how they were planning to do all this shit tomorrow morning and now can’t if they don’t have their car#but genuinely. how tf was i supposed to know about their plans?? why did they have to say it all like this is completely my fault???#i’m sorry that i’m still in a not so good mental place right now and might forget to do things in a more timely manner#i’ve had two grandparents pass away in the span of a few WEEKS. give me a little grace.#i give them the same understanding every day when they’re having a rough time#so why can’t they offer me the same thing?#i know they’re just stressed and tired and busy but FUCK SO AM I#i’m just. over it. i want to go to sleep.#and by sleep i mean literal sleep i’m not insinuating anything darker i promise#i may be in a rough spot mentally but it is not that kind of rough <3 i’m safe#just. very tired. and in need of support.#i feel like i’m always giving and rarely getting support in this relationship.#and now i’m just feeling like a burden and an inconvenience for even needing the extra support in the first place#the urge to run away and start my life over is strong holy shit
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saturdaymournings · 1 year ago
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ohoho boy tomorrow is gonna be so bad but yanno what I’m gonna be a brave little guy and I’m gonna treat myself to back to back bath days so it’s all gonna be good in the end. Today was so bad today was fucking dreadful but there will be a way !!!!! I have to remember the small joys I have to stay strong
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itsmarsss · 3 months ago
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I literally have enough for money in my bank account for exactly 2 (two) bus tickets
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lightblueminecraftorchid · 22 days ago
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me when the dissociation causes memory loss: *surprised Pikachu*
#blue chatter#listen. LISTEN. usually when I dissociate I remember a LITTLE bit#like. I am distant from my body and I feel fuzzy and lose time rly easily#but there’s lil hook events that will pull me a little closer and I’ll remember like. impressions of them. before I can move/react to them.#USUALLY this means I’ll remember receiving ice from my roommate as a grounding tool even if I don’t ’snap out of it’#but APPARENTLY yesterday my brain was on the dissociation train for TOO LONG#bc not only did I forget that one of my roommates went upstairs until well after he’d left#but apparently my roommate gave me ice. and I held it. and put it in my mouth. and I don’t remember that AT ALL.#like. not even a sense of when that happened or what else must have been going on that I forgot#I don’t know where that blank spot is in the timeline of ‘spaced the fuck out’#which. again. happened for OVER THREE HOURS off and on.#I know that we were watching Bob’s Burgers and that my roommate told me that I missed a full episode all in a row#but I don’t know which episode#because I don’t fully remember *any* of them#bc I was in and out all night#*screams*#why can’t my brain be normal!#I know what triggered this most likely. I had therapy yesterday and I have an exam today that I’m really nervous about#and I did homework for three hours yesterday after therapy so I didn’t have a long rest period afterwards like I usually do#*flops on the ground* when will my brain return from the war for good…#this better not fucking happen on Friday I have to drive places
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sparkles-oflight · 4 months ago
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I might or might not have an idea for a Šta Bih Ja drawing... And I might or might not have the sketches done on paper
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carbonatedcacti · 1 month ago
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Existential dread oh how I have missed you
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galaxywhale · 2 months ago
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I wonder if my bosses realise that the more they push our ridiculous planning expectations, the more I regret telling them I’m planning on remaining at the school tnext year 🙃
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