#anyways im angry and want to eat glass.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

country club bathroom part two

words: 800

warnings: mentions of hooking up, no actual smut in this part, angst/fighting

part one / part two / part three / part four

“holy shit.” your eyes take in the grand entryway, the wealth of the cameron family on clear display.

“shit, almost forgot you were a pogue for a second there.” rafe laughs gently. he places his hands on your waist, hauling your body against his, lips meeting yours in a kiss.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, expecting him to lift you up, to grip your ass and carry you up the stairs, to immediately take you to his bedroom, but after a few minutes of kissing, rafe pulls away.

“god, im starving.” rafe groans. you think it's a euphemism at first, especially considering how intensely he eats you out when you have enough time and privacy at the country club.

“yeah?” you smirk, but rafe doesn't smile.

“you're probably hungry after your shift, right? what do you want? ramen, pizza?”

“ramen?” you let out a giggle. “are you sure you're not the pogue?”

“alright, alright.” rafe laughs. “i would take you somewhere fancy but…” you get the implication. you may have been hooking up for months now, but that doesn't make it any less complicated to be seen in public together.

“pizza is fine.” you pat rafes chest, leaving him to call and order while you explore more of the house, unashamed of checking out every decadent piece of furniture.

rafe catches up to you in the living room, coming up to wrap his arms around your waist as you stare out the window towards the ocean, the waves gently lapping the shore.

“it looks just like my view of the water.” you mumble. ignoring the dock stretching out into the water, yours not extending nearly as far and certainly not boasting as many boats.

“yeah?” rafe questions, ducking his head to kiss your neck, knowing better than to suck a bruise on the sensitive skin, as much as he badly wants to.

“not that different afterall.” you hum. you mean it sarcastically, but it does have your mind whirling. these percieved small differences that divide the island, all based on nothing more than the numbers in your bank account.

“don't tell me my favorite pogue is sympathizing with the kooks now.” rafe scoffs.

you turn around suddenly, out of his arms. “as if you haven't been on your knees for me.”

“hey, hey.” rafe says softly, seeing you're actually angry. “i like you y/n. i know i tease you but you give good head. i wouldn't invite you back here if i didn't want you.”

“can't you see i have more qualities than just good head?” you question, not sure why you're suddenly so angry, why the feelings are building up in your gut. you just want to be recognized, recognized by rafe, by the kooks, want the divide to heal, or at least lessen.

“yeah, of course, baby.” rafe tries to reach out for you, but you take a step back, backing into the sliding glass door.

“what did i do wrong, baby?” he asks softly. “tell me so i can make it up to you. if i said something im sorry. i just like to tease you when i say that dirty pogue shit.”

“no, you mean it.” you shake your head. “i know how you treat the other pogues on the island.” you have never seen rafe fight anyone else, but you've seen the cuts and bruises and heard stories from maybank and pope when you visit heywards.

“you're different.” rafe doesn't let your backing away stop him this time, wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you into his body. “yeah, you give good fucking head but you're also funny, and sassy. and have a backbone. everything ive done to the other pogues is because they're not like you. they're pieces of shit. probably not every single one of them, yeah. but i don't touch the ones that don't give me a reason to.”

“yet you still refuse to be seen in public with me.” you know you're asking a lot of rafe, and it's not like you can be seen together at the country club anyways. you knew he was only asking you to hook up when he invited you over, but the comment about taking you to a fancy restaurant struck you harder than you thought it would.

you pull away suddenly. “what are we doing here? i mean really. just hooking up? fucking? and we don't even really like each other? im sorry rafe, i don't think i can do that anymore.” you start to head through the maze of a house, needing to find your way out, needing to take a deep breath of air.

“what do you mean?” rafe follows your footsteps.

“if this is going nowhere… if we can't even go out on a single date, i… i can't do this.” you feel yourself starting to hyperventilate, chest suddenly getting tight, restricting your breathing.

“baby-” rafe tries to talk, but you find the front door and flee, running across his yard until you're outside of his fence, taking gulps of air. 

you look back and tanneyhill, and rafe doesn't follow you.

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[juneberrie]

𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈? ⟡ 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬

ʚ 𖦹₊˚ 🌅 ﾟ. ponyboy curtis x gn!reader

author's note — ꩜ im such a sucker for first kiss fics (probably because i've never been kissed) also i feel like this isnt as good as i want it to be but anyways!! ♡ divider by @/benkeibear

word count — ☆ 0.4k

warnings — ✦ reader burns their hand, like two curse words

since ponyboy and y/n were the first people up in the curtis household, the law (darry's annoyed grumbling) dictated that they had to make breakfast. the pair had stayed up late enough studying for a test that darry suggested y/n stay the night.

now, with the sunlight streaming in through the living room windows, pony cracked a few eggs and put them into the frying pan whilst y/n grabbed plates and put them onto the table.

they leaned over pony to grab a glass and their hand accidentally grazed the pan. they pulled their hand back with a hiss and almost dropped the glass. pony fumbled it but managed to catch it as y/n's eyes teared up.

"shit," they groaned. pony set the glass down, moved the pan off the stove, and gently led his friend to the sink.

"soda said that y've gotta put it under water," he explained. he glanced at them and noticed they were biting their lip. "does it hurt bad?" he asked. they shook their head, tears shining in their eyes.

after a few minutes, pony pulled their hand out from under the water and lifted it closer to his face. the burn was now less of an angry red and more of a muted red.

"well, aren't you going to kiss it better?" y/n managed a small smile. pony's face turned redder than the burn and glanced at anything but them. them.

"i.. i mean," he stammered. he finally met their eyes. the tears had mostly gone away, leaving their eyes glassy but dry. "can i?" he whispered.

"yeah," came the reply. pony slowly lifted their hand to his lips, not taking his eyes off of them. all of a sudden they pulled their hand back and fisted the other in his shirt, pulling the pair only inches apart.

"can i kiss you?" they whispered breathlessly. pony nodded

the kiss was awkward at first, neither of the two being experienced, but it slowly became second nature. y/n's hand released his shirt and slid up to the nape of his neck. pony stumbled backwards into the sink and pulled them with him. their mouths moved in tandem as they relished in finally admitting their feelings for each other.

the pair pulled apart, panting slightly, to see soda and darry standing there, the former with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"good morning, you two," soda smiled.

#horseboy (liz's version) #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy curtis x reader #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #liz’s writing ♡

[fillsta]

How to explain Les Mis characters to your friends

Enjolras 'Enjy dearest', 'Enj':

Angry blond boy. "Eat the rich". Either gay or aroace. His celebrity crush is Robespierre. He may or may not have a crush on a specific wine lover. Also Aaron Tveit. That's it

Combeferre 'Ferre':

The 'hot' scholar. Rly likes moths I guess. Wears glasses bc he's smart and smart ppl wear glasses. Has done nothing wrong, ever. We love him .

Courfeyrac 'Courf':

Everybody's friend. Flirty, fruity bitch. Round and lovable. Possibly in a relationship with either Combeferre or Jehan. Marius' own personal extrovert. Keeps the group together. Portrayed by the Mighty, the Fruity Fra Fee.

Grantaire 'R':

Likes to drink. A lot. Bi bitch, hopelessly in love with a certain blondie. Hold-hands-before-getting-shot-to-death kind of crush. Rly good at history and philosophy. Cynic. Also, fandom decided that he draws<3. Big hobo energy. Ask the fandom about the actor in the 2012 musical and they'll shed tears

Jean Prouvaire 'Jehan':

Ah yes, the softie. Love poetry and playing the flute. Most likely smoke weed. Plant parent. Gender unknown. We love their hippie bullshit. I don't remember the actor's name but he was kinda cute

Bahorel 'Baho':

The fruity gym bro. Enjoys fistfighting. Possibly Feuilly's bf. Man bun and beard. Studies law but doesn't want to be a lawyer. Doodles instead. Gavroche's idol. His celebrity crush is probably Dwayne Johnson or sth.

Feuilly:

IwbavajsbJzkabzjsvs. We love him. He's pure and innocent. Orphan. Makes fans for a living. Really loves the countries of the world. Headcannoned as Polish. Enjolras' fav ho. Wears flannels. I'll stop here because oh boi I can go on for ages

Bossuet/Lesgles:

Bald guy. Wholesome. He's also extremely unlucky and Victor made sure that's his only personality trait. Polyamoryyyy. His bf is Joly, his gf is Musichetta. It's just... Bossuet, you know?

Joly:

Doctor? Yeah, did I mention he's a germaphobe? Poor guy. Eccentric asf. Carries a cane everywhere. Will wake up in the middle of the night to align his bed according to the earth's poles and shit. Yes, he has a bf and gf, as previously mentioned.

Gavroche 'Gav':

Best boiiii. Smol, like, 10-12 yrs old. Savage. Absolutely destroyed Enjolras when in an argument. Also managed to trick a skilled criminal once. Rip, he would have loved Minecraft. Eponine and Azelma's brother. Courfeyrac's instant son. Looks up to Bahorel.

Marius Pontmercy:

The Most Awkward Human Being. Like, fr. Courfeyrac's emotional support introvert. Possibly the only straight here but who knows??? Idk he's kinda close with Courf. Anyway Enj amd Ferre scare him. Especially Ferre. He somehow gets a gf??? Survived

Eponine 'Ponine' Thenardieur

Marius' side ho. Has a crush on him. Bit I think she's gayyyy. Or bi. There's no way she's interested in men only. Anyway, poor. Terrible household situation :(. Feminist. I hope she gets a gf in her second life. R had a smol crush on her but that was just a phase. She deserved better, like everyone.

Cosette Fauchelevent/Valjean:

Marius' main ho (how this guy manages to get bitches is beyond me). Cottagecore goth (is that a thing?). Adopted. Such a sweet gal. Eponine could also be her gf <3.

Montparnasse 'Parnasse':

Ah him. Okay this guy. He is s narcissistic but a good one. One day he looked in the mirror and said 'Wow im hot lets murder people' and so he did exactly that. Said criminal tricked by Gavroche. 'Dandy'. He's so cool I love him sm.

Azelma Thenardieur:

Poor girl doesn't get any development. She's just there. Survived. Is rly cool tho, trust me.

Jean Valjean:

Stole bread and went to jail for 19 years. Villain origin story. Then he stole from a child (which may or may not have been Feuilly but that's another story for another post) and he instantly went good. Became mayor and businessman. One of his employees died so he found her daughter and raised her. Survived for a while. Is supposed to be the protagonist lol. Wholesome grandpa

Inspector Javert 'Jav jav man':

Is his life's goal to arrest Valjean. I say enemies to lovers trope. Starts off as a bitch, tbh.

Fantine:

My poor girl deserved the world. Her bf got her pregnant and fled :(. She gave Cosette over to some strangers to raise her while she worked in a nearby town, sending them money for Cosette's expenses. That's a no no there but ok. Gets fired, becomes a prostitute, dies. So of any of you out there shame sex workers I'll choke u while u sleep.

#les mis #les amis #les miserables #les amis de l'abc #enjolras #grantaire #feuilly #courfeyrac #combeferre #bossuet #joly #bahorel #cosette #fantine #eponine #azelma #gavroche #javert #jean valjean #jehan prouvaire #jehan #montparnasse #marius pontmercy

[lazaruspiss]

Do you have headcanons? I didn't think I would like Sladicktalia that much

i think about them forever and ever and ever. theyre iconic and powerful and i love them. thank u for inviting me to rant about them.

one unavoidable part of it is that it Will make Bruce angry. and like, real emo. he's being cucked in several directions and no one even cares about how sad that makes him. ideally Dick has gone "ok ive had enough of this guy" and pursues what he wants without worrying about what Bruce will think, but you could also do the whole song and dance of "oh i love them... but what will Papa think??"

oh oh!! my self indulgent canon divergence!! so Talia trying to bring Damian back to the league after she sent him to Bruce in the first place makes Absolutely No Sense to me so I've decided to ignore it. that said i like to imagine her dropping by during the D&d Batman & Robin days.

i actually have a random prompt in my drafts about Talia visiting Dick and him assuming she's here for Bruce and/or Damian related reasons only for her to be like. we're having dinner together. do you want to go with the Fancy Reservations place or just grab something normal people eat. i like them.

also. Talia and Slade have canonically had casual sex. i think they should be on again off again fuck buddies who gradually start going out to nice places before fuckin nasty and keep going down that route of increasing romance/domestic-ness until they've accidentally bought a house together.

the three of them end up w a cat at some point. don't ask me why, it's just the vision. sexy times occasionally interrupted by cat screams bc it needs attention.

Slade and Dick should be the last to realize they like each other. so that Talia can swirl a glass of wine and go "hehe. cute idiots." and also bc those two are actually emotionally incompetent. like yeah Talia isn't that well adjusted either but she at least knows what she wants unlike those two.

god, between Slade and Talia, Dick is truly living the bottom bisexual dream. that's not a headcanon that's just a general observation.

their "honeymoon" would be a world tour. travel everywhere see everything and only have a few near deadly altercations. Bruce calling Dick while Dick's chilled out in a jacuzzi and Dick telling him to not call him for anything short of someone dying or the world ending bc he has a beautiful wife and husband to go spend his time with.

Jason could be lowkey jealous. but it's ok if he's good he gets to visit. guest member of the polycule. Dick's good baby boy. sorry I'm getting sidetracked, im still a jaydick hoe it seems.

I could go on forever. it's an actual crime that i havent written or drawn them before, like wtf.

anyways i need them to all to share a house or penthouse or smth.

#asks #anon #sladicktalia

[babes4pdd]

Please Don't Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain Headcanons

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time like ever writing fanfic + posting it so my apologies if there's any formatting errors. Anyways I just rewatched this and I wanted to write something about it because I Love it LOL. I hope you Enjoy!

P.S. There is both SFW and NSFW content in here so only read if you're 18+!!!!!

Ben Marshall 

Very ambitious and work driven, eager to impress his father 

Similarly he is very eager to please YOU always, sometimes he gets caught up with work but after that his first priority is always you <3 

He always trys to act like he isn’t silly, but you always manage to wear him down 

Outside of Jawn and Martin mostly people see him as v work obsessed and serious 

So when you finally get to know this side of him you’re like shook because you never would have guessed 

That Ben Marshall is so fun and goofy 

His chest and shoulders are covered in freckles 

He is such a terrible cook he burns everything 

Loooves folding laundry with his big headphones on... like that boy loves a repetitive task 

Refuses to smoke weed with you and Jawn and Martin but once a month after like...four Trulys he will hit your cart wayyy too hard and cough so hard you guys have to bring him outside and rub his back 

He always smells so good, like clean grass and Irish spring soap 

Leaves guy time constantly to hang out w you 

Campfire guy 

NSFW 

Little to no experience LOL 

Came in his pants the first time you two made out 

His fave is missionary because he needs to be able to see your face 

Praise kink to the maxxxxx 

Loooooves overstim lol 

Def into spit, loves when when your saliva is in/on him 

Also has a thing for hickies, loves when you two stumble somewhere together, arms around each other’s waists, cheeks burning red and necks covered in bruises 

Loves to eat pussy, but def neeeds more practice, like obv he was a total virgin when you too met  

But still loves to at least attempt to please you, super overeager 

Begs for it  

Rly wants to cum inside of you 

Likes being called Daddy on occasion  

Martin Herlihy 

Pretentious boyfriend to the max 

Vinyl guy 

Loves getting white girl wasted 

Loves to dance when he’s drunk 

Very clingy in the mornings  

Like mansplains everything to you 

Super overprotective and jealous 

Hand on your lower back as you guys walk around together 

When/if you get flirted with in public he gets so angry and possessive and he gets weird 

Likes when you wear his clothes 

Nsfw 

Brings up you being flirted with by strangers during sex 

Gets his jealousy out by sex 

Loooooves getting oral, but will also give 

Loves lingerie  

Wants to shotgun vape smoke into your mouth 

Likes hair pulling 

Likes you being on top of him 

Likes manhandling you  

Will spit in your mouth 

Likes to roleplay 

Sometimes Lawrence comes out during sex 

Always wants to be called daddy 

Cums on your face! 

If you wear glasses he's Begging to cum on them  

Total ass guy 

Sex playlist 

Likes to degrade (not good at it) 

1 and done for sex, if he cums first he’ll eat you out till you cum and then be like “Im sleepy 😊 ) 

Gets drunk and horny 

John Higgins 

Loves date nights in 

Takeout and movie 

Loves to cuddle 

Little spoon 

Is a good cook 

Loves wine and gossip 

Is a sassy man 

Is constantly texting you/sending you tiktoks 

Takes tons of candid pictures of you 

500+ day snap streak 

Is really whiny and clingy, especially in the morning  

Likes his head being scratched 

Likes showering with you and you washing his hair 

Is a human furnace, always so hot 

Passenger princess 

Loves getting you little trinkets and treats 

Loves to kiss your head 

NSFW 

Submissive most of the time 

Occasionally dominant 

Boob/thigh guy 

Likes to be degraded 

Gives tons of praise 

Loud, whiny  

Begging 

Likes to be bossed around 

Gets pegged occasionally 

Loves it 

Gets sooo needy when he’s high 

Hairy 

Always smells a bit too good 

Cannot have sex while watching something, he gets too focused and has to pause it  

Incorporate sex toys 

Also into overstimulation 

Likes the way of masturbating to a person, like sending you videos of him jerking off 

Obsessed with boobs the way a 13 year old boy is 

The best collected afterwards, the king of aftercare 

Calls you mommy 

Likes to be degraded but simultaneously needs to be affirmed 

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[zaceouiswriting]

The Truth: Breaking of Trust

Character: Reggie Mantle x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Heartbreak

„Babe?“, you called trough the empty house. You knew that his parents weren’t there. So you had no problem to call out for him. He threw a party last night, but you weren’t able to go. That was why, you came to his home this early in the morning. Not only with breakfast, but also with Ibuprofen to cure his upcoming headache.

But you did not get any answers. The house looked awful. Everywhere was alcohol, food and even parts of clothing scattered around. You slowly wandered up to his room, opening it without a care in the world. There on his bed, he was sleeping like a stone. Warm and cozy under his heavy blankets.

Carefully you put both the medication and the breakfast on the side table, sitting down on his bed and slowly stroke his hair out of his face. A kiss set on his forehead, just short after setting one on his lips. „Good morning,“ you whispered. Finally a smile broke out on his face, before apparently his headache kicked in.

„Good morning, handsome,“ he answered in a groggy way. You immediately gave him the medication and glass of water you got on the way upstairs. „God, you are so good to me, how do I deserved you?“

It was strange to hear something like this out of his mouth. Normally he was confident never talking like he did not deserve you. For some reason, alarm bells were going off in your head. But you did not wanted to hear them, so you tried to just ignore this feeling of pain.

„What did happen yesterday? Downstairs is everything full with stuff, especially alcohol and clothing?“, you asked him slightly chuckling. Fearing, that you had missed the best party of the century.

Instead of a cheeky or arrogant remark, his face paled. Not a single word was uttered form his full alluring lips. He seemed to have woken up in a matter of seconds, which he had never seen before.

You already wanted to ask him if everything was okay, but he beat you, „Maybe you should go. I have a lot to clean up and I don’t want to ruin your Sunday. But we can meet later at Pops?“

Almost getting dizzy from his sudden change of action. „I can help you. Despite nothing interesting is happening today anyway.“ You tired to kiss him again, but he actually pulled away from you.

Getting more nervous with the second, he stood up, his hand on the backside of his neck, „No I really think, that I need to do this alone. But we meet at noon at Pops, okay?“ Before you could even react to it, he already was gone in the bathroom, locking the door.

Perplexed and honestly hurt as hell, you told him your goodbyes and did exactly as he asked of you and were gone, just a moment later. Still asking yourself, what just happened. This strange feeling began to getting stronger.

Until you called Veronica, who became your best friend not long after she moved to your small town. She other than you, was at the party. But with her words, nothing really out of the ordinary happened. Which was a lie, because you saw the clothings.

You already knew, something wasn’t right, but now it became fishy now. You tried to contact other friends, present at the party. But either they did not pick up or gave you the same shit, like Veronica did. Strangely, the guys did not pick up, while all the girls gave you the same story.

At noon, you were ready to kill someone. Walking to Pops, never felt this awkward. You never felt this alone, lost or angry. But as soon as you opened the doors, to this man smiling at you, everything was gone, for a moment. „Hey Pops, how are you today?“, you asked the old man. His smile reached both of the sides of his face. Your parents and him are close. He accidentally brought them together. They both were on the way trough the town and hold there, to eat something. He is even your godfather. 

But your conversation was cut short, after he mentioned your boyfriend, teary eyes at a table. You without a second thought walked over to him. His say and teary eyes, saw you and he immediately looked away. As if he tried to hide something. You sat down, and grabbed after his hand. It was cold, almost as if all his life was drained from him.

As soon as he felt your soft, warm hand he pulled his away again. You wandered what was on his mind.

„I made a dumb mistake,“ he told you with a trembling voice, breaking while telling you this. „The clothing weren’t just this, clothes. They were Veronicas clothes.“

You could feel your face drown all of its color. Becoming pale and cold, just like the hand you just wanted to grab. Heart pounding like it would break and explode any given moment.

He threw your years away. „We are through. It's not because of the fact, you kissed her yesterday or even fucked her brains out. It's the feeling of betrayal, that I will not be able to shake.“

As you stood up and walked out, he did not run after you. Not trying to fix things. The stern, serious look in your eyes must’ve been it. Or it was the pity he felt, as your face paled at this news. But for you, it was your heartbreak, that must’ve been heard in the entire place.

Just as this wasn’t bad enough, the moment, you stopped outside, the beforehand clear sky, with its warm sun, was gone. Instead rain was pouring down on you.

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[shrimpatheticstuff]

Heya, this is my first time writing so im sorry if i do this wrong but im obsessed with your account!

I'm not sure if you're even accepting requests, if not feel free to ignore this

Could I request the Azul reacting to y/n (!fem or !gn) passing out from their eating disorder?

In which Azul is worried sick about fem!Y/N

TW: ED (anorexia) 

Worry was an understatement. Azul, the busy man he is, knew that Y/N wasn't handling the results of her exams very well.

She hasn't been eating well since she found out the result to the point that her cheeks were getting hollow and she wasn't even surviving gym class. 

"Y/N, dear, would you like to be the taste tester for Mostro's new menu?" It was another one of his tricks to make her eat even for just a little bit. "It shall be made by yours truly-- For free!"

The thought of free food made her stomach grumble. Perhaps the punishment was enough since she wasn't able to get in the top 50?

"No, thank you, Azul. I've been having stomach problems lately."

"Perhaps a snack would help," the dorm leader suggested. "I read that human stomachs aren't resilient--"

"I'm gonna be late for gym class, see ya," she softly planted a kiss on his cheeks before running away.

Pushing up his glasses, he noticed the heartslabyul duo following behind. "Ace. Deuce." He called out. He could've sworn their souls left their bodies.

"Y-Yes!" Deuce quivered.

"Keep an eye on Y/N for me. That Vargas can be unforgiving," he sighed. "I don't have to say what might happen if you don't, now do I?"

"No, Azul-senpai," they quickly answered.

"Good."

“Azul...” She’s not keeping up with the rest, Azul thought, watching Y/N run on the other side of the field. 

“Azul.” And to think it’s almost lunchtime.

“Azul!” Maybe this time, I could persuade--

“AZUL!!” The dorm leader jumped, only to see Jamil gripping his broom threateningly. 

He cleared his throat before adjusting his glasses. “Must you yell?”

“You’re not even listening in the first place!” Jamil huffed. “What are you looking at anyway?” It didn’t take long when both students looked at the other side of the field to see Y/N. 

“I have my reasons,” Azul immediately replied. 

“Of course, you do. Now fly.”

Turning his back, Azul tried to focus on floating than seeing the flushed face of Y/N. Though he can’t help but feel something wrong.

“Prefect!” A scream echoed in the field. All class that was within range turned their heads to the group of first years. 

Azul’s heart dropped at the sight of Y/N motionless on the ground. Dropping his broom, he ran as fast as he can, eyes not leaving Y/N even when her classmates crowded her. 

“Y/N!” Azul yelled. 

“Call Coach Vargas!” Deuce ordered. Every noise drowned out when he finally reached her. Azul's tears were threatening to fall when he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking after seeing Y/N’s ghostly pale face. She wasn’t responding to any of his calls.

Big muscular arms scooped the prefect from the ground. “Ashengrotto, watch this class for me.”

“But sir--”

“I can look after these first years, Coach,” Jamil answered. Azul didn’t realize it when he got here. “Go,” he muttered. 

The infirmary never felt so far. The moment they arrived, Azul quickly informed the school nurse what happened. Vargas left after a while to come back to class, but Azul stayed, even when the lunch bell already rang. He was waiting for Y/N to wake up.

And she did. 

Azul wanted to say everything. He wanted to nag how foolish she has been, how she pushed herself too far, how he could've helped. 

"Why?" his tone was gentle. Seeing the tears building up in her eyes, he couldn't be angry.

"I failed..." she cried. "I failed all my exams and--and I thought I don't deserve to eat--"

"You did well enough to reach the passing scores." He gently held her hand. "Achieving that in this school from a world you don't know is amazing enough."

Y/N was about to open her mouth when she felt his grip tighten. "I don't know what resulted in this, but I will certainly not allow you to punish yourself by abstaining from eating. Not while I'm here."

Silence enveloped the room. Y/N found herself in Azul's chest as he ran his fingers in her hair in hopes of calming her down. "If the pressure's too much, call for me. I'll come no matter what."

#azul ashengrotto x y/n #twisted wonderland #fanfic #azul ashengrotto x reader

[pashminalamb]

Hi belle! Im so sorry for a late reply I was not online so much because I am so busy with all the activities in school😭. I’ve not really taken a rest yet but I’m fine! I try to take in between breaks when I do my activities so I’m hanging in there! And anyways I kinda have an Imagine with Oliver. So I am currently obsessed with Marvel right now, me and my family watched it in timeline order and I loved it so much!! So imagine watching all the movies and series with Oliver and the both of you are just simping for the characters and the actors😂 so yeah thats it hehe

How about you belle? Have you watched any marvel movies/series?

-💙

Don't worry abt it Blue! ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) take your time and reply when you feel like it okay? no pressure ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

And same, my writing time has been cut down due to assignments and papers that i have to work on- so i'm taking it easy ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა its okay to not keep up with timelines (cause i have fomow both here and irl- so i'm working on that)

Marvel movies! I actually wanted to say this for halloween- Aiku in a spiderman suit. but since he is obsessed with cowboy hats- he's just gonna wear that a pair of boots since it suits his very 'laid back personality'.

As for watching Marvel movies... I have seen a few- and on an unpopular opinion, Toby Maguire will always be my fav spider man (like ik tom holland and andrew garfield are cute- but just... nah. Toby is my childhood ૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱), apart from that i've seen avengers, winter soldier and yeah that's it. I don't watch a lot of marvel movies tbh... my friends and roommates are maniacs tho (and they're telling me to watch the boys- i'm not sure if its marvel tho) i'm more of a DC girl- and the latest series i watched... its just romantic killer (anime) and i'm waiting for Ragnarok season 2 to come in...

Small Oliver Drabble - angsty fluffy cause i couldn't help it and he's my fav ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა :

Oh yea if there was a marvel movie marathon ik he's gonna go with the popular opinion and like black widow- and banter with you, even if he doesn't mean it.

"You know if I weren't stuck with you, i'd totally trade you with Natasha Romanov." he said, grabbing popcorn and putting them into his mouth.

"Mhm hm... pretty sure you can do that now, since you have a football career and the world hasn't run out of red heads who speak Russian and latin- any girl would kill to have Aiku Oliver as a boyfriend." you replied humorlessly, resting into the sofa.

"You wouldn't?"

"Hm... not when you have Thor, Loki, Tony Stark, Peter parker, Steve Rogers and Bucky to entertain you. Its a different feeling when you want someone you can't have yet you're satisfied with it." you ranted, shrugging your shoulders, taking some popcorn into your hand and eating it.

"So you'd rather have characters portrayed by people on screen who don't even know you rather than me?" he contested, his voice sounding more serious rather than the tinge of amusement he got into friendly arguments.

It fueled your desire to tease him, your mind curious and the want to entice a reaction out of him.

"I mean..." you drawled out, a smirk making its way on your face. "I might not bag them in real life, but I am pretty happy with the view I'm getting. I did this before my first relationship and I also did the same thing before I met you. A girl can dream you know?"

"Even if you have me?" "Even if I have you."

"I'm gonna go get some water." he said, rolling his eyes and getting up from the sofa. Letting a few minutes pass you set the bowl of popcorn on the table, pausing the movie to follow him.

Standing at the door of the kitchen you watched as he stared at the counter, clutching a glass of water. Walking behind him, you circled your arms around his torso, nuzzling your nose into his back, hugging him close to you.

"You know that i was only teasing right?"

"Mhm." "Is Oliver upset with me?" "..." "Did I make my Oliver angry?"

"..."

"You know that I didn't mean it." you pouted, feeling him sigh.

"You're lucky you have me. I don't think Bucky and gang would be able to put up with your annoying ass." he said with a scoff.

"You brat." you laughed, biting into his back, making him yelp. Turning around he caressed your face, placing a lingering kiss on your head, his heterochromatic eyes staring into yours as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek.

"Jeg elsker deg." he murmured. "Jeg elsker too deg."

He chuckled.

"Let's go back. I get to pick a movie this time." [Jeg elsker deg is Norwegian, but Swedish and Norwegian sound really similar even if the spellings are different and Oliver can speak both.]

#Belle.☏ #.lost sheep : 💙 anon #olivercomehome #Belle.🥛

[effervescent-fool]

SORRY its michaelposting hours and feel better by penelope scott has me feeling things the way michael would LITERALLY rather DIE than live without adam. he would rather go back to being a cold, unfeeling soldier than face his grief. and the sheer FORCE of said grief. could you imagine? what i would have wanted to see was a michael that burned down st. michaels church. a michael bargaining. a michael accepting. my pathetic litlle clown shoes are squeaking against the floors i want to see a michael so filled with emotion that he tears the universe apart. yes yes him shutting down and accepting his fate as The Good Soldier, as daddys blunt instrument, is good and all, but what if he was angry? its established that hes powerful. more powerful than nearly any other being. he single-handedly opened a gate to purgatory with a snap of his fingers WHILE his power was being suppressed. so what would all of that power being channeled into anger look like? i need to see a wandavision michael au. i need to see him stop time itself in his grief. im honking my little clown nose and eating my bowl of clown glass

ANYWAYS! goodmorning folks

#its clown hours #adam milligan #midam #michael #supernatural #spn #txt #this is so fucking incoherent but in my defense i just woke up

[boyfhees]

its okay if u dont want to answer this but if u can yay!

10 moots and say how they would be as a partner/best friend irl with reasons

HI NONNIE i would love to do this. also i only added 5 people forgive me i talk to same 3 people daily and 2 extra biweekly </3

@nyanggk : im adding u out of spite /j anyway, mirai is def the best friend who would deck someone for you 🧍‍♀️ also i think she's someone you can vent to at 3 am and she would listen without complaints ??? also is batshit crazy im telling u, i think she'll make your mom jokes . THE ONE FRIEND U CAN TRUST YOUR MUSIC CHOICES WITH . i think you have a very good music taste; overall a super cool and smart friend honestly who needs a partner when you have her :/ also she'll be the kind of partner who's very experienced when it comes to relationships, but she doesn't know anatomy </3 ( that was a joke ) will watch hentai with you this is true she accepted this herself

@perqabeth : BABE I HOPE U SEE THIS ??? she the Crazy™ best friend fr. yk that one chaotic bsf who wakes up and chooses violence. would hunt someone down if they did you wrong ( idk hit them with a chair and make them eat glass ??? ) doesn't know how to type, cries btwn 1am to 3am, replies once a month, yells ab 2d men, reads too many webtoons, has so many hidden talents but says she's unskilled 🤡 commitment issues so she doesn't date ( what i mean is i'm gatekeeping her thank u )

@wolfhookk : ri would be ,,,, clickbait bsf. the one you think is normal but she isn't normal. looks like a cinnamon roll but can and will resort to murder if necessary ( i love u bae ) SHE'S SO CUTE THO ??? when i first met her, i was so scared and i think that applies here too; but she's super sweet once you get to know her. always down to help you with stuff, best at giving advices, knows how to use a Brain bc she will fight you if she thinks you're doing smth wrong and i love that ab her. do not make her angry, she's scary. also, i think she'd be the kind of partner who'd prepare many surprises for you?? no matter what day it is, she will do smth special for u

@foxic : crazy behaviour. you can throw shade on people with her. one thing is that, if she's your bsf, you'll never get bored. wren is a very cool and interesting person ( or maybe she's just unhinged ) the type to send you cursed memes in middle of lessons only to see you struggle hiding your laugh. will listen to you complain ab life and everything and in turn will complain too, it's like two people relating to each other. WILL GO ON GENSHIN DATES WITH YOU idk what else u need tbh. idk what type of partner she'll be but she'll def have the upper hand in the relationship ( bestie u know where this originates from )

@coffeewon : SAI !!!! THE MOST SLAYFUL PARTNER AND BSF YOU CAN WISH FOR TBH ????? you better pray to god and devote your life to him if you have the privilege to call him your bsf because sai's just so ,,,, perfection . so unhinged, he'd be down to do pranks with you all the time, you won't get bored with him either, is always ready to offer help if you need. like ,,, that one friend who's always at your doorstep if you ever need them. that's sai. also the type to stick with you in a zombie apocalypse 😔👊 true main slayer 💗🔥 HE'D BE THE TYPE OF S/O WHO'LL PICK JUNGWON OVER YOU ANYDAY ( im joking )

#—games. #i mean it's jungwon saur.... #ANYWAY THIS WAS FUN !! sorry to those 5 people i never added

[strawberryspotsstuff]

GGUESS WHOS BACK *SMACKS TABLE* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HENRY ANON IS BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH HIS LITTLE CREATURE SELF TODAY,,,, I WILL BE REQUESTING,,,,, A PART 2 TO THE YANDERE FIC SO YK HOW READER GETS AWAY FROM HENRY ???? VINE BOOM WHAT IF HENRY FOUND READER AND WAS LIKE "THIS BITCH" AND LIKE KIDNAPS THEM ??????!!!!!!????? anyways sorry for being mentally ill puts on sunglasses and hits head on door frame

A PART 2??? YOU SAY????? WELLL OF COURSE!!!!! ((dont worry im also mentally ill my friend, let me join you :'D ))

tw: stalking, kidnapping, swearing, mention of drugs.

PART 2: Yan Henry x Reader

No, No, No. This could not be happening, you thought that your were far enough. You thought you pushed yourself far enough to get rid of him. He was in your dreams, starring from the corner of your walls, the soft echoing of his haunting voice in your ears. You could never eat alone, always seeing him sitting in front of you, watching, smiling, starring.

You wailed into your pillow, slamming your fist into the bed, the pills on your bed rattling and tipping over softly.

"LEAVE ME ALONE" You cried to no one.

From the dingy, run down apartment window, smudges of time and dirt smeared on the glass, watched Henry, laughing to himself.

"you thought you could run? i'm surprised at the effort, little sunshine" he whispered softly, the blush creeping onto his cheeks, spreading to his ears.

Not wanting to let you leave again, he clawed his way from the window, and tumbling into the room. You jolted up from your bed, looking down at... at Henry.

Your eyes widened in horror, like a frightened bird you screamed as you tried to jump from your spot, your legs shaking like a baby deer, tripping on your own feet. You tried to claw for the phone on the bedside table, before a sudden force pushed your hand to the ground, you let out a wail in shock as Henry slammed his foot on your hand.

"you ran for too long my little sunshine." he croaked out wickedly.

You weeped softly, rolling on your back and slammed your feet into his face, he let out a pained groan, letting go of you. Taking this chance, you clammed your way back up and tried to lunge for the phone, but Henry grabbed you with his bulky arms and gripped your hands close to his chest, twisting your wrists.

You cried in pain, screaming in his face. "FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU HENRY. I NEVER LIKED YOU, I KNEW SOMETHING WAS DERANGED WITH YOU. AND I WAS RIGHT. I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO JACK AND DAVE, AND LEFT THIS TOWN WHEN I COULD"

Henry just smiled softly, letting the angry spit of stress and pain onto his face.

"oh sunshine, you're stressed." from his back pocket he managed to pick out a cloth. You eyes widened, trying to kick him, but your legs would wobble and shake from stress and anger.

And like that, he would shove the cloth into your face you inhale in shock, the bitter and citrusy smell, knocking you out.

Looking around you were met with the smell of ash and rotting blood. The walls were too dark to tell where you were, you gripped onto the rope that would dig into your feeble skin and the cold metal chair. You weeped softly into your cloth that was wrapped around your mouth.

'Oh Jack, I can't to meet you again' you whimpered to yourself.

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WOWIE!!!!! another doozy, of some yandere fun!!!

#strawberrycow writes #yandere!henry x reader #tw: stalking #kidnapping #swearing #mention of drugs #part2 #yandere!henry series

[ez-ra-zed]

these ancient indigenous spirits kept telling me this random white bitch downstairs was gonna die. they kept saying "she gonn die" and it'd be kinda funny to something in my mind, and they'd go "no, she gonn die," cuz they find it mildly humrous at best not funny enough to laugh at. cuz killing these random ppl who were gonna die no matter what is what dead ppl do sometimes to steer the timeline in a different direction, when relatively, emphasis on the relatively, insignificant unless they're suffering and eventual death teaches other people an important lesson... she has sepsis and was on a breathing tube, they been saying for weeks "she gonn die" and "no, this bitch gone die"

that spell jar i made with some dead indigenous folk, asking them if we could protect them. and they be like "no, they're killing themselves anyway." so that skull shaped glass bottle i made a spell jar with, targeting two people in this house specifically which is why i made it red, with V8 and some other shit, asking if i could protect them somewhat they kept controlling my body and doing something through me, while slowly teaching me how to do it myself because its gatekept for a reason, so i can learn "im not gone do that again" when ppl accidentally die from magick sometimes but its statistically improbable right? and people might just die anyways if people didnt use demons or dead people (both) while learning about them to figure out if they're even real cuz what if they arent?

I told him I can't be physically touched sometimes multiple times, and he did it again, got angry with me and flipped out for my clearly set boundaries so I withdrew emotionally from whoever that random person is who actually means nothing to me right now, because I was explicit with not being focused sometimes when I have sexual trauma

I don't even like him. he's a fucking ogre, man, one of those slobs with blank states that can't process the words said to them, living in a delusional, embarrassing american daydream like the rest of those animalistic people who are manipulated by others, and that's how some people evolved for a long time - like thralls

& some of them need to be freed, and that involves a lot of hard lessons in the near future, throughout the next century

An estimated one billion excess deaths from climate change by 2100 is a significant amount of people. A hard lesson being taught to us by a higher intelligence that has been guiding the development of our species, teaching many to submit to a higher power - regardless - as I already do - while some "wrong" spiritual practices focus on, always submitting to learn but standing up to certain things that people worship and respect as God or godlike figures, when going through a process of individualization and self realization that many people go through, on their own, in different ways when authority figures aren't limiting them from growing into themselves, something I never had restricting me as I grew into myself

Like that untrained dog my mom dropped on my unmedicated ass, I let her grow into her personality and let her be wild while just, messing with her and having fun with her, until she'd get mad and start screeeaaaaming

She always has a different personality when someone knows her

Maybe it's cause of all of that, and her first drug was Diphenhydramine

She licked my underage at the time :( friends nostril when we snorted ketamine and she didn't tell me. she K Holed, most dogs don't accidentally get psychoactive doses of ketamine ever so lucky her for sniffing that ketamine and deciding she wanted to put that into her body for some reason, bitch was actively seeking things out I swear

Random pills on my floor I knew she would never eat like fish oil or vitamin D

I had to actively make sure no Kratom was on the floor, she always managed to find some and sniffs at the bag if it's nearby. she's a crack dog. my friend called her a crack dog

When I was underage :/ (sigh) I stole oxycodone pills from my friends parents stash, they had tons of surgeries and kept hiding those fucking pills bottles from them ... anyways, they'd be loose in my pockets cuz like ... literally retarded sometimes

that shit fell out, in my house, not once but twice both with the same person, Mathieu

we both freaked out, both times, when we see her tossing a little white pill around and playing with it while wagging her tail, BOTH TIMES enough for it to dissolve in her mouth

Again she would never seek out random vitamins and supplements. but Kratom? oxycodone? ketamine? crack dog

I would never let her do that, but the fact that she ignored other things suggests she knew, like damn

I would never

I would only give my dog nootropics sometimes and longevity treatments never like opioids

bitch was self medicating

All of them eventually, in different ways, hundreds to thousands of years into the future

When tons and tons of people start to develop OCD-like symptoms for some reason due to certain forms of education that will be deemed necessary, and those OCD quirks will be cute to a lot of people when it isn't pathologized and labeled a disorder, when it's more integrated and not dysfunctional - some people just end up with specific ways of doing things when they see the world a certain way

[velliflorwrites]

The Blue Hour

        There’s a crack in the mirror. It snakes from just beneath the top left corner, running over my face and breaking it in two, right around the frown. Stomach—suck it in; pinch right next to my belly button before hitching my leggings up almost to my ribs. My reflection looks back at me, unimpressed.

        A knock sounds on the bathroom door. “Mira? Are you in there?”

        “Yeah.” I reach for my hoodie and pull it over my head, letting the oversized fabric pool past my hips. The door opens.

        “Do you want anything to eat?” Aimee asks as she pokes her head in. Her eyes glint and the planes of her face are painted silver in the half-light; night has already fallen, even though it’s barely seven-forty-something, and only the glow of streetlights below illuminates the bathroom through the window on my left. The light switch on the right side of the sink remains pointed down. Untouched.

        “No, I’m good.” Picking up my phone from the sink counter, I press the power button until it shuts down completely. Mother won’t be happy. I shove my phone into my pocket anyways and hope she won’t think to call Aimee’s mom instead of me. “I’m not hungry.”

        My stomach growls then, and I avoid looking at Aimee. She steps closer. Shuts the door. Silence.

        “Are you okay?”

        I slide my gaze sideways, away, but I catch my own eyes—so brown they’re black, shadows underneath—in the mirror and look the other way. “Fine,” I mumble, “and I had dinner, already.”

        Half of it, at least, before—

        I push the thought away.

        Aimee lowers the toilet seat and sits on top of it. The streetlights stain her hair as she stares at me, chewing her lip. After a moment, she stands—unlocks the window, slides it open an inch, and sits down again. “No,” she says slowly, “I don’t think so.”

        The January air brushes at my cheeks. It had been freezing outside, but I couldn’t find it in myself to regret slipping out the door the moment Mother looked away, right after my desperate five minutes, please, I just need five minutes alone, and her stare—five minutes.

        Five minutes. All I had was five minutes and the sound of the vacuum covering the tinkle of glass in the kitchen, heartbeat thudding as I opened the front door, locked it behind me, and ran.

        “What’s this?” Aimee asks as she opens her phone’s messaging app. My name appears at the top and a strip of white blurbs runs down the left side of the screen:

aimee

aimee im at ur house rn

sorry ik its suddden but I didntk nwo where else t ogo

aimee?

        “You’ve never come to my house before,” she says as she puts the phone back in her pocket. “And you don’t have to tell me everything, but...something’s wrong. You don’t have to pretend.”

        I stare at her fingers twisting in her lap as her eyes burn holes into me. She reaches for my hand suddenly and I stumble back a step before I even register what she’s done, muttering, “Sorry, I don’t—” but it’s already too late.

        “Mira?”

        “Yeah?” I choke out.

        The silence drags on. Finally she says, “If you want to talk, you can. Just so you know.” She almost reaches forward again, pulling her arm back after it moves forward as if instinctual. “I’m here.”

        An eternity burns itself into my tongue as the words bottle up in my throat. There’s so much I want to say; there’s so much I can’t say. There’s so much I don’t tell her, I think, and I don’t know if I mean Aimee or her.

        Eventually what comes out is, “I think it might be my fault.”

        My hand twitches, but the words have already settled in the air between us. Aimee’s face twists; I kind of hate it, but at the same time it almost feels...soothing. Like I’m a balloon stretched too tight letting out all the air inside me. Like I’m not alone.

        “I’m sorry,” she says. “But...why do you think that?”

        Because if I hadn’t shut the door in Mother’s face, maybe she wouldn’t have gotten so angry. Because if I had only listened to Mother more, maybe Father wouldn’t have gotten involved. Because if I was just better, maybe this wouldn’t have happened at all.

        “I don’t know.” I curl my hands into fists, crossing my arms tight. “Just...I don’t know. I think...my parents’ arguing was all because of me, anyways.”

        Look how you’re harming her—Hey, give the bowl back, I was going to eat that—Stop defending her, she needs to learn—See? It’s all your fault.

        It’s all your fault. It’s all you.

        I don’t realize I’m shaking until a hand lands on my shoulder and I hunch into myself, stuffing curled fists into my hoodie pocket, inhale, inhale, inhale, my eyes burn and I press my lips together—“Mira?”

        Aimee’s fingers are digging into my shoulders. “Mira, what happened?”

        I shake my head. Suddenly, Aimee’s standing, her arms wrapped around my back, and she’s pulling me closer and I freeze—

        Mother’s arm draped over my shoulders, a cage so loose and yet I still can’t escape—

        There’s a hand rubbing circles, slow and smooth, into my back, and I collapse forward. I pull one hand out of my hoodie and clutch at Aimee’s back in return. “It’s okay,” Aimee’s saying, “it’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

        “You don’t know that,” I whisper, but I can’t say any more over the lump in my throat.

        “I do,” she says. “It’s not your fault. It’s not you.”

        A fresh wave of tears wells up in my eyes and I squeeze them shut, burying my face into Aimee’s shoulder as she keeps rubbing circles. “One,” she murmurs, “in. Two, out. Three, in. Four...”

        Shuddering, I inhale and exhale to her counts until finally I can breathe again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even tell your mom or anything, and...I just didn’t know what else to do.”

        “It’s okay,” she says again, “you don’t need to be sorry.”

        The half-light shines on both of us, glinting in the mirror and silhouetting two figures wrapped in each other, so entangled that I can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins. After an eternity of silence aside from the shff, shff of my hoodie under Aimee’s fingers, her hand stops. I take a step back, but her hand clasps my wrist and she pulls me towards the door.

        “And Mira?”

        “...Yeah?”

        “You’re beautiful,” she says, firm. “No matter what anyone says.” And I almost believe her. I nod, wiping my eyes when she looks away.

        “C’mon, we can go downstairs and eat ice pops, if you want. My mom’s asleep. And then we can watch something in my room, too, if you want.”

        I touch my phone, heavy in my pocket. If Mother hasn’t tried to call me already, she’ll be calling soon, and I’ll have to answer. Aimee’s eyes are full of something I can’t quite identify; I wish I could stay the night, or something, but I’ll have to go back tonight. I’ll have to talk to her. Half of me hopes that she’ll forget by tomorrow and everything can go back to normal; the other half doesn’t want her to forget. I scrub a hand over my eyes.

        Even so, I can’t help the smile that creeps across my face.

        “Okay,” I say, and Aimee opens the door.

#short story #2021

[xx-neon]

june 12th

hi 

i wanted to start writing because i feel like itll help me in some way, ive never really said anything i think or feel. i never really say anything at all. 

if for some reason someone who isnt me reads this im sorry. itll be a lot of word vomit and just generally unpleasant so maybe dont read all of it lol. im going to try and not use lol beacuse i do that to lighten the mood.

anyway.

yesterday before i went to work i had this really strange feeling. it was this weird sense of nothingness and everything? i feel like thats how people feel before they die. like a weird calmness. i felt comfortable and okay with everything. so i felt nothing really when i googled if hanging yourself hurts, i have a rope and everything but i just wanted to make sure i wouldnt feel any more pain. in my head i thought it would be kinda like a slap to the face if i wanted to kill myself because of the pain and then the last thing i feel is pain ha. 

anyway. i got really annoyed when all the results were for the suicide helpline. numbers to call, resources, texting lines everything. i just wanted to know. but then i gave up. as usual. 

all day yesterday i was just planning on when id do it. i wanted to pick a good day. i remembered that i have to clean my apartment first, make sure my cat is fed, but then my friends birthday is coming up and i wanted to wish them a happy birthday, and i had plans to hang out with my friend, and then after that i had plans to hang out with another of my friends. i realized maybe im too busy to die and i really didn't want to disappoint anyone. so i just gave up on that thought. (i did see my friends i was supposed to see yesterday, and this guy bought my food and drinks which has never happened before which was really nice) 

idk how i got here honestly. ive tried suicide before but obviously im writing so that didnt work. but before was different. i just went for it. i didnt think about it. i didnt plan anything i just went 1,2,3 go. i mean, i know how i got here. myself. if i wasnt such a fucking people pleaser maybe I'd have enough balls to be in a better place. 

my ex and i officially broke up last week, and thats kinda where it all started. i know it sounds stereotypical but i dont want to die because of the breakup but because of the feelings that came after it. i really wanted to break up. it was my idea in the beginning. but it took him forever to just say “yeah i dont have any feelings so this is it”. it was like my ego took a flip. ive actually have never had someone say that to me. that sounds really uppity i know. but its true. in my head i thought “after all i did for you thats how you end it?”. and i really ruined my life for this guy. i quit my old job i did hate it tho, moved away from my friends and family, he got into an accident so i used all my money to take care of him and had to take off work, drove him everywhere bc he couldnt drive, etc. and what did i get in return? he cheated on me twice, treated me like shit, slammed a door in my face so hard it broke my glasses, tried to hit me. the relationship was so bad all im left with is alcoholism and an eating disorder. so honestly, good riddance. 

he left me in a really, really bad place. i have to figure out where to live now since he just up and left. i dont have enough money to live on my own anymore. tbh i dont even want to write about it since it stresses me out so much. so i wont. ive just been drinking and going out to distract myself. not from him but like i said, the feelings that came after it. i want revenge, i want peace, i want him to apologize, i want him to never do this to anyone, and i just want to die. i dont have people to talk to about this stuff, i do but, i dont want to seem like an angry ex. i just want people to see the hurt that ive been through. i just want someone to tell me its going to be okay. that what i feel is normal. that people go through this all the time. i just want comfort. 

im sure if i actually told anyone about this theyd be like “but you have me!! you have your family!! you have people who care about you!!”. and yeah i do. but when youre so far down a hole, you dont see the light at the top, just darkness. and probably dirt lol. 

i cried for the first time today. since all of this happened i havent cried at all. my chest has been hurting so much since ive been holding it in. but the reason i started crying was kinda dumb. one of my old friends found me and reached out. he wanted to see how i was doing and what ive been up to. what was i supposed to say? “hey ive been horrible! just planning my suicide and and stuff ya know” but of course i couldnt say that so i just said ive been good. we caught up for a bit and thats when he said hes getting over a breakup that messed him up. so i took the bait and said yeah me too. he just said if you ever want to talk you can always call or text. so i just said thank you it means a lot and that things can only get better i guess. and idk why but thats when i started crying. he said 

“theres so much good to come” 

its so dumb but i felt like those words were just a giant warm blanket. especially with the head space that im in. obviously i could hear that from anyone. but hearing it from someone i haven't talked to in like 4 years meant so much more.

there are so many people who care about me. ive just been stuck dealing with my ex and only caring about what he had to think or feel. he never really cared about me like these people do. theyre concerned about me. they tell me to eat, they tell me theyre worried about my drinking, they dont want me to be out alone, they want to make sure im okay. 

so fuck my ex. fuck him and anyone who thinks hes a good person. hes such a manipulative piece of shit. no one really knows what ive been through. no one knows how hes left me. no one knows about the cheating. no one knows about the abuse. they know nothing. im sure hes talked about me. im sure hes told them how i have a hard time showing feelings. im sure hes told them.. i dont even know. hes probably pulled something out of his ass. and they probably feel so bad for him. i hope they do. and i hope one day they feel just as stupid as i do. 

i just had to get my anger out. 

but my friend is right i think. maybe there is good to come. ive decided to stick around to find out. 

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hey there! Could I ask for a match up with obey me? Thank you so much in advance

My pronouns are he/him and I'm demisexual, polyamorous. I'm a Leo ♌ and my mbti type is infp!

My hair is dark blond (it'd be considered brown if it didn't lighten when exposed to the sun), my skin tone is very light and I have blue/greyish eyes with a light brown ring around my iris sometimes. It looks almost yellow even but it's not always there funnily enough. I'm 5'4 and I have a tattoo on my arm (snake with a broken sword and red poppy petals around it), a helix and an industrial piercing. Oh, and I wear glasses (hard plastic frame with rectangular shapes for the lenses)

Personality wise, I am often told I have a very calm atmosphere around me and seem very approachable. Which is good because I love helping others, I'm generally kind and nurturing and like to take care of those im fond of but I can get incredibly angry and protective if they or innocent people are hurt/harassed to the point I want to get violent. I have strong values I'm not afraid to stand up for but I won't waste my time arguing with any rando who comes up, knowing they probably won't change their mind anyway.

Likes: crows, foxes, pretty things, sweet food, spicy food, philosophical conversations, tea, stuffies, books, plants and nature

Dislikes: stupidity (not academical) -> ignorance/bigotry/discrimination, strong scents/lights/loud sounds anything overstimulating, being in the spotlight

Hobbies: reading, writing, swimming, drawing, (crocheting, baking, crafting things)

Extra: I'd be so enthusiastic to learn magic in the om universe! I struggle with a major depressive disorder and lack energy a lot of the time because of it but I do my very best to be and get better. I'm learning to love myself more but I need a lot of reassurance sometimes

Hi! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchup!

In Obey Me, I match you with...

I feel like Mammon would be your best match.

He would gather together some of his crows and introduce you to each of them, telling you things they've done and showing you ways to gain their trust.

Mammon can be a bit on the dumb side sometimes, but for the most part, he's far smarter than his brothers give him credit for. He's very good at picking up on the emotions of others so he knows when you're feeling down about yourself.

He's the best at helping you feel better. From sitting you down on the couch with a movie and a bowl of popcorn, to going out to your favourite café, he's happy to do whatever you want as long as you feel better.

Your strong values balance out his more wild tendencies well. If he suggests an idea that goes against your values, he'll be far less likely to go through with it.

Loves eating Hell-Sauce Flavor Instant Noodles with you. Mammon's a big fan of spicy food, so the fact that you like that stuff as well makes him very happy.

Notices quickly if you're feeling overstimulated and will either remove whatever's causing it, or get you out of the room and somewhere quiet.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #mammon #mammon avatar of greed

[khodorkovskaya]

06.05.23

two things:

i drank 40 year old coffee and now my family is falling apart

my stepmum called me and said some weird shit

story number 1:

so ive been living at my stepdad's old place for a while now and all his stuff is here. one time i ran out of coffee and was too lazy to go to the grocery store. so i started looking around the house if there was any coffee left by any chance cos when i moved in he had like rice and pasta and things like that and he said i could eat it.

and i found this weird looking red packet of coffee

ive never seen this brand before but since im a cheap ass i just thought that maybe this is some fancy brand id never noticed before. and without giving it much thought i opened it and drank it. it wasn't too bad, i quite liked it although it kinda taste like dust but i thought it was the chicory.

fast forward to yesterday, my stepdad was giving me a ride home and we were talking about coffee like what coffee based we like etc. and he said that the best coffee he's ever had was when he went to america in the 80s and stayed with a host family in louisiana and they had this special coffee there he doesn't remember the name of. he said that he brought back a bag as a souvenir and the packaging was red. and that's when it hit me....

my stepdad was furious! ive never seen him so angry before! turned out this coffee i drank was one of his most prized posessions! so he started shouting and me. my mum was there too and now she is very angry at him for shouting at me. so my stepdad is mad at me for drinking his souvenir, my mum is angry at my stepdad for shouting at me and i feel really bad! no one is talking to each other, everyone is angry and the family is falling apart!!!

i emailed the coffee company too see if they have any old coffee left in stock so that i could make it up to my stepdad. but i don't have hope, the damage has been done. so yeah. any ideas of how i could make it up to him????

story number 2:

my stemum called me a couple of times yesterday and i didn't reply bc i can't stand her, god forgive me :///

at around 11pm she called be again and i was like okay maybe it's something urgent idk, she didn't text me anything before so maybe it was sth serious. so i decided to reply. and big mistake!

she was drunk. i could literally hear her pouring herself one glass of wine after another. and she was blabbering such nonsense. it was unbearable. the reason she called me was ofc because she wanted something from me. she was looking to buy tickets from brussels to tivat for her friends and wanted me to see if the prices on the swiss version of the website were cheaper. which is a weird thing to ask in the first place plus like imagine negotiating with a drunk person. i was telling her that the tickets she's looking for cost around 500 chf. and she was like "look at easy jet" and i was like "i am on the easy jet website" and then the next moment she'd ask me to go on the easy jet website again and id be like womannnn that's the website ive been on this whole time ive told you a million times.

then she stated going on about how she's angry with me bc she gave me this vip person's number and i never contacted them. she never gave me this number! i scrolled up to see all of our messages from this year and she never sent me anyhting!

anyway, i was already regretting having picked up the phone. and then she started going on about my father and how his own family (sister+mum) betrayed him. and like. he's the problem. he's the reason no one in the family likes him. like you can blame it on exterior factors all you want but he's the problem.

ive been getting a lot of bojack horseman clips in my recommended (should i rewatch it? 💀) and there's one clip where todd is telling bojack that it's not the alcohol, not the trauma, it's YOU. and that's literally how it is with my father. he (moreso his wife) loves to bring up how his family wronged him and cut him out of their lives. but why did they do it, huh? it's YOU.

#may