#what a fucking deatail

[spotforme]

oh my god!?!?? Lister has a patch that says 'console officer'

did he get that from Kochanski? (or am i remembering her position wrong? she might've been in navigation) if he did then i'm adding that to the subtly sad pile.

it could also be a joke or just a cool looking thing he found, either way i'm sure Rimmer had something to say about falsely decorating yourself

[sundry-whovengerslocked]

EXCUSE ME, FIRST ATTEMPT??? I'VE ONLY DONE ACRYLIC PAINTING BEFORE AND THAT SHIT WAS HARD. I CAN'T IMAGINE BEING ABLE TO WORK WITH OILS. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!?!? THIS IS SO GOOD OP!!!!!!!! THE DEATAILS IN THEIR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS! THE EMBROIDERY! THE CHAINMAIL!!!!!

aaaaahhh I'm sorry for screaming in all caps this is just magnificent and that caption took me off guard!

My first attempt at oil painting :)

[bigmack2go]

Ok so i found something from a while ago and never posted it so here u go ig

Ok first coment: „hey, i just noticed qll the little deatails. You’re really in character, good job!“

(Might not have been abozt that but like i feel like it was)

LMFAO SOMEONE PASSING BY JUST YELLED AT ME ACROSS THE ROOM„wrong foot!“ I CANT 😭💀

Ok so apparently a lot of people know what foot kaz hinks on???

Lmao this one came from my friend who went to the con w me??? „You wanna be completely in character? Hink! Trust me thats the deatails“ i just sort of looked at him fir a minute and then he went „cuz rn ur just walking like u alsways do“ and idk what do respon😭😭😭

Cleared tho whole thing up. Apparently the motherfucker didn’t knew i hinked??? Anyway so i think he’s just an idiot bc i cant believe what he said later. Half an hour later he said „you’re hinking with the wrong foot“ LIKE MF I CANT CHANGE ME DAMAGED FOOT IM SORRY

Ok so i won a price omfg

Im honestly embarrassed by how fucking dumb and oblivious my friends are cuz i think at least seven strangers noticed my limb today and pointed it out and at least as many friends of mine that know me for a very long time haven’t even known about it? I mean i dont rly bring it uo but you have eyes.

Just won another price for being in character. Like the guy SAID IT OUT LOUD.

Why do so many people know which foot Kaz Brekker the Bastard Of The Barrel™️ hinks on?

Someone asked if i choose the character with the limb on purpose 💀💀 (worst part is: yes. Yes i fucking did😭😭💀)

Ok this one was kind of cute. I dont think they knew the character but they noticed i was hinking and asked if i was okay🥹 my heart melted

Its really weird how people are super supportive about kaz and tell me they really like that i represent disabled people by cosplaying him but at the same time just assume that my limb is fake??

Lmfao someone just said im a furry for hinking😭😭

I didnt think that ACTUALLY so many people would notice that im not hinking on my left.

I made this more as a joke tbh. I expected them to notice the limb but the side guys?? Seriously?? I was joking!!!

So turns out that i the only reason i permanently hurt my foot when i was eight, was so i‘d get attention (which i absolutely love! I love love love being the centre of attention for something that isn’t even represening me as a person! And the pitying? *cheffskiss*🤌🏼) and could say im representing kaz? Who I absolutely totally knew about when i was EIGHT? I mean ofc like duhhh. What did u think?

Ok so ive never had so many people even notice my limb on one day and now they’re all kinds of people noticing?? some are insulting my about it?? Why tf are you insulting for a limb? Like thats a genuine question: why?

Conclusion: even tho there were less people at that convention than living im my town, there were still 5 times more that ever noticed mine in years of having it there at one day

[tggwikia]

Limbus on tha brain

I need to know th sinners backgrounds esp like, dons and fausts bc I’ve brain rotted over them so much I have fucked up deatailed timelines on what happened to them. I gave them so much trauma

[azlovesem]

I have a good memory gir some things. Its hard to find suthentic writing about a reputable intense rehabilitation facility. I was court ordered there fuck who know why i fucked up donehow st the time. What was it. I fucked up so luch i cant remember i had to get bail there. So its fiction. But the people arent. And for get my stupid character who obviously walsnt there of his own free will. The people who really wanted help it was their stories that are way worse than anything ive written about i nevet git into detsil about those people yet. I dont know if people wanna hread it. I did sell drugs party sneak out to the casino racetracks strip bars and win that emrace with Pierre. Pierres fun on hot wheels ha ha ha. Im gonna call him up. That was the most fun few years arpund when i was there i was young. Everything was fun. The darker stuff in the vmnovel are some of my worse cohorts at the times family problems. Way worse than mone. This time i was pure fun. I did rob a lot i csnt into detail. Banks drug stores bingos cigarettes cash gold diamonds alcohol i was king i constantly robbed crown royal from the amherherstburg fmdistillery. There were people who didnt make it i had to fuck up. Deatails of that will never be important. Farmer is just one i dedicated the book to him. Or will. Dont fuck around. Even if youbsucceed in crime its not a success you just live long enough to regret it if ur smart at all.

Adorable

[maira-writes-shit]

Wait I thought-

Haikyuu Semi Eita x Shirabu Kenjirou

Misunderstanding, crack, angst (?)

Words: 2,218

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1FU8Zjr2qTIhOopGs58o8U?si=75949331e9d240d5

Semi was just trying to drink.

His underclassmen got in the way oft that though.

„Really? Him?“, came Taichi’s surprised voice from a few meters next to him.

„Yeah him, ok?“

Taichi started laughing at his best friend, Shirabu.

„Shut up, Taichi!“

„Calm down! I’m just saying your taste in men is questionable at best.“ the redhead got flipped off by his best friend.

…wait…Is Shirabu gay?!

No you must have gotten something wrong. Don’t get your hopes up, dumbass.

Besides even if he were why would he like you?

He hates your guts, Semi.

„What’s up, Asshole?“

Speaking oft he devil…

„Nothing much. How about you, Brat?“ the comment earned him an eyeroll.

„I was just asking because you’ve been staring at me for like a minute.“ „What? Can’t I just appreciate beauty?“

Shirabu’s cheeks went red and he sputtered a bit, at wich his upperclassman let out a little laugh.

He’s terrible with complements that aren’t about his volleyball skill…

Cute

The copper haired setter turned away and took a swing from his waterbottle.

„Dumbass…“ ,was mumbled under his breath as Semi stood up and held out his hand.

Now that he thought about it…it wasn’t so far fetched that Shirabu might be gay.

When Tendou and Ushijima told the team they were dating Shirabu was ok, even gave a small smile.

When a Senpai made homophobic comments last year Shirabu made him eat his words.

But all of those could also be a ally thing to do...

He also didn’t exept a single connfession from girls he got (which made Semi a little happy).

„You’ve been spacing off a lot latley.“ The setter jumped a bit at the voice that was suddenly at his ear.

„Oh god Tendou! You scared me there!“ „I’m used to that reaction. Anyway what do you have on your mind, Semisemi?“

„I overheard a conversation from Shirabu and Taichi and now…“ „Now what?“

Semi started to scratch the back of his neck, wich he always did when he was nervous.

„Now I ask myself if Shirabu might be gay.“

Tendou stared at him for a second.

„Oh he is.“ „WAIT WHAT?!“ „He’s pretty open about it too. I mean he did date uh what’s his name again? Oh yeah Ennoshita from Karasuno for a while.“

„Really? I never noticed…“ „Dude..how oblivious are you?“ „Shut up!“

There could actually be a chance for you..

No no don’t get your hopes up

But what if?

But what if not?

Why does this have to beso hard-

Semi’s inner thoughts were cut short by him noticing something or- someone standing in the gates tot he campus.

He walked a bit closer to find out who the person standing there was.

The person was a tiny bit taller, they had soft brown hair that shimmered slightly silver, they were looking at their phone while leaning to the wall probably waiting for somone, they were wearing some comfortable pants and a slightly t obig white jaket that looked like it could be from a sports team-

On the back oft he jaket…Aoba Johsai.

Now Semi remebered.

Yahaba Shigeru. Aoba Johsai’s second year setter and probably the captain next year. But what was he doing here

„Hey Asshole!“

Wait does he mean me?

Someone walked by him, torwards Yahaba.

„Shut up fucker. Let’s go.“, came from the person that walked by him

He knew that voice.

Semi watched as Shirabu walked to Yahaba who put down his phone and hit him in the arm as they walked away.

He blinked.

What was that?

Is it him? Ist hat the guy Tachi was talking about with him?

They did look really close…

„You seem in a bad mood. What happned?“

Semi hated Tendou sometimes. Espacially because he knew him so well.

„It’s nothing..“ „So it has to do with Shriabu!“

Semi sighed. „Yeah…“

Tendou flopped down on the bed and let his head fall from it to hang upside down, looking at the setter who was sitting on the floor playing with his nails.

„Tell me.“

„So you remeber what I told you about that conversation Taichi and Shirabu had, rigth?“ Tendou nodded „Well I was walking around to clear my head when I saw some guy standing in the gate. I walked close to you know see if I knew them.“

Tendou just continued staring at him nodding at some parts.

„And do you know who it was? Yahaba Shigeru. He’s setter at Aoba Johsai- anyway so I was questioning why he was there but he looked like he was waiting for someone so I watched a bit more until Shirabu came.“ Tendou perked up a bit.

„Yahaba was like „Hey asshole“ and Shirabu went „Shut up, Fucker. Let’s go“ and they walked away laughing and shit.“

„So now you think that Oikawa’s student is the one Shirabooboo and our resident redhead were talking about, right?“

„Tendou you are also a redhead…“ „Deatails.“ „But yeah. Exactly.“

His best friends rummbedd his chin, thinking: „Mmmhhh…maybe.“

Semi stared at him for a second.

„Wow thank you.“

He hit one ball after the other over the net.

Yeah that’s good. Put all your feelings into these hits.

Goshiki jumped to resive his serve.

„Ouch-!“ „Wait- shit sorry. Are you ok, Goshiki?“ „Yeah it’s ok. But are you fine, Semi-senpai?“

„Huh?“

„You put an awful lot of power into that and you only ever do that when you are felling bad.“

„Yea I’m fine.“ Semi walked away but he continued to feel Goshiki’s eyes on him.

Apperantly not only Goshiki’s because when Semi went to grab his waterbottle a voice came from behind him: „I don’t belive you are fine.“

„Oh god Shirabu you scare me- and what gives you the opinion that you know everything about me?“

Shirabu just rolled his eyes.

„I’m not saying I know everything about you, I’m just saying I know it when someone just pretends tob e fine. Also you’re really distracted wich you usually aren’t at all at practice“

The older sighed.

„Ok you’re right…I’ll talk to you after practice, ok?“

The copper haired teen nodded and went back to setting to a few first years.

„So now spit it out.“, attacked Shirabu him afetr practice was finnised.

„Ok…so there is this…person. And I really like them. It’s just that I think they might be in a relationship with someone else already…“

„You think?“

„Well they spent a lot of time together and they seem very personal and just very close just- ugh it’s so confusing!“

„Why don’t you just assk them?“ „It’s not that- have you ever been in love Shirabu?“

The younger of the two looked away, cheeks turning slightly rosy. „Maybe…“

Intresting…

„So you probably know how complicated it can be.“ „Actually no…I think love is very easy it’s just humans that are complicated.“

Semi had never looked at it like that. He was so right though.

„Thanks Shirabu that really hel-“  the older classman was interrupted by two people running torwards them.

Yahaba again…ah fuck.

„Haba, Yachi! What the actual fuck are you two doing here?!“

„Well you see- I was out with Kyou and may or may not have confessed to being absolutly and utterly fucked for him or by him honestly Idon’t care at this point-“

„Not important Yahaba!“

„Yeah anyway I also maybe ran away before he could say anything!“ „Oh god how stupid are you?! We need to do something about that right now!“ „That’s why we’re here.“ ,came the small voice from the girl -Yachi- who was half hiding behind Yahaba.

Shirabu turned around waved a quick goodbye to Semi and then ran torwards the 2nd year dorms with the other two.

Semi Eita was just dumbfounded.

Wait…wait I thought-

I thought they were dating? But Yahaba said that he confessed to that Kyou guy…

Shirabu was wrong after all! Love is fucking confusing

Semi continued staring at the underside of Tendou’s top bunk and sighed.

His roomate was sleeping over at his boyfriends room so Semi had their space all for himslef.

It was almost midnight by now and he was still awake.

Wide awake.

Pictures of Shirabu laughing, looking at him with worry in his eyes, making a snarky comment or giving Semi that stupid smirk, were floating around his mind.

Oh honestly how did this sarcastic asshole of a brat make Semi so stupid with love?

To say it simple: he was tried.

He had not slept at all last night trying to figure out not only his feelings but also in which relationship Shirabu was to Yahaba. He came tot he conclusion that he was stupid.

Someone flopped down in front of him.

Speaking oft he devil…

„You figured your shit out?“

„No Shirabu I did not figure out my shit. Did you?“ Shirabu seemed to not know what he meant for a second but then seemed to get it.

„Oh you mean Haba’s Kyoutani problem?“ Semi nodded. „Oh yeah so you see, my friend Yahaba has this massive crush on his winged spicker Kyoutani and what you witnessed yesterday was him freaking out because he told Kyoutani he liked him and the ran away.“ Semi huffed out a laugh.

„Yeah the two of them are just idiots! I could basically smell that they liked each other since day one! Yeah anyway me and Yachi then convinced him to call Kyoutani and now I’m just waiting for him to text me about how it went.“

„So…how do you feel about it?“ „Huh?“ Shirabu looked at him and he looked so innocent and Semi could feel his heart clench.

„I mean how do you feel about the two oft hem being together?“

„Well I’m happy Haba is happy. He isn’t the best when it comes to taking care of himself and I know Kyoutani will make sure that he is well. They work well together and they’ll make each other happy.“

„You seem to really care about Yahaba…“ „Why are you asking so much about him? Why do you care about who I’m friends with?“

„I just want to know you better, ok…I care about you and Yahaba seems to be a very close friend of yours.“ „Of course he is! He was my first friend and my only one for a very long time! I’ve known him since I was 8. When I moved here he was the only one that even tried to be my friend. Sure we have our differences and we argue but he is like a brother to me. I love him and I want him to be happy.“

Semi just sat there in stunned silence.

„Why? Why would no one want to be friends with you?“ that seemed to surprised Shirabu. „Well if you haven’t noticed: I’m a mean little shit that can’t keep his mouth shut.“

The younger looked down at his hands

„Is…ist hat really how you see yourself?“

„I mean that’s how everyone seems to see me at least.“ „I don’t see you like that.“ The copper haired boy looked up at him and asked with a hopeful (?) voice: „Really?“

„Yeah! I mean sure you can be sarcastic and snarky but you are so fucking talented and amaizing and smart!“

The copper haired boy smiled at him a little and his cheeks started to get a little pink.

It looked good on him.

„Hey Shira- oh sorry! You two about to kiss? Sorry for ruining the moment I guess.“

„TAICHI!“

Shirabu’s cheeks were burning red now and Semi also felt his cheeks warm up.

He hadn’t noticed just how close they were now but it really looked like they were about to kiss. Semi smiled a horrible smirk as he got a idea.

„Yeah exactly Taichi! You are interrupting us“ Shirabu’s head spun around so fast that Semi was a little worried. „We were just about to full out make out but you ruined the mood.“

„Well I’m sorry, Semi-senpai! I will excuse myself out now.“

„Wha- We were not about to kiss!“ „Tsundere much!“ „Tachi!“

„What? Would it be so bad to kiss me?“ Semi fluttered with his eyelashes resting his chin on his hand.

„No it would not be that I’m just saying-“ „So you would kiss me?“

?“ ,the older said with more hope and truth in his voice. „I-I mean yeah-“ he was cut off with Semi pressing his lips against his.

Shirabu’s lips were incredibly soft and Semi lost himself in Shirabu moving against him.

Tachi who the two had forgotten exsisted let out a whistle and they broke apart, red in the face.

„Uhh…“

„Oh yeah anyway one oft he first years broke his leg and Washiou wants us in the gym!“, Tachi told them as he walked away.

They hadn’t been able to talk about it yet.

Washiou had talked for an hour about safe practicing and then they had to practice fort he rest oft he day until it was drak out. Shirabu then had been dragged off by some oft he other 2nd years.

Semi went asleep that night with a slightly giddy feeling.

I kissed Shirabu…holy fuck I kissed Shirabu Kenjirou!

He couldn’t wait to talkt o him

To be continued...

[mysticprofessoralienhumanoid]

Turning down the akuma pt. 1

*feel free to add*

So, I've been seeing a lot of miraculous salt about Lila and class turning against Marinette lately and I've thought: wouldn't it be hilarious to see Hawkmoth try to akumatize Marinette and fail miserably?

I know it looks like it has nothing to do with this salt, but hear me out:

Marinette, like any other day, comes to school, just a little earlier than usual (to everyone's surprise), only to see her whole class looking at her with anger and accusing her of something terrible she did to their friend Li(e)la.

Which we (and Marinette) know is yet another Lila's lie.

They tell her how they cannot believe she could do something like this to their beloved classmate and how they can't have her as a class president anymore. Matter of fact, they don't even want to be friends with her anymore.

'Cause who in their right mind would want to be friends with a bully, am i right?

And well, Mari is pissed.

She just came to school! She came here to learn something new and fascinating about geometry and how interesting it is to watch some liquid change colors after adding some other as compelling substance to it.

Please, note her sarcasm.

And what she gets in return is some false accusations without any proof, may i add, and her, who she thought were real and trustworthy, friends to turn their backs against her and call her a bully. She just stepped into a classroom and drama already starts. Seriously, give her a break.

So she just stands in front of her whole class, raging in anger, pretty much trying to contain all the things and profanities she could say, that would only make the situation worse and she knows it.

Plus, it would still change nothing, 'cause her classmates are, from what she can see, blinded by Li(e)la.

And then, just like that, they all see a black butterfly flying towards Marinette and sinking into her purse, which then turns black.

They freeze and watch in horror how a purple, illuminating aureole forms around Marinette's kind and warm eyes turning them stone and cold.

Looks, like they know who is next Hawkmoth's victim...

Imagine their shock when they hear her say "No."

And now let's imagine how it was when Hawkie said his speech and all. 'Cause i like deatails, okay.

So i guess it was something like this:

"Ah, welcome, my Queen, it's a pleasure to finally meet you... I know how it feels to be betrayed by people who you thought knew you well enough not to make accusations like that. And that's why i grant you a power to get your sweet revenge on them. The only thing i want in return are Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculouses. So what do you say?"

And, as you probably figured out, she said no.

(The priceless look on Hawkmoth's face. I can't even- )

And from there it would only get better. I mean, imagine the conversation he and Marinette would have, while her class and ms. Bustier, who have arrived at some point, would only hear Marinette's answers, that would be totally out of context.

"Wha- Why?" Hawkmoth asks in a tone, like a kid, whom someone took his favorite toy from or said it's bad to play in mud.

And Marinette replies in a monotone tone, with a bored look on her face "Bitch, it's not the first time i hear this bullshit. I guess i just got used to it. You can't do anything about it, nor can i, so i just let it be. If they want to be on Lila's side and be fed with her lies, then that's what they gonna get, but when they'll come crying to me, I'm not even gonna move a finger to help them."

"Woah, that's kinda cold..."

She smiled a little and let me just tell you her class felt chills running down their spines. It was the scariest thing they've ever seen - Mari with a cold, crooked smirk playing on her lips. It was the first time they thought that their Marinette, their everyday Ladybug, could actually not be as innocent as she looks and that she has a dark side they've never seen before (and they don't really want to) "Aren't you suppose to be the evil one?" she teased him.

And then maybe he smiled a little to himself, maybe he was offended, who knows? "I see... Care to share the whole situation?" He just acts as some kind of her friend and they were on some coffe in a random café, gossiping. Actually he was genuinely curious and the whole situation amused him.

And that's how Marinette starts to rant about all Li(e)la's lies, explaining why each one of them is not true. She pretty much exposes her in front of her whole class, unaware of all the looks her classmates send Li(e)la when they start to notice holes in her lies and realize that Marinette was, in fact, right from the start.

Like, picture this:

"She once told them, she saved Jagged Stone's cat! A cat! He has never ever had a cat! Even better, he is allergic to cats, which he reaveled in an interview, so if they had done some research they would find out it's a fucking lie!"

That's when Alya send Li(e)la a quick glance. Marinette was right. Alya even watched this interview. Now she feels stupid.

"She told everyone she is a model. Then why she's not in any magazine, huh? Or in the internet? When i typed Lila Rossi i got nothing. Yet everyone believes her!"

She's right, Juleka thought. She has never seen her in any magazine Li(e)la claimed to had done a photoshoot for.

"Lila claims to be such good friends with the one and only Laydybug." that's when Marinette laughed and rolled her eyes, but as quick as it happened she turned into this cold version of herself "That's the biggest bullshit i have ever heard. Ladybug has never even said anything about her. She knows Lila only because she saved her from your akumas. Matter of fact, Lila hates Ladybug. I've caught her tearing a picture of LB and saying bad things about her and how much she hates the superheroine."

This time Li(e)la definitely felt eyes on her. Yet she still tried to act like she knows nothing and is innocent. But in her head she cursed Marinette; Li(e)la knew she was screwed.

And that's just a few of many lies Marinette exposed this day.

She also said how Li(e)la harrased Adrien and his personal space. She said how she had seen Li(e)la taking some book from Adrien's bag and later lied about being Volpina. Which was the moment Hawkmoth furrowed his eyebrows. Could it be her who stole his book... Gabriel was not happy with the news. He didn't like how Miss Rossi treated his son. He swore to himself he's going to talk with the principal (aka the only time he acted like a real father). He actually pitied Marinette and what has she gone through.

"I'm sorry to hear it... Marinette." he hesitantly says. Was he actually nice to a person he was trying to akumatize? But he could feel what was she going through, he saw all those things, all those moments and the stress and many responsibilities she had. He definitely did not want to go through what she was going right now.

Marinette smiled a little "Thanks... Hawkmoth."

Hawkmoth sighed. Looks like today there won't be any akuma.

And just like that they were all watching a white butterfly flying away from Marinette's purse and then through the window.

Marinette woke up from her trance and was greeted with a silence from her whole class. The last thing she remembered were the accusations she heard about herself and how all her friends turned against her.

So, her eyes turned cold, something her class wished to never see again, and sat in the back of the class.

[elisabethsdoppler]

Can I ask you for a little jonas and mikkel relation father / son headcanons like you did for magnus and katharina ? Does mikkel was aware as a father too, that jonas /martha had a crush on martha / jonas ? (I love your writting so much ♡ it makes me want to draw more...)

jonas & mikkel headcanons

a/n: adult mikkel is referred to as michael in this! it got really confusing once mikkel was born

thank you so much! i hope u like it <3

also this is basically just mikkel having déjà vu and jonas being an adorable child who is obsessed with cats

so michael doesn’t really remember much about before he was adopted

because of the drugs

fuck you ines

anyways!

but he has hazy memories of a blonde boy in a yellow raincoat who was nice to him

when hannah was pregnant she asked him what he wanted to name the baby

in his mind, the name katharina was all that came up

which he thought was weird

because katharina nielsen didn’t like them very much

and he definitely wouldn’t be able to explain that she was his mom

hannah was wearing a yellow dress, and when she moved to clear the plates mikkel mistook her for the blonde boy

it felt as though this had already happened

“i think jonas is a beautiful name,” michael said

hannah nodded, turning her head to smile at him

“i like it too,”

when jonas was born, michael and hannah were both really stressed out

he was premature

and both of them were terrified of messing up

when michael looked into jonas’s wide blue eyes

he knew that being a father was what he was meant to be

michael really didn’t like the hospital

it made him uncomfortable

but he stayed for a few nights because hannah was scared

she barely slept, she just watched jonas to make sure he was breathing and safe

when the doctors finally let them go home they were both even more stressed out

jonas was an almost scarily quiet baby

he barely cried

the first night back in the house, michael made hannah go rest

she hadn’t slept in almost 72 hours

so mikkel stayed up with baby jonas

whenever jonas would cry, he would get up to rock him back to sleep

a few months later, katharina and ulrich had their second child

as soon as hannah told him her name was martha, he almost dropped jonas

when jonas was starting preschool

he and hannah took him shopping for a raincoat

jonas picked a yellow one

which made michael almost faint

he wasn’t sure why

but on the way home, jonas held both his and hannah’s hands and jumped in the puddles

and michael felt like the image of a boy in a yellow raincoat in the rain felt familiar

but hannah noticed he was zoning out so she kissed his cheek

and so he forgot about the déjà vu

baby jonas was obsessed with cats

and baby bartosz was really nice AND had a very old and cranky cat named marigold

aka jonas’s favourite kind of cat

when jonas made friends with bartosz in kindergarten, that also meant he was friends with magnus and martha

it felt wrong to see jonas making googly eyes at martha

michael felt weird with both magnus and martha around

but this just felt straight up disturbing

he couldn’t tell anyone that martha and jonas were related because no one would believe him

jonas was a very empathetic child

he could tell if something was off or someone was sad

and he could tell his dad was sad when magnus and martha came over

so most of the time he went to their house

when marigold died, jonas cried a lot

aleksander and regina has her cremated

and michael had a cat funeral with jonas and bartosz in the backyard

they both cried and hugged each other

michael thought that even though the cat was gone

they still had each other

michael tried to avoid going to the nielsens

the older they all got, the more familiar they looked

but when mikkel was born, hannah offered to watch martha and magnus

and she made michael come with her to drop off all the kids

martha and jonas held hands in the backseat

“aren’t they a little too young for that?” michael asked, scrunching up his face in discomfort

he knew it wasn’t the age, but something was wrong

he knew he was ulrich and katharinas son

but he didn’t really remember his siblings in great deatail

hannah just laughed

she assumed he was just being overprotective of his baby

magnus was very awkwardly sitting next to martha and jonas

anyways, when they got there, ulrich let magnus and martha say hello to their new baby brother

and then he asked if hannah and michael could watch mikkel while he checked on katharina, who had immediately fallen asleep after giving birth

hannah had to go to the bathroom

so it was just him and this little baby who looked a lot like his baby jonas had looked

michael felt lightheaded

he was meeting himself

thankfully, a few minutes later ulrich returned and took mikkel back from his arms

jonas was distracted during all of this

because he had spotted a street cat through the window

he loved cats

on the way back home, jonas pleaded for a cat

but hannah said no, and their collective parenting style was too at least try to agree

michael felt weird

it was like time was running out

he couldn’t sleep

but he heard a crash from downstairs and went to check if there was an intruder

it was just jonas

he had dropped a glass bottle of milk

“i was thirsty,” he mumbled, looking down at his socks, “i’m sorry,”

“no don’t apologize!” michael said quickly, “next time, just wake me up and i’ll pour you a glass.”

after michael had cleaned up the mess he poured jonas a glass of water and brought him back upstairs

“why were you up?” michael spoke softly, “it’s late.”

“i had a nightmare,” jonas whispered

“it was that you left me and mama and i was all alone.”

“that’s never going to happen, sweet boy,” michael combed jonas’s soft blond hair back from his forehead. “i would never leave you or mama.”

“can you stay with me until i fall asleep?” jonas asked

that felt weirdly familiar, but michael brushed off the feeling

the most important thing was too be here with his son

everything else didn’t matter in comparison

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|THE PLUG| P.2|M|JIMIN|

**JIMIN GETTING A LATE NIGHT TEXT FROM ANOTHER “CUSTOMER” SEEMS TO STIR UP SOME FEELINGS YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU HAD ****

Smut/ LIGHT Angst/ A lil fluff

Jimin and the OC are both whipped at this point...

The OC get’s jealous and a tad bit bratty so Jimin has to put her in her place

Pierced and tatted Jimin

5K

Jimin is a soft dom and a whole daddy, I said what I said....

WARNINGS: Language, dirty talk ,Soft dom Jimin, light cum play, light choking, overstimulation, oral (F receiving) creme pie/unprotected sex,hair puling, Jimin likes to be marked, the OC has a slight pain kink, light daddy kink(it’s not said physically during sex moreso jokingly but it’s used within the series)

Jimin 💨💨😏12:07PM : I’ll be back in town tonight, be ready by 10...pack a bag because I don’t plan on returning you until Monday night…..

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It’s been a little over a week since you’d seen him, the night the two of you ended up going out to dinner Jimin informed you he’d be heading out of town to handle some “Business” . Though he obviously didint go into much deatail you weren’t stupid, I mean the reason you met him in the first place is because he’s your local plug. Well aware that he grows his own supply, so 9 times outta 10 if he was going out of town it was for some sort of drug transaction. Now what you weren’t too sure about is if Jimin handled things stronger than just some ganja...but at the end of the day the less you knew the better!

Honestly, you weren’t expecting much to come from “That night” but you’d be lying if you said it wasn't one of the best dates you’d been on in years.Everything from the conversation, his choice in restaurant ambiance, and of course the sex, fuck...the sex. The kind that could have you on the brink of coming just from the thought of it alone….yeah..that kinda sex!

Ya know what's funny ? While on your date, you finally realized you really don’t know much about Jimin Park, outside of the obvious. So why did your heart damn near fall out of your ass when he told you he had to leave for “business” ? Why are you so anxious to see a man that you barely even know outside of the bedroom?

Believe it or not, this past week is actually the closest you’ve ever felt to him on a personal level outside of sex. While he was away handling whatever, the two of you spoke frequently, typically via text but it’s just the principle. Previously, the only time you’d text is when you were reaching out for a late night “special delivery”. You’d never dream of texting him just because you were bored or stressed..or to share the bomb ass combination of snacks you put together while stoned. Yet as of late you didin’t question yourself if you went to pick up your phone just to forward some stupid Twitter meme.

You were finally starting to learn little things about him, nothing major but still, the two of you did all this backwards so now it’s like your finally transitioning into the friend category. Which excited you as much as it terrifed you...because at the end of the day, behind all the smoke and mirriors, the sex, the pretty face, the nice car...

Jimin.IS.A.DRUG.DEALER. Plain and simple, everything about his life won’t be as pretty as his face!

I mean fuck, what if Jimin went out of town to kill someone for fucking up one of his trancations!? Yes, I know that was a little dramatic, but to be fair..you really don’t “know” him that well sooo…..anythings possible!

Yet, no matter how many thoughts and scenarios you had buzzing through your head that still didn't stop you from packing that overnight bag!

It was going on 10 at night the Friday of Labor Day weekend, and THANK GOD for a four day weekend...Jimin had literally just driven back in town and the first thing he did was pick you up. Secretly feeling like a giddy school girl on the inside once you read his text, it was straight to the point no BS...just flat out “I wanna spend the weekend with you”

The usual cat and mouse game the two of you played were you acted as though the visit was supposed to be solely “Business” related was clearly long gone. Jimin didn't care how much weed you wanted or if you even wanted any to begin with, he just wanted you...in his bed coming on his dick until you were light headed. Plain and simple…

You heard the purr of his blacked out challenger creep up your driveway, as you may or may not have been impatiently waiting for him in the foyer. Freshly showered, overnight bag packed, sexy barely there lingerie, hidden under an oversized tee that you actually stole from him the last time you were over! Forcing yourself to play it cool you waiting for his normal “Here” text before bolting to the door, but to your surprise the minute the door flung open there he was. Resting against the frame of your screen door, skin extremely tanned from whatever state he just came back from. Especially in contrast to his crisp white V-neck, and freshly tousled blonde locks, lips looking even poutier than usual.

“Hey…” fluttered from your chest as you smiled up at him, fuck he was so.Damn.Fine. Brow arched in disapproval at your owe too formal greeting.

“Really!? Is that how you think I wanna be greeted, after not seeing you for a damn week?” There was something extremely sexy about the fact that Jimin did not appear to play games. Very straight forward about what he wanted...and right now that was you….

Head cocked to the side slightly, tongue playing at this bottom lip, eyes unraveling you from head to toe, his ring coated fingers signaled for you to come closer “ Come to daddy…”

Not even trying to hide the exaggerated sigh that left your chest as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The minute you stepped past the screen he scooped you up, hands taking purchases under your thighs. Knocking you back against the door with one deep roll of his hips, effortlessly snatching a moan from your throat while your head jerked against the glass.Blunt nails clawing at your ass while his tongue licked its way through the seam of your lips with a slight moan.Letting the metal bar from his piercing tease at your bottom lip in the process, fuck you couldnt wait to feel him between your thighs again! “Hii..” Slipped off his tongue, as he rolled his hips even deeper this time smirking against your lips in the process.

Hands roaming up his back purposely digging your nails through the thin fabric of his shirt before letting them get tangled in his hair. Taking a possessive hold on the strands at the nape of his neck, yanking his head back leaving his neck on full display. Breaking away from the kiss to suck on the owe so prominent vein probing through his skin. When it came to you Jimin's neck was his sweet spot, this man loved when you marked him! Claiming such a vulnerable yet “open” place as your own!

One hand coming up to caress the back of your neck holding you in place, as you sucked,licked and nipped at his skin. “Babyyyy” moaned past his lips as he stroked the side of your neck.

“Miss me?” the question was rhetorical, you could feel that he misses you even if it was purely sexual you were just curious if he’d admit it or

“I just drove 7 hours, and picking you up was my first stop...what the fuck do you think?” Another shameless moan rolled off his tongue , as your hands fell from his hair , kissing your way up his jaw, reclining it even more to give you better access.

A humm leaving your lips at that, though you were more flustered at his admission than anything “Good, because I’m over touching myself to that video we made a month ago....I need you to fuck me” Flicking at the hinge with your tongue smirking against his skin once the needies moan imaginable fell from his lips. While his hand crept into your hair, mimicking the hold you held on his, the new position forced you to stare into those big puppy dog eyes of his. Which were screaming how bad he needed you almost more than his cock was as it sat pressed throbbing against your thigh.

Tugging your bottom lip between his teeth, soothing the sting sligthly with his tongue, “Then we should probaly get outta here, before I bend you over, and fuck you on your damn porch!”

“Ohhh, is that a threat or a promise?” Brow quirked...testing your luck

“Baby, remember who your talking to then try that again, so you decide if you want little Susie next door to see you get fucked or not. Because the cops flicking me for indecenent exposure is the last thing on my mind….I’ll fuck you wherever you want me too..”

No, the sharp inhale that flooded your chest didn't go unnoticed, the smirk on Jimin’s face said it all “That’s what I thought….”

~~~~~

You found yourself stoned, laying in a sea of pillows on Jimin’s king sized bed,flicking through Netflix while he was in the shower. The sound of his phone ringing knocked you out of your current haze, not even aware he left it charging on the nightstand. Somehow you magically ended up all the way on the other side of the bed... Which is ironically where his nightstand was..hhmm Imagine that!

The number itself wasn’t saved but it was a local area code, you weren’t his girlfriend so it damn sure isn't your place to check and or answer his phone. More importantly, selling weed IS Jimin’s job. So you shouldn’t be surprised he’s getting random calls, hell you used to be one of those calls.

But thennnnn the person sent a text..and I mean you shouldn't look butttt……

(586) 445-8474: 11:12PM : Jiminieeeeeeeeeeeeee😍😍😍

You couldn't even help the snarl that naturally left your lips at that, everything from the nickname to the 83673 Emojis let you know this was a girl. But again your not official, not even close...so you can’t be mad….

Not even a minute later

(586) 445-8474: 11:12PM : It’s been too long, your favorite client is feeling neglected🥺 ...I think I deserve a special delivery…

“Of fucking course you do….” Eyes rolling to the back of your head more times than you could count, the dialogue just felt a little too familiar for you liking. But again, your not offical, and Jimin’s fine as fuck, you’d be stupid to think other "customers” didn;t have the same agenda as you. But still, THERE. NOT . YOU!

“Oh my fuck really!!?” Yes, you were legit yelling at the phone but I mean in all fairness..she was getting annoying she’s literally blowing Jimin’s phone up right now like dude CHILL! This is your third text in less than 5 minutes! Go play with your vibrator or something clearly he’s busy!

(586) 445-8474: 11:14: You already know what I want...just the usual with a little bonus on the side…..😏😏😏👅👅

I swear you almost threw up in your mouth at that, the sound of the shower shutting off had you flying over to the other side of the bed. Yet you couldn't wash the attitude off your face, not a damn chance....arms crossed eyes glued to all of nothing that danced along his flat screen.

Sauntering out, hair wet, slicked out of his face, his toned and tanned abdomen glistening...towel sitting dangerously low, v lines on full display. Standing there in all his glory, yet  believe it or not you were too damn annoyed to even be turned on right now!

“Your phones been having a seizure by the way…” Words leaving your lips dry as all hell earning an airy chuckle to fall from his lips. Still completely clueless to your current attitude...

“Oh yeah? Ya know, I’ve been saying I need a secretary..seems like your already on top of it...you down for hire?I’d pay you in more ways than one...” Slowly running his tongue along his teeth as he strolled in your direction, muscles flexing as he walked.

“Nah I’m good…” nothing subtle about the bite in our voice, eyes blatantly avoiding him and he already had an idea why. A slight smirk tugging on his lips as he walked over to his phone. Taking a quick look at all 8262 of his missed texts from his mystery customer before making his way over to you.

“Did you even notice I don’t even have her number saved?” To your surprise there wasn't a lick of attitude laced within his tone

Shrugging before he could even complete the sentence, an amused chuckle fluttered through the air, well, I’m glad he found this funny.

Bracing himself on his hands and knees as he crawled over to you, a knot forming in your stomach in anticipation! It was a lot easier to be angry when he was standing afar you didn’t need to see all things that were Jimin Park in close proximity! Fuck, you really didn't wanna cave..even though you really had NO right to be mad, but that's besides the point. Your in too deep at this point ya just gotta commit!

“Stop” spine going rigid at the almost primal glint  that hit his eyes as a narrowed in your direction.

“You know I don’t don’t have time to play games, I told you...daddy had some business to handle...I haven’t had time for anything...or anyone else….” Reaching over grabbing both of your ankles, yanking you down the bed in one swift notion. Breath hiccuping in your chest, at how quickly he moved you, often forgetting how strong this man really was. Positioning you right under him, caging you in. The strong scent of vanilla hitting your nose as you tried your damnedest to keep your best poker face on!  Yet all you wanted to do is lean up and taste those sinfully thick lips of his. He knew it too, the way your eyes immediately dropped down...so he hoovered..nice and low as he talked, purposely teasing you until you had to damn near mentally restrain yourself from chasing after him.

“‘I just got back in town and your the one in my bed so fix your fuckin face….”  There wasn’t any inflation in tone, nor did the tenor change within that tranquil lull he called a voice! Yet you felt you chest get tight..fuck everything got tight. Still baffled by how much authority just slipped past his lips in the calmest tone imaginable.

Turning your head to rest your cheek on the side of the bed, trying to avoid eye contact, clearly he didn't like that. “I never realized how much of a brat you could be ...your usually such a good girl for me is this what happens when I leave you untouched?!” Gripping a chunk of your hair right at the scalp . Tilting your head until your neck was arched off the bed , a hiss leaving your lips from the current sting that was fluttering from your scalp down to your core.

Eyes narrowing in his direction, jaw tight “ I. Don’t. Care. You don't owe me anything so-”

Cutting you off with a snarl, tugging your hair even tighter until he pulled a restrained moan from your throat “ Oh don’t give me that bullshit, you do care, and I no I don't owe you anything...but I’m choosing to let you know…”

Shifting slightly so one of his knees sat between your thighs, pressed firm against your heat, towel falling back on the bed in the process”So how long are you gonna try and sit in my face…” Dropping his posture so he was braced on one elbow...exchange the grip he held on your scalp for your waist. Digging his thumb into your hip “..And act like me telling you, your the only person I’ve been wrapped around...isint why your pussys fuckin soaked..” Pulling your panties to the side just enough to tease you. Slowly rocking your hips against his thigh. Body arching naturally needing to feel more no matter how much you wanted to fight it, and he gave you what you wanted. Lifting your hips, guiding you in a deep wave like motion, applying steady pressure to your clit until it was almost sticking to his thigh...even through your panties ...”Such a greedy little thing aren't you? your gonan fuck around and come all over my thigh if you keep it up, your clits already getting hard baby I can feel it…”

“Oh fuck meeee..” Hissed past your lips in slight defeat as your body betrayed you once again eyes fluttering to the back of your head as you clawed at his sheets

“ Oh I will, especially because..if were being honest... “ Reaching over with his opposite, grabbing a fist full of your shirt, yanking you upright while he rested his weight on his knees. Having your lips flush against his thigh, head lulling on your shoulder as they spread every so slightly, giving you direct  stimulation. Waving his tongue into your mouth, the kiss was hard, deep, so much so that he almost knocked the went out of you. “The idea of me... being the only one to fill you up get’s me sooo fuckin hard..”

Faint kisses fluttered against your lips as he took your hand in his, letting you take a little detour up his chiseled adbodomed, along his chest..edging your way down to his pelvis. Gently digging your nails into his V-Lines...eyes glued to the way his muscles tensed as you ravished over them with the pads of your fingers. Your fingers were tingling you were getting so impatient ...finally guiding you down to stroke his length guiding your movements. Almost as if he was teasing himself, not fully applying steady pressure. Or maybe he was waiting for you to take the lead. Work him in your hand like it was yours ….

The feeling of him hot and ready, throbbing against your palm had you stroking him on your own accord loving the site above you your own little private show. Watching his plush lips part as he slowly started to unravel eyes sitting low.For the first time since you've known him you were the cause of the sudden haze that washed over his body ...a low throaty moan leaving his chest.

“I can’t believe your over here trippin over some bitch on my phone when ....you got me right here hard as fuck ready to do whatever you want me to” Thoes words fell from his lips in nothing but a honey coated moan…”Mmm..you feel that? it's all for you if you want it…”

Aburputy knocking you back on the bed...body bouncing slightly against the mattress “You want it...your pussys telling me how bad you want it, these sexy little panties are soaked baby…” Eyes falling to admire the wet patch forming against your panties, a moan slipping from his lips as he pressed two fingers firm against your clothed slit making your body jerk.”All I thought about my entire ride home was making you come-”

The sound of another incoming text rang through the air completely snatching you out of the mood .

“You should probably get to that , wouldn't want you to miss out on an important customer. “ Rolling your eyes as tried to get up..you thought! One roll of Jimin’s hips knocked you right back on your ass.

“Do you really think I give a fuck about what’s going on, on my phone right now? Your not stupid you know what she wants from me….that’s why your so pissy-”

“I told you I-” 

“Fucking stop-” Cutting you off before you could continue your normal sechduled bullshit! 

“You know why she hit me up….”  Reaching for your shirt  again, pulling  you up to straddle his thighs “..And you care...”  Resting his forehead agaisnt yours…”lie to me again...I fuckin dare you...” There was a good 5 second pause that felt like it lasted a hour your heart was pounding so fast, while Jimin’s eyes pryed into yours “I’m not a child Y/N, I don’t play mind games! What I want, and who I want is right here-”…

“Prove it…”  Fell from your lips before you could even think about it, fuck it was so cliche but you meant it! 

There was a blatant shift once you said that, instantly, his face softened but his eyes got dark “I don't need to prove shit Y/N...you already know and that’s why your upset” Lips ghosting over yours as he spoke, fuck why were you already panting he hasn’t even done anything yet! “Actually... you could feel it,feel that shits shifting between us, and that’s the ONLY reason. You even give a fuck that some chicks on my phone” 

You throat got dry as all hell, deffiently not expecting for him to call you out like that “What you felt wasn’t in your head, it was real,and you’ll feel it again, and again. Until it sticks in that thick ass head of yours that we both have options, but clearly-” Brow quirked arrogantly, almost as if to say “You see where we are..,you already know whats up!”

Shifting forward to lay you back on the bed, grounding his hips into yours to hold you in place . pressing his lips against yours refusing to make the first move, now it was all on you, "Stop being stubborn and tell me that you want me, tell me that you want this..." Voice dropping to a sinful tenor, just as as dominant as it was needy!

"I want it" You didint even need to think about it because he was right..that's the only reason you got upset...you want whatever “This” is .

Slowly sliding his tongue past the seam of your lips at the admission...hands soothing up your thighs pulling back, yanking your shirt over his head "You look good in my shirt by the way..." the contrast of his rings against your skin was inviting since every inch of your body felt like it was set ablaze once he started placing open mouthed kisses down your stomach. Blowing over every spot he licked, eyes zoning in on the way your muscles contracted everytime. “Fuck, I can smell you from here…” Jimin’s mouth was literally watering as your arousal graced his nose.

Soft moans fell from your lips as he spread your legs even wider, pressing your ass firm into his mattress.  Hands kneading at your inner thighs, while you laid there fully exposed giving him free-reign to your body. Yet you didn't feel uncomftable, or embarrassed, in fact it was the exact opposite...suddenly feeling this need within you to let him have you any way he wanted.

“Do you always get this wet or is it just for me?” Teeth sinking into the side of your hip, making you buck into his mouth! Running away from the sting while begging for more all at the same time.

“You, fuck it’s you, please don’t do this, no teasing I’ve been needing you all day…” The admission was honest you woke up aching for him. Once he got to your hip bone you gripped the sheets on command anticipation for him to drag this out and tease you but boy where you damn wrong!

Reclining his jaw, placing his mouth over your lips, swallowing your clit in the process, “Jiminnn” Hands flying to his head, almost trying to pull him off , not expecting it to feel that intense...prepared for him to take it slow, edge you a little for being a brat. But it was clear Jimin wasn't in the mood to play games whatsoever tonight.

“Na-uh...I’m not stopping until your feel it...all of it…” Gliding his tongue along your folds, reaching up to free the hold you held on his hair, intertwining his fingers with yours instead. Back arching slightly as you squeezed down on his fingers, this man was treating your clit as if it was your tounge. There's no other way to describe the intense pressure he was applying to every inch of your heat. Licking,sucking,swirling his tongue around you like it was his life's goal to rip you apart nerve, by nerve  as quickly as possible. You could physically hear the sound of his lips sucking against your juices how wet, and messy you were. “Such a greedy pussy baby…” Smirking against your folds as he watched the way your entrance clenched and released around nothing, sliding his tounge over your slit again this time a little slower. Teasing your entrance, waving it in and out, almost grazing the top of your walls in the process.

By now Jimin knew exactly what do you to get you off within minutes if need be, lapping his tongue around all of the juices falling from every crevice. Eyes wired shut, as your body jerked and tensed at every deadly roll of the tongue, the added sensation from his piercing had you damn near crawling up the bed. You could feel Jimin moaning out a taste of you, every sound vibrated through your body as he captured your clit between his lips, sucking on it mercilessly grazing it gently with his teeth. “Jiminnnn fuckkk..” Back arching off the end as you squeezed down on his fingers even fighter, you were sure his fingers were going numb!  He wasn’t holding back on you tonight kneading out in pleasure burying your face into the sheets, biting down as hard as you could.

A breathy whine of his name feel from your lips as he already knew that meant you were coming, your clit started to tense beneath his tongue. Gently freeing your hand from his, brining it down to meet his tongue. Sliding 3 fingers in knuckle deep in one notion, which pushed you completely over the edge, a brittle cry left your throat. Body naturally jerking away from him as you came, trying to turn on your side, clamping your thighs around his head. Only making him moan even harder as your juices slide down his chin. The vibrations pushing you even further over the edge, working you through your orgasmn he relsed your clit, but still kept slowly pumping his fingers in and out. Soft praises fell from his lips as he watched you fall apart beanthe him.

“God your so fuckin sexy baby, you did sooo good..you taste fuckin amazing…” Voice sitting a little husky, already sounding fucked out. The only noise in the background was the low hum of the tv and the sound of your juices being being roamed around your pussy. Using your own arousal to get himself nice and wet, soft moans fell from his lips as he worked himself in his hand.

The sound alone had you eyes prying open as you reached up, tugging on his chain gently so he’d lean forward.”Come’re..”Sliding your tongue into his mouth, moaning out as you tasted yourself letting your fingers get lost in his slightly damp locks.”Why is your cock in your hand instead of my pussy?” Brow arched arrogently “Fuck, meeee” Biting down on his bottom lip, your request is more of a command, using the brattestt tenor ever but he didint fight you on this. Throbbing too damn hard for you to draw this out, a low growl hissed from his lips as he angled himself at your entrance, pushing into you making you ground your hips into the mattress the pressure was so intense. “Oh my god…” but you damn sure weren't running away, you needed him.

Tilting your head back, jaw slightly ajar, as the blunt head of his dick started morphing his way into your heat as both of you moaning out at the stretch, eyes flutter to the back of your head, bracing your weight on your elbows, while his lips connected to your ear “You feel it yet ?” panted from his lips you could feel him smirking against your skin. Whimpering out in response, slamming your lips back into his as he bottomed out completely damn near knocking the wind out of you in the process.

A low whine leaving your chest, while Jimin braced his hands on your knees spreading them to their breaking point as he started pounding into you.  Jimin was never one to fuck on jack rabbit speed, but he could still get rough and thats the modd he was in tonight, his thrust were slow and deep, but HARD. Pelvis bone grazed your clit at every thrust ‘Fuck I missed this, you feel so good around me baby, so fuckin tight” snarled from his lips

Teeth digging into his bottom lip as he fucked into you, the moans that fell from your throat only edged him on, you swore he was still throbbing even while being balls deep inside you. “How are you still so tight!? you just won't...ease up tonight fuckkkkk…” You were holding onto him for dear life, even as he slid out your pussy would catch him! Clamping down around the tip, walls never fully relaxing, almost as if he had to break his way through with every thrust.

“I told you I needed you, you fucked me soo good the last time baby...it’s all I could think about….” Arching your hips slightly meeting his thrust, challanging them actually,  egging him on to fuck you even harder “Yes-yes-fuckkk-I missed you….” Not sure where that came from but you didn't regret it and you weren't taking it back.

The confession ripped a moan from his throat, as he brought one had up to stroke your jaw, thumb flicking your bottom lip which you welcomed with your tongue. Sucking it into your mouth  with a moan as you rolled your hips even deeper, eyes glued to his.  “ Mmm, I missed you too, fuckk..” Head snapping back at how tight you just got upon him saying that, jaw tight, nostrils flared, completely consumed in everything that is you! “ Goddamn, I’m not gonna last, you gotta let up a little baby fuckk…”  Leaning over to spit directly on your clit.

“I can’t- I can’t -you, you feel too good..” Your words were so broken you were so close, exchanging the hold he had on your hip for neck. Applying just the right amount of pressure, while his other hand came down to work your clit, his skilled fingers circling the overly sensitive bud until your body felt like it was toppling over itself. Crying out his name in boken whispers, as you came with such force Jimin almost felt as if you were pushing in out from how hard you were pulsing around him.

“Fuck..” Growled from his chest, as his hips started to falter “So fuckin wet…babbyyyy…” sounding almost as if he was pleading for you to stop even though to be fair you weren't doing anything. Grinding into your slowly as you whined into the pillow. Bringing his fingers up from your clit letting you taste yourself,using it almost as a distraction.Lapping your tongue over the diggest with a slight moan. You started trying to fuck him back only earning a smack to the clit “No fuck, dont- I’ll come right now and I don’t- fuck- I dont wanan come yet…” Leaning forward to lick his way back into your mouth, deep and slopply, teeth clicking together slightly “It’s so fuckin messy god I love it...love fuckin your pussy baby…” Moaned past him lips as he started picking up his pace again.

“Mmm, I can feel it dripping out...I meant  I said earily...I can’t even get myself this wet...you fuck me soo good Jimin...so good” Letting your figners get tangled in his hair.

“Jesus..” He was winded, and ready to come then and there, but needed to pull one more from you, whether you knew it or not. Taking a moment to pull himself together,before slamming right back into you. The sound of his headboard banging against the wall muffled the sound of you completely falling apart. Once he found your spot again he rammed it mercilessly “Come again, come with me baby please..” Whined form his lips his voice breaking ever so slightly. This time you brought your own hand down to work your clit, Knowing exactly what to do you push you right back to the edge. “Yes, yes, fuck good girl, such a good girl  for me…” He could feel you getting tighter and tighter.

“Comeee, fill me up again baby….let me feel it, all of it!”Knowing you choice of words would push him over the edge,his thrust became uneven and you knew he was done. Your name fell from his lips repeatedly as his warmth spilled through you. Which is actually what triggered your third release, as it came crashing on top of you ripping a silent cry from your throat as your body spazzed around him. Pulling out slowly, only to play in his cum that was leaking out, swirling it around his fingers. Body jerking at every touch, shoving it all back in, followed by his length which had you back coming to a complete arch, nails digging into the sheets. Jimin feathered kisses all over your face, praising you repeatedly trying to get your body to stop shaking.He didn't wanna lose your warmth yet, he needed to feel you, soft moans fell from his lips as he tried to soothe you. His body still just as sensitive, and it didn't help that you were still pulsing around him.

Hands roaming up your thighs, his tongue stroking yours leisurely. Slowly grinding his hips into yours actually somewhat edging you ... giving just enough to have you on the brink of begging for him to give it all to you even though you really couldn’t handle it! Pulling your lips away from his tenantivily “I can’t feel my legs, your legit carrying me the rest of the weekend….” Straight up pouting and 100% serious though Jimin only laughed, an exhausted airy chuckle filled the room.

“Your fault, your challenged me baby girl...I guess you know better than to doubt me huh?” Flicking your bottom lip with ths tounge, the peice of metal teaseing your skin.

“I mean..I dont know, if you’ll fuck me like that everytime I do then maybeeeee-” The sound of his phone ringing finally his body from y yours with a loud sigh

“I gotta get that...All “after hour specials” aside..this..” Flicking his head in the direction of his phone “This is my job, this is my life, my phone rings at all hours of the night and realistically...if they want at least a quarter even if it’s after midnight theres a good chance I’ll make the drop….”

A long sigh left your chest because you knew what he was getting at, as I stated earlier Jimin didn't play games. This was his way of letting you know if you wanted to keep doing whatever “This” is...you’d have to get used to his lifestyle….

Nodding slowing...kissing up his face, until your lips found his again, there was no ulterior motive...you just wanted to taste him. “I have a couple contracts with dispensaries...and cbd shops which is good..because that’s steady reliable money...but I’m a hustler at heart. I take care of myself, have since I was 16, everything I do isn't as clean and pretty as my face…”  his choice of words were playful but there was nothing innocent about what he was implying!

Leaning down to kiss your forehead, a timid smile tugging on his cheeks, you could tell how vulnerable he felt right now. Brining your hands up to soothe his back as he talked.Not sharing too much because in the same notion, outside of the fact that you’ve been buying weed from him for damn near 6 months, on a personal level he dosen’t know much about you either. But considering the way things have escalated recnetly he knows he owes you atleast a vauge warning...

“I’m not gonna lie to you, all of my clients aren’t like Brandi...that’s her name by the way she’s a nurse...or the one who just text I’m sure it’s Tim..he’s an IT guy. They usually come to me once every other month and I put together a Little special. which is equivalent to 2 1/2 eighths! “

Eyes damn near bugging out of your head that,which made  it made him chuckle lightening the mood a little!  Eighters aren’t cheap they could be well over $150 depending on the type so between the two of them Jimin could easily make almost $1000 in one night!

“And yes, since I’m sure it’s been buzzing through your mind some of my clients are just a cliche and shady as you’ve probably imagained…..”

The sharp inhale that left your chest didn't go unnoticed, “ I’m not a rookie baby relax, I’m not reckless, but I’m also not innocent. There maybe nights, or even days were I go MIA and I won’t tell you where I am...the less you know the better.”

The idea of that alone kinda made your heart sink, nights were you'd have to feel him creak out of bed and not know where he was going and more importantly if he’d even make it back. “My lifestyle isn't for everyone, but my bills stay paid and it keeps my savings account up for a rainy day. I don’t have family to lean on...all I got is me...Soo I gotta do what I gotta do….” You heard his voice flutter in his chest at the mention of family, or lack there of!

Reaching up to cup his face in your hands, locking your eyes with his “Why are you telling me all this Jimin….” You needed him to say it..spell it out…

The smile that moved up his face as he licked his lips had your chest tight. The blatant fondness that dance through his eyes as he gazed back at you!

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you, and I don’t want too... I like the idea of you keeping my bed warm for me at night...but I don't want to paint a false picture of who I am. At the end of the day I’m not some corporate hothead in a suit, though I own a few and look damn good in it… too…”

Always so modest eyes rolling to the back of your head, an exhausted giggle left your chest “I like who I’m getting to know, and I know your not some super clean cut guy. And I’m not gonna lie it’s actually kinda sexy…..” You couldn't even hide the smile that creeped up your face if you wanted to as you felt his dick twitch, at the sudden praise.  Almost forgetting he was still buried between your thighs. Making it damn hard to focus on much else  now….

“I-I don't really know how this whole thing works, but I don’t mind trying..and just taking whatever this “thing” is..day by day with you….I’ve known who you were since, the first night I let you in...I’m not expecting you to be anything other than the guy I met outside of Jhonnys” Thumbing at his bottom lip, feeling somewhat anxious after you spit all that out...

The purest smile stretched across his face until you were almost questioning where his eyes went! Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, nodding slowly , you could physically feel the tension leaving his body .

“You can come with me if you want...I won’t say that often, actually probaly ever..but Tim and Brandi are harmeless..and they live in the fuckin burbs!  Also, it would let Brandi know that I gotta take my late night specials off the menu…”

You couldn’t help but snort out a laugh at that nudging his chest playfully “If I go there's 3 stipulations.”

Brow arching in curiosity ‘Hmmm?”

“1st, you need to roll me a joint, because my muscles are aching thanks to somebody!! “ A smug smirk tugged on his lips at that

“Two….you gotta buy me whatever I want from 7/11 because you live in Africa and I need snacks for the road” A cackle ruperted from his chest, Jimin had one of the purest laughs you’d every heard. What makes it even better is he laughs with his entire body, almost falling off the bed in the process.

“And last ...were gonna play 21 questions….on our ride down there...I’m not here to find out your secret sauce for your fire hybrids..I just ...wanna get to know you...not “Jimin The Plug”...just..my Jimin…” Feeling somewhat shy once you said that, especially because you already claimed him without even realizing it! But the smile that moved up his face as he strolled closer killed any doubts…

“Your Jimin” Hmmm..I like that, and it’s a deal...to all three...and thennnn…” Crawling his way over to you, letting his body hoover over yours “When we get back...we can crawl back into bed and I’ll  fuck you right to sleep…”

THATS ALL SHE WROTE!!! FOR NOW...I ACTUALLY ALREADY HAVE AN IDEA FOR PART 3 ( IT GETS A LITTLE ANGSTY) SO IF THIS GETS ENOUGH LOVE ILL ADD IT TO MY LIST. IF YOU LIKED IT “LIKE IT” COME DROP BY THE ASKS AND LEMME KNOW…

SIDE NOTE: Leave a comment if you want me to do a little excerpt of  their 21 questions car ride...for the MOST part the questions will be legit. Not “what's a kink I don't know about” it will be them actually getting to know each other BUT it’s Jimin so it will get a little cheeky of course!!

UPDATE AS OF 9/8- I AM DOING A 21Q’S CHAPTER...SOOO SEND ME QUESTIONS YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THE OC AND JIMIN!! 

LOVE YOU GUYS AS ALWAYS,

ROCKI

[anieswrld]

ghostin’

pairing: stan x reader (past: richie x reader)

warning: angst, death, crying, and a mention of miscarriage ,just be careful

“i know that it breaks your heart that i’m crying again, over him.”

enjoy.

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March 8th 2019

It was a typical day with your boyfriend Richie, he had dropped you off at work, now you’re waiting for him to be picked up. He was 40 minutes late. He was never late, you decided he got sidetracked so you went back inside. You overheard your coworkers talking about somebody who got hit by a semi truck on highway 394. That was the way Richie took to get you. You walked over to your coworkers Lilly and tapped her. “Do you know anything else about the crash...?” She nodded and read the news article, “20 year old male with the only identification being his last name Tozier found on a letterman jacket. Killed on scene...” You dropped to your knees and sobbed so loud that the people on the top floor would hear you. Lilly noticed that the last name was your boyfriends and called the next number on your phone, Stan.

 “Hello Stan, this is y/n’s coworker Lilly, she found out about a car crash Richie was in- yes i’m so sorry for your loss, could you come get her, she’s really worked up- yes- yes thank you, sorry for your loss again Stan.” Lilly hung up, kneeling down beside you and rubbed your back. “Honey Stan will be here to come get you, call me if you need anything” You nodded and hugged your knees, not even 10 minutes later Stan came in and picked you up and put you in his car. He tried so hard not to cry, but Richie was his best friend, but he needed to stay strong. “S-Stan?” He looked at you “Yeah?” You looked down and played with the hem of your skirt. “Do you know any deatails, like what he was wearing or how it happened?” He nodded and ran a hand through his messy curls. “He was wearing his black sweats with a Queen t-shirt on with his highschool letterman jacket.” Stan reached into the back seat, grabbing the letterman, the only thing being recovered from the accident. You took it from his hands and cried into it, out of curiosity you reached into the pockets and found a ring with a note Stan read to you because you were too shaken up. “Remember to propose to y/n.” You laughed a little knowing that only Richie would have to remind himself to propose. “H-He is- was so stupid sometimes.” Stan nodded, “How about you stay at my house for a bit.” You nodded and tried your best to stay calm.

[present day, january 13th 2020]

Almost a year has passed since Richie’s accident. You ended up moving in with Stan, unable to sleep alone at night. You also ended up falling in love with him, despite crying at night about Richie. He helped you through it though, he knew how it felt, but he also understood how it was different. You started to hate yourself because you wouldn’t stop crying about him. Usually Stan would hold you and listen and calm you down, tonight was different. You were up crying again and Stan got up and went to check on you. “y/n baby?” You looked at him “You okay babe?” You stood up, “No I am not okay! I cant get over this stupid loss! It wasn’t even Richie’s fault! He got hit and n-nobody even fucking c-cares anymore!” Stan’s eyes went from soft to sad within your rant.

“Y/n you do know that he was under the influence right?! He had a drinking problem! And I do fucking care! That was my best fucking friend, and he made a stupid fucking mistake and I just have to pity you- as if Im not in pain everyday because Richie isn’t here and I know you don’t love me like you loved him! I know I’m the second option which is why you chose me!” You blinked before softly speaking, “He was d-drunk?” Stan nodded. “S-Stan I love you, it’s just that I-I will never love someone like I loved h-him. I hate myself for making you watch me s-suffer and cry over your best friend. I p-promise you’re not just a second option Stan! It’s just that it’ll never be like what I had with R-Richie...” Stan nodded and went into his closet and pulled out two scrapbooks titled ‘my best friend.’ You smiled opened it, seeing pictures of Richie and Stan in 5th grade, a year before you came into their lives. Richie always had a dorky smile, a smile you wish you could’ve seen that day after work. He had a smile that could light a room up. You looked at the scrapbook seeing tears drop onto the pages, you glanced at Stan and saw him crying. You were too busy thinking about you to notice that Stan was hurting. He flipped through until he got to senior prom, Richie was wearing this god awful blue suit, while you wore a black dress. Stan wore a suit, you three went together despite Stan being a third wheel. He flipped into the other one finding a picture from the baby shower you and Richie had before you suffered a miscarriage.

For some reason the loss of Richie will always be worse than your baby. You looked at how happy Richie was in the picture and remembered all the times he’d mention a stupid baby name. Stan flipped back because then he found his favorite picture. It was of you three on the beach smiling and being happy. Stan flipped back to graduation and smiled at how happy Richie looked that day. “H-He thought he wasn’t good enough for graduating...but he did S-Stan” You looked at Stan “This was the happiest i’ve ever seen him without you there y/n” You were at graduation but nowhere near the two boys. “He was so happy he bought us an apartment.” You laughed at your Boyfriends stupidity. You would never call him your ex because you didn’t choose to lose him. Stan closes the albums, putting them back where they belong. “Let’s get some rest y/n” You nodded deciding it wasn’t the time to ask about further details on Richies accident. You laid your head on Stans chest and finally got a full nights sleep since march of 2019. You finally felt some closure with the whole thing. You got through this, you got past this.

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@homosexualkaspbrak i’m sorry bub

[thedeviantpisces]

The halfway point

I told myself I’d make this blog on the side and begin to write again, but just as I’ve had a nasty habit of doing all my life, I picked up a project to only put it down and forget it was something that I even began. I could use the excuse of work as as my crutch, as that seems to be my latest nasty habit. But when it comes down to expression of self I’ve always had some form of an excuse to duck and dive going deeper and being more committed to my emotions and letting them out - ironic coming from someone that can never seem to just shut the fuck up.

The further I seem to make it into this life of mine, the more and more I begin to question my own validity. Revisiting the breakthrough I felt at the beginning of this year and comparing it to where I am now, I’m beginning to realize maybe my ability to (barely) feel fine again comes from necessity rather than truth. I know how to work hard in the physical sense to get what I want, to achieve that security I’ve been looking for. I know how to stand at attention for fourteen hour days with a fake smile that appeases crowds and make everyone else’s lives around me just a little better from doing things or having what they want. I know that now this is my role most days in a week; I’m no longer responsible for just myself, but a community of people. I can’t just hide in the corner wallowing in thoughts that make no logical sense or yield nothing positive. I cannot just walk out of that place every single day saying “I don’t care”. Because if I don’t care, everything I will have worked so hard for will have been for nothing. If I don’t care, it affects far too many people now. And it is with THAT fact alone right there I think I’ve learned to form a persona that can “handle” it all.

Still that dark little friend that sits in my chest still waits there daily to crawl out of any crack or crevice that I’m not careful enough to patch up.

I look around my room to pictures, moments, and mementos from my past that make up me. I look around at just about everything in this sad little room and realize 95% of the thoughts, feelings, memories, and people attached to these things are gone. They are gone because of time, because of distance, because of lack of effort or an excess of disagreement. I look around this room and realize all of these things and moments were supposed to be part of what makes me who I am.

But who I am feels like a hallow shell of who I could’ve been.

I have no friends that have been here with me all of my life because it would seem I’m not good at making long term connections. I have people I see, people I’ll go out with in this temporary phase of friendship just to go and numb myself with alcohol or weed or senseless distractions. But I don't have anyone at the end of the day that I can truly say I’ve made a (positive) impact on their lives. I don’t have anyone that knows who I am to my core, mostly because I’m ashamed of everything that I truly am. The messy, clumsy, overly sensitive mess that is me isn’t something I’d wish on anybody. And even with those good people that have truly tried to love me and be good to me, I didn’t know how to reciprocate back - I ran and left them with a ghost and wasted time. One of my biggest regrets is the fact that I’m always going to be a villain in some people’s storylines, people who have deserved much better.

I don’t tell anyone how morbidly my head thinks and how heavy my heart feels because they’d probably think I’m insane. Hell, most times, I think I am insane. I can’t tell anyone how I go to work and see older folks struggling to do their daily tasks and can only feel my heart break for them. How I see that and think bitterly that my own grandparents didn’t get to make it that far in life, or even worse how Deb is going to be at that point one day with nobody to care for her. I don’t tell people how my head hits the pillow at night and thinks of death and how everything I know and love will die in one way, shape, or form - physically or in the emotional sense. I don’t tell people I cling so closely to time with my family because I’m so scared I’m going to lose one of them ANY day and can't bear the thought of not having loved them enough while I’m still here and able to... they’re the only people that I feel safe with. I don’t tell anyone that I hate EVERY. FUCKING. DEATAIL. of my body, my face, the way I walk, the way I talk, the way I laugh. Fucking EVERY little thing. I don’t tell anyone that I wish I knew how to be quiet and HATE how much I talk, because I’m so worried at what people think in the silence. I don’t tell anyone that some days I’m just so tired it pains me to do any little thing because I feel so fucking lazy saying that. Knowing that depression holds me down like a weight when so many other people in this world have so much worse going on makes me feel like I should be grateful for the good life I logically know I have. I don’t tell anyone that I think about all the wrong I’ve done daily and how I feel I deserve bad karma for every single heart I’ve broken and life I’ve negatively affected.

So many people have a different version of me saved in their minds and nobody really has a version of who I am now, who I am truly or deeply, and I don't know whether I’m grateful for that or not. I started off this year thinking I was on track to knowing and affirming who I am and what I want but now I only feel more stuck than before. There are days I truly wish I didn't exist but it sounds so awful to say out loud, so extreme, for someone who is so far from being suicidal or self harmful. I want to be happy but I also want to hide in my shell like a turtle and only poke my head out when I have to. I keep thinking life might be easier if I just keep to myself and stay alone because I feel that’s all I’m worthy of. I sound so self-pitying and I disgust myself but if I don’t write it down and let it out it’s going to keep consuming me until it overflows.

I feel like I only matter when I’m contributing something (good) to people’s lives and that is the one thing that will always keep my candle lit, no matter how dim the lighting may be.

[sapphic-sex-ed]

I want to lose weight. So bad. I want to be pretty. My mom says i can't wear certain clothes because of my weight. I can't express myself the way i want because of her. Fuck i just feel like starving myself and walking till i feel like passing out. Maybe then I'd be pretty like my family wants. Fuck i need help but it's quite literally impossible. My mom just invalidates me with her shit. And I'm homeschooled. Fuck i just want to be pretty and to leave.

Hello anon I am sorry to say this but your mother seems really abusive.  What she is telling you is a lie designed to put you down and criticize you. We are not a weight focused blog and there are limits to the help we can provide, but the blogs Fatphobia-Busters and Chubby-Bunnies as well as the instagram activist Megan Crabbe can be great resources to you, especially Crabbe’s book that I won’t link because it’s on amazon and there is the strike today (July 10th) so I won’t give them the trafic, but she has links on her instagram leading to her publisher’s online shopping. 

What your monther is doing is actively causing you an eating disorder, and as a survivor of one, I want to let you know that that voice in your head, wether it is the one of your mother or her internalized words, is bull shit. It will critisize you, complain about every minute deatail about yourself, but it will never be happy, and so you will feel better by fighting it. I know it’s hard, especially when the message is delivered home by outside sources too, and if you have the means please reach out to a counselor or psycologist. 

And lastly, beauty is something pushed on us by the patriarchy. We as women or women alinged are told that our biggest value lies in our looks, and so we are pressured to conform to arbitrary standards that - whatever some assholes on the internet or irl tells you - has no basis in evolution or biology. As Crabbe writes in her book: 

“You are not the problem. Your body is not the problem. The problem is the culture. (...) This is something that has been done to you, to all of us. There is absolutely a problem, but it’s not you.”

- mod liz

[themanliestmuppet]

This is really helpful because most of the times when I'm just freaking out and crying I just get mad at myself because I have a pretty fucking decent life and then I start to freak out more because I don't appreciate what I have and since I have "no reason" to be sad when little things happen like I gat a bad grade or my mom gets mad at me, all my emotions just go into that and I "make a big deal out of things" and "play the victim" and I get even more upset because that's technically, without the other deatails, correct and it's just a fucking exhausting cycle.

one fairly common experience of gifted children is wishing for pain. wishing you had some great big horrible thing in your past so that you can justify the pain you’re in, and so that you’ll deserve help. it’s exhausting and it fucks you up and to anyone out there who feels like they haven’t suffered enough to get help: you’re allowed to want help. you’re in enough pain. you deserve to feel better

[human331279]

SO WHAT THE FUCK this dude calls me and I pick up expecting a scam call this dude says hes my boyfriend of 3 years and that we have two children together they somehow know my real name age and a few other deatails about me apparently I'm HYSTERICAL when they wont fucking stop calling me babe pumpkin and other pet names apparently they're also 17 and are taking the children and moving to london I checked the call records and theyve called 5 other times one of which lasted 5 mins WICH I DONT FUCKING REMEMBER I dont know how this fuckstick got my number or knows my name but I'm starting to think this dude is a fucking stalker and when I get upset that they wont tell me who the fuck they are that ask if I'm off MY FUCKING MEDS and threaten to send me to a mental hospital and I just cant I just fucking cant

[davidreijners]

EXACTLY!!!!!!! in all my theories, i always had at least till episode 7 covered, even tho i had no idea how they were gonna do episode’s 5 friday – the party, the kiss, the breakdown. now that’s also covered and i’m thankful we didn’t have a kiss (in my most reasonable theory it would be sara’s birthday party, she’d kiss matteo but he would immediately stop and say he wanted to break up, but david would unfortunately see the kiss, walk away, matteo would see that david saw, would go after him, not be able to catch him and then cry thinking he ruined things between them). BUT I NEVER KNEW WHAT THE FUCK WOULD HAPPEN ON EPISODE 8!!! literally. it’s a total blank.

i wouldn’t like to think it’d involve jonas anyhow, he just needs to be a supportive friend for matteo right now.

i also don’t think matteo is very likely to have a manic episode. if he does have a mental illness, i feel like he would have a ‘depressed’ episode (i don’t know exactly how it’s called), one he just wants to stay in bed and not talk to anyone – especially david. so i don’t know how that would play in episode 8??????

at this point, i think it makes more sense to the breakdown be around david, somehow. but i also have no idea how????? or what????

like you said, it makes me very anxious, but at the same time I LOVE druck for doing it. i kinda dig the anxiousness and excitement of not knowing what will happen (especially in this season, which i know by heart every single deatail)

And now we’ve reached the point where Druck can’t stick to the original storyline any longer. I refuse to believe that David is just going to show up at Matteo’s doorstep in episode 7 and Matteo will take him back so easily. In the original Even was probably already in his manic state or hoping to never reach one again, while David can’t just ignore his trans identity and “hope it will never come to the surface.” So, they need to TALK. They need to address David being trans in either episode 6 or 7.

So, what I’m confused about is the breakdown of episode 8. David’s coming out would be covered. But what could possibly disconnect them again?

Here are my theories:

1) Jonas finds out about Matteo’s role in season 1.

2) Matteo won’t be able to graduate.

3) Matteo experiences his (first) manic episode.

4) David’s past is sucking him back in - maybe his living situation, Laura or his parents will be a problem.

Either way, now we are left completely unaware of what’s going to happen next. And while this makes me very anxious, it’s also refreshing and the 2016 skam experience all over again.

[anuxanamoon]

Kinda sorta low-key pissed.

So apparently there was supposed to be a walk out today and I as fucking excited cause I never done it before. I even asked my fucking dad if I could do it cause it's like a protest to the superintendent of my towns schools cause they're trying to make budget cuts and the schools are suffering for it; we can't go on any field trips or have after school, and I go to a fucking art school so budget cuts aren't what we need going on right now.

But I feel like shit cause I'm in English class and my friend's are sitting across from me paying no fucking mind to me, I guess I should be used to it by now.

Anyway the fucking walk out was cancelled and rescheduled to next week, only people is next week is a long fucking time away and I'm impatient as a mother fucker also my mom gave me ten dollars to use cause it was at 11 a.m. and I was just gonna be walking around downtown until 2:15

I wanted to go window shopping with my friend but she left early.

Fucking English sucks actual anus. We're reading this shitty book called Sula and I've read maybe two pages before realizing I actually hate it- it's about this little black girl in the 1920's going through life. The book's good in the sense that the description is on point but the plot isn't for me.

I'm reading "organic cigarettes" on wattpad. It's an Ereri fanfic, it's pretty well written.

Okay that's an understatement. I love this book the deatail I'm each paragraph is like getting high for an auothor. Its like an orgasm every sentence, fuck I love that book. Go read it.