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#I really just want to stay home today but I cant and it sucks like

sooniebby · 5 months

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Pleek danny i am begging for dilf nanamin who cant so much as make small talk with Ijichi's son reader without wanting to grab the reader and bend him over the nearest object,,,, huuhdhjdjsh for kinks,,,,,, sir kink, impact play, brat taming,,,, also ftm reader bcs yk <3

ఌ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

꧁ 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙭 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

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Warnings › reader is kinda ditzy. But also unintentionally bratty and kinda crazy. Age difference, obvs. Plot… again—Femboy-ish reader in the fact some of his clothes are more feminine. Slight transphobia but nothing terrible, just two people who suck ass. Slow-ish slow burn like the Toji fic… also just start fucking randomly

Kinks › use of pussy/cunt/feminine terms, sir kink, impact play, brat taming. Reader is called good boy.

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“Excuse my son, I need to drive him to his performance.”

“Hiii~!”

You wave at the man who gets into your dad’s car. You didn’t know what type of job he did actually. He told you, ‘driver’ and that was it. So you never thought to actually question it. Though, seeing the people he usually drives… you’re starting to think he’s a mafia’s getaway driver.

This guy looked to be a bit younger than your dad, though certainly older than you. Blonde hair that was previously slicked back and now a bit messy. He sat in the passenger seat and was looking at his phone, texting someone.

When he was walking up to the car earlier, you were pretty sure he was holding a butcher knife.. but it was dark so you decided to think you were over thinking it.

You sat in the back seat, watching the street lights fade past as your dad practically speeds down to the place you were performing today.

You played the piano. Not as a job, just as something for extra cash as a college student. It helped a lot—but it was hard to find jobs in the area, most were so far that you had to have Ijichi drive you.

The car came to a halt once Ijichi reached the house you were playing at. Some rich function happening. It didn’t matter, as long as it payed well.

“Thanks, Dad. Bye, Blondie.” You said, not waiting for any type of response as you stepped out. But much to your confusion, your dad and blondie got out of the car. Though they didn’t seem to be going towards the house you were. Just looking at the abandoned building a few blocks down.

Huh… maybe your dad really is in the yakuza business.

Shit, why didn’t that pay well?

You pushed back any curiosity to see what they were up to and walk inside the house. The performance, like always, was easy. You chose the fanciest but easiest pieces to play on the piano. It was hard doing it for hours straight with only ten minutes breaks between.

It was around two hours at the party, that your phone started ringing. You tried to ignore it, wanting to finish the piece you were playing. It was going well until the sound of something collapsing outside caught the guests attention. You heard screaming and yelling as everyone was moving around in a frenzy.

But you stayed put, knowing that if you stood up, you’d get trampled. Everyone was acting too frantic for your liking. Once there was a few people left, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the home, staring right at what looked to be a building collapsed onto itself.

It was the building Blondie and your dad was looking at. It confused you as there was a crowd of people running to their fancy cars and speeding away for safety. No one called the police —all too focused on their own lives. You stepped forward, towards the street to the now collapsed building. It was old.. but how did it just break down like that? That’s not normal. Did something push into it?

“Ijichi.”

A hand grabbed your shoulder. You shrieked and began to flail your arms around.

“Unhand me, troglodyte!!! I took taekwondo four years ago! I.. remember something!!”

“Calm down. Your father is just looking for you.”

You flinched when the hand moved to grab one of your arms, effortlessly stopping your failed attempt of taekwondo. You glanced up to see Blondie, his eyebrows furrowed while there was a small little cut on his cheek. Huh, was that always there? His clothes looked dusty, as if he was rolling around in dirt.

Was he in the building before it collapsed?

“Oh, Blondie—!”

“—Nanami.”

“That’s what I said. What happened to that building? It just fell.”

Blondie—Nanami hummed. “Old buildings can fall apart after a few years of being unkept.”

“Uh… okay.” You muttered, weirded out by his answer but decided that would be enough. “Where’s Dad?”

“The car.” Nanami nodded towards your father’s car that was parked farther away from everything. You saw your father leaning against the car, his arm looking a bit.. mangled to say the least. Feeling a sense of panic, you sprinted over there and came to stop once you got a clear picture of what happened to him.

His arm looked as if it was purposely twisted into an uncomfortable position. Ijichi gave you a tight smile, obviously taken from the pain. He used his free hand to lightly pat your head.

“What… happened?” You whispered, glancing over at Nanami as he walked over. You felt an odd sensation of protection as you quickly stood between him and your father, glaring at Nanami with a tint of suspicion.

Nanami raised an eyebrow, obviously confused on why he was being suspected as a the culprit. It was odd because he was obviously hurt as well—though to a lesser extent. The cut on his cheek wasn’t the only one as there was on his forearm that was actually still bleeding through the light bandage that was used from his sleeve.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Ijichi muttered. “Did you get paid?”

“Oh.. no. I forgot to ask for money—don’t know if she’ll pay me now though.”

“Well—as you can see, (Name), I’m badly hurt. I’ll need to go get this checked out.”

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled. “I’ll drive you. I’ve been getting better.”

“No—I need you to do me a favor.” Ijichi glanced over at Nanami before leaning in close to you. “I’m sure you know I’m not just a driver at this point—but for your safety I can’t say too much.”

You gasped, dramatically putting a hand over your lips. “No…. You’re a Yakuza member?!”

Ijichi stared at you as if you were crazy. “What—? Anyway, I’ll need you to stay at Nanami’s for a few weeks. Just so I can get better at the hospital.”

“Blondie?”

“Nanami.” Nanami cut in.

“That’s what I said,” you rolled your eyes. “Why? I can stay at the house alone.”

“It’s not safe. Someone…” Ijichi paused, as if he was wondering how much he should actually tell you. “It’s just not safe. We don’t know if he’d go after you. It’s safer to stay with a sorcerer—uh.”

You blinked. “Sorcerer? Right…” You grinned, thinking your dad was just trying to be subtle about his connection to the Yakuza. “Of course. Dangerous… gang leaders and all the like.”

Ijichi simply sighed. “Yes, sure. It will only be three to four weeks maximum. I’ll be healed by then. Nanami will drive me to the hospital and then he’ll take you home so you can pack a bag, okay?”

“Fine. Doesn’t seem like I have a choice,” you whined, pouting.

“Yes, you didn’t.” Ijichi said. He used his free hand and opened the door to passenger side of the car. You sat in the back once more while Nanami went to the driver side. As he drove, you couldn’t help but glance back at the collapsed building. While Yakuza were dangerous—you haven’t seen them collapse a building before. That’d just draw too much attention to them.

At the very least, you hoped Nanami lived close to your university. It was tiring having to rely on your dad’s car to get places since you lived on the outskirts of the city. But there was an aching feeling in your stomach. How.. did your dad’s arm twist like that? Will it actually be able to be fixed?

Right before you tore your eyes away from the building, you saw the flicker of red eyes.

𖥸

Blondie’s place was actually pretty nice. It was a nice little apartment—decorated decently. Though it was obviously done by an older man. You felt odd being in a stranger’s place but you trusted your father’s judgement so you didn’t complain a lot. At least verbally.

The apartment was on the sixth floor, with nice glass windows in the living room giving you a nice gaze into the city. The building lights kept the room bright even before Blondie turned on the lights. You checked the bag you were carrying, making sure you had your shots. Blondie was carrying the heavier bags—you had practically forced him to.

Just a couple of pouts and blinks with your long eyelashes got him carrying them.

“I have a spare bedroom that you’ll stay in. There’s no attached bathroom.” He said. He walked over to a hallway that had three doors. The left was the bathroom. The right was your new bedroom and the center is obviously Nanami’s room.

As he opened the door, the room was less decorated than the rest. But that made sense—no one would be in this room often. The room didn’t look too small—a queen size bed in the middle and a singular night stand to accompany it.

A small dresser in front of the wall facing the bed—and…

A tv that had a crack on the right side of it. Blondie noticed your shocked face as he placed your bags on the bed. “The movers dropped it.” He simply said.

“Eh. Does it still work?” You muttered, grabbing the remote that rested on the nightstand. You turned it on and what played was cartoons—but in English.

“Somehow it’s stuck on Australian cartoons. I can’t change it, it was bought second hand.” He said. He grabbed the remote and seemed to try again and see what was wrong with the settings. You wondered how he could understand the English but didn’t ask. He must’ve studied English or something.

Nanami hummed as he gave you back the remote. “You can still at least flip through the channels. A few have Japanese subtitles.” Was all he said as he left the room. You glanced over at him as he closed the door behind himself.

Huh. That was abrupt.

You placed your bag on the floor and decided to just unpack everything into the small closet. It was weird to be staying at a man’s place you literally met today but if your dad trusted him, you’d “trust” him too. But at the thought of your dad, you kept thinking of his arm. The mangled arm that couldn’t possibly be fixed. But he seemed so sure.

You knew your dad treated you a bit childish compared to adults your age with their parents. It was okay when you were a kid but ever since you started transitioning it has gotten worse. But you knew why. He just wanted to protect you… It was evident in him not trusting to allow you stay home alone.

The light clink of syringes caught your attention when you accidentally jostled your bag. You took out one syringe and one of the small bottle. It took forever for you to even get the option to take testosterone. As you prepped yourself for your shot, you thought back to the red eyes. Did you imagine that?

Did you actually see that…? Or was your eyes playing tricks on you?

As you packaged the dirty syringe into a plastic bag, ready to be disposed of, there was a knock on the door. The door opened and Blondie was holding a bowl of noodles. He placed them on the nightstand.

“I would’ve made you a proper meal.” He said, vaguely pointing to his properly bandaged arm. “But I need to be careful. When you’re finished, put the bowl in the sink. Good night.”

Then he left. Again.

Gosh, why was he so abrupt when it came to his goodbyes?

The ramen was okay. It’s as good as gas station ramen is gonna be. As you placed the bowl in the sink, you walked past the living room to reach your room when you passed by a photo. The photo was inside a glass cabinet—connected to the small piece framing around the tv. You leaned in close, wanting to see who it was.

It looked to be a much younger Nanami.

Oh wow—was he emo? You laughed to yourself at his haircut. Next to him was a girl, a guy with white hair—strange, and a guy with black hair.

Wow, another emo.

You noticed someone next to Nanami, on his left.

A guy with brown hair. He looked cute—he had a wide smile. Cute.

You hummed. Their uniform looked kinda weird. Nothing close to what you wore in high school. Hm, were they also about in the Yakuza?

Do the Yakuza hire young people?

As you thought deeply on your “profound” question, you pulled away from the cabinet. Well, it wasn’t much of your concern. If you were lucky, Blondie didn’t work for the Yakuza anymore. With a huff, you walked back to your room and went to sleep for the night.

𖥸

“Blondie?”

He wasn’t there. You checked around the apartment the next morning, wanting to simply talk—mainly ask him to make you some breakfast—but he wasn’t there. Or anywhere for that matter. You plopped down into the couch and checked your phone, pouting to yourself as your thumb hovered over your father’s contact.

“She’s always in your shadow! Why did you raise her like that?!”

“Don’t speak about my son like that! You were the one who decided to not raise him, it’s not (Name)’s fault he doesn’t want to go to you.”

“Him, him, him! It’s time you stop allowing this nonsense to continue, Ijichi.”

“Whose last name does he have? Ijichi (Name)! I’ll be the one to raise my son how I see fit.”

“Fine! Continue letting ‘him’ play dress up! When that child of yours is still living in your home while giving you no grandchildren, don’t cry about how you wished you had a normal daughter!”

“Ijichi.”

You gasped, looking up as you saw Blondie staring down at you. Your eyes felt blurry—you couldn’t really see him. Blondie kneeled down, removing your glasses as he handed you a handkerchief. It was soft in your hand, as you lightly dabbed it under your eyes before full on using it to stop your tears. You didn’t even know what happened.

You didn’t want to think about her.

That woman who carried you for nine months.

Gosh, you hated her.

But she still brought you to tears so easily.

“Th…anks… Blondie.” You whispered.

“Nanami.”

“That’s what I said.”

Blondie didn’t seem to care about why you were crying. Or at the very least, was being respectful in not asking. He was still a stranger. You continued to wipe away your tears, silently grateful he was back from wherever he left off to.

“Where’d… You go?”

“Store. I was missing a few things to make breakfast.”

You glanced over to the kitchen and indeed saw him preparing something. When did he even get back? Were you that deep into your trauma flashback that you didn’t hear him? You felt your cheeks flush hot. Fuck, that’s so embarrassing. As you began rubbing a bit harder to try and lessen your puffy red eyes—your phone began to ring.

With speed you’d question back at, you checked to see who was calling.

It wasn’t your father.

Shit, it was just some guy you had in your class. The damn leech when it came to your recent project you were doing for history.

He didn’t want to do anything and embarrassingly enough, you were doing everything at this point.

You tossed your phone onto the coffee table and sighed, draping the handkerchief over your eyes as you leaned back onto the couch. You’d speak to him tomorrow. The sound of chopping and sizzling filled the room as you slowly drifted off to a comfortable nap.

It always felt good to sleep after a cry.

When you woke up, it was dark out. Shit. You glanced around the living room—noticing you had a blanket on you. As you folded the blanket back and rested it on the couch, you walked to the kitchen. You opened the fridge and saw the food Blonde was probably making. It looked to just be an omelette.

Good enough.

After microwaving and sitting down back at the couch to eat you briefly wondered where Nanami could’ve went.

Ah.

Yakuza, probably.

𖥸

“Ijichi, why didn’t you answer my phone call?”

You sighed as you were roughly grabbed by your infamous slacker. You stared at him with no intention to really speak to him—just let him rant about how “you’re not listening to him” or “why do you hate him?” Whatever bullshit he comes up with.

“I’m trying to help with this project, really,” he begins and then just blabbers on.

You don’t pay attention. It goes on for maybe a few minutes until you see a crowd of people leaving their classroom. Perfect. You pushed slacker’s hands off of you and seamlessly phased into the group of people walking away.

It’s only been about two days but it felt like years since you’ve seen your dad.

Huh.

Maybe she was right about—

You shake your head. Fuck that lady! She’s burnt flesh now anyway.

As you walk away from your university, you came face to face with a dilemma. You don’t know where Nanami’s apartment is—you kinda just left on auto pilot to not miss class. And shocker, you never got his number to call him.

Well shit.

You aimlessly walked around the city for a bit, just enjoying the nice day. The sunlight shined down onto you as you giggled a bit. Hm, the sun is nice. You decided to just text your dad for Nanami’s phone number. So while you waited for him to answer your text—you stopped by a nearby cafe for some coffee.

Right when you left the cafe, you noticed something weird.

Red eyes just staring at you—right from across the street. Inside a building that looked to be abandoned. Wow, when did Japan have so many abandoned buildings. You instinctively stepped forward, trying to see if this was just something you were seeing by chance.

You used the cross walk to go across the street, getting face to face with the building. But the eyes were gone. You hummed, starting to believe maybe you were going through it. This is perhaps the longest you’ve gone no contact with your dad—you’re probably just worried. Especially with the injury you saw him with.

A mangled arm.

Anyone would be reeked with worry.

As you pulled out your phone to check if your dad answered you yet, you felt yourself freeze. There was someone watching you. No… something.

You glanced up, looking into one of the building’s window and gasped in shock at the sight of what you were seeing. It wasn’t human. And it looked like a huge centipede, staring at you as if you were a piece of meat. You booked it, immediately.

Your legs burn from running but you didn’t stop. You kept going and going until you felt a bit safe in a public area. Just… what the hell was that? When did centipedes get so big? And it was looking at you so hungrily?! What the hell?! With your thoughts focused solely on your new discovery of big centipedes, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You shrieked, ready to fight but sighed seeing it was just the slacker.

“Ijichi, man, the fuck are you avoiding me for? I’m seriously trying to get a good grade here! If I fail…”

You tune him out again. Wondering how the fuck he was able to find you. His grip was tight around your arm before it slowly slid to your back. You slightly paid attention to what the hell he think he was doing touching you so much until you felt his hand slightly slide down your waist.

“What in—”

“—look, if the reason you’re just ignoring me because you’re scared about what you really are, most people practically know and don’t care. I don’t care about that queer stuff!”

You blinked at him, wondering how he went from zero to a hundred. You didn’t care that people could probably tell you were trans so long as they didn’t bother you. But now you were about pissed off this guy was making you do more work for this damn project and now making it seem like it was your fault—not his inability to work.

“Listen here, Slacker—”

But you didn’t have to say much when he was pulled off of you. You grinned. “Oh! Great.” Slacker fell to the ground and looked up—you did the same, looking to see who was your savior of the day.

Oh.

Just Blondie.

“Oh, Blondie. I was looking for your apartment, I also need your phone number.” You said, smiling softly, forgetting all about the slacker on the floor. Blondie simply hummed as he grabbed your arm and began guiding you to his place, leaving slacker on the floor yelling after you.

Which was… two blocks from where you were standing.

Oh wow. Definitely made sense in why you got to your university so quick. Blondie’s apartment was just ten minutes away. Ahah… embarrassing.

Once inside the apartment, Blondie seemed set on ignoring you again. Which seemed to be all he was doing these few days you stayed here. But you didn’t know why. You huffed to yourself, pouting as you dropped your bag on the floor and plopped down onto the couch, ready to watch some tv.

“Blondie~!” You sang, grinning lightly. “You’re in the kitchen still, right? Can you get me something to eat? Please~?”

You didn’t get a reply back. You briefly wondered if he wasn’t going to do it so you moved to sit up but was proven wrong when Blondie gave you a turkey sandwich. You quickly took the plate and began eating, humming after having not eaten lunch. But Blondie was still staring down at you, his eyebrow slightly raised as if he was waiting for you to say something.

Your lips pursed as you thought what he needed to hear until you gasped. “Oh, thanks, Blondie.” You muttered with your mouth still full as you began eating again.

You only got a huff in response as he walked away to do whatever he usually does. As you ate, you thought back to that centipede. Was that really real? There’s no such thing as monsters, anyway. You wondered if you should tell Blondie—but what could he do realistically?

Well, he’s in the Yakuza, maybe he could find a way.

𖥸

It’s been about two weeks now. Your dad still hasn’t returned much of your texts but you had gotten closer to Blondie. As much as you could anyway. He was very cut and dry with his answers to you.

You ask him how his day went, he’d answer with a curt: “okay.”

Ask him about what he does for work: “office job.”

He seemed to have trouble really looking at you when you spoke to him. He’d glance at you and then suddenly look at whatever he was doing with such intensity as you tried asking him questions. Or even just talking to him. Boring!

You were starting to believe he had a problem with the clothes you wore. When you dressed in baggy clothing, he would look at you more. But whenever you wore a tighter top or even shorts that showed a sliver of your ass, it was like looking at you would’ve burned his retinas!

Geez, did he not like guys in tighter clothing?

Damn… you must’ve been pretty ugly to him.

As you mentally cried to yourself about being seen as ugly on the couch, you glanced at your phone. You haven’t seen that slacker after you sent in the project. Of course you told the professor you did most and if not all of the work. So, you got an A—obviously.

You haven’t seen any human sized centipedes in a while so you were set to just believe you were imagining it. As you tugged down at your shorts that were acting like underwear at this point, you heard the front door open. Oh, Blondie’s back!

You grinned and went over to him, smiling. “Blondie! You’re early, they let you off?”

Blondie hummed. “I had a half day.” He simply said, walking over to the living room as he sat down with a grunt. He looked a bit tired so you decided to just not say anything else to him. There was always a few days when he just came home with a look of dread and was totally silent.

You were really starting to believe he was a Yakuza member.

As you turned to walk to your room, you bent down for a second to pick up a pillow that had fallen when you previously jumped off the couch. When you stood back you, you turned around to see Blondie staring at you with wide eyes. You simply smiled at him and placed the pillow back on the couch. Weird, why was he staring at you like that.

“I’m going to my room. Call me if you need me.” You said, waving goodbye as you sprinted off to your room, not knowing that Blondie’s gaze didn’t leave you at all.

𖥸

Nanami rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried not to think about you essentially just flashing him earlier. When you had bent down to grab the pillow, he saw that your shorts, that were too short in his opinion, the crotch area had kinda sort of—clung to one side. So he saw it, at least just one lip—of your cunt.

And he felt angry with himself that his cock actually twitched at the sight. Was he some damn animal? He’d certainly been feeling like that the last two weeks. He couldn’t exactly… speak well with you. You just staring up at him with your cute smile but painfully naughty clothing.

Who just wears a shirt that is practically clinging to your body that it hides nothing to the imagination! And your shorts… who wears such short shorts with no underwear?

He wasn’t sure if he could take another few weeks with you here. Not if he didn’t want to just slam you against the wall and take you there.

But no, he couldn’t do that. You were Ijichi’s son. And he was pretty sure when Ijichi said: “take care of my son.” He didn’t mean fuck his son. Though he kinda wished he did.

It’ll be fine. Just a minimum of two more weeks… then you’d be gone back at home with Ijichi.

𖥸

Nanami wished he had just gone straight to bed. He was sitting on the couch watching tv when you suddenly appeared, dressed in a stupid crop top and short shorts. You plopped down beside him before resting your head right on his lap. When he tried to push you away, you only whined, pouting up at him to let you stay.

Damn brat.

He tried focusing back on the show he was watching as you seemed to only have wanted contact with him. You hummed softly before giggling.

“Nana—Blondie,” you said, looking over at him. “Today’s my mom’s death anniversary.”

He glanced down at you, a bit confused on why you didn’t seem bothered on your mother being dead.

“She died in a car crash. Drunk driving. The hospital said she burned to death in her car… witnesses said they heard her screaming as they tried to open the car door and out the fire.” You sighed, a soft smile on your lips as you recount your mother’s death. “I was 18. It was a good early birthday gift. But Dad said I shouldn’t be so cruel to her even if she was a bitch.”

“It’s not strange,” you said, turning your face to rest on Nanami’s leg as you glanced up at him. Your eyelashes batting as your lips were pulled into a pout. “To not care about a bitch dying, right? I’m sure there’s someone everyone has that they just can’t wait to die.”

Nanami wasn’t sure what brought this out. He was actually a bit worried honestly that you were so nonchalant about death. Though he could tell that despite this act you were pulling, her death did affect you… but perhaps it truly did bring a sense of peace. Especially if her death was truly that horrible.

“I can’t speak on that.” Was all he said, deciding it was best to let the conversation die out. He’d tell Ijichi to schedule you a therapist once he’s better.

“Hm, yeah, I did bring it out of nowhere. Anyway, my birthday is in four days! Getting me anything?” You giggled.

“No. I didn’t know it was your birthday.”

“What? Blondie~! Whaddya mean? I’m practically your roommate by now, and roommates give each other gifts.”

“Are you truly my roommate when I do everything?”

Which was true. You were more like a freeloader. Nanami did the chores, cleaned up mostly after you, and paid for literally everything. You were silently forbidden on doing your piano jobs so you were kinda shit out of luck, relying on Nanami at this point.

You simply huffed. “Meanie.” As you moved your head to face Nanami’s stomach. Nanami couldn’t help but flinch as he felt your nose accidentally brush against his crotch area. His grip on the remote tightened as he so desperately wished he was rude enough to push you off of him.

It was quiet for bit, just the tv going on with the show Nanami was watching. And subconsciously, Nanami began to calm down a bit and just allowed you to stay there. Maybe you really did just want some comfort.

There was something pressing against his crotch. He glanced down to see you, purposefully, rubbing your nose against his crotch before pulling away. You yawned, acting as if you were just essentially teasing him and grinned.

“I’m going to bed, Blondie. Think about what you’re getting me for my birthday!” You winked, standing up as you walked back to your room. He was so sure you were intentionally swaying your hips. What the hell was that?

And why the hell was he horny from a freaking nose rub?!

𖥸

Blondie, Blondie, Blondie

That’s all you called him. Occasionally, you’d say, “Nana—” but then quickly switch back to Blondie. It was as if you were intentionally trying to get him upset. Nanami didn’t know how a calm man like Ijichi could have a son like you.

The only similarity you two had was the glasses you both wore. It actually was the same brand and shape—weird.

You seemed to have two pairs of glasses though. You were the ones similar to Ijichi’s often and this pair of red ones whenever you were feeling “annoying.” Nanami had come to expect the red cat eye glasses whenever you wanted to be a little brat.

And look at that, you were wearing them right now.

Nanami was sitting on the couch, checking something in his phone when you suddenly appeared behind him. He didn’t look up, waiting for you say something until he felt your arms wrap around his neck. His body stiffened as you leaned close, pressing your lips against the tip of his ear.

“Guess what’s tomorrow?” You whispered. “B-i-r-t-h-d-a-y.” You intentionally made each letter sound breathy, pausing just a split second to let them sit heavy in the air.

You pulled away and giggled. “Got my present? You gotta make up for Dad,” you went to sit on the couch and glanced over at Nanami who looked as if he would keel over if a gust of wind blew past him. His grip was tight on his phone, you were a bit worried it’d crack.

“What was that?” Nanami suddenly said, still looking straight.

“Was what? It was for dramatic effect!” You said honestly, not knowing how sexual you had just sounded in his ear. Nanami turned over to face you with a look of pure disbelief while you simply grinned.

“Aw~ poor Blondie, don’t take it so seriously!” You playfully pat his leg before grabbing the tv remote and turning it on. You were engulfed into the random Japanese drama playing while Nanami could only just stare at you in awe.

Wow. You really were a damn brat.

It was fine though. He had the perfect birthday present now.

𖥸

It was your birthday!!

Which meant no school. Why would you willingly go to school on your day? Only losers do that! You sighed comfortably on the couch as you turned on the tv to play random Korean dramas for most of the day. And that’s how you spent most of the day.

It was around noon when your phone buzzed. You expected it to be one of your very few friends that you have but much to your shock with was your dad! You squealed happily and quickly opened the text he sent.

‘Happy Birthday, 🐹, I’ve been feeling better, don’t worry about me. I’ll be able to call you soon. I hope you aren’t giving Nanami too much trouble.’

You pouted but quickly texted him back, stating that you and Blondie were practically pals at this point. It brought a smile to your lips to see the hamster emoji though. You had quite chubby cheeks even has an adult that your dad loving pinching. It always looked bigger when you ate.

It was commented more when you were a kid but there was still some people who would—lovingly—call you a hamster in disguise.

Finally having confirmation that your dad was at least alright, you felt a heavy weight lift off your shoulders. You yawned and stretched out, turning your attention back to the tv as you spent the rest of the day lounging around.

It was dark out when Nanami finally came back home. You waved from the couch, not bothering to get up. You were always lazy on your birthday. Definitely from being a bit too spoiled on these days. But hey, at least you didn’t act like this everyday.

You could see Nanami did have a small box in his hand as he moved to the kitchen. You silently hoped it was a cake as you finally sat up a bit and moved to join Nanami in the kitchen.

“So now you’re greeting me,” Nanami said, placing the box in the fridge. You pursed your lips, wondering why he seemed a bit upset. It wasn’t like you greeted him all the time when he walked through the door.

“You like that stuff? Aw~,” you walk over to him, resting your hand on his shoulder. “You like those couple stuff? So cute, Blondie!”

You hummed when you felt his hand grab yours, slowly pulling it away from his shoulder. You glanced up, wondering if you perhaps went a bit too far but Nanami didn’t seem angry. On the contrary, he seemed like his usual self. He used his free hand to fix his glasses as his grip on yours tighten.

“I’ve allowed you to continually act like a brat throughout your stay here—I know what you truly need as a birthday present.”

With sudden strength, you found yourself pinned against the wall, his body pressed up against yours. You were wearing a long shirt but your usual short shorts.

“Blon—”

“—Sir. Since Nanami is a problem for you to say, that should be easy for you.”

You blushed slightly, having never really called someone that before. But somehow, you didn’t find it in you to disobey. Nanami hitched up your shirt, grabbing the front end and pressing it against your lips. It took you a second but you bit down on it.

“Good boy.”

Oh no.

Y’know, you did find Nanami attractive, but you were always the type of person to want to stick to your age range. But this…

“You kept whining about wanting a birthday present,” his hands gripped your shorts, “do you want this?” He whispered against your ear, practically giving you an out.

You gripped the wall in front of you but felt yourself nodding, blushing in embarrassment.

“I need words, (Name).” He said. You felt your legs tremble. You wanted him to say your name again.

“Yes… keep going.” You whispered.

Nanami hummed in approval as he pulled down your shorts, making you left up your legs so they can be fully taken off. Now you were standing in the kitchen, pressed against the wall with just a shirt. Nanami’s hand traced your upper thigh, his hand ghosting your cunt but he never brought it close enough.

You whined slightly, looking back at him with pleading eyes. He gave you small smirk.

“Despite it being your birthday, you acted bad today, Baby.”

“H..huh? How..?” You muffled out through your t-shirt, a look of surprise in your eyes.

“You don’t really remember?” Nanami gripped your hips tightly as he forced you to pull away from the wall. Your hands pressed tightly against the wall as your back arched. His hands slid down your hips to your butt as he harshly gripped them, spreading them apart teasingly as you whimpered.

“You can’t have short term memory loss, (Name). Think.”

You thought for a second before humming. “Greet… didn’t greet you..” you muffled.

“Good boy. So you know you’ll have to be punished for not properly greeting me? It’s what’s brats get for misbehaving.”

“m… not a brat.”

Smack!

“I don’t like liars.” Was all he said before you felt another slap against your ass. You whimpered, your body shaking at each spanking. He wasn’t gentle in the slightest, not leaving room for a break. It was continuous spankings against each cheek, earning deep screams from you.

The spankings filled the silent apartment, swirling in symphony with your high pitched screams. You didn’t think this was really a good birthday present but you couldn’t deny that it was actually feeling a bit good in a weird way.

After a few more slaps, Nanami began rubbing your sore butt cheeks, pressing a wet kiss into your shoulder.

“Good boy. You handled that perfectly.” He said, leaning close as he grabbed your left leg and lifted it up. Your back was now pressed against his chest as you tried to keep a steady balance with now just one foot.

“Th…ank…you.. Sir.” You muttered out, tears staining your cheeks as you looked up at him. Nanami cooed, wiping away a few of your tears with his free hand.

“Now, do you think you deserve your present?”

You nodded, “yes.. yes! Please..”

Nanami seemed to take a bit of pity on you as he simply nodded. He wanted to tease you a bit more but he decided that since it was your first time and birthday, he’d be nicer. Though next time he’d be much more cruel.

You whimpered as you felt his hand graze your cunt, teasing one finger against your wet folds. It had been a minute since you even touched yourself down there. You were always too anxious that Nanami would be able to hear you or he might come home earlier than expected.

Just feeling his finger teasing you could bring you to an orgasm, but Nanami had different plans. He slipped in two fingers, earning a soft mewl from you. His fingers were large, easily stretching you out as he got you ready for his cock.

It wasn’t until you felt yourself close to an orgasm was when Nanami finally pulled out. Damn tease.

The feeling of a cock rubbing between your folds caused you to flinch as you gripped at the wall as some type of support. This position wasn’t the most comfortable but you were way too horny to walk to the bedroom or couch. You wanted him now.

Nanami was slow as he thrusted his cock inside your tight cunt. He grunted as you gasped, trying to get used to the large stretch. His fingers didn’t compare to it! Even though you were prepared, it took some effort for him to fully be inside of you.

You shivered, suddenly thinking that you were essentially fucking your dad’s ‘coworker.’ Fuck, well, maybe a few pouts and batting of the eyelashes will get you off with minimal punishment.

“Fuck… I’m sorry,” Nanami suddenly whispered.

“Mhm?”

With great force, your whole body was suddenly shoved against the wall once more as Nanami’s hands were on either side of your head, effectively caging you in. You felt him almost pull out fully until he slammed right back inside of you, causing you to cry out in shock.

You helplessly gripped at the wall for some sort of purchase as Nanami fucked into you like an animal. His hands gripped your hips tightly, moving you as if you were a fleshlight on his cock. The only sounds coming from his was animalistic grunts.

Your cunt clamped tightly around Nanami’s cock, as you tried to babble something but only moans left your lips. Nanami seemed so heavily into chasing his own orgasm at this point.

“Si…Sir… ‘m com..!” You tried to say but could only cry out as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a waterfall. Your fingers dug ineffectually into the wall as a way of purchasing yourself against Nanami’s harsh thrusts.

He continued going even after you came, his hips slapping against your sore ass. As his grip on your hips tightened to were it felt as if his fingers was digging into the skin, he slammed his hips one last time. His cock was deep inside when he finally cummed, coating your insides.

You shrieked, shocked that he came inside. The warm cum slowly seeped down your thighs as you felt your knees collapse but Nanami was quick to hold you up.

Nanami leaned against your back, breathing heavily. “Sorry… I didn’t mean for that happen..” he muttered. “Just lost control.”

You hummed, gently wiggling your butt. “Maybe I’m just that pretty.” You teased, looking back at Nanami. You giggled slightly, enjoying his unimpressed face.

A moan left your lips as you felt his cock slowly slide out before pushing back it. You stared at Nanami in shock, surprised an older man seemed to have a quick reload. He simply grinned.

You were screwed.

𖥸

You hummed softly as Nanami rubbed your sore butt cheeks, rubbing some cream on it to stop the pain. It had been just a few days after your birthday and now this “spanking” thing was constant.

And fucking. Very often.

Nanami was always cool and collected during your punishments but whenever he got his dick inside your pussy, he could never control himself properly. It was honestly funny. And a bit scary that he could do more than one round so quickly.

The most you two have done so far was three.

And that was just a few minutes ago.

“Hm, Blondie,” you still called him that outside of sex, “did I tell you about this huge centipede I saw in this abandoned building? It had red eyes and everything, it was like… human sized!”

Nanami’s calming massage suddenly stopped. You looked back and raised an eyebrow, wondering what was wrong. He was looking at you with wide eyes—which was shocking, Nanami never looked at you like that before.

Maybe being a Yakuza member didn’t mean he could handle it.

Well, shoot.

But you couldn’t help but think Nanami wasn’t shocked about the centipede.

More about that you saw it.

Huh. Yakuza members are weird.

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I think I made reader a bit weird lolol. Way longer than I thought it was going to be. I hope I did nanami justice, I have trouble writing him for some reason

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Date nights with Eyeless Jack include...

Kinda miss writing creepypasta stuff but I'm a little pressed for ideas <\3 doing this in between requests so ! I'll get to them some time today; likely tonight

I think I might do more "date night" stuff with other creepypasta characters bit we'll see!

Very au/hc heavy btw!!

A lot of the dates you guys have together is usually at his place or yours; or sometimes you guys walk around the woods he's made his home! Just.. please stay close by, hes set up traps around to catch any trespassers

Plus even if you guys try to go out to eat and you guys manage to get in there without raising any suspicions, it would all be for nothing. Jack doesnt really

Eat human food

Like it's not like he prefers flesh over food, in fact if he could undo what was done to him he would in a heartbeat. But he genuinely cannot eat human food without getting violently ill

Think tokyo ghoul rules

So dinner dates are out of the question, if you feel bad for eating in front of him while he gets nothing (he doesnt like eating in front of others, anyway)

Movie dates, however, are very nice! Eyeless jack already has a lil tv and a DVD player, so if you bring a couple disks you guys can have a movie marathon!

Cuddles :)!

You guys sitting on his old couch and snuggling up under the blanket

Jack has a very low body temperature, so be sure to bring extra blankets!

Since I personally hc jack to be short and thick hes like a teddy bear! Very good for cuddling!

Honestly date nights are very similar to your normal hang outs, given the limited options... but eyeless jack goes out into the woods and picks flowers for you! So theres that!

Just dont ask why it looks like he got in a nasty fight (he maaaaaay or may not have strayed top far into slendermans portion of the woods)

(Casually slips in personal au lore)

Date idea where you patch jack up after that, or after he bonks himself from flinging himself around

That

Is actually kind of sad since in my interpretation Jack doesnt want to be this man eating monster, he doesnt want to eat people. But he physically cant eat anything that isnt flesh, and he literally goes feral when he gets too hungry. He literally tries so so hard not to go into a blood frenzy that it can end up in him hurt

That

Sucks, actually

Sits

Moving on if I recall correctly I had a post somewhere where you and eyeless jack walk around the streets late at night when no one else is out, and it helps jack feel like hes still a person. Let that man get a taste of his old life, as a treat

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack headcanon

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hearts4golbach · 3 months

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The Night Shift.

chapter 1.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Repetitive. "What can I get for you, sir?" I asked calmly. Without looking up from his phone, the tall dark skin man replied with 'number 4.' I hummed with acknowledgment and typed in his order. "Will that be all?" With a nod, he handed me a 20 dollar bill. I muttered okay under my breath and went to make his order. What a dick.

Repetitive. The creamer looked like a swirling storm as I poured it in his cup. I made his egg and ham bagel carelessly, my muscle memory coming in handy as I listened to my favorite song through my single headphone. I gently nodded my head, as to not drag attention to myself.

Repetitive. I quickly gave him his order and leaned against the counter, staring out at the midnight sky. It was a sight I had been seeing for as long as I could remember. This small cafe was my home away from home. I spent most of my childhood here since this was a family owned business, specifically my family. I was beginning to resent my parents for keeping me trapped here. At least the night shift was calm.

Repetitive. Another customer walked in. I sighed before plastering a fake smile on my face as he walked up. He had black, combed over hair. The side part covered part of his eye, but I could see the dark eyeshadow under his eye along with red streaks.

"I love your makeup! What can I get started for you today?" I commented cheerfully.

A small smile grew on his face, his two lip piercings shifting slightly. "Thank you. Can I just get a donut, please?"

"Sure! What kind? We have chocolate, strawberry, etcetera. The flavors are displayed over there, if you want to look."

His hand moved up to his chin. "What would you recommend?"

"I'm a chocolate girl for life." I snickered. "But the apple fritter is a fan favorite. You can choose whether or not you want cinnamon on it."

"Okay, I'll get an apple fritter with cinnamon and a chocolate donut, please." He looked up, making eye contact with me as his smile stayed on his face.

"Coming right up." I commented, turning my back towards him.

"Are you working alone?" He asked cautiously.

"Uh," I hesitated, praying he wasn't going to murder me. I decided against it. "yeah. I run night shift everyday of the week. Nobody usually comes in at night. I also like the alone time." I explained.

"do you ever feel lonely?" his head slightly tilted to the side as I glanced back at him.

"more or less. I mean, I don't like dealing with cocky customers alone but, you know." I shrugged. I looked back at him and then at the clock. He had a tired look in his eyes. "What brought you here?"

"I couldn't sleep, I guess. So I went for a drive and stumbled upon this cafe so I thought I might as well stop for a snack if I cant sleep." He leaned over the glass display, his ring-clad fingers tapping quietly against the glass.

"Damn, pardon my language, anything keeping you up?" I pondered.

"my ex girlfriend is trying to ruin my life." He looked down at my hands.

I passed the donuts over the counter. "That sucks, I really hope everything works out for you." I smiled softly.

"Thank you." he said quietly. "I'm johnnie."

"I'm Y/n." I shook his hand gently. they were soft and warm, a comforting sensation.

"The chocolate one is for you. Take care." Johnnie smiled weakly before turning towards the door.

"What? i- thank you so much. good night, or, morning I guess." I replied as he looked back and gave me one last nod.

I carefully bit into the donut, feeling guilty for accepting it. Oh, well.

#fanfiction #fanfic #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #youtube #cafe #cafe aesthetic

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operation-steal-chans-laptop · 11 months

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Forgive my brain for this one bubby, had to get it out of my head,

Han jisung + your glasses

Now you don't really have a prescription for glasses but given that your screen time is as much as it is, you do usually wear a pair to avoid headaches from high bright light exposure (lets presume so because well I do in this case yes I'm being self indulgent and no I shall not shame myself about it)

Sungie coming back from a grocery run on your common day off which was interrupted by some last minute tweaking your client asked you to get done so you were currently just hyperfixated at your laptop.

"Ah the glasses are out today, looks like it'll take you some time hm?"

You reassure him and say it won't take long but it did end up taking a bunch of hours. Jisung could have done anything in that while but why would he when he could daydream about you. When you keep your hair up with that big claw pin and a few baby strands just frame your face so perfectly it's artistic to him. And your glasses,

Especially, your glasses

The way they sit on your nose and accentuate your pretty eyes so much and gosh you almost become a different person when you wear those and goddamn it do they make you look professional,

And hot, authoritative and very hot

He wishes if he had a desk job, maybe the ones with the CEO's and their big offices, and fall in love with you, the newbie secretary with the pretty faces and who looks so hot when she's focused.

Maybe he could call you in, because behind closed doors you are really his loving girlfriend, the one who he sleeps next to each night even if you can't go home by the same car. And maybe he can just ask you to lock the door behind you and kneel next to him on a particularly stressful day,

And maybe with a little bit of whining and begging he can definetly ask you to blow him off, help him calm down a bit yeah? Ofcourse you'll agree, right?

And right when you're about to take your glasses off he can pout at you and ask you to pleaseeee keep those on for him you look so hot he can barely breathe around you properly.

But here's the catch,

You could make him blow his load in under 2 minutes if you wanted to but you decide to take your time with it, letting him enjoy it as much as he can but Jisung had a mission because he wanted to cum, he really did, not down your throat though, he loves it but not today,

You both feel him getting closer and right when you were about to suck him harder to let it go all down your throat, jisung pushes your head away from him.

He hold your head with his right hand with his left still pumping his dick, a strained plea of "stay there please?" And you obey because gid knows what goes on in his head but its usually hot as fuck.

And it was

When he aimed his spurt right at your glasses. He paints your lenses with his essence and gets some on your cheek too but oh fuck he could cum again just by looking at you. (Spoiler: he almost did overstim himself too much at how you looked)

You were caught offguard to say the least, oh man and what if,

What if roles were switched and you wanted to-

The bedroom gate opens, you're still in a big t shirt and some shorts, hair up, and glasses.

Jisung's shorts don't really feel as comfortable rn.

"Gosh that client was a complete pain in the ass, ruining my day off too, any ideas of dinner?"

" I don't have an idea for dinner necessarily, but I do have an idea angel...."

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Yours lovingly

- 💌

Ahzbcjxbxjcidncjfjfncjtj BUBBY?!?!!?! YOUR BRAIN??????

As much as the glasses make you look professional and sexy, in a way they also make you look more innocent? The big framing seemingly making your features softer

he’d think it’s so cute and hot when you have your glasses on with your hair up messily and an oversized shirt on?!?!?!?! Han would not be able to stop thinking about all the dirty things he’d do to you, and how pretty you’d look falling apart on his cock, the glasses slipping down the bridge of your nose

I CANT THINK PROPERLY

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kal-thas · 9 months

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for @tgirlanthony 's zine, transcendent transgender.

uh. talking about this and my personal connection to it below cut <3

i was trying really hard to figure out what i wanted to do for this. i had a vague idea for the art, i wanted focus on the body, i wanted touch. full figure wasnt important, just Parts. but by fucking god i could not figure out what i wanted to pair it with. enter saosin. i was at work today and just . chillin. and hearing him scream 'and you can never go home again' was like. Oh. i have to do this.

i personally do not have an accepting family, and idk, music has always been the escape. drown out the vile shit my parents say about people like me with songs made by people like me. ive known for years that i cant transition and stay in contact with my blood family, and idk, its a like. it sucks sure, but you get to learn that theres people who will just like. love you freely anyway.

you can never go home again. but damn, idk, i think being real is more important than staying within the familiar space that youre used to.

idk where im going with this. its almost 1:30 am. i just 👍 music is an insanely powerful tool. and its always been my comfort, and the musicians themselves are ALSO comforts usually. if no one got me, aggressively queer-supportive alternative music artists got me.

#transcendent transgender #zine #my art #digital art #saosin #anthony green #transgender #trans man #rant? idk #i say many words in the read more lmfao

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popcrone818 · 2 years

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How Could You Know - Luke Morrow Part 6

Part Six Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

picture credit : @saintlopezlov3r

Luke P.O.V

As I stood on the bus in my uniform reserved for special occasions I thought over whether this was a good idea or not. I watched Callie’s heart break yesterday when Cassie told her, I hated the feeling that gave me but I needed to do this. Not for me, not for Cassie but for Callie. I wouldn’t allow Johno to get to her again.

The bus trip to Cassie’s wasn’t too far from Frankie’s. So I didn’t have a lot of time to try and talk myself out doing this. I looked down at the text Cassie had sent me last night; ‘Callie wont be there, I’m the third floor apartment in The Oceanside apartments.’ Finding the right building I walked along the side before stopping at the bottom of the steps.

‘I’m here.‘

I started down at my phone as I waited for Cassie to come down from her apartment. I heard the door open and close before I lifted my eyes up from my phone.

“No.” I said looking at what she was wearing. We couldn’t get married with her wearing shorts and a crop top.

“What?”

“You cant wear that.” She looked down at what she was wearing while she stayed up by her apartment.

“Why?”

“Because we’re taking wedding photos. You have to dress a certain way.” The more I looked at her the more I didn’t want to do this. She rolled her eyes at me, this has got to be the third time she’s rolled her eyes in less than a minute.

“Really?” I sighed really regretting doing this now.

“No, I’m coming up.” I shook my head and walked up the steps to her apartment. Once I got up to Cassie she turned around to me blocking the entrance to her apartment.

“Theres no fluffy virgin white wedding dress in there, commando.”

“Stop calling me that.” Only Callie can. She turned around and walked to her door. She reached for a broken off doorknob before unlocking her screen door and walking in.

“Make yourself comfortable.” She threw her bag onto a chair as I looked around the apartment. Simple, minimalistic. A home I would be happy to call my own honestly. I knew she didn’t have it all that great either though and could barely afford this place. I noticed a keyboard and a guitar in a sunroom off her bedroom as I looked.

“Do you play?” I asked her as I pointed in the general direction. She stopped sorting through her clothes.

“No, its just to impress guys.” I chuckled nervously. “You impressed?” She chuckled. “I’m a musician, its what I do. My band and I have been working at it for like, five years.”

“That’s gotta be rough.”

“Rough would be punching the clock a some soul sucking job while I’m just making the rich richer. I’d rather hustle for my art any day.” I turned around as I heard hangers being moved in the closet. From the vanity mirror in her room I could see that she had taken off her shirt, her tattoos on full display as she switched out what she was wearing.

“Uh, hi.” She kicked the door to her bedroom door closed as I quietly apologised.

“So what does the tattoo say? ‘Socialism now’?” She laughs, she has a good laugh.

“You’re really clever. No it says ‘no arriesgues nada, no ganes nada’.”

“Someone, something …” I never learnt Spanish, Callie and I would always skip that class.

“Risk nothing, gain nothing. It’s something my grandma said to my mom when she moved to America.” I felt myself smile, even though she couldn’t see it. I heard the bedroom door creak open and turned around. “Hello, my prince.” She stood in a white dress, not the kind of dress I would have thought would be appropriate for a wedding, but it didn’t really matter. This wasn’t a real marriage anyway. “Today is the day that our credit scores shall be intertwined.” I nodded and followed her out of the apartment, this time more pleased with her wardrobe choice than before.

When we got out of the car at city hall I was thankful to be out of that cramped space with Cassie. The silence was deafening.

“You know you really look the part now.” I tried breaking the silence as we walked up to the front door that seemed like it was getting bigger and bigger. Almost big enough to swallow me.

“What does that mean?”

“You look pretty.” I played with the buckle on my belt as I said it. She did look pretty, I just wish I would have been waiting for someone at the end of an isle instead of doing this here, with the wrong girl.

As we walked in other couples were exclaiming excitedly, this was the best days of their lives, and I felt like this was a death sentence. I saw Frankie sitting in his formal attire. Same as me, he was twirling his hat in his hands as he waited. I followed behind Cassie as she reached out to hug Frankie.

“Hi. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course.”

“Oh, did you get rings?” Cassie looked at me as I stared forward. I had a ring, a ring I kept with me all the time, one I’ve had since I was a teenager. I didn’t want to use that one and I looked at Frankie.

“Yeah, I did.” I pulled the ring off my tags and handed it to Cassie to inspect.

“This was supposed to be for Callie, wasn’t it?” She asked me as she held the delicate piece of jewellery in her fingers. I nodded abashedly. “No, Luke, I cant accept this one. I’ll get another one while your away.” She tried to push it back into my hands when our names were called. I shook my head and walked in, Cassie falling into step beside me cursing under her breath.

“We are gathered here today to join you two together in lawful matrimony.” We stood in front of the podium, Frankie behind us holding his phone up capturing the entire ordeal. Not something I really wanted to have documented, but we needed to make this look as real and normal as possible. “And your witness today?”

“Frankie.” Cassie said as she turned slightly to point at him. He turned the camera around to show his face. I don’t know who was going to see this but I really hoped no one would.

“Luke Morrow, do you pledge to love this woman, to be true and loyal to her, and to comfort and keep her in sickness and in health?” I swallowed thickly. No.

“I do.”

“Cassandra Salazar, do you pledge to love this man, to be true and loyal to him, and to comfort and keep him in sickness and in health?” She glanced at me. I looked down at her. Her brown eyes breaking away to shine green. I blinked quickly, ridding myself of those thoughts.

“I do.”

“By the power vested in me by the great state of California,” I placed the ring on Cassie’s finger tears welling up in my eyes that I blinked away as quickly as they came. Cassie placing the ring on my finger. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Cassie and I looked at each other stunned. We really did this. “You may kiss the bride.”

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#luke morrow imagines #luke morrow #luke morow x reader #luke morrow x you #luke morrow x oc #purple hearts

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huraiyra · 6 months

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sorry for vent posting guys you can scroll away really fast now. if youre reading this please be advised I am using a metaphor I am fine lol

but damn I do not feel like a person. I've been this way my whole life and as a teen I thought I had dependent personality disorder bc I just wanted others to make every decision for me and I would ask permission to eat or watch TV or use the bathroom even if I didn't NEED TO and people would be like why are you ASKING. and as I grew up I realised that my fear of making the wrong decision and ruining my life for myself was so stupid. I used to think if someone else ruined my life it would be okay bc at least it's not me. and others know best. but a decade later and I feel like a fucking dog being paraded around to show off its obedience and it gets disciplined when it barks and when it makes a decision against its owner it gets its leash tightened tighter and tighter till it feels like it might die. and I can't escape it. my dependence is self imposed but I can't survive on my own and maybe I learned how to think and eat on my own but I fucking suck BUT I'M WILLING TO TRY but there's no way out. I'm stuck here. what am I without my mom to control me. I'm afraid of leaving I love my home I just want to be taken care of but this leash isn't comfortably snug anymore it's starting to hurt. if I stay here there's no way I can fight them. some day they'll hold me down and have me married and then someone else will hold me down and... more imminent, soon I'll be shoeholed into another career that will damage my body again. my mom says the damage is my fault and if I cant do it I'm a worthless idiot who should die bc life is pain and that's final. but today my doctor said there's no reason to treat me for weak legs that can't stand and a brain that's spasming and making me want to off myself if I can just... quit the job that's making my body do that. how revolutionary. I'm crying freaking out bc all my parents tell me is tht theres no way out and I have to work jobs I hate bc work sucks and thats how life is and why did my doctor have to give me hope? but if I'm a dog what decision does the dog have. I don't know how to want. I don't know how to be interested in things. my depression doesn't let me like anything and bc of this I'm being controlled. maybe if I wanted something I could do it but all I want is comfort. as long as I crave only the comfort of my bed and the softness of my mother's arms holding me I have to deal with the leash. it's not a bad deal but by fuck I should not deal with this any longer. I can't force myself to leave bc I'm unemployed and psychotic and living alone—even my brother knows I'd fall into pieces from lack of money and general insanity. what the fuck do I do. I like being a pampered puppy but I'm a human and I need to accept it. no matter how psychotic I am, no matter how I've never believed I am a human, I am. my autism says I'm scared of other people and only my mom halfway gets me and I just want simplicity and depression says stay in bed and my health says I have no future and my psychosis says stay in a small ball or else everything will hurt you and my family says I need to listen to them and life is only pain and I need to embrace pain and shut the fuck up and do whatever they say or else. but I need to survive. I can't keep doing this. what do I do? dog on a leash... I can't make myself cut through it. can someone else do it please? I want a different owner. but I don't think any owner is going to be as comforting as my parents. their (prev physical and lifelong psychological) abuse is mixed with so much love I still doubt it's abuse even though I know. they've loved me as much as they're capable of and they do truly take care of me. I need to be my own owner but how the fuck. every few days I cry and want to die to end all of this bc the worst part is that after I get away from them all my problems will be worse bc I'M the problem and my parents love is the only thing keeping me in one piece. I'm a dependent pampered dog that can't run away and can't handle a leash. I just keep ruminating and ruminating and I can't do anything. what the fuck do I do?

#pipe down moppet #abuse m

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scourgethecat66 · 2 years

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craigerella: official storyboard/animatic

DISCLAIMER: flashing lights, quick movements, some signs of abuse/fighting

if thats not your kinda jiggle then thats okay im going to explain it:

craigerella is a story based around craig tucker which isnt a surprise im obsessed with him—but he has these life struggles that made him the bland, cold person he is today. thats what i wanted to represent.

craig tucker grew up being forced to not express himself by his dad, since in the show he is homophobic and had some really homophobic views. but, of course it works out in the end don’t worry💖 for years craig was locked in his bedroom (literally) and was forced to change.

this story still has craig and tweek fighting (season 3) and builds off of that. craig has been abused, yes, verbally and physically and this fight reminded him of that. since craig never really had the chance to find comfort between him and his dad, he turns to the boy who fought him.

of course, this leads to conflict later on. craig is diagnosed with GERD, which makes his stomach sensitive. he cannot have caffeine or chocolate and even citrus fruits. he finds this to be another thing crummy about his life. at this point, craig feels like he has nothing. so, as he grows distant with tweek and his friends, he finds happiness in a new sport: rupauls drag race [NOT BEING USED FOR CONTROVERSY OR ANYTHING. no affiliation and no drama] and the drag queen sport itself. this makes him feel like theres something he can look forward to—but theres one problem.

he cant watch it at home, his dad would kill him. the best thing would be going to tweeks coffeehouse and staying there—another problem—he cant stay there if he doesnt buy anything. and he cant drink caffeine.

but its the only way he can watch it, so he throws up coffee everyday of his life just to see rupaul 💀

so yeah this is how craig became a disney princess 💀

WARNING🤩

the animation sucks, and i know that, but its a storyboard. storyboards are layouts of what you want the story to look like and are usually what people use to plan things out. THERE ARE SO MANY MISTAKES IN HERE! ill admit it 💀

the first half is dookey but the second half is kinda cute 😍

but its ok. try and piece things together. idk if anyone even wants to watch it lol BUT IK I AM SEE YA 💀💀💀 THIS IS LIKE AN ACCOMPLISHMENT I NEVER STICK TO PROJECTS WAHOO

i hope to start this soon, but ill be doing more normal art now 💀

thank u to @fluiditycontents, @boobyalla, @fishycloth, and @ashtrayzfunzone for at least talking about this with me and thank you to people that were just there and ready to listen

and sorry i used flipaclip i dont have anything better 🤪

song:

waterfalls coming out your mouth — glass animals

#south park #south park fanart #south park art #fanart #south park ships #tweek tweak #craig tucker #craigerella #craigerella: drag race #south park creek #sp creek #craig and those guys #cinderella #storyboard #south park storyboard #south park AU #south park animation #animation

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short-black-diamond · 6 months

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Im sorry if i shouldn't be venting cuz this is a vent🙏 but i just wanna get this off my chest- just ignore it :)

I've been feeling more lonely internally, there's moments when I'm happy ofc- but the loneliness always returns and i don't think anyone will ever love ( why should they?? 🤨 ) but its rlly sad cuz im a romantic 😭 and i used to feel worse ( it got slightly better ) but it still sucks. and my friend is being different and a bit difficult for my lil heart 😅

e. g. we used to always call or text, but now she either replys dryly or ignores me ( ON PURPOSE ) and irl she justs gives a mean stare ( she does that most of the time but it feels a lil mean cuz I'm always just givin a lil smile )

and today in the entire hall, the teachers allowed us to sit where we wanted to. and everyone had like a fren grp, it was just me and my 2nd bestie ( they're a homie but the 1st one hits diff )

WORST PART I CANT EVEN CRY😭 THE LAST TIME I CRIED WAS 1-2 MONTHS AGO OVER MATH💀

sorry to kinda dump this...

- 👻 anon

(did you take the ghost emoji because of halloween or just because you felt like it?)

I feel like crying when I think about the word math.

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I feel flattered by the fact that you used my unbox to vent, my love. I just hope that your "friend" won't be mad at you for long?

Would you know what the possible reason might be? maybe something happened to her at home which she doesn't want to talk about, or you guys had an argument where one of you guys said something insensitive?

If she does not want to talk to you, I suggest you let her be and also only speak to her when she starts the conversation. it is best to leave a person alone for a while, maybe they're going through something too at the moment?

I just hope that you won't stay alone for too long as it is not healthy, you know? I want you to be happy. maybe go and take a walk at the park or in the forest where many people walk around and enjoy the fresh breeze of air?

Talk to people, we humans need to be social, you know? it is not really healthy when a person stays alone for too long, my love. I hope you have other people to talk to, you know?

But, feeling alone sometimes if okay. I felt alone most times, and I just decided to write down stuff here in tumblr, and now I have adopted to kids, and am friends with a cool artist from my favourite webtoon.

I hope getting online friends is a good way for you to cope and relax? It also helps me when I bake something and concentrate myself on the ingredients and the way the bake should be prepared.

I don't know if what I said was helpful or not, but I hope I could. If you want to vent more, the box is always open, and also write down if you want me to answer you again or not }

-your diamond.

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p0is0nvalz · 2 years

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I hope you are still doing requests! I love your writings!! can I request where the reader is Dustin's sister and is secretly dating Eddie and there are hints ( ie someone comments you smell like weed, Dustin telling him my sister has that same shirt, saw it on her floor the other day he had hid when he knocked, Dustin seeing you with a Hickey at school "youndidnt have that this morning " Eddie showing up with a matching spot) the rest of hellfire pick up on and is pointed out to Dustin. sorry it's a bit long

Requests are open!! And yes this is so cute omg i love this

Warnings: allusions of depression, sexual content, reader is super un-motivated,poor dustin is too cute for his own good😔, this somehow is a slight self-insert. Im sorry if this isnt what you wanted!

it started off with a one-night, no strings attached sex, but he kept coming back for more. He couldnt get the taste of you off his tongue.

Having eddie munson at your doorstep wasnt what you were expecting on a friday night all alone “munson.. dustin isnt here-“ “i didnt come here for him- fuck, i cant stop thinking about you” there was practically blisters on his lip from the continuous biting.

that had led to countless nights of sex with your brothers idol behind his back, slowly gaining feelings untill you finally started to date.

“hi dusty, how was your day?” He had just gotten back from school, you bringing him into a very warm embrace ‘she must have been in bed all day again’ dustin thought your daily “routine” wasnt healthy. Staying in your room in bed all day listening to the smiths and drawing whatever is on your mind, only getting up when taking showers, going to the bathroom or greeting him. If only he knew.

He hugged you back, ready to be filled with the strong scent of your scent “it sucked. Jas-“ he pulled away, sniffing you “y/n… why do you smell like weed?” His eyebrows were furrowed in worry “oh.. i was out with my friend” you tensed up which went un-noticed by him “really?” He smiled slightly. He was glad you were pushing people away less and less. ‘Isolating only furthers the hole you dug for yourself’ he’d always remind you.

“eddie..” you moaned out as you slid yourself onto his dick, eyes squeezing shut and bouncing up and down. That apparently wasnt enough for eddie as he held up your ass making you fall slightly and pounded up into you as fast as he could.

You were both face-to-face as he tilted his head, getting more access to your neck.

he was sucking and biting at your neck as you didnt notice, too mixed up in pleasure to think about it.

the next day, you were at home when you noticed. Dustin forgot his hat. You sighed and got up from the couch, deciding to be a good sister and delivering his hat.

Once you got there, you checked the time, figuring you would have to go into one of his classes. But no. It was lunch (you did a little cheer in your mind)

On the way there, you saw your friend val. You checked up on her while she just responded with the widest eyes she could, mumbling ‘dude i got pussy from chrissy goddamn cunningham’

“dusty. You absolute meanie, you made me drag my own ass into a car and to your school. Hey mike” you approached their table, ignoring the way eddie cat-called you jokingly “y/n you life saver!” His hair looked terrible, you tried to muffle your giggled by slapping a mouth over your hand and turning your head to the side “is that a hickey!? Y/n fucking henderson. Who the hell gave you a hickey!?!?” You dashed out of the cafeteria, running back to your car still giggling at your brother, hearing a faint “why do you have one too, eddie!?”

You were napping in eddies room when you suddenly heard the voice of your little brother. Your eyes shot up and you tried your best to listen to the conversation

“dude! My sister had that same shirt! She was wearing it today too! What a coincidence!” Dustin laughed as eddie laughed akwardly with wide eyes. “Whats in your room? Ive never seen it before?” Eddie sprinted to his door, covering it with his arms and legs “you.. you dont wanna go in there” eddie shook his head vigorously. Dustin was trying to find a was to get in there, eddies protests only making him more curious “you wont like whats in there!” Dustin finally shimmied into the room, scanning the room untill his eyes stopped. There you were, sitting up on eddies bed in a new shirt, eyes as wide as his.

“what the fuck.”

“Oh this isnt my room! Haha, silly me! What am i doing here?”

#eddie #vals works🕸#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x you #eddie my love #munson #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n

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yourpalghost · 3 months

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Sorry im chatty this morning but

Yall sometimes

Sometimes its SO hard to accept that I’m sick.

Like, I know a lot of it is shame and what not. Most of it is. Some of the problem is imposter syndrome and stuff of the likes. Downplaying my own issues, thinking im doing it for attention, etc.

Like. Im not important enough to be sick. I SHOULD be able to do XYZ. Oh its not THAT bad, people have it worse. Does that REALLY hurt or are you just faking? Afterall, thats also just normal.

So like, I have chronic fatigue so i’m always tired and since my baseline moved, i don’t notice how tired i am until its even worse and sometimes the worse isnt an extra sleepy feeling, its my body feeling heavy, brain fog, and often times being more prone to crying (i call this the sleepy weepies).

I have a connective tissue problems which lead to constant pain so my baseline moved so I don’t notice the pain until it gets worse but sometimes the “getting worse” is just feeling like im gonna vomit for no clear reason, feeling dizzy, or sweating all of a sudden(also brain fog but I usually attribute that to the fatigue). (Not to even mention the literal excruciating periods I have that literally leave me shaking and in so much extra pain Im regularly on the verge of blacking out AND STILL GO ABOUT LIFE. Thats its own additional bullshit)

And these two things are going on together at all times

Those questionnaires that are like “where is your base level of pain”? I cant answer them because the pains so constant my brains blocked it out so its at a zero. Its like how your brain blocks out your nose or the sound of your heart beat in your ears. How it sometimes blocks out the feeling of certain things against your skin and just registers it as pressure.

My finger is fucking shattered right now(its healing up well) but like aside from the initial SURPRISE of getting it fucking crushed, it “doesnt hurt”. Because i regularly experience worse pain than BREAKING A FUCKING BONE. The pain is at zero but i feel sick. If someone else who wasn’t an experiencer of chronic pain jumped in my body, they would be on the ground in agony. And like I know im IN pain because painkillers when I do use them jusy dull itfrom distracting to noticeable unless im fortunate enough to have been granted the big boy pain meds that make you silly. That shit? Works. When it wears off, my whole body aches and hurts and it sucks.

AND WHILE ALL OF THIS IS TRUE, I STILL FEEL LIKE IM NOT SICK ENOUGH TO BE CONSIDERED SICK.

I hurt all the time and im so fucking tired all the time but I just keep going because “its not that bad” and while I need various aids (knee braces, wrist braces, honestly a chair or scooter, migraine glasses, and more) I just dont use them or cant justify getting them.

God the way that a mobility aid would improve my quality of life is astounding and I recognize thats enough of a reason to then say “then I need it”, brain also wont let me! Because idk man? I just gotta “push through”.

I started this forlorn and now im mad. Mad at me and my situation and everything really. Im so fucking tired and in lots of pain and I just wish it didnt suck so hard. I just wish i wouldn’t push myself. Yall I have to have other people tell me “you dont want to go to the store, you want to go for a walk” so I dont push myself to be productive on my days off. I had to convince myself to stay home from classes today instead of pushing myself through it to then have to recover wednesday and not vane enough time to recover and then push myself through thursday and then have to push myself all the way back through again to start the damn cycle over next week.

Im working on accepting that im sick and its hard and we all have days where we relapse into “no im not im just xyz” but gdi. Im sick im sick im sick. I am disabled, my shits debilitating, its chronic im sick IM SICK I AM SICK

#ghost chatter #air vent rattling #vent #sick #chronic illness #chronic pain

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xerospaced · 6 months

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So it's taken me a ridiculous amount of time to attempt this course that should have been completed in 12 weeks. And I've only just finally submitted the assessment of my second unit (2 of 4). I did actually submit it initially on schedule but I was asked to add some info. And then after doing that was asked to add yet more info to another question! Ma'am!!

Anyway. This is not really anything to be proud of (to most anyway) but I am proud. I have attempted to get back to work on this course for a HOT minute. And each time I have sat down or tried to sit down to work on it I have ultimately failed and done, nothing.

Today, I actually REMEMBERED that my tutor had given today as a deadline to add this additional info as it was only a small amount required. Thankfully I remembered coz I had no reminders set, nor did I note it anywhere.

But, after having less than three hours sleep due to my period crippling me late into the night and a contractor turning up first thing to work on my en suite (which he didnt finish til about 1), and then - when I was finally thinking about decompressing in my space alone for a grip before approaching this task - I had to take my ma to the doctor on a last minute urgent thing.

I handled both disruptions incredibly well. Brought my ma home and went out to cop me some energy drinks and a couple snacks coz I'm still trying this maintaining glucose levels thing and I knew I needed to work.

I very almost started gaming when I got back in coz I cant stand going from external thing to focused thing without a transitional period. But I knew I was running the risk of getting sucked in.

Instead, I kept in my ear buds, danced around, started on my energy drink (and a cheeky glass of moscato) sat down to work - laptop tried to beef me so I got myself prepared for the task I had to approach while it sorted itself out. Got distracted by a linkedin email and found myself on the app job searching. Yes, productive. No, not conducive to the matter at hand.

Hennyway, I managed to shift my focus back to the assignment. Did one part and was gonna take a one song break (coz pressure from Encanto came on shuffle and I'm not gonna work through that coz like I NEEDS to belt) but ended up pausing it while I prepared the second part. Then ended up just completing the second part and submitting and now I'm done.

And sure, all in all, it was about ten to fifteen mins of work. And yeah, it's a relatively minor thing in the grand scheme of things. But still! I did something and focused when I intended to and stopped myself getting distracted and stayed on task.

I will add that part of what helped the transition was D asking me if I'd submitted my poems for the competition yet just before I headed to the dr. [As established, deciding to work on my poetry was that THING I needed to get excited and motivated] It set me in a space where I was wanting to be productive. I sent him a few poems for his insight. He doesn't do poetry and all that so it was an odd choice but he is also not afraid to be critical and won't just tell me everything is great (also he gave v positive feedback to the poem which is like... the crux of me and the manuscript I'm gonna put together so omfg YES)

Long long long ass post coz I'm typing on my surface and not as limited as when I'm on mobile, plus typing speed lord jesus.

Anyway, I'm proud of myself. And even tho D didn't provide any overt or particularly hands-on application of accountability/responsibility, he did put my attention on a worthy task, and the best one he could've to kick me into gear.

#mine #Good things are coming #Even if I'm only productive for like an hour or two a day to start #I can do a LOT in a short time #So I'm excited for how this momentum will build #First monday I've had in forever where i've actually got off to an effective start.#So YAY #Also I'm pretty sure I've figured out which three poems I'm going to submit so that's awesome #But I would like to try to write something new as two are from 2020 and one is from 21 #So like... Yeah.#cc rambles

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jupio · 1 year

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tl;dr my uni house sucks absolute fucking ass and its been building but one things happened today and it has. tipped me over the edge. so its either write it out or scream

i just want. one fucking week in this house where noone does anything that makes me want to beat the shit out of them

we had a couple silverfish earlier this week so i put my houseplants on a window sill in the shared hall outside my room because of the damp. this was 4 days ago and i havent watered them since so they should be bone dry.

last night i went to bed first but the other people who live here decided to stay up and get drunk

i got my plants back in today because there havent been anymore silverfish and went to water and prune them but when i leant in closer to the first one i noticed two things.

1. the soil was soaked through and messy 2. it fucking stank of piss

so yknow i dont want to jump to conclusions but what other fucking conclusions are there here. someone in this god fucking awful house thought it would be funny to take one of my plants and piss in it for fucking what??? for the laughs???

theyve poured wine on my dishes, they broke my kitchen scales, theyve screamed and tried to break and kick in my door at 4 in the morning when high on ket, theyve made fun of me to my face, theyve made fun of my hobbies, they make snide comments where i can tell i’m being made fun of but i cant work out what i’ve said wrong, theyve slammed doors at every hour of the fucking night for weeks, they scream up and down the stairs at 3am, they call me boring, they call me stupid and autistic and unfunny and bitchy and nit-picky and overly sensitive and i am so fucking SICK of trying to live here

every day i am masking so hard that i’m even more irritable and i go to bed exhausted and full of anxiety because i know!! i know everytime i leave a room they all look at each other like oh thank god ollie’s gone we can finally be offensive and i’m not sleeping properly, and i’m always on edge in my own home. i cant relax here ever

and idk. someone else might take this less seriously and brush it off. but i cant and i’m tired of trying to explain to them that maybe its funny to prank each other but when you fuck with my stuff it’s not funny, it completely derails my expectations of things and especially with adhd my reactions to things can be out of proportion. so its not funny at all. im just so angry that im shaking and i want to beat the shit out of someone. so no, i dont take well to it, and im not gonna laugh and deal with it, im gonna cry, and react like a kid. and then noone is having any fun because everyone acts like its so awkward that im upset when really they could just be normal fucking decent people and leave me the hell alone.

and now i have to try and deal with this and i have no fucking clue how im even meant to approach it. “hi guys, just wondering who pissed in my beloved trailing ivy? it was £25 so would love some financial compensation and also for you to hold still so i can break your fucking nose!”

i dont even know if i should just leave it because its just not worth it. i dont even care if im a pushover at this point i am so. tired. of trying to make them respect me as a person. thats what it feels like, it feels like they dont even see me as a person they just see me as a fucking circus freak.

the plants still in my room. i dont even know what to do with that. i dont want to touch it because just touching the pot made my hands smell. so just everytime i look up i get upset and scared and angry all over again because its right there. and im 90% sure i know who did it but if i confront him about it he’ll do that thing where people go cmon its just a joke why are you being so sensitive? jeez, lighten up its not a big deal and ill look stupid and sensitive and different like i always do

ive got 4 more months of living here and then i am fucking gone and i am never speaking to these people again.

#you know its bad if its getting me to re-consider moving back in with my parents #this is. a kinda long and very angry rant but honestly im shaking right now so its warranted #local old man #vent post

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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Oh ew the OF accounts and sex bots are completely getting out of hand. I haven’t been notified of any new followers but I don’t trust tumblr to do so. I’m have to gonna check on that soon 🙄🙄.

And seriously for what reason are people flagging down your works for like 😭😭?? It literally makes no sense??? Some people are so rude and mean and spiteful for no reason like. Do better or screw off unintentionally quoting Ego here I’m sorry that this happened to you, it really sucks.

Ever since break started I’ve been in a kind of limbo. It feels so surreal not having any work to do. I mean I do have basic chores to do today like the laundry and vacuuming and stuff but besides that it’s a free day. I am. Very very very. Temped to start reading the blue lock manga. I know I said I’d wait for the anime to finish but like I need something to do 😭😭. I was starting my first TR reread since the last chapter but I only got in 3 chapters before I started sobbing and I haven’t even gotten to Akkuns first death or met Mikey and Draken for the first time again yet. I’m gonna have to chunk my way through it while sobbing and taking so many breaks because I will seriously never recover from this manga. OH AND I LOVE CHIFUYUS BIRTHDAY ART. Wakui continuing to attest that yes takefuyu are still canon in the reset timeline. It’s such a relief for me because those two are my comfort duo 😭😭😭. I also want to finish Chainsaw Man soon. I stopped at around volume 9 because I’m broke and was reading it at the bookstore and all I can say is that this series is definitely getting a reread cause I love analyzing strange works and concepts. THE MAITAKE COVER ASJKGFJKHFFGGG. The way I screeched when I first saw it like. I love how you worded it, they literally look like royalty together UGH. Suffice to say that yes maitake fans has a field day with the cover of volume 31 😌😌. I cant wait for the inside cover to be revealed. My prediction/demand is that it’s gonna be then as children childhood-friends-to-lovers. But I guess we’ll see.

Anyways. How are you Belle? Doing better I hope? How’s uni? Oh and when does your winter break start? How’s life? Im so happy tumblr is being cooperative now and letting you see my tagged posts 😭😭. Sorry for the constant tagging tho, there’s just so much I wanna share and I see something and I’m like “oh I wanna show this to Belle” you know? Oh and im so glad you liked that Oliver drabble 🥹🥹. I’ve got another one in mind for him but this time it might be a little more ✨spicy✨ so stay tuned 👀👀😌. I hope you have a great day and that the caramel frappuccino tasted great!!! *sending many virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Istg- i got followed by accounts from Czechia and Carolina this morning. Alright, I made my pinned post of Gojo's OF account but this is a writing blog; not even an OF promotion blog (╥﹏╥) unless... i draw some stuff

Tumblr decided to not let me post my rant- so here’s what I had to say

I revisited my childhood with watching DBZ... (i knew i said i would start one piece but the gym bro-ness got the better of me and i started watching it) someone please explain why does Goku's voice sound... i don't know how to describe it. i was so shocked about his voice, i was planning on watching the dub instead cause of it *crying* Honestly, Wakui did a really good job with the cover. Even when I was reading mangas online - I was so awed by the covers of the manga and when TR was on its peak here, i saw a lot of spoilers for bonten mikey. I never liked mikey... but this made me change my mind. And they (like every cover character i saw up until the Brahman arc looked like royalty. Even hanma-) I'm doing well! Contemplating to change the blog theme for some reason. It's not gonna be aiku ofc- he gets 0 screen time cause he hasn't come back from italy and i am mad at him with part 1 to ocean hues I'm on my winter break actually and omw back home. Fifa knocked the wind out of me. I feel sad cause Mbappé played really well (and he was sad too when they lost), i literally went to go keep my plate and he scored in 97 seconds of the first goal T.T . But i'm also really happy for Argentina cause its the first time in 36 years since Maradona that they have won the Wc and i cried cause they were crying on the field not to mention the fact that Messi played in their team as well - so it was bittersweet ending but also very well deserved! And yes i am a football head I can't see you in my activity still (maybe your visibility switch is off? i'm not sure) but i do get the number on my activity and that's how ik that you're there (⑅ •͈ᴗ•͈ ) I actually don't mind being tagged! and I enjoy the things you have to show me as well ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა (i saw some stuff where you tagged me- i'll be answering those soon, promise i'm not ignoring you ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა ) I. absolutely. loved. the Oliver drabble ˃̵ᴗ˂̵. I still read it btw, cause it is absolutely precious. the deer headrest and the fact he wants to be a good boy made me go (๑✪ᆺ✪๑) did you say spicy 💀 *here lies Isabelle Aiku; beloved wife of Oliver Aiku who is unaware that he is married to her- * Starry you're gonna make me combust from the heat *sending back bear hugs*

*my man is so handsome (>﹏<) and yours is too*