#i know this is dumb to be so heated about but im just. im sad man. im happy im having a great day!! but im sad

[bl00dh0rs3]

God. God. God. Holy fucking shit i love Avatar so fucking much

[emptywwwriting]

Your Toxic Situationship with Joel Miller

Parings: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Smut, toxic, age gap (not specified), angst?, reader cries during sex, NO Y/N, reader just wants to be loved (me too), rough p in v sex.

Summary: You and Joel have a situationship, you have feelings for Joel, but he doesn't feel the same

Inspired by a post i have reposted on my blog :)

WC: 1.2k (tiny ik)

A/N: I feel like this sucks... Anyways this is NOT edited and its that time of the night where im so tired my glasses don’t help my vision any sooo take this with a grain of salt. i'll edit it later!

There was something so painful about your relationship,, situationship... with Joel Miller. 

Maybe it was the way he’d ignore you in town, even after spending days on end with you in secret. Or maybe it was the way he’d dismiss your insecurities when you would tell him about them nervously, late into the night. He’d shake his head or say.

“People would talk, no one can know about… whatever, this is.” 

Whatever

It never felt like 'whatever’ to you. When he was buried inside of you so deeply brushing your cervix over and over and over again, murmurs of 

“Fuck you feel so good, I love you. So fuckin’ tight sweet girl.” Would fall from his lips.

He would spill inside of you, and then the two of you wouldn’t discuss it again. It confused your desperate, sad, brain, yearning for love, to be loved. One night, during a particularly rough fucking from Joel, tears welled in your eyes as soon as you came. He stopped immediately, of course, and asked you what was wrong.

Sniffles interrupted your soft-spoken words.

“I want you to like me.” You hid your eyes from him, casting them down in shame.

“Aw, baby I do like you,” His hand came up to cradle the side of your face, wiping away a stray tear.

“Such a pretty little thing,” His hand trailed to your neck and you looked up at him.

“So tight and warm around me.” A devilish smirk overcame his previously soft look at you and you frowned. His look faltered, and he cocked his head at you.

“T’s not what I wanted to hear,” A sniffle. “I want you to like me…” You trail off trying to think of an example. 

“More than just for this.” You gesture to the position the two of you are in, your naked and sweaty frame shoved against Joel’s headboard. His broad chest is hovering above you, hips flush with yours, warm and shoved deep inside of you.

He frowns at you and starts rubbing your red cheeks again.

“Baby we can’t be more than this, it’s…” He wanders off for a minute thinking of the right word. 

“People wouldn’t like to see an old man like me with a young girl like you.” He gives you a sympathetic frown that you know is fake.

He shifts his weight slightly causing his heavy cock to brush that spongy spot inside of you, causing you to gasp softly.

“I-I don’t care, I want to be boyfriend and girlfriend… or something.” Hiccups interrupt you occasionally, and tears begin to form once more.

“Too young baby,” He’s shaking his head and it's breaking your heart.

“Not old enough for me, still just a kid compared to my old ass.” He chuckles trying to lighten the mood but it doesn't work, it just frustrates you more.

“I’m not a kid.” Your tone is snappy and your eyes are staring deep into his. He shifts his hips again but you muffle the reaction it causes you.

“Don't talk to me like im dumb.”

“No need to get short with me.” His smile has dropped and he looks as mad as you do now. You can’t mistake the shift in his hips this time as simply repositioning himself.

Your confidence falters.

“Why won’t you just love me?” You ask equally angry and sad. 

He pulls his hips out barley a centimeter before pushing back in, slow. You gasp louder, body beginning to heat up again.

“I love this pussy baby, feels so good.” He’s grinning again pulling out even farther now before shoving himself back in. You're mad at him but the fullness his cock is giving you feels too good to ask for him to stop. You the feel tears coming again, but his hand on your clit, rubbing light soft circles sends your focus away from them. 

“Needa stop thinkin’ baby, dumb little brain can’t handle all these emotions.” He’s talking to you like you're stupid and it makes your cheeks flush. He’s patronizing you, it’s infuriating, but just like before the feeling of his thrust growing longer and harder, short circuits your brain and all you can do is moan. 

“Yeah I know baby, feels too good hmm?”

“Jus’ let me do all the work to make you feel good like I always do.” His thrusts pick up and a coil forms deep in your belly. Your legs are wrapping around his hips instinctively and you cling to his neck like if you let go he would disappear. Your whines are needy now, you're mad but you can’t talk, you can’t do anything but let yourself be filled by him over and over. 

“I always take care of you right baby.” His breathing is labored and his eyes are black.

Staring up at him, with wide eyes and an open mouth all you can do is hum a broken.

Mhmm.

“Fill you up so nice, gonna cum in you n’ make you mine.” He’s growling, pace now erratic and mind-numbing. Your thoughts are gone and have been replaced by him. His smell, his looks, the way he feels, him him him him him.

All you can do is screw your eyes shut with a silent scream.

“All mine, fuck, you’re all mine right?” His sentence doesn’t sound like a question but you are so fucked out you don’t even hear it. 

A quick but firm slap to your cheek causes your eyes to shoot open, and stare back at him saucer-eyed. It didn’t hurt, but it got your attention.

“Who’s are you?” He's angry, still pounding your swollen sensitive pussy mercilessly.

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. 

“Gonna get real mean you don’t answer me.”

You know he’s not bluffing.

“You! Fuck.” It comes out strangled and airy. All of your breath is gone, you are heaving trying to get oxygen to your brain again.

“All mine, you’re all mine. Just a silly,” He gives you a particularly rough thrust. 

“Stupid-“ Another. 

“Girl.” 

It makes your heart sink but his thrust mixed with his finger working rapidly over your swollen bud, for some reason pushes you over the edge. You're clinging to him, nails deep inside his skin, riding out the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. The waves hit you hard, and they are relentless. Tears prick your eyes, and your body tenses rhythmically. Before you know it Joel is pumping his seed deep inside of you. Your name is a mantra on his lips. 

“Mine, mine, mine, shit, mine.” pours from him as he loses himself within your walls. Everything is tight and warm and you feel like mush. His weight is crushing you but it feels like home. 

Joel is home to you. You know deep down that he doesn't truly care for you, but something about his experienced touch ignites a fire within you. You can’t bring yourself to do anything but worship him. He pushes himself off of you and all you can do is drunkenly admire his beautiful tan skin, covering his broad muscles. The weight of your forbidden arrangement always hangs heavy in the air after you guys fuck. 

He grudgingly pulls out of you with a defeated sigh. You whimper at the loss of contact. He brings you a towel, wiping your sensitive parts, ridding them of any trace of him.  

You know that your love for him is built upon something not returned by him completely. You are just a naive girl yearning for his affection; Yet, you are aware that the excitement of your fleeting encounters and shared looks intoxicates you both. Neither of you will ever find the strength to separate from one another.

[kenzlie]

‘ ALL MINE ’

‘ you’ll always come back.. ’

content warnings: smut, p n v, cursing, cheating (stay loyal) & pet names (baby & doll)

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you’re head was pounding as you’re boyfriend josh was shouting at you “with your ex? are you fucking kidding me?!” he shouted loudly he had found the photos, the sex tapes, he found it all, and he was pissed, he pushed you back a little and you suddenly regain yourself

“i dont know what the fuck your talking about josh!” you blurted “dont act dumb baby! how many times do i have to show you the videos, the messages, the pictures and dont get me started with the godamn ‘my eyes only’ pictures!” he argued as he pointed to the dates on all the evidence “okay, but where were you those same fucking nights? out with mya?” “w-what?” he choked almost “im not stupid! i can always smell her perfume on you or just the smell of fucking sex!”

you storm out the door angrily, your little heels clicking on the cement as you walk to your car, this all started because josh texted you to come over for date night, you had gotten all dressed up and fancied but now your mascara was smudged and your eyes were all puffy

you’re making your way back home, your phone in the cup holder starts ringing, you ignored the first call thinking it was josh, but when the second ring came and the bold words on your phone saying “matt STURNIOLO 💜” «please get that reference..» your eyes lit up “hello?” you say sniffling a bit as you pull over “hey doll, you sound sad, everything alright?” he said in a concerned voice “yea, just josh being a complete dick again” “seriously?? come over, ill get your mind off of it” he suggested, you could feel his smirk through the phone “yea yea im on my way” “see ya soon doll” he said before hanging up

you arrived at his house, he was sitting on the porch step waiting for you waving with a smile, you pulled into the driveway and turned the car off as he runs up to the driver’s door “hey doll” he says with a gesturing smile, you step out and he immediately goes to hold your face “why is your makeup all messy and why are your eyes- oh, cmon lets get your mind off him” matt says as he holds your waist leading you too the front door

when you two made it to his bedroom he immediately shut the door and locked it before pressing you up against it “matt..” you whisper “shh shh gonna make you feel real good doll..” he murmurs before kissing on your neck, your hands insanely tangling up in his brunette hair “please..” you beg as you threw your head back

he picked you up and tossed you on the bed gently before climbing in above you “gonna fuck you better than he ever did, yeah?” he said with a smirk, you nod as his cold hands remove your clothing “look at how pretty..” he whispered as he gropes your boob “matt cmonnn” “fine fine..” he jokingly grunts as he pulls his plaid pants down along with his tommy boxers, revealing his erection

he rubs his tip against you’re heat making you whine, he pushes into you without warning “oh shit..” he groans as he grips your waist “fuck matt!” “taking me so f’ good, doll..” matts grip on your waist tightens as he speeds up “fuck fuck fuck..” you whimper “gonna cum soon..you still on the pill?” you nod as you squeeze around him

he throws his head back as he thrusts a couple more times before finishing inside you “f’ matt..” you mumbled as you finish with him “took me so well, doll” he says before leaning down to kiss you gently “so..what are you gonna tell josh..?” he laughs

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[bunnyinvanilla]

Hi sweetie!! i love the way you write price sooo freaking much!! truly you are amazing!! (sorry if it has any typos english is not my first language) what about price seeing reader crying and really upset after a customer were mean to her? said something rude or a mean comment on her appearance

hiii pudding!! absolutely do NOT apologize, and thank YOU sm for the compliments, they mean a lot to me cause I really hope you like what I write, I need validations and praise to function :,) love this idea, you’re just a sensitive emotional lil bunny, n big old daddy price wants to protect you from mean, rude ppl ;(

you love people, you’re basically a social butterfly, despite your shyness, you just love smiling at strangers and giving them compliments — that made working part time as a waitress easier, that until you found a rude costumer.

poor baby, you kept thinking everyone in this world was as nice and loving as you,

“can you make me a vieux carrè?” the costumer hadn’t even greeted you before he plopped on the barstool, and that already made you feel upset :(

“good evening,” you retort gently, picking your usual pink notebook up but not writing anything down yet “what…what is that?”

he frowned, the kind of look that you always wanted to hide from, judgment all over his face, like he was considering your lack of intelligence. hard for a girl who kept seeking for approval and praise.

“you don’t know what a vieux carré is?”

“uhm…” you shrugged timidly “no, im sorry, I don’t drink” you replied sheepishly, tempted to call one of the boys and let them handle this conversation “and I don’t make drinks here, I only serve them. Simon is the one who mixes-“

“so you’re dumb and useless?”

the word was blurted in such a spiteful manner that made you want to flinch, but you’d been taught to remain polite and kind even with people who were not — your poor, sensitive glass heart though, felt a tiny crack on its surface.

“they probably put you here only for your looks, if you can’t even make a damn drink” with every word he said, you felt more and more warmth invading your chest, your cheeks practically burned with heat, and the back of your throat stung, like hundreds of tiny needles poking through it.

he stood up with a heavy, bored sigh, grabbed his wallet and buried it right back into his pocket, but not without casting you a disapproving glance first, from head to toe. “as flat as a table, you’re not even useful for that”

another crack made your poor, fragile heart shatter down completely, and your eyes grew watery, the promise of upcoming pearly tears that laid still on your pupils, but that threatened to come down your rosy cheeks with a single blink.

they started pouring out when you hid in price’s empty office, knowing no one would find you there. You sniffled, quiet sobs that echoed around you and seemed to cling to you. You’d forgotten to take a handkerchief with you, the little, sweet tears staining the fabric of your uniform shirt.

“what bloody happened?” john’s voice was a deep grumble, thick with worry and confusion. You hadn’t heard him walk in, but that was his own office, and he hadn’t expected to find his pretty girl crying there.

“doll, what’s wrong?” he walked close to you, grabbing you by your waist and turning your body towards him. You keep sobbing silently, crystalline tears smudging your mascara and the glitters you’d put on your eyes.

“nothing, sir, ‘m, ‘m- fine, ‘s just..” tiny hiccups interrupted your feeble speech, and when you finally lifted your eyes to meet his, and he saw your doe, sweet eyes filled with tears, he wished he had brought his rifle with him — to shoot anyone who’d made his sweetheart cry.

price was a gentleman, he only ever wanted to see you cry from pleasure, not sadness.

“what happened, angel? come on, talk to daddy” he cupped your face with a large, warm hand, his thumb catching a tear that spilled out and wiping it away.

“that guy- he-he said i was dumb because i didn’t know how to make him a drink, I apologized, ‘n i know it’s my fault because i didn’t know if it was on the menu but..” your chin wobbled at the memory, your already weak self esteem had been completely crushed by that guy’s words. “he said that im useless and im..im flat as a table,”

john’s eyes hardened, his brows frowning as he listened to your explanation, and he clenched his jaw. You sniffled again, sobs that made his heart clench, and his free hand tickle with the need to punch him in the face. He was fuming, but had to confort you.

“oh, love” he murmured gruffly, his thumb wiping away some glitter from your tear stained cheeks. “oh sweetheart, come here”

lowering his hand he took yours in his, gently bringing you closer to him, walking towards the little sofa chair, the one he’d added to his office for when you wanted to read while he worked.

he sat down and brought your body on top of his, swinging your legs around his sides. You lifted you hands and rubbed your tears away, like bunnies did when they cleaned their soft faces ;,(

his hands rested on both of your legs as you sobbed, slowly moving up and down to caress your bare thighs. “doll, you’re the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen, the prettiest little thing,” he filled your ears with reassurance, his rough, raspy and low voice speaking gentle and loving words to you. You blinked down at him, sad puppy dog eyes that pulled at the strings of his weary, war burdened heart — he’d seen the worst and cruelest things within his line of work and during missions, but nothing compared to seeing you cry on top of him.

he lifted his head and buried his face on your neck, his mustache tickling your skin as he left a trail of kisses all the way down to your chest, stopping where the neckline of your shirt set a limit to his affection. “the kindest, sweetest girl in the world, intelligent and smart, the cutest fuckin’ baby” he rasped those word between the kisses, against your flushed skin. “my princess, my pretty lap bunny, aren’t ya…”

“don’t ya worry your pretty little head over that meanie, alright, babydoll? He’s lucky I didn’t hear him, I would’ve cut his hands and shoved them down his thr-“

“daddy!” you called him out, a little laugh between the tears, finding his colorful language amusing. “don’t say that”

he grinned against your chest, pressing a kiss right where your heart was and looking up at you again. “listen to me, love. You’re the most precious girl that exists, don’t ever, ever doubt how beautiful and clever you are, understand daddy?”

you let your eyes fleck between his own, nibbling on your pouty lip, and nodded lightly.

“good girl, pup. Say it f’me.”

“I won’t..”

“that’s my girl. Give daddy a kiss, cmon”

you lowered your head and pressed a delicate kiss above his mustache, and when you pulled away, he brushed the back of his finger right under your eye. “no more tears, stay here and rest for a bit, daddy’ll get you some water”

needless to say, you did in fact snuggle up on the sofa, waiting for john to come back with your water — what was taking him so long?

just him finding out who that bastard who’d made you cry was. He’d found him sitting on a stool, complaining to his friend about the waitress — let’s just say that by the time he came back to you, his scarred hands weren’t cold anymore, but were red and pulsing, and Johnny and Gaz had found a way to relieve some boredom. only orders from the captain, after all.

‘’just make him regret what he said, aight boys? and don’t tell my missus, she’ll feel bad.”

[bopbobpbobpbobpbobpbobpb]

Sleepover gone wrong on noesss

Writing underneath

It had all started so well. Simple plan. Simple. Plan.

Step one: become unpossesed

Step two: sleepover

Step three: pie

Step four: wait for mom to go to sleep then get out the ouja board and play fun sleepover games!!!!! Thats how it works!!!! Kris would know!! They've had plenty of sleepovers with Azzy, Noelle and

Step five: have fun and go sleep. (Kris would NOT be sharing everyone else has to sleep somewhere else)

That was the plan!!

It had started of so well. Kris had entered the room and Susie and Berdly, well did what They always did. Argue. It was friendly though!! They always do that it was normal. Noelle suggested truth or dare (a classic) and it was going well!! Bonding!! With friends!!! Kris had missed this. They had missed having so many people in their life, shouting amd screaming, having fun until they were too loud and Toriel had come into their room and remind them to be a little quieter. They had missed laughing and being "sneaky", talking about the most random things and playing little games. They had missed the noise and the warmth of the ones close to you just simply being there. Kris had finally resolved everything with Noelle Berdly and Susie. Until they just made that shit go crashing down.

One thing had led to another. Berdly truthed susie to tell something. Susie got defensive. Things got heated. They both lashed out. Noelle tried to diffuse the situation. Berdly said something. Noelle got pissed. Berdly said something. It struck a nerve. Kris saw red.

The whole room had stared at Kris in shock. Kris's eyes widened. No. No. They didn't mean that they didn't mean tha- Berdly rushed out. Eyes suspiciously shiny. There were only three of them left. Kris, Noelle and Susie. All of them could only stare dumbly at eachother. Shit SHIT. Kris CAN'T go back to before they CAN'T they CAN'T. Panic rose. Kris had just made up with Berdly and they immediately ruined it. Kris went after Berdly, determined to make things right again.

Except ...

Kris stood at the doorway, frozen. How do they do this? Their breathing got funny. WWAD What would Asriel do? He was good at this sort of thing wasn't he? But.. Asriel wasn't there. Only an idiot human and a crying bird on the footsteps. Kris thought about what to say. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it .you're my friend. I love you. Kris flushed no they could NOT say that don't be an idiot. No they had to say what they were sorry about right? Like uh: Im sorry i-

"are you just gonna stand there"

Kris flinched. Berdly sighed and continued looking away form Kris.

"I'm sorry" Kris could only say.

Berdly ignored them. Kris sat down on the steps next to Berdly.

"I didn't mean it" Kris looked down, avoiding eye contact.

"It's not true"

There was a silence.

"But what if it is" Berdly's voice cracked. Kris looked up in shock.

"What if I am" Berdly burried his face in his wings

" I AM a forgettable little bluebird and when I die no one will care because I have done nothing in life and I'm not exceptional at all and I was so mean and I -"

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"Berdly I was being a dumb shit who got mad and took things too far you ARE NOT foegettable you ARE exceptional and if you died I would be really sad and track down your murderer and kill them and you're my friend and i love yo-" shit shit shit shit.

Berdly faced Kris.

"What"

"What"

"What did you just say"

"If you died I would be sad and kill your murderer"

"No after that"

"You're my friend??"

"No the one after that"

"That was it"

"KRIS STOP GASLIGHTING ME"

"I'm not??"

Berdly laughed. Kris could not help but grin a little at the sight. Suddenly they stiffened the birb hugged them tightly.

"I love you too kris"

Suddenly there were two idiots crying that night.

[m3l0diisbl00d]

Hey,

It’s me again,👾anon.

First off I really love Eidon. He’s so loyal. Thou when I was taking out the bodies trash, it occurred to me to wonder, what would happen if the reader was the yandere one. Like they stalk character, steal valuables from them for their shrine, masturbate  to their muse taking a shower without them knowing.

In all honesty, I have no clue which character will be interesting to see in that predicament. Thou it will be cool see Sherlock in the whole.

Well, thanks for reading my rant and kind of request. If you’re uncomfortable please don’t be pressured to do it. Thanks again.

Yours truly

👾

Why 👾anon i hope that you know that im literally in love with you and everything about this idea. He’d be so dumb n clueless about it because he thinks he already knows literally everything about you :( he’d def be all sad n upset like a kicked puppy. honestly i can see this becoming a verrrry interesting conflict in the future.. but for now, here you go, anon. Ilysm pookie bear 🎀

TWs: yandere behavior, stalking, masturbation, fem!reader

“If there’s anything you need, be sure to tell me, ok? Ciao, bella..” That’s one of the things he liked to call you. Beautiful, huh? God, just the way he spoke to you with his sweet tone, and deep voice made heat pool deep in your stomach.. Its was always your stupid neighbor with his stupid eyes and stupid smirk and stupid flirty attitude, Eidon. He always made time for you, even when he was neck deep in paperwork. You didn’t know exactly what his job was, but he always put so much time and effort into it that you decided to just not question it. He always laughed at your jokes, even the bad ones, and gave you cute gifts and always left his door open, just for you. Just for you. No one else. You. Just you. You wanted Eidon.. and you admit to having— urges.. especially around him. Scratch that. You needed him. You eat, drink, sleep, and breathe that man on a daily basis. And you swear to god if anyone wants to take him from you, which seemed likely because of how appealing he was, you’d kick their fucking teeth in and do things to their body that would make them fucking unrecognizable to the autopsy. He was only for you. And nobody else. You believe that you two were destined to be together, and were specially crafted for each other. You had already planned out the rest of your lives together. You wouldn’t need to rely on anyone else when you had each other. Just the two of you. Forever. Just how it should be, and just how it will be. He hadn’t picked up on your obsession just yet, but you worried that he might if you keep slipping up around him. He left you a copy of his house key just in case of an emergency or if he had to go on a work trip. I mean, who said that you couldn’t just step in while he was out and take a peek?

His door opens with a loud creaking noise, and you step in to admire every little detail of his house. You had obviously seen it plenty of times before. (Oh trust me, you knew the layout of his whole house like the back of your hand despite just moving in..) It was just more exciting each time. You felt like you were closer to him.. more connected with him. This was the house where he cooked up meals for you and spent time with you when you felt lonely and where he shamelessly pumped his aching dick into his hand every time you accidentally teased him.. You waltz around with a wide smile spread across your face, peeking at his belongings, petting his white cat, Elodie, and then tiptoeing upstairs to where his room is. You finally make it to his room and— oh good God.. it smells like him, too. Eidon always smelt sweet, like a walking bakery, and catching a huge whiff of it the second you step into his room only added to your growing arousal. His room was rather basic with little decor, but you just figured that he doesn’t have the time to decorate. Each step you take is very careful, making sure that you leave everything just as you found it, well, that is until you see his underwear sticking out of a laundry basket. He wouldn’t care if you took it.. He wouldn’t care at all, right? He doesn’t mind. You take it, feeling your body starting to get all hot again.. if anything it’d be wrong for you to not take it. It’d be the perfect addition to a corner of your house you dedicated just for him. ♡ He doesn’t know about it, of course, but you’d love to tell him at some point.. maybe when he finally asks you out. It’ll be perfect with all your framed pictures of him, his name written with hearts, locks of his hair that you wrapped in cute pink ribbons, and even some of his expensive jewelry you stole from him that he’s been scrambling to find for the past week. “But I’m positive.. I wore it yesterday.. what the hell..” How cute. You scurry back home, you were pretty familiar with his schedule when he didn’t have unexpected business trips, and it was around this time that he comes home. You just couldn’t wait to bring your new prize to your shrine!!

By the time that Eidon got home, he was rather exhausted, but he couldn’t wait to kick back, maybe write another diary entry about how he wants to pamper you and spoil you, then absolutely ruin you, pound your pretty pussy and spill his hot sticky cum into your womb. He starts to undress, dropping his clothes on the floor lazily and turning on the water to the shower. From your house, you peek out your bedroom window which gave the perfect view of him showering.. he always had his shades open, its almost like he wants you to see.. oh shit— he stepped into the shower, letting the water hit his body while you watch the way that his cock hung.. and he was.. hard? You let your hand slide down to your panties, teasing your clothed clit as he touched himself in the shower. It was adorable, how he aggressively fists his cock while thinking about you after a long tiring day. Enough was enough. You kick your pants and underwear to your ankles, teasing a finger around your cunt and thrusting it in and out at a relatively fast pace. You felt a familiar coil starting to tighten inside you, rolling your eyes back while you watched him. You felt so filthy, touching yourself to your sweet neighbor who had not a clue that you wanted him to fill you up with his thick cock and be his forever. At this point you stop holding back, moans escaping your lips with every thrust of your fingers. Your orgasm crashes over you, causing your back to arch and squeal out his name. Your room now filling with the scent of sex as you watch Eidon step out of the shower. You knock out a few moments afterwards.

Little did you know, after Eidon’s shower, he watches footage of your room and notices something sticking out of your pocket in the video.. something that belongs to him. His underwear?? Shit, now he knows that you’re watching over.. always.

I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH !! 🐾

[fanficfanatic000]

a sip of poison five

mind If I take a seat?"He said lowly "sure" you say softly. He takes a seat next to you the sunsetting making a chill in the air as the soft wind blows "i better get home..." he tilts his head.. "already?" You nodded but he can clearly see somethings off... "its...just i dont think i belong in this crowd very well...." his face never looked so confused ever.. "no i think you fit here fine..." you shake your head no "no eddie i dont... you barely can look at my body im so chubby and the stretch marks..... im sure you guys would have more fun without me anyways....." his expression turned saddened as he takes a deep breath....you get up but eddie grabs your hand "wait..." he said quietly....you stop in your tracks "please just stay...ill put my attention on you i just want you here....please" he looks up at you with puppy dog eyes you can't say no. You sit back down silently and you watch as the others seem ready to leave the lake and go back to Eddie's trailer...

Next thing you know you're back in Eddie's van Eddie's driving. You're in the passenger seat as the others laugh and giggle in the back seat now fully clothed you all make your way into Eddie's empty trailer.. the others ask you if you want to play truth or dare....last time you and eddie played.. it got weird.... now all in a circle on a carpet playing the game its Steve's turn and he asks you "truth." You say with a grin and Steve says "who is the most attractive person in the room..." you take a deep breath fuck my life you think to yourself you look down at your lap embarrassed as you point to eddie that's seated to your right you imagine his eyes widening but it's not like you knew exactly. Then it's your turn to ask you turn to eddie.... "truth or dare" a smile on his face "truth..." "were you lying about liking stretch marks to make me feel better?" His eyes dropped to the floor he fiddled with his rings "no i wasnt lying..... at all"......then rounds pass untill it rotated to Steve again he asks truth or dare? "Truth. "

"Do you like scars on a guy?" Your chest flushed slightly you didn't even notice Eddie's angered expression your face heats up "scars? Hell.....yeah..... i honestly find scars....sexy Your voice dropped low on the last part "Ha ha good one girls don't like scars" eddie said sarcastically with sadness in his voice you look him dead in the eyes and you say" i definitely do..." your face red your chest red your pupils slightly blown eddie turns red as he saw that then a wide smile broke out on his face "are you sure?" He tilts his head and you say "fuck yeah scars are gorgeous. " "Aww how cute!" Nancy says giggling and it pulls you and eddie out of the trance "We SHOULD get GOING right guys" Robin says to Steve and Nancy and they agree making up a dumb excuse then walking out leaving you and eddie one on one he looks towards you he looks deep in thought "truth or dare?" He asked "Dare." He scoots closer sitting criss-cross you and him on the floor "i....i dare you..... to kiss me...." your face burns as you hear those words you lean in slowly then eddie closed the distance... your first ever kiss his lips soft and slick you feel as he parts his lips to invite you in. He hovers his hands on your waist... unsure if he should touch you then you broke away and just looked at his face... his eyes locked on your lips he whispers your name breathlessly..... then he gently layed you on your back he hovers over you his hands on the floor by your sides "what are you thinking?~" he says softly "Im thinking how good this feels..." he finally touches your waist his hands wrap around it his rings colder than his skin You run your hands across his abdomen bumpy scars under your fingers hot to the touch

[inhibitionfreewriting]

okay so, i definitely got off track of the initial way i planned on writing this, but i got into a groove and... just gonna put it into (at least) 2 parts.

jerma x reader x ludwig (part one)

it starts totally innocuous, you're helping on dollhouse and end up just getting in with the two of them. you click at one of the end of day get-togethers. jerma makes you laugh first and then lud comes over to investigate what's going on and they've both got you doubled over. you end up getting food together and just spend more hours than you should have talking. by the end of the dollhouse event, you're in a group chat with the two of them and by the end of the first week of it existing, it's... always active.

you start to send good morning and good night messages, talk about your day even when they're busy and when they catch up on the memes and stuff you send. they're both busy bees so you know they get back to you when they can, but at some point it starts to make you sad when it's got long periods in between. not just that platonic sad but... longing. you're a little embarrassed over it, but it doesn't really come to an apex when you send a very tired 'ok love you guys im goin to bed'

it makes them both panic separately for the same reason but they don't talk about it on the side. ludwig replies immediately without thinking, 'love you 2, sweet dreams' and jerma replies 49 minutes later after trying to not overthink it (but did for all 49 minutes) a very simple 'love you'. he thinks about deleting it too, or changing it, but he thinks it's better not to and manages to go to bed after some tossing and turning. (and putting on something mind-numbing on his ipad) but that first time comes and goes and it just becomes routine to say it all the time. all the time.

it's not until you go hang out with jerma again that the energy is just.. different, not bad, just different. maybe even a little awkward. your hands are a little sweaty but you two spend the entire night playing dumb shit on the switch and you cook dinner together and somewhere along the line you're sitting next to each other and blurt out that you both miss Ludwig and then laugh and are like haha y-you too? but there's the electricity between the two of you too, and he invites you to stay the night "not like that of course... i mean unless you-" "yes" and you share your first kiss and it's fun and you still just...

you're both still thinking about Ludwig, and he knew you were hanging out but didn't realize it was a date and he feels this empty pit in his stomach because the two of you aren't talking to him even though he knows it's because you two are hanging out. and there's this seed of not jealousy but sadness because he isn't there too.

ludwig comes out with an awkward confession after you and jerma start to hang out more and more. "kinda hate when you guys go on dates tbh" tone is impossible to read through text and you prod him on why and after the conversation starts to get heated you open a call, and it. for what it's worth, the civility between you and ludwig lasts exactly 3 sentences and jerma is really trying to just mediate but once you both start yelling it's impossible (but he definitely feels like he's listening to two children bicker).

"it was one date and we've only seen each other twice! out with it, why is it such a problem only now?? it was two days where you were busy anyway so it's not like we skipped out on a night time video call!"

"that's not the fucking problem!"

"you didn't say anything when jeremy asked you if it was okay?? he asked you!"

"because it's not just you!! it's both of you, both of you are the problem."

"what does that even mean?? how is it--"

"wait, both of us? stop let lud talk"

you stopped out of indignance, almost throwing your headphones down instead of listening to whatever he had to say but with your arms crossed and mouse hovered over the leave call button, you stayed. you couldn't tell if ludwig had walked away from his computer or if he had muted his microphone and just gave up on talking. jerma breaks the silence first and cracks a half hearted joke, "i-i think this is the longest he's gone without talking to us. i don't think we've ever heard him this quiet for so long" it gets the driest chuckle out of you, almost like a pity laugh, but ludwig groans loudly and it genuinely cracks you up further. you can almost see it as he sighs, too, the way his hands are braced against his forehead and it's wrinkled with frustration.

"i fucking... it feels like shit knowing you two are hanging out and i'm all the way in los angeles. it's not just... one of you, it's both of you, i don't know. saying that out loud feels so fucking dumb." but you both scrambled to interject, explaining that you both felt that way too. neither of you knew how to bring it up and that it had been plaguing you especially hard, feeling like one side of the feelings were fake, both jerma and ludwig were scared that it would wildly change the dynamic the three of you had.

but it didn't.

[castlebyersafterdark]

ugh youre such a dream thank you for such detailed answers! its so appreciated and i feel as fresh as coming into the fandom all hopeful in summer 2022, up for discussing!

re this: '[wills'] sexuality is less explored in regard to the most baseline aspects of being gay. Is it infantilizing because he's our cute sweet little victim? Is it because he has yet to actually pursue his love interest in the narrative? I'm still working on pondering this myself!! Because it isn't at all how I viewed his situation or character.'

would LOVE to hear more thoughts on this, because i too have not figured it out. tbh, the whole party growing up was a hard pill to swallow at first cos its bittersweet, but it never made me deny will's character a coming of age arc or sexuality arc. i was like - welp, its happening, whether im sad or not that theyre no longer babies. infantilisation makes sense though - i even had non-fan friends who watch the show assume that will was a few grades below the other boys, and much younger.

perhaps for many, they can't accept his growing up because it's reflective of change in general, of the show coming to an end, changing? this is narrative the show itself explores, though - beautifully, i might add.

but i would love to know what your original thoughts on will's character and this storyline prior to all this spicy policing were! how did you view his growing up? was a sexuality storyline inevitable for you?

One thing I never fully understood is the general unease or being uncomfortable thinking about members of the party "growing up" and now viewing them in a different light, meaning getting involved in genuine teenage experiences like sex etc etc et al. I guess I just do find that frustrating sometimes when my view is: everyone grows up, we're there. Hit with: "but we saw them as kids! We watched them grow up! It's weird!" But WHY? I want people to explain why. Stupid analogy, but I think of how dumb it would be if my bf saw some home movie of me as a little kid and turned to me to say "well, unfortunately I can't fuck you anymore. Turns out, you were at one point - a child!" 😂 it sounds like that to me though!!!

Yeah we can still see our cute little babies s1 but we can also watch s5 and appreciate the journey, the coming of age. That's what's gonna make stranger things such a cool show, watching the actual journey from childhood to after (didnt Linklater film Boyhood over a decade to capture growing up in real time? Cool idea, never saw it). It's like any child star in the Hollywood industry. Miley was on Disney but then she started her adult career and were people initially odd about it having a pretty sexual angle? Yeah. Then everyone had to get over it. I acknowledge and understand the adjustment period, but it's frustrating in fandom for these boys that at large it's such a hang up. And, they're fictional. I know the irl actors portraying them plays into all this but... still.

(Then we got the M'leave-hers out here wanting Mike and El to get married and start having babies in s5 while we can't even talk about byler having a heated makeout or joke about Mike checking out Will's ass without pitchforks thrown our way. Booo)

As for what I thought for the shows trajectory, I did always hope we'd get an exploration of Will's sexuality as time went on. I really thought that was built into his character from the beginning (and it was and I was right) like it's one of the first things we learn about this little boy, with what Lonnie thought of him ☹️. I always wanted to see what they actually did with that and now it'll be a really, really incredible payoff if he does Get the Boy. I wasn't even really thinking too hard about byler back then but I can't even describe how heartbreaking that little moment when he tells Joyce "I'm not gonna fall in love" is in context, just... it always gets to me. S4 was a game changer and seeing what they were doing with Will and Mike? Hooked me. Decided to actually look into the fandom as something I wanted to engage w beyond just TV and the occasional pretty gifset or funny interview clip I came across on my dash or theories on reddit - shock and awe when eventually I saw how the vocal asshole fans acted. Debates and witch hunts over how far just a kissing scene can go? Sad.

Byler is great, byler is cute and palatable until you acknowledge that gay teenagers feel desire and maybe have sex, woah! People were even weird about aged up fic and art and everything! Still stumped to an extent about it. Our canon gay character (two, actually, just yet to be hmmm canonized lol) gets the sanitized treatment while Steve and Eddie and all their fanon post 7000 E rated fics w little complaint. (Finding out that was actually as popular as it is really shocked me?) I'd celebrate that and care about them more if the differences weren't so annoying. Just because of the age thing. Oh, get over it. Wish I'd taken a stand from the beginning and just did what I wanted without feeling awkward and going with the status quo. Lame. But maybe this is better, so much nicer having complete openness and a relative fresh start.

[weebsinstash]

the overturning of Roe v Wade happened and pregnancy felt disgusting and a physical threat to be defeated

I felt that. I an asexual person with zero intention of getting married or having a baby but seeing Roe v Wade, I just... feel the need to have my tubes tied? Which should not even be a thing I consider since I have no plans to have sex. Those radical religious/misogynisitc views that are popping up nowadays just make me feel very disgusted at things that are... Really not horrible. Nothing wrong about being a housewife, or getting pregnant, but the way those incels with a mic talk about women in their podcasts just create very unhealthy relationships between women and "womanhood"/traditionally feminine things.

What's so fucked up is like the exact same people saying shit like "oh these gross LGBTQRSTUV alphabet mafia freaks are trying to groom and molest our kids! How dare they try to say kids need to learn about safe sex and periods and not to send nudes or address sex in any way other than abstinence!" will then turn around say "wow, asexuals? How UNNATURAL. You aren't PROCREATING like GOD INTENDED. You're ALSO somehow grooming our kids" and it's just like. Fuck. Leave people alone about their fucking sexuality and gender presentation.

And then sometimes I try to discuss this with my mom because like we discuss politics a lot and she's, you know, a woman and has raised me and ill seek her perspective as my mom and a woman and an adult, and sometimes she'll just be "oh don't read all that, youre getting upset over trolls, people are just stupid" ok well these stupid people can VOTE and sometimes these stupid people ARE the ones we're voting for!!! Like! I'm so tired of seeing bullshit like Americans saying "haha good on Country XYZ for making it legal to beat those t slurs in public, this is just MODERN WESTERN PROPAGANDA" and I want to scream shit like "India has recognized trans people for over 3000 years you fucking bigoted moron"

Like!!! Ugh!! Should I be furious or sad!!! (Putting the rest under a rm because this gets a little long and I also discuss abortion/miscarriage)

Fucking idiots saying shit like "oh just use birth control there's like 30 kinds" and guess what motherfucker literally the only 100% effective ones involve SURGERY. Even my OWN MOTHER got pregnant on a diaphragm. Fuck you! Fuck you! You think abortions are being used as birth control? I know at least two people who've had them and they can be ABSOLUTELY EXCRUCIATING, I am talking SCREAMING TO STOP THE PROCEDURE KINDS OF PAIN. "Oh women just want to avoid accountability" bitch some of them don't want to DIE, some of them can't raise a disabled child, some of them have diseases and conditions that can't be passed on

I... may have had some risky sex a while back with, minor precautions, ok I'll be the dumb irresponsible slut and say the pull out method was used, and while nothing came of that, obviously, literally my game plan after it happened and post nut clarity hit was "ok well I know if I need an abortion there are people who literally terrorize you outside the clinics so maybe I'll just kill myself". And you know what, I wasn't even intending to do that kind of thing, the unsafe sex, it was just, you know, happened fast and in the heat of the moment, and it happened briefly. Even I, as someone who has never wanted children and FEARED motherhood all my life, made that kind of mistake. And I spent the following three weeks in absolute TERROR waiting for my period, thinking of all the people who would happily force me to carry a child that would no doubt inherit my physical disability, my genetic disorders, and wouldn't be wanted by me or the father (and im not saying that as anything against him we are both very anti kid lol)

It's so upsetting because like, people have different opinions, and in some cases can you really say if an opinion is right or wrong? But so often do I see things that are inhumane, grotesque even. I was reading a story of a woman who was forced to carry a malformed fetus to a full pregnancy where it passed that same day. Here you have a woman who was forced to deliver what was essentially a corpse, the trauma that must have caused her, not just in mind but also in body. 9 months, 9 months of knowing it was being born just to die. And. People were legitimately replying "better that than to be ripped limb from limb inside the womb" that's a specific form of third trimester abortion which wasn't even what she was asking for you fucking idiot. "Better for the baby to know its mother's touch" it literally didn't have a properly formed brain and we don't even know if it could have even SENSED anything besides agony. "I would have wanted to hold my baby before it passed" you would have let a fetus which had abnormalities discovered in the first trimester to fully develop into a child so it could die in horrible pain just for your moral closure?

I read a comment just a few days ago that was legitimately one of the most disgusting things I had ever read and dear God I hope this person was lying but they said "I know a catholic woman who was pregnant and found out her baby would be born terminal and die shortly after birth. She carried it the full pregnancy so she could baptize it" THAT'S ABHORRENT. For you non religious folk, which I am too but I have some secondhand knowledge, the point of baptism is the idea that we are all born into sin and must be like cleansed to be children of God or something like that. And to be blunt I consider this woman an absolute monster and I replied as such.

"She let a newborn baby suffer in agony just so she could dip it in her magic fairy water? And she thinks she's the GOOD GUY?"

It's just. Ugh. I don't even know. I use culture and country as an excuse for religious freedom and sexual and gender expression (ie. Banning trans people from being visible is prejudiced to Indians, Native Americans, Samoans, Judaism, etc) but then people turn around and say "but it's my culture or religion to be homophobic/not allow abortion" and then I just want to say "well you're just an idiot who can't think for themselves then and you need to get with the fucking times :)" like obviously I am not perfect but I believe basic human rights transcends borders and beliefs. Like for example, similar but different, Malaysia is about to literally hang a man just for having a kilo of weed and people are happily saying "don't do the crime if you can't do the time" and its like do you understand it's inherently problematic to just say "their country, their rules" right. Like some places use that as an excuse to keep forms of slavery. Like to circle the argument back around states rights was an argument to try and keep slavery and now states rights is being used as an argument to criminalize abortion?

Like I try not to bring the vibe here down too often but these conversations are important. We as human beings should be helping and protecting each other and I feel a legitimate fear of society approaching some sort of social collapse or civil war. Like even if you're opposed to abortion you should actually still be voting in favor of keeping abortion because, if abortion is outlawed on moral and religious grounds, it will start the ball rolling for banning other medical procedures out of opinion and not fact. You know we already let the insurance companies do that right? Tell people their life savinf treatment isn't covered because they don't deem it medically necessary even though insurance agents arent doctors? Even on my main blog I boosted a post about a person with severe endometriosis who is being denied a hysterectomy because of their weight by the NHS but a private clinic will save them for a price, and meanwhile the endo is impacting organs outside their reproductive system

It's just. God. I'm sorry I guess I went all over the place in this post but everything is so scary now. Transphobia is on the rise, homophobia, racism, gun violence, they keep finding horrible child labor shit like 15 year olds cleaning slaughterhouses, even in my current blue state, red senators are arguing we should let young teens do construction, they're changing legislation on healthcare, on the internet, on student loans, inflation is HUGE NOW, rent is skyrocketing, homelessness is rising, just

It can be hard to keep your head up you know? I try not to be a doom and gloomer but there's legitimately scary shit happening? Like I didn't even touch on climate change and how all of these issues are going to intersect and snowball until our entire species is fucked. I know what I'm voting in 2024 but, it doesn't make anything less terrifying. If we weren't protected before, if we still really aren't now, can we really trust it to happen in the future?

[fraener]

9/8/2024

long day of laying down until a flurry of activity with work and coming home and speaking to my loved ones on the phone. dinner bubbling away on the stove and the aching icelike creak of the burner heating and cooling is rhythmic. fighting now to find the good. i spent so much of the day crying in bed unable to move under the weight of knowing the truth about it, that h just cant understand me and doesnt or cant make the effort to do so. i keep feeling like theres just no point in even telling him why im upset because i think if i do hell either feign ignorance or really just not get it. i feel tricked and cheated all the time because of how he likes to play dumb and hide things from me. he just doesnt trust me and so in turn its impossible for me to trust him. although, instead of sending me into the outward insecurity spiral where id be begging for attention and rushing after him, it makes me disgusted and disappointed and hurt and withdrawn. i told him i didnt want to see him today and he stopped responding to my texts. saw his car at the dispensary on my way home and felt my stomach drop just a little, like i didnt like him being so close to my house. im grateful to live somewhere now it would be much more obvious if he came to look in my windows. i think i feel the edge underneath which i could pull and topple it all, and every time i feel that sharp little ledge i choose not to lift. similarly, there doesnt seem any point in ending it, because i have nothing better to do. i lost my faith in the satisfaction of telling people exactly what thyeve done wrong so they have to face the truth of it. or, faith in the satisfaction of ending it. i wonder when passivity becomes cruel and when it is that i should choose to do hard kindnesses. tomorrow i want to be better, today was only getting good towards the end. spouts and lids today at work, next 3 classes ill encourage them to modify their forms and try new things. i have work wednesday and i forgot...its good i wont go to the city after all. starting a new 101 class, teaching them back to back. soon my schedule will be just mondays and tuesdays off, then for a little while i think it may be just mondays off, then sundays and mondays if i am careful. it isnt hard to work at the ceramics studio, often welcome reprieve at the end of my darker days. ive moved and started a new job and somehow nothing has changed. i am feeling so many different griefs right now. tomorrow i hope bg can lift my spirits. for now im tired.

but i think i should say s confessed hes never had any attraction to me. from that point i think i am seeing him truer without hope in the way, or fantasy, or whatever it is. he is so so dear to me. we get closer every day and i am so glad to know him. ive really gotten to a new level or depth with both him and f, it feels beyond any love ive known no matter what the shape of relationship. somehow more intimate than a lover, more patient and understanding than family, more dedicated than a friend. for this i can be grateful, for the continued care of c's garden, my very very strange new life which feels like an odd and unknowable pitstop that i am afraid of but dont need to fear. i talked to kk on the phone today too- briefly, about ceramics, about our students. there is love for me in the world, i have love for it too. its so sad to me that a year ago i wrote that i felt h was far from me and i didnt know how much longer wed be together. so odd weve survived this long in our terrible purgatory state. as i said a year ago, i thought wed be closer by now. c'est la vie.

[charmed-asylum]

Excuse me for this chapter for how long this shit was had me screaming every curse word I know to man and some. Shit I think I was possessed bc some words wasn’t even in English. But that’s what u do to me got me talking I’m tongue. I just where to start where to start.

I mean where to bloody start in the fresh prince of hell!!

Let’s start w the lovely ALL BY MY SELF MONTAGE Vibe poor girl was dealing with. She literally was going tho this w a LB ish tone to it in my head.

She then goes and do everything she can do get Jensen to listen I mean how much self respect you have not only for the reader but for ur self to think the way you are. AINT YOU A FUCK COMPUTER GENUS TO KNOW WHAT CAN N CANT BE FABRICATED bc even my vintage typing ass can figure two and two together doesn’t equal a donkey ass but oh well I guess I ace COMMON SENSE 101. All while she goin tho it this son of cat bitch wanna taunt her he not worth it nah bitch man at this point ain’t worth it. Shit little picture w a in my mind cut and tape over another face of u works like oh here the worst clip art 📎 I’m talking 98 word clip art shit and he takes it. Look I know I ain’t making sense but this shit got me next level and I’m sure I’m talking to myself but look 👀 this shit too much ( way to good I’m having heart pain just thinking about it) and she goes does a lovely little at the window shit pleads w him and he wanna be a B I T C H like not even a question tho to prove he ain’t a dummy no shack the head and dip well sir ur as dumb as a bunch of rocks and ur parents should be very glade ur waste there money and eggs and sperm on your dumb ass. Sad part he might show up to her getting attack and maybe rape and he gonna cry and be all see u use me nah bitch u don’t see her crying stop and Steve lookin like a cartoon villain. Ahhhh I’m mad lord I am mad.

SHE LITERALLY GOES I DIDNT DO IT TELL U THE TRUTH EVEN AS FAR LIKE I WAS GONNA give myself to u as my first and he slam the widow on her . sorry no nah I know what ur sayin I just need time MO SLAM THE WINDOW W OUT SPEAKIN. And im not gonna lie I gave it a chance like maybe it be like some movie and next part he runs after her but he doesn’t NOT DO THAT SHIT. Excuse me who gave u the right to be that much a little bitch ahhh I can’t lord forgive me for I wanted to slap the sight back into this man.

Then Steve come tho out the shadows. Like a click and paste shit . Like u don’t got no life u been waiting in side line like a damn weirdo I can’t. Where the campus security or what not she having a heated convo runs around a building or some shit. No CAMPUS SECURITY like damn I know they can’t do much but shine a light into Steve eyes blow that whistle til his ears bleed roll him over in ur little golf cart scooter or something. Nah probably sniffing some donuts power up the nose. He waited for her and just wow okay it’s Steve but how many times could someone do this to a girl like I’m horny let me wait and push my way into the dorm. He so sick he literally waited for her to be alone and not alone but alone and broken and it’s a fuckin game of delight like yup merry Christmas to me really really nah don’t bring the birth of Christ into this crazy ass dream u got. She begs him and he laugh shows no remorse she runs ( got that run scene had me on my knees w my rose Mary beads eyes rolled back splashing holy water and talking into tongues) then the end THE END GIRL BLACK OUT AND IT WAS ANOTHER DAY when I came back to it. Like I’m just what did she really do mmm what am I forgetting that happen that is something let’s be realistic u could not see coming oh u like so u me and bed rockin and she was supposed to be like do me now Dr. Steve Rogers hahaah boy u dreaming a crack head dream no u can’t tell me that so what and u do and say that lord ROOOOO PLEASE 🙏 tell me I’m not crazy @darkficsyouneveraskedfor bc this chapter had me crying and screaming

One False Move

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Warnings: dark elements, some sexiness in this.

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Jake ignores every text and every call. When you pull up his Insta, you find yourself blocked. The last revelation crushes you, sending you into a tailspin and your bed. You burrow under the comforter and cry yourself to a restless sleep.

When you wake up, the sun is still down. It's not even four in the morning. You've never felt like this. So hollow and heavy at once. You drag yourself out of bed and make yourself drink a cup of instant coffee that makes your stomach rot.

You sit at the kitchen table in your empty dorm and hold your head. It's all a mistake, just lies. Professor Rogers knew what he was doing and it worked so well. Why didn't Jensen believe you? He knows better, he should've listened.

Your despair turns to anger and frustration. You don't know why you wasted your time. You get up and rinse out your mug before shuffling back to bed. Well, at least you have groceries for the break. You can make what you bought last a while. You're going to have to.

You lay down and try to fall back asleep. You drift in and out but feel worse as the window pales to a dim grey. The winter morning chills you and keeps you nestled under the blankets. It's only the urgent need that draws you out to the bathroom.

You're more away as you return to your room and grab your phone, stomach wobbly with anxious hope. No replies from Jensen, but a message from a private number.

'He's not worth it.'

You know who it is. He can hide his number but you know he's taunting you. What does he want? He's already ruined everything.

You ignore him and put your phone down. You think of putting a video on your laptop but that just makes you miss Jake even more. He should be here waking up with you. Last night should've been the best night of your life.

Maybe...

You get dressed before you let the thought break through clearly. It's desperate and stupid but you're not going to give up. You zip up your coat and shove your feet into your boots, pulling a toque onto your head. You grab your keys and phone and leave your lonely dorm behind.

The pavement is trimmed with frost and in some places, patches of ice crack under your treads. You keep your hands in your pockets as you chatter, walking with purpose along the curving paths. You stop in front of Jensen's building and look up. He's not going to answer your messages and you can't get in on your own, so you'll have to get creative.

You grab a pebble and count the windows. You're pretty sure it's that one. You huck the stone and it pings off the frame. From your side, it sounds pretty loud. You wait, nothing. You do it again. Several times before the window above opens.

Shit, you were close.

Jensen pokes his head out and lets out a huff that clouds in front of him, "go away--"

"Jake, please, just listen. You know I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that. Not with him."

"Pfft, come on, I'm not an idiot."

"Ugh, what did I ever do to make you believe I would--"

"I don't know. Late office meetings, sending me texts about staying late then calling it off, sounds like cold feet to me."

You lean your head back and whine, "he did that, okay? He took my phone--"

"Convenient story."

"Jake!" You holler, "why can't you see I'm telling the truth? I... you were going to be my first."

He just stares, quiet. You feel yourself wilt. He shakes his head and pulls back, disappearing behind the frame and slamming the pane down. There's your answer.

You turn slowly on your heel. Your eyes well and you quickly flick away your tears. Happy Holidays, indeed.

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You're in no rush to get back to your dorm, even with cold nipping at your cheeks. You don't care. You have nothing to look forward too. You waited weeks for your break, to spend time with your boyfriend alone, and now you have nothing.

Typical. Just your luck. Even the wafting aromas of the cafe can't tempt you in as you pass. You carry on, keeping your head down outside the English building, and tramp along in a glum fog. Your feet carry you without a thought, the path etched into your mind and muscles. You look up at the familiar brick facade and fish out your keys.

It's frighteningly still and quiet outside. Most of campus is home and happy, but here you are. You pull out the keyring and scan your fob on the censor. The door beeps and you open it, puttering inside reluctantly.

Suddenly you feel the door open wider and you're shoved forward. You trip as someone skirts in behind you and pulls the heavy barrier shut with a clang. You throw your arms out and steady yourself, turning to face the unceremonious intruder.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's got you down?" Steve asks as he stands tall, hooking his thumbs in his pockets.

"What the hell? Get out? What are you doing--"

"Shhhh," he puts his finger to his lips, "listen."

You blink and hush, listening to the empty hall. What? It's quiet. There's... no one there. The epiphany strains your face as he smirks.

"That's right, sweetie, just you and me," he takes a step closer and you back up. "Sounds like a merry Christmas to me."

"No..." you exhale as you retreat along with his advance, "get away--"

"You can't spend the holidays alone," he says with dripping sympathy, "what kind of man-- boy would abandon you like that?"

"Stop," you hold a hand up, "Steve, you're scaring me."

"Well, baby," his cheek dimples, "you've hurt me so I think I get to return that favour."

He lunges and you stumble backwards, hitting the wall and rolling out of his way. You turn and race down the hallway, pumping your arms wildly. You surpass the elevator and yank open the door to the stairwell. You hear him behind you. He's close.

You grab the railing and swing yourself around, kicking over each step frantically as you struggle not to fall on your face. You're dizzy as you turn up the next flight and the next. Your lungs burn as you feel yourself slowing. You hear him, footsteps echoing up towards you.

You burst onto your floor and fumble with your keys desperately. You can't get a steady grip as you search for the key to your door. Finally, you slide it into the slot as the stairwell door clicks. You hurry inside but as you go to shut the door, it stops short of the frame.

You squeak as Steve gives the door a jolt and flings you back easily. You cry out as he enters and blocks you into the narrow hall that adjoins the rooms. You raise an arm, shielding yourself as your knees shake.

"Please, Steve," you beg as he shuts the door behind him.

"Oh, you don't have to say please, sweetie, I'll give you exactly what you need," he grabs your arm and pulls you close, "I told you, the minute you think you're alone, I'll be there."

[lovesaadiqa]

the unthethered soul

this book is one that keeps on giving or growing me i should say. my second time reading it helped me realized the different spaces i was in before and now. i seldom go back and read my entries, its kinda of cringe for me especially when i don't see in growth from one post to another, stagnation makes me sad. anyway i cried alot the first time i read this book and this time im highlighting like hell. just to catch me up, ive been driving over the road for 5 months now, initially soothing myself with music, empty conversation from random people and as dangerous as it sounds, tv, movies and murder mysteries. the last 30 days has been silent asf on my truck, no nothing! the window down and my thoughts. i gave the book another go round but ive been applying what im reading and this shit is no joke! ive learned how to know when im in the seat of self, how to be aware of my awareness, how to watch my emotions form, how to disconnect from what im seeing and pay attention to how whatever it is im seeing is making me feel. amateur at best but today was another monster and i can see how i definitely will need my awareness to grow and how consistency will play a major role in how fast i can find my freedom.

its 4th of july, no the weekend, the literal day. i'd been driving for 4 hours and go to my receiver super early because when i started my route i forgot the time zone was going to change. i arrived at 1:30 cst and am told the ppl who unload me was changing shifts and i'd have to wait until 3:45.. there's no pressure but its hard asf to find parking in general but especially on a holiday or weekend so idgaf about nothing but finding parking because im less than 1/2 mile aware from a flying j and dont wanna have to get back on the highway to find parking. i get back in my truck, eat and get on social media. i can feel someone unloading me but it's nowhere near 3:45 so i grab my paperwork and march my ass inside hype like "yes, imma be outta here soon" i get in a realize it was an over zealous worker who came in early for holiday pay (i'd still have to wait for my paperwork to get signed). someone shows up in the office right at 3:45 and im told they have to count and verify my freight which would be at least 30-45 more mins. im ok with that because my appt time wasn't until 5pm and im already unloaded before 4. it's gets dumb tricky because im notified im counted and good to go, i get inside and the guy who is to give me my papers says i have to pay a lumper fee. i've never in all my months had to pay a lumper fee, in fact i don't know wtf that is so i call my dm and I get Matt (he's a rude sob and hate hearing his damn voice) who tells me i have to send a message form. i do as im told but get a reference number on my tablet that says give this to the ppl inside to pay, i get inside give them the code and they tell me to put it in the payment slot on the text they sent (in my head im screaming "what fucking text") -- fuck the rest of the story

as im walking back and forth from my truck to the receiver i can feel the agitation building, my responses are on the rude side, i can hear my consciousness forewarning me that im getting heated. i tried to feel what was happening inside of me as im also trying to remain professional. i tell myself that im only frustated because i dont think im going to be able to find parking, im losing it becasue wtf is a lumper fee and wtf you mean i have to pay it, what text did you send me on top of hearing "western express this is Matt" lmmfaooooo. i get to the fucking gate to leave and the bitch gone say "can you pull all the way up im pregnant and i dont feel like walking to the back of your trailer. i legit wanted to run her tf over because bitch you at work and pregnant ppl arent handicapped HOT!!!! In the time it took me to tell myself to calm and actually calming down i ran a stop sign and drove past the flying j entrance.

then i get to my lil to do list and im supposed to read a chapter: Removing Your Inner Thorn (im literally fighting back tears writing this) the second fucking sentence "In order to grow, you must give up the struggle to remain the same, and learn to embrace change at all time" ATE ME TF UP! Im not the same because now i have the awareness to spot, feel and identify my emotions before they have me in a chokehold. knowing all that i still copped an attitude and let them run me. this chapter talks about have a literal thorn piercing a nerve and the options you have to avoid the pain. first option is to avoid anything that will touch, bother, graze, tap, irritate your torn.. second option, remove the fucking thorn all together! a few lines that made me legit get my laptop, come into the pilot and write this entire entry: if you decide you have to keep things from touching the thorn, then that becomes the work of a lifetime; the life of protecting yourself from the problem becomes a perfect reflection of the problem itself; you can actually fell that because you've minimized the pain of the problem, you've solved the problem.. all you did was devote your life to avoiding it; the problem will be back the moment the external situation fails to protect you from what's inside; you are not the pain you feel; the thorns naturally work themselves out if you stop protecting them; you do no get rid of loneliness (or any thorn sadness, depression, anxiety, short temper, a broken heart, abdandonment) you just cease to be involved with it, it just another thing in the universerse like cars, glass or the stars.

i cant began to explain how i did the work and then read the book. there is no joy like getting it. i understand now. im praying for more situations to arise so i can better at this and win inner peace for myself. the ultimate goal for me is to sit in the seat of self and remain there.. i just know with my whole heart i will read this book until the cover falls off because it is a complete guide to spiritual freedom, in my opinion. i have about 6 books on my truck right now and this one is the most got a second read before i finished any of the other one for a first time. im happy to be here. in this space, with this awareness and the understanding of what to do with it and how if benefits me. i will get so fucking good at this!!

i hope when you come back to read this it wont be cringe babygirl. i wish you nothing but healing and total well being. to think that coming face to face with a pain that made you know want to wake up no more got you here is nothing but God's love for you. its so important to realize that it was all necessary! forgive, relax and release Saadiqa but most importantly remain thank for it all. equipped with the know-how to watch your thoughts and detach from them should make this journey so fucking delicious. you are awareness and EVERTHING else is an object of your consciousness. the feelings, the thoughts that get stuck on repeat, other people, aging, your body.. all of it. just a thing/things you've become aware of, they are not you. never, ever, ever forget that. leaving the seat of self is such a massive step down that some people do it for a single thing and they're never able to return again. that is the prize, the gift of a life lived. Chapter 8 over and over and over and over again!!!! please get this Saadiqa it is my life's wish for you NEVER STEP DOWN!

[ultraviolencced]

this is so sad alexa play summertime sadness

[our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace]

hi !! I saw your pinned post and I immediately rushed here to ask a request 🧍‍♀️

OKAY SO PICTURE THIS

the OM! brothers ( I don't know how many characters you can right so just choose your faves ) and diavolo just having a huge crush on mc

Time for some fluff ey, ok here we go

Obey me boys having a huge crush on MC

Since our dear requestor made me the one to choose who to write with, i choose these bois

Pairings :Leviathan x reader /Mammon x reader /Diavolo x reader

Leviathan

A stuttering mess and

A fresh out of the farm, red tomato

He takes every opportunity to spend time with you

"MC,there's this new game i brought"

"MC, come watch this anime with me"

"MC, let's go buy the merch together"

Satan pointed out his behaviour and called him a lovestruck fool and all he could do was blush since the wrathful demon wasn't really wrong

He feels irritated when mammon always calls you his human and that his your first

He's literally the avatar of envy so of course he can't help but growl and glare at the tsundere for his claims about you

When you turn down his invitations to play or watch anime, he makes that stupidly adorable face looking like a sad puppy

And you're weak to that shit

So of course you put aside any of your plans and spend time with him

Him confessing was messier than my life

He'll stutter the words that are already jumbled, hands fidgeting, eyes darting everywhere besides you and a face that looks like a tomato

When he shouted out the words "i like you"

He went poof, and his demon form came out

You can't help but be stunned and eventually laugh

Now you laughing didn't seem like a good sign to him

Was my confession that awful and did you think he was just joking, he thought

Already feeling like he wants to cry, you suddenly engulfed him in a hug, saying you like him too

Imagine the happiness he felt in that moment as he hugged you so tightly

Mammon

You actually thought he was terminally ill

"let's go out and eat, my treat"

You looked at him with wide eyes

Him? Treating you?

Never in a million years would you think that mammon would actually offer to treat you

"Are you sick or something? Are you dying?" you asked concerned cupping his facd

"the heck, who's dying" he said gently swatting your hand away

Your touch always makes his face heat up so don't touch him damnit

Since you're teasing him, he'll actually feel the need to take back his words cause all he wants now is to bury himself 6ft under

"geez, if you don't want to, you can just f-"

"i never said, i wouldn't tho" you said smiling at him

"w-well of course y-you w-would agree, heh i-im the g-great mammon a-after all" he stammered, hands scratching the back of his neck

You actually said yes and he's fighting the urge to smile

You set the date for your dinner 2 days from now, so in those two days his utterly restless

His a mess and the eldest didn't fail to notice it

When lucifer knew why mammon was so out of it, he offered his little brother a pep talk on how to won you over

Mammon hesitated in accepting lucifer's help but if it ensures his confession to get a good answer he'll take the devil's hand

Amidst to mammon's dilemma, you already had the idea that he was planning to confess and you were more than ready to say yes

But for now, let's just enjoy mammon taking lessons from lucifer on "how to win the girl you like"

Diavolo

Pleaseeeeee

He'd call you for whatever dumb reason he can come up with just so you'd visit him in the castle

Barbatos found the prince hopeless since his reason's for inviting you are just dumb

"MC, could you come to the castle, I bought a fish"

"MC, could you come here and help me find the pen i lost"

Seriously?

You of course would just have a bunch of question marks floating above your head wondering why would he call you for such menial things

What does he want you to do, eat the fish?, and finding a lost pen? Doesn't he have a lot of those and barbs is there to help him find it

Eventhough you're questioning everything, you still go

You secretly told barbs how he was acting weird with his imvite reasons

And Barbatos gladly filled you in on the reason why

Oh

So he likes me, wait He likes me?

You just stared at barbs stunned and the pretty demon just smiled

Already known of the demon's feelings, the next time he calls for you, you won't be able to look him in the eyes

This of course made him think that your avoiding him and that your uncomfortable with his company

So he sadly stopped calling for you, and it's been three days since you last saw each other

His experiencing withdrawal symptoms

Constant sighing, no motivation to do anything, blanky staring at his phone and just looking all pitiful

Barbatos had to take matters into his own hands

He raided the house of lamentation and kidnapped you taking you to the castle

Diavolo was quick to hug you the moment he saw you and he was like a big dog being deprived with treats for days

You both talk it out how you were not avoiding him and was just feeling conscious from what barbatos said

He was glad that was the reason but he's bummed out how barbatos was the one to say about his feelings for you

"I'll do things the right way this time, and court you properly"

"Ok, no more fish and pens" you teased and smiled at him already falling in love

A/N: Thank you for this awesome request @swan-chan, i hope you like reading this

also i wrote for Solomon but it got deleted so that's why there's only three of them now, sorry for that, Solomon's part was quite long so it made me lazy to do it again.

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[minniepetals]

Hi Minnie 👋👋👋

I hope im not bothering you, but can I ask for part 10 in genie au?! Thank you!

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17

You reappear out of nowhere just as you had disappeared.

It’s in the middle of the day when they’re having a meeting and out of nowhere, a puff of wind breezes by in the room despite the windows being all sealed closed, and there you appear, in the form of a genie that falls invisible to the eyes of the non-owners.

“Greetings, owners, I have returned from oblivi—”

You freeze when you realize Namjoon just stopped speaking mid-sentence and quickly cringe once you turn around to find the rest of the gangsters who stares in confusion, wondering why their boss isn’t saying anything further.

“Perhaps this was a bad time—”

“No,” Namjoon’s quick to say, causing his men to straighten up in fear.

“B-boss?” One asks and Seokjin stands in place of Namjoon.

“We’ll continue the meeting later,” he states, and with that, the men of Bangtan stands from their seats and dismiss themselves despite the confusion plastered on their faces.

“Well that was awkward,” you mutter to yourself as you stare after the men, feet touching the floor as you turn into your human form. “But anyways,” you turn back to your owners, “After days of repenting, I have come to realize that I was in the wrong and—”

Suddenly you feel arms wrap around you and you stand there, stunlocked, because you hadn’t expected a hug out of nowhere, especially after replaying Namjoon’s words so many times in your head you have them memorized now.

“Uh…” You awkwardly tap Jungkook’s shoulder, “hey seventh owner, didn’t the first owner say hugs are meant for special people you truly care about?”

“Hugs are also meant for people you miss,” he says, voice muffled against your hair.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he says as he leans back just enough to meet your gaze. “I miss you,” he whispers, and you stand there, unsure of what to say because no one’s ever said such words to you and for some reason, it feels…nice.

What does it mean to miss someone?

Is it when you feel a piece of you is missing when you’re not with them, when you’ve been gone for quite some time and something doesn’t sit right with you? As if they should be there as well? Is it when you feel lonely and the only thing you yearn for is to see them?

If that is the case then, “I miss you too.”

Jungkook’s eyes widens at those words, his heart skipping a beat. “I…I thought for a moment that you had left forever.”

You shake your head at his silly thoughts. “I can’t leave just like that. I’m obligated under oath to stay until all the wishes have been granted.”

“So you were being punished.”

You nod at Seokjin’s words and when Jungkook lets you go, you face the rest of them with a face of guilt and sadness. “I want to apologize for—”

“Please don’t apologze.” You look towards Namjoon with confusion. “I didn’t mean it when I said such words to you.”

“But you uttered them so it had to have come from somewhere.”

“It was in the heat of the moment.” You tilt your head to the side and he begins to explain to you another thing about humans. “Humans say petty words when they’re mad, when they aren’t level-headed, and most times we don’t even mean the things we say or realize what we’re saying until after it’s spoken and have taken in a moment to register in our heads.”

“Oh,” you say. “Humans are…complicated.”

“They are,” he admits, “and dumb, and stupid.”

“You’re not—”

“So please don’t apologize for something like that. You weren’t at fault, we were the ones who took things too far, I took things too far.” Namjoon strides up to you, his face contoured with a sort of desperation that you’ve never seen before, a sort of feature that lets you know he wants you to understand that he hadn’t meant those cruel words he spoke to you from the bottom of his heart. “I just wanted you to understand that you aren’t a tool to us, you’re someone much more special, someone who deserves all good things in this world. I’m sorry,” he says, sincerely. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Hurt.

In all the times you’ve been banished by your previous owners, you’ve never felt such confusing feelings as you did when Namjoon told you that you were worthless. 

You’ve always been good at hiding your feelings, at being nonchalant and not really caring about your owners words as long as you were there to fulfill their wishes. But with them, it’s different. You feel things.

And in those days of banishment, being left alone to your thoughts, you realize that to you, they aren’t just owners, just as you aren’t just a tool to them.

They’re…special.

And now you’re even more confused because what does that mean?

.

.

“So what happened with your men?”

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks as he sits before a table full of gadgets and supplies. His hands falls meticulous with a pair of white goggles on, staring in concentration as he uses a metal tweezer to put small pieces into the main object. Even as his focus is on that weird technology thing, he still listens to your words and answers them.

“Those people that needed help, remember? Did they get out safely?” You ask, recalling the reason to why your argument with them started out in the first place.

“Yeah,” the man nods mindlessly. “Namjoon came up with a plan and had a group of people go rescue them. It was a lot of strain trying to hack into their security system but it was dealt with in the end.”

“Wow, my owners are so cool,” you say with awe, elbows propped onto the table as you rest your face in your palm, staring at him with sparks in your eyes all the while laying on your stomach. “Seems you didn’t need me after all.”

“We’re prepared for the worst scenarios,” he says.

“So what if an enemy has a gunpoint held at two of the owners and says you have to choose one to survive while the other gets a shot in the head? What happens then?”

“That’s impossible.”

“Huh?”

He looks at you with an exasperated stare. “Bargains like that exists but at the end of the day, if you choose one, both dies, if you choose none, both dies, and if you try to save both, they still both die in the end.”

“Wha…” Your mouth gaps. “So there’s no way to save them?”

He shakes his head. “That’s just how the world works. People never abide by their own rules.”

“Huh.” You sit up from the table, light in your genie form to make sure you don’t accidentally knock some of Jimin’s complicated pieces out of place. “Ah but if I were ever in such a position where I’m one of the people that’s held at gunpoint, I’m telling you now to always choose to other person.”

Jimin’s hands freezes in the air and you watch him silent for a moment before he looks up, some sort of hurt and anger contouring his features. “Why would you say something like that?” He asks, voice heavier than it usually is. “Do you not value your life, Y/N?”

“Of course I do,” you say lightheartedly. “But I’m just saying this now in case something like that ever happens because you can at least save one of us, right? It’s better to save the other person in my case.”

“Y/N—”

“Because I’m not human and I can totally take the shot.”

“...What?”

“Look.” You jump from the table, reaching for the gun at arms reach and before Jimin can even register what is happening, you’ve pulled the trigger to hit you right against your arm. 

In turn, causing you to quickly shout in pain. “Ah!!”

“Are you dumb?!” Jimin shouts in the loudest voice you’ve ever heard him speak and in just a split second, he’s abandoning his duties to quickly carry you in his arms and rush out the door to his private work office, quick on his feet as you realize he’s running to the infirmary.

“Wait no, Jimin look!” You grab his attention with the arm that isn’t hurting, beckoning him to look at the wound you festered because of your careless gunshot, and Jimin watches, eyes clouded with panic, but he watches.

And in just a moment, the two of you sees as the blood that spilled from your arm begins to flow right back into the wound all on its own. Something small and golden slowly flies out and the hole it made begins to heal itself into skin that looks as perfect as new.

“See?” You say, taking the golden bullet into your palm. “I’m okay.”

“You…”

His legs gives in and as Jimin falls to the floor, you go down with him, still resting in his arms. His head lowers, a sigh leaving his lips as if the tensions that once laid so heavy on his shoulders have just been lifted and you stay there, a small amused expression on your face.

“What’s up?” You poke at his head.

“You can’t just…do that.” His voice falls a bit shaky, and as you examine him further, you think you can feel his body trembling slightly as he holds you, and that’s when you realize how much you’ve just frightened the man.

“F-fifth owner…”

“You scared me,” he confesses as he looks up at you and you find his eyes glassy, ones that you recognize because Jungkook does this at times when he’s too stressed out, and just as he had panicked mere minutes ago, it’s your turn to panic.

“I…” You look around frantically, worried someone may see because you know they don’t like showing their emotions in front of just anyone, and quickly wrap your arms around him, allowing his head to rest into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to show you why you should choose the other person in case me and someone else gets held at gunpoint. I can save myself unlike humans.”

“But you were still in pain..”

“Well yeah, I didn’t think a gunshot would hurt that much and it still kinda hurts but I’m okay! I’m perfectly well! Genies can’t die anyways!”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt.”

“Right…”

He wraps his arms around you, leaning in closer, head nuzzling into your neck and you feel your breath slightly hitching as you can feel his lips graze against your skin. “Please promise me you’ll never do something as reckless as that ever again. And please don’t ever leave…don’t ever leave again. When you left because of that dumb rule, I was so scared…You can’t keep scaring me like that, Y/N.”

You realize now just how much your pain and your absence have left him scarred, hurt, and frightened, and if it wasn’t because of your carelessness to explain things, if it wasn’t for your recklessness, Jimin wouldn’t be here in the middle of the hall, holding onto you so tightly because he’s afraid you’ll disappear out of his sight once again.

You frightened him.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize again, “I promise I’ll be more careful.”