#yes im avoiding my video that I'm working on in this way

[starppleb]

Or what if it related to The Hex?

Like what if it has the power to release the game characters.

Also, what if characters from the GameWorks are souls traped by the Lucifer?

The consciousness needed to come from somewhere. If it thinks it is alive motif.

Aren't the hex characters can be based out as the deadly sins or whatever.

Like Weasel Kid is Pride. How he crumbled under the negative reviews.

The Walk guy is Envy. Their envy of other, of not being the award winner.

Bryce may be Gluttony. He's a cook, and also how he's in the end was too overpowered because of excessive training.

Lazarus is Sloth (?). His disconnection from the events.

Reginald is Wrath. His desire to take revenge on Lionel.

Chandrelle is Greed. For idk, i didn't think this that deep.

Rust is Lust. In a way of longing for something gone.

Also the stages of grief as Lionels emotions tru games.

Denial - Weasel Kid. Denial of the fall.

Anger - Bryce. Anger of being taken from his place.

Bargain - Chandrelle. Her Bargain against the system.

Depression - Rust. I would give a guess and say that guy is depressed.

Acceptance - Lazarus. His acceptance of his place in some way.

I got really floppy here, but i need to rumble.

Ok. Im done with going crazy about this myself.

Inscription spoilers and stuff!

So the OLD DATA. It exists, it holds the power to destroy the world and maybe save it.

What if it's not a nuclear weapon. What if it holds the power to Inscript living being on to cards?

Hear me out.

The scribes obtain the power to change the game the world to their vision by inscribing the enemies on cards.

It is both an end of the world and a salvation of one.

End of the act 2 inscription and a beginning of a special act.

Thank or blame Flaw Peacock for reminding me that I do theories, too.

He suggested that in the end Luke tried to Inscribe Amanda on some cards. After discovering the OLD DATA.

So it is the main inspiration!

[kings-highway]

haikyuu ship headcanons except i forgot to think of a theme so they're all unrelated

daisuga: absolutely they casually kissed sometime before confessing to each other. Either as a joke/gag between friends, a dare, or maybe for some kind of student film/stage production, their first (romantic) kiss is definitely not their first kiss. Its probably not even their second. I'd hesitate to say third.

iwaoi: Iwa uses Oikawa being "needy" as an excuse to hide his introvertism. Makki and Mattsun are trying to drag him over to play video games for the 3rd time that week so Iwa's just "ahh, can't, Oikawa's already mad I ditched him the last few nights. You know what he's like, he gets so whiny if I don't give him attention," and meanwhile Oikawa is waiting for him by the gate like "alright I'll walk you home so the lie holds up, but you're giving our friends a bad impression of me and I don't appreciate that."

tsukkiyama: yamaguchi decided he was going to marry tsukki very young and tsukki did not get a say in this. like I'm thinking 11 years old and yamaguchi is daydreaming like "yeah. im gonna make him my husband." concidentally this is also why he doesnt get jealous of girls confessing to tsukki because he has this incredible internal conviction that they'll be married one day. basically he spends the next decade of his life wooing him over and playing the longest game ever and it works. tsukki never realizes exactly how young he was put into yamaguchi's trap.

ushiten: tendou was absolutely downright plagued by sex dreams starring Ushijima in their second year and into their third year and this was incredibly alarming for him because he had never even had a crush on anyone before, nor a dream like that previously, and he hadn't even consciously realized he had any attraction towards him beforehand. well thats one way to figure out you have a crush. and that you're gay.

kagehina: wrong culture but I think these two would fucking nail the promposal thing in theory, but they'd be competing with each other to see who could prompose first and theyd be so caught up in avoiding the other person's so that they could be the one to do it that they'd never actually ask each other to prom and then theyd have to go together but technically alone because they never asked. like theyve been dating for 2 years they both knew theyd say yes, they simply did not let the other ask because they wanted to do it.

matsuhana: they would both deny it with their whole chest, but they actually look up to Oikawa and Iwa as a couple, and will often default to asking them for advice. Even when its really complicated stuff, they trust their judgement. Mattsun and Makki met in high school, so they've always been really jealous of the long, childhood best friend thing and want to be able to know each other that well.

[christiannerd]

IBS is a disability

TW for discussion/vent about how a disability affects me, and mention of having to hide pain

Disclaimer: I am new to Tumblr, and have yet to watch an etiquette video. If I have accidentally said or done anything I wasn't supposed to, it was entirely unintentional, and I deeply apologize. I will correct it as soon as I am made aware.

Warning: long post ahead (under the cut)

IBS should be considered a disability. I know a bunch of people in the disabled community online already consider it one, but legally it's not considered one.

Sure, im still able to have a job and do my school work, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make those things harder than it would be for someone who's digestive system isn't a mine field.

What happens when I have a flare-up at work? Which, by the way, has happened before. I can't just take a 2 hour bathroom break in the middle of my 8 hour shift! So I just stand there. in pain. ignoring the pain. keeping that customer-service smile on my face so the customers don't notice I'm in pain.

One time (before I had my meds, so the pain was a lot worse back then too) I was working a shift and my boss stationed me in the elevator. Literally the most useless job I could have been given, I was just there to press the buttons for customers. (I had a more important role at one specific spot in the shift, but that lasted like 5 minutes). I had a flareup towards the beginning of that shift. I could tell this was going to be a multi-hour bathroom visit, so I couldn't do anything about it until I got off work. I was in so much pain that I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But of course, I couldn't do that. I had to stand there, and smile, and keep working. So not only was I having to smile through the judgemental stares and comments bc I was being paid to press elevator buttons, but I had to ignore being in agonizing physical pain as well.

Its not that my IBS stops me from having a job, but it probably effects my performance at my job. Who can focus in that much pain? Sure that day focus wasn't really an issue bc I was just pressing elevator buttons, but in any other position it would have been a major problem. And if I dealt with the problem to make the pain go away, I'd lose several hours of work, on a consistent basis, and probably be fired for it.

And as far as school, hygine, and social life goes, I lose several hours out of my day, every day, to being stuck in the bathroom trying desperately to make the pain go away. You think that doesn't effect my ability to find time for homework? You think that doesn't effect my ability to make it to class? You think that doesn't effect my ability to take care of my body in other ways?

I very often have to choose between going to class or taking a shower, because the time I was suppose to be in the shower, I was on the toilet. I often have to choose between getting my homework done, and spending time with friends, because the time I was supposed to be doing homework, I was stuck in the bathroom. I know homework vs social life is a common time balancing problem for students, but for most people it's "less time with friends to get the homework done", but for me it's very often "no time with friends to get the homework done". It's so isolating. If I didn't see these people at church, and at club meetings, I'd probably never get to see them. (and yes, I have missed or been late to those bc of my IBS as well)

My IBS has kept me up until the middle of the night before. It's made me miss class. It's made me late to things. It's made me miss exams! (Thank goodness my professors were understanding enough to let me take it another time).

The only ways I can manage my IBS is by taking meds, and/or severely restricting my diet. My pills help me be able to avoid some of the pain from eating food, but like any disability aid, it doesn't help 100%. Without my meds, most vegetables are completely out of the question. So is a long list of fruits, and so many other things. Even tea hurts me! Coffee too! Meds help, but I'm still in pain. Less pain, but still pain. And im still spending hours in the bathroom. 1-2 hours at a time, instead of 3-4, but it's still countable in terms of hours.

This is a lifelong condition that I was born with. If any other part of my body was effecting me this way, no one would doubt that I'm disabled. Heck, this effects me more than some of the recognized disabilities that I have! How is this not a disability?

[smolsix]

-blows dust off this blog-

So

Little Nightmares III, huh???

I was trying to avoid being excited about it because no solid release date and 2024 could be a few months from now or a year from now and Idk how long I can handle being so fuckin hyped for this game YEEHAW

BUT I CAN'T, I KEEP THINKING ABT THE GAME AAHAHHGAGA

so here are my thoughts, if you wanted to know

FIRST OF ALL, i am so glad that after we saw LTNM II we thought it'd be co-op but it was just an AI, that we finally get co-op! AND ONLINE TOO, i spent the first day worried it'd be shared screen same room situation since i wasn't trying to get my hopes up but then I realised I can just.. google it.. AND IT IS!!! ONLINE!! IDK WHO I AM GONNA PLAY IT W FIRST AAAAAAAA

anyways, you can definitely tell it's a new studio working on this game, the world feels mostly the same but the character designs themselves are definitely stylistically similar, but not the same. With Six especially, the MC designs were very simplistic and realistic but used colour (or for Mono, a single design quirk being the bag) to stand out against their backgrounds and against the enemies which are largely neutral colours. But these new ones feel... "over designed"? On their own they definitely aren't, but in comparison to Mono, Six, Seven, and even NPCs like the flashlight girl, they have a lot more going on (especially the little wrench kid, Idk which one is Alone and which one is Low yet btw OOP)

Despite it being a new studio and you can tell, new puzzles and environments, they're still doing their best to have the OGs vibes and whatnot to feel familiar, namely in the trailer they bring back the fuses, and the additional gameplay video there's a short scene with an environment with all the shelves you can find in LTNM 1s gnome section (the one with the cart that is affected by the Maws swaying).

But regardless, it still feels different enough my brain is still nervous about it. I also feel In A Way about Tarsier having LTNM II explode and their franchise getting the attention it deserves, only to have it stuck with Bandai and now it's going to likely explode again and they aren't involved. Idk how anyone on that team feels about it, but if it were me omg.

Also the only boss we've seen so far (i hope they add more and i def want some to be a surprise so im not gonna assume this is the only one for now) feels... out of place? it has the design qualities of a LTNM boss, but the size of it makes it more of a spectacle than a warped/corruption of an adult. All the previous bosses fit in their environment, we are the small ones and they are scaled to the world around them. This is the first time, outside monster Six who imo is a bit of an outlier anyways due to her circumstances, we're getting a boss who is this huge and doesn't even fit their own environment. I hope we get a lore reason for this in some way, because currently the boss doesn't have the same vibe as the others and it's throwing me off a bit. Don't get me wrong, it'll be terrifying, but looking at the picture as a whole they are sort of out of place for me rn. I don't hate the bitch either, I'm not gonna be like omg get rid of it or change it, but it does strike me as odd seeing it for now.

And yes the tall man is too tall for a lot of things, but he's not THAT big. He's more like yer tall guy who hits his head off doorways, which happens irl anyways LMAO

Little Nightmares primarily tries to capture the feeling of being a small child and how everything is big and scary, but a doll that huge is out of the realm of reality set up for us already. It's gone from scary corrupted animal to godzilla, if that makes sense.

OH AND THE MIRRORS ARE VERY LTNM COMICS OF THEM TEE HEE < 3

[torialefay]

Ooo new dorm arrangements! It made sense to me imo. Ive been a stay for a weird amount of time: started in 2019 and im on and off every other year. I usually listen to bands like ptv, sws, and bmth, uhhh... kinda the music my emo friends listened to in the early 2010s, so i end up coming and going.

Anyways, i remember watching "finding skz" and the survival show back in 2019/2020, and i think it's mentioned that when they all lived in one dorm, I.N. tends to clean up after them, but i think it was implied it was more like "maknae's chores." If my memory is still intact, I.N. everyones favorite roommate bc he's pretty organized and has good style... and he's the youngest, so they can dote on him but also boss him around lmao. Chan was the one most of them wanted to avoid rooming with purely bc he's not only organized, but he was strict on them and their leader, so he had the right to boss them around. They werent all familiar with each other on a personal level back then, just on a professional level, so it was kinda like rooming with your boss in a way lol. His tendency to go naked around the dorm and dote on them probably also contributed to that reason, but it was still really early in their career so they were reluctant to mention anything too """"scandalous"""" on camera. But yeah, those two together fit, especially now, since they've gotten to know each other a lot better and have chilled out.

Minsung together, obviously. I don't see them as clingy with each other as a lot of people seem to think. They're comfortable, secure, and read each other well. They dont necessarily need each other to live, but it's certainly much, much better together.

Changbin and Hyunjin. An emotionally aware person with a really emotional person. Changbin likes to play up his "crush" on Hyunjin for the camera, but i think he knows everyones boundaries enough to know when to reel it back. They seem to accommodate for each other and are still getting to know each other better, but then again, im not at all caught up on everything and dont know any of them personally lmao

Felix and Seungmin... for some reason, they seem both more emotionally attached yet also more emotionally distant than I see stay mentioning. The company's really pushing the "Felix is not human, he's a fairy" idea for a while now, and from an outsider's view, hes very pretty and im sure hes a very sweet person, but it looks a bit... tiring keeping that up.. and Seungmin is known for his "do what i want" attitude, especially lately with his "aiming for jyp" comments, and whatnot... idk where im going with this.... uhh ... well, i think their place is just them chilling. Just dudes being bros and getting a strong sense of being normal guys without the company rules on their image and being casual with each other. "Its not that deep until it is" vibes where they'll do the dude thing and not talk about their feelings much when they hang out, but every now and then, they'll let it all out, but its pretty rare.

you are kinda my life savor anon, coming through with all the hard-hittinf evidence to solidify my thoughts 🥺😂

i really do think the chan/i.n. dorm will work out great... other than innie having to see chris naked from time to time ig. but also, i feel like chris is kinda more respectful towards in??? idk it's just the vibe i get. and to be fair, i wishhhhh we got to see more of strict chris so bad. like when they talk ab it, i wanna see videos so bad. so if you have any recommendations, pls lmk. it's just so hard for me to picture him being scary 😭😂

oh no i agree 100%. like minho/jisung are just chilling to themselves most of the time, but i feel like they are also the type to be at their dorm and one of them is like "hey we got invited to go do xyz. do you want to go?" "not really..." and then they just smile at each other in unison bc it's easier for both to say no than just one. idk idk i feel like theyre just good for each other

oh yes, i'm firmly on team "changbin knows exactly what he's doing." like i genuinely feel so similar to changbin sometimes bc i am truly the same way, but like you can tell when it's a healthy vs unhealthy amount... and i think hyunjin likes that little bit of attention 😭😭😭 i think they're just good for each other

okay so i know felix is our sweet lil sunshine baby, but i just KNOW behind the scenes, he's way more "dude" than what his image shows. like idk if anyone has proof but i just feel it in my bones that he can be lowkey really crude & that seungmin eats that shit up. like i think seungmin probably finds it really fucking funny. bc we've all seen the clips of felix cursing... a lot. i just know seungmin is influenced by it. like 100%. seungmins "i'll fucking punch you".... yeah, those two belong together <3

editing to add: omg omg the emo and pop punk phase will also never die out for me 😭😭 we are one and the same baby. i finally got to see black veil brides a couple of years ago and it was like all of my teenage fantasies were coming true 😭😭

[d-nessi]

CHAPTER 2

<3 ONLY US <3

A/N:

I really tried hard to put a lot of sweets, fluff and flirty things in. also a bit of drama (rly just a bit)

minimum of swearing.

Wordcount: 2k

proofread?: not really

as always I'm german so I hope my English is not that boring <333

the title of this chapter is the name of the song bella sang together with jacob fawler <333 I LOVE HER VOICE WHEN SHE SINGS!!! >__<

(this is not my video on yt :) )

also I use HE/SHE (just because I forget sometimes and also love using all)

and I can`t find if skipper is male/female so I tried to avoid the pronouns.

summary: You just want to enjoy the time until bella have to leave but things changes fast!

so fast you can`t even realize what just happen with both of you. time runs out too fast and things gonna be flirty and heating up your both blood more and more.

pairing: Bella Ramsey x FemReader

A bark comes from the other side of a door. Not any door….BELLAS door. yes I meet her at her Home.

The door opens and a little barking dog runns all around me excited to meet me. As soon as Bellas voice echoed in my ears skipper just sits beside her while she gets prepared for the walk.

"morning", bella says and put on the leash on skipper. "good morning" I greet her.

"isnt it a bit too cold outside for shorts?" I look at her with worries in my eyes. "its ok. I`m often outside, got an active immunsystem" he giggles proudly as we all start to walk into the beautiful world that is surrounded by huge trees, mountains and a small and absolutely clear river.

I look at skipper and smile. "I saw the post of yours on Insta. it is awesome that you adopted skipper."

"yeah skipper was on set and I instantly fell in love with the little cutie" she says happy while taking out the ball, throws it after making skipper off the leash.

"You both are such cuties" realizing I wasn't thinking I grab a stone and just throw it into the river while she looks like she's frozen for a moment with a noticable blush. Im moving on and can feel her gaze on me. Bellas heart starts to race and she tries to find the right words. "Y/N…What is this betwe---"

the mobile of her interrups suddenly the sentence I really wanted to hear.

"Ramsey hello?…….ah..yeah just go ahead…..no…sounds interresting…" that was a total lie. I can clearly see something is burden him.

"but how early?………in 2 days!?" he seems to getting really nervous.

"yes….no there is no problem. Will be there then…it`s still calgary?…ok yes thank you and see you there. bye" she puts her mobile back in her pocked obviously stressed out with a sad face.

"is everything ok? something happen?" I make my way to her as close as I can. "that was Neil Druckman….He asked if I could come sooner as he is currently casting a lot of people for Season 2 including the cast for Dina and he would like me to be there to make sure there is chemistry between me and the Dina cast."

Dont be a dick right now I thought to myself and put on the best fakesmile ever. "but that sounds good! Thats the best way to make this show even better." I pretend but yeah truly that wasn't a lie. "When earlier you must leave? in a week?" I don't realize how serious things getting right now.

"2 days…." she says in a frustrating way and grabs skippers leash only to move on quietly. "Bella…there will be friends on set right? pedro and all the new friends you gonna meet!

"I'll be gone for like 1 or 2 years. yeah great I mean....shit I cant believe this is happening!" she starts to arguing with a face as if Lady Mormont itself wanna cut your head of. Scary and so cute at the same time.

"But this is your chance to make it big again! what the hell is your problem!?" honestly right now Im really confused. She looks at me and I can feel my soul leaving my body.

"BUT you're not with me!"

oh…wait what? She looks at me like a puppy who got lost. "you're a really good friend and sometimes on set it's so boring. most of the time they want to do their work and after that Im in my hotelroom…just me." I am not shure if this is the true reason like…come on they seem to have so much fun on set.

Bu…did….did she just friendzoned me?

I could work from my Laptop I thought to myself and took a deep breath. "well how get we gonna managing this? in 2 days? I need to do some things that's left" I start

"I will talk to my manager and fix everything if you want" she looks at skipper who's just sitting beside her trying to comfort her. "that's huge bella" I admit but smile slightly at her."

"well ok so than lets start and get ready for the flight" I say calm and she smiles so bright even the sun seems dark. I look deep in her eyes and a red shade on her cheeks find its way.

Our way seperate after the walk and I manage to get work and flight together. There's only one problem………

Again a knock on the door. Skipper barks again and the door swings open.

"hey aaaah….." staying here infront of my future wife with all my luggage. "the flight is in two days Y/N" obviously looking confused.

" yeah there is only one thing. I gave notice of my apartment for a whole year, but that counts from today and not just in 2 days.

Now I'm standing here and wanted to ask you if I could sleep at your home." She laughs and let me in. "It's not very big and I only have one bed but I just sleep on the couch" she says while showing me around. "No no, I sleep on the couch, no problem." I just wave with my hands.

Looking to her there is this feeling again. I'm slowly but surely becoming aware of what it means to have this tingling sensation. it drives me crazy and the thought of being close to her is almost painful. I don't know where I stand with her anymore but definitely not in the 'come on let's cuddle zone'.

'FrIeNdZoNeD'

She just want to be friends with me. I hate my fucking feelings and I try my best to ignore.

I already thought she might feel the same but I was so wrong….so fucking wrong it makes me sick. Sometimes I wish I have a Damon that could just stop feeling any emotions but I just watched to much vampire diaries.

"it's late, I make some dinner and go shower. if you want we can watch a movie later." she grabs some ingredients in her kitchen.

"sounds good! You need a hand for something?"

"no it's ok. if you want you can shower first", he looks to me with a questioning face and I agreed.

"you have a towel? or is it enough to come out of the shower completely naked?" I simply ask cought him offguard looking completely blushing at all my words. here we go I can't stop teasing him.

While I'm in the shower I thought deeply about telling her how I feel. I just can't go with her and not even touch her for once. Being in love with someone you can't have is pure agony.

"smells good" I come out of the shower and really thought about to just tease her more and changing my clothes in front of her. I smirk and was about to drop my towel when she immediatly turns arround and disappears into the bathroom.

I giggle and take a bowl of food eating and waiting for her to come out. After 30 minutes I started to worry and went to the door.

"Bella are you ok?" I carefully listened to what she is saying. "Yes, everything is fine," she conveyed to me. Lie…….. and I didn't know that because she's sitting in the shower letting the water run over her the whole time. Bella was confused and she is more than aware of what is happening here. Too shy to admit what she's feeling, she prefers to swallow all the great feelings and hope it goes away. funny because that's absolutely hopeless. it's getting worse, more and also….she friendzoned me."shit…." she mumblet.

I make myself comfortable on the couch and wait impatiently when she finally comes out in an oversized hoodie and shorts. She gives me a nervous smile and sits on her bed with her bowl.

"ok movie..any favorite you want to watch?" I ask and wait for her to awnser. "I'v never watched Jurassic Park so why not this?" she ask and I agree.

I start the movie and make myself comfortable on her bed beside her ignoring my heartbeat that just dance like a fire in the wind. Bella looks to the TV and follows the story.

I lay back with my Hands behind my Head. Jeeeeezz I can feel the Air is getting more intense and I don't blame it cause hell there is sitting an absolutely beautiful guuurl beside me not knowing what I feel, not knowing that my heart gets electrocuted by her smile. I coul'd just take her face in my hands and kiss her blessed soul out of her.

I didn't even realize that my eyes only watching him. Studying every corner of his face and hell this is painfull when you can't do the things you really wan't to do. Thoughts are buzzing in my head that even scare me.

She's been looking at me…the whole time and I'm so preoccupied I don't even realize it. My heart is literally jumping and my whole body can't take the tension anymore.

"Don't you want to finish your question from the day before?" I say without averting my eyes.

"I already did…" she whispers as if trying with all her might to keep up the lie but failing.

"than say it…again" I come closer like I want to intimidate her.

She blushes and I can clearly hear her breath goes wild. I already know the answer and still words wouldn't be enough for me. The gap between us is getting smaller and smaller so that I can feel her breath on my lips when suddenly her mobile rings. AGAIN ..I swear that thing has something against us.

She completely shreeks up and takes her phone. She answers with a trembling voice. "H… hello? No, Mom, you're not disturbing me right now." Her face turned bright red, first looking at me and than very quickly to her lap. She can brush her mum off while I got up in time to have a drink. crap…. I just thought silently. It's getting late now, so I decide to lie down on the couch and turn off the TV.

"good night Y/N" she lays down in her bed and it's like I can hear still her breath.

As if the breathing almost becomes a whimper. I wake up and see that it is totally dark outside. a look at the clock tells me that it's already 2:42am. The whimper comes from Bella's direction so I just turn around again. Is she crying? I startle immediately and walk carefully to her bed. There she lies… curled up and asleep. She must be having a nightmare.

"No…" I only hear a very low murmur. Enough of that…. I just snuggle up with her under the covers behind her back. An arm wraps around her as I snuggle my face in her hair. She smells so good I have to keep my thoughts to myself. She feels me and startles, turning to me out of breath but hiding her face on my neck.

In the corner of my eye I can see that she is quite red with slight tears in her eyes. I just smile, caress her cheek and literally feel my heart want to erupt. I give her a hint of a kiss on the cheek and close my eyes as I wait for her breathing to become more regular.

There's only us…only you and me I thought smiling and fell asleep together with her in my arms.

WOOP WOOP that was soooo freak'n cute to write and that's just the beginning <333 there will be more Chapter and next chapter is getting moooore snuggle loveydovey <333 :P

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[elialys]

OMG im so 🥺

That i have to talk...I'm in shock !

How can someone like Torv and not follow her teachings? Love others as they are!Yes she always said quote Helen is Anna Torv "I love you just the way you are"it should always be people's motto!

And another quote she left this year EMPATY...OK you Dont like the person but you have to respect.Then its ok leave...why criticize something if we have no comparison?

You don't do anything so so wrong unforgivable to a human and everyone sometimes make mistakes!

I am sometimes surprised and outrageous by people pointing the finger só easily at small things that they perceive differently and be silent or quiet at big problems around them or even looking at themselves! I'm just saying one thing.  Of all of us.... ALL of us, YOU were the one who dedicated the most time YEARS -DECADES, had the most patience (countdown the minutes of the 2 years without premieres? ) and fought for each series, each Anna Torv's work(things like uniting fans, posting videos, talking about her, supporting her unconditionally... Fauxlivia is still your protégé, right?🤭and fighting Helen Dale dont stop )... and for me it is extremely commendable and I admire you immensely for never stopping fighting and share Anna Torv!

Your neurodivergent brain may have flaws...but What brain don't have sometimes a little's error ?

NOBODY is Perfect right? And qualities as a fan fic writer, fan, woman, friend, caring, and empathetic you have and they are huge And guess what...people who prefer to criticize SHES A REALLY TREASURE !

I could list about more than 100 things you did that were important! And if you wanna i can make a list...my nerd brain remembers all good gestures 🥰

And this is for all there fans no fans humans that read...

When they criticize you...choose the other path...which Anna Torv has also advised...

FEEL PROUD OF EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE!  😍❤️

Thank you so much for your kind words, Maria ❤️❤️❤️

Honestly, I am genuinely at a lost as to why some people get so mad and unforgiving over honest mistakes, especially when I mean it when I say I never meant any harm, and will listen and change my behavior if it's not appropriate. I have been in this fandom for a very long time, and I've always tried my best to be nice, and to do better when I can do better. And anyone who takes the time to actually get to know me at all, unlike those people who have honestly been very closed-off from the start, knows that I'm the opposite of an asshole, and that my life motto literally is 'let's be kind and show empathy'.

I swear twitter puts a negativity filter on everyone's brain, they expect the worst of everyone. The fact that they thought I'd sent people after them to 'harass' them, when I wasn't even aware of what was going on until my friend reached out to me to tell me about it, at which point said friend had already gotten involved, just baffles me. I'm a 36 year old adult with bad social anxiety, I live my life hoping to avoid drama or situations in which people will get angry at me in any way. The last thing I would ever think to do is have that kind of vindictive behavior, especially about something I knew I could have handled better. But you can't have conversations with the twitter crowd, you just can't. They will assume the worst of you and that's it.

I haven't been on twitter for a couple weeks now, except to post fic links for my followers who care about them, and honestly, I don't know if I'll be back, not when there are a few people who seem to enjoy scrutinizing the things I do or say.

I still want to do the Anna project because I want her to receive love from her fans, but my anxiety about this is too high at the moment, and my brain a bit too unkind.

I'm very thankful for fellow fans like you, Maria, I mean that 😘😘😘

[devinescribe]

Hi!! I love your works, and being the Arisu simp that I am, could I request some angst/fluff with him? Sth like is crushing on the reader but is too shy to confess, but then he ends up somehow hurting them, and they grow distant for a few days. It's only when he almost loses them in a game that he finally confesses?

Ahhhh

I've been so busy I forgot these existed im so sorry

I know I should have a consistent schedule, but I don't and I'm really struggling with life as a whole so I know when I need time for me. I hope that everyone who requested isn't too upset with me.

(Y/N) (L/N) possibly the most beautiful, intelligent, and outgoing girl in the world.

Arisu Ryōhei, the most introverted and shy person you will ever meet.

Somehow, you two seemed to get along great.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't find the boy attractive. His shy nature was hard to get past, but once you did he was so much fun. You learned that he loved playing video games, about his friends, his family. You loved learning new things about him.

He knew that you knew that he found you attractive. He was very bad at hiding that.

That was until the small comment that seemed to crush you.

"Ne, Usagi you're so pretty!" You gushed at the girl, holding her hands. She blushed, and shook her head subtlety.

"Don't shake your head no! Arisu, isn't she pretty?" You asked the shy boy. He hid his face, nodding slightly. You smiled. "See? If a shy boy thinks you're pretty. Then you are," you giggled, pushing hair out of her face.

You'd be lying if you weren't jealous of her.

"Usagi, I'm jealous, Arisu never says I'm pretty," you said jokingly, pouting slightly before laughing slightly.

"I'd say it for him," you heard a voice say behind you.

"Oh? Hi Kuina, hi Chishiya," you greeted.

"Anyways, you're very pretty (N/N)," Kuina said, grabbing your hands. "Ahh that means so much coming from one of the prettiest girls I know," you said with a huge smile. "Arisu, isn't she pretty?" Kuina asked, teasing you a bit. She knew of your huge crush on the boy, and knew how upset you were at his obliviousness.

Unlike how he had at least nodded for Usagi, he stayed absolutely silent. You cringed a bit at the silence. It hurt. But you just smiled.

"Chishiya, isn't (N/N) pretty?" Kuina asked. The stoic man shifted his dark eyes from Arisu to you, and nodded. "Hai. Very pretty," he said with a sly smile. If Arisu couldn't notice you, Chishiya would help. Jealousy was always what made people in this world tick. Maybe he would say something.

But he didn't.

Chishiya's smirk quickly faded into a neutral face.

You decided to head up to your room, making up a lame excuse saying you were tired.

Walking back, you heard Kuina yell after you.

"Yes?" You responded with a smile.

"Don't do anything stupid over a boy," she said, a serious tome to her voice. "I'm not that kind of girl," you said back. "I don't need his approval to know I'm pretty. Thank you for trying to help."

The next few days were awkward avoidance. Mostly due to your pride.

Anytime Arisu tried to go up to you, you quickly found an escape.

Even if it meant talking to Niragi.

"Hey," you said, walking up to the dark haired man. You weren't going to lie to yourself, he was intimidating as hell. He cocked an eyebrow at you before smirking. "Finally over that mutt?" He laughed. You rolled your eyes. "Hes not... why do I even try. Just avoiding him. And I know we don't get along, but help," you explained, looking to see Arisu was closer than a minute ago.

"Hmmm... alright. But that means we're doing this avoidance things my way."

This man was scary. He purposely broke the rules of milital only spots to let you hide. And it wasn't because hebliked you, that much was clear.

You were meant to be more of like... the girl on his arm as long as you wanted to hide. He didn't talk to you, often making some perverted comment. You found good conversation with Last Boss. He was the most tolerable and approachable of the militals.

"Really? You went to Niragi? How desperate are you?" Chishiya scoffed. You found him after the horn sounded in the main lobby. You glared. "I'm not desperate. I just... I wanted to get away," you said, looking to the floor.

It wasn't that you hated Arisu for not saying anything, you really tried not to care.  But internally you really just wanted him to look at you like how you'd seen other boys look at you.

You quickly got in the car you were supposed to be in for the night.

You saw the messy black hair, and cursed quietly. Arisu.

You pulled your hood up, and sunk into your seat. How embarrassing.

He sat next to you, and you wondered if you should say something. Should you apologize? Should you talk to him? You didn't even know.

Silence filled the air all the way to the game arena.

"Please be diamonds, please be diamonds, please be diamonds," you pleaded silently.

Once all the players were registered, the voice came forth.

Game:

Roller Rink

Difficulty: 7 of Spades

"Well, fuck me... it's been nice knowing all of you," you groaned. You hated spades.

Rules: All participants shall be paired up, and shall have to complete the obstacle courses. All teams will be cuffed together. Each team wil have 5 minutes to do so. There is a total of 5 rounds.

Clear Condition: Complete obstacle course in each round to clear the game.

Teams are as follows.

Pictures of each of the players and who they were paired up with showed up on the screen.

Your picture popped up, and Arisu's right next to yours. Your eyes widened.

All this time avoiding him, and it had come to this.

"I guess its better we are paired up together... rather than random strangers," he whispered with a smile. You nodded. You grabbed his hand and led him off to get the roller skates.

Once you did, you noticed that they had clasps that would close once you put the shoe on. They looked like those bomb collars many games incorporated.

"I say we go last. Watch other teams do it, so we can know if theres any traps, and go along with ease," you suggested, crying internally about the fact that in order to stay with your partner, you were cuffed together

You tied your skates tightly, and grabbed the cuffs, hooking one onto yourself.

You waited pstiently for Arisu to finish tieing his skates before cuffing his arm to yours.

5 minutes to game start.

"Your plan sounds good... but won't people get hurt for our benefit?" He asked as you two walked to the line. Everyone else had lined up already. "This world is just about that Arisu. I don't want to hurt others, I don't want to kill... but if it means I survive and that is what it comes down to... I'll do anything," you whispered.

He looked down at your face, a small look of distress washed over your features.

He hated himself for not saying you were pretty. You were. You were gorgeous, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

But he got nervous. Obviously he heard the teasing tone in Kuina's voice, and assumed it was a ploy to make Chishiya jealous. Or maybe to tease him as to the fact that she had you, and he couldn't.

"You're dumb," Kuina scoffed. Arisu looked up, confused. "She likes you! Its so obvious you like her! Why wouldn't you just say a simple yes!" Kuina kept ranting.

"I... I thought she liked you... or Chishiya," he stammered, looking away. "Oh my gods," Chishiya groaned. "You're really fucking stupid."

It was about halfway through the game. So far your plan had been working. The game started off with 11 teams. You were down to 4.

It was the last round, and you were confident you two would get out without a scratch.

The other teams went, and it was your turn. You two began skating. You jumped over the obstacles, remembering where the hidden traps were.

Arisu was doing well. Until he tripped at the very end.  You went down with him, falling on him.

"Arisu!" You screamed, pushing to get up.

The floor you had just fallen on was part of the bombs that were set.

He got up, and you two decided that there really was no time to be perfect, just skate through. All you had to do was finish.

"Team 4 has 2 minutes to clear the game."

All the traps were set of, some near you, others nesr him. The end was near, but you tripped over something. When you landed, you landed on some spikes that went directly into your knees, making you cry out in pain.

You tried getting up, but it was too painful.

"Arisu, I'm so sorry," you said, trying to find a way for him to at least get out.

He grabbed you, helping you up. "You're not dying. Not today," he said, helping you cross the finish line with only seconds to spare.

"Game cleared. Congratulations."

The cuffs auto released. So did the skates.

You looked at your knees, seeing the blood soak through your gray sweatpants.

You feel to the floor, and groaned.

"I hate spades," you muttered. Arisu held a hand out for you to grab. You smiled and took his hand. He helped you up, and you winced in pain, falling into him. "Aish... fuck this hurts," you hissed, limping back to the car with Arisu supporting you.

You got in the passenger side, and looked for the gauze in the glove compartment.

"Hey, how many people from our team survived?" You asked,  trying to take your sweatpants off to properly treat your wounds.

"Us."

You looked at him and nodded. A small cry of pain left your lips as you tried to lift your leg.

"Do you... need some help?"

You nodded.

He came over to you, helping you pull the sweatpants off. He grimaced.

You looked down. Your knees had been torn up. But you'd live.

You gave him the bottle of alcohol. "Do it," you said, holding his shoulder with your other hand. He poured a little bit, and you shrieked, gripping onto him.

"Arisu... I'm sorry I was ignoring you... I guess I was a little upset... but it wasn't your fault. I shouldn't let my feelings and jealousy get in the way of our friendship," you said, looking at his eyes.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you how gorgeous you are. I'm sorry I let my jealousy get in the way," he said back to you.

"W-what?"

"I thought.. um well I thought you... I thought you were with Kuina... or Chishiya. But she told me... you liked me. I like you too,"  he mumbled. You smiled. "Aww... you thought Kuina and I were lovers? I wish," you giggled. He looked up at you with his dorky smile. "Now... if you don't help me clean my knees up...  they might get infected," you said. "Right," he said, quickly pouring more alcohol onto your wounds, making you cry out in pain. He would stop to check on you.

You had an idea. He poured a little more, and this time you kissed him to stop your yelps.

His lips pressed against yours, he was shocked, but melted into the kiss.

"This won't get you cleaned up you know," he said after breaking apart.

"I know... but it will get me a cute boy."

[tweecrushconfessions]

oh-crap-im-almost-an-adult!!

Okay, so let's get one thing straight. I've been using the 'just-a-teenage-girl' card as my get-out-of-jail-free ticket for the better part of my teen years. Late for class? Just a teenage girl who needs her beauty sleep. Room looking like the aftermath of a tornado? Just a teenage girl with an 'artistic temperament'.

However, as the hands of time relentlessly drag me towards the dreaded threshold of adulthood, I find myself quaking in my Doc Martens. Oh the sheer horrors.

First things first, denial seems like a great coping mechanism. I mean, they say age is just a number, right? But my parents have reliably informed me that age, in fact, comes with responsibilities and is not solely for the purpose of upgrading my driving license or getting into rated movies.

Well, I guess I'll have to strategize. Adapt. Overcome. Start talking like a Bear Grylls survivalist, apparently. But seriously, let's explore some options, shall we?

Plan A; Marry a rich man and.. what?

I've been binge-watching way too much crime videos lately, and I may or may not have thought about marrying a super-rich guy and then conveniently 'getting rid of him'. Yes, you read that right. I mean, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to survive in this capitalist society, right? All in the name of self-preservation... and a life of luxury, of course.

Now, hold on! Before you report me to the authorities, let me clarify that this is all hypothetical. This is my desperate mind’s attempt at avoiding adult responsibilities. Trust me, I can barely keep a plant alive (I killed off like two cactuses) , let alone execute a perfect crime. I mean, have you watched Forensic Files? They always get caught. Always.

Besides, just imagine the mess. Me, clumsily trying to navigate a life of high society, rubbing elbows with the CEOs whilst hiding my love for cheap fast food and discount clothing stores, and hiding the fact that I cringe at Elon Musk. Picture me trying to put up with stuffy events when I’d rather be at home, in my pyjamas, watching pirated movies and eating microwaved popcorn. And let's not even talk about the problem of the actual 'getting rid of him' part. Yikes! My apologies to any potential future husbands out there. Rest assured, your lives are safe with me. (Not sure if I'll have one, but just in case..')

Plan B; Run Away and Join the Circus

I'm pretty good at juggling... my school work, sleep schedule, and social life, that is. However, I'm not sure how that translates into juggling balls, flaming torches, or worse, responsibilities!

Plan C: Establishing My Own Country

Now this one's for when the going gets really tough. If all else fails, I might just declare my room a sovereign nation. I mean, it has its own flag (the mess on my floor that vaguely resembles my laundry), a national anthem (my Spotify playlist), and a unique culture (the art of procrastinating and marathoning TV shows).

We'll have our own national holidays, like 'No Homework Day' or 'Ice Cream for Breakfast Day'. And the best part? The rules of the outside world don't apply here. Late for a meeting? You're just abiding by the national custom of 'fashionably late'. Forgot to do your chores? That's alright; in our nation, we believe in natural order, even if it means letting dirty dishes pile up.

Who knows? Maybe I'll find that the adulting life isn't as terrifying as it seems. And until then, don't worry, no rich husbands will be harmed in the survival process. Well, at least not intentionally…But in all seriousness, does anyone know where I can get a 'How to Adult' handbook? Asking for a friend… obviously.

[relapsdcw]

10.17.2024 , 2:30am

tw:// su!cide, s/h mention, bpd, drug use, medical/ bodily fluids?

it's funny i made this account and then lost all motivation to really blog on it, and now after my boyfriend and i watching shows im high and decided to feel my feelings at a minimum intensity so i can write this lol

the last few days have been a blur, really. i woke up friday morning so stressed out i was brushing my teeth and started gagging, which ended up leading to a panic attack, and i called out of work 30 minutes prior to my start time telling my store manager i "couldn't stop throwing up" when in reality i was so anxious and couldn't stop shaking, so i called in and i couldn't get out of bed for the entire day.

then saturday came, and the stress of me calling out and how bad i felt ended up actually making me sick, and i spent the day with a fever and actually throwing up.

it made me feel good, in a way though? because i've been relapsing with my eating disorder so me being sick was a reason for me to avoid eating all together.

sunday was spent the same way- bed rotting, attempting to play video games- and then losing energy for it after an hour and laying back in bed because being awake is unbearable.

monday came; some important context is that i tend to get violently high on my off days / at night to help my anxiety, i wake up in the morning with it worn off and severe panic attacks every. single. morning. i'm unmedicated and haven't gone to receive medical care in almost 3 years. my BPD looks a lot more like A and less like B. so.. the edibles help.--- anyway, i wake up from nocturnal panic attacks every morning and it's been like that since may of 2023.

it originally started because my fp at the time had started being more emotionally distant after i got a girlfriend (i'll talk abt her in another post), and i slept-called with him every night anyway (yes i understand that is cheating kind of and i feel terrible but i would literally have panic attacks if i didn't call him lol) ANYWAY i noticed he started to get distant and he told me he was sleep calling w another girl at the same time but it felt okay because he said he kept her on his pc while he keeps me on the phone... yeah i was- it was bad erm anyway the only other thing that has really helped in the past has been either not having work the next day, or cuddling with someone while i'm asleep & them rubbing my back / holding me back to sleep whenever i wake up from more anxiety. ANYWYAY. It was monday-- i had work.

i went to work, i spent the entire day thinking i had a bladder infection when in reality i was so anxious i couldn't stop peeing (no seriously, i kept apologising to my team because i kept peeing every 40 minutes or so) and i felt SO TERRIBLE because my team was perfect we should've gotten out early anyway, i had to text my mom and tell her i had to go to the clinic in the morning, and she said okay after a few attempts of me trying to reach her. (her and my dad drove somewhere to buy erm.. idk can i say this in tumblr? lol.) anyway, i got home and my shift ended- i ran into my parents and talked about it with my mom who couldn't understand what a uti was and i just had to explain it hurt to pee.. anyway we planned to go at 9:30 on tuesday

that night also my boyfriend and i got into a fight and i ended up freaking out and trying to break up with him (i genuinely don't remember what the fight was about) (idk if it was a split or a i was hangry but i blacked out with anger) ... my boyfriend is more patient than i could ever ask for.

tuesday comes: my mom moves the time from 930 to 1130. for some reason this triggered my bpd and i started to take it as she doesn't care about me because i need to go to the clinic and she's wasting my time and she keeps moving the time to later because she doesn't want to hang out with me because she has flaked on me the last 4 times i asked to go somewhere with her and in that moment i was a little girl who needed her mom to take her to the doctor and i felt abandoned. she ended up walking into my room and giving me her antibiotics but i said i don't even know if i really had one, i didn't want to risk antibiotic resistance by taking her medication and it freaked me out- she got mad at me and we started arguing and the argument got so bad i just left. i started to run. i couldn't think about what i was doing i grabbed my phone and my wallet and just left.

i was so mad. the nausea started to set in and i started to feel sick leaving home. it felt like i was in high school again and i was scared. i just left. i'm 22 and i felt like a scared little kid. my mom and i arguing back and forth- i finally come home a little bit later after my mom and i talked. i walk in the door with her asking to go to the clinic now but i felt so exhausted from the fight i had no energy. i didn't care if i had a bladder infection or not i felt so tired- and then she kept prying. "let's go already" over and over again and it just snapped something. we started yelling-- i started yelling, i kept telling her how i thought she was just like dad, how manipulative she is and how fucked up it is that she's picking an abuser over her kids and how much i hate it when she gets high and how i cant trust her and how i cant even eat her food because its disgusting, she had known i wasn't eating and sick and i said that, and i saw the look on her face while she started to blame herself- she tried to come in and hug me but in the moment i was so scared i started to crawl away from her and told her i couldn't do this. i walked upstairs sobbing and started throwing stuff around my room, i felt like a toddler. i hated it. but i couldn't stop it felt like my emotions controlled me and i couldn't see anything good. i looked at the antibiotics my mom had given me earlier and googled them.

i could overdose on this.

it was all that was going through my mind i started to fantasise about my last moments i was sobbing dreaming about the pain but how i wouldn't have to live like this anymore; how i could finally rest, how tired i am- i felt scared for a second- and texted my boyfriend. he begged me not to do anything and i finally calmed down enough to sit on my carpet. i sat there for an hour just picking around at it trying to avoid getting up or moving because if i did, i would've reached for the bottle. i ended up getting so mad i smashed my glasses into my floor while sitting in my carpet and snapped them in 4 different pieces. that wasn't getting fixed. the rage still wasn't gone. i needed to hurt myself. my razors were within reach but instead i grabbed my hair brush. and started untangling my carpet. and i kept doing it until i felt like it was clean. if it was clean. i can be calm. if i can be calm, i can be done. and i did that for a few hours until i got up and started to clean my room. i got up and showered. my mom and i didn't talk for the rest of the night and i ended up spending the night watching movies on discord with my bf, but i got super sick so i had my face above my tea kettle boiling water so my nose could drain because erm.. i got really sick from going outside.

anyway.

now today- we'll yesterday was wednesday. my mom and i texted. i said i was sorry. i could pee with no pain until the very very end so i am instead trying to drink more water because i read that pee is actually super acidic and if u don't drink water it's super concentrated and i remember i really.. hadn't had any water the entire weekend/prev 5 days... so i've been drinking water and it doesn't bother me as much today? my dad doesn't want my mom doing my laundry because i "don't deserve it" but idk how he's allowed to live here when he's abused tf out of us our entire lives but go off ig idk ✨parental trauma sry✨ anyway my mom and i planned to go do my laundry today at 10:30am so im writing this and passing out.

i feel better today. i think. i cleaned my room more and ordered food and i was actually able to eat it. i'm kind of very broke now because i bought some stuff on amazon related to kink and wow that's expensive and i splurged more because... spending problems when upset.. lots of credit card debt.. (can get more into that too) but yeah. i ate food, my bf n i watched wizards of waverly place. i love him so much. i really do. argh lemme make an entire post abt him i swear

[baekhvuns]

ON NAUR BESTIE UR SICK??? TC OF YOURSELFFFF

IKR 2 YRS‽‽ Like..we didn't even realise how the time flew. OMG, I'd love to see thru your drafts for sure, ngl ever since u've been gone i haven't been on Tumblr as much, like idk if it's my kpop obsession tht died down or the fact i don't like reading ffs anymore or the fact tht I don't like reading ffs that are not urs 😔😔😔 see ilysm 🤭DW ILL BE HERE TO SEE THE FF WHEN IT DROPS I AINT LEAVING ANYTIME SOON 🗣️

Damnnn that's the first time I've heard of misphonia BUT HE DROPPED THE SECOND PART 🗣️🗣️

Trauma i tell u. Bro broke me. Absolutely to shreds.

Hold up let me find the video (i wld love love loveee to tell u abt the second part but oh. If ur planning to hear it. U gotta suffer truly. That's the beauty of it 🥰)

https://youtu.be/C5Aab2I5lqo?si=BhowFtzVeZiZEhhE

There u go, if tht doesn't work, i hv a feeling it won't, the channel is named Nora Asmr, and u cn find the "tracing tattoos" video.

ANYWAYSSSSS

OMG jannat 😧😧 nah bro I had forgotten all about that, i just unlocked a memory

AAAAA THAT SOUNDS MAJESTIC I'm honestly deprived. DEPRIVED I TELL YOU. I need more old Bollywood movies 😭😭 LIKE PLSSSSSS

Did I hear tauba tauba?

(i hv secretly been trying to learn the step, I look like a struggling horse)

VICKY SLAYYEDDDD i get it Katrina, i get it now 😔🤚 OH AND HERE LET ME DROP THIS EDIT I FOUND FOR THE PAKISTANI DRAMA

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C91sGU3ILWH/?igsh=MWxwOWRudHkwcnFpOA==

It's called kabhi hum kabhi tum 😮‍💨😮‍💨 the concepts are so interesting..

ALSO I GOT A NEW SUITTT

Your girl in her desi era 💅💅✨✨

Okok i shall leave now AND TC!! BUH BYEEEE

hello!!!!

yes i was sick! but i’m way better now but unfort the bug got to many others so everyone around me is sick 😭😭😭

tWO years 😭😭😭 no but like me too my kpop phase had been dying since a while and now im just not into it very much (the songs r just not it anymore) neither do i read fics or even come here (as u can tell bc this ask response is so late 😭😭) I LOVE U FOR THAT NDJDDJCK i get sparks for fics to write but the writing part just turns me off so ive just been watching kdramas rather than listening to kpop 😭 currently watching love next door and i did not know jung hae-in was like that, i was gawking at him every time he comes on screen

IT DID NOT WORK, the video is unbelievable to my region apparently for no reason BUT THANK GOD I WOULD NOT HAVE TO SUFFER ☺️☺️

RIGHT?? jannat’s songs and to be able to play them at home was like playing w the devil, bc u never know when emran would emran hashmi. ITS SUCH A MAJESTIC SONG IKK THE AMT OF FICS IVE THOUGHT BASED ON THAT SONG 😩 im actually obsessed w it, slowed and reverb, fast & regular paced im obsessed

TAUBA TAUBAAA I CANT avoid it anywhere, it played at the wedding i was at and everyone and their mom was trying to do the step but it just looked like a horse galloping 😭😭😭 I GET HER I RLY DO what a duo, a dancing queen and now her partner 😩

THAT VIDEO LINK DOES NOT WORK EITHER WHAT THE HELL 😭😭😭

oo let me see the suIT (priv ask ofc ur wanting to share!) what colour is it??? i love getting suits but i hate the process of choosing them

[lemonyko0]

Mr. Jeon: Ecstasy

the last words jungkook spoke to you before you fell asleep in his arms ring in your ears and in your mind days after. he's changed, you think you're a step closer to truly having him.

» genre: series, smut, fluff

» word count: 4.7k

Part 4 | Masterpost

i walk into school like i'm on cloud nine. i can't be bothered. i have nothing else to waste time on other than school and jungkook. i have nothing else going for me. no friends to hang out with, no parents to impress, what else am i supposed to do? ive never known anything besides what i've been taught to prioritize, which happen to only be those two things.

im disappointingly not in the maths wing until my last period, but my third to last class is adjacent to the math wing where his classroom resides. sometimes i can catch him outside of his classroom, preparing for his four classes.

today i see him for the first time by my locker, speaking professionally with another teacher.

what business would he have with a literature teacher? the new, young, and pretty one at that. they're smiling at each other and i have no reason to think it's anything other than professional, until he catches me staring.

he seems surprised to see me, he likely didn't know where my locker is and this isn't some elaborate set up. no flirting during school hours is a set of my rules.

i was going to smile and move on with my day, until he turns back to her, leaning his arm casually beside her on the doorway and acting cool. this is clearly a trick he's familiar with, he's oozing with attractiveness and she stutters on her words and slightly blushes. he grins and encourages her to go on about her favorite shakespeare works.

he continues to eye me as she talks, she doesn't seem to care a bit that he stares off for most of their one-sided conversation.

i decide, to discreetly do what i can, he's staring at me for a reason, might as well give him a show.

i smirk and turn back into my locker, reaching up into a little bin at the top where i keep the candy i've accumulated throughout the year as prizes, and i was correct in assuming i had a sucker in the mix.

i can feel his stare as i unwrap it and dart my wet tongue out to lick it, looking at him once i'm satisfied and putting it in my mouth and letting it sit against my cheek.

he ticks his head and looks back at mrs. book lover, acting as if he's disinterested and ignoring me but i know as soon as i look away he looks back at me.

i close my locker and sling my bag over my shoulder, holding miscellaneous folders and notebooks in my other arm. i notice a taller boy staring at me slightly in awe once i look up. i stare at him wordlessly and he plays cool, “y/n, right?”

i furrow my brows, “yeah?”

he smiles and sticks his hand out, “i-i’m jisung.”

i debate my options here. i know jungkook is watching me, now probably closer than ever, if i shake his hand he may definitely count that as a violation. i'm already on thin ice after my lollipop stunt.

suddenly a median solution presents itself to me and i sprint into action, stepping forward with a grin like i'm going to shake his hand, and instead letting the first few notebooks from the stack in my hands fall off and onto the ground, effectively attracting attention, avoiding having to touch him, and, bending down with my behind facing jungkook, an added bonus, teasing him.

jisung is quick to pick everything up and hand it to me, “i should get to class, nice to meet you.” i quickly tell him, turning around and walking towards my free period, which happens to be mrs. hot nerds room. jungkook is ogling me as i walk his way.

their conversation halts as i stand between them, “are you with me this period, erm…”

she looks at her clipboard of names for mine and i interject, “y/n, yes i am.”

she nods with a smile, “perfect you can take a seat-”

“actually mrs. soom, i came to take y/n as well. she failed her last quiz so she gets to spend every free period with me until she aces my next one.” jungkook smiles smugly at me, knowing i only did that on purpose and i may actually know math better than him.

she's shocked by his message, “oh well of course, y/n you really ought to be focusing more on your studies.”

i give her a half-asses bow, “yes of course, well i'll meet you in there mr. jeon.”

“nonsense i'll walk with you, make sure you don't skip out on it.”

i hum sarcastically as he escorts me away from my classroom. the bell rings and the hallways are quickly cleared, leaving only littered papers and gum wrappers on the floors.

we walk silently throughout the school, looking entirely normal, and i begin to run through every scenario in my head as to of what he could have in mind until he pulls me into a stairway, “why are we going downstairs? your classroom-”

“i know where my classroom is y/n.” he cuts me off rudely, not explaining further and dragging me down a set of stairs and into the basement level.

ive never actually been down here if not to fetch supplies for other teachers. there's classrooms on this floor but it's largely used by cleaning crew and summer school, which is why i'm unfamiliar with it.

he grabs my arm roughly and leads me to the front of a thick door, making quick use of his keys and locking it back after shoving me inside the room and turning the lights on to reveal a tiny workroom, only sporting a single, small desk and chair, an old copy machine, and some outdated books.

“don't you think it'll be suspicious-”

“nothings suspicious. it's true, you failed my last test. this floor is not off-limits to maths teachers as it's the only floor with math history textbooks, and the only floor without any functioning cameras. so if someone cares enough yes, they'll see me taking you down here. and if anyone asks, i was making you look for the seventh edition calculus textbook, and we couldn't find it, understood?”

i nod my head, “good story, b-but why did you actually take me down here? y-you said nothing was to happen during school hours-”

he leans into me, “yes, but i promised you something as soon as i saw you, and i'm delivering that.”

i scan back to two weeks ago, our phone call where he promised i could have him again as soon as possible if i recorded me touching myself and sent it to him.

i grin, “d-do you mean it?” hardly believing jungkook would be so nice to me, but his behavior entirely has changed since the hotel. i don't know what exactly sparked it, and it's subtle, but i know i am too afraid to ask.

he leans down and connects the tips of our noses, “whatever you'd like baby, a reward, for listening so well.” i close the gap between our lips and kiss him passionately, craving him always as soon as i part from him, he's like a scent constantly swirling around me, a song skipping permanently in my brain, every corner of my thoughts he consumes and it gets worse the closer he is to me.

so when he finally lets me be near him, to touch him, i feel as if ive completely lost myself.

his hands stray around my body, settling on unbuttoning the top part of my uniform and exposing my bra. he leaves my lips and leaves me panting, sprinkling slow kisses down my neck and chest until he mouths at my boobs, looking up at me, “you haven't told me what you want to do baby.” he lets a tongue slowly slip against my nipple and i whimper, “worship me, make me feel good, wanted.”

he smirks up at me, “you're precious.” he backs me up against the cold wall, beside the door, “wanna know another reason i took you down here?”

he continues to play with my chest, using his tongue, fingers, teeth, anything he pleases and i let him, playing with his hair as he goes. “yeah?”

he smiles, standing back up and hovering over me easily, his other hand ghosting over my crotch and running his digits along my slit, “so no one hears your loud mouth, you have no idea how terrible you are at being discreet.”

i giggle, “sorry, i just get so excited.”

he grins, “don't i know. you're so easy, you don't even know it.”

i hum, “isn't that why you like me?” his fingers continue to play with my clit through my panties, and the other with my nipple.

"your innocence is what first attracted me to you, but you're not so innocent anymore.”

i allow my quiet whimpers to slip past my lips and i frown at his words, “a-am i less attractive to you now that i'm not? i-i did it for you, i do everything for you-”

“quiet baby, i didn't say i didn't find you attractive.” he stalls me with a kiss and pulls my panties down as he works his mouth into mine before pulling away and instructing me to kick them off, “at first it was your innocence, but now it's the way you're completely infatuated with me.” i look at him confused and he continues, “is there anything you wouldn't do for me y/n? right off the top of your pretty head can you think of a single thing?”

i shake my head, “i-i just trust you, is all.”

he scoffs, “i don't know why, but that just makes you all the more sexy to me.”

i grin at his praise, “you should keep saying nice things about me. you've been so mean before.” i wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me with a pout, “you said it yourself right? i behave well.”

he connects our lips for a moment, “you're actually quite a brat, like that little tease show you put on in the hallway.”

i grin and chuckle a little at the thought, “i was so worried you'd be upset, b-but no one would have known why i did that, no one pays attention to me anyway-”

"that jock did. you mesmerized him.” im quick to shake my head, never having seen myself as the type of girl to incite that reaction out of men, “don't disagree, he was a bumbling mess watching you tongue that sucker. but he's gonna go home and wish it was his tiny cock on your tongue.”

i look him in the eyes determined, “i would never.”

he smirks, “you would if it was me.”

i nod, “of course.”

he lowers his eyes, “you astound me.”

i kiss and bite at his neck, “is that a good thing?”

he grins at my attempts, “of course baby.”

i come to a halt at his top, unable to kiss or touch any further with the fabric in my way. it dawns on me in that moment that jungkook and i have never actually been fully nude around each other. i place my hands along his shoulders and drape them down to his chest, “i-ive never seen you.”

he slowly takes my hands in his, “i know.” i look up at him, thinking for a moment before reaching for my top, unbuttoning it the rest of the way and letting it fall to the floor before reaching to undo my bra. i struggle with the clip and he laughs at me, “let me help you, turn around pretty.”

i do as told and face the wall, a blush forming on my cheeks as the fabric comes undone and i turn back around, letting it drop in front of his gaze.

he watches me with a familiar hunger, his hands not wasting for than mere seconds before groping my breasts and his mouth attaching to my neck, leaving me pressed against the wall again and gasping.

i feel something hard against my hips, rocking into me and recognizing it as his dick, and i busy myself with touching him best i can as he occupies himself.

“j-jungkook~” i whine, feeling impatient and wanting him inside of me already. i can feel my walls tightening in around nothing, aching for him only.

“what baby?” he growls in my ear and i moan as he nips at a particularly sensitive spot beside my throat.

“p-please, want you.”

he chuckles, “aren't you having fun now? you're so impatient.”

he rolls his hips against my palm, almost like he's fucking my hand, why do that when you could actually be having sex?

"jungkook please,” i grip and pull at his shirt, “n-need you now, it hurts.”

he steps back from me and smirks, unzipping his jeans and untucking his shirt before pulling it off of his body.

i ogle at his bare chest, mr. jeon occasionally wears shirts that he seems to have slightly outgrown, and is known to brag to his male students about how much weight he lifts, but i hardly payed attention to any of it until now. “wow.” i let myself touch him, almost unable to believe he's real, a built chest that slims down to a thin waist that accents his hips so well, and arms strong enough im certain he could throw me across the room if i begged enough. maybe one day i will.

“if you keep eye fucking me i won't have time to actually fuck you.” he teases.

i pout, “i asked you to be nice to me.”

he closes the gap between us and kisses my swollen lips, “i'm sorry baby,” i pull away from him and demand compliments.

he looks at me blankly and sighs, “im really holding myself back right now y/n,” he palms at his hard on through his boxers.

i shake my head, “cant fuck me until you tell me something nice. it's not that hard jungkook. you tell me i'm perfect all the time.”

he grins, “because you are perfect baby, you're so pretty,” he leans in closer, distracting me with his lips and the words slipping past them, “knew you were special when i first saw you, you always stood out to me,” he pulls his boxers down to his thighs as he speaks, “couldn't stop staring at your gorgeous legs, wanted to touch you so bad i couldn't stop myself, i was hoping one day i'd have any excuse to be alone with you.” i feel his hard tip against my heat, collecting my slickness and he drowns out my whimpers by shoving his tongue in my mouth.

before shoving inside of me he whispers, “the day you forgot your homework was the best day of my life. ive never been so excited, so captivated by someone.”

he angles his hips upwards and nudges my legs further apart so he can slide himself in. at the angle he can only he a little less than half, but it's perfect for now, still only the second time having something as large as him inside of me.

i wince in pain and to my surprise he doesn't ignore me, he uses shallow, slow thrusts to ease into me and plays with my clit until i'm completely relaxed and letting out quiet moans.

“see gorgeous? i care.”

i hum and smile, opening my eyes to view him, staring at me with an unreadable expression. i can tell he's holding himself back, “y-you can go harder, i can take it.”

he groans and laughs, “i'm fine, focused on you baby.”

“i-it's okay jungkook.” i insist, he's too smart and catches on.

with a scoff, “you think i'm not enjoying myself if i'm not being selfish?” i shake my head and he picks up his pace a little, “here's another lesson for you then baby.” he decided to be nice about it, i was expecting to be berated for underestimating him, “some people get off on pleasing others. like you.”

“like me?”

he grins, “yes baby. you like to satisfy me. don't care if you get anything of equal value from me.”

i hum in agreeance, “you teasing me is enough. j-just want to be good for you.”

i feel myself grow warmer and wetter between my thighs and jungkook grins and halts, grabbing the back of my thighs and picking me up and digging my back against the wall. “help me out will you baby?” he teases, looking downwards, needing me to direct his length into me. i do my best and he sinks right in, much deeper this time and i let out a moan that was loud enough for him to silence me.

he presses his lips against mine as he begins to thrust himself into me. his dick almost feels bigger than i remembered, or i'm just much more aware this time around of how he feels inside of me, stretching me deliciously and rubbing against my walls with an unmatched force, and his tip hitting something so sensitive it has my entire body reacting and moaning into his mouth.

he chuckles and mumbles a “found it.” before repeating this motion over and over again while i struggle to keep whatever composure i have left.

i can feel him staring at me smugly, his confidence peaking as he fucks into me in a rough rhythm that's perfectly abusing me.

he pulls away and tells me to cover my own mouth and i do, biting down on my lips and putting a hand over my mouth as the other grips his neck tightly, as if he'd drop me, he doesn't seem to be struggling an ounce.

“feels great doesn't it baby? you know what that is?” he says between groans, i shake my head and hardly manage to squeak out a no, my inability to speak only feeds his ego. “it's called your g-spot baby. can be hard to find, but it feels so fucking good doesn't it?”

i lazily shake my head, “so good jungkook.”

he smirks, “aren't you lucky im big enough to find yours? these little boys your age couldn't do this.”

“no one's like you jungkook.” i manage to say in a coherent sentence, whimpering at the end as he grazes it again.

“all about you right now baby.” he puts in extra effort to pick up his pace and fucks into me with admirable force and it's enough to have me coming abruptly around him without much warning.

he moans with me as i tighten around him, my back arches off the wall and my legs tighten around his slim waist, practically forcing him inside me, not that he fights me. he slows down to let me ride it out, keeping his word until the end and not focusing on himself at all. he didn't even do this when he took my virginity.

busy admiring his compassion he gently pulls out and murmurs to let go of him, holding me as he puts me down on my two feet again, “you good?” he asks and i nod, feeling very tingly but stable. he helps fix my hair as i button my shirt and fix my skirt.

he notices me looking for something and smiles, “stop looking for them.”

i glance up at him, “where are they? i kicked them off-”

“i have them.”

i pause, “well hand them over.”

he giggles like a teenager, “no.”

the softer, humorous side of him is a surprise to me. i suppose he, as every human, has that fun side, he's just never put his walls down enough for anyone here to see it yet, and i'm the first.

i grin before scoffing, “you can't just keep them! i-i’m messy i need them.”

he shrugs, “they're a reward for me. a reminder of a job well done.” he smugly grins in my face.

i frown, “whatever. i'll get them back.”

he hums, “okay.” and begins redressing himself, much to my confusion.

“what are you doing?”

he stops and looks at me, “getting… dressed?”

“you didn't finish, you can't go out there with a, erm.” i point at his crotch and he chuckles.

“a boner, a hard on, an erection.” he sings, teasing me for my lack of experience.

“y-yeah that.”

he shakes his head, “guys hide this stuff all the time, don't worry about it.”

“hide it all the time?”

he nods, “yeah, guys can get random ones every once in a while, or something little does it, or they get in their heads and it happens.”

“how do you hide it? wouldn't it be obvious?”

he grins, “strategies vary, tuck it in your waist band if you can, luckily i can,” he says with a smug smirk, im not entirely sure what he means but i continue listening, “or just cover it and pray it goes away.”

he grabs his jeans and i tug on his wrist, preventing him from further dressing himself, “please, i want to.” i pout. “you said anything i wanted.”

he sighs and checks his watch, then looks back at me, “you really want to?”

i nod eagerly, dropping to my knees in front of him like last time. he exhales heavily and looks down at me, “fuck i can't say no to you.”

i grab onto his length and smile, “help me be quick?” i ask, willing to do anything he asks so he can finish and we don't run out of time.

i grip him move my hand from the base up, using my tongue to lick at his head.

he cusses at the sight, “fuck, don't you worry, i won't last long.”

“is that a good thing?” i ask innocently, beaming up at him and he drinks in the way i look at him, so pure despite taking his length as far as i can into my mouth without hurting myself.

he kicks his head back and moans, his hand hitting the back of my head and gently moving me how he wants. “good thing right now, yes.”

i hum against his crotch and he responds with a gentle thrust into my mouth, startling me enough for my throat to close around him and pulling away coughing.

“fuck, sorry, you alright?”

i take a few breaths and go back in, looking up at him with tears brimming in my eyes and he groans before warning me, “fuck im close.” he exhales, “you wanna try swallowing it baby?”

i pull away from him and stroke him instead, “what?”

he whimpers, composing himself, “shit, stick your tongue out baby.” he moves my hand off of him and begins stroking himself. i stare at him in awe, never having seen this before. is this what he looked like over the phone? god i can only imagine. every muscle in him strains as he works himself onto my tongue and i taste a warm, almost salty, thick liquid on my tongue as he groans and cusses.

he finishes and takes a step back, admiring me as i sit on the floor with my mouth wide open for him. he chuckles out of breath, “you can close your mouth baby, if you don't want to swallow it i'll grab a tissue.”

i warily close my mouth and slightly wince as it goes down. i open my eyes and he stares at me with one eyebrow cocked up, “did you do it?” he says almost in disbelief.

i open my mouth to prove to him nothing was there anymore and he grins, “shouldn't have doubted you, my perfect girl.”

i grin widely as he helps me back up, quickly redressing himself as close to how he was before. he sighs and looks around, “okay…” before grabbing the first calculus book he can find and handing it to me. “seems like we had to settle on this one.”

i laugh and nod, “okay.”

he puts his hand on the small of my back and unlocks the door, leading us out and towards the stairwell again before putting some distance between us.

“i'll meet you in my room, go ahead and sit in your seat and work on your packet.”

“but where-”

“i'll be there in a minute, go, class ends in less than a minute.”

i pout and he gives me a stern look, guess he is a teacher after all.

“okay.” i mumble and toddle towards his room, taking my seat in the second row beside the window and dragging my books out and onto my desk.

he was right, the bell rings and soon enough students start to pour in, all talking amongst themselves before class starts.

i turn to my desk mate, “did you see where mr. jeon was?”

she scowls then widens her eyes, “oh! i saw him talking to mrs. soom by the vending machine.” i frown and tell her thanks.

moments later he walks in and makes casual remarks to some of the students before meandering over towards my desk, noting my angry disposition as i avoid looking at him.

he continues to grin and make his way around the room. just when i think he's merely going to pass by me he bends down to my bag, “ah y/n,” he speaks, picking up a water bottle from the ground and placing it in my desk, “sorry, i knocked your water over.”

he grins, his hand lingering on the object.

i examine it, i clearly didn't have a water, and it's still cold and unopened, did he pretend to do all of that just to give me water?

i decide his act is enough to explain what he was doing before class, that desperate mrs. soom probably ambushed him when he was busy getting water for me.

i smile and open it, “it's okay, thank you mr. jeon.”

wait no longer, if i had to guess i will wrap this series up with 5-7 parts total ... the end is near !! as always thank u for reading and i hope u have a good day <3 - ara :)

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[ppersonna]

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mix the colors in the palette, pick your filter. which me do you want? the one to change your world, i'm your filter - filter, bts

↳ summary- You love turning Jimin on, and you’re desperate to make him punish you for it.  Jimin loves punishing you while you listen to his music.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 5.1k

↳ pairing- jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is literally just smut, there’s 1% plot and it’s pornographic too, there’s some fluff at the end but i repeat it is still smut. there is no god in this chili’s tonight

↳ warnings- buckle up pals.  established relationship, explicit descriptions of sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), BDSM themes, spanking, belt usage, dirty talk, derogatory names, pain kink, daddy kink, face-fucking lol, unprotected sex, slight impregnation kink but like not really they just wanna have a baby together and talk about it lol, jimin is filthy and i cannot portray him as anything but filthy but then he has like cute babie syndrome at the end.

↳ a/n- hi i feel maybe 1% shame in how fast i wrote this but whatever.  thank you to @carly-bean-blog for sending the prompt in!  i loved it and went from a planned drabble to 5k words lolol.  one day i’ll be less verbose 🥴🥴 plus enjoy and feel free to send in more requests or just a message to say hi bc as you can see i love talking. also RIP to the wine glass i broke while writing this fic because i hit my table to hard.  wine glass 2020-2020

Turning Park Jimin on was a delicious challenge for you.

When you first began dating, all it took was a ‘come over’ text, and he’d be there in 5 minutes flat regardless of the fact that he lived 15 minutes away.

Now, a few years and a marriage under your belt, it took a bit more.

That’s not to say he wasn’t the same insatiable man you met at university; even after all these years Jimin could easily go 3 or more rounds a night.

But really getting him riled up, getting him hard and wanting and desperate for you was another thing.  Sometimes, you just wanted him to come home and take you right against the kitchen counter, so turned on he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.

You’re determined to win that challenge today.  

To be truthful, the day was terrible for you, and you were seeking release in the form of your husband dicking you down until you were speaking another language. You were desperate to let loose, push aside the emotional and tender sex that seemed to be more commonplace in the bedroom recently (and you enjoyed equally) but today you needed to be treated like an absolute harlot.

The idea rolled through your mind while you were busying yourself with housework, laundry and dishes.  Options of how to get your husband to take you on the floor, rip your clothes off, make you beg for more, simmered in your mind and made the low flame in your stomach burn.  Lingerie could do the trick, Jimin definitely liked to see you swathed in delicate lace or creamy satin.  You had a nice deep red set that was dying to be used and discarded on the floor.

It came to you as you set your speaker to play some music as you flicked around the house.  Jimin’s sweet voice filled the rooms, causing you to pause as shivers raked your spine.

His music.  There was always something Jimin loved about having his music on in the background of your sex that made him work harder on you, fuck you deeper.  Maybe it was narcissism at its finest, but who were you to complain if it benefitted both of you.

You discarded all thoughts of cleaning the rest of the house as you stalked towards your bedroom closet, gathering the red bustier and panty set, with matching garter belt and stocking clips.  You purchased it rather spur of the moment, a huge sale at your favorite boutique, and you wanted to save it for something special.

It appeared the special moment was now.

You took care to curl your hair, a gentle wave with not too much product.  Jimin loved to tug his fingers through your locks, and grip them in a ponytail as you sucked his cock.  Any product would unfortunately get in the way.  Makeup was minimal, a dash highlight on your cheeks and inner tear ducts, light pink lip stain on your lips.  Jimin had been the test subject of many a lipstick, as you determined to find the most blowjob-proof one.  Needless to say, none of the lipsticks were 100% solid, but it was the best time Jimin ever had as a test subject. You preferred to stick with the stains, easier cleanup for the both of you.

You complete the visual as you swap your grubby cleaning day clothes for blood red lace lingerie, smirking at yourself in the mirror.  The cups of the bra molded against you, encasing your tits perfectly.  Jimin would surely lose his mind.  The panties were simple lace, and you had the inkling that they would not remain intact tonight.   Jimin’s propensity for literally ripping your knickers right off you was legendary.  But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?  You wanted your husband to be absolutely feral for you.

Step two of your plan was now underway as you slipped onto your bed, perfectly made now, and snapped sultry photos.  You ensured your cleavage and smooth legs were in the shot, a finger on the mouth.  You took a few more, exposing more and more of your body.

me 2:56 pm- hi babe what you up to?

mini 2:56 pm- baby!!!! Not much, just waiting for hobi to get back from lunch so we can practice this new choreo.  

Mini 2:57 pm- what about you? besides being the world’s cutest wife :)

Me: 2:57 pm- oh not too much. I did our laundry and cleaned up the house a little.  Now im just relaxing and missing my babe :(

Mini 2:57 pm- baby :( i’m sorry.  I should be home in a few hours okay! I’ll order in pasta from your favorite place to make up for it

Me 2:58 pm- well, i was sort of hoping you could make up for it but… i don’t want pasta

Mini 2:58 pm- you don’t? What do you want? Pizza?

Me 2:58 pm- [picture attached]

Me 2:58 pm- no, I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight.

Mini 2:59 pm- oh fuck 

Mini 2:59 pm- baby you’re playing a dangerous game, teasing me like this.

You nearly had him, he was sniffing at the bait and soon he’d bite and you’d reel him in.  You sent the next picture, showcasing your tits with one cup pulled down, nipple on display.

me 3:00 pm- you mean this kind of game?

mini 3:00 pm- christ

mini 3:00 pm- fuck babe, you’re gonna make me pop a boner at dance practice.  You know I can’t come home for a few hours.

me 3:00 pm- hobi still gone?  Go to the bathroom and i’ll send you a video.

mini 3:01 pm- holy fuck asdskadj okay

Time for the pièce de résistance.  Ensuring the speakers blasted ‘Serendipity’, your husband’s full length solo, you clicked the record button and filmed your hand sliding down to your clothed core, rubbing over the mound with a rough hand.  You breathed heavily, sighed, mewled a bit.  

“Daddy,” you gasp. “Come home.”

You end it with a hand sneaking under the band and insertion of one finger.  Leave him not just wanting more, but rabid for it.  The video file is sent before you've even pulled your fingers from their spot resting on your clit.

Minutes passed, you were sure he was watching.  The man lived for your exhibitionism.  

mini 3:06 pm- you better have your hands behind your back and be on your knees when i get home, little one. In the middle of the bedroom floor. 

mini 3:06 pm- i want you to listen to the music and think about me fucking you.  Think about how i destroy your little cunt so good.

mini 3:07 pm- but don’t you dare touch yourself.  Your pussy is only mine to play with, you got that?

me 3:07 pm- yes daddy 

mini 3:07 pm- good.  I’ll be home soon.

Congratulations, you smirk to yourself in the mirror's reflection across from you.  You’ve won the grand prize.  Please make sure you collect your prize from the man with the raging boner.

You idly realize that Jimin hasn’t told you when he’ll be home.  You know that on any normal day he’d be home at 5:30.  But was he leaving early?  Could you chance it?  As much as you wanted to disobey and face his delicious punishment, he also could just as easily punish you by not letting you cum at all. And the chances of that type of discipline tonight was high; Jimin would surely make you pay for teasing him at work by exacting torturous ache the same to you.

You’re spinning the pros and cons of preparing yourself now or later, when you are given your hasty answer by the sound of keys jingling in the front door.  Your heart rate spikes dangerously, feeling like the muscle would force the blood out of your veins with the pressure.  

You squirm off the bed and descend to the floor on your knees, resting back on your heels, and holding your hands behind your back.  You lower your head to the floor, knowing Jimin loves it when you avoid eye contact until he tells you when and where to look.  

His footsteps are heavy, slow and torturous because you know that he knows that you’ll be on the very edge of your sanity.  The warmth in your belly is torched with tinder and starter and is flaring high.  Jimin’s simple presence, just like this, is enough to get you to an incredible high.  Nothing brings you to your knees faster than when he turns from your sweet, adorable and gentle husband into the sadistic and powerful dominating owner of your body and soul.

It takes 5 deep breaths from your belly before you hear Jimin enter the bedroom.  He’s not saying a single word, but you can hear his soft footsteps on the hardwood floor.  Your knees are aching at the pressure of the hard floor, but you ignore it. You’d ignore cauterizing wounds for the man hovering above you if he asked. 

You’re trembling, you notice.  Your thighs are quivering ever so slightly and the grasp on your hands behind you is weakening.  You grip harder, determined to maintain perfect correct form.

Jimin is frustratingly silent.  He walks around you, and you feel his eyes rove your body intently, as if looking for fault or reason to punish you.  He seems pleased when he finishes his rounds, standing right in front of you. 

“Look at me,” he states with authority, but his tone is gentle. 

You finally tilt your head up to gaze at your lover and nearly gasp at the sight.  Jimin is, on an average day, the most ethereally beautiful man you’ve ever seen.  Today, he looks as if he descended from heaven mere minutes previous.  His pink hair is pushed back, eyes darkened with desire, and wearing the tightest shirt you’ve ever seen, making his toned dancer’s body ripple under the cotton.  Tight sweats that leave nothing to the imagination about what he’s packing between his thighs sit low on his hips and you spot just a hint of his lower abdomen, the v line of his adonis belt, and you’re sure you’re drooling.

“Look at me,” he corrects, a smirk on his face.  Your eyes snap to his own again, and he winks at you. 

“Have you been a good girl for daddy?” He asks, and it feels like a loaded question.  

You play it coy.  “Yes, daddy.”

He stands still in front of you, hand stroking his face as he watches you.  His eyebrow arches.

“Are you sure? You have done nothing to upset Daddy? Nothing at all?” His voice becomes teasing, and the smirk on his features is sinister.

You bite your lip. “I sent Daddy a video of me, touching myself to his music.”

“That’s right, angel,” he murmurs and circles you again.  You feel like his prey before he comes in for the kill. “You made daddy leave practice early.  Don’t you think that’s not being a good girl?”

“No, I did wrong.”

“I’m glad you agree,” he murmurs.  “I’m gonna make you regret getting Daddy hard and horny at work.”

He places his hands on your shoulders and you shiver.  His hands are smooth, warm.  You love the way you feel the cold steel of his wedding ring pressed to your skin, a tangible expression of his love and loyalty.

“Stand up,” he directs.  You’re quick, thankful to be off stinging knees.  He lets his hands glide down your back to meet at your clasped hands, pulling them apart and turning you to face him.

He threads his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, sealing your lips to his.  His lips are soft and taste of chapstick, a hint of sweat, and something just so simply Jimin that is addictive.  He’s gentle and tender in the kiss, the kind of kiss a husband gives his wife.  It speaks miles beyond the simple action, and you chase it, revel in it, knowing it’s the last time he’ll be gentle tonight.  

He breaks from the kiss, touches your nose gently and winks.  It makes your heart flutter in your chest.

The control seeps back into his face; it's physically present in the tight gaze of his eyes and the coolness of his impassive features.  It’s a stark opposite of who just kissed you, and you’re breathless at the sudden change.  

“Gonna spank you with my belt, baby,” he murmurs.  A hand slaps hard against your ass, surprising you and making you squeak out loud.  “Lean over my desk like a good little slut.”

You obey immediately, jerking your body towards his grand oak desk. It’s gorgeous dark wood that matches the decor of your room perfectly and makes for a delicious spot for your sexual proclivities without being obvious.  As much as Jimin wanted a sex swing, you would not cave to that.

You bend to fold your body over the desk, gripping the edge and pushing your hips back to allow for more access to your husband.  The speaker system by your bed plays music, and you recognize the opening chords as one from his latest album with his six best friends. A smile slips to your face as the volume turns up, quiet enough you can talk, but loud enough it’s noticeable. His smooth, melodic voice is ringing through your bedroom and through your entire body. 

He stalks in behind you and rubs at your soft globes.

“Mmm, you look so pretty in this,” he compliments.  “You know I love seeing you in red.”

You turn your head to gaze at him, smiling.  “That’s why I bought it, Daddy.”

“Good little bitch,” he sighs.  

As expected, he rips the underwear from your body with one clean pull.  You’re always surprised by the action. He never gives warning.  Your eyes follow as the useless fabric soars towards the ground. 

“Much better.”

He moves away from you, walking towards the closet.  You train your eyes forward, keeping locked on the wall ahead of you, rather than staring.  Jimin tells you when and where to look and you follow that.

The gentle clinking noise of a belt buckle causes your pussy to quake.  You’ve been slowly moistening since you sent the first text, but you were now starting to drip as if you were overflowing.  By the end of the night, you’ll be drowning in it.

He’s behind you again as quick as he left and he rubs the leather belt against your bare behind. 

“What’s your word?” He asks, soothing at the skin with the device that will soon maar it.  Jimin is ever careful, checking on your mental and emotional safety as well as your physical, and ensured a safe word was in place each time.

“Red,” you assert.  He hums his approval and kisses your ass once, one quick little peck, before he lifts back up to standing.

“Count for me, little whore.”

The crack of the belt spanking your cheek electrifies you.  You feel as if every muscle in your body clenches as the sting vibrates through your buttocks and down to your core.  

“O-one!” You’re shouting, distracted by the pain in your ass to care about your pitch.

Crack. The next slap lands on the other cheek now, and you hiss at the pain.  It bites at your skin, and it soaks your pussy. 

“Two!”

He delivers the next straight in the center, hitting both cheeks and letting the sizzle melt its way to a pleasure that’s reverberating through your core.

“Three! Fuck!” you gasp. 

SMACK.  It’s the hardest yet and tears well up in your eyes at the initial whollop, before your hips are writhing and desperate for friction.

“Four!” You’re wailing and you know it makes your husband go even wilder.

“Stay still or I won’t let you cum for a month,” he grits.  Your hips stay put, knowing he’s a man of his word and not wanting to face his wrath.

He continues his barrage, and you’re counting out 15 strikes before he stops.  You’re sobbing, the pain and pleasure surging so forcefully through your veins that your cunt clenches around nothing and you’re dripping onto the wood of the desk.

His warm hands are soothing at the reddened flesh of your ass, the sensation stinging at first, but oozes away to a relaxing warmth against the punished skin.

“Good girl, baby,” he commends you, hands rubbing all over your flesh. “Took your punishment like such a good girl.”

You sniffle in reply and he pulls you up, making you stand on wobbly legs.  He twists you around and pecks your lips again, a reminder that Jimin, your husband, is still there and loves you more than he loves life itself.  It soothes you more than any salve could and it steels your resolve to continue.  It’s easy to submit and thrill at the loss of control when you trusted the master with your entire being.  

“Color?” He asks, checking in with you.

“Green,” you smile. 

He’s pleased with your answer.  He pulls away from you and pushes you towards the bed.

“Lay down on your back.  Head off the side.  I’m going to fuck your throat, and you will take it all.”

You’re giddy as you saunter to the bed and notice that Jimin is proud of the blooming red of your ass.  It’ll be a literal pain in the ass to sit tomorrow, but it’s worth all the doting and affection you’ll receive in return for being such a good girl for him.  The music has changed, another sensual track featuring your talented husband.  It sends shivers down you, straight to your core.

You maneuver your body to lie on the bed, grateful for the soft blanket on your burning ass, and tip your head off the bed.  Your mouth opens complacently and Jimin shoves his sweats down to reveal his hardened length.

You’re licking your lips like his dick is the finest meal money can buy, and he chuckles.  His left hand strokes it, shivering at the cold press of his wedding ring mixing with the heat of his hand. 

“You want my cock?” He asks.

You nod, captivated with the motion he strokes the shaft.  You almost forget to speak, but his harsh gaze is like a whip.

“Yes! Yes, I want your cock Daddy!”

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” he hums.

Well, this would be too easy.

“I want to suck you dry, let you fuck my throat so I can’t breathe.  I’ll let you cum down my throat and make my face so messy from cum and spit that it gets in my eyes and messes up my pretty makeup, daddy.”

His strokes have become faster, and he sucks in hard for air. “Such a filthy fucking mouth.”

You open said mouth again, letting your tongue hang out like a welcome sign to your throat.

He growls, it’s guttural, and it feels as if it’s positioned on your clit, vibrating the nub.  Your bliss is cut short as he drives his thick dick into your mouth and directly to the back of your throat, leaving you no time to prepare.  You whine slightly around it, and he tsks.

“Don’t you fucking dare whine.  Take it all,” he sounds ruthless and your pussy quakes.

He sets a punishing pace, the tip of his dick ramming through your throat.  It doesn’t take long for it to become messy, saliva trickling from your mouth, falling towards your eyes due to the angle of your supine head.  Jimin sounds angelic, the moans that leave the dancer’s body should be recorded and played for an audience, you think.  You’d suffer through hours of this for the reward of his sweet voice crying out your name.

“Fuck, my little cock slut loves it when I fuck her throat, hmm,” he asks, breathy and harsh.  You nod as much as you can.

“Yeah, that’s right.  You love daddy’s cock, don’t you? You love it when I fucking choke the shit out of you with my fat cock, huh?”

The voice of an angel with the words of the devil himself.  The duality is intoxicating and you are head over heels for both Jimin’s inside of him, every aspect of the man you pledged your life to.

“Mmm, you suck me so good,” he’s groping at your tits through the fabric of your bra.  You’re surprised that it’s still on, but you trust he’s aware and always has a plan.  

“Are you crying, baby?” He asks mockingly.  Tears and saliva mix and your face is completely ruined by it.  You nod again and blink.  “Good, fucking choke on it.” he goes even faster and you’re moaning.  It hurts and the gag reflex is there, but the pain gets you off, and you know the second it became too much, your husband would stop in an instant.  

“Little sluts get their face fucked when they disobey daddy,” he chides, emphasising each word with a thrust.  

It’s as if you’re desperate for his orgasm, wanting nothing more than to swallow every ounce of what he spills into you, clean him up and ask for more.  He won’t have that tonight, it seems, as he’s pulling out of you as quickly as he entered.

“I want to cum in this tight little cunt,” he bites.  You slither up from your position and wipe at your eyes, resting against the pillow after he orders you to remove the bustier.  He asks that you leave the belt and stockings on, however. 

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby,” he’s discarded his shirt and is sitting ahead of you, watching you.  His gaze turns you on and opens you up like a flower.

Your thighs are spread far and you lean back further onto the pillows to put the star of the show on display.  You’re coated with your slick; it’s slathered up and down your thighs and dripping onto the duvet below you.  He breathes out in appreciation.

“I think my favorite thing about you is how fucking wet you get for me.”  He’s still not moving and you want to beg him to touch you, please do something, but refrain.  “You feel like a fucking dream when I’m inside you.”

“B-baby,” you break character and freeze, but he ignores it and allows you to continue as you sigh with relief. “I need you.”

“Do you now?” he banters, and you nod with wide, needy eyes.

“Touch yourself for me, then.  Show me how badly you want daddy’s cock in you.”

A hand flies to your cunt in record time and you’re desperately eager to spread the lips of your folds apart and rub at your slick and swollen clit.  A breathy, heady moan escapes you at the friction you’ve been aching for since you sent the sexy photo hours ago. 

“Fuck!” you shout, circling the bud.  Jimin’s eyes are glued to your hands, and he watches with awe. 

“Finger yourself,” he demands and you’re obeying before he’s even finished speaking, two fingers slipping down to enter your channel.  You arch off the bed and grip a breast in your other hand, flicking at the nipple for extra sensation.  

He coos at you as you fuck yourself with wild abandon, gasping his name as you slip deeper with each thrust.  

“Add another.”  His voice maintains its even quality, maintained and cool.  But if you opened your eyes, you’d see that he’s salivating at the sight, desperately restraining himself.  His cock is weeping pre-cum and he could explode in an instant watching this too long.

Your ring finger slips in with the other two and you’re keening at the stretch.  The pain is gone in a flash, just a pinch that simmers to a desperate pleasure.  

“You look so fucking good, baby,” he breaks his composure, momentarily.  He’s so in love with you, every single fucking bit, that he can’t help it.  “God, you’re beautiful.”

His words have you blushing, as if they’re the most lewd part of the evening and not the fact you’re fingering yourself in front of your husband while he watches and orders you around.

“Rub your clit with your other hand, love.”

The pressure of your added hand on your clit and the fingers thrusting into you has you soaring to your high and your throat chokes on the air.  “O-oohhh fuckkk!” You whine.

“You close, baby?  You gonna cum on those cute little fingers and get them messy for daddy?” He asks, voice violently serene.

“Y-yes! Please, I want to cum,” you beg.  You know the rules, he tells you where and when your body receives its pleasure.

“You wanna cum?” He asks again, and you feel a spike of irritation.  He’s already asked you that, haven’t you already answered?

“So badly, daddy! Please! C-close.” Words are escaping your mental capacity now.  You’re there, nearly there, just one little tiny string holding you back from the edge of euphoria.

“Too bad.”  

Your fingers are pulled from your cunt quickly and you’re crying.  Tears are forming in your eyes as you feel an ache deep to your womb.  You had been so close, so deliciously close.  Jimin knows this, thrills at watching you edge further and further through the night.  You won’t admit it at the moment, it’s pure torture then, but the buildup to the finale is indescribable.

“You don’t get to fucking cum until I tell you to cum.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes! Yes, Daddy,” you babble, nearly incoherent from arousal and denial. 

He makes you writhe there, pussy so slick its soaking the blankets and you’ll have to change them later but the only thing you think about is your cunt, your weeping cunt that’s screaming to release. 

You feel your breath slowing and know that Jimin wants you to come back down to earth before he’ll bring you up again.

“Good fucking girl,” he kisses your belly, licking at the navel.  He whispers quiet words of adoration as he trails down your abdomen and end at the top of your mound.  Your legs are shaking, no, they’re nearly convulsing from need.

He spreads your folds, and it’s pornographic the way he spits on your pussy, as if it needs any more wetness.  It’s not about the wetness, though, and you know it.  It’s about the message, the ownership.  

“My favorite little fuck toy,” he murmurs, lightly tracing everywhere but the bud throbbing with need for friction.  “I can’t wait to cum inside this little pussy tonight.  Gonna flood your whole fucking cunt, babe.”

Jimin knows the way to your heart, and the way to your orgasms is through his words.  Gentle whispered ‘i love you’s’ in the day and disgusting filth at night.  It’s just another reason in a list of a million why you work so well together. 

“Should we get you nice and pregnant tonight?  You want to make a baby?”  

You nearly sob at his words.  He can fuck you harder with his words than his cock.

“Please!” You’re yelling, tears streaming down your face. “P-please! I want your baby.”

He leans down and smiles for a moment before speaking. “Well, my little wife will always get what she wants when she asks so nicely.”  His lips attach to your clit, suctioning it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.  It’s swollen and slick, and it feels like fucking heaven.  His plushy lips are working for it, taking you so desperately close to the edge.  

You’re gasping a symposium of his name and praising the ground he walks on.  You’re sure if you died now you’d die a very fucking happy woman.  The world around you is gone, and it’s just Jimin’s sinful mouth suckling at your cunt.

You’re close again, and Jimin knows it.  You’re begging, pleading with him, but it’s useless as he roughly pulls away.

The music continues on in the background.  It’s lighter, and Jimin croons in the speaker as he grunts in your ear.

He muffles your anguished cry with a messy kiss that tastes of you, and he’s thrusting into you.  The slickness guides him in easily and he’s whining against you at the feel of your walls accept him and hugging him tightly as if they’ve missed his cock swelling within them.

“JIMIN!” You’re seeing fireworks as your husband fucks into you, holding you close to him.  It’s as rough and kinky as it is intimate and sweet.  He holds you, cherishes you, while he’s pistoning his thick member into your loud, drenched cunt.  

“I love you,” he whispers, slipping a thumb into your mouth that you suck at eagerly, as skilled with his fingers as you are with his cock.  “I love you so fucking much.”

His eyes align with yours, yours full of tears of absolute unrivaled pleasure, and his with full and never-ending devotion. 

You’re both so close, and you pull him against you to kiss his lips.  You want to connect completely to him as you cum, as he spills into your womb and creates something, someone there. 

Your cunt flutters intensely, quaking in anticipation as it builds and builds and builds.  Jimin breaks the kiss to breathe and warn you, “I’m going to cum soon, baby, please cum with me.”  He’s gentle and sweet, the Jimin who cries at love stories and wears flower crowns now present inside you.  You nod quickly, gasping as the coil winds tighter and tighter.  

Your kissing is messy, passionate, and your hands grasp him everywhere.  You’re tugging at his toned arms and solid back, seeking refuge as the tidal wave grows impossibly high, higher, so so high,

And crashes into you at 100 miles per hour.  Your cunt is contracting and pulsing around him so intensely you nearly black out, crying loudly into his mouth.  He’s groaning with you, the feeling of your already impossibly tight walls clenching down on him demands the orgasm out of him.  He’s cupping your whole face in his hands as he spills into you and your walls suck him in further, so far he could disappear completely.  

It feels as if you orgasm for hours, but it's merely minutes later that you’re trying to catch your breath and slip back into reality.  You’re clinging to each other like last lifelines and the gaze between you is so intense it clenches at your racing heart.  

The silence between you two is long and speaks an entire conversation before your lips even open.  He’s singing so sweetly through the speaker, it sounds like he’s singing directly to you.  “I love you,” you’re whispering to him.

He rubs at your cheeks in his palms, wiping away stray tears of bliss that have slipped down your face.

“I love you.”

You settle into him, unwilling to move a single inch away from your husband, and marvel at the beauty that is your life, your future.  

Jimin holds you close, kisses you gently and sings softly along to the music as you fall asleep, and he adores the fact that he holds his entire world, his future, in his arms.

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

[lovysmtalks]

uwu

Alexa, play uwu by chevy

It was well known for people to act differently around people that they like.

Some people aren't even recognizable when their crush walks past them.

But.

Marinette was well known shy and bubbly.

So when she was having a crush on anyone, dosen't matter girl or boy.

You won't exactly know.

And this is how it started...

✎؂

"C'mon girl, you gotta tell your feelings to Lila! I'm sure she'll accept them, I mean come on! You'll be couple goals." Complained Alya as she tried to help her friend.

"I-I don't know Alya...I'm not sure if she's into- you know what I mean..." stutters Mari as her face started to get pink.

"You never know until you try babe!" Alya pulls her into a hug.

Marinette, shocked by the hug, could feel herself start tearing up as she hugged her bestfriend close and tight.

✎؂

"Hey girl! I have something for you." Says Alya as she runs to the girl's locker as the school day ended.

"Yes?" Says Lila surprised by the excitement.

Alya gives Lila a letter with a heart on it.

"I've gotta go, mom said I need to babysit! Byeeee" says Alya as she runs with her boyfriend.

Lila smiles at the girl.

She opens the letter and reads it.

'Hey...wanna meet me at the backyard of the school? I mean it's fine if you say no! -^^'

Lila looked around to see if anyone could have send her the letter.

'Ok. Let's do this.'

✎؂

Marinette was shaking.

While she kept her eyes into the ground trying to keep herself from having a panic attack.

"HEY! Marinette, you wanted to meet me here?" Says a voice that makes Mari jump.

Mari's cheeks go a little red when she sees who was there.

"Y-yea."

"So, what's up?" Says Lila as she smiles at the girl.

"I uhm-I really- uh..." Marinette opens her mouth but the words don't came as they should.

Lila sees her starting to panic and speeds infront of her.

"Hey, hey no need to panic. Breath. And then spit." She puts her hands on the short girl's shoulders for support.

Mari sighs deeply.

"Ireallyreallylikeyouilikedyouforawhileandidontwannamakeitweirdyouaredeallykindandohmygodyouresocoolandwholesomeimsososososososososorryishouldnthadcalledyouhereijustdestroyedourfriendship"

Marinette said in Eminem rap god speed.

Lila opened her mouth in the shape of an 'O' and blinks in confusion trying to comprehend what the short girl just said.

"Come again, just shorter and slower, my brain is too slow for this." She chuckles awkwardly.

Marinette looks at the her hands.

"I-I really, really, really like you, n-no I mean- I l-love you..." Marinette sniffed.

Lila stares in shook of what the girl just said.

Marinette begins to worry and feeling bad for confessing.

Her hands start shake.

"I-I am s-sorry, I s-shouldn't have said a-anything." Marinette sniffed and begins to walk backwards.

Lila wakes up from her shook and runs towards Marinette.

She grabs her hand and pulls her back.

"I'm sorry it was my fault, you got me in shook that's all. Look I'm very proud of you." Lila pats Mari's hair.

Mari stares at her in confusion as some tears fall down her cheek.

"W-why are y-you proud exactly?" Mari asked.

Lila smiles.

"I know how hard is it for you to confess something so big, hell is hard sometimes for you even to talk but I'm really glad you did, it's a start." She looks down at her.

"Look I'm not exactly feeling what you feel. IT'S NOT YOU, I'm not exactly the one with crushes and 'feeling in love'" Lila says mockingly.

Marinette then realized.

"You are aromatic." She says.

Lila winks at her.

"OH GOD, IM SO SORRY IF I MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!" Mari looks at the ground in shame.

Lila moves her head in confusion.

"No, no babes, you didn't." She laughed.

Marinette looks at Lila and wipe her tears.

She walks up to Lila and hugs her tightly

"Thank you." The short girl whispers.

Lila hugs the girl back feeling like a proud mother.

✎؂

Meeting Damian was a mistake from the start.

They meet at a Gala where Marinette was invited and she couldn't refuse, her heart wouldn't have let her do refuse.

She was sitting alone, her social anxiety stoping her from talking with even a person.

'What the heck am I doing here? Those people are rich and professional. What in the name of god I was th-'

"Hi." A young looking man sit next to her.

Marinette blinks rapidly and turns to the guy.

"H-hi." She turns her head away quickly, not trying to look mean.

After some awkward silence moments the guy started to speak again.

"So...why are you sitting alone while everyone is having fun?" He turns to her.

Marinette opens her eyes and looks at the ground.

"I-I don't want to make people awkward...I-I'm very bad at talking to people in general."

She stutters quietly.

The boy narrowed his eyebrows and then chuckled.

Marinette didn't know if he was mocking her or just straight up annoying her.

"W-what's so funny?" She tries but fails to stutter.

The man smirks and then looks at her, making her more confused.

"Ahem. Nothing special, I just normal think beautiful people are supposed to be confident and aching to show their beauty, but I guess I was wrong"

Marinette's brains shuts down.

Her cheeks go BLOODY RED.

The guy sees her expression and laughs. LAUGHS. DUCKING LAUGHS.

He stops laughing.

"The name's Damian." He holds his hand for a handshake.

"M-Maria, I-I mean M-Marinette" she shyly shakes his hand.

"So Maria-nette?" He dad jokes.

Marinette chuckles.

"So would this beautiful girl give me her number?" He asks.

"W-why, we don't even know each other." She says.

"Well, I would like to know you, Marinette." He pet's her head gently.

"O-ok."

✎؂

They started talking for days, days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months.

She knew from the start she shouldn't catch feelings for a friend but she couldn't control it.

One day Mari and her friends we're hanging out at the bakery

Mari was showing them the ukulele that her grangran gived her some weeks ago, on her birthday.

"Why don't you try and sing something for us? I've seen you write song with Luka and Kagami before, show us some of you work."

Alix said.

"Agreed" Lila and Adrien said at the same time.

Marinette turned to her friends, about to disagree.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaseeee!" Said Rose.

"O-okay." Mari says as she picked up the ukulele.

sigh

I'm startin' to feel some sort of way

You give me goosebumps every day

And when you look at me and smile I wanna say

"I think you're okay"

×

I guess I'll stop here and not hint at all

That you're one I've fallen for

But if you ever think of me as anything more

I'll be here at your....call

'Is this for Damian?' A girl asked.

'IT IS, LOOK HOW SHE BLUSHED AWWW' a guy shouted.

The live stops some minutes later when the LadyBlogger realizes she was live.

Damian stared shocked at his phone as Jon showed him a video leak of Marinette singing.

He was frozen.

'Mari...likes me?'  That's all he could think of.

"Man, I feel bad for her. Imagine how bad she's feeling."

Damian opened his phone and got straight up to the message.

"She doesn't answer me." He says.

"Bruh, obviously she won't, she feels bad. You didn't get the memo? She's shy and has social anxiety. It's not gonna be easy." Jon explains the obvious.

After minutes of silence, Jon's phone rings.

"That's me, gotta go, dad's gonna beat my ass if I don't show up to dinner" Jon looks at his phone.

"I should go too. Talk to you later." Says Damian, not really paying attention to anything that was happening.

✎؂

As he walked infront of the bakery, he could see Marinette helping her parents to close the bakery, meaning that the parents were going on vacation.

He rushed to enter.

"Hello? Is this still opened?" He asked even the obvious answer is that they were closed.

"No sweet sir, we are cl-" as Marinette's gaze meet his she closed he mouth in shock.

"What exactly 'cl' mean, blossom?" he jokes while smiling.

"Damian, what are you doing here?" She asks avoiding his eye contact.

He chuckles. FUXINGDICKEAD

"That's not a nice way to greet your future boyfriend darling" (smooth bastard)

Marinette.exe stopped working

Marinette just passed out.

The parents walked in

Sabine looks at her daughter.

Tom looks at Damian.

WAR STARTS AFTER OUR SPONSOR, RAID SHADOW LEGENDS!

(I couldn't careless about editing this lmao)

[colorful-white-ideas]

Midnight reflexions that you might not care. vol 1

YouTube today remembered me that the video that introduce me to Bill and got me simping for him for the last 2 years, is my most listened song of the year.

What video is it? bill skarsgard - daddy issues || the neighborhood.

einsteinana , i don't know if you are here in Tumblr but if you are and you get to see this let me tell you : i get pregnant every time I watch that video. Thank you 🤗

Yes that video introduced me to our diva , before that i really didn't know who he was , I watched both It movies , i liked the new clown but didn't bother to know who was behind that make up. I didn't care much because I was tired of that silly debate of what pennywise was better so i avoid anything about it... I forced myself to live under a rock XD.

Then that video edit came to me in 2020 and ruined me: "who is this guy , look at that nose , those lips! " i said " pennywise? No way" i googled him , the pandemic started and I used all my free time to watch his work, watch edits, read fanfics, follow fanpages and read all the gossip behind him.

In this almost 2 years I went from blind fanaticism to reasonable admiration. At first I saw him like a perfect being incapable of wrong , and defend him at all cost ( yes I was that kind of girl) but with time maturity came, i saw his contradictions and understod that pointing out his flaws are not hate or an act of degradation.

I was starting to get sick of reading the same comments all over fb or ig ... We really don't know him. And if we gonna speculate why do you just stick to idiolize him?

I started this blog because of that. We needed to balance things. Especially in the hispanic comunity [las que hablan español saben que es casi un sacrilegio decir algo que no sea un halago sobre este señor] i also have things to say, i can be a fan and have a different opinion about his work or what he does in the public eye, i can love him and sometimes i can hate him ( i' m not talking about real hate ) he might be handsome but is also human, he is imperfect. He might be famous but he is no different from all of us, he is people and people can be praised and also be criticized.

The line between our expectations and reality has to be drawn and this little space was my way to do it. So in conclusion I'm still a simp for the idea of Bill that lives in fanfics, edits and my own crazy fantasies. But in real life im a critical follower of Bill Skarsgård the actor and public figure... and all started with that silly video.

Did i use my YouTube recap as an excuse to talk to you a little bit about me ? Yes I did that.

[kyutown]

Good evening my liege! 💖 I was intrigued to find out about you while diving deeper into tumblr hell so, I am here with a plead to ship me with nct and svt, of you'd be so kind ✨

Alright so for starters, I'm an infp! I'm a generally well-mannered person with people I meet for the first time, borderline sweet and awkward at the same time. I like not to overinvest in first meetings with people and sometimes I think I am somewhat defensive of myself. My emotions always show on my face, both the good and the bad ones. So if someone does say something that I find offensive or whatnot, it SHOWS. I generally hate rude and offensive people all together, as well as people who are vulgar if we're not well acquainted first.

I'm not good at starting conversations and I usually just tend to listen to my friends talk most of the time. It's not like I have nothing to say but I really like listening to my favorite people ramble on about things they love or generally talk about their lives. Im a pretty good listener and I am always objective, even with my family. I won't hold back and I will give you my honest opinion in every case. I always try to see from all perspectives, maybe that's why I'm often somewhat indecisive.

That being said, I really don't shut up about things I love or my hobbies. I'm usually the mood maker of the group as I hate conflict and tension. I am a very sarcastic and cynical person in general and that reflects on my humor, which can vary from vulgar to very dark and inappropriate. Yes, the type of person that will try to hold in their laughter cause I made a mental joke to a funeral. I love witty, stimulating and deep conversations. I'm not that big on casual chitchat but it's okay most of the time I guess.

I'm the personification of open-minded and im also quite opinionated and I can back up my arguments if needed but I tend to avoid getting into heated conversations cause again, my mind reads it as tension. I love being around friends doing nothing and everything but most of the time, I find alone time to be very healing for my mind and soul. I find authenticity and weird little quirks that people have extremely attractive. I'm somewhat stubborn as well.

I also used to have stress and anxiety issues, not anything serious but enough that I had trouble sleeping at night. It was just a few years ago that I decided to not care about every single thing and have a more of a "fuck that" approach in life and honestly, I've never imagined that it would be so liberating. I regained my confidence, physically and mentally, it was an empowering process! I really do believe that self-exploring and healing is the no1 most important thing that someone can do. Love yourself first and foremost and fck what anybody thinks.

So, moving on xD I am a romantic and soft deep down, even though I try not to show sad emotions when around people. But you can be sure I cry at random rescuing dog videos, or videos with people helping each other. I love humanity but hate it at the same time? 😂 Idk if that makes sense, it is what I feel lol I love to learn new random stuff! I'm currently studying linguistics and uni and I aim to be a translator or interpreter, cause i love languages and the cultural differences that come with it. Hence my undying love for music of different genres and languages! Music relaxes me and I couldn't imagine going on without it for more than 3 days. While I do tend to listen to kpop which is more upbeat and experimental, I also LOVE Latin music and rock. I love love traveling around the world! My hobbies include drawing which I'm self taught, fashion and creative writing! I tend to daydream A LOT during the day and so many ideas pop up in my head. I love exploring other cultures' religions and beliefs as well as mythology. I always found it fascinating. I love plants as well! My room is basically a garden xD I also love mystical but also borderline creepy and gory stuff xD I call skulls "pretty" the same way I would call a puppy "cute" 🤣 I'm aware οf that but I can't help but enjoy the look of horror in people's faces xD

oh, I really enjoy observing people as well! Not in a weird way! Their mannerisms, the way they speak, their features. I also love thriller and horror movies the most as well as dark social drama ones. You know, with murders, suicides etc I like how in even the tiniest ways they depict our society as people and frankly, it's sad but I try to be optimistic and keep a positive approach in life. I also really appreciate stand-up comedy xD

Closing up this huge essay, some last things xD I, and I cannot stress this enough, am unable to flirt. Like at all. I can't even maintain eye contact for more than two Seconds. I wish I was kidding. Sadly I'm not 😂Weird thing is, turns out I am actually able to flirt but I'm not aware I'm doing it?? I'm a master at text flirting apparently lololol. What I am, is also called DENSE AS SHIT when it comes to couple things. True story, if you want to do the freaky with your s/o and you need me to leave the room you better TELL ME RIGHT TO MY FACE or else, we gon be there aaaaall night xD And its actually a remarkable feature of mine, considering how dirty minded I usually am lol

I also think I'm touch starved sometimes, like I really like hugs and cuddling and teasing but I'm not gonna ask for it🥺I'm a night owl and I tend to procrastinate a lot. I can't work efficiently if there's not a deadline, like I need that pressure on me in order to function xD My weak spot is actually to act whiny and needy and cutely in front of me. I can do ANYTHING that u ask me of when this happens. And if I show any resistance, JUST KEEP IT UP. I'm jelly on the floor when this happens. Idfk why, it just works?? My sister is abusing the sht out of this method 😭I can't say I make friends easily, cause I believe I do come off as maybe off-putting or weird at times, plus as I said if you're really cant shove your conversation in my face the first time we meet, imma be just an awkward ball of giggles and smiles and "can I go home now pls" 🤣 My general aesthetic / vibes would be sunsets on beaches, soft grunge, cottage core, lofi and hedge witch aesthetics!

Okay so, I think that's everything and probably way more than u needed, so thank you for reading everything my stupid ass wrote❤️

hi! thank you for responding!

for nct, i think yuta would be a nice fit! yuta also likes rock as his favorite band is one ok rock which is a rock band. i feel like you guys would always listen to music (not always rock) and would enjoy making time go by like this!

for seventeen, i think you would match well with the8! the8 would be the type to enjoy exploring new cultures with you and new religions, he would also love to dress up with you and put together outfits with you!