#also im turning 27 fuck me

[orcelito]

Ok so I was wondering like

Top 0.005% of listeners. That's Pretty Damn Small. But I was wondering Just how small...

357.1k monthly listeners

0.005% of 357.1k is... just under 18...

Guys. I'm within the top 20 listeners for IAMX. Period. 🫣

#speculation nation #16K MINUTES OF MY 59K TOTAL MINUTES FOR THE YEAR... #A LITERAL 27% OF ***ALL*** MUSIC I LISTENED TO THIS YEAR........ #cant help gettin emo i guess #like i knew he'd be indisputably my top artist but. holy fuck. #THIS ALSO ISNT INCLUDING THE SNEAKER PIMPS ALBUM... which ive listened to obsessively too #as an extension of the obsession with his music. bc he sings in it. #SOMETIMES AN ARTIST HITS U LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN and ur left like. yeah. yeah . #helps that hes got so many albums so i spent Months slowly making my way through them all. #but then i just kept listening to him bc his music just... scratches an itch in my brain idk. #in part it's the grief. Metanoia was a crutch of an album after my uncle died. #and also with my cat... it was just. nonstop IAMX. for Months. #ive been branching out more again recently bc i do like some variety in the music i listen to #but if i want music but dont know what to play it just always ends up going back to IAMX #because it's dependable. it's enjoyable. it's Comfortable. #his music feels like a reset button for me. like returning to a dark room to sleep at night. #it's not dark for the sake of darkness. but for the comfort of it. existing honestly. existing without fear of judgement. #and bringing the analogy together i really have listened to his music to help me sleep a few times #not often just bc i usually dont listen to music as i sleep. im a light sleeper so i need white noise. #but there were a few times i found myself without a working fan. so i turned to his music to act as white noise instead. #not actual white noise of course. but the function of it. the Comfort. the familiarity. #pick one of his lowkey albums and just let it keep going. and it works. it does. #so like. it makes sense. it does. i understand entirely why i rank so high in his monthly listeners. #it's just a bit mind boggling to actually see the tangible numerical value hfkshdjd bc. man. man...

[istherewifiinhell]

I hope to be able to communicate. An emotional vibe

[Mirage 28, Story: Stephen Murphy, Pencils, Inks and Letters: Jim Lawson (as far as i can tell and so says the wiki). 1 page each by Eastman and Rich Veitch, not included]

[The style for this issue has a softer painterly look to the duoshade. All panels are horizontal across the width of the page.]

[ID from alt: Two panels, Leo leaning over to look at Raph, who's in profile and glaring slightly downwards. He asks "Care to talk about it?". Close on Raph's face, still not looking at Leo, he says "No." END ID]

ID from alt: 3 Panels. Casey leans over, gripping bridge trusses on either side of himself, asks "Hey bro', What's going down?" Raph's feet dangling over the edge of the bridge, its shadow cast on the water below. Raph says "The River... I suppose..." Close on Casey as he looks down skeptically "Um, Yeah. -- Hey, talk to me Raph. Really talk to me."

ID from alt: Three panels. Raph in profile, gazes down somberly, he says "Can't. You wouldn't understand. You're... You're human. You can't possible understand. Wide to all three of them, Casey has shuffled closer, one hand still on the truss. He says "Say what? I'm what? You can kiss off, Pal." Leo on the other side leans back a bit. "The what about me Raph? Why won't you tell me?". Close on Raph, annoyed now. "You're crowding me Leo, you're both crowding me. -- Don't crowd me." END

^gets sick every time i look at this one (HIGHEST OF COMPLIMENT)

ID from alt: Two panels. Close on April's hand. Holding a small turtle in its shell. Caption box "No... not this time, baby." Raph in the foreground, still upset. April and the other turtles sit along the bridge, all apart from Raph. April still holding the turtle, looks over to him. Caption box "When the hell will he simply accept all that's happened to him?" END

Second caption box references April's line in the 3 issue Raph got de-mutated arc. Which he spent the most time being looked after by her.

ID from alt: Two panels. Raph sitting with his back to his brothers, looking down and upset again. Wider shot shows everyone on a raft, the other turtles sitting and Casey pushing raft along at one end, Raph facing the rear, tense, observing the water. April sits between them, not facing either direction, observing Raph. END

ID from alt: Two panels, nighttime. The group sits around a camp fire, Casey standing to tell a story "-Like so much red white and blue Alpo. See, man, there was this..." Raph stands facing into the dark. Caption box: Raphael stood apart from the rest of us..." Wide of the landscape, moon reflecting on water, surrounded by trees and distant mountains. Caption box: "... And stared intently across the moonlit water." END

ID from alt: April and Raph trying to move an unconscious being, mostly humanoid with amphibious features, their three bodies lit against complete blackness. Raph holds her under the shoulders and says "You take her feet, I'll get her head." April kneels to hold her ankles and says "Thanks, Raph." END

ID from alt: Intricately detailed depiction of one of the aquatic beings while still in the egg, curled with its still developing limbs and large eyes. Caption boxes: I am conceived anew -- And as I grow -- I watch my people wither. END

ID from alt: Wide scene lit by the camp fire. April kneels with the beings head in her lap. Four more of the species approach her and the body. Casey stands back closer to the fire, and the turtles, even further back, towards the shore line. Caption box: They've lost her. END

ID from alt: 1. Two panels. Caption box: ... The only four of their species.... The turtles stand in line, Don, Mike, Leo and Raph, looking over the water, and the four remaining beings heads sink below the water. Caption box. "... just like-" The beings completely unseen now. Raph turns his head, looks behind them.

2. Two panels. Dramatic close up on Raph, looking back. The hint of pupil in the normally white eyes adds to the expressions intensity. Close on April meeting his gaze. Eyes wide with shock. She says a quite "-Omigod". END

ah. i was just gonna tag rant about this its getting way too long. oop

As i said earlier. this was ANOTHER ISSUE that was adapted into 03 during the Leo angst era. so they swapped Raph for Leo.

(NOT MAD ABT IT. i could go on a very long talk abt raph leo interchangeability and every time they've done that in adaptation, and why so many of the raph leo conflicts are about them being so so similar.

and how they are the person the other gets/gets them. and loss of that understanding due to separation or injury causes the blow ups.)

ANYWAY

03 didnt have the events that happened to raph that are referenced here anyway. those being. Raph almost being killed in a drive to solo kill the shredder (which... Leo Does btw) but more importantly admitting to Leo that he feels he has no control, that he cant think through his emotions.

And, again as mentioned, the de-mutation. It took him from weakened, to childlike, too deteriorating illness, until he's a particularly emotive large turtle, and then even less so to a normal smaller and smaller one. And this was caused by a very powerful being that thought he'd be happier that way, after feeling all the guys bask in the water, and be in awe of real baby turtles.

So these are the things he can't talk to Leo or Casey about. And this comic issue is one thats in the mode of "something written by april" like journal entries. And it wouldnt be clear cause i removed the CONTEXT lol. but that is her seeing a vision, from this dying being, of her [the being's] life and history, and its like. not pretty! not good things happening to the extincting amphibious humanoids.

So the lack of control, emotional and LITERAL, over his fate, his body, his being his mind? The things he cant tell his human best friend or his leader and brother. She goes through something impossible, she has no control, she fails at saving this being. And she sees it. And they see each other. And their is not a fix it at the end of that. She doesn't tell anyone else why she gets spooked. Everyone is just standing around each other in the moment, where its all not okay.

#some shit #turbles... #im so so so ill about this. positively unwell. #stephen muphy of the puma blues huh. you dont fucking say (<- extremely poetic indie com about humanity and enviroment) #was trying to let it speak for itself but yes also btw. the fish ppl. yeah listen. #DO YOU SEE. do you see. just motif. he looks to the water and she looks to him. HE LOOKS BACK? #i mean. and not to be biblical or greek classical or honestly. vonnegut-ian? but the way he turns around. to look at her. and how that is #often a thing that seals ppls fates. but it doesnt change his fate. its her. knowing it. in that moment. #it just lights my blood on fire and makes me so so so naw she ous. nauscious. nauseous. #LOVE. when i have to exit the tags for smth to long and. BRO. my syntax. my registre. it gets all different. literalllllly can not help it. #well. enjoy. i said more than i even meant and i meant to say a fair bit. #23-27 are for real for real. the weird comics deserts. there so left field and. need to be chewed on but not really always in a good way. #(i mean non as bad as... 18? the msg one.) so i was taking my tales of break and then. BOOM. this shit. ARGHHHHHH #wifi blogs mirage

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

now that dumb ways to die is finally making a comeback, i need a compilation of rly stupid fire emblem gameplay deaths

#DCB Comments #my dumbest way i've ever had a unit die was in por chapter 27 when ike had damage on my turn already #from the previous enemy phase but i was getting desperate bc i didn't wanna redo the chapter #bc like if i don't get nasir i will literally redo the chapter fuck ena idk what intsys was even thinking #making her unit as worthless as it is. no nasir no victory. so in my desperation i attacked #with damage taken. bc my brilliant idea was to attack and get hit again so that mist could heal all the damage taken #but wah wah i had to redo the whole chapter anyway bc SOMEONE activated luna on me #i was relying on either aether going off or luna NOT going off but i had a massive wah wah #this wasn't recent but it did happen and i absolutely learned my fucking lesson LOL #titania: i think ike has grown enough to judge if he can win #soren: i don't like it. in fact i disagree. in fact this is a terrible idea. in fact what if he's impatient bc he only has five turns #also the other dumbest way to lose a unit is to have them standing in front of the house in chapter 11 #when you kill the boss bc bk walks out when the boss dies. i always make sure mordecai is #already past that area while im getting zihark before killing the boss #but yes i do absolutely agree with the lyric ''so many dumb ways to die'' for fe and that's why i need a compilation #y'all needa tell me your dumbest fe ways you've lost a unit and had to reset #if you played on casual it still counts bc they had to retreat lol #edit: actually no i remember that happened twice. there was a time when i attacked on my turn with full hp #but that was after mist healed so i had damage then she healed then i attacked on my turn #and then luna activated on the enemy phase so no that shit actually happened to me TWICE #and i am not sure which one of those times i learned my fckn lesson but i absolutely did #edit again: also npc and enemy phase deaths that are rly dumb are also valid i need those too

[halinski]

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#wow #still sensibly chuckling at the cashier the other day who asked for ID the other day when i bought a bottle of booze #and then went #and stared at me dumbfounded for 10 seconds #and u was like itching to get my ID back #and i wa slike yeah i know i seem younger #(never minding being covered in tattoos which are also allowed at 18 same as hard liquor here) #and the cashier just kept staring at me #and then went 'but you're four years older than me what' #and just couldnt wrap her head around it #this is why i get anxious about buying alcohol #bc it requires a lot more social energy than i ever have 😭 #just bc i look like a fucking teenager apparently #im turning 27 this year #apparently i look like a decade younger #ignore me

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[chrissfawn]

anything for an A+ .

pairing ;; professor!matt x student!fem!oc

warnings ;; SMUTTTT🤞🤞 , age gap (matt is 27 reader is 22), cursing , making out , oral (m receiving) , p in v , fingering , unprotected sex (pls dont!!) , pet names (princess, sweetheart, etc) , lowercase intended and thats it!

a/n ;; pls bare w me im too shy to write on here but first smut post i hope yall likey!!! this is for my baby kitten whiskers; @mattsluttywaist and @cheetahmadi 🥳🥳 also this looked better in drafts

pink: you

blue: matt

. . . . .

“remember, no talking during the test.” was what pulled me out of the trance that i was in. i blinked as i noticed that i was staring at my professor for the entire time he talked about the test we were about to take. professor matthew was walking around the class to give everyone the papers.

“if i catch you talking, i will invalidate your test.” i let out a loud sigh as he placed the paper infront of me, remembering me of the last time that i accidentally spoke during an exam and it led me to get a zero. “yes sir.” i picked up my pencil from my pencil case and started to write my name.

a few hours felt like 10 minutes when my professor said that time was up. i looked down at my test for it not to be completed. “fuck.” i mumbled under my breath. my fingers flipped through the pages to see how many questions i had left. many students had started to walk down to the professors desk to turn it in, soon i was the last student in the class.

“ms. stallord, i said time was up.” he spoke, walking up to my desk. i groan and slouch into my chair. “sir, please is it okay if i finish this after school? i cant afford to fail.” i pout as i looked up at him, his arms crossed with his sleeves rolled up. the brunette shook his head, trying to think of something.

“lets do this.” matt said as he grabbed the packet of paper and walked back to his desk, signaling for me to follow him. i swallowed the lump in my throat while walking close enough to him that i could smell his cologne.

i watched him sit down in his desk and taking out what i assumed was the packet with the answers. the classroom remained quiet for a few minutes, the brunette probably grading what i had done. “C-“ he finally spoke up. i roll my eyes and let out a frustrated whine. “seriously??” matt took off his glasses, “its still passing.” he shrugged. i bit my bottom lip and let it bounce back as i thought. “is there anything i can do at all for extra credit?” i asked, tilting my head to the left and taking a seat next to his desk matt let his glasses on top of his head and pressed his fingers against his mouth. “hmmm, not that i know of, i dont think there is sweetheart.” he replied calmly. my heart skipped a beat as he called me sweetheart in such a way. “i would do anything sir. i cant have my mom know i got a C- on this exam.” i was practically begging at this point. “you got that grade because you didn’t finish the test, probably because you were looking at me. that correct?” he asked me, his head tilting to the side with a cocky smirk spread on his lips. i blinked rapidly when i heard what he had said. but to make it worse, he wasn’t lying. i wasn’t even looking, i was staring. “s-sorry what sir?” i muttered quickly. “you really don’t think i notice ms. stallord?” he chuckled a little bit. i stayed quiet, my cheeks a pink hue.

“now that i pointed it out, you stay silent huh?” matthew stated, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly. “no thats not it um.” i spoke quietly. “i don’t really mean to stare its just that uhm. you are very attractive.. sir.” the sentences left my mouth in a sheepish shaky tone. he laughed quietly to my embarrassment. “dont worry about it. i dont mind.” the brunette said, adjusting his seat so he was closer to me now. god i wanted to kiss him so bad. “o-oh okay, im glad sir.” i replied quietly, my eyes flickering to his lips and my tongue licking my lips to rehydrate them. “please, call me matt.” he mumbled, looking at my eyes then my lips. i listened to my gut and leaned in for a kiss, surprisingly getting one from him back.

my eyes fluttered shut, my heart pounding against my chest as my hands found their way to his loose brunette locks that i messed with slightly. matt nibbled on my bottom lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth. i whined softly, now somehow getting ontop of his lap. my legs were now wrapped around his hips and my hands rested on his shoulders. goosebumps covered each piece of skin matt had been touching. i felt one of his hands slide underneath my shirt, i shivered slightly at how cold his hand actually was.

his mouth detached from mine and he started to leave wet open mouthed kisses along my jawline and neck. small moans come out of my mouth as he did so, my hand trailed up to his head and i started to scratch his scalp gently. “will this make up the C-, sir?” i asked in an innocent tone as i looked down at him. “if you kneel for me, perhaps.” matt whispered, letting go of my hips and resting his hands back on the arm rests. i smirked with an obedient nod as i slid off of his lap and in between his legs. i kneeled in between his clothed thighs, my hands sliding up and down on them softly. i unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down and threw them somewhere in the classroom.

matt was left in his light grey boxers that had a small dark stain from his pre-cum on them. my fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers and i pulled them down. his 7.4in slapped my face lightly as soon as i took off his boxers.

my mouth began to practically drool as soon as i saw him fully. i wrapped my cold palm around his base firmly and stroked him slowly. i made sure to make my thumb slide right through his slit.

“fuckk.” he whined, looking down at me. i looked up at him with innocent doe eyes as my hand began to stroke him up and down a bit more quicker now. i kissed his tip before taking him entirely in my mouth.

i felt his hand turn down to my hair, he grasped it and made it into a makeshift ponytail. my tongue slid over the head of his cock as i bopped my head up and down. i heard a string of swears pouring out of matt’s name while he began to thrust his ups upward. “fuck fuck yes yes.” the brunette groaned out. he started to twitch in my mouth which told me that he was getting close. soon enough, he spewed his cum down my throat. his cock left my mouth with a wet pop. i rubbed off any of his white liquid that was on my mouth. “you did so well.” he purred, i kissed his tip one last time and earning a small whine from him.

i stood back up and before i could say anything, he grabbed me and sat me down on his lap. “oh princess im not done with you.” the brunette said, placing his hands on my hips. my core was begging for any sort of friction.

matt’s hand slid underneath my skirt, his thumb rubbed over my clothed clit gently. a small whine left my lips as i tried to balance myself by having my hands on his shoulders. he hooked his slender fingers on my panties and he pushed them to the side. “your so wet already sweetheart.” he cooed, his fingers tracing my entrance. “dont tease.” i begged with my eyes fixating onto his face. matt tilted his head to the side as he slowly shoved his digits inside of my cunt.

his fingers slid easily in and out of me, they curled against my g-spot occasionally. i bit my bottom lip to hold back my small whimpers as i clenched around him. “oh shit.” i breathed out, my head leaning back slightly. matt thrusted his fingers in and out while the familiar knot started to form in my stomach. his slender digits continued to stab my pussy, but before i could finish on them he slid them out. “why’d you stop?” i pout with a small whimper. “not letting you finish just yet sweetheart.” matt spoke softly as he aligned his tip with my cunt.

before anything else, he slowly thrusted into me. as soon as he was inside of me, i made sure to squeeze around him perfectly. “tell me when i can move.” the brunette whispered so i could get a chance to adjust to his size. matt’s finger tips grazed my hips gently, his eyes fixated on my face. “o-okay.” a shaky moan left my lips. with no hesitation, he started to thrust in and out of me.

i leaned my head back when his tip kissed my sweet spot within every thrust. matt rested his hands against my hips a bit more roughly as he rutted his hips into mine. god he was so deep inside of me. i guess i was being a little bit too loud that caused matt to shove two of his fingers down my throat. “gotta be quiet baby.” he whispered, still plunging himself into my wet core. i coated his digits with my salvia, using the opportunity to do so. “m’so close sir.” i whine out when matt slid his fingers out of my mouth. his tip stabbed my cervix a few more times before the knot in my stomach started to form again. i felt him twitching inside of me, letting me know that he was about to cum again. “cum for me sweetheart.” he moaned out as his hips began to stutter into mine.

after a few more thrusts, i came all over his cock. it wasn’t too long before matt came deep inside of me ether. he fucked me through our high before he pulled himself out. “so, can i get an A+ now?” i asked with a small smirk spread on my face. “yes, you can sweetheart.”

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a/n part 2: i started writing this at 4am and i finished at 4pm 😭😭 sorry if this isnt that good i hate writing fics publicly 😕

#sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #i need him #haven yaps

[melobin]

behind the screen 𐙚 sungchan smau #27

✧ camgirl reader x roommate sungchan

✧ synopsis. in which sungchan discovers his favorite camgirl also happens to be his roommate

✧ wc. 2.9k

✧ warnings. smut, light choking, unprotected sex, semi-public sex.

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“you look so pretty” you giggled as you got into sungchan’s car, closing the door behind you and turning to where he was sat in the drivers seat.

“you saw me this morning”

“so?” he lifted a hand to cup your cheek in his hand, thumb gently rubbing over your skin as you nuzzled your cheek against his hand “you always look pretty” he leaned over the centre console of the car to kiss you, his lips were soft against yours. you giggled as he pulled away, sungchan looked at you with a sweet smile on his face “you’re so giggly”

“im happy”

“i am too” he leaned back in his seat, his hand falling onto your thigh as he pulled the car out of its parking spot and began to drive. you leaned the side of your head against your seat as you watched him, his thumb brushed over your thigh every so often as he navigated the roads. you thought it was a great day to wear a skirt.

sungchan was undeniably handsome, his jaw clenched slightly as he kept his eyes on the road and his bicep flexed as he gripped the steering wheel. you almost found yourself pressing your thighs together at the sight of him but you stopped yourself, his thumb running over your inner thigh reminded you of just how close to you he was.

“everything okay?”

“hmm?” his question broke your trance, you almost felt embarrassed when he laughed at you.

“you seem out of it”

“i just got distracted” you looked down at where his hand sat against your thigh, bringing your own hand down to place on top of it, curling your fingers around his whilst doing so.

“what’s on your mind?”

“nothing special” he turned to look at you as he stopped at a red light.

“you were staring”

“was not” he raised an eyebrow at you and laughed, turning his head back to the road.

“we’re almost there, no need to get embarrassed now” you looked back down at where your hand sat atop of his, opting to not look in his direction for the remainder of the drive to save any pieces of sanity you had left.

your skin felt cold once sungchan removed his hand from your thigh, only for your body to heat up once he placed his arm behind your seat and look behind himself so he could reverse into the parking spot. you let yourself look at him again and regretted it instantly, you could have cursed him for being so attractive.

you kept your head forward as he parked the car, not risking looking at him again and not wanting to be caught staring at him, again. sungchan laughed to himself when he saw your eyes focused directly ahead of you, he could feel the heat radiating off of your body onto his arm that sat behind you. you were cute, he thought.

“stay here for a second” you tilted your head to the side as he spoke to you, parting your lips to question him but not being able to due to him already being out of the car. a few moments later he appeared outside of your window with a smile on his face, he opened the car door before stepping back to allow you to step out of the car “my lady” he bowed slightly, you narrowed your eyes at him and laughed.

“you fucking nerd” he closed the car door and laughed loudly, he placed his hand on your back as he guided you into the restaurant he had picked out for lunch. it wasn’t anything special, in fact it was the palace the two of you normally found yourselves in when you went out to lunch together. yet, something about being there this time felt different.

sungchan kept the gentleman act going all the way to the table, pulling out your chair, helping you tuck it in once you’ve sat down, handing you your menu and then holding your hand over the table. his actions made you feel shy and you worried that you weren’t hiding it as well as you thought you were when he looked at you.

“you look so pretty”

“you’ve said”

“so? i’m telling you again” you struggled to hide the smile that was creeping onto your face as he looked at you, his thumb ran over the back of your hand as he spoke.

“you look very pretty too sungchan” he giggled and you felt your blood run hot. it seemed somewhat impossible to you that you had gone from squeezing your thighs together at the sight of him in his car to fighting back your smile from how cute he was at the table. you had a sinking feeling that sungchan was going to be more dangerous for your heart than you had first anticipated.

“do you want me to order for you?”

“if you wouldn’t mind” he smiled at your reply, thumb stroking the back of your hand one last time before he pulled his hand away to look at his own menu, eyes peaking over it to look at you every few moments. sungchan wasn’t sure about much but he was sure that he was prepared to give you the world and anything else you wanted alongside of it.

dinner went by like a breeze, sungchan paid just as he promised, he held your hand as you stood up from your chair and opened your door for you, again, when you returned to the car. there was a sense of sorrowness around you two as you returned to your office building, neither of you had wanted your time together to end.

“we live together sungchan, you’ll see me later” his fingers laced through yours over the centre console of the car, he leaned the side of his head against the head rest of his chair and looked at you, his eyes sparkled in the sun that was shining through the windshield.

“at least let me walk you up, you still have like 20 minutes don’t you?”

“fine, but don’t make me late” he smiled as he got out of the car, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you walked into the building.

“have fun?” you smiled at chaewon as she leant against her desk.

“always”

“wonbin will be happy” she gestured to the boy who was leaning against you causing him to respond.

“don’t worry i’ll tell eunseok you said hi” his response prompted her to close her lips and narrow her eyes at him, you laughed as the two of you walked past her.

“eunseok” he shrugged his shoulders as the two of you stopped at the elevator “you’re coming up?”

“for a little, if that’s okay” you nodded and stepped into the empty lift, he stepped in beside you, letting you press the button.

the moment the door closed sungchan turned to you, his hands fell to your waist and he pressed you against the wall, your arms laced around his neck as he kissed you. the kiss was deep, his tongue pressed against yours and he groaned whilst dropping one of his hands to your ass, squeezing the muscle through your skirt.

“have i told you how pretty you look?” he broke the kiss for barely a second to speak.

“about three times”

“good because you look so fucking good” you moaned against his lips when he pulled you closer to him “spent the whole of lunch thinking about pushing up your skirt and bending you over the table” you whimpered again, finally breaking the kiss to pull away and look at him.

“you can’t fuck me in the office sungchan” he groaned and buried his head in your neck.

“no one will notice i promise i’ll be quick” he lifted his head to look down at you “i’ll make you feel good, promise” you pushed him away as you neared your floor and looked at him before sighing.

“there’s an employee bathroom that’s usually locked, wonbin has the key i’ll get it from him” sungchan smiled sweetly at you, not the kind of smile you would expect from him after telling him he can fuck you in the bathroom at your workplace. the elevator doors opened to let the two of you out, you promptly made your way over to wonbin’s desk with sungchan following closely behind.

“can i have the bathroom key?”

“what for? you never use that bathroom” wonbin looked from you to the boy who stood behind you, waving back as sungchan greeted him before laughing “you’re serious?”

“very”

“you slut”

“just give me the key wonbin” sungchan laughed at your interaction “will be quick, sungchan just needs to pee” wonbin nodded, the expression on his face showing how unconvincing your excuse was.

“go now if you want to be back before your lunch break ends” you nodded and walked to the bathroom. the door locked behind you only a moment before sungchan pressed you against the wall, hands falling straight to your waist as he kissed you again.

“you brought a condom right?” ’sungchan broke the kiss and panicked at your question, guilt flashing over his face “you done all this and brought no condoms?”

“i didn’t plan to fuck you here”

“i don’t believe that” he kissed you again, softer than before, he slowly parted your lips before speaking sweetly to you.

“i won’t cum inside of you, promise” you looked at him momentarily, eyes tracing the features of his face.

“i’ll kill you if you do” he smiled before kissing you one last time.

the hands sungchan held on your waist turned you around, he pressed your front against the wall and his hands scrambled to push your skirt up. you felt him push down on your lower back causing you to arch it out, sungchan groaned as he looked at the way your underwear hugged your ass. he would’ve gave anything to sink to his knees and press his tongue against your cunt in that moment but he knew better, he knew he had a time limit and he needed nothing more than to have you wrapped around him.

he pressed his fingers over your panties, pushing down against the wet spot that your slick had left behind. his mouth watered at the feeling of your panties sticking to your cunt, he could feel how wet you were over the fabric, heat radiated out of you. it all only made him harder. he pushed down your underwear, letting them pool sit at your ankles as he spread your legs a little wider. his fingers reached around and found your clit, he circled the slick bud a few times whilst undoing his jeans with his other hand. you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against the wall, your balled your hands into fists and bit down in your lower lip. you knew you couldn’t make a sound and you feared just how difficult that would be once he pushed his cock inside of you.

sungchan pulled his fingers from your clit in order to release his cock from his briefs. he was hard, almost painfully so at that point, the excitment of fucking you in such a public place went right to his cock. he knew getting caught would be the worst thing possible, especially for you, but there was a thrill in the air that filled sungchan with anticipation and need.

he fisted his cock in his hand, the slick that you’d left on his fingers was spread alongside the side of his cock. he let go of it, bringing his hand round under your mouth.

“spit, baby” you collected as much saliva as you could in your mouth before spitting it onto his hand, the action felt so crude and dirty, you almost moaned after doing it.

he brought his hand down to wrap around his cock, holding the base of it before sliding it up to the tip and bringing it back down. sungchan shivered at the thought of your spit coating his cock, almost groaning at the thought of your slick replacing that in a few moments time.

“are you ready?” you hummed, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss under your ear “use your big girl words, baby” you whimpered at his voice, feeling his hand squeeze your ass as he spoke.

“i’m ready channie” he looked down as he guided his cock forward, pressing the head of it against your cunt before pushing himself inside of you.

sungchan moaned into your ear as he sank himself into you, your warm cunt swallowed him. it dawned on you instantly that sungchan would be the one struggling keep himself quiet instead of you. he couldn’t help himself, you wrapped so perfectly around his cock, the raw feeling of your pussy made his legs feel weak and his cock ache. sungchan had imagined feeling your raw cunt around him countless times before but nothing compared to the actual feeling of it. it was heavenly. sungchan wished that it had happened anywhere other than in the bathroom of your workplace but he wasn’t going to be picky. being inside of you was a dream come true for him no matter where the two of you were, raw or protected.

“god you feel so fucking good” he moaned again, bucking his hips forward so you could take all of him. you bit down on your lip as he filled you up, swallowing back your own moans as he began to fuck you. he reached a hand back around your body to attach his fingers to your clit, keeping his promise of making you feel good as he began to rub them against the bud in time with his thrusts. his other hand wrapped around your throat, fingers lightly pressing into your skin as he fucked you.

sungchan whimpered into your ear as you clenched around him, trying to keep himself quiet as he fucked you harder. there was a light sound on your skin slapping together echoing throughout the room but neither of you could care in the moment, sungchan’s cock made you feel like nothing else ever had and you made sungchan feel like a broken man. literally.

he struggled to keep himself together as he buried himself deeper inside of you, the more he fucked you the more ruined he began to feel. your cunt wept onto his cock, your wetness made it easy for his fingers to glide over your clit in quick circles.

“i’m gonna cum” you whined out, your body growing hotter and your legs beginning to feel unsteady as sungchan brought you closer to the edge. he was just as desperate as you were, he felt as if he was sweating as he fought off his orgasm, wanting to keep his promise of not cumming inside of you.

sungchan fucked you through your orgasm, being eager to feel you squeezing his cock tightly as you let yourself go and finish around him.

the moment you whimpered from overstimulation sungchan pulled out of you, your hand wrapped around his cock before he could do it himself. you turned around shakily and leaned your back against the wall, jerking him off whilst he placed both of his hands on the wall either side of your head. you let him rest his head against your shoulder as your hand moved on his cock. you could hear him whimper as he began to release over your hand, some of his cum dropped onto your thigh, his whimpers stopped as your hand slowed down, his breathing was heavy. he let out a deep breath as he lifted his head to look at you, he kissed you gently before he stumbled away to get tissue to help you clean up. after pulling your panties up and fixing your skirt he looked at you sheepishly, fixing his own jeans as he prepared to leave the room.

“i’ll go first, i’ll see you tonight sungchan” you smiled at him as you placed your hand on the door handle, there was a slight limp in your step that you could only pray wouldn’t be seen by anyone in the office. sungchan watched as you left the room, smiling sweetly at you as you shut the door behind you. he let out a deep breath, shaking his head and laughing to himself as he made his way out of the room and to the elevator.

he was overwhelmed, surprised that things had happened so quickly between the two of you but he wasn’t disappointed about it. he loved every second of his time with you, he loved being able to reminisce about it too and he hated being interrupted when he was thinking about you, just like he was when a hand stopped the elevator from shutting

“sungchan?”

“anton? what are you doing here?”

“i was about to ask you the same thing” sungchan narrowed his eyes at the boy as he pressed the ground floor button.

“i dropped y/n off after we had lunch” anton nodded.

“i was here to see my dad” sungchan nodded back, there was an air of awkwardness surrounding the two, sungchan decided the best thing to do was get back to work where he wouldn’t be left alone with the younger boy.

“i’ll drop you back to work, come on”.

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i have a genuine question. i promise i am not at all trying to defend him. ive dropped him entirely, literally deleted everything i had of him and unliked his songs.

ive just been wondering like considering that he has been in therapy, and also considering how if he does take a year off and then comes back, why cant it be redeemable? like cant people change? cant we give them second chances? he is 27. is he just doomed to be an abuser forever?

its just scary and im asking as like a younger person who is in my very early 20s. i know ive made mistakes. i know ive not been a good partner or friend sometimes. (and yes i was also abusive to a past partner...im not proud of it and ive learned from it. i have never ever touched anyone in that way after that. it took awhile but my current relationship isnt toxic and i would never hurt anyone or hit them again yknow?) and it scares me that people keep insinuating that he is irredeemable. like cant abusers change and become better? dont they get second chances? if shelby has grown and healed in 10 months wouldn't it be fair to say the same for wilbur?

im just genuinely asking because based on everything i believe you are older than me and im looking for guidance and just...idk im scared. growing up on the internet has made me so scared of making mistakes and doing anything wrong because when it happens to others i look up to, its always treated as something they'll never be able to change or improve. makes me feel like imma just be a horrible person forever because i made mistakes in the past.

This is a really complicated question that multiple answers can validly fit.

I don't think, personally, that anyone is irredeemable. I think everyone is on a journey of forgiveness and some of us may need more grace than others.

This is tw// abuse even more than the current topic, but my mom was incredibly abusive. We lived in a very rural area and she had a lot of undiagnosed problems and trauma of her own that created a pressure pot of issues. After I was born, she suffered through full on post-partum psychosis that nearly ended about as well as that sentence implies it could have. She was incredibly violent, controlling, and cruel for years. My sister went no-contact with her the second she turned 18. A significant event occurred that eventually spurned her into seeking real treatment that lasted for years. It's still ongoing.

My sister is also still no contact and I support her decision 100%. Those are her wounds and what she needed to do to get peace should be respected. I decided I wanted a relationship with the person who came out of all that work and, even then, it's been hard. I don't know if she's redeemed herself, and my god do we still have bumps in the road, but I support her for trying.

With Wilbur, how he responds to this is going to really impact a lot of things. I mean, I know no matter how he responds I won't be going on whatever journey of redemption and healing he has to go through. I'm tired and I feel hurt enough. I would think, if he wanted to show he was sincere, admitting what happened would be a great sense of closure for a lot of people who put time and energy and faith into this guy for years.

Not every person that causes harm is inherently evil, but there has to be some kind of knowledge that you're aware of the harm you've caused. No one is stuck as anything forever, life is constantly moving, and most people aren't saying his life is just over. You can work on yourself. You can change. And I'm saying that specifically to you, anonymous.

(Saying this, actually, there ARE people who would argue once you've done x you're beyond redemption based entirely on their life experiences as a victim, personal histories and many other factors. Kinda like my sister, that's their choice. And you have to accept that sometimes you fuck up so badly that you will permanently lose some people from your life. But your life isn't over.)

But I do think, regardless of what he says or does about this, his time of controlling a large platform is at an end. He can still do a lot of things in his life after he works on himself -- editing, song producing, directing, writing or whatever -- but being in charge of a large impressionable audience that could enable more destructive behaviors is just not it.

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agape- nicholas britell

summary: miles is takin down ur braids 

published: july 27, 2023

warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes

sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me

w/c: 1.5 k

reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3

i think this something every black boy be needin deep down

“Stop movin, ma” 

“It’s knotty,” 

“You had these in for how long?” 

Silence. 

“There's your answer right there, mama,”  

“Sorry,” 

“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,” 

Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore. 

“Miles?” 

He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back  

“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,” 

“Shut up” 

“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” 

“Nuh-uh,” 

“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.” 

“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist 

“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap. 

“Stop doin that shit, ma” 

“What?” 

“Talkin all crazy like that,” 

“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,” 

“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,” 

“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?” 

“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”  

“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,” 

“It’s nothin,” 

You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment. 

“Ion like this,” 

“What?” 

“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,” 

“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,” 

“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?” 

“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,” 

“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.  

“Baby, I’m all for that but–” 

“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?” 

A silence. 

“Baby.” 

“What?” 

“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,” 

“Aint nobody say allat–” 

“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?” 

“Ma–” 

“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,” 

“You done?” 

“Yeah,”  

“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.  

“ ‘s oil all up on my hands” 

“No me importa ma, come up on here,”  

Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes. 

“Talk to me, mama,” 

“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.” 

“Why you even talk like this to me?” 

“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,” 

At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up. 

“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,” 

You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.

“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”  

“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,” 

“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,” 

“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,” 

“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,” 

Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.” 

“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.  

“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,” 

“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart. 

“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,” 

He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.  

“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,” 

“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes. 

“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”  

His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek. 

“I love you,” 

And then he’s sobbing. 

“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child. 

He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot. 

Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you. 

“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest. 

“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay? 

He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes. 

“You so beautiful Miles.” 

And this time, he nods. 

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Sex Questions Part 1 (first 30 100% honest answers only).

Do you like kissing with a lot or little tongue?

Depends the person but I like deep tongue kisses mainly.

2) Which parts of your body do you like to have kissed?

Neck or inner thigh, I will melt instantly.

3) What’s your favourite part about having quickies?

The thrill of being able to not hold back and go crazy on each other.

4) How do you like your breasts and nipples played with?

Absolutely love it.

5) Do you like being spanked?

Yes, I like it as hard as possible so I feel the sting for days and sit their dumb brain at work thinking about it.

6) Do you like spanking others?

Sometimes if I’m being dom.

7) Do you find yourself more dominant or submissive during sex?

Ok so here the thing. I can switch depending the partner but primarily I’m a dom outside of bed and an extreme sub in bed.

8) Do you like role play?

I do indeed it can make things very fun.

9) Do you like calling guys “Daddy?”

Only the man who owns me will ever be daddy when i’m owned. I’m loyal type.

10) What names do you like to be called during sex?

Anything derogatory or degrading as well as princess and babydoll.

11) How much eye contact do you like to have during sex?

Honestly I love it a lot because I love seeing my partners pleasure on his face and I also love him to stare me down like a hungry beast.

12) How long do you usually like to have sex for?

!!AS.LONG.AS.POSSIBLE!!

13) What’s something sexual you hesitated to try but ended up loving?

Anal, CNC, Breeding, Wateraports, Knifeplay, Most things tbh.

14) What’s something sexual you thought you’d love, but ending up not caring for?

I mean there is nothing really that I have tried… few things that I haven’t tried cause I know I won’t like them.

15) What, if anything, do you like about having threesomes?

Ok so hear me out…. So hypocritical I know but I will not ever share my man when in relationship. I’m possessive as hell! But I’m ok with him sharing me but I will always give him my main focus.

16) Do you like watching other people have sex?

I’d rather be doing it but I guess it’s fine for solo play.

17) Do you like being watched having sex?

Im an exhibitionist so yes, public sex is also a massive turn on for me.

18) What are your favourite sex positions?

That’s hard to choose tbh because I love all of it. I guess face down pushed into the floor and ass up having my holes used and abused. I love some CNC.

19) What makes you orgasm the fastest?

Choking me and treating me like a worthless whore.

20) Have you ever tried anal? Would you want to try?

Yes and I love it. I also enjoy DP.

21) Do you like anal play on a man?

Depends the partner to be honest but I have done it when they like it.

22) Would you ever want to try pegging?

I have pegged someone before and it’s fine with me. My partner at the time wanted to try it so I was happy to let him experience it.

23) Do you like being choked during sex?

HELL YES! This is absolute.

24) Do you like choking your partner during sex?

I can at times, or suffocating him with my ass.

25) What type of porn turns you on?

CNC, Public, Rough, Domination, Gameshow/TV, Time stop, kink related stuff like water sports rubbing / grinding and the list goes on……

26) Which are your favourite sex toys to masturbate with?

Lush 3 currently but I want a fuck machine.

27) Which sex toys do you like to use during sex?

All of them lol, use whatever you want on me.

28) Do you like having sex in the shower?

Yes I do, spas are good too!

29) How would you respond if a couple approached you to be their third?

Depends the people tbh and depends my status at the time.

30) How do you like to have your vagina stimulated manually?

Let me sit on your face while you suck the chaos out from between my legs.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜

#kinkcommunity #kink content #kink culture #princess kink #bd/sm kink #big tiddy goth girl #big tiddy goth gf #bd/sm babygirl #alternative girl #bd/sm kitten #bdsmkink #big tiddy witch #big tiddy community #big tiddy gf #simp for me #me #mine #big tiddy committee #big round butt #bisexual #bimbo doll #breeding k1nk #cnc kidnapping #r@pe kink #cnc k!nk #breeding toy #nsft brat #cnc brat #daddy’s brat #bratlife

[arachnoia]

holy shock ➶ . ˚ ༉‧₊˚ˑ༄ؘ | miguel o’hara

miguel o’hara x fem! reader (nsfw!)

a/n: literally I love you guys smmmm! i’m so glad you guys loved ‘gone’ 🥹 here’s pt 2!

again im trying new things bc im not rlly a smut writer but if y’all want smut, im down to write it! it’s j not my strong suit and y’all can prob tell.

ILL SHUT UP! ENJOY!

warnings- this has a lil nsfw, p in v, lil bit of angst, untranslated spanish, second part to gone

pt1- ‘gone’ pt3- ‘finally’

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“HE TOLD YOU HE DIDN’T YOU IN HIS LIFE? WHAT?” Peter looked at you wide-eyed and Mayday raised her eyebrows even though she has no idea what was going on. But her dad sounding shocked was enough to get a surprised reaction from her.

“Sort of…” you whispered. You kept looking at the sun’s glare, as if it had the solution to your crumbling “love life”.

“What do you think we were, Peter? What is your perspective? Why was Miguel your first thought?” You remarked. You felt your voice slightly crack from your questions thrown at Peter.

You also felt a little irrational.

You were angry too.

Not at Peter of course, but of how pathetic you think you look right now.

A slew of emotions piled onto you suddenly, all negative.

“Y/n…Aren’t you guys best friends?” His answer shocked you when it shouldn’t.

If you said yes, you wouldn’t be lying because that’s how your relationship looked like. But it’s not how it felt. It felt like something more.

“You could say that,” You said, glancing at the hyper cars from below.

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“Thank you…”

Miguel looked startled as he turned in your direction below. “For what?”

“Saving me. My thigh feels better and thank you for uh, saving me,” You yelled, smiling awkwardly. Hopefully he couldn’t tell how nervous you were from up there.

Miguel leaned his head to behind you, “What do you have there ?”

“Oh, fuck right! Uh, these are for you,” You swung up and held out a plastic white bag, plastered with “THANK YOU”s and “GRACIAS”s.

You felt so stupid.

You sounded so stupid.

He probably thought you were stupid too.

“I- uh…got you some empanadas. I know you like them from Doña Rosa’s restaurant, so…here.” Miguel’s eyebrows were raised and he chuckled. “You didn’t have to, Y/l/n.”

Stuttering? Really?

You blushed and felt nervous. He’s your best friend?? Why are you feeling this way??

You retracted your arm with the bag before Miguel grabbed your arm and sucked his teeth. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t take them now, Y/n.”

Your face felt like it was on fucking FIRE.

“Gracias hermosa,” He said smiling and snatching the bag quickly.

He said it in a teasing way, which lead you even more confused as to what the hell it meant translated.

You tilted your head in confusion, “What does that mean?”

What if he said he didn’t like them?

WHAT IF HE THOUGHT YOU SOUNDED LIKE AN IDIOT?!

He turned around and shrugged. “Means ‘thanks bud’. So thanks, bud.”

His nonchalant tone made you bite the inside of your cheek as you frowned at him, who was already opening up the bag of empanadas and munching on a fig one.

“Yeah, you’re welcome, bud.”

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“I just need time to breathe and take a minute, Peter. It’s not every day one of your best friends just tells you ‘Oh! You’re dead to me, you bastard, I hate you, I want you gone from my life!’ That just doesn’t happen,” you said, feeling an immense wave of sorrow hitting you, replacing the anger that was just there.

Peter, in his 38 years of living never ever thought he would be in this situation; giving relationship advice to his 27-year-old colleague.

“Have you tried talking to him about it?” That was the first thing to mind. As you can tell, he isn’t really good at this.

“Well yeah-“

“How did it go?”

You glared are him and your tone turned sarcastic, “How does it look like it went?”

The sky’s sunset looked beautiful. It had an array of warm and gorgeous reds, pinks, oranges, and yellows, with a hint of violet.

“Well, he blocked my number! He unfollowed me on his super duper secret Instagram-”

“Wait what? Miguel has Instagram? He’s such a…”

You laughed a bit, “…Deadkill? Why? Is it because he has the humor of an 80-year-old man? He’s not that boring, Peter. He has social media.”

“Y/n. The man says ‘Oh shock!’ Like man, just say oh shi-” Peter stopped and looked at Mayday, who was already looking up at him and was smiling cutely.

“I mean ‘oh shiitake mushrooms’…”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Well he cut off all communication from me! The bastard even blocked me on SPOTIFY. He deleted our shared playlist-”

“Woah. WOAH! Shared playlist? Me n MJ do that!” he gushed.

You nodded, “And he was the one who added the majority of the songs. Pinche puto.”

“Yeah, yeah. Um Y/n, hey I don’t know. Talk to him?” He said, giving you a sassy tone with his hands on his hips. ”Peter, you’re setting me up for failure…”

“It would be, you know, more real if you just talked it over. I’m not sure about the whole picture as to what happened between you two but Miguel has always been so…depressing and you really did brighten up his life to some extent.”

“Right-”

“Hey, before you start being all mopey, just talk it out. I know Miguel just wouldn’t be irrational because he’s just a very level-minded person.”

If only he was…

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“You didn’t want to laugh. But the more he dramatically moved his hips, the less control you had until you busted out cackling.

You caught him dancing to Bachata while he was washing dishes in his apartment.

Why were you in his apartment? You came unannounced to hang out, thinking he wouldn’t really care, until you walked into him dancing to his bachata playlist.

“You should definitely teach me. I see you listening to this all the time,” you said, giggling.

He jumped and turned around, giving you a scowl. “Ay dios, what are you doing here?”

You walked infront of him and put your finger against his lips, “Shh. You should definitely teach me how to dance this.”

He stopped and gazed at you for a few seconds before he went over which led you to twirling around and him having his hands resting at your hips as he helped you sway them.

You were going to probably scream into your pillow once you got home and cry since you’ve been going at this for 30 minutes.

You felt kind of bad feeling that way about your best friend, but holy-

The current song stopped and you felt his breath against your ear as he whispered, “I can hear your heart beating fast. Are you alright?”

HOLY SHOCK?

“I-“

Before you said anything, he interrupted you just studying your facial features. He studied your lips, nose, beauty marks. The silence was then caught off by him kissing you.

You felt your heart stop for a second before you returned the kiss.

He pulled away and smiled, “I see that you didn’t try to stop me, hermosa.”

HOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCK

“I don’t think I should stop you,” you whispered, getting a low chuckle from him before he carried you bridal style towards his sleeping quarters and laid you on his bed. He barely came back from a mission and was still in his suit while you were in your regular clothing.

“I see, you like calling me ‘hermosa’? What does that mean?”

He smirked at you and pointed at you, “It means beautiful, just like you.”

You got up a bit from your laid position and kissed him even harder, pulling his weight on top of you as you both were drowning in each other.

“Oh fuckkk…” He groaned, squeezing your ass before he started attacking your neck, leaving you with red and purple love bites. He reached for your collarbone and stopped.

“W-Why’d you stop,” you whined. You didn’t know what to feel at this point. Here you were, with your best friend who you had a crush on, making out in his bed. Did he feel the same way? You had to pinch yourself before you could decide it was an illusion.

It wasn’t.

“I need permission. Can you-“

Before he responded, you took off your shirt and slid down your pants, leaving you in your panties and bra. “Continue.”

He smiled and started to play with your clit and kissed you at the same time, as you moaned in the kiss.

“F-Fuck, O’Hara-“ you moaned

It’s safe to say that you still couldn’t believe what happened next when he asked for permission again.

He pushed a button from his watch, placing it on his nightstand to reveal his almost godly sculpted body…and his very, very long member.

Your eyes couldn’t help but widen, which he noticed and chucked.

“Do you think you take it?“

“I don’t know, but I can try,” you muttered. You didn’t know what just happened with your newly found confidence but you were rolling with it.

He ripped your panties off and put a condom on. He then, aligned his erected member to your vagina and went in.

“It hurts-“ you whined before he kissed you.

“Just take it, you’re doing good right now, cariño.” He said as he moaned a bit, enjoying how tight you feel around him.

‘Cariño’…that was new.

That’s what Doña Rosa called her husband whenever he came at random times in her restaurant when the two of you were ordering empanadas.

That’s what lovers call each other, right?

It didn’t take long for you to almost pass out from his girth entering in and out, giving you a wave of euphoria and a bit of pain.

Your mind was rushing at different places, all while hearing his little grunts and moans.

You were probably going to be sore tomorrow but it’s fine.

“I’m- I’m about to-“

“Yeah, me too,” he said before you both finished, feeling him fill you up.

“Shhh, sleep. You need rest now,” he said as he kissed your forehead and your eyes fluttered. He wrapped his sheets on you and patted your head. You softly smiled. It smelled like him and it smelled so good.

You recall him putting on some clothes and leaving, but thought he would come back.

You realized he didn’t when you woke up.

The only thing he left was a note on the other side of the bed you laid on, telling you that he felt every emotion opposite for love towards you. He wanted you to be gone from his life.

All you could do was just stare at a wall and cry.

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“Peter…are you sure that talking to him in person would help? I’m just-“

“Nervous? Yeah I get it. When me and MJ had our troubles, it’s always best to talk it out. Look at me now!”

“Peter, I’m looking at you and all I see is a middle-aged man in a superhero costume with a pink bathrobe, raccoon eyes, and a baby.”

Peter glared at you and rolled his eyes, “Wow I’m offended-“

You put up your arms, “Hey I’m sorry but that’s what I saw!”

“Mhm? Well, just talk to him. If he told you that in person-“

“He didn’t…”

Peter fumed, “Stop interrupting meeeee! Alright. That makes more sense then, honestly.”

You raised your eyebrow, “What do you mean by that?”

"What exactly did he do?"

You stared at him blankly, "He wrote a note.”

Peter scoffed and smiled cockily, “Miguel isn’t the type to do that stuff in writing!”

You cocked your head towards Peter, “And? What are you trying to say?”

Peter chuckled, “He didn’t mean it! That’s what it meant!”

You felt like your brain cells might have died from the statement Peter made.

What the fuck?

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yeah idk what I just wrote either.

tags ❤️‍🔥 (some don’t work and i’m so sorry 😭)

—— @catr4dora @leftcupcakedefendor @ushygushybaby @viriexo

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[yoursweetinoccentdreams]

That Pretty Red Dress.

Pairings: toji! x fem reader.

Warnings: too lazy to put this reader is like 25 and toji is like 27-28 OK OK and also MERRY FUCKIN CHRISTMAS (SORRY IM RLLLLLYY LATE I STARTED THIS AROUND XMAS SOO TECHINCALLLLYYY ITS STILL XMAS TIME OK ;-; SORRYYY)

Colors: Red and green regular text, Blue Is Toji and Pink is reader and white is megumi. (it rlly depends on what tumblr app color u have but the light default color is Megumi u got it)

There you were, under the Christmas tree decorating it with ornaments that were made out of blood red plastic, holding little Megumi in your arms while you each pick up the little decorations piece by piece .. in your pretty little red dress, that brought out your curves and big supple breasts that weren't yet filled with milk.

Toji falls in and out of his slumber as he hears little giggles and chuckles, he sighs getting out of bed putting boxers on and heading downstairs. You can hear Toji's HUGE feet plowing down the stairs as he makes his way over to you and Megumi, he kisses Megumi on his temple & then coming up behind you grabbing your waist pulling you in, & giving 2 kisses to your neck.

"G'mornin, you two are up early" "Toji... its 2:30 in the afternoon...." You chuckle sweetly as Megumi nods off to sleep in your arms. "Mama... i sweepy..." Here.. ill take him to sle- Toji offers, No.. babe i got it i have to uhhh... practice.... you say under your breath. You can feel Toji's stupid smirk as you turn your head from him it now settling in your head that you fucked up. "ill be right back let me put him to sleep." You run upstairs while humming a tune to Megumi, setting him down gently in his toddler bed. You dim the lights as you shut the door hearing those gentle little snores you have always loved so much.

You meet Toji downstairs as you walk up to him giving him a gentle kiss before he says, "...what did you mean by practice?... do you mean what I think you meant?? or were you just messin' around." His dark blue eyes linger upon yours as he doesn't take them off you. "oh.. um.. I meant it.." "So you really want kids?" You hesitate to reply to the question, "I mean.. yes but i don't think I'm really fit to be a mom I-" "Bullshit." Toji interrupts "Yer perfect, everything about you, yer already such a good mom to Megumi, i don't want to pressure you but I'm ready when you are.."

You swallow thickly always wanting a child but never thinking you were good enough to handle such a responsibility. "I'm 25 toji.. don't you think I'm too old?.. your ex wife was 20 when she had Meg..." "She doesn't matter to me anymore okay?... your fuckin beautiful.. how many times do I have to get that thru your thick fuckin skull?" Toji sighs, "Do I have to show you how beautiful you are?" Toji being toji he already knew the answer.

He kissed you deeply and- "Strip." he stated blankly, you could almost laugh in his face for being so stoic. You start taking your Dress off knowing to not to give him any backtalk. As your fully unclothed in front of him he grabs your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. "beautiful".. He whispers. He slaps your ass leaving little red marks on your soft supple skin. "beautiful" he has you straddling him as he picked you up and tossed you on the couch.

He takes his boxers off and slides them down to his ankles, as he cant help but admire you're glistening folds right before him. He kisses your lips before he lowers his head down to suck on your clit. "O-oh fuck Toji..." you moan out in pleasure as he licks and prods his tongue like a prancing reindeer. "Yeah? does that feel good princess? this pussy's all wet and sensitive fr'me... Perfect just how I like it."

You moan at his words like a pornstar "H-hah!.. D-Don't talk like that T-toji..." you plead. "What?.. is it too.. embarrassing?" He coo's, before you can say another word he stuffs you almost full with 2 fingers you wince at the burning sensation, "Shhhh" he silent's your moans with a kiss "Wouldn't want to wake Megumi... Now would we?" You shake your head " N-no..." You blush.

He fingers you with complete strokes, you cover your mouth with both hands. You look up at him with tears in your eyes as you are about to become overstimulated, "You're being such a good girl for me baby, cum for me" He grabs your breasts with the other hand and starts moving them around roughly. "fuck yeah... Gonna get you pregnant nd have these beautiful tits swollen with milk Yeah?, that's what Me and Megumi want... if yer ready wanna give it to us mama?" You could almost imagine having another child with the love of your life, considering Megumi mentioned wanting to have a sibling & you were ovulating so the timing was perfect.

"M-imma cum Toji.." You look down seeing a ring of cum around his fingers, you close your eyes shut thinking about how hes trying to overstimulate you on purpose as if you could feel him smirking at you. As your so close to your high, he fingers you faster, "I'm Cumming!" you're eyes roll back into your head as you try to hold on to something, Not being successful you end up trying to grab the couch, not noticing you're squirting all over Toji's hand. "Fuckkkk ma... that's it.. let go just like that.." "ohh my god.." you say trying to catch your breath. "Alright princess.. Yer.. okay right? " he blushes slightly turning his head acting like he's distracted (AWEE I LOVE SOFT TOJI) "Mhm...." You nod quickly.

Suddenly he gets up stretching his arms and waist, "Are you ready for me princess?" He asks in question,His cock growing painfully hard as he strokes himself aligning his cock with your slit. He looks deep into your eyes and thrusts in gently, waiting until he bottoms out inside of you to get you adjusted. "S-So full..." You whined squeezing ur eyes shut trying to adjust to the pain. "Good girl... takin me so well, fuck mama.."

He praises you as he thrusts into you willingly creating the perfect rhythm and going at the perfect pace. "A-hmmn, Toji! yes! fuckmefuckmefuckme!" You moan with a stream of curses flowing out of your mouth completely forgetting about the toddler upstairs sleeping soundly. Toji puts his hand around you're mouth as you can only be heard by muffled screaming and the sound of Toji's balls hitting your clit repeatedly. "You want me to get you pregnant yeah?, I love you so *thrust* fucking *thrust* much" *thrust*. You can feel yourself coming to your climax as you look down and alas, there's another white ring of cum forming at the base of his cock. "Toji!.. I'm gonna C-cum.. I cant!-" "NO you can.. cmon take it for me, baby.." He pounds you harder, lowering down on top of you as you wrap your legs around his waist trying to desperately hold on. He fucks into you ruthlessly as you nip at his neck and scratch at his back. "fuck... yer so fucking T-tight.."

"mmmm!" you moan to yourself by squeezing your lips together trying to not wake Megumi up. "Im cumming Toji!" You squealed as you could sense a familiar feeling of a knot being tied building up in your core, you gave Toji one more moan as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head squeezing around his waist and hugging him tightly as you reached your climax.

"Thatsss it....." He hisses kissing your neck, " you did so good for me *groan* Princess" He praises you as long ropes of cum spurt inside of you and he goes limp being perfectly satisfied. "M.. Sorry about your back Toji" You apologize willingly as Toji grabs a towel from a freshly washed and dried pile of laundry to cover you up.

"Baby, I'm a sorcerer killer what makes you think I can't handle a couple of scratches?" You giggle at his remark as you try to stand to go check on Megumi but you fail, stumbling to the ground like a baby giraffe taking its first steps but lucky for you toji was there to soften the landing. Toji sighs in relief "Woah.. okay let me carry you what were you trying to do?" The only thing you can think about right now is the 2 most important people who mean the world to you, "I want to take a bath and check up on Meg." Toji clears his throat picking you up bridal style. "Alright..." Toji carries you upstairs to the master bathroom and sets you on the counter as he runs you a nice hot bath putting bath salts, bubbles, and a bath bomb, formed in the shape of the sun that smelled like warm vanilla sugar. Toji helps you inside the bath while he's goes to check up on Megumi who has changed positions but is still sleeping soundly, Toji notices the time and realises an hour and thirty minutes have gone by.

Toji meets you back in the bathroom as his deep voice says " Megs is still sleepin' he's gonna be hungry in a little while.. but for now enjoy your bath. Your heart flutters as the thought of you're Son and your husband checking up on each other every minute of the day. "Toji can you get in with me?" You ask him with pleading eyes. "No.. i just took a bath earlier." He grumbles. You go quiet for a minute or two you were about to clear the silence and speak up when he cuts you off and says "Tch.. Fine." He takes his boxers back off and he sits in the tub behind you cradling you and your stomach. "So... any names?" Toji asks, You smile as you rest your head on his chest and the two of you start coming up with that also means the word

Blessing

the end.

Quick A/N!: I KNOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DONE SO LONG AGO BUT I HAVENT HAD ANY MOTIVATION TO POST IVE BEEN FOCUSING WITH WORK ETC BUT IM BACK (I think) SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ONE BUT ITS PROB GONNA FLOP

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[ma-lark-ey]

Lark Liveblogs Literature: THE SUNSHINE COURT BABYYYYY LETS GO JEAN

to begin: THE COVER???

The fucking NARCISSUS/DAFFODIL. Stop stop stop. Nora stop. She said it wouldn’t be a sun but I WASNT READY.

RESILIENCE. FIRST BLOOM AT THE END OF WINTER. NEW BEGINNINGS AND REBIRTH.

warning in advance for how many reaction images will be in this post. Miss Nora Sakavic has a way of making me unable to verbalise how devistated I am so I turn to goofy photos.

Also, just so we’re all on the same page:

it’s 1:20 AM. My roommate IS asleep. I am fighting the demons (downloading this book) but i am winning (it is queued on my kindle)

ITS DOWNLOADED LETS GO

Okay so context is that my Kindle is at 10%

I tried to go to bed and read this in the morning but I am

SO NOW I HAVE FRANTICALLY FOUGHT A WAR (figured out how to get this book) AND I AM READY FOR BATTLE (to cry over Jean)

ONE, TWO, THREE, LETS GO BITCH!!

Also my kindle cord is too small for me to properly lay in bed so im literally about to lay on my stomach kicking my feet like a middle schooler WISH. ME. LUCK.

CHAPTER ONE:

oh we’re jumping right in okay. god. hi baby :((

OH. I am just adding onto my #1 Riko hater agenda right now.

“The golden rule— not where the public can see” DIE. LITERALLY DIE TETSUJI

“The lack of broken fingers this time” THIS TIME??? JEAN. JEAN.

im so.

RENEE!!!

“and he had wasted them texting Renee a heads-up.” Nora please we’re only four pages in bro

Renee i love you im marrying you please give me a kiss. Mwah Mwah Mwah. She said “Bitch. Lay back down.”

currently also reading a batshit raven!neil fic and just. on the ground. about all of this.

stop the way I literally went “who the fuck is Nathaniel” Im too transgender for this.

Me, seeing the Abby content we need in this world:

Jean dont call that hellscape home bbg

Renee beating self worth into this man. ily

“Jean couldnt remember the last time he was allowed to wear color” LITERALLY KILL ME

Nora I need you to be less good at describing pain please and thanks

NOT THE BITING

DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK!!

he fr be moving this man like a doll. love you wymack

tied him up with racquet laces I. h. lays on floor softly crying.

NOT THE DADDY ISSUES

Jean fr out here plotting 50 ways to kill his brother. he fr though Neil was the problem. no girl Neil just has no tact and autism rizz. Kevins the fucking snitch

no one:

Jean @ the Moriyamas;

“that man is years overdue for a head-on high-speed collision” YOU TELL EM DADMACK

CHAPTER TWO:

Jean please just sleep like a normal human man. God.

Even Jean be out here like “Kevins a little Chihuahua ass drama queen. Bitchboy. Wet cat man.”

Kevin: look, bro, if the 5’3 twink with enough daddy issues to make riko blush and chugs ‘fuck around and find out’ juice for breakfast can escape the moriyamas and not die, so can you.

Testuji. Testuji when I catch you. Tetsuji

Jean what the fuck makes you think anyone but Andrew Minyard will ever tell Neil what to do. Girl.

“If I am not a Raven, who am I?” A MOTHERCUCKING TROJAN BABYYYY

“I have to go to my next class.” I forgot they were in college deadass. Neil is straight up my age im gonna throw up.

Okay. It is. *checks time* 3 AM. I cannot keep my eyes open, which means i must put Jean away for sleep.

ITS IS NOON THE FOLLOWING DAY. I HAVE SLEPT. I HAVE TAKEN MY MEDICATIONS. TIME TO HYPERFOCUS BABY.

KINDLE SAYS WE HAVE 8 hrs 27 mins LEFT IN THIS BOOK. IM SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I’LL SEE Y’ALL AT DINNEE TIME. ITS JEAN TIME.

Hiiiiiii Thea….

“Good morning, Paris.” Now, the average man will see this as a reference to his frenchness. but real ones know Paris is prince of Troy, the man who married Helen of Troy & started the Trojan war.

do y’all think Jean has a french accent wait wait wait. obviously itd be very slight at this point but is it there. necessary question.

Assessing Thea like a fucking state exam right now. Neil could not have cared less about your ass I am gaining so much information

Hate of my life Riko moriyama.

CHAPTER THREE:

JEREMY FUCKING KNOW HI BAYYYBY

the way I literally got up and had to pace and stim for a moment even though I fully expected this. autism. my roommate is concerned. not really. she’s used to this she watched me read TKM and dramatically reenact the Ichirou Car Talk.

wow??? AFTG team actually seems happy and well-adjusted and friendly with each other??

Random Note: I’m currently watching Blue Exorcist & one of the main characters is a girl name Moriyama and I’m literally just sitting here like “This girl is way to nice and innocent to have that name.” Because she literally is the nicest girl to ever exist. Why is she cursed with the same name as my mortal enemy (Testuji)

“Tonight’s experiment was the icing on the cake, an invaluable experience no matter how it ended.” Jeremy, my love.

He has empathy… Never before seen footage. Y’all get the cameras!!

He’s so shaken about Jean,,, holding you so gently Jeremy. Here as a guy who knows nothing at all about Jeremy since I’m. so new here. but god.

Jeremy: are you sure a Raven can abide by Troja—

Kevin: Bro Jean is so pathetic he’s a bottom fr. He never disobeys an order

Jeremy: I. Okay you didnt have to say it like that, bro.

I will literally never stop respecting the Trojans strat in the final they really said. “If these fucks can win the championships with nine players, surely we can.” and then willingly got their asses handed to them.

“Xavier stumbled when he got the next serve off, and the Fox guarding him gamely hauled him back upright before running for the ball. It was a simple gesture, but it endeared Jeremy to them” I dont remember if this bit was described in tkm so i’m going to guess that’s Nicky or Matt. Aaron would fucking never.

Nah because like. Yes this proved to the Trojans how resilient the Foxes were, but it was also a message to the audience, yk? Like we know the Foxes were getting shit for their quick rise to the top after they pulled their shit together, but I personally think that the Trojans did this both for their improvement & for Foxes’ publicity. This game proved to the public at large how devastatingly *good* the Foxes were, because of their small size. The second best team in the league crumbled playing the same conditions the Foxes did *every game* and got to championships with. They proved that Foxes were, in fact, a D1 team who earned their keep.

oh hes got daddy’s money. Well. not. officially. yo what I mean.

“it was always best to have a paper trail” Neil Josten would have an anuerysm hearing those words.

Bye Jeremy I’m. Love you so much. Why do you feel like a sixty year old man in your early twenties.

“between seven and twelve students.” yikes.

“unfamiliar and accented voice.” I WAS RIGHT I FUCKING CALLED IY HES GOT AN ACCENT BABY FUCK YEAH

“you ever feel like— like you’re making a choice you cant come back from? But even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you’d make that choice every time?” okay so coming out allegories i could make aside, Jeremy is so… where to start with him. He reminds me of Percy Jackson. Endlessly loyal and selfless to the point its a bit stupid but endearingly stupid.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Okay so we’re alresdy hateflirting. noted.

Its also extremely sunny today in Podunk Hicksville where I live so it feels very On Brand.

“Jean had seen that smile in a half-dozen broadcast… He could picture it too easily, and he dug his fingernails into his own face in vicious warning.” Awww you think you can best the gay worms in your brain. goodluck with that Johnny.

“isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delight one moment at a time,” keeping this quote for eternity

“enough sunlight to chase away Evermore’s shadows. They are willing to take a chance on you. Aren’t you?”

Kevin Day autistic king. taking this hesdcannon to my grave .

“the conspiracy theorists were working overtime” no girl they just aint stupid.

THEY DESTROYED HIS POSTCARDS…

CHAPTER FIVE:

I want to start keeping record of all the times Jean is like “[name] wasn’t decent enough to [thing]” because its SO funny. We LOVE a petty king.

also keeping track of all the insults he throws at Neil.

Neil likes to think he’s SUUUUCH a loner boy no friends angsty “dont speak to me” resting bitch face ass motherfucker. In reality he is a jack russell terrier — ceritifed jack russell owner who’s dog thinks hes soooo big and bad but said dog literally cries when you dont let him in the bed or say hi to people on the street

Jean is SOOOOOO dramatic 😭😭

Jean: Why would you let Kevin do this.

Neil: let him?? He did that on his own.

Jean: you’re proud of him for being a problem, arent you?

Neil: oh you fucking know I am, bitchass

“but other than his outstanding murder charge there was nothing interesting about that Fox.” i’d consider that very interesting information, Jean. Youre just deranged

“with milk, juice, and vodka dominating one shelf” that’s Aaron, Nicky, Andrew/Kevin in order. Im correct.

“There was an entire drawer dedicated to cheese.” Yeah that sounds like Nicky.

“Half the drawer was full of mini candy bars. Jean threw them all into the trash” bro Andrew is going to kill you in cold blood and not even Neil can save you.

Jean is SO dramatic. Give him Kevin’s crown.

Jean @ Neil during the final: ARE YOU WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE????? ARE YOU STUPID??? DO YOU WANT TO DIE??

Seeing the media coverage of the championship is the food I needed thank you Nora for this. I am eating it up. om nom nom

The sportscasters referring to athletes with their first name is batshit. What. why. huh. Absolutely not.

CHAPTER SIX:

Renee protecting Jean from discovering Riko’s death through media & not through them…

Everytime boys start fistfighting in this series I hear Roxanne from Megamind. “Ladies, ladies, you’re BOTH pretty.”

a) Jeans reaction to finding out was exaclty what I expected

b) I’m FASCINATED to know who called campus security. Jeremy?? Renee?? Someone in Fox tower???

Neil was gentle with someone other than Andrew? I didnt know he knew how to do that…

NEIL. NEIL JOSTEN. YEAH BABY

HES ROOMING WITH CAT AND LAILA??? YES YEA YES YESY

the Jean-Renee dynamic is so fucking important to me. MLM/WLW solidarity. theyre besties.

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME BRO.

Literally snuggling Jeremy

Oh he’s got Fox potential. Hiiii Jeremy. Give me the traumadump bbg

THEY/THEM??? DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME OR IS THIS AN HONEST TO GOD THEY/THEM PLAYER OH ILL CRY. ILL CRU RIGHT NOW

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Oh Jean. you’re about to have such a gay awakening babe i can feel it in my bones.

A FUCKING YOYO??? I LOVE HIM

“A mite bit hecked up” PLEEEASE JUST SAY FUCK /ref

OH HE WAS IN LOVE WITH KEVIN. INTERESTING INTERESTING INTERESTING.

autism coded lookingg motherfucker (stares at Jean.)

The chaos of Cat and Laila’s house is so fucking cute. Its about to be two lesbians and their distrustful pitbull rescue in this bitch and im ready for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

watching normal people discover the cult that is Evermore. Finally someone having a normal response to that madness. What the FUCK.

wait theres actually a cardboard dog i thought it was fanon joke.

oh my god there is actually a fucking cardboard dog. i.

jeans brain just got actually shattered by this living room. he cannot comprehend this.

Cat & Jeremy, realizing the cult rumors are real: I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING! I thought it was joke! I even wrote it down in my diary! “Kevin made a very funny joke today!” I laughed at it later that night!

Okay, last night; I went to bed at 2:30 AM 45% through (college my beloathed). we’re back in business.

Jeremy is so disturbed all of the time. goofy ass.

“Loving something is not enough,”

“When was the last time you enjoyed playing?”

“ Irrelevant.”

Whats his shirt look like Jeremy. Jeremy whats the shirt look like. Jeremy. Whats the shirt look like.

Okay so I’ve reached my image limit for this post and I dont have fun reaction images on my laptop. so now I will post this & reblog with the rest of this book.

#lark says #aftg #all for the game #the sunshine court #tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court spoilers #In order of men: Jeremy Knox. Neil. EVERYONE ELSE. Riko….. Nathan— /ref

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 27

"Thought I heard the bike." She spoke softly as she looked at Jax, completely missing a bloody Delaney stood behind him. There it was. The urge to smash her face to mushy red mess quickly rose in Delaney. Just the sight of her made her fists tingle. Sliding from behind Jax, Delaney pushed her foot against the brown wood door forcing it open. Without hesitation she made her way into Tara's boring beige living room and took a look around. "Hey! What the fuck do you think your doing?" Tara screeched from behind Delaney as she stood looking at the photos on her fireplace. "Aww how cute?" Picking up a photo of her and Jax sat on his old bike in a gold frame, Delaney turned to face the bitter ex girlfriend. Tara's eyes widened as she took in her appearance. Messy curly hair piled on her head in a bun, blood smeared across her face and neck, and all over her clothes. The hands that held the photo frame tightly were also red, making Tara feel sick instantly. Jax stood quietly by the now closed front door. Eyes flickering between the woman he thought he couldn't live without and the woman he knows he would lay down his life for. He was worried about Delaney, the baby, everything. "I'm gonna keep this simple, as you can see I've had a long fucking day." Delaney smiled sickly at a scared Tara. "We know about your little agreement with Alex. Get me out the way of Jax so you can take my place." Tara started to scramble for words, trying to plead her case Delaney assumed. "Oh don't start trying to make excuses now. We've heard it first hand. I'm sure you've already guessed, this blood ain't mine sweetie. Take a good look, because this is exactly how far i will go to protect my family." Tara's bitter face twisted at the threat. "Oh dont worry, i've already had the "Legacy Child" Speech. Jax Made it very clear where his priorities lie and who he's chosen. Not sure why, i mean we were good together before. And you? You dont exactly have anything going for you do you?" Delaney laughed in Tara's Face. "You left!" She couldnt help but scream in frustration. "You left him. You never respected his choices, his family, club. And when you sat in your shitty apartment in Chicago alone, you quicky realised what a good man you left behind. And so what? You came back expecting him to be sat waiting for you? Life moves on TarTar." Delaney smiled as she watched Tears fill her eyes. "You arent built for his life. You and your moral fucking high ground pulling him in 2 directions. Oh lovely Tara so high and fucking mighty. You love the man, you learn to love the club. If you loved him, leaving him and trying to pull him away from all he's ever known or wanted would have never crossed your mind. When you love someone you fucking commit to them. To love them through the good and the bad. But you? The first sign of anything bad and little TarTar packs her bags and runs. You are weak! And if you keep messing with my family, im going to show you exactly how fucking weak you are!" Delaney breathed heavy as she finished her rant. Her eyes never left an angry but scared looking Tara. Jax Still stood quiet, but pride bloomed in his chest at how protective his fiance was over their growing family already.

"Now you need to consider this your final firm warning. I dont want to see you around ANY of my family. Stay away, or i'll make you." Tara reluctantly nodded. Delaney turned around to face Jax with a smile. "Oh wait i forgot!" Raising her elbow she jerked it back hard and quick, connecting to Tara's nose. The scream of pain she let out made Delaney smile wide, as she swung back around to face her. "That was for ever thinking you could take my place, bitch." Quickly ploughing her fist into her mouth hard and harsh, she cut her knuckles on Tara's two front teeth. "And that? Well that was for almost getting me and my child killed!" Standing back, Delaney watched as the doctor fell back on to her cream sofa, her hand coming up to cover her bleeding nose and mouth. Turning to face Jax, she blew the fallen curls out of her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. "

"Take me home Teller. Its been a long day."

#jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction

[p1-f1]

Apologizing and comforting s/o for being rude

Starring: Kyle Broflovski

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Wc: 1,550

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Readers gender: none mentioned.

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Warnings: cursing, reader vapes, Kyle being a meanie :(

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Notes: thank u @imm0rtalken , @tiniedemon , @h-harleybaby for feedback! (Yes, I was that nervous. Don't judge me :,() also it's 5am im tired as fuck

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The mahogany tables of the library filled your vision as you lifted your head up, awakening from your little nap. You had been studying for almost an hour and a half.

Looking over at your ginger haired boyfriend, it was clear he had no intention of stopping. But that didn't stop you. Reaching over the lens scattered between the two of you, along with various papers and your laptop, you put your hand on his ring adorned one.

He flipped his, and you intertwined fingers. Looking out at the window, you see the rain pouring down. Many students were usually here on rainy days, but today many students had classes.

Your own study session ended thirty minutes ago. The sticker covered laptop and notebooks you owned were closed, and had been for a while.

It was nice how he still made sure to hold your hand, even while working. The whole time you were studying your hands were together under the table. When you couldn't hold on to his hand, you had your hand on his knee.

The little things were the ones that made big differences. Until the little things were boring. Half an hour later, Kyle's two hour mark, you pulled his sleeve.

"Yes, love?" The ginger asked softly, as he smiled at you, his dimples showing.

"Wanna end the session, Ky?"

Kyle shook his head, looking at his phone with a sigh. He truly felt bad, but his exams were more important.

"Forty-five more minutes, dear."

You whined, letting go of his sleeve.

"Kyle! You told me two hours. It's been two hours."

"Y/N, exams are coming up. You need to study too."

A groan escaped your mouth, but you two were still whispering. (Stfu it's a library) He cocks his head, raising an eyebrow. When you were acting childish, the Sheila instincts kicked in.

"Sorry.. " You muttered, putting your head down again. The best thing was, especially if you wouldn't win this argument, was to take a nap. It happened every session. Kyle studies for longer than planned, you take a few cat naps.

☆★☆★

As the music in your headphones stopped, you opened your eyes. Kyle looked over at you, fixing his glasses and cocking his head.

You sat up, rubbing your tired eyes and taking out your headphones. One thing you didn't expect was when you checked your phone, it read 7:27 PM. 200 minutes he had been eighty minutes since Kyle said forty more.

"Kyle."

"Yes, dear?" He answered with a nervous grin as you held up your phone.

"You said forty more minutes."

"Look-"

Even though it wasn't that big of a deal, it aggravated you how long he wanted to study. Sure exams were important, but couldn't he just take a break?

"I've been here for 3 hours. Over half of that is waiting for you. Just take a break!" You exclaimed, still trying to stay quiet (library, still) For some reason, this agitated Kyle more.

"Dove, calm dow-"

"No! You've been doing this all week. As much as I love sleeping, I don't want to do this over and over."

Kyle scoffed, turning fully to you. Now you knew you had his attention. It was what you wanted, sure, but not like this. Not in the argumentative way.

"Don't join me then."

The ginger stated, crossing his arms.

"I thought you like doing this with me and spending time with me but boy was I a fool, huh?"

He scoffed once again, his brows furrowing as if he was offended. It's not that you didn't want to spend time with him, it's that you wanted to spend time in a bed, or a park, or hell, even the dining hall. Not a library. Not somewhere that you looked it was books and pens.

"I do want to spend time with you. Don't even suggest I don't. But I don't want to spend time with you while you study. You don't even take breaks."

"Sorry I actually care about my future. You obviously think you're destined to go nowhere if you keep that up. God, no wonder my exam results are always better than yours. You're a slacker."

Kyle said with a chuckle, and a shake of his head. Once he realized he wasn't just joking around with his friends, he paused.

You were gone. The moment he said that, you stormed off with your hoodie. Out into the pouring rain away from him.

☆★��★

A part of you wanted to think he was right. The other wanted to slap him across his face for being a dick. (Violence is never the answer kids) But maybe he was right. Maybe that one part of you should be trusted.

As the rain wet your hoodie, a familiar face was seen leaning on a wall with a vape in hand. The face was Cartman.

"Hey, bitch."

"Shut the fuck up."

Your relationship with Cartman was just a funny one. It's not like you were enemies. His green vape was snatched by you, taking a long puff before handing it back. A few smoke clouds came out of your mouth as you coughed lightly.

"Fucking dumbass. Don't breathe in so hard."

"Curl up and die, dickwad."

The two of you laughed and joked, he made you forget about your little bicker by calling you names and saying jokes. Eric would never admit it, but he saw you as one of his closest friends. You, on the other hand, were open about it.

After your little vape moment, he took you to a local taco shop, and surprisingly bought you food. The two of you sat on the steps outside of your dorm building, judging people who walked by and laughing with each other.

"You owe me, microass."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever jelly rolls."

You snickered and punched his shoulder lightly, receiving an "ow!" Even though you hardly put any force behind it.

"Thanks for like, taking my mind off of Kyle."

"I didn't do that for you. I was bored and you're not completely dull."

The brunette rolled his eyes as you snorted. You give him a quick hug before jogging up the steps and to the stairs.

☆★☆★

Waking up to 20+ missed messages wasn't something you'd expect normally, especially when they all came from one person. Along with messages, there were around 5 missed calls.

The previous night you had been goofing off with cartman, you had your phone off and silenced. Nothing could stop you from having fun with a good friend.

Reading the texts, you could tell Kyle wanted to apologize. But, nonetheless, you turned your phone off and walked out of your room to the kitchen.

"Hiya Y/N!"

A cheery Marjorine declared, leaning down to hug you. She was always a cheery girl, often waking you up with breakfast. You had grown close to her, helped her transition, and been her lifeline when her parents were abusive.

"Hey Marj."

You gladly hugged back, inhaling the scent of just general sweetness from the girl's clothes. Somehow she always smelled like a candy shop, or a bakery. Two smells everyone loved.

"Oh hamburgers! Y/n, Kyle came by! He wants you to go to the cafe at…9:30 I think."

"Marj! Why didn't you wake me?!"

The poor girl apologized a bunch, as you scrambled to get ready in just thirty minutes. Somehow, even after the time crunch, you still looked as amazing as ever.

☆★☆★

"Dove."

A familiar and soft voice said from behind you, Kyle's tall figure standing right behind you. One thing you took in was a small bag on his arm, looking down at it as he looked down at you.

"I'm really sorry. Just, please have coffee with me."

For some reason, you didn't want to speak. So you just nodded. The coffee shop was nice and cozy, with warm lighting and friendly faces (south park reference?!) and people.

With a warm cup in your hand, Kyle sat across from you with a somehow still soft gaze.

"Please just look at me. I've been trying to reach you all day. I'm sorry, dear. I snapped and I shouldn't have. Exam week is stressful- and, I just didn't know what to do."

Your eyes met his Basil colored ones, just like how your hands met. The comforting words were nice. And this little date was much better than the library.

"-ent a slacker. You aren't below me, or anything. You're perfect. And the best partner I could ask for. I shouldn't have said anything so mean, hon, I'm really sorry. Please forgive me."

Silver rubbed against your knuckle as Kyle stroked your hand with his long fingers, nervously and affectionately. It was cute. He was cute.

"I forgive you."

And there you were. Lost in your boyfriend's green eyes and forever lost there. If you were lost in his eyes, you never wanted to be found.

☆★☆★

A FEW EXTRA HCS ✩★!!

hardly studies in front of you after that.

He doesn't want to seem like he thinks he's better or anything.

You go along with it even though it doesn't bother you.

Scolds you for Cartman being the first person you go to.

If you ever mention struggling academically, he's there.

Pencil in hand, just right behind you.

#kyle broflovski x yn #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x you #pifi writes