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[sunlit-mess]

If I don't last this semester, just know that I tried ☠️🔥

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[kiruyeen]

Dwight's inner struggles with his desperation for love and appreciation that he worked for all his life to get even a smidge of, only to have that one person who does give him love and appreciation being a fucking serial killer

vs Danny never even knowing he wanted- no, NEEDED love in the first place, not being raised or taught to recognize it, and therefore short-circuiting when he does feel it.

[baellielurk]

attacks i made this 2024 artfight :3 in order of images, the characters belong to: @maripapercat, @adxmanial, ~AHHHHHhhhhhh664, ~M_the_little_mouse, @returnflame, @jules-makes-stuff, @gothoctopus, ~Sarahfox14, @mx-lamour, faun.draws, ~alkanones, @nouveaumoon, DevotedlyStar, ~Faildemon, cute-l0ve

[tiredflowercrown]

God fucking damnnit

There's another flying bug in my room

[birthbystarburn]

IF I HAD A NICKEL FOR EVERY TIMELINE WHERE I GOT KILLED BY MY SIBLING ID HAVE 5 NICKELS .

[todayisafridaynight]

Idk what anon is abt daigo is so miserable in 5, every smile after 3 rlly just didn’t feel genuine at all. 5 was the peak of his depression and it shows. He smiles once in 4 but that doesn’t mean he’s happy LMAO he doesn’t smile at all in 6 or 7 or 8. But if u rewatch the 3 cutscenes and even read some of the rggo stories you can see that he was definitely much happier in 3 (still depressed but a lot happier than he is in the later games)

good morning dimsdale today we discuss the question Does Daigo Dojima Want To Kill Himself

[duck-in-a-spaceship]

New chapter! Sorry for the tiny delay, got caught up with stuff yesterday. Hope you enjoy!

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“Come on, come on, we’re almost there!” Neil urged Todd along, flapping his hands as if that could make him go faster.

“If we’re almost there-” Todd began, stepping over a gnarled tree branch in his path. “-then why do we need to hurry so much?” He stumbled, and nearly crashed into Neil in an attempt to steady himself. A tree stopped his fall instead.

“Because we’re excited,” Neil said, oblivious to the near-disaster that just occurred behind him. He paused and turned to Todd, flashed the light on his face so Todd could see his grin. “Aren’t you excited?”

“Yeah, I’m excited. I’m even more excited not to fall into a tree.” Todd caught up with Neil, pushing the flashlight out of his face as he passed by. “Don’t do that, you’ll blind yourself.”

Neil started walking again, whirling around so he was facing the right way. “I’m not going to blind myself, come on.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Todd quipped back absentmindedly, back to focusing on where his feet landed. Honestly though, he was pretty sure those flashlights they had were industrial strength; they cut through the night like knives, left shadows dripping away from their beams like blood.

Onwards they went- over fallen trunks like bridges over seas of moss, under trees that blotted out certain stars to create their own constellations, through vines that draped like the curtains of a theater, concealing them further and further backstage.

Todd followed Neil into the cave, careful to watch his head on the way in.

“Are you ready?” Neil asked as they got settled.

Todd nodded, pulling out the book and letting it land with a heavy thud in his lap. “You?” he asked back.

“Well sure, it’s not like I have to do much.”

The rustling of pages slowed to silence as Todd paused for a moment, looking up at Neil. “You know… why not?”

“What do you mean why not?” Neil tilted his head slightly, and Todd returned to flipping through the book as he spoke, not looking up.

“Well I’m just saying, you can read something at these meetings too. I know that’s not the point but…” Todd found the right page, and fiddled with the bit Keating had folded over. “It might be nice,” he finished softly, looking back up at Neil.

“Yeah, alright.” Neil smiled, leaning on the rocky wall behind him. “Yeah, alright, I like that idea. Damn, I’ll have to find something good then.” He seemed to contemplate that notion for a moment, looking up at the ceiling to think. Then he shook his head, instead nodding at the book in Todd’s hands. “But, hey, quit stalling. You’re still up, you know.”

“I’m going,” he insisted.

Neil grinned, sitting back up and leaning in with anticipation. “Am I allowed to look this time?”

Todd bit the inside of his cheek, stamping down a smile. “Yeah, sure.”

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Todd cleared his throat after he finished the poem, closing the book around the words. When he looked up, he found Neil still grinning, looking up at him with a certain gleam to his eye. The same gleam, Todd was starting to learn, as when he suggested they do this in the first place, when he urged Todd on to read, when he pressed their foreheads together in the hallway, when he was about to do something that would make Todd’s stomach flip.

“You stole that from Keating,” Neil proclaimed.

“I- what?”

“The poem, he was talking about it in class earlier, you just took his idea.” Neil grinned as he spoke, clearly enjoying the teasing, and Todd resisted the urge to remind him which one of them was holding the very heavy book of poetry.

“I didn’t steal his idea, I asked him for recommendations and he gave me this.”

“Aw, you’re a teacher’s pet,” Neil joked, jumping to his feet just so he could sit right back down next to Todd.

“Well- hey you were the one that told me to go to Keating!” Todd shoved him away a bit, but Neil didn’t seem to mind, laughing him off.

“And you took my advice!”

“Only because he basically cornered me during the lesson today.”

“Well, good for him. I’ve noticed that’s the best way to make friends with a Todd.” He elbowed Todd in the side, which earned him a swat in the arm in return.

“Other than dragging him into your secret societies, right?”

“Alright, fine, second best way.”

Todd smiled into his lap, pulling his coat a little tighter around his body. It was hardly necessary though; the cave seemed to trap in their warmth, like a protective shield.

“Hey, thanks for that, by the way.”

“Hm?” Neil asked softly, and Todd had the feeling he had been about to fall asleep.

“For getting me into the Dead Poets Society and… introducing me to all of your friends and stuff. You didn’t have to do all that.”

“Of course I did,” Neil said, and his smile was so incredibly genuine, eyes shining even in the dim lighting of the cave, that Todd was robbed of the ability to do anything other than nod. Neil linked their arms together, pulling Todd to his feet. “Come here.”

Todd allowed himself to be pulled up, tucking the book under his arm. “Back to Welton?” he asked. “Or is this another one of your adventures?”

Neil grinned as he dragged Todd out of the cave. “Adventure,” he confirmed, looking over his shoulder at Todd. “Don’t worry, I promise it’ll be a quick one.”

Todd nodded, and bit back the urge to assure him that it didn’t have to be, that he didn't really mind either way.

He was led around to the side of the cave, the leaves doused with last night’s rain pressing down under their feet, not crunching together as much as soggily rustling. Neil pulled his arm away from Todd’s, instead grabbing onto the side of the cave, first a rock jutting out from the side, then a root wrapped around the stone, then he was scrabbling all the way up, sending down a waterfall of leaves.

Neil turned back around, and offered a hand out to Todd.

“You want- up there?” was all Todd could say, taking half a step back.

“Yeah! Oh come on, Todd, it’s not that far.”

“You almost fell!”

“But I didn’t,” Neil pointed out triumphantly. “Besides, you’re more coordinated than me, and I can help you up.” He waggled his fingers, as if Todd was a cat he was trying to tempt up onto the counter top.

Todd looked through the trees, over in the direction he knew Welton to be in. It would be all too easy to just start the trek back but… well that wasn’t what he wanted, now was it? If Todd wanted to be back at Welton instead of balancing on the top of caves, he never would have left the comfort of his bed in the first place.

“I mean, you don’t have to, of course, but I-”

Todd cut Neil off with a sigh and shoved Keating’s book at him. “Hold this.”

“Gladly,” Neil said, accepting the book with a smile, and shifting back to give Todd the room he needed to scramble up after him. The rock was wet, cold, and, where Neil hadn’t knocked them off, covered in leaves. They slid over the surface like slips of newspaper draped wetly over a balloon in still-drying paper mache, slick under Todd’s hands but sticking to his fingers when he pulled them away. With careful progression, Todd slowly made his way to the top, accepting Neil’s hand to help him up the final steps of his journey.

“You got it?” Neil asked, and Todd nodded, not quite ready to let go of him. The top of the cave was even worse than its sides, covered in layers of slippery foliage, and Todd was ever-mindful of the opening in the cave just behind them. The once-convenient smoke port for their fireplaces had become a hazard, and Todd silently consoled himself with the fact that at least it would be a short fall, if he did go tumbling down.

“Did you have a plan here, or was this it?”

“Of course I have a plan.” Neil sounded slightly offended, so Todd shrugged in defeat, and didn’t press him any further. A couple moments went by, during which they did nothing but stare at the trees, and Todd was just about to ask if Neil would like to elaborate when-

“YAWP!!!”

Todd stumbled backwards slightly, just barely managing to stay up right and save himself from disaster. “Holy shit Neil what was that for?”

Neil just laughed, grabbing onto his knees as he doubled over. “Sorry, sorry! I just-” he straightened up, looked over at Todd. “Keating was right, it feels good! Go on, you try.”

“I did it last time.”

“Yeah, in class. This is way better, no walls, no rules, no limitations just-” Neil spread a sweeping arm over the forest in front of them. “-just this. Just us.”

Todd relented, stepping towards the edge of the rocks, clearing his throat slightly. He found himself wishing he still had the book, just for something to do with his hands, but Neil still had it firmly in his possession. He stuffed them into his pockets instead.

“Yawp!” Todd shouted, immediately disappointed by how flat the word sounded. Neil was right; the sound couldn’t bounce off the walls of the classroom and back to him, it was eaten instead, by the layers of leaves and branches. The toe of his boot scooched slightly closer to the edge of the rocks, pushing leaves over the side. Todd pulled his hands out of his pockets, and cupped them around his mouth. “YAWP!”

“Yes!” Neil cheered, punching him in the shoulder, and Todd stepped away from the edge, stuffed a hand back into his pocket, while the other grabbed onto Neil’s sleeve to make sure he wouldn’t go tumbling over. Or, at least, to make sure they’d fall together. “Didn’t that feel good? I mean, god, we could say anything up here! Anything we want, who cares?”

Neil turned back to the forest, spreading his hand that wasn’t clutching the book out wide. “I’m gonna be an actor!”

“I’m gonna be a poet!”

“Yeah!” Neil shouted. “No matter what anyone says!”

“Fuck Welton!”

Neil laughed, pumping his fist into the air. “Fuck Welton!”

That got Todd laughing too. “You’re right, that does feel pretty good.”

“Right? God I wish we could do this at Welton. Just stand on the top of the stairway and shout things to the world.”

Todd scoffed, and shifted so he was sitting down on the edge of the rocks, with his legs swinging down into the cave itself. Neil joined him. “That’s a good way to get expelled,” he agreed. “I bet you could get Charlie to do it though.”

“Well, Charlie would have to do it alone. My dad would kill me if he found out I was being so disrespectful. Although, if I was lucky, he might have a heart attack first.”

Todd smiled, looking down at his feet, swinging through the air next to Neil’s. “Neil I- are you sure this play thing is a good idea?”

Neil’s feet stopped swinging in the air, and Todd felt his shoulders stiffen.

“Listen, just, I know it’s what you want to do and all, but if you get caught then-”

“If this, if that!” Neil exclaimed, cutting him off. He threw his hands into the air, deliberately looking away from Todd. “I know it’s risky, I know my dad will have a fit if I get caught but… dammit Todd I can’t… I can’t not do this, you know?” He looked over with wide, pleading eyes, and Todd tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

He was saved from having to talk around it as Neil continued. “I mean, I’ve thought this through. I know all the bad things that could happen, but none of them seem to matter. Because none of them seem worse than not acting, than not doing this at all. I need to try, at least once in my life, and then he can send me off to medical school or Harvard or wherever, and I’ll be able to bear it because at least I had this, this one thing that he couldn’t take from me. At least I did it once.”

The wind rustled through the trees, and Todd pulled his jacket tighter around his chest. He bit on the inside of his cheek, turning his next words over in his mind. He desperately didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but he had no idea what right thing was supposed to replace it. “I just don’t want you to… to get hurt or anything.”

For some reason, that got Neil to crack a smile, gently knocking his shoulder against Todd’s. “You know I was joking earlier when I said my dad would kill me, right? I’d be fine, Todd.”

Todd smiled in return, ever so slightly. “No I know, it’s just… I don’t want your dreams to get crushed. I know how important this is to you and… and I don’t want him to ruin that.”

“I think I’d be letting him ruin it already if I never even tried.”

“Yeah… yeah I guess so.”

Neil stood up, rising to his feet and sticking a hand out to Todd. “Besides, you’re such a pessimist,” he said as he helped his friend up, brushing the leaves away from Todd’s jacket. “I’m not going to get caught. The hard part was the auditions and paperwork; it’s all smooth sailing from here.” He smiled, offering the book out to Todd, who finally took it back. “Trust me.”

And as Neil helped him down the edge of the cave (after nearly falling on his face himself) and they made their way through the forest and back to Welton, Todd found that, for some reason, he absolutely did.

[yumenosakiacademy]

ive realized smth. my brain needs social enrichment 2 care abt smth as more than a quick passing interest. whether it b personal interaction or the ppl around me but who im not connected 2, like when i got in2 ff/16 n tr!gun n a lot of ppl on twt were also In The Brainrot so i got 2 see every1 go YIPPEE YAY n so my brain also went !! oh! yes yippee yay u get it!! but w personal interaction, a v v good example is 3rd l!fe, in which bc i had mika 2 talk 2 abt it, my brain was constantly marinating in the "yippee! yay! let's talk abt it!" sauce n so it begins 2 enjoy it on a deeper lvl, 2 the point it reached obsession. enst might also fall under this category, as it was another interest i shared w my friends. it's extremely interesting bc i am Extremely not a social creature. n yet it's when i Dont stand alone tht my brain thrives. hm.

[gemharvest]

"#the most annoying thing on here is people acting like 'prev tags' is a big deal like literally on any planet #'prev tags' is not for YOU it's for PREV. for your FRIEND to know u are AGREEING WITH THEM. shut up #like if i rb a little post from my friend and am like 'prev so true it's like blahblahblah' #or my friend is asking a question and i'm like 'prev it's because xyz'. it doesn't matter if Prev Tags Doesn't Even Work Anymore #it's not for you!!! bitchhhhh" via @biracy

Hi Mick I'm taking you out of my notifs because ON FUCKING GOD. People who bitch about "prev tags" act like it was used as a 1:1 replacement for screenshotting the tags. No that was Not The Point. The point of prev tags was to either nod at the previous reblog or to respond to the previous reblog. I do not want to blast some random ass tag my friend/ mutual/ whoever left that only matters to us and like one other person. Some of y'all act like "prev tags" burned your crops and fucked your wife! It was never that deep! Though I understand dislike for it now that the function to look at prev is dead, I'm also kinda annoyed that the poll didn't specify pre- or postmortem. Because ngl when people were bitchy about it before the function was killed it was such a non-fucking issue. You were not getting mile long prev trails and also! Y'all did not have to actually go through to find the prev tags! Bitch that's on you for digging for some ultimately meaningless-to-you addition. The attitude of "Screenshot or Die" in response to prev tags is so annoying.

Sorry this activated something in me again. Also not to mention the loss of the ability to go to the previous reblog Was Not A Good Thing. Anyways I'm gonna go take a shower and start up on owed art thanks for spawning a rant in me Maria. o7

[fushitoru]

chapter 4: the game a bridgerton!au

pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?

warnings ⸺ nsfw, enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, SUGGESTIVE, eventual smut, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly

chapter summary: satoru has some revelations about you. both you and satoru share some quite...happening days at the manor, including an eventful game of pall mall. (4.9k)

a/n WARNING this chapter is suggestive. like always minors dni. not edited at all bc im sick of this chapter lol (like always i fear). see u at the bottom ;)

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Dearest reader, 

It has come to the attention of This Author that Miss Itadori, the undeniable diamond of the season, has made her appearance at Gojo Manor a full week ahead of the rest of the ton. Such early arrival can only provoke speculation: might the tender buds of affection be blossoming in the Kentish countryside? Shall we soon witness Miss Itadori departing with more than just fond memories, perhaps even a ring upon her finger? These are the very questions now fluttering through the minds of young ladies and their ever-watchful mamas, who may find their carefully laid plans to ensnare Lord Gojo dashed before the house party has even begun.

⸻ LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS

Gojo leaned back in his chair, fingers absentmindedly drumming on the armrest as he watched you fumble with the library door. The soft fabric of your nightgown slipped off your shoulder, a glimpse of bare skin catching in the dim light⸺something not lost to Gojo’s eyes as he watched your figure disappear angrily. Your face was flushed, eyes wide and uncertain. Despite the flurry of emotions playing across your features, what struck him most was the way your hands trembled as you fought to maintain composure.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. You had come here⸺of all places⸺into his sanctuary, and for what? A part of him couldn’t reconcile the image of you sneaking into the library in the dead of night with the proper, composed lady you portrayed during the day. The whole encounter felt surreal, leaving a knot of confusion coiled tightly in his chest.

His gaze lingered on the empty doorway after you vanished, a strange hollowness settling in his chest. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the feeling, but it clung to him like the shadows of the room. His fingers tightened around the armrest, knuckles whitening as if he could grasp onto something concrete⸺something that made sense. But all he was left with was the lingering echo of your footsteps in the hallway and the ghost of your flushed face in his mind.

He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. His mind kept returning to the way your nightgown had slipped from your shoulder as you fumbled with the door. The pale fabric had slid down so effortlessly, exposing the curve of your bare skin. It wasn’t scandalous, not really⸺not enough to warrant the way his thoughts kept circling back to it. And yet, he couldn’t shake the image, the unexpected flash of vulnerability. The sight of it stirred something in him, a quiet confusion that unsettled his usual composure.

What was it that made him notice? Gojo’s brow furrowed as he considered it, his fingers absently drumming on the armrest of his chair. He had witnessed plenty of women in far less modest circumstances (most of them courtesy of his friends, who forced him to go to ridiculous events), and yet, this felt different. There was something about the way you had tried to maintain your dignity, the way you had fought to compose yourself even as your face flushed and your nightgown betrayed you. It was... distracting.

The memory of your fearful expression gnawed at him. He had expected haughty arrogance or calculated charm, not genuine fear. You weren’t like the people who usually surrounded him, playing their part in society's grand performance, all vying for his attention. There was an intelligence in your eyes, a spark that made him feel something unsettlingly close to admiration.

He couldn’t make sense of it. Why did it matter that you were different? Why did he find himself enjoying your company, despite the fact that you seemed entirely uninterested in his? He drummed his fingers against the armrest, contemplating the possibility of pursuing you for the rest of the season⸺though he quickly dismissed the thought. You were uncooperative, difficult. A chase after you would be nothing short of exhausting. 

And yet...

His attention shifted back to the desk, to the scattered papers you had left behind. Gojo reached for them, his fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the parchment as though handling something fragile. The numbers and diagrams were a mess of scribbled notes, and yet, they held a strange familiarity. His brow furrowed as he traced the lines with his eyes, piecing together the fragmented calculations. Then, like a puzzle falling into place, it clicked.

Venus. Of all things, you had been calculating the size of Venus.

Gojo’s hand froze midair, hovering over the papers. He blinked, his breath catching in his throat. He had assumed⸺no, expected⸺you to be reading some frivolous romance, a book about love and passion, something fitting for a young lady sneaking into a library. But instead, you were working on complex celestial calculations.

He had pegged you for a typical young lady of the ton⸺someone more interested in the latest gossip or the affections of suitors than in the stars. It annoyed him, more than he cared to admit, that he had been wrong.

Gojo set the paper down, his hand resting on the edge of the desk as he leaned back in his chair. The flicker of irritation that sparked in his chest was unfamiliar, unsettling even. It wasn’t just that you had surprised him⸺plenty of people had done that before. No, it was the fact that he had misjudged you so completely. He prided himself on being perceptive, on seeing through people’s masks with ease. Yet here you were, slipping past his assumptions with nothing more than a few scribbled notes and a fleeting presence.

His gaze dropped to the floor, and for the first time in a long while, he felt uncertain. Gojo wasn’t used to feeling this way⸺unsettled, annoyed, and a little too curious for his own good. He tapped the papers lightly, lost in thought. What did it mean that you had gotten under his skin like this? That he found himself wanting to unravel the mystery of you, to see what lay beneath the surface of your carefully constructed facade?

A sigh escaped his lips, low and quiet. His hand finally left the papers, and he leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as if it held answers he couldn’t quite grasp. The world around him was filled with people who either fawned over his charms or remained blissfully unaware of his true nature. But you? You saw right through him. You challenged him, unsettled him, made him question things he had never thought to question before.

With a final glance at the empty doorway, Satoru leaned forward again, ready to dive back into his work. But this time, his thoughts weren’t solely on his family’s ledgers. They were on you⸺and the undeniable pull that had started to form between you.

And inevitably, because Satoru is distracted, he lets the lull of sleep sneak up on him, swathing him in its deep, heavy blanket.

No, Satoru hears himself think. You’re not supposed to be here.

You’re sitting on his bed, somehow made it up to his chambers. A part of Satoru comprehends⸺in all his sleep-deprived glory⸺that he is definitely dreaming, but there’s an overwhelmingly stubborn part of him that dominates his entire consciousness, refusing to accept the fact. 

You’re leaning on your elbow, resting on your side on the foot of his bed. Part of him wants to believe that you are really here, sheer nightgown that seems to get shorter and shorter⸺slipping up your thighs⸺every time his consciousness paints an image of you. The sheer material drapes over your figure, accentuating the gentle curve of your waist and the fullness of your hips, painting a picture that torments him.

“My lord,” you whisper. 

It’s just his title, but your voice carries a sweetness it never holds in reality, dripping with an unfamiliar softness that makes Satoru’s heart lurch. Panic takes root, and he scrambles back, trying to distance himself from the fantasy in front of him. His back slams against the headboard as he fights to resist⸺not just you, but the part of himself that aches to abandon all notions of honor. That part of him that craves to do things to you that are anything but honorable.

Then, he notices your smile. It’s not the polite, practiced smile you show at balls or to suitors vying for your attention. This one is sincere, warm⸺a smile that speaks of affection, the kind you’ve never shown him before.

Like you are in love. 

And you are not helping Satoru in his restraint because you position yourself, crawling like a predator, straddling his lap. Satoru is suddenly breathing too fast, his chest tightening with the weight of desire and disbelief.

Your lips are at his ear. Your lips are so soft. “Touch me,” you say, trailing your lips down feather light across his jaw. 

Right now, you are in love. With him. You are his, and Satoru desperately does not want to fight it. 

He does not want to. 

Your hands start trailing down his torso, and now he registers that he is simply wearing a linen shirt and underwear because you are tracing the edge of his underwear, touching his inner thighs, getting so, so impossibly close to⸺

“No,” he rasps, squeezing his eyes shut. “I am a man of honor.”

But that’s a lie. One that Satoru clings to, because admitting the truth would shatter everything he’s built. His identity, his values⸺they all rest on the lie he’s desperately trying to hold onto.

What he really wants is nothing between you and him.

He wants that flimsy nightgown gone, the one that barely covers your thighs and what lies between them. He wants to keep the candlelight burning so he can see every inch of you, learn every detail of your body. He wants to slip off your chemise and explore the softness of your skin, trace the swell of your breasts, the dip of your hips, and taste the sweetness of your lips.

Satoru can’t focus on anything except the fact you are utterly, scandalously close to him, sitting on his lap and staring at him as if you love him. 

And his treacherous heart wants to abandon duty, honor, the dukedom, the royal family⸺everything⸺and simply take you. To feel the weight of you pressed against him, wrapped around him.

But just as his hands move to cup your face, you start giggling. “No, you are not.”

Satoru blinks, confused.

You laugh again, light and teasing. “You are no man of honor.”

And suddenly, your laughter echoes in his mind, filling the room with its taunting melody. It etches itself into his thoughts, leaving an indelible mark.

“You are a coward.”

You entered the drawing room to break your fast, Choso by your side, and immediately locked eyes with Gojo, who was already seated at the table with his mother. He quickly looked away, focusing on the toast he was slathering with an ungodly amount of jam.

As you moved to sit at the table with Choso, you couldn't help but study him. Gojo appeared more disheveled than usual, perhaps a bit fatigued, though any sign of vulnerability quickly vanished when your mother spoke.

“Lord Gojo, it is a fine morning, is it not?” she inquired with her usual warmth.

Gojo smiled, leaning back in his chair with his characteristic nonchalance. “Indeed, Lady Itadori, especially as I am blessed with such lovely company as yourself and your daughter.” His eyes flickered toward you, an arrogant glint in them before they shifted back to your mother.

You and Choso exchanged exasperated glances. 

Your mother chuckled, clearly charmed. “Oh, my lord, you flatter me. Tell me, what do you favor for breakfast? I am always curious to hear of others' preferences.”

“Clearly, it is toast drowned in enough jam to satisfy an army,” you muttered under your breath, delicately spreading butter onto your own toast.

Gojo’s eyes flashed, and he couldn’t resist a retort. “At least I do not indulge in something as dull as butter.”

You stiffened. “Butter is far superior to such overwhelming sweetness. Jam annihilates the taste of the toast itself, rendering it pointless.”

“And butter,” he shot back, “adds nothing but blandness. It is unremarkable, simple, and tasteless.”

A surge of heat rose to your face, ready to deliver another sharp remark, but before you could respond, Duchess Gojo’s lilting laughter filled the room. “Oh, my dears, what a lively couple you make!” Her tone was teasing, her eyes alight with amusement. “Such spirited conversation at breakfast⸺how delightful!”

Both you and Gojo stiffened, your faces flushing, though whether it was from irritation or something else entirely, you couldn’t say. You hastily turned your attention back to your toast, while Gojo busied himself with his tea.

Duchess Gojo clapped her hands together lightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Since we are all in such a lively mood this morning, I do believe a game of pall-mall is in order once breakfast is through. The garden is in full bloom, and the weather is perfect for it.”

Your mother smiled graciously. “A wonderful idea, Duchess. It has been some time since we last enjoyed a game.”

“Indeed,” the Duchess agreed. “And I daresay a little friendly competition will do us all good. What do you say, Lord Gojo?” She turned to her son with a knowing look. “I trust you are up for the challenge?”

Gojo leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “I never shy away from a challenge, Mother. But do be warned, I have no intention of losing.”

“Confidence is a virtue,” you remarked dryly, reaching for your teacup, “but do not let it cloud your judgment. Pall-mall requires more than mere bravado.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. “Ah, a challenge from you as well. This shall be an interesting morning indeed.”

“Let us hope your skills in the garden match your flair for words, my lord,” you retorted, your tone light (for the sake of preventing your mother a heart attack) but your gaze to Gojo sharp. 

Duchess Gojo’s laughter rang out once more, her eyes gleaming with delight. “Oh, this will be most entertaining! Come now, let us finish our breakfast, and then we shall see who emerges victorious on the field.”

You took a sip of your tea, pointedly ignoring the way Gojo’s gaze lingered on you as you did so. The day had barely begun, and already, you felt the familiar tension of being in his presence. But if there was one thing you knew, it was that you wouldn’t back down from a challenge⸺whether at the breakfast table or in the garden.

Duchess Gojo clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Now, we must let our diamond choose first. After all, she is the only lady participating today.”

You smiled warmly at her, a polite nod of appreciation. Gojo, however, frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced between you and the bag of mallets. “Are we not simply setting her up for victory?”

Turning to him with an innocent smile, you crossed your arms. “What’s that, my lord? Are you unable, as a man, to deal with the loss of your chosen mallet? I know some men depend heavily on certain familiars to win.”

Gojo held your gaze for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a dismissive shrug, he looked away. “Choose whatever you want. I will be sure to defeat you regardless.”

Duchess Gojo placed a warm hand on your back, encouraging you forward. “That’s the spirit, my son. Now, Miss Itadori, do choose which one you fancy.”

You approached the bag of mallets, your eyes scanning over the selection. They varied in subtle shapes and sizes, each one seemingly tailored for a different style of play. Your gaze settled on a mallet slightly larger than the others, painted a light blue shade. Its weight and shape seemed particularly advantageous for aim and control—perfect for directing the ball with precision.

As you picked it up, Gojo’s expression darkened, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes. “Of course, she chooses the best one,” he muttered under his breath.

“Well,” Duchess Gojo crossed her arms. “I suppose it’s only fair that you all let the lady go first.” She turned to you, nodding. “I will go join your mother for tea inside, my dear.” Winking, she adds, “Show these boys how real ladies do it.”

As the duchess took her leave, Choso, always the supportive brother, leaned over to you with a small smile. “Excellent choice, sister. Show them how it’s done.”

You gave him a grateful nod and positioned yourself for your turn. With a graceful swing, you sent the ball rolling smoothly across the lawn. Choso clapped in approval, but when you looked up, Gojo and Yuji were both glowering at you from the sidelines.

Gojo’s lips curled into a smirk, clearly not amused by your success. “Beginner’s luck,” he commented dryly. Yuji could only nod in mindless agreement to Gojo, and you graced him with a glower. Traitor.

Now it was Gojo’s turn. He stepped forward with confident ease, positioning himself with the mallet as though he had been doing this his entire life. With a swift, practiced swing, his ball shot forward and struck a target dead center. Yuji’s eyes sparkled with admiration, practically beaming at Gojo’s skill.

Choso and you exchanged petulant glances, unimpressed by Gojo’s display. But Yuji’s excitement only grew, and he couldn’t resist praising his mentor. “Incredible, my lord! You never miss!”

Choso’s turn came next. With a focused look, he lined up his shot and knocked Gojo’s ball right out of position, sending it tumbling off course into a forested area. Gojo let out a forced laugh, masking his irritation as best as he could, and you clapped and let out a small, petty giggle. “Good shot, brother! I fear Lord Gojo will have to travel much distance to retrieve and get it on course.”

You would come to bite your words.

When it was Yuji’s turn, he aimed with all his might and sent your ball flying out of position. You gasped in outrage, turning to him with narrowed eyes. “Oh, you will pay for this.”. 

Gojo, on the other hand, gave Yuji a hearty pat on the back, beaming with pride. “Well done, Yuji. Well done.”

It was now your turn, and you stomped your way towards the forested area where you and Gojo’s balls had traveled towards. Soon enough, Gojo was following after you.

The path was shaded by trees, and the coolness of the forest was a welcome relief from the heat of the sun. You could help but give each other glares until you finally broke the silence.

 “How dare you bewitch my brother into turning against me?” you accused him, stepping over a stray root.

Gojo rolled his eyes, a playful smirk on his lips. “It appears that Yuji’s blood is indeed not thicker than water,” 

 “Or maybe⸺just maybe⸺your charm isn’t as infallible as you think.”

Keeping pace beside you, Gojo scoffed. “And yet, here you are, still engaged in conversation with me. I must be doing something right.”

You shoot him an angry sideways glance. “I’m only here because my ball is, unfortunately, in the same direction as yours. Nothing more.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Ah, so it’s mere coincidence that fate keeps pulling us together.”

“More like unfortunate circumstance.”

The two of you continued bickering as you searched for your wayward balls. The back-and-forth banter echoed through the forest, neither of you willing to back down.

Finally, you spotted them⸺your ball and Gojo’s⸺resting precariously on top of a narrow stream of water. You both halted, glancing at each other, and then, without a word, you raced forward.

Gojo reached the water’s edge first, but you weren’t far behind. Neither of you hesitated as you waded into the shallow stream, your focus entirely on retrieving your respective balls. The bottoms of your clothes became soaked in the cool water, but neither of you paid it any mind, too busy grappling to reach your goals first.

Just as you managed to scoop up your ball, your dress snagged on something in the water. You stumbled forward, colliding directly into Gojo, who had just retrieved his own. The sudden impact sent both of you toppling into the water.

You landed squarely on top of him, the shock of the fall leaving you momentarily dazed. Gojo blinked up at you, his breath catching as his gaze dropped to your now-dampened bodice, honing in on your bosom. For a moment, his usually sharp and calculating eyes softened, confusion flickering across his face as if he didn’t quite understand the effect you were having on him.

You scrambled to find your words, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t mean to⸺”

Before you could finish, Gojo gently grasped your shoulders and helped you off of him. He stood up first, his expression uncharacteristically serious as he brushed off his wet clothing and offered you a hand. You took it, steadying yourself as you rose to your feet.

Gojo swallowed hard, clearly at a loss for words. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then quickly closed it, shaking his head. “I must go,” he muttered,.

Without another word, he turned and left, leaving you standing there in the stream, confused and flustered as you watched him disappear into the trees.

“I am not impressed.” Nobara impassively stares you down with a glower.

You fluttered your fan, maintaining a delicate air of mock innocence. “Whatever do you mean, my dear friend?”

The two of you sat at a small table on the terrace, its stone surface warm from the midday sun. Before you, the expansive field served as Gojo’s personal training ground, scattered with targets and archery equipment. Gojo and his protégé, Yuji, had clearly been at it for hours, their bare skin glistening with sweat under the relentless sun. They moved with a practiced ease, their focus entirely on the task at hand.

Gojo was currently demonstrating a particular stance to Yuji, his voice carrying faintly over the terrace as he corrected the younger man’s posture and grip. Yuji, ever the diligent student, watched him with an intensity that bordered on awe. You couldn’t help but reflect that his expression now⸺determined and assured⸺contrasted much with his encounter with you at the game. 

Nobara’s eyes narrowed as she regarded the scene. “Why are we here?” she asked flatly, her gaze lingering on the two men.

You turned to her with a smile, fluttering your fan with exaggerated elegance. “Why, to record in my journal, of course. One must capture the beauty of Mother Nature when it presents itself so generously from this terrace.”

Her expression remained unimpressed. “Is it truly Mother Nature that has captivated you, or Lord Gojo’s bare skin?” She glanced down at your unopened journal, its quill resting untouched beside it. “And how much progress have you made in this recording of yours?”

You couldn’t suppress a laugh, caught in your own half-hearted excuse. “Well, even you cannot deny that he presents a rather fine figure, can you? And I will get to my writing in due time. Inspiration must first strike, after all.”

Nobara sighed, folding her arms across her chest. “I cannot fathom how you find pleasure in looking upon a man who has caused you so much distress. Many times, in fact.”

You glanced back toward the field, watching as Gojo effortlessly pulled back his bowstring, the muscles in his back rippling with the movement. His form was impeccable, each action a demonstration of his skill and strength. Yuji, in contrast, struggled to replicate the motion with as much ease and accuracy, though his determination was evident.

"He’s clearly enjoying himself," you commented dryly, turning your attention back to Nobara. "Torturing me, that is. I might as well make due of my harrowing and demeaning stay here and enjoy some aspects of Gojo. I swear, he delights in the fact that I’m stuck here."

Nobara’s eyes narrowed, and she snorted. "Oh, absolutely. Men like him don’t get much amusement in life unless it involves making someone else miserable."

You shook your head, remembering the library encounter all too vividly. Gojo had seemed genuinely surprised to find you there, and yet he had taken to taunting you with his usual smugness. That infernal smirk of his had been etched into your memory.

"I almost wonder," you mused, "if he was actually shocked to find me in the library. Perhaps I caught him off guard for once."

Nobara raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing? Looking for a book on how to survive insufferable dukes?"

You chuckled softly. "No, I was reading about Venus, actually. But Gojo⸺he assumed I was indulging in some silly romance. Imagine his surprise when he realized I was working on calculations instead."

Nobara’s lips twitched upward in amusement, but before she could respond, a loud thud! echoed across the terrace. Both of you looked down just in time to see Gojo's arrow hit the target dead center.

You rolled your eyes. Of course, he would show off. That insufferable man never missed an opportunity to flaunt his skills. Yuji, predictably, looked like he was about to faint from admiration.

Gojo notched another arrow, his back muscles rippling as he drew it back with practiced ease. His abs tightened with the effort, and though you told yourself you were merely observing his technique, your gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary. The tautness of his form was, undeniably, impressive.

“It is a shame,” Nobara remarked, her voice breaking through your thoughts. “He does present a rather fine figure. If only his character matched his appearance.”

You blinked, realizing that your gaze had lingered on him for far too long. “What?”

Nobara glanced at you, her expression half-amused, half-pitying. “I merely observe that if his manners were as well-formed as his physique, he might be a most agreeable companion.”

You opened your fan again, waving it lightly in front of your face. “Perhaps. But we both know that appearances can be deceiving.”

Nobara’s expression turned serious as she looked at you. “You must find yourself a husband who is both well-formed and well-mannered, my dear. Else I shall be forced to gouge out my eyes every time I am called to attend on you.”

You sighed dramatically, closing your fan with a soft snap. “Whatever you say, Nobara.”

Yet, even as you dismissed her words, your gaze drifted back to the field. Gojo was a puzzle, indeed. And whether you liked it or not, he had captured more of your attention than you were willing to admit.

Satoru is sweaty and hot, and therefore he must rush back to take a cold bath. 

The weather is quite warm, he must admit to himself. Teaching Yuji had been nothing sort of pleasurable; the boy’s physical prowess was quite impressive, and he learned things very, very fast. If Yuji were to keep learning and working on his skill, he would easily be up to Gojo’s level or even surpass him. 

As he climbs up the stairs to the terrace, he wipes his brow, which has budded with sweat. When he crosses a table that overlooks the field, he notices a book. His mother and him wouldn’t expose any books like this⸺a fine and intricate design covering the top⸺to the harsh, humid weather, so he picks up the book, frowning.

Frowning, he picked it up, curiosity getting the better of him. The book felt unfamiliar in his hands, and as he opened it, the words within seemed to swim before his eyes. Annoyed, he rubbed the sweat from his forehead and squinted, finally making out the fine, neat handwriting on the page.

I confess, there is something intoxicating about the notion that women might be more than what society has so neatly confined us to be. Is it truly so outlandish to consider that we, too, possess minds capable of great thought and spirits yearning for freedom?

Satoru's eyes widened, and a flicker of intrigue sparked within him. He flipped to the next page, where the writing grew messier, more hurried.

Indeed, God truly blesses the wrong soldiers with features such as his. However, I take pride in being one of His strongest for I possess the fortitude to resist the temptation of ending Gojo’s miserable existence myself.

His eyes widened. If he had been intrigued before, now he was thoroughly captivated. This had to be you. His heart began to beat faster as he quickly turned to another page, where the ink was still fresh, and a pressed leaf lay nestled between the pages.

If I were to base my choice of husband solely on physical appearance, I must confess that Lord Gojo would be a most compelling candidate. However, to consider him without regard to his character would be a grave disservice to myself and to dear Nobara, who would bear the consequences of such a choice daily.

I hold out hope for a suitor with a similar strength of physique, one whose form displays power and grace, much like Gojo. His muscles, so clearly defined, speak of formidable strength and control—his back rippling with every pull of the bowstring, his breath labored as he steadies himself.

Alas, such attributes, though appealing, are not enough…

His fingers hovered over the delicate page, the words sinking in. A part of him wanted to laugh at your sharpness, your refusal to fall prey to his charms, but another part⸺one that kept resurfacing and resurfacing against his will, showing up even in his slumber⸺felt something else entirely.

…What a pity, indeed.

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a/n i feel like the only important plot point in this chapter is that gojo is a boobs guy

sorry if this chapter was a little icky :( i prefered publishing this than having to subject my dear beta reader to having to edit this mess or even me having to think about it further. i will rest so that the next chapter is better <3 (lots of fluffy moments to come in the next one)

gojo when you spawned in his bedroom

will finally treat myself to answering asks after I wake up since i'm done with this dreadfull chapter <333 jesus it's 3am

comment, reblog, and send in an ask to let me know ur thots :3 memes are also appreciated <3

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IM ACTUALLY SOBBING, CRYING, SCREAMING, AND SHITTING MYSELF BAAHAHAHSHSHAHA

H E L L O ????

[4doras]

CAKE A CHANCE: that makes two of us

⤷ taesan was known to be an anti-romantic, no matter how perfect the person was, he'd reject them in record time. but his "im not interested" self seems to melt the moment he finds you. 

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a/n. gang its almost over.... plz send smau reqs!! also written part not proofread after third slide I forgot to add that message ㅠㅠ

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thirty minutes later, you heard taesan’s familiar pattern of knocks on your door. you went to open the door, ready to greet him, but before you could even mutter a ‘hello’, he had engulfed you in his arms. he was holding you tightly as if you’d try to escape from him. 

“you look really pretty, y/n.” he held your face, fixing your hair (that he had momentarily messed up from his strong hug) 

“thanks, sannie.” you smiled back at him, feeling a creeping blush growing on your cheeks. 

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he drove the two of you to the unknown place where your date would take place, it was a small cafe. small, but it also happened to be your favourite. 

once the both of you got in and got your orders, taesan had finally spoken up. 

“so, d’you like me?” he said in a voice a bit too calm. too calm for a question that almost had you choking, which taesan had noticed. “don’t choke on your food, silly.” he giggled, pushing his drink toward you. “need you to be alive, i want to be your boyfriend, y’know.” now this, this had you truly dead. 

of course, you knew that he would say this one day, but so suddenly? so soon? you didn’t know that. afterall, it was only your first date, it wasn’t something you’d expect on the first one. 

“too soon?” it was like he read your mind. “no! no, of course not. i like you, taesan. i just didn’t expect it.” the reality of his confession just started to hit you. han taesan wanted to be your boyfriend. 

“well? can i be your boyfriend, please?” he tilted his head at you, eyes glistening with hope. “i’ll think about it.” you looked back down at your food, hoping that looking away from his face would stop you from smiling. couldn’t he tell that you wanted him as much as he wanted you? you looked up at taesan who was pouting, sulkily poking at his food. “i’m kidding! of course you can.” you laughed at his shocked face. “i thought it was obvious enough.”

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[whirlybirbs]

It’s been so long since our hyperfixations overlapped >:)))

Ok after the last lil bit you did I’m just kinda imagining him watching Moth interact with Johnny and being jealous of both of them (cause Johnny is HIS friend back off Moth but also bc Johnny made Moth smile so brightly, how?? Please tell him how???) pretty please with cherries on top ♥️🍒

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desc: moth & johnny spar. ghost is in a bad mood. moth's theories grow. pairing: lt. simon "ghost" riley / f!reader ; callsign: moth a/n: honestly moth & johnny sharing their spotify wrapped is like air to me — you just know soap's was, like, Nu Divorced Dad Strut Rock or something. also, ghost works out in complete total silence like the apex predator he is, you cannot change my mind on this. ⇽ prev / next ⇾

"Woah, easy up, Pilates Princess—"

You punch the pad a little harder for that — but the smirk on your face tells Johnny know you're not really mad. If you were, you woulda gone for his nuts.

"I told you that in confidence," you pant, landing a well timed pattern of strikes in a loop of three, "And you're using it against me?"

"It's yer Spotify Wrapped," Johnny chirps back, lowering himself in a sturdier stance as you strike — left, left, right, left. Left, left, right, left, "An' tha' makes it yer problem, lass."

"Don't you lass me—"

You nail an easy transition into a different flow — right, left, right, left, left, right.

"Pure dead brilliant, Moth!" Johnny grins as your gloves connect with the pads in rhythm. He's quick to drop them, smack your arm, and throw an arm around your shoulder, "Pilates Princess is gettin' good, ae?"

You snort, shoving the sweaty Scotsman off of you with a smile; Johnny's a good man. A bit of a bastard, but patient enough to agree to spar with you on an off-day. "Shut up—"

Across the gym, the heavy pummel of a punching bag ratchets up and the blaring ring of the chain is loud enough to make you flinch. You wet your lips, turn your head towards the sound, and Johnny immediately whistles at the sight of a certain Lieutenant raining holy fire on the bag in the corner.

Heavy hoodie, heavy sweats, beat-to-shit trainers. He's dripping sweat, that much is clear from the darkened stains along the back of the SAS 22ND REG P.T. gear. It's Lieutenant Riley. And he's not stopping.

Because, aye, come th' fuck on. You're makin' 'im feel fuckin' mental. Since when are you an' Johnny friendly enough t' chinwag to th' moon and back, huh? John MacTavish is his only fuckin' friend. An' 'ere you come, all sunshine an' daisies —

Th' fuck is even a Spotify Wrapped anyway...?

You pop your hands on your waist as you try to catch your breath.

Must be a bad day for the Lieutenant. What's on the menu for lunch? You wonder what sort of phase the moon is in and if Phillip Graves is even on base. Additional factors could include: lack of caffeine (his usual shaker bottle is absent?), mismatched socks (indicative of missed laundry day?), balaclava preference (this one he rarely wears — uncomfortable?).

You slide Johnny a look.

Johnny slides it right back.

Then:

"Don't look a' me like tha', m' not fuckin' talkin' t' 'im."

[sunforgrace]

i dont care that they tried to kill prev tags im beating that dead horse. i will make prev tags my lazarus i dont care how long it takes i will stand over its grave victorious and watch it rise again. prev until i die

[lleeanarr]

pt 2.

summary: The relationship was unexpected not only from the fans, but it was unexpected to the both of them as well.

genre: fluff, smau

paring: Lando Norris x Influencer!reader

warnings! : swearing, attempted humour

fc: Lani Pliopa

a/n: part two! sorry for the long wait😞😞

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yoursister How did you manage to take that with my cats😨😨

yourusername they just love me😩😩✨

bsfuser the cat obsession is getting crazier...

yourusername 🤫

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yourusername : oi

yourusername : i accidently bought two tickets to the eras tour😞😞

yourusername : no wonder they were so expensive!

yourusername : can you come with?

landonorris : do younot have any friends?

yourusername : i do...

yourusername : they ditch moi for they're boyfriends

yourusername : def didn't stand up to bros before hos😕🙄

landonorris : when?

yourusername : OMG UR ACTUALLY WILLING TO GO????!!!

landonorris : its charity work😥

yourusername : ....

yourusername : fuck you

landonorris : also who is stupid enough to decline an eras tour concert ticket WHICH WAS PAID FOR☺️☺️

yourusername : having you as company better be fucking worth it

landonorris : dw it will😗

landonorris : if ur being serious about me going when?

yourusername: 18th of october

landonorris : where?

yourusername : miamiiiii

landonorris : wtf you expect me to fly to miami for you???

yourusername : yes

landonorris : ur paying for my flight ticket

yourusername : WHATTTTT????

yourusername : i am too BROKE for that😔

yourusername : i paid for ur concert ticket...

yourusername : at least pay for the flight

yourusername : give some justice to my bank account☹️🤚

landonorris : fine

landonorris : the things i do to see taylor swift😞😞

yourusername : wow what about meeeee

landonorris : thanks for the ticket🙂

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a/n: i'm literally so sorry for taking so long to release the second part i will be posting more frequent hopefully...😓

taglist: @iamahallucinationnn , @hurtblossom , @papaya-twinks , @kami10471633 , @ahnneyong