#unendless

[bonki28]

Du hast die Unendlichkeit meiner Seele

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[novascharms]

teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe

reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track.

word count — 2.4 chapter index — prev. chap. — next chap. masterlist

five

sunday, january 26th you felt a little like a secret agent, watching rafe chew on his pen as he mulled over exercises. not because you were secretly staring at him—no, quite the opposite, actually. you had strategically angled your laptop screen away as you typed "how to get rid of a crush" into google. the first tip that popped up? give it time.

you glanced at him again. oversized hoodie, messy hair, that now-familiar scent that clung to your sheets after every tutoring session. the things that had unsettled you about him three weeks ago now felt… comforting. rafe frowned at his notebook, licking his lips briefly, and your breath caught. god, that stirred something in you. you turned back to your screen, scolding yourself.

you reformulated your search: how to get rid of a crush fast

you scrolled through endless advice. some suggestions were sensible—don’t stalk them on socials, sad playlists, write your feelings out in a journal. others seemed extreme—therapy, fuck someone else, dye your hair blue.

the ideas were unendless but the main idea was ever-present: distance yourself completely.

that was easier said than done. rafe was sitting right in front of you, and he’d be here twice a week for the next four months. thirty-two hours of his laugh replaying in your mind. 1,920 minutes of his scent lingering after he lounged on your bed. 115,200 seconds of him.

you could always distance yourself emotionally? not let yourself feel anything. you weren't sure you knew how to compartmentalize that well but maybe it was worth the try.

your thoughts are interrupted by a quiet groan rafe is letting out and you peep up from your laptop screen to look at him. he's texting on his phone for a moment before he tosses it onto his desk. you notice some tenseness in his shoulders, only because you're always staring at his shoulders.

actually, you take that back. you're just always staring at him; at his shoulders, his arms, his eyes, his hands. it was becoming a problem.

"hey," he said suddenly, glancing up, "you’re going to the retirement home after this, right?"

you press your lips together, hiding your face behind your laptop screen again. "yes." you were silently hoping he'd offer to drive you again because your dad wasn't home and no one could stay with your siblings if your mom were to drop you off. you were going to bike but if he offered? it was a ride and a couple more minutes with him which was a total win-win.

"can i come?"

"can you come?"

"yeah, can i come with you."

"you want to come with me?"

he didn’t answer right away—too busy crossing the room and closing your laptop. "yeah, that’s what i just said. twice," he teased, leaning in a little too close. you have this terrible need to just dig your head in his chest so you roll to the other side of the bed and place your laptop on your nightstand. "i didn't know you had any interest in volunteer work."

he flopped onto your bed like he belonged there, arms spread wide and you stand up, dead set on not getting too close. you had to compartmentalize these feelings.

"someone told me it’s good to have… diverse interests." you know it doesn't mean anything that he remembers that. he's watching you pretend to tidy up your room and you feel exposed. you always feel so naked when he's looking at you. something is doing backflips in your stomach and you wonder if you're falling ill.

his phone is still buzzing every couple of minutes, "sounds like you've got some people who really want to hang out with you." you look back at him and he's still staring at you, not even glacncing at his phone once.

"yea." he nods, "but i don't wanna hang out with them. i wanna hang out with you."

and what were you meant to do with that? how were you supposed to compartmentalize your feelings when he said things like that? things that made you want to shove your head in a pillow and squeal like all those girls in romantic movies.

"why don't you want to hang out with them?" you sat on the edge of your bed, about as far as you could sit from him.

he shrugged, eyes drifting to your ceiling, "i love my friends, but..i think sometimes i feel like i got something to prove around them. i have to act a certain way, be a certain way, not completely different but just a little tweaked." he says and it's the most honest thing you'd heard someone say in a while.

"i don't know. shit's just getting repetititve too. pre-game, houseparty, afterparty, another houseparty, another party, a beach party, a bonfire, a boat party, and it just keeps going, every weekend. it's not that i never wanna party again..i just wanna do something else."

"well then i don't think you should come." you say and he looks at you, this genuine, adorable face torn between hurt and confusion. your heart swells and you feel bad for messing with him.

a smile tugs at your lips. "because the elderly? they party hard."

you grin when he laughs because it sounds music to your ears.

"do they?" he asks, grinning now and you feign absolute shock, hand on your chest. "oh, yeah. there's this older lady, denise. she's freaking wild. last year she snuck out of the retirement home for her 85th birthday and they found her.." you paused for dramatic effect, "in a bar, crashing a bachelor party."

rafe’s laughter turned into full-blown cackling, his head thrown back as he shook it in disbelief. "okay, that might actually be my dream bachelor party. an 85-year-old woman just going wild with us."

"she’ll love you," you said, motioning for him to follow. "c’mon."

the drive to the retirement home was too short for your liking. since rafe was easy to like, easy to admire and easy to crush on, naturally, he had to be easy to talk too as well. he couldn't even try to be a little less perfect.

he leaned back in the passenger seat, fiddling with the radio until he found a station he liked. "so, why the retirement home? or 'the oldies' as y/s/n says." rafe chuckled lightly and you rolled your eyes at how you always had to correct her and tell her 'elderly' was the more approriate word. she never listened.

you glanced at him, his profile sharp against the golden light of the setting sun. “why not? someone has to show up for them.”

he raised a brow, clearly unsatisfied with your answer. “you could’ve done a million other things. animal shelters, tutoring kids, beach cleanups…”

“are you suggesting i made the wrong choice?” you teased, your lips quirking up.

he smirked. “no, i'm suggesting it’s an interesting choice."

you got what he meant. older people didn't always have the best repution because on one side you had the adorable grandpa's that wore cute hats and grandma's that always gave you cookies but on the other you have old people who despise anyone younger than them and are violently against change in any capacity.

the retirement home had some "bad apples" but these people genuinely just wanted company and most importantly, someone that would stay. these people walked through the doors of the retirement home knowing they'd be leaving in a body bag. that was a scary thought.

"at first i wanted to do an animal shelter but..i saw no one signed up for the retirement home so i just did and yes, at first, they were a little rigid but it's only because they expected me to complete x amount of hours and then never come back. these people are often lonely and forgotten by the very children they raised.. i just show them that i never forget them."

he nods slowly like that side of it hadn't completely dawned on him until now. "i should call my grandma today." he says and you crack a smile and nod. "you should call your grandma today."

when you pulled into the parking lot, rafe hopped out before you could even unbuckle. he waited for you at the hood of the car, hands in his pockets, looking unfairly good in the soft evening light. “lead the way,” he said with a grin.

inside, the nurses greeted you warmly, their faces lighting up as soon as they saw you. “oh, there she is!” one of them, linda, said, pulling you into a quick hug. “and who’s this handsome young man?”

“this is rafe,” you said, a little embarrassed. “he wanted to come help out.”

rafe extended a hand, all charm. "nice to meet you."

linda shook his hand, her smile widening. "well, aren't you sweet? and so polite. don't let the residents steal him from you," she joked, winking at you.

“i'll do my best,” you said dryly, shooting rafe a look when he chuckled under his breath.

you sign your name on the sign up sheet before passing him the clipboard, "just my name?" he asks, pen already in hand and you nod.

the dining room was bustling as usual. tables were being set, and the residents were chatting amongst themselves. when you walked in, a chorus of greetings met you.

"there's my favorite girl!” mr. jensen called, waving you over.

“who’s the tall drink of water?” mrs. harris asked, her sharp eyes narrowing on rafe with interest.

you laughed, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "this is rafe. he's here to help out.”

"handsome and helpful,” mrs. harris said, patting the seat next to her. "sit down, honey. let me tell you about the time i met elvis.”

"i'd love to hear it,” rafe said, sliding into the chair with ease.

you watched him entertain mrs.harris and the women sitting around her with a smile before being caught staring by mr. jensen. "now, i know that look." he teased and you rolled your eyes shaking your head. you looped your arm around his and started walking him to his seat for dinner. "i don't know what look you're talking about." you turn your nose up and avoid his gaze. "you still think you can fool an 89 year old man, darling. that's why you keep losing every card game we play." he says and your eyes go wide, grin on your face. "hey! i totally let you win."

once you'd sat mr. jensen down, the nurses asked you and rafe to start distributing the food. "you've got quite the fanclub." you tease rafe whilst you're both putting on plastic gloves. mrs. harris and the other ladies are still watching rafe, grinning like little school girls at him.

he laughed, "i already understand why you come here. they are hilarious." he looks at you then, "you know doris tried to flirt with me and set me up with her granddaughter in the same breath?"

"i.." you're laughing, at a complete loss for words. "i have to say, i appreciate her hustle. if she can't have you, why not her granddaughter, you know?"

he hands you a tray with raised brows and a smile that makes your insides twist in a way that they really shouldn't.

you watched him as you helped set up plates and silverware. he was good with them—better than you’d expected. he listened to their stories, laughed at their jokes, and even let mrs. harris feed him a butterscotch candy. it was adorable, and it made your chest ache.

"you've got a keeper there,” one of the nurses whispered to you as you passed by.

"he’s not—” you started, but she just smiled knowingly and walked away.

as dinner started, you and rafe worked together to serve the food. the residents' curiosity about him didn't wane. they threw all sorts of questions at him—where he was from, what he did, if he was single.

"very single,” rafe said at one point, glancing at you with a smirk. your heart stopped for a beat, and you busied yourself adjusting a napkin to avoid his gaze.

mrs. cooper let out a delighted laugh, patting his arm affectionately. "not for long, i'm sure," she said. "a boy like you? charming, good-looking, and funny? they'll be lining up for you."

mrs. harris chimed in, wagging a finger at him. "but only if they're good enough! you deserve the best, dear."

"oh, you’re too kind," rafe replied, his grin widening. "but i think I’ve already found her. she’s sitting right next to me." he gestured dramatically to mrs. harris, whose laughter rang out, joined by her friends’ delighted giggles.

"oh, stop it, rafe!" mrs. harris said, playfully swatting at his arm. "you came about 65 years too late, my dear."

"lisa, you're breaking my heart," he said, clutching his chest theatrically, which only made the ladies laugh harder.

watching him interact with them was almost too much. the way he laughed at their jokes, let them tease him, even flirted back in a way that was sweet rather than condescending—it was all too much. he was charming and kind and so devastatingly attractive that you started to wonder if maybe, you weren’t imagining the way he looked at you.

when the chaos of dinner died down, you found yourself sitting next to rafe, curled up on those cozy recliners watching as the residents trickled back to their rooms. he leaned back in his chair, looking at you with a lazy grin. “this was fun."

"you made it fun. i can tell they really enjoyed you being here." you smiled small, "someone in particular." you added teasingly.

he chuckled, stretching his arms over the back of his chair. “tease me all you want. lisa and i have a bond. you're just jealous of my relationship with her."

"mm.." you nodded, bringing your knees to your chin with a smile on your face. "you're absolutely right, i am so jealous and i just want lisa all to myself." you play along.

he leaned in slightly, his voice softer now. “or maybe you just want me all to yourself."

your heart was racing again, and you cursed yourself for how easily he affected you. “you wish,” you said, trying to make it sound convincing.

"what? i'm not good enough for my future president?" he asked and you tilted your head, humming like you were actually thinking about it, like the answer could be anything else but of course you are.

"get a seven for algebra and then we can talk." you tell him and he chuckles, throwing his head back against the couch. "got yourself a deal, teach."

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[silly-ehggy]

My wisdom in unendless

[just-about-nothing]

was thinking about the holy prepuce and contemplating that no matter how strange and off-putting i am, the catholic church has been stranger and more off-putting. the thought brings me unendless amounts of joy

[swallowtail-ageha]

🔥 for the Elden Ring endings

In general, i wish we had more of an animatic on the other elden ring endings that aren't ranni's or the frenzied flame....

In the specifics, i don't have many hot takes. I dont think the goldmask one is as good as people believe, since it essentially locks you into an unendless unchanging golden order, but that's it

I also feel like people want too much other demigods aside from ranni's ending and all of those endings include the demigods ruling etc etc, while the reason why ranni's ending works with the story's themes is specifically because ranni decides to fuck off and not intervene in the matters of the lands between

[spade-riddles]

Anonymous asked:

That Blind Item definitely is NOT from either Taylor or Karlie's PR teams, Karlie's been close with the Crawford-Gerber's since Kaia was like 10 or 11, there's no way in hell that Taylor and especially Karlie would ever condone this gross bullshit Enty is spouting.

Besides, Enty's whole thing with Karlie since the whole love blackout happened in late 2016 is pushing blinds claiming Karlie sleeps with every woman from a seemingly unendless horde of Hollywood and/or rich socialite women and that Karlie even occasionally enjoys stringing along the men who are dating/married to some of the women Enty claims Karlie sleeps with.

Enty has also pushed a blind implying that Karlie brought Shawn Mendes on the vacation she supposed went on with JK in Italy last August so she could dominate both very obviously gay men, because "Karlie is my boyfriend" is what everyone says if you actually believe any of Enty's ridiculous fake crap 💀

[mirmidones]

unendless frustration

[greenchilypepper]

I'm sobbing screaming throwing up. Like man... His wings are the universe.... I can't this hurts sk much. Like that confession...

This drawing is just amazing it's the last drop in this unendless sea of pain

And I would like to spend... (the eternity with you)

[cxffeeshxp]

{{ L }} " Young or not, any head-on conflict with a Goetia would be damn near suicide. To crush a might foe, you need a near unendless amount of bodies to throw at them, allows you to study their powers and to exhaust them. "

[goldofnov]

since i was fiften , my eyes have witnessed unendless sorrows it was like the life was preparing me to always know the feeling of sadness that it will always be stuck inside of me forever . therefore i have known how it feels like to be wounded I promised myself since i was a child to never be the cause of anyone’s harm or pain even if i was hurting to count every meaning behind every word i say to never shatter my image in anyones head to never be the cause of anyones broken trust of me & to never make anyone live with a pain i cause to them & to never let anyone thinks that what i lived with them was a lie . i want to be remembered as the one who will always protect the people he cared about until i leave this earth . for the heart of mine will always love so deep so respectfully so gentle so loyal to everyone i have shared my life with.

nowadays Its a crime to any humanbeing to have a heart like mine

For i know it can’t survive more misery & sorrows

-GoldofNov

[waternymphlovesdante]

[cxffeeshxp]

{{ L }} " I'd say it is, Saṃsāra is merely the unendless cycle of rebirth, not eternal damnation... where they aren't even safe from further suffering. The free will you teach is an illusion, yes. "

{{ L }} " Don't sound like much of a choice if the options are to give up your sense of self to f9llow the rules of a 'higher being'. You are not your own but the tool of another. "

" Higher beings just as full of 'sin' as anyone else. "

[fumikomiyasaki]

( HIP ) pulling mine by the hips.

Chizuko and Flynn

Seduction starters

Around a late night, Chizuko accompanied Flynn to a fancy party of his. Mainly he was at first very stun by her looks and how she worked that dress why walking next to him, walking along the red carpet with her... yet as he got busy being chatted up by other guests and caught in the praise and admiration towards his role... eventually he looked back to find out what Chizuko did while he got stopped, only to find her being chatted up by a very handsome man who looked down at her with a light smirk. Trying to win her over with his charms. Just the invitation Flynn needed.

He slowly walked up to them both, pulled her closer by her hips to him and layed and wing around her for a small kiss on her forehead.

"Oh my, I didn't see you there, allow me to introduce myself. Flynn Deradelle, the partner of this beautifull Onyx... it seemed you two had quite the talk but I couldn't help to seek some attention of my dearest."

"Its fine I was on my way anyways."

The other man bowed but seemed slightly annoyed as Flynn looked back to Chizuko.

"Was that necessary?"

"What can I say... I like to show whats mine... I also can't stand such guys... thinking wealth will make them unendless attractive to every woman."

Chizuko sighed and dragged him down by his collar.

"I can handle myself really... you moron should not push yourself as the protector."

Flynn shrugged and pulled her close again.

"You know how much I care about you, its not that I distrust you, I know full well what you are capable off my dear Onyx.... its moreso I wanna show off how dear you are to me."

She grew red and annoyed pushing him away.

"Tch... fine then."

This was enough to him, he left his hand around her hips with a smirk and walked along with her on that party. Thinking about how to make up for her enduring this night with him.

[sleepeachy]

I made it to The Other Side

They say the other side is a place where the people who have lost their spirit go to. They describe it as a blissful sanctuary; a tranquil home. Some say problems don’t exist there, you wouldn’t have to worry about going to school with anxiety or being alone. People say you’ll find consolation in the people around you. In short, it is a peaceful place full of happiness; a world that has nothing to worry about. Some people are also saying that home can also be a person, not just a place. Well, I can thankfully say that i’ve experienced it all, however i didn’t really cross to the other side instead i came back to where i came from, the place where i truly live.

January passed me by. that month is full of despair and i wouldn’t ever want to experience it again. it was the worst ever situation that has ever happened in my life. i came to the point where i begged God to give me a reason to stay a bit longer, i begged him to say that i can still do it even if me in myself knew that i couldn’t anymore. i even started to doubt if he could still hear my prayers because for me, i am a sinner and i deserve all the suffering i felt, yet i still hoped that he would lend a hand to me. one more complication, i wouldn’t even bother to think twice to end my presence; i’ve lost my spirit. After everything, i just wanted to run away, i want to take a rest, and so i did. i traveled miles just to come back home. People who i haven’t spoken to in a long time welcomed me with a warm hug. my friends ran to my arms, smiling looking so blithe and they are excited to see me. they didn’t ask me whether i’m okay or how’s life, they just hugged me tightly making me feel that i wasn’t alone and that somebody’s still out there are who’s glad to see me with pure intentions. they knew it was all i needed at that moment— a comfort, not a reason to open up, not anything, just a hug and a person, then i’d be okay. they know what i wanted to feel even without me saying. Days have passed by, i was surrounded by genuine people with unendless laughter. they’ve showed me what friends are really like, they treated me like one. i wouldn’t have to worry about having anxiety because with them, i’m at ease. i didn’t have to worry about being alone cause they were always right there; they’ve always made me feel that i wasn’t friendless. they appreciate everything i do, even just by being there with them. We trip to places we used to go to, it felt so nostalgic. i remember going to school with a high ponytail and a long uniform dress without agonizing over anything. now going back without my uniform and my hair has been cut off and my life’s full of affliction. i may come back not as the same person i was before but the place i’ve been through remained serene, which is why i felt peaceful. it really is a blissful sanctuary, a tranquil home. i have lived my life at it’s fullest for the mean time with them. no problems existed in my existence that moment. they saw how burdened i was in life yet they didn’t see me as a weak person, instead they told me that i was a strong independent human being. for me they were all a gift blessing sent from God, He has heard my prayers. they all gave me a reason to stay a bit longer, they’ve told me that i can do it, they treated me the way i deserved; i deserved to be loved, appreciated, and to be treated right, not to be alone with all the traumas i don’t deserve, not to suffer from things i didn’t do. they made me stronger and i will always be thankful for them especially to God, he never left. Now i wouldn’t want to surrender again when i feel agony cause i’ve passed a situation in my life i thought i couldn’t. Coming back to the reality of my state still felt like there’s a void, the only difference is, i’m stronger now, i have a reason to exist and my heart is full. i can do it, i would not let myself be in that situation again, i would not let anyone ruin me again. i don’t deserve that.

So, i may have not really crossed to the other side, but at least i knew what it felt like to be in a place full of happiness, that is enough for me to call it heaven and a blessing. I made it to the other side.

[refried-ghost]

Zim startled when he was pinged.

When he'd first woken up he'd looked frantically for Dib to no avail. Then he took in his injuries. Considering how destroyed his clothes were and that they were still open. Even after he'd been dumped wherever this was. They must have been pretty severe.

His PAK legs were deployed when he awoke up. And slightly damaged. Where it attached to his back screamed. So it was highly likely that was literal. Someone had just dumped him out of a ship thousands of feet or kilometers or whatever unit of distance in the air.

He sat himself down with a sigh. The human survived him. He'd be fine.

And that's when he was startled by the ping. Skoodge. Was the immediate thought. The only person who'd bother to see if he was alive or not. But it wasn't.

It was the Tallest.

It was Purple. He didn't believe it. But still he pinged back.

He was close. Unbelievably close. Not the expected light years away.

Zim had pinged them occasionally since they'd become Tallest, but it was always blocked. He'd expected as much.

He waited to see if it was a fluke. A glitch from his faulty PAK. He hadn't called them in years. They never check in on him since he stopped.

And now injured, alone, and oh so very confused, Purple had pinged him again. Twice now. Once in response to his own. He didn't wait. He didn't bother finishing his treatment. He ran blindly in the direction he hoped would bring him closer to his Tallest. As fast as his damaged PAK legs could take him. Ignoring the screaming from his back. The wetness there.

Blood splattered the ground as he tore up what little had already begun to heal. Rushing through and bumping foreign flora. Drones he hadn't noticed before caught sight of him. Quickly matching his pace maintain a distance.

The running seemed unendless. He'd been at it for hours. He exhaustion was taking over. His PAK forcefully retracted it's legs. Zim hit the ground hard. Purple pinged him.

Panting, sweating and bleeding Zim pinged back. His PAK was forcing him into rest mode to work on his injuries. He wasn't in any position to allow that. But it did it anyway. Drugs flooded his system attempting to put him asleep. He fought them. He forced himself to stand. His eyes blurred.

He pinged Purple rapidly as the PAK began to cut his control. The pinging stopped working. He looked at the tree like thing he was using to hold himself up and fold a whole beneath it. He didn't have the time to hesitate. He forced himself into it rolling to the fetal position as everything slipped away.

[ghosts-of-love]

hiya, im not on tumblr so i have no idea if this is the right place for this, anyway i came to give unendless praise for all your works on ao3 really but mainly lost then found. i saw you were posting unseen bits from the story and i always thought that it would be fun to see a minor patcaps fight/misunderstanding early on in the relationship where cap spirals and convinces himself they're over and pat's like what no, my poor bby. maybe an alison feat? anyway love your work and keep it up

hiya! welcome to tumblr haha, this is the right place for an ask! and thank you so much for this! 💕

in terms of a patcap fight: you want to break me?? you wish to break my little heart huh??

as much as i want to imagine they never have any fights and live happily ever after forever and ever, I think you're right that a minor misunderstanding might happen early on that leads to spiralling. the others would set Cap on the right track right away though. i'm not promising anything,, but there just might be a story there 👀