#im taking sleeping gummies tonight

[reginamillls]

I had to remind myself so I'm reminding all of you

take care of yourself

drink water, eat some food

if you have the energy, treat yourself to something that brings you some happiness

and try and get a good night's rest

[starlit-mansion]

It honestly is so frustrating when im depressed and it's not because of pms(/possibly pmdd). Have to address this one, lads

[localdiscountgoth]

how much melatonin does it take to to astral project

[natjennie]

i have to take two huge fuck off pills after I just gagged for like 5 miuntes on my own snot. im living in hell.

[emmyrosee]

You’ve been sneaking into Kenma’s room for years.

It started when you were very young, having left your gameboy at Kenma’s house after a few rounds of Mario. You managed to toss a few rocks at his window, and once he silently unlocked the door and let you in, you quickly scurried back out hours later with a grateful smile.

Then, you started to sneak through his window. Seeing the flashes of lights at god knows what hours was something you knew meant he was awake, and you’d climb out from your sheets and crossed the street to his place. Again, you’d throw rocks at his window, and when he’d tried to go open the door, he hadn’t expected you scale up the large tree just a few feet away.

Tonight was no different; he’s tapping away wildly on his console while you scurry up the tree in your slippers, smooshing your face against the glass when he finally sees you and opens the window.

You’d finally tumbled in, and he gave you a tired sigh, “you’re annoying.”

“And you’re still playing. I wanted to watch you play.”

“You could’ve just texted me. You left marks on my glass.”

“I needed the exercise. What time do you need me out of here?”

“Kuroo drags me by the ankle out of here by 06:30. Be out beforehand.”

You smirk and nudge his shoulder with yours, causing him to send you a glare before sitting back down on the floor. “Sleep on the bed, help yourself to pajamas.”

“You like him, kenma,” you tease. You see him tense up before he shakes his head.

“No,” he says simply. “I don’t. Not like that anyways.”

“Just not used to you having other friends besides me,” you hum. He huffs in annoyance.

“Are you gonna watch, or do I have to kick you out of my room?”

“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll behave. Only because I hate climbing your tree.”

Kenma doesn’t like Kuroo. Honest! He thinks he’s cute, sure, gets why the girls like him and boys follow him around, he’s fine enough on a scale of emotional and physical attraction.

But Kuroo’s not the one Kenma’s eyes stay focused on. It’s you.

You’re funny, he likes the way you eat foods that you don’t like first, before diving into the favorites after to savor them. You’re cute, and you’re bad at the differences between contexts of words, and you have a little eye twitch that bestows you in a moment of quick thoughtfulness.

You don’t ask him why he’s up so late, you ask him the answers to homework and give him gummy worms as a thank you. You never overstay a welcome, always either leaving before the sun comes up, or staying quiet while you sleep on the bed.

He likes the way your eyes shine when you’re excited, the roll of your eyes when he tells you “no” when you want the answer to be “yes”, the little snickers that slip out at Kuroo’s expense at Kenma’s quick thinking.

“Kenma?”

“Im busy.”

“I want to cuddle.”

The way you want physical touch when you’re tired.

Yeah. As your best friend, he really is bias to that one.

With a groan, he pauses and saves his game under slot 3, shuts down the console before crawling up and into his bed next to you, the cold sheets shooting his nerves until they warm under your shared warmth. You bury your nose in his collar and he takes out his phone for you both to watch tiktok.

“Kenma?”

“Go to sleep.”

“When you marry Kuroo, can I be the ring bearer?”

“If i marry Kuroo, I want you far, far from my ceremony.”

He practically hears you pout, “you’re no fun.”

“I sure am not.”

For someone who has no fun, not one fun bone in his body, he’s amazed at how comfortable you are in his grip and he in yours, fingers fisting his nightshirt until his own eyes grow heavy.

And if Kuroo walked in just a few hours later at 06:30, only to see his best friend cuddling with someone he loves most, he didn’t say anything and closed the door softly behind him.

[mikgreo]

denji’s prized possession!!

nsfw, minors dni.

a/n: thinking about how cute and submissive denji would be!! always ready to get a taste of his prized possession. this man will get on his knees anywhere, everywhere, always, no matter what.🧡

warning: exploiting, cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, denji cums on your stomach and licks it off, also rubs his cum on your pussy, panty stealing.

“babyyy..~” denji whispered into your ear.

“no, go to bed denji.” you said trying to free yourself from his hold.

you two were at his apartment. you were too tired to walk back home, afterall the mission you both got sent over too had taken almost the whole day. you decided to stay with denji, praying all he would do was cuddle and go to bed.

“pleasee. can’t wait til mornin’ pretty.” he was whining in your ear. so annoying, but cute. you thought.

denji had been begging you for almost 20 minutes to let him eat you out. you, of course being too tired, kept denying his request. you didnt wanna go through the trouble of getting up and taking your clothes off and all of that.

“denji, im too tired baby. i cant even get up im so sore. i promise tomorrow, when i can actually get up.” you said, attempting to turn around so you wouldn’t have to little spoon anymore.

“so if i did it while you were asleep you wouldn’t mind?” denji said while kissing your shoulder.

“mmm nope. its better than doing all the work, i would be fine with it.” you laughed jokingly, knowing he would do it, but it never crossed your mind he would, right now, today, tonight.

denji didnt say anymore, so you took it as an invitation to let your eyes rest and get some long, well deserved, sleep.

denji’s pov!

sooo hungry. i cant wait til tomorrow mornin’.

he freed his hold on you waist and slid down the bed, onto the ground, pulling you by your legs to get closer, earning a grunt from you.

he didnt think much of this. he knew you were a deep sleeper, so he had no fear moving you as he pleased.

he tilted your body to the right and raised your legs up, spreading just enough.

he stopped.

would you be okay with this? is this rape? surely not. i hope not, itll be ok. something about this excited him, he knew you would never be really upset with him. it turned him on, seeing you when your the most vulnerable, taking advantage of your body.

he smiled to himself knowing everything was probably okay.

he pulled down your shorts. leaving your underwear on.

he stuffed his face in your cunt, deeply inhaling your smell. he licked your clit through the fabric.

he unconsciously began to rub against the foundation of the mattress. he tried to find the position where he could get the most friction in his sweatpants.

denji grabbed your panties and pulled them up, watching them go up your almost soaked cunt, sinking into the lips of your pussy.

he buried his face once again in your pussy, lapping up all your juices eating you like a hungry dog.

he pulled your panties off, getting a better view of your pussy, sinking in a finger inside your tight hole.

he curved his finger up and down inside taking his time feeling around and exploring your gummy walls, he pulled out and licked it off clean. moaning at the taste.

he pushed his finger back in while flicking his tongue on your clit, occasionally sucking it and rubbing it with his free hand.

at this point denji’s face was a mess covered in your juices. he was a moaning mess, his pants earning a wet spot the more the rubbed against the base of the bed, he had came atleast twice.

he stuck his hand down his pants wetting his fingers with his own slick, taking it up and spreading it inside your pussy, as lube. but also because he found it hot to taste himself on your pretty pussy <3

denji lost track of time, your body had came around 3 times now, he knew if he kept going your body would eventually squirt “or somethin’ ” (his words) and you would wake up.

he found it exciting not wanting to be caught. it turned him on.

he decided to finish himself off by hovering over you relieving himself all over your tummy.

as he finished getting every last drop out his red puffy tip, he licked it off your stomach, licking it clean.

he picked up your shorts and put them back on, but leaving your panties bunched up inside his pockets.

he layed back down in the same position he was in about an hour ago, and took your panties out his pocket.

he spun them around and the air before sniffing them again.

he put them infront of you.

“see that y/n? i wonder who these belong to ♡” he giggled, “they’re my prized possession, along with your pretty soaking pink pussy.”

im soooo sorry if this was something weird to write!!:(

ive personally imagined myself in this scenario amd would fimd it super hot if my partner did this, but thats me.

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 31

starring: james mcavoy x male reader

request: James mcavoy fic where James is reader’s dad best friend and he is coming over to stay for the summer reader and James don’t really get along at first. But one night James comes out the shower while reader is still awake and James ends up fucking him and eating him out hard and has him worship James body through scent and kissing etc

warnings: smut, cursing, slightly rough sex, cumming untouched, pervy james, sweat kink, unprotected sex, creampie, ass eating, cum eating, slight muscle worship

directors note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN i hope you get a lot of candy or pass out a lot of candy and you better watch some scary movies tonight 🎃👻🍬🦇💀🧡

it's not that you hated james, it's just that he really just wasn't your kind of guy, when he came around he would always get you in a head look and mess up your hair or just 'jokingly' bully you and your dad never said anything to him about it, he just told you that's how james plays.

now he had to stay at your house for the whole summer after something happend with his house, i think it was something about he has renovations going on at his house, him staying in the guest room wasn't any better seeing as it was right next to your room and the walls were pretty thin so you would have to be extra quiet sometimes.

but god you had to admit when he was here he was so sexy, especially when he offered to mow the lawn and he was outside shirtless pushing the mower, sweat dripping down his muscles and abs looking like a greek god, when he came back inside you tried your hardest to hide the boner in your pants but it was kinda hard (pun intended) since it was painfully up right.

you thought james didn't see it until later that night when you thought everyone else in the house was asleep and came out of your room, accidentally bumping into a james who just got out of the shower, his arm subconsciously finding your waist out of pure instinct "oh shit sorry" you go to push off him but your hands couldn't move, to stuck feeling his chest and pecs.

seeing your infatuation with his body he picks you up by your thighs and take you back to your room "your dad's sleep right" he smirks above you pulling at the hem of your shorts "mhm" you nod and he takes the rest of your clothes off along with his towel revealing his girthy cock to you, whimpering at the sight of it making him even more eager to fuck you.

your legs instantly wrap around his waist "you want this cock bad huh" he chuckles and you nod up at him, his shoves his fingers into your mouth, wiping all around it before pulling the soaking things back out and bringing them to your hole, shoving one in then two then three and working them in and out of your to open you up nice and well for him before pulling them back out.

he looks down at you as he pushes his full length into you, your eyes widening in shock at the thickness of his dick, you were pretty shocked to think you were fucking your dads bestfriend but if it meant getting fuked by such a good cock you could give less than two fucks about it being wrong.

his hips start to snap into your ass, his tip hitting your gummy wall again and again, it was a little painful but it felt so good to stop, all you could do was let out little moan, small enough to be heard but not loud enough for your dad to hear and come see what the ruckus was "i saw that boner in your pants earlier today, such a pervy little guy" he taunts you as if he wasn't in his bestfriends sons ass right now.

"shut up please and just fuck me" you whine tightening you grip on his arms as he went harder into you "mmm fuck im cumming" you moan spurting your load all over your chest, head dropping back into the pillow a little dazed as james kept going "cumming without even jerking off? how much more of a perv could you be" he smiles and leans down to kiss you, his tongue maneuvering into your mouth and exploring it, his slightly sweaty scent was filling the room faster and faster with the mix of heat between you two.

your legs starting to go weak around his waist but still strong enough to keep him in you as he came, cum shooting up your ass as he bit back loud groans, pulling out of your messy hole he immediately went down to your ass and licked at it "push it out" he demands and you do so, pushing the load out your hole which he catches on his tongue and slurps up.

beginning to eat you out to get the rest of it, cleaning you up a little more around the hole before standing up "i take it this is gonna be a regular thing" you asks catching your breath "come to my room when your dad falls asleep and it will be" he responds putting the towel back on and walking out.

taglist:@mailmango @spermeboy @ghostking4m @gayaristocrat @addictedtomalepits @staarb0y @crispysoup318 @its-ares @gargoylesworld09 @kadenvatsune @fuckshft @wompwomp-1mh3re

[wolftoken]

Twilight, part 1 • iv x reader

a/n: i ordered the graphic novel!! just tier one because shipping was expensive, but im so excited!!!!

word count: 1828 • tags: gn reader, masturbation, fantasising, self doubt, reader is shorter than IV, awkward cuddling, falling asleep together, twilight movies

• masterlist •

Every single night for the past week he’s woken up at midnight rock hard and dripping for you. Dream after dream of pinning you down, touching your chest and biting at your neck, fucking you so good you scream his name only for him to wake up and groan in frustration at himself. Since you moved in he’s been attracted to you but it only got more intense for him as time went on. The clothes you wore that showed off your skin that made him want to reach out and grab you. The scent you sprayed on your neck every morning that seemed to linger after you’d gone, making him follow after your trail like a dog.

You’re so fucking pretty, it’s not fair for him. He just wanted a nice, quiet, clean roommate and he got one but at what cost? His sanity, it seems like. Sometimes he wished you would just bring home some fling and force him to get over his feelings. But that never happened. So he’s stuck with the swarm of butterflies that made a home in his stomach when you made a home with him.

It’s only natural that he’d touch himself to the thought of you. He can’t just walk into the kitchen with a hard-on in the morning, that would be inappropriate. But, then again, what if he did just that? What would you do? Maybe you’d get down on your knees and look up at him with those precious doe eyes like you do in his dreams. Maybe you’d throw water in his face. Either way, the thought drives his hand to sneak into his boxers and feel the pre gathering at his tip.

His hand moves quickly once he’s coated it in his spit, sliding up and down his thick cock and beginning to relieve the intense pressure he woke up with. It’s honestly embarrassing how little it takes for him to bring himself to the edge when he’s thinking about you. He’s always already so worked up from his dreams that he has to hold himself back at times so he doesn’t cum immediately. But tonight he just wants to get off and go get some leftover pasta.

He shoves his hoodie sleeve in his mouth to try and stifle his noises but he never realises how loud he actually is when he cums, or the fact that he’s moaned your name on more than one occasion.

Sometimes he feels bad afterwards, when he’s cleaning his cum off his tummy and trying to get back to sleep. When you were looking for a roommate you definitely weren’t looking for some guy to jack off to the thought of you then greet like everything’s fine the next morning. But really, what’s so bad about it if you don’t even know it’s happening? He’s not disturbing you, hopefully.

Once he’s tucked himself back into his sweatpants he gets up to wash his hands and raid the kitchen. His footsteps are light just in case you’re asleep, but he stops in the doorway when he sees you.

You’re right there, in the soft glow of the dim kitchen lamp, in nothing but a tank top and underwear. Is he dreaming again? Did he cum so hard he passed out and imagined walking into the kitchen to you half naked and reaching for the top shelf and stretching just so that your tank top lifts up and shows even more of your skin?

“Fuck, IV, you scared me,” you laugh. “Could you not sleep either?”

You could say that. Pasta be damned you look good enough to eat right now.

“Uh, no. I just wanted some pasta. Here- I’ll get you my hidden stash of gummy bears,” he says, and you know his annoyed tone is a fake one. He’d let you get away with anything and you’re starting to catch on.

The fact that you’re not addressing your state of undress is making him feel crazy. Maybe he is; maybe friends hang out at midnight in the kitchen in their underwear all the time. Trying to lift his gaze from you, he walks over to wear you’re trying to reach and effortlessly grabs the sweets. When he looks down you’re much closer to him that he thought you’d be and he freezes with his hand still in the air, but you seem to take it as a playful gesture and start jumping up to grab the bag out of his hand, all while giggling and making his heart stutter in his chest.

“Give me my candy!”

“It’s not really your candy until I give it to you.”

“Then give it to me, IV,” you pout, and it’s not meant to mean anything other than playful fake begging but dear god does it make his body heat up like a fire. His cock twitches in his sweatpants as his eyes widen at you, looking up at him with yours shining in the dim light like glass. He hands you the gummy bears, knowing if he tries to speak he’ll either come out with nothing or everything.

He watches you bend down to pull a tub of ice cream out of the freezer, and grab spoons. He’s not sure why you want all this sugar at this time of night but then again he’s not sure of a lot of things about you.

“I wanted these to eat while watching Twilight. Wanna watch with me?”

“Where-“

“Well your bed’s bigger - I’ll go get my laptop.”

His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. You’re gonna sit in his bed? With him? Practically half naked? He’s just jerked off to the thought of you and now you’re about to climb into his bed with a tub of ice cream and a shitty film.

Maybe he’ll get to cuddle you - sneak an arm around your shoulders or subtly press his thigh to yours. Maybe you’ll lean on him and fall asleep and he’ll have no choice but to keep you there until you wake up. What if you think he’s weird because he’s looking at you too much? If he gets hard again he won’t be able to stop blushing, but at least it’ll be dark enough to hide it.

“You coming?” you call out. From his room. Fuck.

“Yeah, uh- yes,” he replies. His stomach is beginning to erupt with butterflies as he makes his way to his bed. God damn it, why do you have to look so good, so right, sitting in his bed? The top of your thighs peak out underneath his duvet and he knows his eyes linger on them too long but he can’t help himself.

Oh look, you brought an extra spoon for him to share the ice cream with you. How sweet. But then a thought occurs: he gets to watch you lick ice cream off a spoon all night. This is going to be either the worst or best night of his life.

Sliding into bed, he watched you with cautious eyes and tries to put enough space between your bodies without looking too strange. Obviously, by the look on your face, it’s not working.

“You’re gonna fall off the edge like that, just- come over here,” you giggle, although he can still tell you’re feeling a little awkward yourself. Are you regretting inviting him to your movie night? Climbing into his bed with no pants on? He hopes to every deity above and below you don’t. He’s been dreaming of waking up next to you after countless wet dreams that leave him desperate and aching for you and after tonight his wishes might come true. Even though there’s a chance you’ll wake up before him and sneak away to your own bed, or even leave after you finish your movies. He’ll just have to stay awake long enough to enjoy your presence beside him until you go.

But that’s going to be difficult. You’ve made him scoot over so that your shoulders are touching and the warmth radiating from you makes him realise how tired he is and he’s fighting to keep his eyelids open despite how bad he wants to look at you.

You’re pressing play on Twilight and he lets out a quiet laugh at the million ads on the piracy site you use. His eyes close involuntarily and he takes in the nostalgia the movie brings him. Bella’s “I never had much thought as to how I would die” speech makes him smile as he remembers watching this for the first time. It’s so bad that it’s good and it’s made better by the feeling of you pressed so close to him.

Honestly it’s ridiculous how much comfort you bring him. You haven’t even known each other that long but he’s undeniably attached to you and he hopes you at least think of him as a friend and not your weird roommate who stares at you in your underwear in the kitchen at midnight. If you did, you wouldn’t climb into his bed and pull him close, would you? You wouldn’t let him rest his head on your shoulder while his eyes droop shut and his breathing steadies.

When you lean over to put the second movie on, IV wakes up and realises you’re still here, so he couldn’t have been asleep for long. His hand has moved by its own volition to rest on your thigh, just above your knee, and his heart picks up its pace at the feeling of your soft skin against his palm. He recognises the intro to New Moon and feels you lean back against the pillows and relax, and your free hand comes to rest on his. Suddenly he’s a lot less worried of seeming creepy now that you don’t seem to mind his touch, and even reciprocate it, but he’s not sure if he should go any further than this.

It’s not that he doesn’t feel every single cell in his body urge him to squeeze your soft thighs and pull them apart and dive into you. He just doesn’t want to scare you. You’re precious to him and you have no idea. So, for now, his hand stays where it is and he doesn’t dig his fingers any deeper into your warmth skin, and he revels in the feeling of your hand atop his as your fingers absentmindedly graze over his knuckles.

You look sleepy, too. There’s ice cream still left in the container, half melted and you’ve dug out all the chocolate chunks while he’s been asleep. But he doesn’t mind, he’s just happy to be here with you. His eyes flutter with the strain of keeping them open to look at you for just a moment longer. He wants to see you fall asleep with him. But it’s 2am and you’re warm and soft and you smell so good. Maybe tomorrow he’ll tell you how much he appreciates you.

[imsosillygoofylol]

TRIGGERED 2

Pairing: matt sturniolo x poc!reader

triggered

Synopsis: y/n helps a murder suspect not knowing what she got herself into.

Warning! death, mental illness, smoking, tattoos, blood, i THINK that’s it.

envy yaps: guys so basically nick is trying to tell me that matt wants me and that’s why they were watching edward sciccorhands. (don’t take this seriously im delusional 😋😓)

after what felt like a never-ending battle with sleep, tossing and turning. unable to find a comfortable position. your mind racing with thoughts, worries, making it hard to let your body relax. constantly checking the clock counting down the hours until you have to get up for class was frustrating.

you’ve never struggled with insomnia but tonight, the night that you had all to yourself. no work, no school work (mostly because you only went to one of your classes) you couldn’t seem to relax, let go and shut your head off. you could only think of nick, his family, the murder.

you seen the news when you got home, apparently the family was brutally slaughtered. only person left alive was matt sturniolo. after that you shut off the tv, not being able to take all of this in.

you didn’t know much about matt either, you definitely knew he was different from his brothers though. he never went to parties or atleast not the ones you would attend, he kept a small circle usually would only be seen with nick around campus. unlike his brothers, nick and chris were always at parties, with a big group of friends.

you tried your best to atleast get a couple hours of sleep. you tried drinking tea, smoking, even taking a melatonin gummy but there was no use. now you’re here restless getting ready to be interrogated by the police. luckily you’re day won’t be too long, you have one after noon class because the other one got canceled, and two appointments. you’re praying you’re home by eight.

as you’re driving to school you’re mentally preparing yourself and what you’re gonna say to the police. you can possibly be a suspect, you were one of the last people to see him. you start to get nervous, your heart starts racing. no they can’t think you could’ve done something like this right?

you start pulling into the school parking lot, full of police cars and officers. everything looked so dull, not a single smile on anyone’s face, the gloomy sky made everything feel a little worse.

you get out your car and walk to your class. you start to contemplate going back home, you can just say you didn’t feel good right? or wouldn’t that be suspicious.

you walk into class and sit in your usual seat, after fifteen minutes the professor finally announces. “good morning students, police are now taking students in for questioning. there will be no bathroom breaks!”

this actually can’t be real, you start to get nervous again. your heart racing and palms getting sweaty.

a police officer comes in and stands in front of the door. “good morning students, i need michael johnson, olivia anderson, y/n y/l/n, and sophia smith. follow me” he orders.

you grab your belonging and follow the officer, he leads you guys to an office. “sit here and wait your turn, michael come with me” he says.

you sit down outside the office with two other girls, you start fidgeting with your hands. “if they ask did you know him, you say no.” you didn’t know him, you knew of him. “if they ask the last time you seen him, say he came to a tattoo shop i work in, asked for a tattoo.” that’s all, the most they’d want is to see the camera footage. that really calmed you down, before you knew it, it was your turn.

“ms. y/n come with me!” the officer said. you followed him inside. “you can sit there.” you sit, your eyes start to trial off observing the officers and their names. “okay let’s get started, what’s your full name?” he asks looking up from his clip bored.

“y/n y/l/n sir.” you plainly respond trying your best to make eye contact. eye contact was hard for you, you find holding eye contact to be a little overwhelming, it just feels wrong.

“did you know nick sturniolo?” he questions, observing your every move while another officer picks up a note pad and a pen.

you start to think about his question , you didn’t know him you’ve only ever had one encounter with him. “no, i’ve seen him around school that’s about it.” you finally answer.

“is that it?” he asked writing something down on his notepad not bothering to look up at you.

“i mean yeah, we talked like once but i wouldn’t consider that knowing him.” you reply truthfully.

“and when was this?” he looks up.

“couple days ago.”

“please be specific ms. y/n .” his tone changed as he began to sit up.

“two days ago.” you muttered. it sounds so bad and guilty when you say it out loud.

“when and where?” a different officer spoke up, staring deep into your eyes.

“uh like around 12 am.” you pause for a moment gathering your words before you speak again. you were nervous again. “he came to the tattoo shop i work in, looking to get something done.”

“12 am?” he writes down. “that seems a bit late to be tattooing someone don’t you think?”

“i know but he asked and i have a hard time saying no to people.” you sighed adjusting in your seat uncomfortably.

“is it possible you can show us where?” he says writing something down on the notepad.

“yes of course, i work at 2:30 is that okay with you?” it’s gonna be fine right? this has nothing to do with you, all you did was tattoo him and you went home afterwards.

“mhm.” he mumbles. “what’s the address?”

you give him the address and you’re free to leave. it didn’t go that bad, you thought it was gonna be like some crazy integration where they yell at you until you confess or something.

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you went on with you day as normal. when the time came you showed the police the camera footage, they took a copy and left. they said there was nothing suspicious so you assumed they ruled you out as a suspect.

“you don’t have nothing to do with that do you?” your manager isn’t really from here so she knows little to none of what has been going on. but it’s all over the news and social media she must know something.

“of course not, what makes you think i would?” now you’re worried, did you seem suspicious?

“i’m just kidding, can’t lose one of my favorite artists!” she chuckles trying to lighten up the mood. you let out a forced laugh before walking to your little room waiting for your next appointments.

it was around 7:40 pm when you were done with your last tattoo. you were done earlier than expected. it was hard being in the shop today, it felt like you were being suffocated, being so sleep deprived stressed was starting to mess with you. you tried your best to pull through and not fuck up anyones tattoo.

“bye rick, bye anna i’ll see you tomorrow!” you say leaving out the door. as you’re walking to the parking lot you hear yelling.

“fuck you murderer!”

“you’re a fucking piece of shit!”

“you’re a fucking sick animal!”

you keep your distance, until you see two men running away. you heard a distant groan as you walk closer, you heard some coughing coming from a man on the ground. you got closer he’s clearly bleeding. you stare for a moment, why do these things always seem to happen to you. you let out a heavy sign knowing you can’t leave him here like this. you bend down to get a clear look at his face.

it was matt sturniolo.

oh my god is this family here to haunt you or what. you start to tap him and try to get him to wake up. you try to get him to stand up a little maybe gain consciousness.

“please get up.”

you try your best to carry him to your car, put him in the backseat before someone can see. you start to pull out of the parking lot and drive home, watching him through the rear view mirror every couple seconds.

sitting in the parking lot of your apartment building thinking about how you’re gonna carry him up to your apartment without anyone noticing. you can just drop him off at the emergency room and they’ll figure it out. this can’t be real, this week must be some kind of fucked up dream.

you get out your car, pulling him out when you see your neighbor. you and him are good friends, you consider asking him for help.

fuck it.

“noah, can you help me please?” you call out for him.

“yeah, what’s up?” he says walking up to you. his face drops when he notices who’s in the backseat of your car literally passed out. “y/n what the actual fuck!” he whisper yelled.

“you have to help me please, he’s my friend and he was in a crazy fight and now he’s unconscious.” you plead.

“you owe me big time!” he helps you sneak matt through the back door of the building successfully without a single soul seeing you guys.

once you made it to your apartment, noah helped you clean him up, he got some clothes from his apartment to help change matt, and put a couple bandages on him. noah helped you lay him down on your couch for the night, making sure you check his breathing.

“thank you so much noah, i’m so sorry i just couldn’t leave him there to die.” this has to be the worst week ever.

“it’s fine, just get some sleep and call me if anything you know where i am.” he says dryly before turning to make his way to his apartment.

you close the door turning around, walking past your living room into your bedroom. you walk into your bathroom undressing yourself, thinking about this hell of a fucking week. why do you keep putting yourself into these situations? why can’t you just say no and mind your business?

after your shower you scroll on your phone, on social media you see multiple posts about matt. many of them being negative, why do people think he did it? you start going down a deep rabbit hole on the case. apparently he’s been “on the run” and ducking the police for his questioning.

what the fuck did you get yourself into. well there’s no proof he killed his family so you’re fine. you get up and lock your door just to be safe. your mom would go crazy if she found out you have a stranger in your house, a murder suspect. she would probably kill you before matt can. this reminds you, you seriously need to text your mom back.

MOM

I just seen the news about this family being murdered close to campus, are you okay?

Maybe you should come home for a while!

Y/N

mom i’m fine

it’s not a big deal

i have to focus on my studies i’ll visit soon

love you!

growing up your mom always said “don’t let people take your kindness for weakness” and that’s exactly what you always did. not that it was on purpose, you just had a good heart, always tried to see the best in people.

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again like the past nights, you’ve gotten little to no sleep. this time because you kept checking up on the stranger on your couch making sure he doesn’t die. you were really hoping he wasn’t some crazy psycho, murderer. maybe he’ll spare you since you saved his life.

through out the night you were thinking about tying him to a chair so he wouldn’t do nothing crazy when he woke up, but what if he thinks you kidnapped him or something. you read the time on the clock before checking up on him.

7:35 AM

you sigh for the millionth time while walking down the hall to the couch. you hear shuffling and a quiet yawn. you keep your distance, if he comes running at you, you might have time to lock yourself in the bathroom.

he opened his eyes and started to look around before sitting up, his eye caught yours. you didn’t know how to react, you give him a half smile while walking closer to him.

“what is this? what’s going on?” he tries to stand up but groans at the pain. what the fuck does he mean what is this? does he not have a single memory of what happened to him last night?

you make a face before you even get to respond. “you got beat up, i didn’t know where to take you so i brought you here.” you give him a comforting smile, which wasn’t very comforting to him.

“they paying you for this?” his face emotionless as he looks done and traces his hands over his bruised stomach.

people obviously don’t know how to be grateful these days. you saved his life and he here goes thinking it’s about money, should’ve left his ass in that parking lot. “no, you were pretty beat up and i would’ve felt really bad leaving you there like that.” a nice thank you would be appreciated.

he didn’t even bother to look at you, just stared off at the ceiling like he didn’t care what you had to say. he was in his own world not caring that you were just standing there watching him.

he look at you for a second then stood up, wincing at the pain. he started to walk towards you which startled you causing you back up. “where are you going?” you asked giving him a confused yet scared expression. he didn’t say anything though, he was searching for something. he opened a closet looked inside then closed it, until he found the bathroom and went inside. walking around opening shit like he owns the place. a simple “where’s the bathroom?” would’ve been fine. what is it with rich people and not having manners?

you walk to the kitchen to put food in lunas bowl, you heard the toilet flush and the water run. you turn around and start pouring her food when you hear the door open. you start to think about work, where the fuck was he going to stay while you were out.

you turn back around. “what were you doing in the parking lot last night?” he sure wasn’t getting a tattoo if he was “on the run”. he doesn’t bother answering you, he laid his body back down on the couch and turns over.

you decide to let him sleep and find some clothes that’ll fit him. you find some grey sweats and a random blue hoodie. you let him sleep for another hour or two before waking him up. you tap his shoulder a couple times before you hear him groan. “matt you need to get up and shower, you also need to figure out where you’re gonna go i have work in a couple hours.” you watch him roll his eyes before he sits up, you hand him a towel and clothes before walking into the bathroom to start the shower. you bend over to start the shower turning it on hot but not enough to burn him.

you turn around and accidentally bump into him, he gives you the dirtiest look you’ve ever seen. “fuck sorry.” you walk out of the bathroom standing in front of the door. “also there a toothbru-“ he cuts you off slamming the door in your face. rude!

you make your way to your bedroom picking out an outfit. you had four scheduled appointments today, it wasn’t horrible and it’s saturday, you won’t be home too late.

you sat on your bed thinking about your week, what if you would’ve said no to nick? what if you just kept him a little longer in the shop, maybe had a conversation? would he still be here? and as for matt, he’s honestly rude as fuck. not a single thank you has came out of his mouth. should’ve just left him to rot on the ground.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear footsteps approaching your room door. you know it’s matt but you can’t help but feel bad for him. his family was murdered. some people react different ways, maybe he just doesn’t want to show he’s hurt. that doesn’t excuse the lack of manners though.

“are you hungry? i could order or cook something for you before i leave.” he stands there with an annoyed expression on his face. for what reason? you’re just trying to be a nice host, there’s no need for all this hostility.

“i’m fine, i’m leaving i have somewhere to be.” he turns walking away. where the fuck does he have to be, is he not literally avoiding the police.

“where are you going?” you pause following him. “are the police not literally looking for you?”

“it’s whatever, i don’t want to be here.” he turned to look at me.

what the actual fuck is wrong with him. after you saved him this is how he acts? his words hurt you a little, more than you would admit. he’s a stranger why should you care what he says. you can’t help but think if you did something to make him not wanna be here or something.

“that’s actually crazy, i really could’ve left you to there die but i didn’t. i helped you and this is your way of thanking me? literally in worst way possible, but it’s fine you can leave… i wont care when they arrest you.”

his eyes narrow. “what are you implying?” he stood there waiting for your next words, taking a step closer to you.

you take a step back. “i’m not implying anything.” you raise an eyebrow. you weren’t trying to upset him, just warn him about his decision. he literally got beat the fuck up for something no one knows if he even did.

“really? cus it sounds like you think i did it.” his jaw clenched, he’s visibly annoyed. there’s no reason to jump to conclusions, those words simply never came out of your mouth.

“i never said that, all im saying is maybe you should just go to the station and get questioned. then everything will kinda go back to normal.” you’re honestly just trying to help there’s no reason for him to be acting this way. this explains why he doesn’t have any friends.

“back to normal!?” he raises his voice which causes you to flinch. “my family is dead!” you didn’t mean it that way. why can’t he just understand you’re trying to help.

“i didn’t mean it that wa-“

he interrupts you once again. “what the fuck is wrong with you, how did you mean it huh?”

“i’m sorry.” you voice very low avoiding his eyes. you felt bad your wording is obviously making him feel some type of way, the last thing you want to do is point fingers. he’s probably already going through enough and you adding on it probably making him feel awful.

he observes you, his eyes moving around your whole body. you started to feel a bit uneasy, the silence made you uncomfortable. “i didn’t mean to make you feel bad, im truly sorry. i just think you should get questioned so something like that,” you point to the very visible bruises on his face. “doesn’t happen again, and if you don’t have a place to stay youre welcomed here.”

he stays silent taking a seat on the couch again. bring his hands to cover up his face as he thinks. you take this opportunity to walk back to your room and get ready for work.

you don’t understand why he’s being so complicated, you helped him and it’s fine if he doesn’t want to be here or even listen to you but he doesn’t have to come off so harsh. you didn’t want to let this ruin your day. you gather your things and start walking down the hall.

“fine, i’ll go.” you stop and your eyes meet with matt.

“hm?”

“i’ll go get questioned but im not staying here for more than a couple days.” he says standing up walking toward you. “but not today tomorrow is good yeah?” he voice softer than before. he had time to think about the situation and thought your suggestion was best.

“okay, you can stay tonight. there’s food in the fridge i’m sure you can figure something out.�� you grabbed you keys and start walking out the door. “i’ll be home later tonight.”

but before you can fully close the door you hear matt mutter a “thank you”. you can’t help but smile to yourself. the smile quickly fades away when you remember he can possibly be a murderer. you really have to stop letting these things happen to you.

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envy yaps: hellloooo erm this was supposed to be posted like 3 days ago but i didn’t like it so i rewrote it lol. guys i need matt bad like so cutie pie bbg princess like stoppppp!!!

🏷️’s @tastesousweet @ghostlythinggoingaround @junnniiieee07 @stasiesturn @keerahsturn @matty334455

comment if you want to be added lol!

[wwrityjess]

Your phone rings. This is the 44th time tonight. You didn't know she would take it this badly. You just said you needed some space, considering you just moved halfway across the country. She didn't like that you "decided" to move away from her, but it wasn't even your choice. You got a scholarship at a high-end college, you couldn't turn something like that down.

Your phone rings. This is the 45th time tonight. You knew she was a little obsessive, but it had never been this bad. There had been a few times where you caught her looking at your ex's social media, even though you had never told her any of their names. It was kind of creepy the first time, but you had gotten used to it by the fifth.

Your phone rings. This is the 46th time tonight. It's… your mom? You scramble to pick up your phone. You're too late, she went to voicemail. "Hey honey, your girlfriend came by just now. She said your phone might have been lost, so I decided to try calling you myself. If you find it again, you should call her back. She also asked for your new address, so I gave it to her. I'm surprised you hadn't given it to her yourself. Anyway, sleep well tonight baby!"

Your phone rings. This is the 47th time tonight. Why did your mom give your address away so easily? I mean, she was your girlfriend, but still. Your parents didn't know her that well. She had been over for dinner once, maybe twice. You found a photo album she stole from them a few days after. Some of the photos were missing. You found them months later in her closet, with hearts drawn around your face and any other people in the photos either scribbled out or burned away. You never returned that photo album.

Your phone vibrates. A message. "hey bby you wont pick up yr phone so im comin over to yr new place dont wait up for me :3c" What? It's at least a 9 hour drive from there to here. She can't be serious about coming over, can she? "i know u prob dont believe me so heres proof" A picture of the inside of her car. Your address has been set as the destination on her navigation. In the corner you can see a knife and rope on her passenger seat.

It's 9 hours before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. You know you can't stop her. She is coming whether you call her or not. You really fucked it up this time. What do you do now? Just wait for her to arrive? Just let her in? Prepare breakfast for her? Talk it out? You don't think she'll be in a talking mood when she has just driven 9 hours because you wouldn't talk to her. Run away? No use, she won't give up that easily. Hide? She will tear you entire apartment to pieces to find you. Maybe sleep will clear your head. If you get a good 7-8 hours, you still have more than an hour to figure it out.

It's 8 hours before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. You have trouble falling asleep. Your brain keeps making up scenarios of what will happen when she arrives. She'll stab you the moment she sees you. She's gonna tie you up and use you for her pleasure before stabbing you. She's gonna tie you up and drive the two of you off a bridge. You can't sleep like this. In your bathroom, you look in your medicine cabinet for your melatonin gummies. You take two, and then a couple more for good measure. You set an alarm on your phone for 7 hours from now.

It's 1 hour before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. Your alarm rings. "Sleep well baby?" she whispers in your ear. You try to scream, but only a muffled sound comes out. You have been gagged. "Don't worry babe, nobody will hear us." she says while crawling on top of you. The knife shimmers in her hand as she lifts it up above her head. You try to push her off, but your hands are bound above your head. "Then again, nobody will be hearing from you ever again." she says as she thrusts the knife down. You close your eyes, anticipating the sharp pain in your chest. But it never comes. You cautiously open your eyes, the knife stopped mere millimeters from your chest. "Did you really think it would be that simple? That you would escape from me that easily?" she grins. Her teeth are surprisingly sharp, almost canine in nature. "I wouldn't use such an impersonal method. I want it to be much more INTIMATE." she says, lunging forward with her mouth agape.

It's 4 hours before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. You jump up. It was just a dream. A nightmare. You take a few minutes to catch your breath. You grab a glass of water. After a couple more minutes you fall asleep again.

It's 1 hour before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. At least, it should be. The doorbell is ringing. You look through the peephole. She's here. You cautiously open the door. "Hello sleepyhead, did you sleep well?" she asks with an innocent smile. "I've been standing at your door for five minutes already, I almost thought you hid from me or ran away or something." she laughs. You awkwardly laugh back. You did wanna hide from her or run away, she just arrived before you could. "Anyway," she pushes past you and walks inside. "We have something to talk about." she sits down on your bed and puts her bag on the ground. "D-do you want something to drink?" you stutter. She seems way too calm for someone who just did what she did. "Oh, I'd love a cup of tea right about now, babe." You hurry to the kitchen and turn the electronic kettle on. "While that's going, why don't you sit down next to me and we can talk, honey?" she pats the bed next to her.

You sheepishly sit down next to her, not wanting to give her any reason to freak out again. She puts her hand on your thigh. "Good. Now, why did you send me that mean message? Why did you say you 'needed space'?" she spits those words out with such vitriol as she grips your thigh. "I-I just thought t-that it might be b-better to stop dating if w-we live so far apart, is all." you stutter. You don't want to say anything that might piss her off. "I don't mean that we c-can't date again in the f-future if, I mean when I m-move back again." you let out a nervous chuckle. "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it, honey?" she loosens her grip on your thigh. "Now we can actually talk about solutions. If you think we can't date when we live so far apart, I'll just move out here with you." She grabs your hand. "Y-you would move out h-here?" Fuck. You had hoped she would see your point and leave you be. You didn't think she would move here to be with you. Her smile drops for a second before she quickly recovers. You think she might have sensed your disappointment.

The kettle turns off. "W-what kind of tea did you want, b-babe?" You say while grabbing two teacups. "Earl Gray." she says it so matter-of-factly while zipping open her bag. You start pouring. "Did you want a-anything with the tea, honey?" "No, I'm fine." She crept up on you, now standing right behind you. You feel a prick in your neck, and before you know it your head begins to spin. "Sleep tight, baby. I've got you." She whispers in your ear before you black out.

You wake up on the backseat of her car. You try to say something, but your mouth has been gagged. You try to move, but your arms and legs are tied together, and to each other. "Oh, you're awake, honey? Good timing, we're almost there." Almost where? Where is she driving you? As if she can read your mind, she replies "At my family's cottage in the woods, of course. Nobody comes here really, but my uncle has owned it for decades now. He asked the family to help fix it up a few years ago." You had forgotten about that, she was gone and busy all summer that year. You thought she might've been cheating, you just didn't buy the whole 'my uncle asked us to help fix up his abandoned cottage in the woods' routine.

"We're here!" She announces proudly. The car stops. You slide off the backseat and onto the floor due to how abrupt it was. "Oh, Honey…" she has opened the rear doors and is just standing there, giggling at the predicament you've found yourself in. She lifts you back onto the backseat. "Now, it's been a long and exhausting drive. If I free your legs, will you be good and walk inside with me?" you quickly nod your head, hoping to run the moment she helps you stand up. She cuts your legs loose with her knife. She grabs your arms and helps you out the car and onto your feet. You lunge forward, but your legs don't cooperate. You instead faceplant into the soft forest dirt. The stuff she dosed you with must still be in your system. "Aw, honey. Did you think I would cut you loose if you still had a chance to escape?" she whispers into your ear as she lifts you back up. As she opens the front door, she looks you in the eye and says "We're gonna live here together forever. And you're gonna love it, voluntarily or not."

[alwaysalreadyangry]

tomorrow is the big poetry book fair in London so im going to go and buy BOOKS slash pamphlets but also i can’t sleep despite taking my melatonin gummies tonight. very stupid!

anyway please enjoy my outfit of the day

[kennys-shinyforehead]

An almost sleepless night - King Kenny 💚

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Summary: You’re having a hard time sleeping but Kenny is there to help.

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You groan before turning over in your bed for what feels to be like the 100th time this night. You never usually had trouble falling asleep but tonight was different. It wasn’t even like you just weren’t tired, you really were but for some reason you just couldn’t fall asleep.

This wouldn’t be as much of a problem if you didn’t have early morning plans tomorrow. You and your boyfriend Kenny had arranged a gym date for literally like first thing tomorrow or since it was past 12, this morning. One thing about you was that when you were really tried, you had the tendency to be a little bit grumpy.

You decide to send a Kenny a text to warn him you might not be in the best of moods tomorrow. You know he’ll be asleep by now but at least when he wakes up he’ll see it.

You turn on your phone, the light from the screen practically blinding you. You quickly type out a message and hit send.

‘hi baby 💗 ik ur asleep but just wanted to lyk im having trouble sleeping tonight so might be a little grumpy tmr haha xx’

You’re confused to see that pretty much as soon as you hit send that the message says it’s already been read. You assume maybe your phones just glitching and in all honestly, you’re too tired to think about it right now.

You put your phone back on your bedside table before pulling your duvet over your head and shutting your eyes, trying to get to sleep but once again to no avail.

You continue to lie in your bed, now lying on your back just facing the ceiling and before you know it another 30 minutes or so pass.

Suddenly you hear a loud knock on your front door. You’re confused, who is knocking on your door at this time? You try your best your best to ignore the knocking as you believe it’s probably nothing important. Though, this knocking doesn’t stop, it continues getting louder and louder. Then, without out any warning you hear a familiar voice,

“Y/N? Are you awake? Open up!”

Even if you were asleep, you wouldn’t be now. You immediately know this voice belongs to Kenny.

You quickly get out of bed and switch on the light before walking out of your room and down stairs to your front door. As soon as you open the door you immediately see Kenny, holding a plastic bag in one hand and a huge blanket in the other.

“Ken, what are you doing here at this time?”

You say sounding extremely tired.

“I’m here to help you sleep, of course.”

He replies before strolling inside and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.

You just stand there, completely stunned that he would disrupt this own sleep to help you. No man has ever treated you this well before.

“Come on, let’s go get you to sleep.”

He says before walking upstairs to your bedroom, you quickly follow him.

Before you’ve even made your way through the doorway you see Kenny sat on the bed taking countless things out his plastic bag.

“What’s all that?”

You ask curiously.

“I found a few things in the back of my cupboard that are supposed to be good for sleep.”

He says handing you a bottle of melatonin gummies.

“I think they might be expired but I’m sure it will be fine!”

You hand the bottle back to him,

“I’m like 100% it would not be fine to take expired melatonin.”

You say, laughing slightly.

Kenny rolls his eyes before putting the bottle back in the bag and pulling out another small spray bottle.

“You’re supposed to spray this on your pillow to make you fall asleep.”

He says carefully reading the back of the bottle and giving it a quick shake.

“Let’s try it!”

You say sounding pretty enthusiastic at the thought of actually getting to sleep tonight,

Kenny takes the lid of the spray bottle and presses down a couple of times, spraying a fine mist onto your pillow and bedcovers.

“Hm, that smells pretty nice.”

You exclaim, sniffing the air before opening your mouth wide as a yawn escapes you.

“Looks like it’s already working.”

Kenny says chuckling before speaking once again,

“Oh also! I brought this blanket, I thought maybe you couldn’t sleep cause you might be cold.”

“Aw Kenny, you really do think of everything.”

You say as a smile appears on your face, Kenny is quick to smile back.

You glance at the clock, it’s now way past 2am and you can finally feel your body begging for sleep, though before you can finally drift off, it’s only fair that Kenny goes home and gets some sleep too.

You let out a tired sigh, rubbing your eyes. “Ken, you should go.”

You say looking up at him,

“I’ll be fine. You need your sleep too.”

But Kenny doesn’t move. He looks at you,, his eyes soft but serious.

“I’m not going anywhere,”

he says, voice low. “You’ve had no sleep all night, I’m staying.”

You blink, not really expecting him to say that, and immediately feel a little silly for trying to get him to leave as you should’ve known he’s not going to listen anyway. However, you don’t want him to stay because of you, he needs sleep too.

“Ken,”

you start again, but this time, it comes out more like a laugh,

“You really can’t stay, you need to go and get some sleep.”

You say trying to sound as serious as possible.

Kenny shrugs, that playful grin spreading across his face. “I’m staying,” he repeats, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You need someone to keep you company, and I’m it.”

You look at him for a moment, trying to come up with another excuse to send him off, but when you see the way he’s looking at you with those kind, loving eyes, your protest fades. You sigh, letting your head fall back on the pillows behind you, giving in. “Fine, but you’re gonna regret this in the morning.”

“Don’t care.”

He says as his grin widens. Kenny lies down beside you, though only for a second as then he sits up just a little bit, trying to put the blanket over you both. You can feel the softness of it and the heat radiating from it, and somehow, even though you’re still awake, it makes you feel a little better.

“Come here,”

Kenny says softly, pulling you toward him. “Let’s get you to sleep.”

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close, and you instinctively curl into him, the heat of his body a welcome comfort. and before you know it, you’re lying down, your head resting against his chest.

You feel his fingers gently stroke your back, and the rhythmic movement of his breath makes your eyelids grow heavier.

“You good?”

Kenny asks, his voice low, the question barely a whisper.

You nod, letting out a soft sigh of relief. “Yeah. This is perfect.”

He hums, clearly pleased with that answer, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. His arm tightens around you just a little, pulling you closer, until you’re both completely tangled in the blanket, wrapped in warmth and quiet. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to go heavy and your breathing to slow down. Suddenly, you hear him whisper, “Sleep, babe. I’m right here.”

You can’t help but smile softly before whispering,

“Goodnight, Ken.”

“Goodnight,” he murmurs back, his voice already softer as sleep starts to pull him under. And with that, the world outside fades away, and you’re left in his arms, warm, safe, and finally asleep.

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I hope you all enjoyed this one!!

I realised i hadn’t written anything for kenny in a while which was absolutely CRIMINAL of me so that inspired me to write this!

As always, requests are open 💚💚 xxx

[lastoneout]

Im on an antibiotic rn that has made me have to stop a couple of my other medications(my iron and magnesium supplements) and ALSO has made it so I have to stop taking my nighttime weed gummy to help with my nightmares/insomnia and it's only been three days and two of those I've spent the entire night having the most violent, horrific nightmares of my entire life and tbh I have no idea how I'm even going to get to sleep tonight after the shit I just saw in my head. Like I cannot stress enough how awful it was just non-stop unimaginable violence and brutal suffering and death and murder bad enough that I don't even want to tell anyone else what it was bcs I'm pretty sure it will just upset them. And like I woke up multiple times throughout the night and usually when I wake up and go back to sleep my dreams are different but nah they were exactly the same each time and getting worse and worse there was literally no reprieve.

And it's so fucking frustrating bcs I really thought I was making progress in therapy and this was going to finally stop happening but nah the second I pause taking the weed I'm having dreams so bad I genuinely feel like they're re-traumatizing me. I'm shaking and feel like throwing up and crying and shit. There's no way I'm getting to sleep tonight.

[izzy-b-hands]

Feeling slightly better than i have been at this moment (hence being on Tumblr for more than a half second before my body goes 'hm, actually, that's too much. put the phone down or i make u throw up 🥰' as it has been all week since this back pain bullshit began

(more blathering abt this stuff and work and just. general life update as of this week below the cut)

But realised that's probably only bc:

-Housemate (who has been an absolute angel thru all of this and has looked after me better than my own mother ever has tbh), got me some Pedialyte style drinks, and I've made it thru nearly all of one today (a miracle bc the nausea has otherwise been constant even when the pain isn't as bad and has made eating more than like. broth and saltines and gummy edibles basically impossible)

-Im stoned, on a increasing rotation of meds (acetaminophen, ibuprofen, mucinex which it turns out has potential off label use for muscle spasms, as Housemate researched and found out, edibles, magnesium, and now ginger pills to help the nausea) all of which im grateful for but combined leave me feeling less in pain but a bit. idk. blah? brain foggy, more than usual? Tbh it's probably the pain making the brain fog, the pills just can't do anything for that and i don't fault them for that, but for a brain fog example, I've been trying to place an order for some local chocolates to ship to my mum for mother's day, and legit it's taken me ALL WEEK just to get the site open, to the shipping menu, and just today actually putting things in the cart, but I haven't managed to check out yet bc just getting the cart together that made me feel like i needed a nap. This post is the longest thing I've typed in days, and I'm struggling rn to keep going..But i started it, so we're finishing it, back spasm at a level 4 of pain be damned

-and im doing basically nothing aside from stretches (gentle yoga ones i already know the forms for, and some pilates gentle type things i remember from when mum joined that fad lol), using one of our wand vibes on my back (never had done before, they actually do work for that too! kinda fun to find out, just wish i hadn't found out like this!!), laying on a heating pad and wedge pillow, and trying to nap (bc the pain is worse at night so I've somehow been sleeping even worse than i usually tend to)while YT videos and/or the 1973 JCS plays on repeat.

I mention all this bc i work this weekend, and i don't want to have to call out for the first shift tonight. but like. if im struggling just to type this post up (nvm that i have my zine checkin to finish and send in as well, if Nads or anyone else from the group reads this pls know i will make sure i have it done by the due date! it's just been taking. longer, with this back pain mess), keeping my brain on track is difficult rn (as evidenced by...this entire post), and my back is starting to twinge up to a 3-4 overall already bc i let the heating pad turn off, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if I'm feeling okay enough to be on Tumblr then maybe that's a sign this is finally over, and my back is done making life miserable...

then maybe work isn't a great idea. but it scares me every time i have to call in (and I've tried not to unless i absolutely had to, but they're very particular abt ppl basically never calling out, so i know that even if they acknowledged i sounded as sick as i was, that doesn't mean this wouldn't be reason enough to fire me)

I just don't know what to do. i want to work. i want to make money. i also don't want to have to mute my mic bc my back spasms hard enough to make me vomit tho, and that's unfortunately still a very real possibility (spent entirely too much of this week throwing up from the pain tbh!!! not happy abt it, i do not like being sick like that, for any reason!!) The last reason makes me think calling out is the right thing. but. i have a few hours yet, so im gonna see how it goes, acknowledging that i probably do need to call out, whether i like it or not

(if for nothing else, to maybe be recovered for my first set of doubles on Sunday)

[emmyrosee]

I have had an awful last two months (my mental health seems as stable as the rope you use to pick your teeth... Dental floss, that's the name). And I have noticed that with the lack of sleep comes the inability to speak and write English (second language to me). How would the Guys react if you kept saying things wrong out of exhaustion? (Like Hair gummy instead of Hair tie or tooth rope instead of dental floss or just this month I forgot the word for congested and stared at a customer in utter desperation).

My favorite of your guys is Kenma but I will let you decide if and who you want to write for. Love you lots. Also, your baby series is keeping me going.

MY LOVE IM SO SORRY THINGS HAVENT BEEN GOING WELL!! I hope you’re taking lots of rest and you’re being EXTRA gentle with yourself rn 🥺🫶🏻 I’m glad you’ve been enjoying my baby!au, and I hope you enjoy this piece as well

a/n: gender neutral but reader does have long hair, I tried to keep it open to readers with different hair textures as well 🫶🏻

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Kenma watches helplessly as you blink at him, so desperate for him to figure out what you’re talking about and free you both from this exhausting conversation. He would laugh, but you genuinely look so upset at the mere struggling of your lack of words. He quirks a brow and pauses the game on his switch, placing it on the counter to give you complete attention.

“I’m sorry baby, I genuinely don’t know what you’re asking for,” he says softly, coming up to you and gently lay on your shoulder before pulling you into a hug. You whine as he does, burying your face in his chest. “Hair gummy?”

“Kenma, please,” you beg, squeezing him close. “I need you to know what I’m talking about. It keeps your hair out of your face, it’s stretchy…”

“So it’s not a hair clip?”

“No.”

“And it’s not a gummy vitamin or something?”

“No!”

He gently pulls back to look at your frustrated face, and he cups it in his hands and strokes his thumbs soothingly over your hot cheeks, “okay. So it holds your hair back, it’s not a gummy vitamin, and it’s not a hair clip.”

You groan and reach behind him for his hair, grabbing the stretchy elastic holding it in a messy bun. The locks tumble down, and you hold the elastic in front of him for example. “This! What is this!”

“A hair tie?”

The room goes silent as you blink owlishly at him, but your body relaxes at his answer. He nods softly, “so it’s a hair tie? You lost your hair tie?”

“Yeah…” you murmur.

“Do you need more hair ties? For your hair? Because I know we don’t use the same ones.”

“Yeah…”

“Okay,” he says softly, smiling at you, “I know you like specific ones, so we can run out and you can pick them out, okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffle, making your way back into his embrace, burrowing your face in his chest. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome,” he says quietly, kissing the crown of your head. “We got there eventually. We’ll always figure it out together, right?”

“Yeah,” you agree.

“Good. Why don’t we add your hair ties to the list for when we go out tomorrow, and we just relax for tonight? I think you need it.”

“Yeah, okay,” you hum. Then, you click your tongue, “we also need tooth rope.”

The room falls silent, and kenma tenses his hold.

“We need what?”

[mikgreo]

hi! 🙈

do you also find it really attractive when guys say I know, baby I know. or something along those lines (///w///)

if your taking them could i request jik or hq characters doing this in some scenario/drabble. please feel no rush/pressure.

take care of your self too:)

“i know baby, i know.”

ft. jjk + hq boys fluff, slight nsfw, humor.

tags. nsfw for gojo oikawa and kuroo, rest are cute scenarios + some hcs i made on some.

chars. gojo/oikawa+ kuroo, geto/osamu, toji/atsumu, inumaki/kenma, yuji/hinata, megumi/kageyama, choso/suna, todo/bokuto, nanami/akaashi

a/n. tysm nonnie!! i didnt know if u wanted them separate or just in a group category..couldnt resist not giving gojo oikawa and kuroo smut. i hope this was what u wanted:((

gojo, oikawa, kuroo

you were sprawled out on his bed in his apartment. you were gripping the soft cushion sheets in pleasure, gritting your teeth, occasionally biting your lower lip to halt your moans. his long skinny fingers scissored their way through your gummy walls as if they owned the place. the tips of his calloused fingers hitting your g-spot everytime he thrusted in. you hated how vulnerable you became, how you melted like putty just from his fingers- but it just felt soo good. he knew your insides like no one else, knew all your sweet spots and how to make you cum. he was big- big being in understatement. he was huge, in your eyes atleast. prep was needed, always. even though you hated how long it took to get you ready.

“hngh.. i want you now- please!~” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, as he looked up to you with a frown. “want you insideee..ngh! can’t wait...~”

“i know baby, i know. you’ll get it soon, ‘kay? i just dont wan’ it to hurt, my love.” he said softly, adding a third finger in. “just a little bit more, okay princess?”

geto, osamu

it was 3am, and you could not sleep. you tried scrolling through twitter and instagram for some time, but couldn’t. thats when you opened up tiktok, fully forgetting that, tiktok.. was a music app. and your volume…was halfway up. so when you opened it, it blasted for a second before you quickly swiped off the app, why were you so scared? well..

“y/n, what the fuck.. why are you up, go to sleep girl.”

your boyfriend was sleeping, and you hated waking him up.

“but i can’t sleep sugu/‘samu!! im not tireddd.” you whined, pouting. as if he could see you.

“dont care, go to bed or im snatching your phone away. l/n.” he growled and sat up rubbing his eyes.

“noo im sorry. please i cant sleep, babe!!”

“i know baby, i know. what if we cuddle and i tell you about my plans for tomorrow, hm? maybe it’ll help.”

toji, atsumu

“i want a dog.” you said glaring at him, who was sat on your couch.

“i know baby, i know. but yk we cant.. im fuckin allergic ‘member??” he shot you a mocking facial expression.

“but its okay, you can just take some Benadryl and you’ll be fineee! its not a big deal toji / ‘tsumu.” you pouted.

you walked over to him and sat on his lap facing him.

“if yur tryna seduce me into agreeing, its not g’na work babe.” he put his hands on your waist.

“ughhh!! can we atleast get like a cat or something?? please babyyy.”

“let’s leave this conversation for a different day, y/n.” he replied before pulling you into a hot kiss...that led to making out.. that led to your own personal problem for tonight.

inumaki, kenma (I PUT BOKUTO AND YUJI BC I WAS ORIGINALLY GONNA HAVE AKAASHI AND MEGUMI IN THIS TOO BUT I CHANGED MY MIND.. SO PRETEND IT SAYS PANDA FOR INUMAKI..)

yuji, hinata

it was getting late… too late. your boyfriend had a day off and decided to spend it by sleeping, completely forgetting the fact that you two agreed on walking around the park today.. he was just soo lazy :(

“sweetheart….get upppp. its 12pm, you needa wake up.” you whined as your boyfriend tightened his grip around your body. he was big spooning you, a position where not even an earthquake could move him out of.

“mmm, i know baby, i know. just…five more- five minutes.” he groaned into your ear, you could feel the warm breath against your earlobe, it sending tingles down your neck to your spine.

“if you get up, ill take a shower with you, and make you waffles.”

you had never seen him get up from bed that fast before.

megumi, kageyama

you and your boyfriend were having you weekly movie night, you were under his right arm while you layed your head on his lap, using the blanket to cover your view of the flat screen.

“babe….i dont wanna watch this..its scary.” you pout as you attempt to sink deeper into your boyfriends arms.

“i know baby, i know.. but i love this movie, so can we please keep it on?” he scratched the back of his neck.

“ughhh, couldn’t we just watch inside out 2 or something babeee??” you whined.

“that’s a kids movie, im fine where im at.” he flicked you on the forehead.

“stoppp!! owww.” you cried out.

choso, suna

you two were watching moana in his room, the room was dark and you were both on his bed, cuddling. everything was fine until there was a loud noise which you thought came from the kitchen. you thought nothing of it but your boyfriend…

“did you hear that? what the fuck.” he sat up.

“babe…you better not.” you warned him with a glare.

“it was a fucking ghost, y/n. i fucking told you theyre real. theres no way im letting somethi-”

you cut him off, “girl, ghosts are not damn real. if you dont lay your ass right back down i swear to god.”

“i know baby, i know.. but you gotta really think about it, what else could it be?” he bit down on his thumbnail.

“shut up, cho/rin.”

todo, bokuto

you were sitting on the dinner table- across from your boyfriend, who had told you he had something really important to talk to you about. some minutes passed and he was just sitting there, hands interlocked together, his leg beating up and down.

“babe…is everything all right? its been like 3 minutes are ya gonna say something?..” you softly spoke.

“there’s something..i gotta own up to.” he spoke, not moving a muscle.

“oh fuck no, if you cheated on me i swear to god-”

“are you crazy?,” he finally moved from his position and gave you a puzzled look, “of course not, its just..”

he took a long deep breath..

“when i was 5 years old, i went with my mom to the store. she was browsing and i wondered off and.. i saw this lollipop, that i really, like really wanted. and i picked it up and asked her if i could get it, of course my mother being my mother she said no. so i got angry.. and stuffed it in my little pocket. and she checked out and i got away with it. and i just keep thinking about it, and the more serious we get with our relationship i just cant bare the everlasting weight and guilt of this act i decided to act upon. so im telling you now.. if you wanna make your choice on whether you still wanna date a criminal like me.”

you got up from you seat, and sighed.

“i hope its April 1st today.”

nanami, akaashi