#'been bawling my eyes over this since yesterday

[unxpctedlygreat]

I'm so tired

#morgane's talking alone #yesterday and today up until 3:30 pm it seemed like it was all over #nothing leaking anymore #and now my mom was cleaning everything #and suddenly there was a big puddle again at the same place the flooding took place at first #we're so tired. emotionally exhausted #every time we think it's over it begins again #all of this because we called to get rid of rats. and the guys meant to fix the pipe fucked it all up #one afternoon leading to 5+ days of torment #and we can't afford to miss work anymore than we already have #and i dont want to be bawling my eyes out at work again like on thursday #we don't even know WHY it's leaking again #it's been dry since yesterday. #despite us using the water despite the neighbors using their water #it was dry #why are we being flooded again.

[skrunksthatwunk]

playing dmc1 with my earbuds in (but on low volume bc they're being weird) while my roommate and her shitty bf argue. i feel like i'm recreating the very specific experience of some child of divorce out there

#how do i tell her she needs to break up with him immediately. posthaste.fuck it funny post over rant incoming tw emotional abuse i think #nyarla dni #(<- roomie and nyarla have met and i don't wanna air roomie's drama to ppl who know her w/o her consent. anon internet ppl only) #listen i'm normally for gentle advising and that's probably what i'll do since i don't want to stress her out but oh my fucking god what is #his problem. he's constantly putting her in these weird no-win situations where the only right answer is to never be upset or disagree or b #wrong on accident or be misunderstood by him and to tell him everything she's feeling so she's not 'playing mind games' but if she says wha #she's feeling he'll interrogate her and badger her with the same questions over and over again insisting she's unreasonable until she gives #in and says she's sorry with an attitude he likes. i fucking don't like him. and a lot of this is observations from today. the day after sh #GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT AND BROKE HER NECK. WHAT THE FUCK. #it's like he expects to be treated like a king on one of the worst days of her life and when she's upset he's like OH. OH I GET IT. #and lectures her on having attitude and taking things out on others when she's literally not even doing that. not to an extent that matters #anyway. like. there's more productive ways of dealing with that. where you don't treat them like a bad kid for getting overwhelmed #he has made her cry multiple times today. i have been around multiple arguments and fights and he's just genuinely. awful i hate him #hell the first argument i overheard *i* was in tears by the end (luckily they left soon after bc i had to run to the basement laundry #dungeon to bawl my eyes out because 1. i can't handle confrontation 2. i've never seen roomie cry and 3. she just seemed so hurt and tired) #anyway he just left again after a fight because. god this is so dumb. she told him to move while they were sleeping in the same twin bed #(remember she's in a neck brace) and he fucking. left the room for an HOUR bc he thought the only thing that could POSSIBLY mean (as he #insisted) was for him to get out of here and then when she was like oh hey i'm sorry i didn't mean it like that he decided to spend the nex #half hour of his short time on this earth chewing her out for not giving him a lengthy explanation while half-asleep as to like. why he #needed to move (she wanted to grab smth) and apparently he sat in the chair by her bed for like 10 mins before leaving so he probably saw #her fall back asleep. and then he got pissy when after he left she didn't pick up her phone when he was calling her? even though he knew sh #was asleep?? she didn't even know he was gone. fucking. i need to get him away from my roomie YESTERDAY #look. miscommunication happens. i'm not saying he's an asshole for wanting things said clearly. i am pro-saying what you mean. #but if every time your gf tells you what she means you make it into a 30 minute lecture (no matter how small the slight and w/o examining i #you're actually right or not) she's not gonna wanna fucking tell you if she doesn't think it's worth the argument. especially if you never #let her rest until she concedes. apology isn't enough. clarification isn't enough. she has to say how wrong she was and beg and GOD. UGHHH #and he's always on about how she hurts his feelings. a gust of wind could hurt his feelings. he's constantly berating her manipulating her #and then he's like >:( see that hurt my feelings you can't hurt ppl's feelings. you're disrespectful. HE"S THE WORST I FUCKING HATE HIM #look sometimes adversity reveals the truth of a person and this just amplified his shittiness so much. mr OH i slept in a HOSPITAL and it #was so bad... you can't be in a bad mood bc i've been doing the bare minimum and you need to prioritize MY feelings rn. also i won't leave

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for not stopping to hang out with my ex-friend's little brother? 🫠 ← so I can see it later

So, I (19M) have been friends with Z(20M) for about 3 years at this point. However, about 2 months ago we had a fight, mostly caused by his unwillingness to work on his anger issues and my unwillingness to be vulnerable and other problems in our personalities that ended up clashing with eachother in the worst way possible. Both parties are responsible for the falling out here.

Now, we are both in the same friend circle, and when the fight happened I made it clear to all our mutual friends that I didn't want anyone taking sides, neither did I want people to stop talking to him because of said fight, and I thought he did the same since his younger brother J (15M) didn't stop talking to me.

I know the kid since he was 12, even baby sat him a few times over the three years I was friends with his brother. We don't talk regularly, but I do try to hang out with him here and there (usually playing video games or taking him and some of his school friends to whatever movie they wanna to watch).

I thought Z knew I still hung out with his brother because J sometimes posts stuff on social media when we go out, but since I don't have any other social media aside from tumblr, I don't know if these posts have me in it or not.

Yesterday, I went to pick him up so I could take him and his friend to this robotics/technology event my uni was doing, he begged me for almost a whole two weeks to take him when I mentioned it was going to happen and that I was gonna be presenting stuff (I'm part of a project that builds a race car and he Loves cars). When I got there, Z had just arrived as well and got Really pissed to see me there, he got even more pissed when I told him I was just there to pick J up.

He told me to stop talking to his brother and that I should stop being obsessed with him and that we were done. Now, I'm like a Really avoidant person when it comes to fights, like, to the point of if someone came to punch me I would just let them in hopes of the fight ending quicker (it has happened before, not exactly a pleasant experience I must say).

So all I did was say "ok" and got into my car to leave. However, since J was really excited about the event, I sent him a message asking him and his friend to come to my apartment cause "stuff" that I had to deal with had come up and I wouldn't be able to get them in time, and then sent him some money so they could grab an uber.

I get home and like, 20-30 minutes later J and his friend get there as well, but J is crying really hard, just bawling his eyes out. He was really really upset cause Z had yelled at him of me and threatened to tell their parents that he was "associating with his stalker" (I haven't seen nor talked to Z since the fight) and he was scared that his parents would make him stop hanging out with me (which I doubt they will since I'm the only reason the kid wants to go to uni, he Will regret that decision the moment he steps foot in the mechanical engineering building of my uni, so rip).

We got him to calm down and we went to the event, which went terribly but in a funny way (the car caught on fire when we turned it one, nobody was hurt physically, emotionally however is another story) and we had a lot of fun.

I gave him more money so he and his friend could go home, I didn't know if his brother was still there but I didn't wanna take any chances.

Today I woke up to a message from Z, again telling me to stay the hell away from his brother or else he would punch me in the face (he wouldn't, I know that for a fact, he would rather die than hurt me or anyone physically, emotionally again is another story). I didn't reply and blocked his number. I asked some of my other friends about it and the opinions are a bit divided, some say it's weird to still hang out with J, others say it's fine, so the most logical conclusion is to obviously ask strangers online what they think about it (which, it kinda of is, since no one knows either of the parties involved which means less bias or whatever)

Anyway, what's the verdict

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[andivmg]

another feelings post

sorry in advance for how long it is

had a therapy appointment yesterday and i bawled my eyes out the entire time just feeling angry and sad and confused with myself. because of this whole conversation around abuse and toxic relationships, i’ve been feeling all kinds of weird recently and talked about it with her and i wanted to share some of the things we said in case anybody needs to hear it

so i’ve been really beating myself up over the fact that i’m still upset at things that happened over two years ago and i was feeling really confused as to why. my life has improved infinitely since then, i no longer have any of these people in my life. i am so much happier. so why am i still so angry? why can’t i seem to let go? i was feeling like a little kid, one of the things i said was quote “it’s just not fair! we were together for only a year! how is it fair that it’s taken me two years and counting to get over shit he did in half the time? why does he get to be fine while i’m still in therapy fixing what he broke? like what is wrong with me? why can’t i just let go of shit that happened so long ago? why did i even have to go through that in the first place? it’s just not fair!”

clearly, i was unwell. but yeah i was feeling really angry at myself and as we kept talking we came to the conclusion that it’s okay to be angry. because it’s true. it’s not fair. that’s what happens with abuse, it ends up falling on the person who was on the receiving end of it to pick up the pieces while the perpetrator doesn’t think they did anything wrong in the first place. that is just an unfortunate fact of life. so how do you move on knowing that? you’re just supposed to be okay with it? no. again, it’s okay to be angry and to cry and be upset about it because you’re feeling your emotions and letting it all out. it’s perfectly normal to be upset about what you went through. it does not mean you are still hung up on the person or that you haven’t moved on. it just means that person was really shitty to you and you’re angry about it. it’s okay to be upset. we are human, we are not above feeling any emotion. as long as you are not taking those feelings out on people who love and care about you and want the best for you, be upset. scream into your pillow, cry, break shit (preferably in a rage room). if it’s what you have to do to release that anger, do that. it’s okay.

now then, why do we have to go through that pain in the first place? because it’s part of being human. ik that’s not what anybody wants to hear. it sucks. what do you mean that’s just a part of being human? that’s so unfair. true. it’s not. however, it being a part of life doesn’t make it okay for the other person to have treated you like they did. that does not justify what they said and did. but, what we choose to do afterwards is what defines us, and what will become of us.

the analogy we used was this:

it’s like going to the gym. when you work out, you create microtears in your muscles, that’s why you’re so sore the next day. but when those muscles heal, they become bigger, stronger. and when you do that exercise again, it doesn’t hurt as much and you can handle more. but, if you say “fuck this i’m not going to the gym again because i’m sore the next day and it hurts” then your muscles will become weak again and you’re right back to where you started.

like i said before, it sucks that the responsibility of moving on and becoming stronger or a better person falls onto us. but you still have to face that shit. you have to truly come to terms with the fact that you were emotionally or physically abused and decide what you will do about it now. will you accept this behavior going forward from them or anyone else? how will you react if someone tries to do the same thing this person did? will you fall back into the victim pattern or will you gather your strength to never let this happen to you again?

clearly, this process takes a really long time. it could take, years, months, even decades in some cases. and it’s hard. it’s so difficult to be strong. it is an active choice we have to make every day. and it’s okay if you’re not feeling strong some days. it’s okay to have moments of weakness. but those moments of weakness cannot overshadow all the strength it has taken to come as far as you have. sometimes it will feel like you’re going backwards, but you are not. healing is not linear and that is okay.

much love to anyone who read this whole thing. if even one person reads this and feels understood, then this post has served its purpose.

#therapy thoughts

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

so i just watched the first four episodes of the pjo series yesterday (shame on me I should’ve watched them sooner) and by the first few minutes i was SOBBING, BAWLING MY EYES OUT. it was CRAZY. and idk why

maybe because i just think it was so perfect?

because they didn’t make medusa into the monster she was in the books or the movie?

maybe because the cast and ESPECIALLY the cast of percy’s younger version was so perfect

or maybe it was just my uterus hating me

it was like i was ten years old all over again and it’s been eight years since then

anyways

i just wanted to share that i didn’t know the books meant so much to me

like of course i loved them but i wasn’t prepared to cry so please tell me there’s other overly emotional people out there (eventually with a uterus that hates them too)

#pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #pjo spoilers #grover underwood #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson spoilers #annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackson

[moon-catto]

Why do you want to marry me?

Part I | Part II

Summary: will you really end the engagement this time?

Warning: hurt with comfort at the end.

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The morning came like a thunderstorm. Your eyes are hurting because you spent the night before bawling your eyes out for the love that got away and shattered hearts. For the temporary sweet memories and everlasting wounds. Even if you are sure you have emptied your tear ducts, the pain in your heart doesn't subside. Only numb, little pain reverberates following the beating of your heart— now hollow because it's missing its' other half.

You hate how you're unable to hate him for taking half of you. You will be never the same again after you stormed off his house yesterday, your legs left the pieces of you as you left his home which once was your safe haven. It's nothing but a stranger's property now.

You may have overreacted yesterday, pulling your ring and stuff. You regretted it, but maybe it's for the best since you don't have to feel so lost and confused like you were when he's missing.

Yeah. It's for the best.

You'll get over this sooner or later. This shouldn't stop you continuing your life. Before you knew it, it all will be nothing but a bittersweet memory.

The day went faster than usual. Your hold on your bag tightened as the train stopped into a halt. Between the busy bustling of people in the station, you found yourself looking at the confectionery shop nearby. Varieties of candy and chocolate on display.

I'll give you my favorite candy since you're cute.

His voice rang in your mind again causing your heart to jolt with pain. It's suffocating, when you don't have his hand wrapped around yours to guide you around the train station. Your shoulder often bumped others, in an attempt to exit the train station.

You are at the entrance of the station.

Tasty, right?

A sigh escaped your lips when your body turned to the direction of the shop.

Just one last time.

The chocolate melts in your mouth. It's delicious. Always been. But today it tasted a bit bitter, somehow fitting with your mood right now.

You keep on walking forwards. The sky is painted with orange and blue color as the sun begins to set, shops are turning on their lights to prepare for the night to come. The shop beside you also lit up the lights in their shop window and it attracted your attention.

It's a wedding boutique. A piece of wedding dress is displayed beautifully on the shop window. The pure white color is fitting with the white pearls and tiny crystals adorning its fine material. The dress shines softly under the yellow light of the lamp above it, giving a serene magical feeling from the dress.

If you didn't do it, would you be able to wear this kind of dress besides him?

Your hand reached for the dress but only met with the cold feeling of the glass of the window.

Maybe not with him.

That should be a fact right now, since he didn't show any reaction yesterday. No notification from him either. However, your heart can't lie, the silent yearning of his name is so loud that you can't help but to tear up at the thought that he won't be a part of your future. Yesterday is the last time you will be seeing him.

You dragged your feet to your home heavily. Your gaze still casted at the road below, until you noticed a car is parked in front of your house.

The pain appeared again because you won't be able to mistake the owner of that car.  You've been inside countless times.

Hesitantly, you walked to the side to see a person currently curling up at your front door. His black attire and that famous white hair.

You may have stared too hard that he flinched when he felt your presence. Your feet are just a few meters away from him.

He raised his head, blue eyes peeking from the sunglasses he wore. They're red and a bit puffy but you don't dare to create any assumptions about it.

Silence filled the air when you locked eyes at him. The frown on your forehead is already a warning that you don't want him here.

It's obvious you hate him, what is he trying to do now?

"Hello." His voice is gruff, rough and hoarse. You may have mistaken him for being sick because of how terrible he sounded.

"...." You just nodded. Still wary of his ulterior motives. You still want him, but that doesn't mean you'll just accept him with open arms after what happened yesterday. Your waist is still hurting, a harsh reminder for you to not easily gave in.

He made way for you to open your door. His stare feels awkward as you try to spin the key to your home. The click of the door is clear, followed by the crisp sound of your wooden door pushed open.

You took a step inside. His lingering stare made it hard for you to slam the door close immediately.

"What do you want?" You sounded tired. Maybe because you're freshly off from your work…. Or because you have to deal with his shit again.

"C-can we talk?" He stutters, hands fidgeting nervously while awaiting for your response.

"I thought we talked yesterday." You looked at him. Your words just destroyed him, his face looked defeated.

"I know." He said, rather gloomy. "Can I… can I come inside?" He looks at you, still hesitant and nervous but he holds the entire constellation inside his eyes when he gazes at you. A hope that you would spare him a bit of your time.

The tables may have turned into your favor. Yesterday it was you who begged to talk to him, but now it's him. It's ironic, this scene is supposed to give you a kind of satisfied feeling. But it's not. If any, it just worsens your mood even further.

You don't give him an immediate answer. Judging from the snow that covered his shoulders, he's been here for some time. The tremble of his legs doesn't go unnoticed by you either.

"You should go home."

His face fell into a deeper desperation at your words. "Please, not more than five minutes."

"You had the audacity." You looked to the side, clearly irritated.

"Please…" he begged. The sight is so pitiful, his pleading eyes tugged on your heart. "I was wrong. I know I shouldn't treat you like that. You deserve better than me, but please…"

Thick white smoke came from his lips each time he's talking, you noticed the edge of his nose bridge is red and his usual pink lips is blue now.

This stupid man.

"Just five minutes." You gulped down the bile building inside your throat and entered the house. He's looking at your back with an awestruck look on his face.

Hurriedly, he followed you and locked the door.

"Sit there." You instruct him while making your way to the kitchen. Preparing two cups, one filled with warm tea and the other with hot chocolate and four pieces of marshmallows on top of it.

You wordlessly gave him the drink and turned on the heater in the living room.

He noticed your gesture, heart filled with gratitude and also genuine pain because he hurted a caring person like you.

"Speak."

The monotonous tone of yours ripped his heart into shreds. He had to endure it because he caused all of this.

"...I'm sorry."

"And?

"I'm sorry... I don't think I stress that enough." He said, with regret filling his face.

You looked at the warm tea in your hand. "I don't understand."

He keeps his lips shut to wait for your next words.

"Why are you sorry now?" You asked. "I get the feeling that you know how this will turn out in the end. Still, you did what you did." Your face turned sour, clearly disappointed at him. "Is this a new game of yours? Playing with my feelings?"

"No. I didn't mean to play with you. It may be the opposite."

This time you looked at him, still not able to fathom what he is implying.

"You broke up with me. It's the goal of this whole thing." He confessed, his voice is clear but you can't read the expression he's wearing now.

"Then why are you here? Your goal is fulfilled." You crossed your legs and lay back to the couch.

"Because I can't let you go." He told you. "I could never…" his voice cracked and you can hear quiet sobs coming from him.

His shoulders slumped down and you never saw him in this state before. So vulnerable, lost, and hurting so much.

"I'm waiting until you break up with me… that's why.. why I did everything…"

You're at a loss for words. His confession doesn't lessen the pain but just amplifies it. The rage slowly seething inside at his betrayal to you. So if you don't confront him like yesterday, he'll be the one who breaks things with you.

"Will you be the one … who broke things off I didn't?"

"No." He honestly answered. "I can't. That's why I let you do it."

"I still don't understand. Are you that afraid to tell me the truth? That you had enough of me?"

He shook his head. "Until now, I still love you the same as I did before." He sniffled. "The only one I love, is you."

"You hurted me."

"I'm sorry."

"You lied to me."

"I.. I know."

"Then you came here, asking for me after you did everything?" You can't hold back your cry. You're confused, stressed, and hurting too much. It feels like your heart is bleeding inside and filling your chest with blood. It's suffocating on how your intense emotions mixed together and formed something so foul inside, like a rotten rose pierced directly into your heart.

He quickly rises from his seat and reach to you at the sound of your sobs. He kneeled before you and gazed upon the woman who owned his entire universe, now crying because of his stupidity. A sin for his goddess.

"Y/N…" his voice softens in an attempt to comfort you. His arms pulled you into his embrace, his whole body trembling hearing your painful cry like it pains him physically. But it does, because not only you own his heart, also his body and mind. He gladly trades his soul for your happiness.

"I'm sorry, hey… please don't cry…" he said that but his own tears rolled off from his eyes too. "My love…"

"What exactly do you want?" You asked between your cries. "Why are you making things so difficult?"

"I know right." He kissed your cheek as a silent apology. "Being with me is so difficult." He said, almost to himself.

You continue to cry. His shoulders is like an anchor for you to settle for a moment, his warmth enveloped you with security nobody could offer. Your only love, the only man you want to see at the aisle.

He carried you gently to your bedroom. Kisses on your skin occasionally.

"I want to marry you." He said after he puts you on your bed.

Your breathless sobs made you unable to form any coherent words.

"But my family made it hard to do so."

"Because I'm not a—uh—ugh- sorcerer?"

"Yes, love." He kissed the skin under your eyes lovingly. "And I'm trying to keep you by my side all these time."

"You never told me—uh— thes—ugh—ese."

"I don't want my bride to worry." He said softly. "They're really stubborn and rude… I don't want you to meet them. Ever."

He still cradles you in his arms, and you fisted his shirt tightly as if he would disappear if you let him go.

"T-that's why you want me to break up w-with you?" You asked, the word break up made his eyebrows knitted into a frown.

".... Yeah." He admitted. "Marrying me will only give you more headache. You'll suffer more if you continue to be with me."

You looked at him, his eyes gazing gently at yours like a serene ocean. But you know now that he hides a turbulent wave behind those loving eyes. The silent sacrifices he made just for another day with you, to secure a future where he can officially make you his.

"Do you still want to be with me?"

His question is full of insecurity. All of his worries were revealed just with that sentence. You held onto him tighter and he leaned down to seal your lips into a deep kiss.

"I love you." He whispered on your lips. "I need to cut you off before I fall deeper."

"Do you really?"

He blinked in a slight confusion.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"...Never." He shook his head firmly and this time you pulled him for another kiss.

The desperation he held seeped into the kiss. The need to be close to you is driving him insane. He needs you—he wants you to be with him forever. He'll lock you up in a place nobody would know so he can be with you until the end of the times.

"I'll continue to fight for you."

He pushed himself on the bed, hovering over your smaller figure with both arms on the sides of your head. He continued to cover your skin with kisses when you separated. His marks on your necks, your soft hums carried away the dark thoughts tainting his mind.

"I'll marry you." Your soft whisper on his ear made his stomach turn upside down, butterflies bursting in vibrant colors. "Don't push me away again."

"I won't, my love."

Now that you know he'll keep his promise, you gladly gave him the keys of your chains.

Locking yourself once again inside his heart that you always owned.

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#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #gojo angst

[iamyoursonly]

Sunsets (6/11/2023)

suddenly wanted to write this idk bro but life seems harder rn

As the remaining bit of the sunset gleamed over the horizon, after the last bit of light entered my eyes, everything seemed like it was all gone, as if all was left, but except for the street lights near where I was sitting. Looking down to my feet, I realised that the shadows on the ground weren’t plural anymore, it was just me myself and I. The other shadow was long gone…

Holding up my pen after getting home and trying to concentrate on my work was hard, especially when you somehow broke up with me out of nowhere. All those “I love you”s and “I would never leave you”s were lies, because what else could men do but lie.

Despite us going through hard times together for 14 long years, you decided the bonding wasn’t enough and left me. Where was the sense in that?! God, please let me just disappear from this world. All that loathe I have felt towards you seemed to have exploded in my thoughts, and I couldn’t help but bawl my eyes out at every thought of you.

Deep down I knew — I still loved you.

Gojo Satoru, I still remember your name. As if our breakup was yesterday, but time has passed since and it’s been almost 5 years. Our immature years were over and we were both working for our society, making money and just being alive for this sole purpose.

A chorus of delirium rushed through my head when I got accepted into my dream job — being a teacher at a high school. But life was unfair, I know, I’ve been through it all before. My delirium was destroyed when you showed up as my teacher in charge. I was basically devastated.

Maybe you were 27, but you didn’t act like it. You were just an over grown child even at work, I mean why did they accept you into the school even when you’re just a giant baby!

“Well look at that isn’t it my favourite youngster?” You’d say and look at me, I had to curse under my breath before looking at you in the face with a smile, “Mr. Gojo, may I inform you that I’m merely two years younger than you?” And when you pout and start acting childish again, the memories of us being together appeared in my mind again, it was as if fate brought back us together in this school.

My delusions were crushed when you had announced your engagement with another pretty lady, whom you apparently met a few months prior. It was almost so obvious that your mother set you up with her, but it wasn’t like you to agree without throwing a whole tantrum. But that smile you had on your face while giving me the invite to your wedding seemed genuine, and what could I do but respect your decision.

Denial is a river in Egypt, I know. But maybe it’s also what I’m feeling right now, how could you choose her over me though? I thought I had gotten over you, but all those thoughts just keep coming back to my head. “How could you do this to me, Gojo.” I mumbled, in my own house.

On the day of your wedding, it felt illegal to show up, but you sounded so anticipated to have me show up to your wedding, and have I ever said no to you? Never. So I went, in the dress that you bought me on our 4th dating anniversary. It was blue, just like your eyes. And that time of the day, was the sunset, my favourite time of the day.

When I arrived, you looked so handsome in that white suit, I might just faint from looking at you, and we might have made some brief eye contact before you broke it, and that tiny blush on your face was quite visible too.

The vows. I hated it, why would you vow to love a woman you didn’t want to marry, oh how I wished you would’ve pulled me onto the stage and married me instead…

“Would you, Gojo Satoru, be the legal husband of Naoko Tsurugi and love her forever?”

“No.” You spoke. That stern look in your eyes sent shivers down my spine, but thank god you spoke up. The girl you married also opposed your marriage too, and said she had someone she wanted to marry. Your gaze looked soft, as if a stone was lifted from your heart.

I’d thank the heavens if they gave me a chance to savour your love again, and I’d never thank it enough when you pulled me on the stage and asked me to marry you instead. Naoko didn’t seem opposed at all, instead, she was the biggest supporter and told us to kiss.

“Well what do you say princess, would you like us to get married?”

“What if I say no.”

“You wouldn’t say no to me.”

What could I say, those years of bonding really made us lucky. And it seems like I could never get rid of Gojo Satoru. But I love it so much.

Only that sunset finally had two silhouettes.

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sunrise

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #drabble #gojo and you #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu satoru #i am not okay #jjk #a bit sad if you squint

[deadlittledogs]

Okay sorry giant rant about my coworker and the horrible day of work I had yesterday due to her lol.

My coworker, who I originally loved working with, is fucking destroying me now. I don’t know what happened…. I really got along with her initially because she’s autistic and I appreciated that our convos were very straight forward. If she says something- she means it, and I enjoyed being able to talk to someone without ‘jumping through hoops’ so to speak. A lot of our younger coworkers really despise her for that very reason and take her blunt directness as being bossy and over controlling though, which to me just showed a lack of understanding towards tone implication and body language. Nothing about her ever came off as condescending or demanding, even when she was prattling off a whole list of chores for me.

BUT SINCE FOSTERING THESE CATS…. AUGHHH…. SHE’S BEEN ON MY DICK DUDE. It’s her special interest so I’ve been attempting to humor her the best I can but I like my space and I already have a bit of an evasive personality when it comes to these things. I don’t see us as being close enough that she needs to come over every week and….. hangout…….

I feel especially soured about this demanding "I Have To Come Over I Have To Come Over Right Now" vibe because the last time she came over she made a comment about my friend who had stayed over the week prior, saying we both….. hurt her feelings…. for some reason..... which. KIND OF PISSED ME OFF? It was such a nothing interaction we all had, such surface level pleasantries, but yet somehow my buddy was ‘confrontational’ and I had referred to her as ‘coworker’ instead of ‘friend’ which made her upset. OKAY….. I GUESS……….?

It really made me grit my teeth because, I don’t know, man, who the fuck are you? Just be pissed off I wasn't texting you back like a normal person and use that to stir the pot, don’t mix in all this other weird shit involving my friend who you spoke 5 fucking words to like it's supposed to mean something.

And then yesterday.... UGHHHH.... She comes into work while I was having a pleasant enough time making mild eye contact with the tiny skater boy at my job and instantly she fucking has this GIANT meltdown because the candies in storage aren’t alphabetized anymore. The managers try to convince her it’s fine, the person who organized them that way is trying to tell her it’s fine, I’M trying to tell her it’s fine, but she starts throwing the candy everywhere and fucking yelling at people anyways. She's losing her shit. She's three seconds from going postal. She's about to kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out. It gets to the point where the younger manager finally snaps and tells her she’s not the one whos running the place and things are allowed to change and she starts bawling her eyes out and completely runs off.

I'm flabbergasted.

She vanishes for about 30 minute before texting me to see if she can go home alongside me after my shift ends in a couple hours. She's one of the only closers for the night so without her everyone else would be totally porked in the ass. I WAS LIKE….. NO????? YOU HAVE TO….. WORK???????? THIS WOMAN IS ALMOST 50. I JUST IGNORED IT AND TOLD THE MANAGER SHE WAS GONNA TRY AND RUN OFF LOL.

The tension in the air after that was palpable. I'm standing there in the corner with all my muscles wounded and tight because I can taste the pungent malcontent in the space around us like mold on the walls. All of this over fucking candy. I tried my best to mind my own business but she ends up getting pissed off at me an hour down the line because I didn’t run after her and try to comfort her while she was crying. She asked me how I perceived the whole situation and I tried to explain to her, in my best guidance counselor sort of tone, that, well, you might've had a little bit of an overreaction there, buddy. Obviously this stems from your autism but there needs to be a healthier way to manage that where it doesn't involve getting everyone upset.

She basically tells me I have low empathy.

OOF..... I guess it hurt a little because it feels a bit true at times, even if I know it's not. I have a great deal of empathy but I'll admit, it gets buried down below, and there's a hurt in me bad enough that it's sort of blocked everything out. On one hand it's nice, because I'm not sitting around crying all day anymore but it can suck when I'm having a good time with a friend or having a fun experience and all I can focus on is the mawing black hole inside of me eating all of it up. I used to get a great deal of comfort from being able to be that shoulder to cry on, to give someone advice I really thought would help them, being useful to others in one of the only ways I felt I could; but now I feel like a walking wasteland. I keep losing my shit with my dad because the amount of emotional regulation and faux therapy he needs from me is enough to have me sitting in my room all day prodding my tongue against the steel barrel of a six shooter just so I'll be left alone.

I think the problem with this coworker is she wants to be friends, like friends-friends, but she doesn't even fucking know me. I don't want this little gnat of responsibility buzzing around me all the time, one more person I have to worry about fucking it up with, one more lie I have to spit out because I'm putting on a face for her. It's exhausting. Can't we just shoot the shit and do stock orders together? Why does it have to be this whole fucking thing every single time now? You were supposed to be drama-free but now you're either banging on my door during my precious goon hours or you're crying that I won't take care of you and I'm a bad friend. LIKE DUDE JUST CUT YOURSELF IN THE BATHROOM LIKE A NORMAL PERSON IDK.

It did sort of make me feel like an asshole. Sure, I thought the whole situation was retarded but she was a person in a need and I deliberately avoided her. I knew in that moment when she ran off that she was probably expecting me to follow, but instead I chose to stay due to my own feelings on the manner (-mainly, "this is a dumb"). I dunno, I guess it's something to reflect on further.... but I'll also say my history of needing to emotionally regulate people all the time, mainly with my father and my ex-bestie, isn't healthy and I should be allowed to have boundaries when it comes to that stuff.

Overall I just want to avoid this coworker now lol. I placated the situation by inviting her over next week and telling her she could come play with the cats again, though it's not something I feel particularly enthused about. I JUST WANT TO QUIT THIS JOB......... One of the only other decent workers is leaving and I'm going to be left with all the high school dumb dumbs who stand around on their phones all day and have no idea how to do fucking anything without constant instruction. Like I've mentioned before, MAYBE I CAN MAKE MONEY OFFA MY ART and only need to work there like twice a week. It's a nice job in the sense that I can fuck around, it's insanely easy and they don't really care when I call out or take long vacations. It'd be nice if I could make the brunt of my earnings at home in muh pj's and just use the butthole job as supplemental income to make sure I'm not eating shit every month lol. We will see though.... LE SIGH.......

[falling-violet-petals]

I finished reading The other wind (the 6th and last book of the Earthsea cycle) just yesterday and I'm still trying to collect my thoughts on it. It's just genuinely life-changing. It's so incredibly human, no other piece of art before had made me feel so at peace with myself before. From the first to the last book Earthsea is just an oath to life and death, to selfhood.

"I think," Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, "that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live. I can give back to the world all that I didn't do. All that I might have been and couldn't be. All the choices I didn't make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world. To the lives that haven't been lived yet. That will be my gift back to the world that gave me the life I did live, the love I loved, the breath I breathed."

This quote towards the end of the novel just made me bawl my eyes out but in the best of ways, not of sadness, and I couldn't stop crying for the rest of the book, and for the next hour after I finished it.

And the end, oh my god, the end. I won't spoil it but without Le Guin even knowing it every important moment of all the previous books just leads to it, Ged's shadow, Tenar's name, Arren's acceptance of the possibility of death and Ged's glass of water spent on the dry land, Tenar's love for a burned child and Tehanu's link to Kalessin. It is so fitting and Le Guin treats its themes with such dignity and respect. This series has done what no other thing could before, it has made me respect death but not with fear. Maybe I should learn more about taoism, maybe it was just how UKLG wrote it exactly the way I needed to read it, but that idea of balance and returning to the earth after we die has changed something in me.

And on a bit of a different topic (although really it is just the same thing) it has also changed my view on fantasy as a whole, which is surprising as someone who's been reading fantasy since I was 10. Although I feel like the seeds of change where there beforehand and these books watered them and made them turn into plants. I've always found something unsettling in the use of violence and war and the concepts of good and evil in most fantasy stories, I've always hated fantasy games whose sole purpose was mindlessly killing enemies, I've always had trouble believing the end of Harry Potter, where all evil is finished when the evil person (who was evil from birth because of magic) was killed. UKLG has shown me the alternative to all these stories. Evil in Earthsea is internal, not an external being that personalizes it, and it is a possibility in all humans. Ged and Cob could have both been evil, but Ged isn't because he has chosen not to. Ged does wrong, and he fixes it not by wining a violent battle against evil but by choosing to accept his own shadow and his own eventual death. Tenar chooses to be Tenar and not Arha. The dragons of Earthsea have no ability to choose good or evil, and that is what makes them free, and what makes them animals, but humans do have choice. They must find themselves and make peace with their life and with their death. The main characters are constantly re-considering their own selves and choosing themselves along with the change that is happening in their world, and the end to it all is not a return to the status quo but an undoing of what has been made wrong, an end to immortality, a reconciliation with the human fact that we have no choice over death. No win of a battle can restore the balance, no evil is inherent and no killing can stop evil.

Percy Jackson has been my favorite series for a long time now. It is not perfect in the slightest and a big part of my liking for it is the nostalgia that I have for having read them when I was 12 years old. But there has always been something in it that I have admired over many other books. The gods do wrong that they fail to acknowledge, and that is their downfall. Luke is a complex villain, and like Tenar he is under control of a greater evil, not fully to blame but also being under the consequences of his own choices to remain there. And when Percy saves the day he doesn't question the reign of the gods the way I would have liked it, but he rejects immortality and godhood, because he knows himself beyond the power of the gods and chooses to live, and instead he forces them to accept to fix what they have done wrong. Even with its faults and holes that meant something to me as a kid, and it has stayed my favorite since then because of it, but it didn't fully fill the longing in me for a story that would really tell what I wanted to be told. I think Earthsea, written way before I was even born, is that story for me, I think UKLG knew what I needed to know long before I did.

I guess this is my way of saying that Earthsea is my favorite now, and I think it will be for a long time.

#book review #idk if reviews are going to become a recurrent thing but I'll tag it just in case #earthsea #ursula k. le guin #earthsea cycle #the other wind #also brief analysis of Percy Jackson #literary criticism

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: There is a lot of cuteness in this one. I feel like there needed to be a bit more of it since the other few chapters were a bit heavier. And I've also been waiting to add something referring to the Today Show song performances, they are just so fun to watch (despite the missing member). Hopefully it's fun to read about too.

Warnings: Some language, a little jealousy, intercourse, mention of Zayn feeling ill

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CHAPTER 9 -

EVERY STEP I TAKE I'M FEELING MORE & MORE

Nov 15th, 2014

'Four' officially came out yesterday! It was such a cool moment! You'd heard snippets of the songs, and the album was leaked about a week ago, but it was still an amazing moment to be a part of with all the guys. And you finally got to hear all of the songs in full. Harry jokes that he won't be able to hear or sing 'No Control' without thinking of you, adding that he is thankful it won't be on their tour setlist.

Today was exciting in its own way. One Direction is recording for the Band Aid 30 charity single, and Harry is very focused on that.

"I want to wear something different but that doesn't stand out too much, it's not about me today."

"You have a heart of gold, Harry Styles."

You look into his eyes. [Is he an actual angel or something?]

"I think I have the perfect shirt" and you hand him a cream button up with large black motorcycles scattered on it. Neutral is almost always a safe bet.

~~~~~

At the recording, you are a bit starstruck with so many artists gathering in one room. Since it's a bit crowded, you and Natalie aren't really able to watch them record the whole time. But whenever there is a break between sessions, Amelia gives you and Natalie each a turn to check over the guys' outfits and be on standby.

You get to see them record just a little bit of the chorus, singing 'feed the world' and you can't keep yourself from welling up. Emotions have been something you can't and don't really hold back anymore since 'being with' Harry.

Niall happens to look in your direction for a quick second and smiles.

When it's all done, hours later, everyone piles back into the vans you came in. Niall pulls you and Natalie in their van so you get to ride back to the hotel with them all.

"That was incredible!" Natalie beams. "So many celebrities, and such a good song!" She makes sure to add, "and a great cause, of course."

"Yeah, it's really nice to do something like that." Zayn answers.

Niall elbows you and blurts out, "Superstar over here was bawling!" He laughs.

"I'm glad I had your sweater with me to wipe my snot, thanks!"

Niall lets out his contagious laugh.

Harry, sitting next to you and doing everything he can to keep his hands on his knees, leans over and whispers, "I think you're the one with the heart of gold, Sunshine. Golden."

~~~~~

Nov 16th, 2014

Today you arrive in Orlando. You get to have a little bit of fun and explore Universal Studios, where the guys will be performing tomorrow.

Levi actually flew out to help the sound crew, so Natalie is excited to spend some time with him later. She seems happy and you're happy for her. You two and Amelia move around with the guys during the day, as they do some Q&As and soundchecks. You can't really be around Harry too much, it's too hard not to flirt and touch, so when you actually are, you have got to be extra professional. You see Liam's girlfriend, Sophia, being able to hang on her man. You listen to Natalie talk about how much fun she is having fun with Levi. You don't get to do those things with Harry, and it's been fine while being your little hotel bubble. But now, while out in the open, this is harder. And the worst part is that you don't know if you even have the right to feel this way, not really knowing what you are to Harry. You start to quiet down and close yourself off a bit.

"Anyone want to go on some rides?" Louis asks, super pumped. He points at each person, then lands on you. You shake your head.

"I'm not a big roller coaster person." You shrug.

"Yeah, me neither." You hear Harry agree.

The rest of the group runs over to get on a massive ride, and you wait back with Harry and some security guards.

"Now we get a chance to hang out a little." He says, looking over and smiling. But it disappears quickly, seeming to realize that your mind is somewhere else.

"What's wrong, love?"

You try to respond, "I'm fi-" but he interrupts.

"Please don't. I can tell you're upset."

You sigh as you look at the ground. You make sure to be careful with what you say, in case someone overhears the conversation.

"I'm just bummed that I don't get to hang out here with-" you pause not knowing what to call your relationship, "with the guy I'm into." That's the best you've got right now.

He scoffs. "The guy you're into, huh?" He smirks. "Because he works a lot?"

You shake your head in disagreement. "I don't mind that. He has a cool job."

He smirks back. "I bet it's hard for him too Y/N. I bet he cares about you a lot."

"Maybe." You poke your tongue out at him.

Right then you hear some screaming girls and turn to see a handful of cellphones pointed in your direction. He waves at the small group of fans and apologizes for not being able to head over to them (security reasons). Then he looks back at you.

You can see their hearts breaking, and you get an idea. "Do you think… I organize a little something for them, for later?"

He looks curious but nods. "I trust you." And so you walk over to them.

"Hey ladies! How are you?"

They are shaking and almost crying. "Hiiii! Wow! Do you work with One Direction?"

"Yep!" You motion them to lean so that they can hear what you're about to say.

You whisper, "I'm sorry they can't really step out here right now. But… if you are going to be at the next Q&A, come find me afterwards and I can try to get you a quick special moment for autographs and photos."

"Oh my gosh! No way! Thank you!" They squeal.

"It's my absolute pleasure ladies! You mean so much to them. You're the reason they get to do this!" You wink at them and you add, "And that gives me a job too!" You say goodbye and walk back towards Harry.

He still looks extremely curious, since he didn't get to hear what was going on.

"Well, I'm sorry, I added one more quick thing to your schedule."

He smiles. "That's… the best. You're the best, Sunshine."

His comment doesn't even register in your mind. "And now they know I work with you, so they won't think anything is going on here."

He frowns a little and whispers, "but that's not really true…"

You sigh and whisper back, "but it is out here…"

~~~~~

Nov 17th, 2014

The rest of the day yesterday, you were both pretty quiet, and busy, but he still tried what he could to make you smile- with silly comments and faces every so often. That's who he is.

The morning is a little chaotic. Zayn isn't feeling well, and won't be participating in the 'Today Show' performance. This means the guys have to take over his parts of the songs, so there was a bit to figure out and practice before getting on stage later.

You figured you wouldn't see much of Harry today, but it's between some Q&A appearances, and he is walking up to you with two coffees in hand.

He motions you over to a little secluded walkway on the side of a store and hands you your drink.

He frowns. "You are beautiful, Sunshine!" Then he smiles. "I'm so lucky."

"Hey, love. You look great!" He looks you up and down, but you roll your eyes. You're wearing a white and grey horizontal striped button up tucked into light denim jeans, white sneakers, and your hair in a ponytail. Nothing special.

You mildly giggle. "Because you get to see me?"

"No. Because I get to be with you." He argues.

You roll your eyes again. "Well, you won't be with me for long, you're performing soon."

"That's not what I meant." He stops what he was saying and looks up at you. He coughs. "I'm sorry if I upset you yesterday."

You shake your head. "You didn't upset me. I was just in a weird mood and being dumb."

"How so?"

Surprisingly, you don't even stop to think, before letting all your thoughts out. "I was getting jealous. It's so dumb. I was seeing Liam and Sophia together, and hearing Natalie talk about Levi… and I was jealous. Like I said, it's dumb. I've been having such an amazing time with you... I knew the little bubble would pop at some point, but I guess I wasn't ready for it to feel that way. It just bummed me out that I didn't get to walk around with my boyfriend and hold his hand."

You realize what you just said. Your heart stops and your eyes suddenly shoot up to his. You instantly put your hands up to your face, trying to convince yourself not to make a run for it.

[Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit]

He doesn't say anything right away. You're starting to panic a little, feeling like you just screwed up everything again. Instead of pushing him away from not expressing your feelings, now he'll run away because you're expressing them too much!

"Umm… boyfriend?" He asks, quietly. You want to cry.

"Oh god. I'm sorry. No, I... I didn't mean to say that." [That might be a lie]

"So you didn't mean me?"

You're embarrassed and your cheeks are getting more red by the second. You can only look down at this point and shut your eyes tight. You're getting scared. But you've done so well at not hiding your feelings anymore and don't want to lie.

"No, I-..." [Tell the truth. Say something!] "Oh god. I just meant... in general." [Nope, lie]

"So you don't want me to be your boyfriend." He says, less of a question and more of a conclusion.

"No. I… shit," you growl at yourself for being so flustered and fucking this up. "I think I do... I'm sorry… I do want that." And there's the end of whatever you two had.

All of a sudden you feel his hand on your chin, pulling it upward. You quickly look around, but no one can see you.

"Don't be sorry. Look at me please." He requests.

"Yeah, I'd rather not at this moment."

"Sunshine. Please look at me." His gentle tone is the reason that you do what he asks, seeing the biggest smile you've ever seen on his face.

"Can you say it again?"

"What?"

He clears his throat. "Can you say it again, but to me this time?"

You whisper, "my... boyfriend…"

He closes his eyes and he lets out a strong exhale. "See? I'm so lucky, because I get to be with you, the most beautiful girlfriend ever."

Your heart stops again.

"This is all kind of new to me, love. I can't promise we can be all lovey in public, yet, I want to protect this. But I can promise that you don't have to wonder how I feel about you. I'm yours."

"I don't care, H. As long as we know where we stand, then I can handle it."

"You called me 'H'. I like it."

He turns you around so no one can see you, then pulls you in for the most tender kiss you two have shared so far.

You walk back out where everyone else is and the group of fans from earlier finds you instantly. Their mouths drop, seeing Harry standing next to you.

"Hey ladies!" [Thank god they didn't come over there a few minutes ago]

You look at your watch and then at Harry, seeing if they have a few minutes for those girls. He nods.

"Okay, let's sneak over to the side of that little stage. I'll grab the rest of the guys. I'm sorry Zayn isn't here though, he's a bit sick."

Once everyone is gathered, the guys graciously sign some posters and take photos, thanking them for their support. The girls even give you hugs and thank you for doing that for them.

After it's done, you look at the guys. "Sorry I threw that at you guys. They had looks so heartbroken earlier, I couldn't take it. I just wanted to do something special for them."

The guys look at each other and then smush you into a group hug. "We love our fans! And we love you for doing that for them!" Niall reassures you.

"I told her she's the best for doing it!" Harry adds, and squeezes your waist as you continue to get smuthered in the group hug.

~~~~~

You're now standing around with the guys before they go on the big stage for their 'Today Show' performance. It's a bit crowded in the little space off to the side, with all the crew from One Direction's team and from the show. You and Harry wiggle your way to each other, so you can do your job of course, and you subtly squeeze his hand. He looks down at you and winks.

"Good luck Rockstar."

"Where are you standing?"

You get a mischievous look and shrug. "Game time. Have to find me." He suddenly bites his lower lip at your words and you can't help but stare down at them for a moment.

"Settle down, Sunshine. M'bout to go on stage, can't have my pants too tight up there." He whispers

You poke your tongue out at him. He smirks and adds, "hey, I said settle down."

You shake your head. "Have fun, H." You walk away.

You and Natalie stand over by the sound booth, away from everyone else. She gets to be with Levi and you get a good view of Harry.

'Steal My Girl' is being introduced first and as he looks to his right, he instantly notices you. He does a funny little clap. They start singing and he looks over again, doing a funny little dance. As Niall's part ends, he licks his finger and pretends to play the bass guitar.

[Umm... why was that so hot?]

"Harry's in a good mood today…" Natalie observes.

You haven't had the chance to tell her what happened earlier. So all you can do is blush. "He's always goofing around on stage."

"Mhmm…" She responds.

He's stealing glances the whole time. Natalie seems to notice it a lot during 'What Makes You Beautiful' and 'Best Song Ever'.

Harry Styles… now your boyfriend… is up on stage singing beautiful songs, being adored by everyone. But when he looks over, you feel as if he's singing just to you.

You might never get rid of the constant butterflies fluttering around in your stomach.

[He's definitely not the lucky one here, you are]

~~~~~

Nov 23rd, 2014

Today has already been extremely busy, because tonight is the American Music Awards. One Direction are nominated in multiple categories and you are so excited for them.

The downside is that you don't really get to be involved in the event. You and Natalie are able to join the crew but only observe the process of getting them ready. It makes sense though, the award shows are a big deal, so of course the head stylist is going to take control.

Harry is one of the first ones to get ready. You love the jacket with the gold details that he picks. He does find you after he changes and asks what your thoughts are. You reassure him that it is perfect.

Once they are ready to head to the red carpet, you give each guy a hug and wish them good luck. It takes everything in you not to kiss Harry.

The rest of the crew who are staying behind gather in the trailers to watch the interviews and the award ceremony. It is fun to see what celebrities are there, and everyone's unique style.

You can't help but laugh when the guys are interviewed by two very nice ladies, but are clearly uncomfortable… Harry ends it after one of them asks Zayn about her shoulders. These guys are so polite, it's too funny at times.

~~~~~

The night goes on and One Direction wins three awards! Each time they win, everyone in the trailer cheers, claps, stomps their feet, etc. That's been the upside of the night. You may not get to be inside with the band but this feels like it may be an ever better experience. You're surrounded by so many other people who work behind-the-scenes, yet don't get/need any credit for it. They all love the guys too. Plus, you get to be as loud and crazy as you want when you celebrate.

After winning the third award, you send a group text to them all.

:you: i am so fucking proud of you all! you are probably my favorite pop/rock band… i'm pretty sure i voted for you ;) you work so hard and you deserve this, love you guys!

:niall: and i'm your favorite band member right? :)

:liam: thanks darling! we love you too. ps. vote for liam

:zayn: thanks love! i'm best dressed right?

:louis: so that leaves me with 'most talented'!

:harry: thanks for always supporting us.

And then you get a separate text from Harry.

:harry: you've made this the best year yet, Sunshine. i won when i met you.

:you: i'm so proud and happy for you, H.

:you: but do you ever stop being cheesy?

:harry: what? you don't think my lines are… gouda?

:you: oh my god.

:harry: i'll see you later and we can celebrate?

:you: the awards or your terrible joke? :)

:harry: both, but definitely more so the joke!

:you: goodbye!

Then you get a separate text from Niall.

:niall: i love you, you're one of my best friends, but i'll cut you out if you don't stop texting harry! he is biting his lip & i swear he's gonna try to start rubbing my thigh in a minute.

:you: are you not already used to that? ;)

~~~~~

There are post-show interviews, that can take a while, so you and Natalie have time to help pack up and then head to Harry's house.

:you: need me to make you some food?

:harry: too good to me, maybe a sandwich?

:you: done, see you soon

:harry: see you soon love xx

As you finish putting his food together, with a glass of champagne as celebration, Harry walks through the door.

"Congratulations on your terrible joke!" You laugh.

"Thank you, Sunshine. I worked so hard on it!"

"But seriously, H, I'm so proud of you."

He is standing in front of you and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek, then grabs his sandwich to take a bite.

"Mmm, just what I needed." He smiles.

"I can give you something else if you want…" you wink.

"You little minx." He smirks. "I want to, so badly, but I might pass out as soon as I hit the bed. I'm so sorry, love." He drops his head, looking as if he disappointed you.

You grab his face so he will look at you. "Hey. I'm not with you for your dick… it's a nice perk though. I like doing 'normal' boyfriend/girlfriend things with you too." You kiss his lips. "Finish eating and we can go cuddle in bed. I'll be the big spoon if you want."

~~~~~

Nov. 24th, 2014

Cuddling with Harry is one of your favorite things to do. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, and you were able to just lay there and admire him. The shape and feel of his body, the tattoos that seem to be perfectly placed, the smell of him that you just seem to love so much… it's all perfect. He's perfect. You have to soak it all up right now too, because the boys are headed to Australia for the ARIA awards show and some tv appearances, and you won't be joining this time.

Since Harry will be leaving tomorrow for Sydney, you want to do something special for him. You wake up early, rummage through the bag you have packed, and find the lace lingerie you bought just for this occasion. You sneak into the bathroom to put it on and throw on a puffy robe to cover up the surprise.

Natalie left for Levi's, so you go down to the kitchen to start some coffee and make some breakfast.

He makes his way down just as breakfast is ready. "Good morning, love. Smells good in here!" He pauses to look at you in the robe. "You look comfy."

"I was going to get dressed but I just needed to put on something cozy." You lie.

"I said you look comfy. That doesn't mean you don't look sexy."

You blush. He walks up to you and you hand him a coffee mug. He takes a few sips, then grabs the mug from your hand and puts them both on the counter.

He grabs around your waist with one arm and pulls you closer to him. He uses his other hand to cup your cheek, landing a strong, but sweet kiss on your lips.

"I love this." He mumbles, and his lips instantly find that spot on your neck. He starts to run his hand under your robe to grab your breast, then suddenly pulls away and smirks.

"What's going on here, hmmm?"

"I don't know what you mean." You say, playing coy.

He pulls the tie on your robe and opens it up, stepping back to take it all in. You let the robe fall.

He lets out a quick exhale and steps right back to you, grabbing under your ass and picking you up. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You meet each other's lips and move perfectly with each other. You bite his lower lip and he quietly moans. He walks you a few steps and holds you against one of the kitchen walls. He takes his lips off yours and moves them back to your neck.

"Oh my god," you whisper.

He grabs you tighter and pushes his hips against you more. You use one hand to grab his curly hair. He hums against your neck. This alone is giving you so much pleasure and you are already so wet.

He adjusts his grip and then swings around to put you on the counter. Your legs and arms still wrapped around him. He places one hand on your back and uses the other to pull down on your lace panties. You lift up enough so he can slide them off, and drop your legs down so they can fall on the floor. He runs his free hand up and down your thigh, grabbing it for a second each time he moves it. Then he runs his finger tips up and down your center, making subtle circles when he reaches the top.

"Please, H. Please go in." You beg. And he slides both fingers in gently. You grab his hair tighter.

He starts to pick up his pace, hitting your spot perfectly each time, like he always does.

"Love, I'll get you to finish like this if you want. But I do really want to fully be inside you." He states.

"I want that too." You utter.

He pulls you closer so that you are right at the edge of the counter, then pulls his pants down to his thighs. You lean back on your hands and he wraps one arm around your waist, then uses his other to slightly prop up one of your legs.

"Safe?"

"Yes."

He teases with his tip for just a second before sliding in. "Fuck, love, this always feel so good!"

You hold his head still so you can kiss him again, him separating your lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss.

As he picks up his pace you moan against his lips, which makes him go faster. You throw your head back and can only keep exhaling heavily as he gets you closer. "Harry, I'm close!" He thrusts harder. "Oh god. Please keep doing that!"

He lets out a grunt which you know means he's close too. One more thrust and you're done, just as he pulls out and releases on your stomach.

He puts his arms on either side of your waist, leaning against the counter, as he catches his breath. You grab his face for a kiss.

He looks in your eyes, his gaze flickering back and forth between the two. "I love being here with you." He confesses. "I'm so sorry I have to leave tomorrow."

He stands up, helps you clean up, and then helps you off the counter.

"It's alright, H. How about we just lounge around and watch movies? Normal couple type stuff."

"Perfect." He looks at your plates and laughs. "Go pick one and I'll remake breakfast."

"I'm going to change first."

He pouts. "Boo, no fun." Then he starts singing.

(No Control)

Powerless

And I don't care, it's obvious

I just can't get enough of you

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed

No control

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[3vwritesthings]

THE LONG AWAITED PART 2 OF THE “BEANS” FANFIC.

Chapters: One || Two || Three (WIP) ||

Summary: Enemies to lovers with Itto. Y/N is beginning to get used to the giant oni.

A/N: kinda rushed, school started sooo🤷‍♀️

BEANS (Pt. 2):

You lay on your bed motionless staring up at the ceiling. This continues for another what seems to be 10 minutes before turning your head to look at the clock sitting on the nightstand beside you.

2:37am. Great. You needed to get up early in the morning to re-pick those lavender melons for Ayato since they’d been dropped so carelessly earlier on the island. It wasn’t your fault either. It was because Itto had flung you over his shoulder like a sack of beans, causing you to have let go.

Itto. Right. He’s the reason you didn’t get what needed to be done, done. All because of him. That stupid, irrational, uncontrolled himbo. Your mind floats off to the same oni. The one who you spent the evening with yesterday. The one who had asked you to go to his party, and the person who just so happens to be your rival.

“Hmph”, you frown. Who does he think he is?!

You shove all other thoughts but the negative ones back down in your brain, but they can’t help but resurface the more you think about the man.

You pick up the pillow to your right and scream into it before your vision blurs and darkness consumes you.

“Hey, amigo!”

You sit upright immediately, eyes shot open, heart beating out of your chest, quickly scanning the room for whatever or whoever would have said that. Right, left, down-

“Ah!”

“Oops, sorry to scare ya compadre!” Itto says above you. The alarm clock next to your bed reads 7:30. I wanted to apologize for making you drop those lavender melons the other day, so I picked some and thought I’d drop them over.

“Oh, right! If you’re wondering how I found you, I asked one of your friends, who just happens to be the Deputy Leader of the Arataki Gang!”

You rub your eyes, startled and scared with many questions, but ultimately decide that you’re too tired to do anything about it. It’s not like he’s here to hurt you, right?

“Deputy Leader?”

“You may know her as Kuki Shinobu.”

“Kuki?! She gave you my location?-“

You’ve known Shinobu for many years and had heard rumors on the street that she’d joined the Arataki Gang, but to hear it yourself was jolting. Someone like her calm, organized, and collected self joining a gang that was the complete opposite?! Impossible!

“Yeah, she said she knew you from a while back when I asked her.

“Anyway, here’s your lavender melons.” Itto hands you a basket. “I’ll uh…get out of your house now…sorry for startling you by the way!”

After he leaves, you shuffle out of bed to get ready and then attempt to deliver the melons off to Ayato again.

All in all, you’re actually very thankful for Itto’s services…once you had checked the melons for poison.

Ayato thanks you for the delivery, and after, you decide to go out and play with the little kids outside. Some would fly kites, some would play tag, others would play hopscotch, use a frayed old rope to jump with, or play foursquare with a temari.

You’re teaching a group of kids how to weave baskets when you suddenly hear crying behind some food stalls. Telling the kids to continue their craft, you get up to investigate.

Turning the corner, you see Itto shouting with joy as the kid across from him bawls his eyes out.

“AHA! This new onikabuto is now mine! But, uh- hey, kid, you win some you lose some. Maybe you’ll get it back someday…But maybe not, I mean, this onikabuto is pret-ty cool.”

“I-it’s ok Mr. Itto, you won fair and square…” The kid dashes off after finishing his sentence, tears still dripping down his face.

Out of impulse you grab the oni by his ear, tugging his head down.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you! Are you scamming kids or something?! Swindling them of their possessions through an unfair game you have the upper hand on?!”

“I know that’s what it seems like, but uh- hear me out! I won that onikabuto fair-and-square! Plus, that kid agreed to play! It’s not my fault! He was lookin’ for a new beetle, and I NEVER back down from a challenge. So, being the ultimately awesome dude that I am, I told the kid I’d give him mine if he won! But it’s only fair if the stakes are equal.”

You let go of his ear in frustration.

“Hand the onikabuto over,” you say.

“WHAT?! Nah. Nuh uh. You can only get onikabuto in a fair battle!” he retorts.

After long hours of arguing, you spend another few trying to find an identical onikabuto for the kid. You finally find one that seems efficient and battle it against another to test its ability.

The kid is overjoyed to see the beetle. He thanks you kindly, hugging you, jumping up and down in excitement.

The next morning you hear a familiar voice in your ear. Slowly opening your eyes, Itto sits on the edge of your bed staring at you.

“GAH!?”

“Aha- Sorry compadre, little Atsu told me this morning that you found him a new onikabuto! I wanted to thank you. I felt really bad after that battle. I almost let him keep the beetle.”

“It was his to begin with. You’re practically teaching kids to gamble!”

“Ohhhh….” Itto gives a long sigh. “Yeah…I should’ve realized thattt…”

You smack your forehead. “Yeah. maybe.”

“I’ll make it up though! Say, you know a lot of things, can you teach me some skills? Shinobu refuses to teach me for some odd reason.”

Maybe this is an opportunity you think. Maybe you can help Itto find a set of skills he can use to help people more often.

“Alright,” you say. “First lesson tomorrow at 7am. I need to prepare.”

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[kingsnack]

I’ve had a real crappy time.

tw: pregnancy, loss of child, ectopic pregnancy, miscarriage

So June 13th I found out I was pregnant. I already have two kids, so this was definitely an adjustment but happy nonetheless. I wasn’t feeling good but chalked it up to just being pregnant, though my gut told me something wasn’t quite right I tried to ignore it. A couple days later, I started spotting, which set off some alarm bells with me since I never spotted with my two kids, but I called my OB’s office and they said to try not to worry, sometimes spotting happens and to keep an eye on it. So, I did. By that Saturday the spotting still has not tapered off and wasn’t getting better (I also started cramping) and that bad feeling in my gut had not gone away either. I just knew something was wrong. So, I went to the ER, they ran some blood work and confirmed my pregnancy but said I was likely having a miscarriage. My HCG levels were 46, not a good sign for a new pregnancy, combined with the bleeding. Monday I went to my OB’s office, did more blood work, hcg levels were 44 by now and they confirmed my miscarriage.

I was devastated and gutted, to put it simply. More appointments ensued, doing more and more blood work. Hcg levels stayed about the same, never dropped below 40, the hospital sent me to a better hospital about 45 minutes from me because they could not figure out why my hcg levels were dropping. They do more blood work, etc, and finally an ultrasound. There they see no in-uterine pregnancy and some cysts on both sides, okay sometimes they happen but they’re concerned about what’s on my right side, and from there they tell me I’m ectopic, judging by the blood work previously and the ultrasound. They can’t tell if it’s a cyst or the pregnancy but they don’t want to take their chances. Blood work at this point is 96. He wants to wait a few more days before taking action, he wants to give me a shot of methotrexate to stop the cells from growing further. We wait a couple more days, he calls me with blood work— it shot up to 115 or 120. He’s like hold up, MAYBE this is a brand new pregnancy we caught and not ectopic like we thought? Let’s wait a few more days, see what new blood work shows before we give the shot in case it’s a viable pregnancy. Great, whatever, get our hopes up. So we wait and wait.. to yesterday.

He gets my blood work back, tells me my levels went straight down to 36. Tells me I can wait until next week for more blood work or I can just get the shot, it’s up to me, but it’s NOT a viable pregnancy either way. I think on it— do I take my chances of if not being ectopic? Do I risk my fallopian tube bursting and lose a tube? I call back and decide to do the shot, I’ve had enough. I want this to be over. I spent thirty minutes of being in the infusion center bawling. The nurses were so sweet, gave me some water and blankets and talked with me before they went to give me the shot. The side affects haven’t been too pleasant, im nauseous and feeling very meh but also.. I can breathe a bit easier knowing this will be over, as horrible as this sounds. I’m trying to heal both physically and mentally, but it’s not been easy. I was planning on coming back but honestly, after this? I may take longer, I can’t muster the energy. Just wanted to give an update, I miss you all.

Take care.

#「 ooc. 」

[chuuyrr]

send this silly my melody to the inboxes of blogs you wish to give a big large hug and a soft kiss!

ugh niki i’ve been wanting to stop by since valentines but i’ve felt so exhausted :’) anyways here i am now, i am wishing you a HUGE GOODLUCK ON YOUR EXAMS !! i just know you’ve been studying so hard,, all of it is going to pay off !! <3 okay wait wait—

if there was one person chuuya admired in his class, it would be niki. he admired how hardworking and diligent of a she was. moreover, despite how hard and exhausting the classes got, she always kept an uplifting and kind attitude.

he also thought niki was gorgeous. to be intelligent, pretty, and nice—how could he not notice her?

so, when the last exam of the last day was over, chuuya approached her for the first time with a bouquet of flowers and a note.

i think you’re really cute + i admire how hard you work. i got these flowers ‘cause you deserve it. :)

REVERIE !! thank u sm <3

tbh, i've been feeling quite discouraged as of late because the exams (so far) for this second term are so hard and earlier's inorganic chemistry humbled me real bad..

plus our anaphy subject exams yesterday wasn't as great either and i'm breaking out-ish from the stress, ok ok but READING that and that scenario of chuuya?? i can already imagine myself bawling my eyes out !! chuuya's so sweet and definitely bf shaped im gonna aaaaa :(

#⋆ ˚ 💌 love letters #from reverie ! #ok but i might like write that scenario as a fic though what if 👁👁 #thanks for dropping by ily <3

[jossujb]

A former work fried told me yesterday that after trying for a while she’s having a baby and that’s wonderful, I am so happy for her - and yet I got such a violent despair out of it too that I felt guilty.

And today just by coincidence somebody asked me why I don’t have any children myself, and after saying no they asked if I at least have cats then, but I don’t even have cats, and I’ve been swallowing tears since.

I dunno why this is affecting me so much today. Karate class so difficult today cos I was just trying to keep emotions at bay, and jus bawled my eyes out after in the shower.

Guess it’s just, you know, over the years I’v given up bunch of dreams and goals in my life. Individually they don’t feel so bad. When you get a reminder of everything that’s not gonna happen for me all of a sudden it does feel like I have failed in life and you don’t get second changes.

It won’t probably feel as bad tomorrow after I’ve cried about it enough. There’s an autumn fair this weekend! I am gonna be in our karate organization’s autumn fair demonstration group, that’s really exciting and fun, there’s no time for tears.

#jossu's random rambling

[deenoss]

Chapter Seven: Matthew 11:28

Monday

Word quickly spread across Blackwell Academy of (Y/n)'s affair. Thanks to Victoria Chase, (Y/n) was outcasted and ashamed by all who caught wind of his ostensible unfaithfulness. For the rest of that Sunday, Kate had been holed up in her room, bawling her eyes out over the scene that replayed in her head as if it were taunting her, manipulating her to relieve herself of her pain in a way she thought of many times on multiple occasions.

Nobody was allowed to see or visit Kate for the majority of the day except during her classes which was where she spent as little time focusing on her classes as she could. People were quick to point out her depression to not only their friends but also her, but not through harassment despite what Kate expected. Instead, their focus on bullying turned to (Y/n), surprisingly enough, who disagreed strongly against their accusations of unfaithfulness.

Dark clouds loomed over Arcadia Bay where the morbid appearance would surely bring rainfall later that day. Max Caulfield had been spending time with a dear friend of hers, in which her lack of awareness of Kate's predicament remained oblivious. Since Max didn't have a photography class until later that day, she spend what remained of fourth period with one of her most faithful and dedicated friends, Warren.

She didn't spend much time with him, but when Warren slipped in not-so-subtly the controversy spread throughout Blackwell Academy, it deeply concerned her. Not even five full minutes in Warren's science class and Max made her way to her photography class where she noticed everyone's presence - everyone but (Y/n) and poor, dear Kate Marsh. Out of the corner of her eye, Max happened to catch Kate being watched by David the security guard.

Max was very sceptical of his behaviour yet she was adamant on finding evidence against Nathan for his direct involvement in drugging Kate. David, however, she wanted gone. It began to pour outside but the rain wasn't fierce but just more than light. When Max tore her eyes away from Kate and David, the school bell rang and those who were in Mr Jefferson's class were asked to be seated while those who weren't were commanded to leave.

"Okay, I know you love me, but if you're not in this class, beat it. Everybody else, please sit down. We have a lot to cover today and so little time as usual. I see all the usual suspects here... anybody seen Kate Marsh? What about (Y/n) Donohue?" Mr Jefferson sang his voice out to his students.

Taylor Christensen raised her hand up and responded to Mr Jefferson. "I heard (Y/n) was snogging with Victoria yesterday outside her dorm. Kate Marsh saw everything so now she's probably running off crying."

"That doesn't answer my question, Taylor. I asked, 'where is Kate Marsh and where is (Y/n) Donohue?' Answer the question you are asked. I don't want to know what happened, I want to know what's happening right now."

"I think everybody's seen Kate Marsh by now," said Victoria who was busy pampering her lips.

"She's not feeling good." Taylor added.

"Sounds like you're giggling about a video gone viral. Maybe it involves a student, or a friend. I wonder how it would feel to have false images of yourself shot out all over the world for people to judge. Usually, people need something to judge so they never take a good look at themselves. We can thank reality TV for some of that. In the end, we can only blame ourselves for participating. Speaking of participation, there are a few souls her who have yet to enter a photo the contest. Like Max Caulfield, for example. Who I know can't wait to enter, right?"

Max tensed when she heard her name get called out by her teacher. Nobody bothered to look at her as it was always the same thing Mr Jefferson brought up almost every single lesson.

"I'm sure you read the syllabus like it was a Harry Potter book, so you must know today we're studying chiaroscuro - that beautiful word about the contrast between light and dark; the shadowplay that gives photography such... visual power. It's basic yin and yang. Black and white images are effective precisely because of their contrast. Although we don't technically see in monochr--"

Mr Jefferson was rudely interrupted by a boy with a rougher voice as he shouted at everybody in the room. "YO! Some crazy shit is going down at the dorm! Check it!"

"Zachary, do not come into my class like that ever again!"

Suddenly, a boy appeared in their class with news of something occurring at the dormitory. Everybody then proceeded to exit the classroom much to Mr Jefferson's ordering them to remain seated, but he quickly realised it all became hopeless and acknowledged their class dismissed early. In the pouring rain, everyone gathered outside the dormitory where they witnessed a shocking scene.

Kate Marsh was going to jump off the roof and kill herself.

She had her back to the crowd on the ground as she was involved in a heated argument with somebody hidden from sight. When Max caught Kate standing dangerously in the ledge of the roof, she knew she had to get up there and stop Kate before she killed herself. By reversing a few minutes, Max bought herself a bit of time to reach the the roof where she found (Y/n) attempting to calm her down and talk her away from the ledge.

"Don't come near me, (Y/n)! Seriously, don't come near me. I will jump!" Kate threatened with a trembling voice.

"Will you just listen to me?!" (Y/n) yelled.

"NO! I saw everything, (Y/n). I should've known you'd turn on me - just like everyone else has."

"You don't even know the whole story! Just step away from the ledge so I can explain everything. Please, Kate. Don't do this..."

"I'm living a nightmare and I can't wake up. I think it's better if I put myself to sleep for good."

"AND WHAT ABOUT ME?! I LOVE YOU KATE! I ALWAYS HAVE! VICTORIA CAME ONTO ME! JUST DON'T JUMP, GODDAMMIT! I need you..."

"You should have thought about that when you betrayed me, (Y/n)."

"KATE, STOP!! WAAIIITT!!"

Then, she jumped.

The audience gasped and cried when they saw Kate's body fly towards thee ground. Max couldn't bear to allow this to happen so she rewound time again but only to an extent where her head began to ache and blood ran down her nose. Kate was back on the roof with her back to Max and (Y/n) as their presence provoked Kate even more to want to jump.

"What are you doing here, Max? Stop! Don't either of you dare come near me. I'm serious. I will jump!" Kate cried hysterically as the rain mixed with her tears.

"Okay, okay. I'm right here. Kate, please..."

"Oh, Max. I know you want to help me. I love that you stepped up to David, but it doesn't matter now. Nothing matters. Life has shown me nothing is worth living for. Not for family, not for friends... and not even for love."

(Y/n)'s heart cracked at her words as if he'd been cut by a sharp, burning knife.

"You matter. And not just to me or (Y/n)." Max argued.

"I do want to believe that."

"Kate, your life is still yours. And we can help get through this together. Let me help."

Kate smiled weakly at Max but pointed accusingly at (Y/n). "I'm glad to hear you worry about me. That makes me feel better. But it can't excuse what he did to me!"

"What even happened yesterday? Victoria and Taylor said that you caught (Y/n) kissing Victoria."

It hurt Kate to have to keep bringing it up but if she were to find solace, she had to go through it again and again.

"Well, (Y/n) and I just got back from the lighthouse after our date. We went to my dorm but he said he wanted to go get something, and after a bit I went to go look for him." Kate answered with a heartbroken voice as she stared the brown-haired boy with hatred laced in her eyes. "But instead I found him locking lips with Victoria. He told me she came onto him, but after what I saw, I can't trust him ever again."

"Kate, I told you numerous times, she backed me against the wall and kissed me!" (Y/n) argued. "I would never do that to you! I poured my heart out to you, and now you just want to throw it all away when you won't even give me a chance to explain myself! All I wanted was to show you my photographs. That's why I ran back to my dorm. But I ran into Victoria when I hit the corner too sharply and all my photos scattered. She saw them and she started hitting on me and I couldn't do anything to stop her. Even if I did, she would've told the school that I harassed her or something. But this... this is not what I wanted. To hurt you was something I never want to do because I love you, Kate!"

Both girls were shocked at his confession as they stood in the rain. (Y/n) bowed his head so his chin was touching his chest, his fists clenched as he fell on his knees and then planted his hands on the wet floor. The resistance he put up in trying not to break down was commendable, but (Y/n) just couldn't hold it back anymore and sobbed.

"Please, Kate... please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

"You... you love me?"

(Y/n) sobbed hysterically as he looked up at her with red, teary eyes. "YES, I LOVE YOU! Just please come down from there!"

Conflict within Kate made her question jumping. She could see it as clear as day that (Y/n) still had feelings for her and nobody wouldn't go to such lengths if they were just using her. Kate's hazel eyes lingered on (Y/n) while Max still called for her to come down from the ledge and take her hand. Kate wanted to reach out and all she had to do was hold tightly.

Her hand subconsciously reached out for Max's as her body began to lean towards her and away from her demons when she stumbled and collapsed to the ground where Max caught her and hugged her before (Y/n) joined them. Max watched on as he and Kate went to hug one another, much to her relief. Still in arm's reach, (Y/n) and Kate stared into each other's eyes.

"I swear to you Kate, I don't like Victoria like that. I only have feelings for you. Only you." (Y/n) whispered with a trembling tone.

Kate sniffled and cracked a smile. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you, (Y/n). You're my one and only. I, I feel relieved to hear that you love me. I'm so glad I got you."

"Just please, please, please, don't ever pull that shit again."

"I promise."

(Y/n) chuckled. "Now I know why Garfield hates Mondays."

The two girls chuckled at his comment which lifted the tensity in the air. (Y/n) grabbed Kate and lifted them both up to their feet before making their way down with Max right behind them. Sirens wailed nearby, indicating that paramedics had been called onto the scene. (Y/n), Kate and Max were seen and photographed leaving the dormitory building. Max and (Y/n) weren't permitted to enter the ambulance except Kate and the medics who took her off to hospital.

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[youn9racha]

YOUU ARE SOOO BEAUTIFUUUULLLL!!!

Hey darling! How are you doing? How's your health? How are your studies? I hope you find time and energy to do all the things you want to do.

Make sure to take care of yourself. Drink enough water and don't skip any meals. Get your 8 h of sleep and reward yourself by sleeping longer or by treating yourself a bit more junk food/sweets than usual. Darling you are loved!

Take care!!!

- your loyely 💙 that randomly disappear and came back out of nowhere as of she was bilped by Thanos. LAMO!!

P.s.: Stray Kids made me bawl my eyes out. I can't stop being an emotional sensitive btch.... *crys *sobs You saw the clips to their concert in Seoul?! My heart!!! K I'll leave now... love you. Feel hugged. 💙

hiii 💙 anon !!!!

i am doing alright, just have a mild headache but thats just from yesterday's hangout, but i am good. dw i've been sleeping and eating good and drinking lots and lots of water (i mean thats all i've been drinking since im currently trying to be less dependent on caffeine)

i hope you are doing alright as well, and make sure you also follow through your advise please ❤️❤️

also, oh my god when i saw the clips/pics of the concert, i had a rollercoaster of emotions because at first i screamed and was thirsting over them of how fine these men were (even with melted dye they still look so sexy 😮‍💨) and then i began crying because of chan's speech and felix crying, truly could not handle it. but i am so happy they're back touring, and they all seem so excited and happy :((((

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