#i'll go again when my bus is 20 minutes late again

[weird-is-life]

Sorry, i'm late

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: You are late to your first date with Spencer and he misunderstands it as you standing him up

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, mentions of food, use of y/n and pet names

Words: 1k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

It was your first date with Spencer, the cute, a little shy neighbour. You didn't know him long, only since you'd bumped into him one late night.

You were dragging a huge pot for your new plant to your also new apartment and Spencer just came from a case. Somehow, you started a small talk and it went from there.

One day, he gathered enough courage to ask you out and when you didn't immediately respond, he was ready to apologise and run away. But you said yes with a big grin, you liked Spencer a lot, so of course you said yes.

But the date didn't start the way, you thought it would have, like at all. You were late and you felt like crying because of it.

Your car decided not to work just when you went to leave. Then you went to call a taxi, but your phone was fucking dead.

You couldn't drive there, you couldn't call a taxi and most importantly you couldn't even call Spencer to let him know, that you were running late.

You literally ran to the closest bus stop and got on the first bus, which's stop was the nearest to the restaurant, you were supposed to meet at.

You looked worriedly at your watch, you didn't know if you were thankful or not for at least it working, 'cause it showed, that you were 20 minutes late.

Your leg was bouncing as you impatiently waited for the bus to stop. As soon as the door opened, you bolted out of there and sprinted to the restaurant. By the time you got there, your lungs were burning and your side hurt.

You wasted no time to go inside and look for him, but you couldn't find him.

"Umm miss, can i help you with something?" a waiter asked you.

"Yes, my friend made a reservation here? Reid, Spencer Reid?" you questioned, hoping he'd still be there.

"I'll look..." he looked at some paper and you nervously bit your lip,"Ah yes, table six. But i think your friend has already left."

Your face fell, god you felt so stupid for accidently standing him up, " y-you wouldn't happen to know when he left, would you?"

"I think it was around 5 minutes ago."

"Thank you so much..." you stumbled with a frown out of there, mad at yourself. Spencer probably thought you just said yes to make fun of him.

And indeed, he really thought that. Spencer anxious waited for you. The first ten minutes, he still thought you were coming, it was normal for people to be late. But when 10 minutes turned into 25, he gave up.

He really thought, you would come and worse he thought, you actually liked him. A big mistake as it appeared.

He payed for the water, he ordered and went home. The embarrasment was nowhere near as big as the dissapointment, he felt. Swallowing hard, he drove home and slumped on his couch, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

You on the other hand were running (speed walking, 'cause your stamina was gone) through the city again. You couldn't let Spencer think you stood him up, there was no way you'd let that happen.

And to your 'luck' it even started raining. You felt like the biggest fucking joke. You got to your apartment complex in record time. You were soaked to the bone and gasping for air, but still very determined to explain everything to Spencer.

You quickly knocked on his door. You stood there, a water puddle formed under you, while you waited for him to open. He didn't.

You could hear the sounds coming from the inside and you saw his car parked outside, so you knew, he was home.

You tried again, this time calling his name out, too.

You heard a shuffle of stuff and then the door swung open, " Yes?" He asked, avoiding looking at you.

"I'm so-"

"We don't need to do this. I get it, you didn't want to go out, it's okay" he went to close the door, but you put your hand on the door.

"Please y/n, j-just leave" he pleaded quietly. It wasn't the first time, someone played a cruel prank on him.

"B-but i did want to go out with you, i really did," you sighed and he looked at you for the first time, surprised to see you all wet and he clearly didn't believe you.

"I mean it. I was ready to leave, but my car wouldn't start. So I wanted to call you, let you know i was going to be late and then call taxi, but my phone was dead, well still is," you pulled it out of your pocket, finding it also drowned now, " So then i got on the first bus and ran to the restaurant. You weren't there a-and i asked the waiter, he said you left around 5 minutes ago. So I quickly ran here, hoping to explain, "

You didn't even notice, that Spencer started smiling halfway through your explanation as you rambled, looking everywhere but Spencer.

"I was really looking forward to the date, Spencer. I would never stand you up like that "you paced anxiously from one foot to the other, eyes fixed on the floor.

"You ran to the restaurant?" Spencer  asked, astonished and amused.

"Well yeah," you sheepishly admited, "as i said, i was excited about the dinner."

Spencer couldn't stop smiling, he was so relieved to find out, it was just a misuderstanding, " W-would you like to come inside for a pizza?"

"What?" you looked at up in confusion at Spencer and found him softly smiling at you.

"I'm not mad at you, i believe you" he said.

"Really?"

"Yes, so would you like to come over for pizza?"

"Definitely," you said, maybe too quickly, but you didn't really care,"just give me a second. I have to change out of these" you gestured at your soaked clothes.

"Great, i'll leave the door open, yeah? So you can just walk inside" he beamed at you. Spencer was glad, that you said yes to this back up plan.

"Okay, i'll be right back" you sprinted to the elevator with a big smile, making Spencer chuckle at you.

Maybe the date didn't start the way you imagined it would, but the rest of it was better than your expectations.

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[stylesparker]

together again

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: ex-bestfriend!steve, bullying, panic attack, anxiety, mentioned parent death, angst, hurt/comfort, "i've got you"

A/N: sorry this request took so long, but I hope you enjoy anon! Thank you for checking with me first, and I hope this can offer you a little more comfort! <33

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh?" You knock yourself out of your stupor and look at Steve, his eyes gazing gravely at you. His arms are crossed, his hair is all styled up to perfection like always, and you think to yourself- how is it that you've been paired up with Steve Harrington, again, for another stupid project? Why you, of all people?

You definitely have to be cursed.

"You heard me, right?" He confirms. "My house after school?"

You nod, almost rolling your eyes a bit. "Yeah, totally." You huff before you ask, "since when have you been one to get a head start on school work?"

He chuckles, but it sounds more sarcastic than genuine, "Since I needed a good grade in this class to graduate, L/N. I'll see you later." He pushes off the wall, sauntering away in those stupid ass jeans that actually kind of make his ass look good. You shake your head, looking away from the boy and turn to face your locker once more.

As soon as you close it with your backpack over your shoulder, you hear familiar whistles coming towards you down the hallway.

Shit.

You start walking, hoping within an inch of your life these shitheads aren't coming to you, but you know better. A hand clamps over your shoulder, squeezing a little too hard for you to know exactly who it is.

Justin Andrews, the biggest dick in Hawkins.

"Heya, sweetheart, you miss me?" He laughs right into your ear.

"Not exactly."

"Oh, I know you did. Where ya' been? Haven't seen you around all week, was sorta starting to miss this pretty ass." His friends laugh beside him as his hand drifts down your shoulder and smacks your ass, catching you off guard and making you flinch farther from his hold.

"Been sick." That's all you answer, thinking maybe putting him off with short responses will get him to find somebody else, but again, you know better than to think this will be different than any other time before.

"Damn, that's a shame. I'm sure those kids of yours got a nice break from ya' then huh?" You glare at him as he offers a wide-grinned smile, winking at you before leaving you with another smack to the ass as a parting gift. As Justin and his pack of friends depart, you hurry away as fast as you can down the hall and out the doors before they can even think of coming back.

Once you finally get to your car and get inside, you throw your stuff to the passenger seat and take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. There was no way you were going to last period after that, and besides, your youngest little brother needed to be picked up from daycare today anyway. Luckily your other four siblings are a bit older and take the bus now, otherwise you probably would have dropped out at this point. You take another deep breath and drive off in hopes of getting your brother quickly, and home on time so you don't show up late to Steve's.

You do not want to deal with an angry Steve.

...

As the universe would have it, everything was against you today.

First, you almost got hit by some drunk pulling out of the bar halfway to the daycare. Once you got to the daycare, you had to wait half an hour since your brother had a tantrum and didn't want to leave in the middle of snack time. By the time you got him out of there, and into your car in his blue booster seat, it had been another 20 minutes. Usually it's about a 15 minute drive home from the daycare, but it ended up being a half hour due to traffic. After you finally made it home, you got a call from your boss asking you to come in again later tonight to take another extra shift since your shitty co-worker hasn't been showing up for two weeks.

At that point, you were about to lose it. You'd just gotten home and now you had to miss another family dinner tonight, much to your brother's disappointment. You wish you had just a moment to breathe, but everything has been so... chaotic lately, it's like you've been running a marathon for a month straight.

You opened the cabinet to see what food was in there, but it was only half a bag of stale potato chips, and a couple boxes of your sisters' favorite cereal. You sighed, holding your empty stomach. Leftovers tonight would have to suffice.

You took a quick glance at the clock at the wall, but did the world's fastest double take when you saw the time 4:30.

SHIT. You think. Steve is going to murder me.

Thankfully, you hear your mom pull in the driveway so at least you're not leaving your brother home alone. You grab your backpack and bolt out the door with your keys in your hand. You scream a quick goodbye to your mom while she watches you pull out of the driveway like a madman, and take off in a rush.

Fifteen minutes later, you're pulling into Steve's huge driveway, slamming the door behind you, and running up to the door with big huffs to try and catch your breath. You knock on the door three times, and pull your hand back down when you see the door already opening in front of you. When the door is opened, you're confronted by the boy you were dreading to see.

"I'm sorry-" you begin to apologize, but Steve immediately cuts you off.

"Are you serious? I asked you if after school worked and you told me it was fine, and now you're an hour and a half late!"

"Steve-" you try again, but he continues. You stand there, taking in his anger and frustration, and all you can do is blankly stare and nod, not even knowing what you're agreeing with. You shut your eyes and look at the ground, willing the tears to stay back while you twist your fingers in your hands. You don't even know when his voice lost its edge or when it even stopped at all, or when you'd been pulled inside and asked if you were alright. Your eyes are still closed, but your head feels like it's going to explode and you can't hear what he's saying. The tears are streaming down your face before you can help it, and your hands start shaking from how hard you're trying to hold back.

Steve's so taken aback, he can't even speak. He hasn't seen you like this in a long time, not since your dad died and you practically became a parent to your siblings. His heart breaks a little bit at the sight of you, and he feels a part of his old self coming back, wanting to comfort you and protect you just like he did growing up. Just like he's done his whole life, apart from the entirety of this year. He doesn't even care he's supposed to hate you and you're supposed to hate him in this moment, all he knows is that he's the only person that can help you right now, and he's going to do just that.

Steve's face loses its concern and he jumps into protective mode, bringing his hands up to hold either side of your face to get you to look at him.

"Sweetheart, I need you to calm down for me, yeah? What's going on, talk to me."

You stubbornly shake your head and refuse to look up at him. Your chest is still heaving rapidly, and he can tell you can't catch your breath.

"Don't be stubborn right now, I can't help you if you don't let me and you need to let me help you. I can't have you passing out on my floor now can I?" He tries to joke, but you don't get distracted, you keep your eyes down even though they've opened. He sighs, dropping one of his hands to grab yours and place them over his chest. "Slow down, take a deep breath, love."

"I-I can't-" you sputter out to the best of your ability, letting your hand ball his shirt up into a fist.

"Yes, you can. Take a good deep breath," you listen to him momentarily, following what he's doing, and when you do he nods and gives you a nice, soft smile, "there ya go, love, you got it. Do it again."

Seeing him be like this for you again brings you back to all those times you've needed him before, the memories almost came flooding back when you heard his loud voice turn soothing in an instant, just for you. His touch had always been grounding, always took off the pressure and allowed you to come back down, and you hadn't expected it to be the same after so much time apart, but now, it's like nothing changed. He's still Steve- he's still your Steve.

That thought alone comforts you more than anything else.

"Steve-" you whisper softly, "I'm so- sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Sweetheart, don't-"

"No, I have to. I've been horrible to you, and now you're helping me- I just-" you drop your head on his chest, and finally tell him everything. "I feel like I've just been going and going non-stop, and today was it, it was my absolute breaking point. After you, and Justin-"

"Justin? Are you- Are you serious? Is he still giving you shit?"

You gulp, "yeah," but you shake your head quickly, "but he's not even the worst thing, I just... ugh," you stop yourself before you start crying again but Steve feels like he knows.

"When's the last time you got some sleep?"

"I don't know.. a couple days ago?"

"Oh my god," he drops his head back and groans, which actually makes you laugh a bit. He immediately looks down at you, realizing the talking stopped you from panicking, or at least distracted you from it. "Hey," he nudged you a bit, getting you to look up at him, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't of yelled at you, and I definitely shouldn't have left you that night-"

"That's not your fault, Steve. I pushed you away."

"Yeah, and I shouldn't have let you."

You look at each other for a moment, like, really look at each other. It's been so long since you've been able to hold each other like this, it almost doesn't feel real.

"C'mon, let's get you something to eat."

"It's fine-" you start, before he cuts you off again.

"No, shut up. If you haven't been sleeping, you definitely haven't been eating either, so let's go." He left no room for debate, so you just took his hand and followed him, letting him lead you through his house.

He gives you a couple of your favorite snacks, since he didn't have any sort of meals yet, but you seemed very content, so he thought it was better than nothing. He let you take your time, rubbed your back while you told him about the rest of your shitty day, and grabbed your hand again when he started up the stairs to his room.

"What about the project?" You asked.

"That can wait. You need some sleep first."

"Steve-"

He shook his head, "Nope. Not happening."

At last, you gave up and followed his lead again, which, as much as you'd hate to admit it, it felt nice letting someone else lead you around for a change instead of the other way around. For so long, it's been you taking charge and always bossing your siblings around, but it feels relieving to have Steve with you again to remind you it didn't always have to be that way.

You pulled back the covers in his bed and laid down, not even having to ask for Steve to join you, him already doing the same on the other side. Almost as if no time had passed, you curled up against one another, resting your head on his chest, and his arms wrapping around you to pull you close.

"Go to sleep. I've got you."

His hands rub gentle circles on your back, soothing you and releasing the tension from your body as you slowly relax enough to fall asleep. You fight to keep your eyes open as long as you can, savoring this moment with him, almost as if he won't be here when you wake up.

"Don't worry, I'll be here."

Those words pull at your heartstrings, making you hold him tighter and bury yourself into him deeper, if you even can. Knowing that you're together again has you finally closing your eyes, and falling into a peaceful sleep.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #stranger things

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Needed Cuddles

You feel uncomfortable on the full bus at night, but your friends are there to take care of you. They need you just as much though.

Lee Minho/ Lee Know; Hwang Hyunjin, reader

Late night conversation and comfort, walking together, care and comfort, suggestive jokes, friendship

wc: 1716

It wasn't the first time you had to be on the train during the late hours of the day. Normally, the darkness didn't scare you, but it was a completely different story when you were surrounded by masses of people that you didn't know, that you haven't even seen before. On top of that, today's train got cancelled and you had to take the substituting bus. Therefore, the route was another factor of unfamiliarity.

After contemplating for good 20 minutes wether you should call Minho or not, you gave in, because your silent tears that made their way down your cheeks were a significant indicator for highly needed comfort.

'Hello?', sounded from your phone, followed by some audible steps and a final flop onto the sofa, you assumed.

'Hi', you whispered, because on one hand you didn't want to disturb the other passengers, and on the other hand you didn't trust your voice to not immediately tremble.

'You okay?', Minho asked without hesitation, his voice worried.

'Yes, it's just...', you trailed off and tried to find words that didn't feel totally silly.

You're an adult. For god's sake, you should be able to get home from work without crying.

to your friend about it.

'Breathe', Minho instructed, well aware of your habit to unvoluntarily hold your breath.

You felt better right away. Breathing helped, but so did hearing his voice.

'I'm on the bus', you managed to tell him and he hummed, waiting for you to continue.

'It's full here and dark. I got a seat, but I can't see much. It's dark', you stammered and fixated some lights in the distance.

'How long do you have to be on the bus?', he asked and you checked the app.

'One hour', you mumbled and hated everything about the situation you found yourself in.

'Keep breathing. Can you count the number of lights you see in the next five minutes? Say the numbers out loud to me, yeah? Can you do that?', he requested and you nodded, but then you remembered he wasn't here and couldn't see you, so you quickly added a hushed 'yes'.

'What's you favorite colour?', he suddenly asked and you responded, 'Red?', in confusion.

There were some street lanterns, so you counted, 'one , two, three, four, five'.

Minho didn't give you a break and asked:'Ass or tits?'

You chuckled, because you were too shy to burst out in laughter. You were in public after all.

'What?', you asked, now ultimately confused.

'Do you. Prefer. My ass. Or my tits', he repeated slower and overly pronounced.

'Hmmm. That's a tough question', you announced and added the numbers six to eleven on the lights list.

'Come on. Feel free to sexualize me. You won't get the chance too often', he chuckled and you wished you were at home already. His laugh sounded even prettier in person.

'That's a very limited amount of options. I can't choose!', you exclaimed and focoused on your breath a bit more again.

'Okayy. Then, do you prefer cuddling with Hyunjin or me?', he switched the question.

'Hey. Don't do that', you whispered and really strongly wished you were home.

'Lights?', he asked and you answered by saying 'thirteen'.

'He doesn't have a chance against me, right?', he added and you could vividly imagine his grin.

'Actually, I'd rank him higher than you', you joked.

'Ouch. Well, okay. No cuddles for you once you're home. And I was looking forward to holding and consoling you the whole night, but, oh well...', he sighed dramatically.

'I'll just go to Hyunjin's room then', you provoked further.

'You didn't call Hyunjin but me tho', he said seriously and you have to give him that point, but only because you didn't want to disturb Hyunjin in his evening's art routine.

'You also can't choose between his ass and tits, because they are basically nonexistent, making me a better cuddling partner. Choose wisely, dear idiot' Minho added and his time was funnily philosophical, as if he would spread holy wisdom.

All he achieved was making you smile at the ridiculousy. You felt lighter than before the call and added two more lights to the list.

Fifteen was the final number after the given time frame of five minutes and after another check-in about your current state and the assurance that you felt better, Minho started talking about his day, telling you many details down to the fur pattern of every cat he saw in the streets.

The bus stopped at the final destination and you got off happily. The people around you spread into various directions and when you finally got a clear view onto your path that leads home, you were paralysed in surprise due to the unexpected visitor that was smiling at you.

'Minho! When did you go to Hyunjin?', you almost screamed into the phone and were only met with Minho's evil laughter.

'There is this thing called texting and it works while being on a phone call, you dumbass', he explained and hung up with no further comment.

Hyunjin stepped in front of you, snatched your bag away and pulled you into a hug. His hair was pushed back with a hairband and there was some dried paint on his neck and when he pulled away, you found some more spots on his hands.

'I didn't want to disturb you', you mumbled, guilt rising, because he was outside at night instead of having a cozy painting session.

'You didn't. It was Minho', he responded and giggled, pulling your bag over his shoulder.

'Sorry', you apologised anyway and nodded into the direction you had to walk to.

Hyunjin just nodded, took your hand and tucked you closer next to him while you two started walking.

You were freezing by the time you finally entered the appartment complex and you were sure it was rather due to your tiredness than the cold evening air. Hyunjin knocked on the apartment's door and Minho opened, looking bored, almost annoyed.

'Good evening', Hyunjin chirped and put on an extra cheerful and energized character to annoy Minho who was clearly tired and impatient at this late hour.

'Go lick some more paint', Minho mumbled, but contrary to his words, patted Hyunjin's shoulder in a friendly manner and smiled at him, nonverbally thanking him.

Hyunjin just shook his head and gave you a quick goodbye hug and handed you your bag.

Stepping into the dorm was the best feeling you could have imagined this evening. You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but actually, you were to tired to give into even one of those impulses.

Minho trailed off into the kitchen and you went to take a shower. There was a cup of ramen and a glass of water on the living room table once you returned, originally because you wanted to go to bed. However, Minho called you and told you to eat.

'You need energy after today's stress', he reminded you and watched you until you finished everything he put in front of you. He vanished and returned with freshly cut peaches once and another time with some chocolate, because according to him, chocolote was necessary to finish an overwhelming day. Of course, you didn't dare to disagree.

With freshly brushed teeth you finally made your way to your room and layed down, quickly texting Minho and Hyunjin messages to express how thankful you were for them being there for you this evening and then in no time sleep took over your tired mind and body.

You woke up at the sound of someone knocking on your door and when it cracked open slightly, the light from the living room entered.

'What?', you groaned and got Minho's chuckle as an response.

'Did I wake you?', he then proceeded to ask and you told him that, yes, this was the fucking case.

'Just wanted to say that you did well today', he mumbled and you, still half asleep and barely registering his words, nodded.

'Okay. What do you want?', you grumbled, honestly pissed that he woke you up.

'I promised you cuddles', he said cutely and you hated it, but laughed after all.

'You big baby. Be honest, do you want some cuddles?', you asked, fully aware of his enjoyment of regular cuddle sessions that he always claimed to just be kinda okay with and is mainly doing them, because you or the others needed them.

'Nah, I don't. Just thought you wanted', he huffed and was about to close the door again, but you hurried out of bed and held onto the door. The blanked was halfly wrapped around one leg, luckily didn't cause you to stumble, and you noticed that you were still holding onto one plushie. You laughed at this observation and Minho eyed you up and down and laughed as well.

'You're embaressing', he joked and patted the plushie in your arm.

'So are you. Just for the record, you would be trapped in my arms just like this little furball here, when I'd have to get up while we cuddled', you said, nodding down.

Minho pulled the plushie away from you.

'You'd let someone pull me away that easily too?', he questioned.

'If it was someone I trust, then yes', you explained and saw Minho's eyes widen.

Absently, he handed you back plushie.

'Can we now cuddle? I'm too tired to make you ask for them yourself', you whined and went back to bed.

Minho closed the door and followed you. He freed you from the blanket trap and tucked you in, before he pulled you into his frame, holding you close.

'You did well today too, Minho', you mumbled against him and buched his bangs out of his eyes.

'Thanks. Are you okay now?'.

He pulled the blanket over himself and you pushed the pillow further under his head. He dropped into it with a content sigh.

'I'm okay. I'm so tired, I'll be gone in two seconds', you announced and Minho hummed in recognition.

'I needed those cuddles today as well', he whispered, but you were already back asleep, the plushie squeezed between you two and one arm thrown around Minho's waist, pinning him comfortably close to you for the next few hours.

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As a person with chronic adhd paralysis and time blindness, the idea of being late/missing stuff *haunts* me, because I do think it’s rude. I’m late to shit all the goddamn time, and at this point I’ve started calling myself “consistently inconsistent” because it’s such a problem. One of my worst memories is from a time I was trying to rekindle a friendship with someone and made plans with her, and then woke up the day of 2 HOURS after I was supposed to meet her to a voicemail from her asking where I was. Never saw her again. It’d be really nice if I figured out how to transform all my anxiety about being late into *not* being late

ow ooff

a few weeks ago i was late to a hospital appointment because i somehow had it in my head that my appointment was at 4:45 when it was at 4:25 (probably because 4:25 is a stupid time) and only noticed my mistake when i left to get a bus at 3:55

i IMMEDIATELY called them to try and let them know but it took me half an hour to get them on the phone (nobody seemed to be able to transfer me to the right floor and i went in phone circles for ages) like by the time i got anyone helpful i was 1 min away from being late

i felt so bad about it (and also a bit silly) like. i misread the time please don't make me reschedule if the person after me is there just let them go ahead of me i'll be like 20 minutes late.

when i got there they were like "honestly at least you called. there are people who live literally on the same street as the hospital who turn up an hour late and don't even bother saying anything" like. were you raised in a barn.

#official policy is to reschedule if you're more than 10 min late #but i'd waited about 6 months for the appointment #and they're always running like an hour behind anyway #so it's like. please if by some miracle you get to me befpre i'm there just move me one person back in the queue #anyway because i BOTHERED CALLING THEM they were okay with it

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Tw: maths sucks lol , reader freaking out over finals

Yves is a magnificent mathematician. He has a doctorate degree in his excelled academic field to prove it.

He could solve complex equations with more than five variables all in his head. He knows how to square root a non-square without a calculator. Yves is a walking, living, talking machine that can process mathematical problems at the speed of light. He needs to, if he wanted to predict the future as best as he could.

He knew this would happen. You showed up at his doorstep when the skies were pitch dark and so clear that you could see the stars twinkling above. You showed up at 2AM. Yves spent an hour secretly watching you take the bus and walk endlessly to his place, through various surveillance cameras. He released a sigh of relief when you entered his property safe and sound. Yves wished that you would have called him instead, he would have driven to your dorm and helped you. It would have taken him 20 minutes to get there.

You were drenched, because it suddenly started raining when you had to come here by foot, because the wealthy didn't like bus stops installed anywhere near their neighborhood. He found you hyperventilating, panicking and hysterically crying.

He pulls you in and cupped your right eye, spreading warmth over your sockets and strangely enough, making you feel... at ease. You calmed down almost immediately, confused as to what he did. So you asked him about it.

"It's a trick. Use it when it becomes noisy up here." He tapped your head.

Before you could explain yourself, he guided you towards the bathroom. He said the world can wait, you have to take a bath and dry up. Yves prepared a set of his clothes for you to wear, choosing not to remind you that you left spares of your own at his place.

You started freaking out again, exclaiming you have no time and you should have sought help from him earlier, verbally putting yourself down.

Yves covered your right eye again mid-sentence. Your brain was silent once more. What did he do?

With no reason at the moment to panic, you became speechless. Baffled that he could easily take the pain away in seconds. He slowly pried his hand away from your face and held your cheeks with both hands. It felt nice and tender, his thumb wiped the tears and rainwater away from your eyes.

"Go freshen up." He whispered. "I'll be waiting in my office." He assured, giving you a kiss on the forehead. Yves gave you privacy, shutting the door behind him.

He picked up your soaking wet bag, frowning at your ruined notes and other pieces of paper inside it. The rainwater is making a mess of his marble floors, he pulled out a plastic tub nearby, knowing that this would happen. Yves transferred it into the tub and began removing the items inside.

Your calculator is especially damaged. It wouldn't even turn on.

Yves brought everything with him to his office.

-

You came out of the steaming shower fresh and renewed. You love it here, everything feels really nice in Yves's home. You never shiver or sweat, it's quiet but not to the point you can hear your heartbeat and it smells nice too. The lights don't hurt your eyes and it's bright enough to see everything in detail. You took a deep breath, your lungs are at an all time clear when you come here. It really feels like a home. How does he do it?

You knocked on his door twice before entering. Yves is on his desk, reading the papers you brought. The ink has been muddled together and almost illegible, but he could make the numbers and words out just fine. He adjusted his rectangular framed glasses as he looked up at you. He always looked so handsome in those. But also menacing.

You started stammering, apologizing profusely for coming in so late (early in the morning?). You apologized for rudely brushing off the tutoring help he offered time and time again for the past few months. You obviously need it now.

"The trick."

You expressed a very audible 'what'? Yves brought his hand to his eye. You mirrored him then you felt a sense of peace wash over you.

He beckoned you to come to him. So you did, he remained seated in his chair while you stood right in front of him. His knees touching your thighs. Yves wordlessly slid his hands under the oversized shirt of his that you're wearing, letting his fingertips graze over your sides. It was ticklish, but pleasant. You felt... important enough for him to check on you like this.

He retracted his hands, gently held your chin in one and grasped your arm in another. He took his time examining your face.

"Have you been eating?" He knows you haven't. You would have starved to death if he didn't take the initiative to make your meals. Even that wasn't a foolproof plan, he would see you forgetting to eat at times. But you nodded.

"Have you been sleeping?" You're averaging 2 hours of sleep a day. Even if he saw you laying still on your bed, his sleep tracker he has on you and your eyebags said otherwise. You nodded.

You're lying. But there wasn't any point telling you that now.

He slid his hand down to your other arm. Lovingly rubbing them up and down as he asked you what he could do for you. He knows exactly what you need help with. But it wasn't nice to 'assume'.

You told him you needed his help teaching you everything you learned since the beginning of the year. You couldn't get anything at all and you let it fester. You only have two more days to cram 10 months worth of content.

As you speak, tears started welling up in your eyes again, your blood pressure is spiking and you tried removing your arms from his grip. Yves suddenly yanked you into his lap, constricting you in a warm embrace. You whined and ranted while he ran his fingers through your mildly matted hair.

It felt soothing, it felt safe. It felt like home.

Yves lets you tire yourself out, his other hand rhythmically patting your back. Eventually, you cease all movements and start to snore.

He carefully lifts you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style before getting up on his feet. Yves carried you all the way upstairs to his bedroom, where he laid you on the fluffiest pillows you ever felt. He tucks you in and brushes your hair away from your face. You poor thing. Still stressed in your sleep, he wiped away a stray tear.

Yves joined you in bed, propping his head up and resting a protective arm over your blanketed form. He watches you for a while.

-

You were awoken by a nightmare. Naturally, about failing your exams.

You're in his room. But he isn't in it. Yves must be downstairs keeping things in order. Then, the memories of why you came here in the first place came rushing back. You need to get some revision done.

You rushed out of the door only to body slam into Yves. He caught you before you fall.

Before you could peep a word, he hushed you. "Follow my count, breathe in."

You took a deep, long breath, watching his fingers uncurl from his fist.

"Hold." He counted to seven.

"Exhale." You released a shaky breath. Yves did this with you a few more times until he felt the pulse on your wrist slow down.

"Good morning." He greeted you with a smile. "How is my beloved feeling today?" He asked, playfully tickling under your chin. You stifled a giggle to tell him you have no time to waste. You need to start your revision as soon as possible. You demanded that he help you now.

He abruptly dropped his affectionate demeanor, stood up straight and stared you down. Eyes cold and face steely. Yves isn't pleased with how you talked to him.

You got the hint and stammered an apology. Backtracking and rephrasing your impolite words, thanking him for taking you in earlier today.

His expression softened, Yves wrapped an arm around your waist and urged you downstairs. Yves told you that he is preparing breakfast downstairs, you wouldn't be able to focus effectively if you run on an empty stomach.

"I'll meet you in my office." He kissed the top of your head as he gestured to you to use the bathroom.

-

Yves watched you with pity, he has his arms crossed, standing tall next to you. Peering over your hunched shoulders.

Your finals are in a few days, and you're sobbing over... quadratics out of all things. He knew you were struggling with your degree, you kept telling him that you're fine but your assignment grades and the hidden cameras showed otherwise.

He picks up the empty plates from the desk and sets them aside elsewhere, giving you more space to work with.

He turned his head to you when you called for him. You needed help with a question that you thought you could solve, but it is only worth a mark and you spent an hour on it. He put on his reading glasses and took a few seconds to read it.

Without judgement, without anger and without condescension, Yves began explaining skillfully. Using analogies he knows you would understand, at a pace where you could keep up. You listen attentively and have everything retained in your memory.

Yves is an excellent teacher. He is patient and most importantly, kind. Unlike many, he remembers how it is like learning about something for the first time, he remembers how lost and confused a person can feel. He emphasizes with you and does everything he can to help. Yves doesn't feel frustrated that you couldn't get it after the fourth, fifth or even twentieth time. He just glances to the side to make sure his cameras are recording, this is valuable data.

If you can't understand through one way of teaching, he will switch to another. Through trial and error, he finds a method that consistently allows you to grasp the concepts well.

Yves would handwrite custom revision exercises for you to do. While you're occupied with a sheet, he would sit on the couch, marking the ones you already finished.

At first, there were a lot of crosses, arrows and red circles. However, as you practice more and more, they turn into check marks, "well done" and "Very good".

Yves handed you your last worksheet and he wrote a "100%, Excellent" on the top of it. He glanced at the stack of marked papers right next to him, it has gotten quite tall. You're overjoyed and relieved, finally getting the hang of your course. You knew you could always count on Yves to help you through your studies.

And to feed you. And to clean you. And to shelter you...

So you thought it would be right to repay him with a kiss. He accepted it and gave you a couple back, chuckling as he ruffled your hair. You let his silky strands brush against your cheek.

He mumbled in your neck how proud he is of you. Yves expressed his appreciation towards your resilience and hard work, stating that he couldn't have done it without your willingness to study. It was lovely having someone recognize your efforts too.

Yves told you that he needs to log on and work for today. He tells you to take a break, because you deserve it and it isn't productive to keep working when you're exhausted. You're only going to make a lot more mistakes by doing so.

You believed him, partly because you think he is the smartest person you ever met. And partly because you're sick of studying too, you would very much rather do something else.

You have him one last hug before bolting out of his office.

Yves checked the cameras to confirm that you're out of earshot before switching his phone on.

He dialed a phone number that he already knows by heart. Yves brought his phone up to his ear and politely greeted your professor on the other side of the line, he didn't mince his words and brought up a five digit figure. His tutoring isn't going to be enough.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Just tell them (USWNT x Reader)

This isn't that great, but I have covid again and this is keeping me entertained. Enjoy :)

Words: 1.6K

Swing, swing, swing

It was hypnotising. The swinging and bouncing of the ponytails as the girls ran around the field. There had been many things in the past that I had hyper-fixated on. This just happened to be the weirdest one yet. I don't know what is was. It was attractive, but more likely it was the repetitive motion of it. All I knew was it was embarrassing. Not just this particular hyper-fixation, I found all of them embarrassing. I found my inability to focus, my inability to sit still and my hyperactivity embarrassing. No one on the team knew about my ADHD and I planned on keeping it that way. 

They didn't need the burden of knowing. The burden of knowing how difficult it was for me to stop myself from bouncing off the walls, to concentrate on what's going on and to actually remember stuff. They could keep thinking I was highly organised by putting every little thing in my calendar or someone who was just quiet. I put on a show as the quiet one who preferred listening to music and going to the gym constantly. When in reality is was all I could do to control the hyper-activeness and not annoy them.

"She's too old for you," Kelley stated as she sat down next to me.

I jumped, forcing my gaze away from Alex's ponytail and to her, "What?"

"You've been staring at Alex for the past 20 minutes. She's 33, you're 24. That's too old for you and she has a husband and kid."

"I wasn't staring at her, I just zoned out."

"Sure, you've been doing that a lot recently. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just tired." It was true. After moving in with my girlfriend, I wasn't used to sleeping alone, therefore I hadn't been sleeping well this camp. All my ADHD symptoms got worse when I was tired, especially the inability to focus and zoning out. Kelley looked less then convinced, but let it go when we were all called back to the field.

Later that night I was cuddled up in bed completely exhausted. Tierna was out with some of the girls and wouldn't be back until later so I took the opportunity to facetime my girlfriend, Ally. A smile appeared instantly when I saw her sitting on our bed, in her pajamas, hair in a messy bun with paper and books surrounding her. 

Hi love, you look busy.

Hey baby. Just some work I need to finish. Are you okay? You look tired.

No one ever warns you how hard it is to sleep alone after you move in with someone. You should be at your desk, you're going to hurt your back.

Tell me about it. That shit should come with a warning label or something. I was at my desk, but it got uncomfortable. 

I couldn't help, but laugh at her attempt to cheer me up, I love you, did you manage to get time off to come to the game this weekend?

She frowned, shifting slightly and I knew the answer without her saying anything. It was disappointing, but not unexpected. I'm sorry. I really tried baby.

It's okay my love, I understand. It was a long shot to begin with. You'll be watching right?

Always. You should get some sleep Y/n. I'll stay on the phone talking my nonsense until you fall asleep, just like at home. I love you.

I love you too

---

So I may have forgotten to take my meds this morning. By time I realised, it was to late and we were already on our way to the stadium. Game days were the best and worst days to forget. When I was on the field, everything washed away, I was able to focus completely on the game. The problem was before the game when nerves were at an all time high. It was hard to control the nerves when I took my meds, but almost impossible without them. I had my music all the way up, leg bouncing like crazy, trying to suppress some of the desire to scream.

Once we got off the bus things only got worse. My mind was a mess, my energy was bubbling over. I jumped up and down, shaking my arms in attempt to release some of the energy.

Christen pat my shoulder, "You'll do great, don't worry."

"Thanks, I'm going to go for a little walk, calm my nerves a little bit."

"Don't be late back."

After walking around a bit, I pulled out my phone to call the one person I knew could calm me down. Except she didn't answer. I slapped my hands against the wall a few times, stopping when I heard my phone ding.

Ally: Sorry baby, can't answer right now. I love you, you'll kick ass.

I sighed, firing off a quick reply before heading to the field, thinking maybe a warm up will calm my brain. It worked until the few minutes before the game started. I was checking my phone for a good luck text from Ally while pacing and jumping around. 

Ally: You didn't take your meds did you? Just breathe, focus on the game, you've got this

Y/n: How did you know?

Ally: Look behind you

I turned around to find Ally standing in the stands just behind the bench. Just seeing her, calmed my brain slightly. She blew me a kiss, making me smile widely. I couldn't believe she was actually here. A couple of the girls blocked my view. Turning to try and find who I was looking at. I had only been part of the team for a couple of months so they didn't know about Ally yet. There was a lot of things I hadn't told them. I had been too busy trying to be someone else so I wasn't a burden.

"Who's got you smiling like a fool?"

"Thank you love."

"Someone. You may get to meet them later, but for now, let's kick some ass."

---

After the win, we were having celebrations in the locker room. I quietly slipped out to find Ally. It didn't take long, she was standing by the door to the stadium. My arms quickly wrapped around her waist, relaxing into her. My mind going quiet for the first time all camp. Ally kissed my head, holding me tighter, "I'm so proud of you Y/n/n. You did amazing."

"Do I get to meet your team?"

"You want to?"

"Of course I do, if you want me to that is."

I pulled away, opening the door, "Come on. Just a warning, they can be a little crazy at times especially after a win."

Ally shrugged, following after me, "I live with you, I think I can handle it."

"Oh no baby, they are at least 10x worse then me."

All the attention turned to the door as we walked in, "This is my girlfriend Ally, and guess what Kelley? She's older than me."

Kelley faked shock, hand resting over her heart, "You're dating an older woman? Scandalous."

Ally pouted, "I'm only 2 years older."

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, placing a kiss on her temple, "Still older babe."

"So how long have you two been together?"

"Let's see if you can remember this one babe," Ally smirked putting emphasis on babe.

I smirked back, "1,460.97 Days or 208.71 Weeks or 4 years. Give or take a week."

"How did you remember that?"

"I remembered from our anniversary last week. It took a long time to memorise them for that, but then it stuck."

She nuzzled her nose against the spot just below my ear before whispering, "I love you."

"Only every now and then."

"I love you too."

As celebrations continued, Ally pulled me away slightly, speaking quietly, "How often have you forgotten to take your meds?"

Alyssa looked at me, concern written all over her face, "What meds?"

"Just vitamins."

The girls moved to stand closer, Ashlyn being the one to speak up, "Bullshit, she wouldn't be looking so serious if it was vitamins."

I knew they could be protective, but this wasn't the reaction I was expecting, "It's nothing."

Ally rest her hand on my back, giving me an apologetic look, but spoke up anyway, "Babe, you should just tell them."

"I don't want to burden them with my problems."

My face was cupped and forced to look at Ally. She looked sad, I hated it, "Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, you are not a burden. Having ADHD does not make you a burden. Do you understand that? Or do I have to tell you again and again until you do? You. Are. Not. A. Burden."

Before I could respond, Alex spoke up, "You have ADHD?"

Ally looked apologetic again. I wasn't mad at her for it coming out. She was just looking out for me and it was sort of a relief not to have to hide it anymore, "Uh yeah."

"That doesn't make you a burden, why would it?" Ali asked, expression sincere.

"It did to my parents. I was too much, too hyperactive, not focused enough."

"All it means is now you have us making sure you take your meds. Maybe you can stop being so quiet and withdrawn? We've noticed you want to join in or say more, but you always hesitate. Something tells me that's not who you are."

"Trust me, it's not. She's goofy, talkative, funny, Don't let that go to your head, you're only funny sometimes."

"Rude."

"You love me."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

Ally's lips ghosted over mine, slight smirk appearing, "Oh, playing hard to get now?"

My lips just barely brushed hers, a shaky breath fanning over mine, "Isn't that why you fell in love with me?"

"One of many yes, bu-"

Kelley groaned, "You guys are cute and all, but this is just getting gross."

"Sorry."

Ally lent up to whisper in my ear again, "I got a hotel room for us."

I smiled, excitement rising at having her to myself, "T, I won't be back to the room tonight."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #woso x reader

[kei4hoon]

a rainy coincidence ♡

summary ☆

on a rainy day, a stranger selflessly lends heeseung her umbrella, igniting a spark that sets the stage for a blossoming romance.

pairing ☆ stranger!heeseung x fem!reader

genre ☆ fluff :)

wc ☆ 2.6k

a/n ☆ this is my first fic! i hope u guys like it <3

a chilly gust of the morning air greets heeseung as he steps outside his quaint apartment building in a padded jacket and black sweatpants. the day is still early in seoul, yet heeseung is already 7 minutes late for his dance practice with jake. 

with each stride toward the bus stop from his apartment building, heeseung's figure trembles in the chilly air, a visible sign of the frigid climate. fumbling with his duffle bag, he hastily stuffs his belongings inside, a sense of urgency driving his actions.

a tiny droplet of rain falls onto the tip of his nose, prompting him to halt on the walkway and tilt his head up towards the sky. the looming grey clouds that are rapidly rolling in look daunting, and heeseung contemplates whether he should go back to his apartment to fetch an umbrella. upon more consideration, he decides against the idea, certain that he would make it to the dance studio just in time before the rain starts pouring. 

as soon as he reaches the bus stop, he fishes his phone out of his pocket. he taps out a concise message to jake, expressing a sincere apology for his delayed arrival and assuring him that he will be arriving in approximately 20 minutes. 

at rush hour, the bus stop is bustling with people clad in office attire, eager to begin their day and get it done and over with. they clutch onto briefcases and bags, carrying with them a sense of anticipation and urgency. some engage in hushed conversation, and some remain engrossed in their own thoughts, tapping their feet, and glancing down at their watches or phones. 

time seems to be going slower than usual as he waits for his bus. occasionally, he finds himself glancing down the road in hopes of catching a glimpse of the approaching bus. minutes feel like an eternity, and a sense of frustration begins to well up within him.

to add to his growing impatience, the rain, once a gentle sprinkle, has transformed into a steady downpour. the pitter-patter of raindrops against the shelter can be heard, and those who were not fortunate enough to find refuge under the bus shelter hastily unfurl their umbrellas, seeking protection from the rain.

by now, heeseung regrets his decision earlier in the morning.

within a few minutes, the long-awaited bus finally arrives, eliciting a collective sense of anticipation among the waiting crowd. heeseung steps in and finds a seat at the very front. as he settles into his seat, he instinctively turns his head towards the window to the right of him. 

through the glass pane, he watches the sheets of rain blanketing the city of seoul. heeseung's gaze remains fixed on the beautiful scene, captivated by the beauty that the rain has bestowed upon the city that never sleeps.

amidst the soothing sound of rainfall, heeseung's attention is momentarily diverted by a subtle vibration in his pocket. with nimble fingers, he reaches into his padded jacket and retrieves his phone, curious to see the source of the notification.

ikeu: all good, out getting coffee with sunghoon rn

ikeu: don't rush i'll be out for a few

relief sets in as heeseung reads the messages from jake, sending a quick thumbs-up emoji before turning off his phone and placing it in his pocket once again. as the bus comes to a halt at another stop, heeseung turns his gaze to the window and huffs out a disgruntled sigh when he notices just how heavy the rain has become.

he still has another 10-minute walk from the bus stop to his company building—a walk he's definitely not looking forward to, given that he doesn't have an umbrella with him.

eventually, the bus stops at his destination and he gathers his belongings before thanking the driver, stepping off the bus. he considers waiting at the bus shelter for the rain to subside, but it doesn't seem like it will be stopping anytime soon. 

the black-haired boy zips up the pocket of his padded jacket containing his phone and grips his duffle bag tighter, preparing his descent into the freezing temperature of the heavy downfall. inevitably, heeseung steps out of the cosy shelter of the bus stop, the rain drenching him within moments as he sprints to the nearest place to seek cover from it, eventually stopping in front of a closed cafe on the side of a busy street. 

seeking refuge at the entrance of the cafe, heeseung shivers thanks to his soaked figure and sighs in defeat before running down the open street, sticking close to the buildings that can provide him with some cover from the torrential downpour. 

too engrossed in looking for places to hide from the rain, heeseung fails to notice the girl he swiftly sprints past. she shouts in concern at him. startled, he abruptly turns, hand over his head in a feeble attempt to shield himself from the rain. he watches in bewilderment as you run towards him with an umbrella over your head. it's exactly what he needs in this moment of crisis. 

when you finally reach him, you position the umbrella over both you and him, looking up at him with a worried look. despite not having met you in his life before, heeseung's heart starts thundering in his chest at the kind gesture. 

"do you need an umbrella? where are you heading?" you question him, looking up at him with genuine concern plastered all over your face, wondering why this man is running down the streets of seoul so early in the morning without an umbrella amid the pouring rain. 

heeseung's mouth falls open in awe, flustered by the sudden gesture and how beautiful this stranger seems to look in a plain black hoodie and a pair of leggings, your hair neatly styled and your face bare of any makeup. his eyes drop to the tote bag slung over your shoulder before he swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head, strangely nervous in your presence.

"no i'm... uh, just heading to a building nearby, you don't need to lend me an umbrella." he rejects your offer politely with a small smile and a bow, ready to walk away. heeseung's heart seems to scream at him for doing so, silently yearning for the company of this captivatingly thoughtful stranger. 

you hope that your gesture doesn't make him uncomfortable, but it's clear that he's in desperate need of assistance. determined to help, you speak up, "nearby? i'll walk you" you smile at him before motioning for him to keep walking, "i don't have anything to do anyway, the least i can do is help someone from getting sick." 

you watch his face intently, hoping for a sign that he's comfortable with your company for the remainder of the walk. to your relief, a wide smile spreads across his face, lifting any lingering doubt.

"thank you, sorry for the inconvenience, my stop's just a 5-minute walk from here." heeseung can't help the smile that unknowingly creeps up on his face.

the close proximity of your bodies causes heeseung's ears to flush a deep shade of red. you're so close to him that he can practically feel the heat radiating off of your body. he takes a mental note of how your eyes crinkle when you smile and the cute beauty marks that speckle your face. 

a wave of self-consciousness washes over heeseung as he runs a hand through his drenched locks, suddenly feeling insecure about his hastily put-together attire and damp, unstyled hair that is yet to be brushed today. he attempts to fix his hair as best he can, striving to look more presentable in front of you. 

"great, where are you off to?" you raise the umbrella a little higher, clearly struggling to reach the man's height. heeseung notices your arm nearly fully extended and quickly reaches for the shaft of the umbrella, not wanting to touch your hand holding the handle and create an awkward moment for both of you. "here, i'll hold it, yeah?"

you nod at him and let go of the curved handle, allowing him to hold it for the both of you. the faint blush on your cheeks is evident enough that you're flustered because of the action, so you avert your gaze to the left of you, where the line of cars remains stationary, awaiting the green light.

"i'm just heading to a dance practice with my friend." heeseung avoids mentioning the fact that he's already running late, purposely keeping it to himself so he doesn't have to cut this encounter short too soon.  

he briefly thinks about jake, more so the potential repercussion if he is to arrive excessively behind schedule. but the idea of being able to spend more time in your company far outweighs the troubling thoughts swirling in his mind. for him, the opportunity to bask in this shared experience is far more significant than the potential consequences he may face later on.

"and is there a particular reason why you aren't carrying an umbrella in this weather? or..." you turn to look up at him again, deliberately drawing out your words as you wait for him to reply.

"nah, i was just too lazy to walk 10 steps back to my apartment to get an umbrella after i'd left," he stops mid-sentence to turn his head towards the ground when he hears you chuckle. "to be fair, it wasn't pouring when i left..." 

as his words trail off, a silence descends between the two of you. the rhythmic pattern of raindrops against the umbrella fills the air, creating a soothing backdrop that eases the atmosphere. however, despite the comforting sound of the rain, an awkwardness lingers, with both of you unsure of what to say next. the seconds tick by, stretching the silence, leaving an unspoken tension as you both grapple with the uncertainty of the moment.

after a while, heeseung hums to himself when he leads the both of you around a corner, getting closer and closer to his destination. he thinks of something to ask you, careful not to delve too deep and risk encroaching on personal boundaries. he doesn't want to ruin the moment by letting curiosity get the best of him. 

"where-" his voice cracks before he clears his throat, "where were you heading earlier?" heeseung curses himself mentally and looks down at the sidewalk once again, which quickly earns him a smile from you. 

"campus" you shrug. "don't worry, i'd be an hour early if i go now anyways." you look up at him, accidentally brushing your hoodie-covered shoulder on his now semi-dry padded jacket. 

your gaze drifts away from his face, which remains preoccupied with whatever it is that is so interesting about the sidewalk, and refocuses on his hand gripping your umbrella. unintentionally, you find yourself getting lost in your thoughts, your gaze lingering on his hand for a bit longer than intended. 

"good luck with your studies." he grins when he notices your eyes on his hand. with mischievous intent, he playfully tightens his grip on the handle, causing the veins on his hand to become more prominent. it's a subtle gesture, intended to draw your attention and perhaps spark a playful response or banter between the two of you.

realising what he's doing, you make a conscious effort to divert your gaze from his hand, shifting your attention to the wet pavement beneath your feet. determined to avoid further distraction, you try to maintain your focus on the surroundings, letting your eyes wander over the rain-soaked ground. however, your attempts to look away do not go unnoticed by heeseung, who emits a cheeky chuckle in response. it becomes evident to you that he thoroughly enjoys the effect he has on you. 

"my stop's just over there" he doesn't stop staring at you even when you turn your head away from him, nodding at what he just said. 

you make sure to avoid any form of eye contact until you finally come to a halt in front of a building—his destination. the silence between the both of you speaks volumes, carrying a shared desire for something beyond the constraints of time.

heeseung doesn't seem to care about arriving quickly anymore, lingering outside the building with his back to it while he stares at you in silence for a few seconds before speaking up. "hey, you never told me your name." 

"i'm y/n, you?" you let a smile make its way onto your face when you finally look up into his brown eyes. 

it's like the rain has a mind of its own when it abruptly comes to a gentle sprinkle, the grey cloud looming over the area blown away by the wind, revealing patches of blue sky. heeseung seizes the moment to lower your umbrella, closing it with a soft click and holding it in his left hand. 

"heeseung," he stops to carefully look at you under the sun, observing your lovely features in silence. "thank you for helping me today." extending the umbrella in front of him, he holds it out for you, patiently waiting for you to accept it.

in that moment, the world seems to hold its breath, suspended in anticipation as you let your hand rest on his for a second, making your heart pound harder against your ribcage. you push his hand down gently, letting the umbrella and his hand fall to his side. "will you walk here tomorrow?" you ask with a frown now that your little interaction is coming to an end.

"yeah..." a lie. "same time." another purposeful lie to create an opportunity for another encounter with you. "or actually, anytime you're available."

heeseung's heart beats faster at the excitement you radiate once he says those words. the realization that he deliberately lied for another chance to meet again makes your legs feel weak, and you bite your lips to contain the giggle you almost let out.

"i'll meet you at the same spot tomorrow" you speak up. heeseung feels like his heart is doing backflips when he hears you say that, catching a glimpse of what it feels like to be truly intrigued by someone, to experience the same depth of emotion that sunghoon spoke of when he shared stories of his fondness for his girlfriend.

"so uh... keep the umbrella, it'll be like a little promise that we'll meet again, and then you can give it back to me," you say while grinning at him, holding a pinky up for him to complete with his.

"it's a promise." he lifts his right hand and intertwines his pinky with yours. 

both of you burst into laughter at the silliness of the action, smiling at each other one last time before heeseung hears his ringtone go off in his pocket. 

"it's probably my friend, i'll see you same time tomorrow?" he asks you, taking his phone out of his pocket.

"sounds like a plan." you smile at him before walking a few steps backwards, waving goodbye as you walk off.

heeseung remains rooted to the spot, watching you as you saunter off down the road, your presence leaving a lingering warmth in his heart. he wills himself to snap himself out of his daze before answering jake's call.

"hey, where are y-"

"jake! you won't believe what just happened!" he twists on his heels and enters the building, giggling to his friend on the other side of the phone.

by now, heeseung definitely doesn't regret his decision earlier this morning.

#heeseung #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung fic #lee heeseung fluff #heeseung enhypen #heeseung fic #heeseung fluff #heeseung enha #enhypen #enha #enhypen fic #enhypen fluff

[tomholland1996simp]

You saved me?|| Peter Parker

Warnings: Mentions of nearly being raped, Violent things, screaming.

Summary: You walk to Peters house late at night, when someone tries to do things to you. But you are then saved by Spiderman. You run back to Peters acting as If your okay, but little did you know he was the one who saved you.

"I'll be at yours at 7" I told him.

Peter and I have been best friends for 4 years now, it all started off when my aunt invited me over to her friends house for dinner. And that friend of hers was May. May then introduced me to her son Peter Parker, and ever since that day we have been so close.

I live with my aunt and uncle, just like how Peter lives with May, who is his Aunt. I didn't know my Dad, but my sadly Mum passed away recently. It did take a bad turn on my life, but luckily I had Peter and everyone by my side to help me through it all.

Today I had planned to go to Peter's house to finish our work on the project we had to finish for school. I was running a bit late though, it was about 7:30 when I left my house. Peter only lived about 20 minutes away, however I had decided to get us some snacks from the shop.

This was my mistake because being outside in Queens at night is dangerous. And me being a 17 year old girl walking through the dark streets at night can be even more dangerous alone.

I was about 5 minutes away from Peters house when I heard footsteps from behind me. I then started to walk more fast. I got my phone out to try message Peter, that's when I felt someone pull me into the dark alley, with their hand covering my mouth.

"AHHHHH" I screamed and started to cry.

"Shut up or i'll kill you" the man spat in my face.It was hard to tell what he looked like as it was really dark.

"Please let me go STOP" I cried.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" he started to move his free hand down my waist, it just got lower and lower.

I didn't answer as I was in shock and I was scared.

"We're gonna have a little bit of fun darling" He smirked and I tried to push him away. "DONT TRY PUSH ME" he slapped my face.

At this point I was full on crying and shaking. I really wished that I took the bus to Peters instead of walking now. I was scared of what I knew was about to happen to me.

"Please don't do this. Please-"

"Shut up" he punched me in the stomach, which caused me to fall onto the ground. "I don't want you to talk at all. And If you scream once that's it!" He kicked me in the stomach a couple of times, then straddled me on the cold floor so I couldn't move.

"It will be over before you know it" he pulled off my shirt, leaving me in just my bra.

I just closed my eyes, waiting for this to be over with. He started to pull onto my leggings but then I didn't feel nothing and I felt him get off me. I opened my eyes to see Spiderman webbing the guy to the wall!

"When someone says Stop they mean stop" he says and punches the guy in the face, then turning around to me.

Peters POV

I was waiting for y/n to come over to finish our project for school when I felt my spidey senses going off. I quickly put on my suit and jumped out of my window.

"Karen what's happening" I asked.

"Peter it looks like your girlfriend is in trouble, Y/N Y/L/N" Karen said.

"Karen I have told you many times she is not my girlfriend, shes my best friend. Where is she?" I ask her whilst swinging.

"She is in the alley way just not to far below you" Karen spoke.

"Okay thanks! I'm coming y/n don't worry" I say to myself.

I was at the alley way Karen said y/n was in. I looked through the alley way to see a man on top of Y/N! She was crying, with her eyes closed and her t-shirt on the floor. My heart broke seeing her like this, and I wanted to kill this man.

I quickly punched the guy off her, webbing him to the wall. "When someone says Stop they mean stop" I say and then punched the guy in the face again. After making sure the guy wouldn't be able to escape, I turned around to y/n.

"Are you okay?" I helped her stand up and passed her shirt.

"I-I Thank you" she pulled her shirt over her head and then fixed her bottoms. I know she wasn't okay, I could see how scared she was.

"Did he hurt you?" I tried to touch her face but she flinched away. I then felt my eyes water....she was scared of me.

Y/N POV

"Are you okay?" Spiderman helped me stand up, passing me my shirt.

"I-I....Thank you" I pulled my shirt over my head and fixed my leggings.

"Did he hurt you?" He tried to touch my face but I flinched away and I saw his eyes widen.

"I-I'm sorry, I really have to go....Thank you Spiderman..for saving me" I faked smile and turned away.

"Let me take you home" he calls after me.

"I need to see my best friend, I-I can't go home" I cried and ran to Peters.

It only took me about 5 minutes to run to his apartment. I didn't know what I was gonna tell him, I didn't really want to tell him. How was I gonna be late to his house ,by like an hour,

and be like, sorry I nearly got raped on the way here but spider-man saved me and I'm scared and shaken up!

I wiped my face before knocking on the door with my head down. After seconds the door opened.

"y/n" I heard his soft voice say.

"hey" my voice breaks, then I look up at him and that's when I lost it. The tears just wouldn't stop falling from my eyes now.

"Come here" he opened his arms, which I quickly ran into and sobbed into his chest. He closed the door behind me, picking me up to take me to his room. He then laid me on his bed with me on top of him, still crying in his chest whilst he plays with my hair.

"Im sorry Im late" I said after I calmed down.

"Don't apologise love. You gonna tell me what's wrong?" He looks at me.

"I-Im just having a bad day?" I said but it came out more like a question.

"Did he hurt you?" Peter blurts out wanting to know if I was hurt.

"Did-wait how do you know" I quickly sit up off him.

"Y/N just please tell me the truth. I know what happened with the man what did he do?!"

"Fine. H-he just slapped me and kicked me a few times in my stomach that's all. At least he didn't R- do what he was going to do" I play with his fingers.

"I'm so sorry that he done that. I wish I was there before it even happened-"

"Peter how the fuck do you know?"

He was silent for a moment until he said "I-I'm Spiderman"

"y-your Spiderman" he nodded. "You saved me?" he nodded again.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I did it to protect you so please don't be mad-"

"I'm not mad. I'm actually happy. Who could've known this nerdy boy could be spider boy" I smiled and hugged him.

"It's Spiderman" he chuckled. "Are you okay now though?" he asked again.

"Now thanks to you I am. You saved me Parker.....And I love you for that" I smile

"I love you too y/n"

"Peter....I don't mean it the way you do. The truth is Im in love with you" I hide my face in his chest.

"I...Im in love with you too y/n" he moves my head from his chest and then passionately kisses me.

"I love you so much" I cuddle him.

"I love you more y/n" he kisses my forehead.

And that night Peter made sure I was okay. We even told each other how we felt and I couldn't be any happier.

#tom holland #peterparker #tom peter parker #peter parker x you #tom holland peter parker #mcu peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker spiderman #spiderman x you #spiderman nwh #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman

[curseofaphrodite]

How about the song ‘Seventeen’ by the Midnight with Steve Harrington?

CITY DREAMS | fluff

steve harrington x reader, no pronouns

You had just got your license, a fact that you were almost TOO proud of. You were happy enough to drive your dad's car through the neighborhood, occasionally howling with happiness. But as the road stretched on and the small houses morphed into city buildings, you didn't check the time or turn back.

A big part of you has always wanted this nighttime adventure.

Steve Harrington was almost freaking out. It was the first time he had come to visit the city, and like the idiot he was, he forgot the bus back to Hawkins only arrived once every day. He was stranded in every meaning of the word.

"Fuck!" he yelled out in frustration, kicking dust. He had walked as far as his feet could allow, but due to the darkness and his lack of local knowledge, he was surely, extremely, brilliantly lost.

He was not even in the city now, but going back seemed even more of a bad idea. Besides, if he walked anymore, his feet would fall out.

A light- no wait, two lights started growing bigger in the distance. Steve laughed in relief as a car came skidding down. It was coming fast, as if it was being driven by death herself. He had to think quick, which wasn't his forte.

So he threw himself to the middle of the road.

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You hit the brakes, gasping.

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He closed his eyes instinctively, but when he realized he hadn't been blown into smithereens, he slowly opened them again.

"Hi! Hey! Hello there!" he said hastily, coming up to the window, trying not to appear like a murderer. "Can I hitch a ride?"

"I'm not letting you in my dad's car when your hair looks THAT greasy," you said, earning a shocked gasp. "Also, you seem creepy in general."

He adjusted his eyes to squint, then saw you clearly for the first time. He accidentally held his breath.

"Wow, you're pretty."

"Okay, now you seem more creepy."

Steve quickly shook his head and cursed himself.

"No, just hear me out! Hawkins, do you know Hawkins? It's only a little distance from here but I don't know where I am- just help me out please."

"I can give you the directions," you said, sighing. "Walk for 20 minutes and you'll see a gas station. Turn right and ask for the church. You'll be on track by then."

"20 minutes? I have to walk for 20 more minutes?" he groaned, but then immediately backtracked his words. "You know what, you've been plenty of help. Thank you, I'll- I better get going."

"What were you doing out here anyway?" you asked just as he was about to straighten up. Maybe it was the guilt talking, but he did seem exhausted.

"I had to get some documents signed for my friend's college application. He sucks at official stuff. Didn't think it'd get so late."

"You're in college?"

"Gods no," he laughed. "I work part-time scooping ice cream. It's fun, I get a costume."

"Let me guess, magician?"

"Pfft, I'm a sailor."

You snorted. "I can totally see it."

"Surprisingly, it's one look I can't pull off," he shrugged. You didn't know what to say to that, so you opened the passenger door.

"Get in," you muttered half-heartedly.

"Are you sure—?"

"Just get in before I change my mind."

"Okay, okay!" His eyes lit up. He quickly sat inside and closed the door shut. "My name's Steve by the way. Steve Harrington."

You turned on the keys. "You can't be Steve Harrington. That's the name of the guy who screwed over my best friend."

"In that case, my name is Johnathan Harrington, his twin nice brother."

You laughed. "You're not as douchebag-y as she said, I'll give you that."

"Best compliment all week."

"You owe me ice cream," you said, starting the car properly.

As you drove down the street, Steve kept nervously rambling on, a trait he picked up from Robin.

Why, one may wonder. Simply said, it was the middle of the night — he was hungry, cold, and tired. Besides, whenever he turned sideways while talking, he'd say the most stupid shit and had to start over again.

Really fucking pretty, he thought, getting distracted every time.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve x reader #steve x you #stranger things imagine #fanfic #astoria writes #fluff #imagines #august letters; #tea with anons #💌 : requested

[menaasstuff]

The Misfortunate Incident

Chapter One

“I'll love you till I take my last breath, Emilia!”

“No matter what gets thrown our way I'm prepared to fight for you.”

“I just need to know we're on the same page, what do you say Em?”

“Em?”

“Emilia”

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 --- " EMILIA! Wake up, you’re going to be Late! "

Light flooding into the once dark room as the screech of the curtains being shoved open accompanies her mom’s voice, jolts Emilia from her sleep. Turning over to look at the time flashing on the alarm clock, she’s struck with the realization that she has less than 20 minutes to get ready or risk missing the bus for her first class. After throwing the blanket off her body, she welcomes the cold air while heading to her closet in search of something to wear.

Still being in the post sleep daze of consciousness led to many mishapes to occur in her morning routine, such as knocking her shoulder into the door frame on her way to the bathroom to and stubbing her toe while walking to her dresser. After grabbing her bag and an apple from her kitchen, she kissed her mom goodbye and rushed out of her apartment to the bus stop.

(Outfit and Hair)

“Of all the days to oversleep, it just had to be today” she muttered, while rushing down the never-ending flights of stairs she’s had to take in place of the elevator since it’s been broken for the past month.

Emilia smiled at the Abby, a grey-haired woman, that worked at the apartment front office as she reached the lobby of her building. Bursting out the front double doors she hurried down the front stairs and onto the busy Seattle sidewalks in search of the bus stop. She arrived just as it was about to take off and knocked on the door while looking pleadingly at the driver who took sympathy on the frazzled girl and reopened the door so she could climb on.

“Overslept again Em, that the second time this month”

Emilia smiled at the bus driver, an older man named Harold who she was used to seeing every day, while she swiped her bus pass and responded to his playful jab with her own.

“I stayed up late working on a presentation for school, I wish I was old like you and didn’t have to worry about things like this anymore”

Harold laughed and shooed the girl to find a seat so he could take off and makeup for the couple minutes he lost waiting for the scatter-brained girl. Settling into her seat and plugging in her headphones, Emilia settled in for her commute to school and prayed that the rest of the day would run much smoother than her morning proved to be. The music flowing through her ears and the scenery zooming by allowing the girl some peace before her hectic day was her favorite part of her morning routine

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Arriving to school she searched for her friend Jessi in hopes of getting breakfast before they had to separate and begin their classes for the day. Luckily Emilia only had three classes on her schedule for Fridays, today she wished for a full schedule to avoid going to her last class of the day where she had a presentation due. Though she stayed up well into the night to practice, it didn’t do much to diminish her nerves. This wasn’t entirely surprising considering that anyone who knew the girl would know that she was terrified of public speaking and has been known on more than one occasion to freeze up entirely when in front of a crowed.

Lost in her thoughts she jumped when she was poked in the side and whirled around to face the girl shed been searching for, Jessi Solace. Emilia and Jessi have been friends since they were in middle school and Jessi stood up for Emilia when she was getting picked on by a group of girls, they’d been inseparable since.

“Woah Em! Did you pull another all-nighter, your eyebags are so dark” Jessi gasped.

“Don’t even get me started, I was so nervous for today I don’t even know how I managed to get any sleep at all” Emilia replied while walking in the direction of the canteen with Jessi at her side.

“Em, I swear you’re going to be fine. You always get yourself so worked up about these things and you do just fine once you do it” Jess nudged her best friend with a laugh while they got their food.

The girls found a table and sat down before Jessi called for Emilia’s attention to talk about the latest show, she’d been invested in.

“I can’t believe its almost over and you still haven’t started watching it, I honestly think it’s the best adaptation so far, no lie F4 Thailand is way too good for to not even have started episode” she chided her brunette friend.

“It’s not that I haven’t wanted to watch it Jess, I’ve just been busy with classes I haven’t had much time to do anything really, besides I doubt that this version can be any better than Meteor Garden, which if I recall correctly, you also dubbed the best version” Emilia laughed while raising her eyebrow at her less that amused friend who simply responded by sticking her tongue out.

“I swear I really mean it this time promise me you’ll watch it today, besides its Friday and we have a three-day weekend any, it’ll be the perfect relaxer after these last couple weeks you spent on this project” she begged with a pout.

“Ugh fine I promise, now I got to get to my first class I’ll see you later, love you”

“Love you too”

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            After she separated from Jessi, the rest of Emilia’s day seemed to speed by until it was finally time to head to her last lecture and give her presentation. While on the way to class Emilia felt her nerves began to reignite, her thoughts spiraled on all the things that could possibly go wrong, she was snaped out of it when she collied with a girl and felt the front of her shirt become soaked with a cold substance. Looking down her shirt had a big stain and through the girl began to apologize, Emilia brushed her off with a strained smile and rushed to the nearest bathroom.

            Dabbing at her shirt with a paper towel did very little to help the stain and she quickly realized she’d need to go to class with a stained shirt or risk failing the presentation. Releasing a deep breath Emilia grabbed her bag and left the bathroom to continue to get to her class while trying to calm her racing heart and hold back the tears of frustration that threatened to break past her water line.

            Stepping into class she rushed to the back of the classroom and slumped into her seat while resting her head on her arms in an attempted to ground herself. After a few peaceful minutes the clack of heels filled the auditorium like classroom and drew the attention of the students who were previously either chatting or scrambling to finish last minute details they didn’t have the energy to do the night before.

“Good afternoon, Class, I hope everyone was able to successfully complete their presentation projects, today we’ll be doing the first set of presentations and will finish the rest next Tuesday after the four-day weekend. I’ve also decided that to add an element of surprise I’ll be choosing popsicle sticks to determine order.” Her professor announced with a smile while the students let out a collective groan at the news.

“Since I can see how enthusiastic you all are, let’s begin”

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As the time ticked on and one presentation after the other went by, Emilia began to grow hopeful that she wouldn’t get called to present and would be able to hold off till the following week when she wasn’t covered in someone’s iced coffee. Her heartrate began to slow when she checked the time and there was 10 minutes left of the class, she was sure that the professor would end it there and she’d get off scott free. She felt on top of the world, the room felt brighter, the air felt fresher, everything felt gre—

“Emilia Raven, you’ll be our last presentation for today”

She’d never felt her heart drop as fast as it did in that moment, taking a deep breath Emilia shakily stood up and began walking down the steps towards the front of the auditorium. Once she reached the bottom step she looked towards her professor and could feel the surprise in his eye at what she was sure was her less than tidy state of being, with her dark under eyes and coffee-stained shirt on full display seeing as she had to leave the house bares faced in her rush that morning and her little misshape that took place minutes before class.

Taking a deep breath, she mustered up a smile and turned to face the waiting students.

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Stepping into the apartment, Emilia slammed the door behind her and called out a greeting to her mother while walking to the kitchen in search of a snack. Once she entered, she noticed a note sitting on the counter and upon closer inspection saw it was from her mom informing her that she got called in to work the night shift at the hospital. She also warned her to not go back out, since there was supposed to be a storm rolling into the area and she didn’t want her out in it.

Setting the note back down on the counter, she let put a sigh and thought about how she should spend her night, her mom working the night shift meant she’d have the apartment to herself for the night and she fully intended to take advantage. She was going to wash the stench of coffee off her, make herself dinner and maybe finally get around to watching the new show her best friend had been trying to get her to watch.

#f4 thailand #boys over flowers #tumblr fyp #bright vachirawit #win metawin #dew jirawat #nani hirunkit #tu tontawan #f4 imagine #thailand #thai drama #thai series #thai actors #bright #reader insert #fanfiction #f4 thailand boys over flowers #meteor garden #thyme

[artificialqueens]

You Really Tire Me Out (Bianca x Katya) - BiancaDelRioIsTheBest

Summery: Bianca gets home from a gig exhausted, but when Demitri sees her in that short dress, he wants to exhaust her even more.

"Mitya I'm home". Bianca shouted from the front door. "I am upstairs love". Demitri said. The clacking of heels against the steps indicated she was on her way up and still in drag.

"God I'm exhausted, the show ran late, who ever thought it'd be ok to let one of those busted bitches do a 20 minute britney spears mix needs severe help". Bianca complained as she took off her shoes and tights. She didn't wear a corset so she didn't have to take off her entire outfit to get those off. Bianca was bent over on all fours putting her shoes away giving Demitri a full view of her ass.

Bianca stood up to go untuck. "Ow". She whispered. "If there's one thing I'll absolutely never enjoy, it's taping my dick to myself and having to remove it". Bianca complained earning a chuckle from Demitri.

Bianca starts to climb into bed with Demitri. "Your not going to take off costume and makeup". Demitri asked, he didn't really mind, she looked pretty in her black wig and red lipstick, her costume was also very nice on her, it hugged her hips and waist perfectly, and since the dress was a little short, it showed off her tidy whitey covered behind.

"Nah, as I always say , I woke up like this cause I passed out like this". She joked as Demitri's hand found her waist, damn that hand felt nice against her. "Can you turn around, I want to look at pretty clown face of yours". Demitri asked her. "Oh how original, what do you want love". Bianca asked.

"You are very beautiful". Demitri complimented. "And your sleep deprived". Bianca fired back, smiling. Then she kissed him, soft and sweet. They pulled away. "I love you, mitya". Bianca said. "I love you too". Demitri responded. They kissed again, this one stronger than the last, Bianca's hands in his hair, Demitri's hands on her hips. Bianca felt his grab her ass and she gasped. "Oh mitya". She said. "Tell me how you want me sweetheart". Bianca instructed.

Demitri blushed, then said, "you looked pretty cute on all fours earlier". Demitri hinted. "I had a feeling I was being watched". Bianca said, then she positioned herself onto her hands and knees.

Demitri lubed himself up and pushed into her slowly. "Fuck" Bianca said in a breathy moan as she smoothed her hand against the pillow in front of her. Demitri started to thrust in a slow rhythm, Bianca followed that rhythm. "о черт Бьянка, you are so tight". Demitri told her, stroking her long black tresses as he stared at her. Bianca bit her lip to hide a moan as her eyes rolled back. Demitri cupped her chin to make her face him, her eyes were watering. "I want to hear you, let me hear you". Demitri asked her and started thrusting a little faster. Bianca moaned out loud and shut her eyes at the feeling.

"Ohh god, mmnnh, holy shit". Bianca practically shouted as she was getting fucked. "You like that Bianca, you like it when fuck you". Demitri asked her in a whisper, kissing her neck through her ringlets. "Yeah, I fucking love it, I fucking love you, ohhh fuck, uhhnn". Bianca responded, gripping the pillow in front of her.

"I want you on top of me, I want you to ride me". Demitri told her kissing her cheek as they thrusted into each other. Bianca nodded and Demitri pulled out of her. She repositioned herself on top of Demitri's dick. Demitri squeezed her thighs as he moved faster than before.

"Oh my god, oh my god, ohh". Bianca moaned, voice getting higher as she rode him. The top of her dress popped open, displaying padded bra she wore instead of the normal foam cups. "Oh jesus, I guess I was moving a little too much". Bianca said, a little bashfully, and slowed down her movement to inspect her chest.

"Wait, I am little bit curious about what else is hiding under dress of you". Demitri said, reaching for the rest of her buttons. Bianca had never really been self conscious, but she never really considered her uncorseted boy body sexy while in full drag, but as Demitri's hand unbuttoned the rest of her dress, she liked the look of admiration he gave her body and how he touched her with such gentle passion.

"Oh" Bianca gasped as Demitri started moving again, slowly at first, then speeding up more and more. "Ohh ahhh". Bianca squealed as Demitri fucked her faster and faster. She bent over on top of him, hand touching his chest, staring into his eyes. "Please, mitya, please". Bianca said in a whispered. Demitri thrusted as fast and hard as possible.

"Ohhh my fucking god, mmnnh, uhhh". Bianca shouted as Demitri pounded her. "Да, Бьянка, я прослежу, чтобы ты кончила, я чертовски люблю тебя, ты чертовски сексуальна". Demitri grunted. They both moaned as they came at the same time.

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca x katya #bianca del rio #katya zamolodchikova #hurricane bianca au #smut #biancadelrioisthebest

[celeste-fitzgerald]

Sweet quotes about Kelly Groucutt from his friends

(most of these are from after his death so they're quite bittersweet, but still very sweet <3 )

Bev Bevan:

"He was such a bundle of energy, totally irrepressible. Kelly was the life and soul of the party, the practical joker in the band. He was the type of character who was always joking around and could light up a room whenever he arrived... "I remember being on the road with Kelly back in the 70s. It was a great time to be out there and he kept us entertained. He used to have an endless supply of bad jokes. He was always on the go, couldn’t sit still, and even when he did he would be playing with a Rubik’s cube or something like that. Kelly was a real gentle soul as well – he wouldn’t harm a fly."

Louis Clark:

"I have so many memories, like closing many bars with him in hotels all over the world having solved the world's problems, his silly jokes, which I found funny for their sheer silliness, sitting next to him on planes in the early 80's with the constant clicking of his Rubik's cube. "I'll always remember around the same time period while in L.A. recording Kelly's first solo album, him climbing from room to room over our balconies at least 20 stories up. "I also remember more recently when my watch strap broke and the local repair shop said it would have to be sent to the manufacturer. I gave it to Kelly and he fixed it in three minutes. He was "Mr. Fix It" and the "Gadget Man". "Kelly always made time for everyone, us the band, anyone in trouble and his fans who he genuinely loved talking with."

Mik Kaminski:

"We were like brothers. We would call each other anytime we needed to. He was always there for me. Even though he’s gone, I keep expecting him to phone me up at any minute...Kelly had loads of birds. Whenever I rang him up it was like calling Regent’s Park Zoo!"

Mik Kaminski again, in interview with Martin Kinch:

Martin: "Are there any certain songs that you perform when you, uh, think about him more than others?" Mik: "Um...well, all of them, really, because Kelly had his [unintelligible] little piece he'd do in the middle of a song, he'd...he'd walk over and...you know, he had quite a [laughs] comical edge about him when he was performing and you can always see him coming over and doing his bits even though he's not there, so...they're all pretty much...you know, there's a bit of Kelly in all of them."

Melvyn Gale, in an interview:

KJS: Finally ... what is your #1 favourite ELO song and why? Mel: Got to be Midnight Blue, because it reminds me of Kelly.

Parthenon Huxley, of ELO Part II and The Orchestra:

"In late 1998 I walked into a large, well worn rehearsal room in Birmingham, England for my audition with ELO Part II. I wasn't sure who everyone was, but immediately Kelly Groucutt positioned himself directly in front of me, tilted his head upwards and said, 'You're TOO TALL!' We laughed. Leave it to Kelly to be the icebreaker... "Fans of ELO Part II and now The Orchestra will attest that Kelly was always available after a gig for an autograph, a photo, a cigarette, a drink, whatever was happening at the moment. Hours after a performance the last thing fans heard in the parking lot was usually a tour manager shouting, 'Kelly! The bus is leaving!' He gave the fans every spare minute he had... "Kelly was a tinkerer, a gadgets freak, a student of puns, an expert Country & Western singer, a walking encyclopedia of music history (song title, artist, year released), a loving Dad, a smoker, a drinker, a traveller (China, Cuba, Chile...hmmm...never noticed how much he liked "C" countries), a joke teller, a tireless chatterbug, a generous friend, a lyrics freak, a willing accomplice."

Phil Bates, from ELO Part II and The Orchestra:

"On tour, he was my greatest friend. When I was having health problems, and waking up in the middle of the night, in some far-flung place 5,000 miles from home with some extremely worrying things happening to me, Kelly told me to call him, whatever time of the night, and he would come and help me through my difficulties. That was the kind of friend he was, and the hole he will leave will be impossible to fill."

#kelly groucutt #elo #electric light orchestra #bev bevan #louis clark #mik kaminski #melvyn gale #parthenon huxley #phil bates #elo part 2 #the orchestra #this is so long but i need this in my life #and now i have links to all these pages in one place so i can find them again muahaha #many thanks to liz and remy for helping me try to decipher what mik was saying in that video

[pbandjesse]

Welp James got hit by another vehicle. Thankfully this time they were just a bit banged up. But Jesus Christ. I am so upset. Their bike is a little bent up and the person didn't even say sorry. They doored them and knocked them down. And honestly it could have been so much worse!! I hate that this happened again. My heart hurts so much because I am so worried for my husband.

Today wasn't a bad day before this though. I was just tired. I got to sleep a little longer which helped me feel a little more out together.

I got dressed and had a bagel. I felt pretty positive for the day.

I left here and went to the museum. I got there a little early to load in the leftover boxes from from outreach yesterday. A man in the parking lot told me he liked my bird collection, referring to my molcars. And he laughed when I told him they were actually hamsters.

It was a good day though. I was training the new Jess. And we had a city builder program and a neighborhood tour. And we ended up with an excellent teacher who had a great handle on the kids.

So it made it really easy. And I really had fun with them. They were 2nd graders, which is the oldest that do these programs (and the youngest that will do a regular tour and cannery) so you never know where they are going to be at. But they were awesome. We did finish each program a little early but that was fine. We would look around the galleries and they were sweet kids.

They were just a little embarrassed to wear the costumes. But I think they got into it by the end. They loved buying things and spending tokens and getting paid at their little jobs. It was super cute.

The bank actually went super well. I didn't need the extra time I built in. So once I got everyone finished their bank books and collected their costumes I took them to the car to play and take pictures.

We had about 10 minutes there. So me and Jess went and reset the galleries and got the costumes. And by then it was time to go to lunch.

During lunch I had the dumplings I brought and reset the costumes. Got everything on hangers. I started getting a little lightheaded so I would sit down and take a break.

And then it was time to take them to the movies. I grabbed my crochet to take to the front desk, gave them a five minute warning and went to make sure the dvd was working.

Someone turned off the DVD player which was annoying but James fixed it and everything was fine.

I dropped them off at the theater and sat with James and crocheted. They went to heat up their lunch. I helped a few guests. Found out that our event person doesn't like when we answer any questions about events. Which is ridiculous because they aren't even in this building 80% of the time so what would you like us to do? It's the polite thing to try to help guests, and like yeah if I don't know I'll direct them to you but if you aren't answering your phone you don't get to be mad. Whatever. I honestly don't care if they are mad I just think it's wild that that is something they are mad about.

I enjoyed sitting with James though. And once the video was over I got the kids to their coats and on the bus. It was nice to be done.

I had to call my rheumatologist because they had called me. They had to reschedule my appointment to Thursday. Not shocking I thought it was weird they were making appointments for MLK day.

And I made plans with Callie to have a late lunch tomorrow. I was feeling good.

But I was very tired. I would reset the rest of the costumes that got used today. And then went to sit with James until I could leave.

I decided to go walk around the second chance, the big furniture thrift store.

And I had fun looking but man we're the prices outrageous. Some stuff was normal. $20 or $30 bookshelves. A few I considered but decided not to get in the end. But some stuff that didn't need to be was hundreds of dollars!! Like at one point I found a dirty bean bag chair for $200???? I was so confused.

There were a few things I was seriously considering. One was a beautiful painted dresser but if it was tomorrow it would be a reasonable price (because every few weeks the ticket price drops) and so I decided it wasn't meant to be. Maybe if I go back next week and it's still there.

I got very very tired all of a sudden. And I really wanted to be home.

So I did just that. I went home and I curled up on the couch. I worked on my crochet. I would finish 5 squares today. I read a little. I made an early dinner of oven fries and veggie chicken nuggets. Our oven was not working well and I was getting frustrated but it was fine in the end and eating made me feel better.

When James got home they were really angry and upset. Half way home a driver doored them. Knocked them down. Bent their handlebars. Broke their phone mount. And they didn't even say sorry. I wish they got their info but they were to shaken up. Worried about their collarbone. Which thankfully seems fine. They say their wrist and elbow and hip hurt. Their emotions probably hurt the most. It's scary and I am so frustrated that it has happened again.

James was really upset though and so they went for a walk to cool down. And I tried not to cry. When James got home I just held them on the couch for a long time.

We would hang out. Work on our own stuff. I got in bed. Watched videos. Tried to just be calm.

I just got a shower and me and James have been talking and trying to process. The scary feelings. I am just really worried for them you know?

But now we will sleep. Tomorrow James has the engineering event at the museum. They are going to try to see if the bike shop can help the bend in their bike handle and realign their tires. And I have my second workshop at the national guard. I am nervous but this project was super popular this summer so I have high hopes.

I am trying to not be super upset but it is hard. Send us some good vibes. Be safe and watch out for bikers.

Goodnight everyone. Sleep good.

[mysterious-czapla]

maidboyfriend!THOMA + s/o  story

 Hello again, humans, aliens and ogres

this is my another story, this time i’ll write with maid thoma

its 5:20AM. send help

category: fluff (IDK???)

characters: thoma, s/o

author’s note: maybe I will delete this, i’m not so sure about this text

TAKING REQUESTS!

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-Hey, Poppet! Wake up!-

I opened my eyes lazily, and saw our housemaid, Thoma, already cleaning my room. How was he not tired? It was 6 a.m, and he goes to sleep really late... Is he a robot or something? I got up from bed, and Thoma gave me small kiss.

-I told you, Thoma... Don't call me poppet! Not here..."

I forgot to tell you...Thoma was also my secret boyfriend. We were together for few months, and my parents still don't know about this. They can't know about our relationship, what would happen if Thoma would lose this job? This would be a tragedy! Thoma just smiled and whispered.

-Don't worry. They won't know anything, trust me. -

I couldn't say anything. I just blushed, like a stupid teenager. When Thoma saw my reaction, he just laughed and went back to cleaning. I took some clothes from my wardrobe, and changed to my school uniform. I went to the kitchen, only to see my parents sitting on the couch, drinking coffee. I said "Hi!" to them, and got some breakfast. Guess who made it... The answer is Thoma. The only minus is, he makes WAY too much food for us, and we end up throwing leftover food to the trash can. Anyway, when I got something to eat, I left to catch the School bus.

During my ride, I saw a new cafe in my city. It looked great, so I immiedately got an idea. Why won't I go there with Thoma after my lessons? We could spend some time together, without my parents knowledge.

When I got home from school, I threw my backpack and I lay down on bed. Few minutes later, Thoma came to my room in a hurry. He was really tired...What happened?

-I-I'M SORRY Y/N!-

-What happened, Thoma? What's going on?-

-I-I...-

-Yes?-

-...I forgot to make dinner. I'm so sorry!-

Seeing his troubled face, I couldn't hold it anymore. I bursted out laughing. After few seconds of laughter, Thoma looked at me, and I said to him.

-Thoma...It's okay! I was afraid that you destroyed something, or something else...-

Thoma... sometimes, he would just kill me with his behavior. He takes his job too seriously. I know he's happy to be here, but sometimes, even the best makes mistakes. My parents would say the same. Luckily, they left few hours ago for a meeting.

-Get yourself some rest, okay? Even though you're our maid, you're also my boyfriend, right? -

-Yes, you're right... Thank you, y/n. I'll go take a bath.-

When Thoma left, I cooked some eggs and bacon for both of us. I tried to make smiley face on the plate, but I failed...I'm as good as Thoma at cooking.

After 20 minutes my boyfriend came back, and sat with me to eat. When he saw my "smiley faces" on the plate, he smiled and said to me.

-This is the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, darling.-

We both laughed, and ate everything on the plate. Thoma took the dishes and came back to me.

-Hey, Thoma...do you want to grab a coffee with me? There is a new cafe nearby.-

-Oh, sure! Why not? -

After 15 minuted of walking, we sat down at the table 5. A waiter came to us and asked for our order. With every second, I was only getting more angry. Why? I could easily see how she was looking at Thoma. If I could, I would scream to her face "He's my boyfriend, not yours!". Finally, she left, but my bad thoughts didn't stop. I could easily hear the whispers about Thoma from other girls, I could easily see their looks at him... I was getting even more jealous.

When I thought that our order came, two girls came to our table and started talking to Thoma. I was about to burst our with anger, but when I tried to tell them to leave, they would just ignore me. "Oh, you're so strong...", "You're so handsome...". I could see that Thoma was uncomfortable, but then I heard something that broke me inside. One of the girls said to Thoma.

"Why would you stay here with her? She's ugly... And we could have so much fun later."

I immediately left this cafe with tears in my eyes, and I started to walk in the direction of my house. It started to rain... Could this day be even worse? Some random girls flirted with my boyfriend, they called me ugly...and now It's raining.

When I was walking to my house, in tears, I heard a voice behind me.

"y/n! Wait for me!-"

I turned around to see Thoma... Also wet from the rain. When he finally came to me, he hugged me tightly and said.

-Im so sorry, y/n... You're not ugly, you're beautiful.."

-...-

-Y/n, listen... It's my fault. I should have told them that they should leave. "

-Thoma...Do you love me? Am I really ugly?-

Thoma kissed me on the forehead and said.

-You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I love you.-

After these words, I couldn't hold it anymore. We kissed passionately for 10 seconds, and after this great kiss, Thoma said.

-Now, let's go back home. As your maid, I have to dry your clothes...-

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if you’re reading this: love you! have a nice day/night

#thoma #tohma #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact thoma #maid #fanfiction #fanfic #s/o #story #genshin impact story #gi #shitty #genshin impact tohma #maid thoma #cute #funny #boyfriend #love #secretlove

[halfwaytofreedom]

December 27, 2023 - Orlando, FL

I can't describe the feeling of leaving home for good. I'd left for college; I'd moved houses; I'd taken vacations; I've traveled with nothing but my car, twice. None of it compared to December 27.

I had two big suitcases, one small suitcase, one backpack, one briefcase. Amtrak said, "Four bags and one carry-on" and I took it seriously. I called an Uber to take me to the Bus Terminal, because the rail system runs through it. Waiting for the Uber was almost painful; I could look back and see where I was living, but I wouldn't ever see that house again.

That was the echo in my head: I'll never see that house again. I won't be going back.

It was almost dark when we got to the bus station, and I rolled myself through the building, out the back, across four lanes of bus traffic, around to the train station. Across two set of tracks, so that I was on the Northbound side.

I could barely carry it all; I recognized that mistake in the bus station, but it was too late to leave anything behind. I didn't know what wasn't important, either; in my mind, every item in every bag was important. So I carried 100+lbs of everything, and I watched the commuter rail go by, thankful that I'd be checking my bags when Amtrak arrived.

I went to the bus teller when I arrived, and asked them about the train. "Train tickets are only purchased at the kiosk. There's a attendant at the track to help you." She had nothing else to tell me. "There's supposed to be an attendant, anyway." She clarified. After I rolled myself to the tracks, I didn't see any attendant. Plus I didn't know what to ask him.

Just a weird guy floating around at the handicap ramp. He didn't look like a train attendant.

The commuter rail rolled by, and that weird guy calls over to me, "Hey, are you taking the train?" I answered him, "Yeah, the big silver one, the Amtrak." He replied, "The Amtrak doesn't come here. It goes to Orlando Health. Also, you can't sit there."

There's a dawning of fear in my mind, now: I'm at the wrong station. I can't walk anywhere, I have too much stuff. How the hell am I going to catch my train in 20 minutes? I was supposed to be heading to Raleigh on the Silver Service. The attendant couldn't help, how would I get there?!?

I caught my breath, but the panic still bounced around in my brain. Call an uber. I called an uber, and tried to drop a pin at my spot on the sidewalk; I couldn't find a good landmark. The first uber says, "I can't drive into the bus station." No, not the bus station, I'm along a downtown city street next to the train tracks. I have twenty minutes to get across town.

That uber cancels. I have 15 minutes.

The next one gets there, and thankfully is clean, comfortable, and prepared. I sent my destination as "Amtrak Station," so now there's no question. I'm watching the tracks the whole drive, praying the train wouldn't beat me to the station. What would I do if I missed it? Sleep in the empty house, I guess.

The Amtrak station is obvious, thank goodness. Big sign on the building, lots of cars and people, nothing related to the commuter rail. (Commuter rail drops off on the same track, about 50m south; I could see it from here.) It didn't matter which side of the tracks anymore: everybody waits on this side.

Checking my bags at the station, I had to walk them back to the cargo area. No one was at the teller. It was an unguided experience, I just got lucky that I met one of the Red Caps at the back. "Where are you heading?"

"Raleigh...well, Charlotte." I answered. They seemed confused, so they asked for my ticket. I showed them I had two tickets: Raleigh, then Charlotte five hours later. "Why is he going to Raleigh instead of Cary?" he wondered aloud. His partner replied, "Must have been a capacity thing."

I remember a few other things he said. "Why isn't there anyone up at the teller? You're not supposed to be staring at your phone!" "Keep the claim tickets." "You don't need them in Raleigh, just Charlotte." He checked my bags to Charlotte, though they would change trains in Cary, NC, even though I went to Raleigh first instead.

(Train stuff: Amtrak's Silver Star usually drops off people in NC at Cary, because it's one stop sooner and has more exchanges, like the Crescent. Raleigh is, uniquely, in between the two Silver-Service routes, and only on the Silver Star route. The only people that ride it to Raleigh are people -specifically- going to Raleigh.)

I still have my backpack and briefcase with me, and I've NEVER left from this station before. There's probably a hundred people here, almost all coach, almost all as confused as I was. Many college kids, many people going many different places. Only a few outdoor benches, and we were all told to line up at the lettered column. I leaned on the bench to help my injured back, and waited amongst the confused throngs.

Boarding was straightforward: they asked where you're going, and they told you which way to go once you got up the stairs. No one checks tickets, even though it's on my phone and ready. Just "Go in to the right, find a seat." I was on the long-distance car, the one that goes past Cary, NC. People were going to NYC, PHL, and all sorts of far-flung stops. No assigned seats, so you just do your best. I found two seats alone (a rare treat), and slumped down.

The train is ROLLING, and they still haven't checked my ticket. This is weird if you're used to planes, where you've been identity-verified and boarding-passed three times before you reach the door. On Amtrak, they don't do any more than count bodies. You're halfway to the next stop before anyone verifies your ticket, and no one ever checks your ID.

Reiterating: You will board the train, and no one checks your ticket or ID. They will never check your ID.

Finally, a conductor comes through and checks the ticket. He writes my three-letter destination on a card, and sticks it on the rail above my seat. Reminds me that my adjacent seat won't remain empty: "This is a FULL TRAIN, there will be no empty seats!"

It's 9pm, I'm exhausted, the train is rolling. I fall asleep to "No empty Seats!" and the sound of the Amtrak train horn, which blows at every single road crossing. All night, toot toooooooooooooot.

Twelve hours to go, then I'll be in Raleigh. Nothing to do but sit and sleep on the dark windows...

#amtrak #homelessness #silver star

[travelswithzsubes]

March 20, 2024

Today has been insane. I woke up to a male cat desperately meowing. I'm supposed to be taking care of two cats, and I am taking care of them. But they're acting very strange. Ollie the male incessantly meows sadly and runs away from me anytime I am around; Luna the female hasn't been around for the last day. She didn't come back last night. They have an outdoor area where they can roam around, and I often don't see them for long stretches, but I've seen Ollie often (even though he seems anxious and depressed) and Luna at least once per day. But Luna has been gone for a long time now and I'm getting worried about where she is. The last time I saw her was 24 hours ago - granted, I've been in and out, but she usually at least comes back. Yesterday I came home around 5pm to find that the glass door to the apartment had somehow been smashed. By the cats? By the wind? I don't know. I had to clean up all the glass. This morning I went out (barefoot, which was dumb, I'll admit) to climb on the adjacent roof to see if Luna was out there; when I landed, I felt a sharp pain in my left foot. I must have stepped on some glass - glass unrelated, it seems, to the glass broken in the door to the outside of the apartment I'm staying in. It caused me to drag blood all over the apartment, which I had to clean up. I thought I was ok but my foot still hurts and I can't put weight on the area where the glass touched it. I think the glass is probably still inside my foot. I tried to schedule a doctor's appointment at the office near me but a combination of language barrier and confusion and lack of availability has stymied me. I need to deal with this glass, though. When I tried to empty the trash this morning the cat food that had been fully knocked over and all over the floor when I returned home yesterday somehow got dislodged and spilled again all over the floor. I had to clean it up all over again. This, along with the blood and the cats and the glass and everything else, caused me to leave later than usual. I'm going to a bat mitzvah outside of Jerusalem tonight so it makes absolutely no sense to have my bike with me. But I got on my bike because I was too late to get the light rail to the bus and I thought my bike would get me to a bus faster. It didn't, and it didn't work with the bus times. I ended up riding my way on the road between super polluting buses and a pickup truck that was spewing hot black smoke. I finally decided to take a bus where, because I had my bike with me, could probably get me to work by 9am, which is generally fine (as that bus stops at a stop closer to my office and I don't need to board a second bus to get to the office). But there was a protest in Tel Aviv today and the traffic was absolutely insane on that bus, since that bus makes its way through all of Tel Aviv before getting on the highway. It took just as long to get out of Tel Aviv as it typically does to get all the way from Tel Aviv to near my office (6K vs. 50K). Still, I knew I had my bike with me, and I knew I could get to work relatively quickly once I got off the bus. When I got off the bus, though, and retrieved my bike, the front tire had inexplicably gone flat as it had been sitting there during the ride. It made no sense! So I had to limp/ride partially on a flat tire from the stop to work, which took me an incredibly annoying (and at times painful) 30 minutes. I finally got to work 40 minutes late. Meanwhile, I'm barely sleeping in my friend's apartment, partially because of the cats, partially because I have so much else going on in my life. I'm moving apartments. I, personally, don't have that much stuff, but the apartment I'm living in has to be cleared out entirely, and there is so much stuff there, accumulated over the course of years and years of others living there. My old roommate who's in charge of the bills and selling furniture over there is barely in touch and isn't really on top of anything. I need to get a cleaner over there, I need to hire a mover, but the cleaner hasn't gotten back to me.

New paragraph because Tumblr is making me. I haven't gotten a chance to take photos of my stuff to get a quote from a different mover. Another mover isn't getting back to me about something else. Meanwhile, in my future new apartment, my new roommate is taking care of stuff, but dealing with him personality-wise has been a struggle so far, and doesn't make me feel good about myself. He has expensive tastes and is anxious about filling the apartment with furniture quickly and it's stressing me out. In addition to all that, I recently started dating someone who is beautiful and smart and amazing and sensitive but who is incredibly hard to get in touch with and doesn't respond to texts or calls in a timely fashion at all. She also doesn't show up on time for things and I feel totally not settled as a result. These are all things to worry about, and I can't sleep. I'm so tired all the time. I have to commute every day to near Jerusalem, and I don't feel like I have the time to enjoy life in the way I want to.

I want a beautiful relationship with someone that I admire and love. Life is just better that way. I want to feel settled in an apartment, and have a job that isn't so far away, and one where I can feel like I am a good leader.

Today has been the most crazy day. I have to travel far by bus later on for this cousin's kid's bat mitzvah. I'm going to get back home super late, and I have no idea what awaits me there from the cat perspective. I really hope Luna is alive and safe. I need to deal with this glass in my foot. I need to deal with my bike tire, since Purim is coming up and having a working bike to get from megillah reading to megillah reading is essential. I feel so overwhelmed. Spiritually, I'm in a very low place. I'm balancing so much stuff and in a way I want it all to calm down but I know deep down I also thrive off the excitement and intensity. But it's too much. I know it's not good for me. It's mostly just a bad habit. Please, God. I want something else. I want the hostages to be free. I want mashiach to come. I want everyone to be comforted. I want to be partnered up, with a family, with children, at a time in my life where I still have energy to enjoy them. Please, God. Please help me get there.