#and then youre going to have the fucking audacity to lecture us about

[camelspit]

how am i supposed to raise my gpa if i keep getting the shittiest fucking teachers on earth oh my god. no more peace and love i hope they die.

#i am. so fucking done. #14 days left of the semester and i am on the verge of giving up #staring at the final in a week or two like. #girl. no one is passing that shit and it is your fault. #and then youre going to have the fucking audacity to lecture us about #how we're the problem because we dont study correctly #like you always fucking do #and its like no! #youve always been the fucking problem!! #go back to the school you fucking came from bc we were a lot better without you bitch #god im just. so angry. #like my team mate was honest to god unironically praying after we took the quiz #like girl !!!! people should not have to pray for good grades !!! #tell me how we still got a 72 with ALL OF US working together #AND DOUBLE CHECKING IT LIKE 5 TIMES #AND WE WERE LIKE THE HIGHEST GRADE IN THE CLASS ??? #BE FR. #I HOPE YOU FALL IN A FUCKING PIT #and i probably wont be able to take spanish 4 next year because HE teaches upper level spanish now #and im so fucking pissed about that #like i want to learn spanish but im not doing that in this class. because he doesnt teach it. #i cant do this for another semester. i would rather die. #and next semester im taking art and #apparently i got the teacher who never gives hundreds because 'art isnt perfect' #girl WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU #IF I DID THE WORK GIVE ME THE 100 STOP MAKING THIS SOME MORAL BLATHER OR WHATEVER

[how-do-i-delete-this-acc]

suna rintaro here. my girlfriend, y/n, is being distant today and i don't know why. let me tell you about what happened.

we were supposed to have our separate zooms with her on my lap, but she left to a different room near the very beginning. she tried to play it off with "i have a pop quiz and i need to focus. can't have my grade drop just because i can't focus on your lap with your zoom in the background," but we all know that that is absolute bs. she could've focused on my lap just fine, and we all know that failing a 10-point pop quiz from chiahara-sensei happens to the best of us. and if you're wondering, i am the best of the best.

then, after we both finished our annoyingly long 1.5 hour lectures, (well she claimed hers was in fact a 40-point pop quiz/test but it def wasn't) she refused to cook together. she said something like, "rin, you burned yourself last time, remember? go sit down," but that, too, is bs. yes, i spilled hot water on my sweats last time i tried to make pasta, but it was on my knee, so it wasn't like it was a big deal anyways. i don't know why she kept making excuses.

then, after we finished eating the meal she cooked without me, she had the audacity to get on a zoom call when i didn't have one. and after that terrible offense, she refused to sit on my lap for it AGAIN. she said that inuzuka-sensei was always more strict about what we wore in zooms, and i wouldn't get away with no shirt on like soma-sensei let me. when i told her that her body would block mine, she said that my chest and shoulders would still be perfectly visible. then, she guilted me by saying that she didn't want other girls to see my "perfectly toned abs," as she called them. AND THEN she had the impudence to TEASE ME and LIE TO ME by telling me my cheeks and ears were getting red! couldn't believe her.

then, after all our classes were over, she refused to cuddle with me because APPARENTLY her friend's sister a block down rolled and sprained her ankle, and that it was getting pretty bruised and swollen. she also added that her friend didn't have any advil or experience in injuries, and apparently she was asked to bring some advil, a compression bandage, and a couple ice packs. when i told her that her friend could just buy some and that she could get her own ice pack, she tried to get out of it by telling me that her friend's sister was only 5, was bawling her eyes out, refused to be left alone but also screamed louder when she was picked up, and that we also had a lot to spare because we have a ton of supplies in the closet because of my constant volleyball injuries. again, absolute bs. her friend could just go grab everything herself. what did it matter that the kid was crying? fuck kids! do you know how funny those youtube videos of kids getting hurt and crying are? people enjoy them for a reason. it's because kids are annoying as hell and it's fun to watch them get injured. im subscribed to like 10 of those kinds of channels. her friend is literally getting free entertainment and y/n obviously just wants to watch the free entertainment WITHOUT ME because she'd rather be with her stupid friend than me.

all in all, please help. i don't know why she's so distant today. is she mad? please give me tips!

@.su.rin post made at 4:16pm

comments: @.y/n.l/n: HELP WHAT IS THIS @.y/n.l/n: for the record i got an a+ on that so it was worth it @.y/n.l/n: love u always rin <333 @.su.rin: reply to @.y/n./l/n- ik that u hate me its ok

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[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Ice skater! Fem! Reader

A/N: hiii, the usual, not proofread, Miguel might be ooc. There will be 2 chapters left in this series before I end it 😭🫶🏼. Also I need ideas for a costume for Miguel in the last chapter, if you have any ideas lmk in the comments.

(Y/N)- Your name, (N/N)- Nickname.

Cursing, mentions of throwing up, alcohol use, Miguel finally growing a fucking pair (reader too). Miguel being just a very very lowkey creep.

Word count: 2.1k

Series Materlist

Chapter 13: Crawlin’ back to you.

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“I don’t get it, he keeps giving me the most mixed-fucking-signals.” You sighed, leaning your head into your palm, your elbow resting on the wooden table you were sitting at with Logan, Kate and Kate’s boyfriend. “Like how are you going to kiss me, then start dating another girl, then kiss me again, without saying any sort of explanation? For all I know he cheated on her with that last kiss.” You continued to rant, your free hand spinning your straw in your six dollar Chili’s Halloween themed margarita.

“Well… maybe things would be a lot less complicated if both of learned how to stop being stubborn and just, I don’t know, fucking communicated.” Kate lectured you (for the umpteenth time this month) as she grabbed a chip from the basket before dipping it into the small salsa bowl, then taking a bite out of said chip.

“Babe chill, you act we weren’t ‘just friends’ when you would sneak into my dorm room every night all of last year.” Kate’s boyfriend (whose name was Xavier) defended you with a sly smile, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck. You couldn’t help but feel a slight ache of jealousy in your chest as you watched the two, they were so cute…

Kate scoffed and rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s reply. “Whatever…” she grumbled, causing Logan to let out a small laugh as he leaned against the wall that was connected to the booth.

“Hey at least you guys were actually acting friendly towards one another, when (Y/N) and Miguel aren’t dry humping each other like horny teens-“ you sunk your face into your hand as a heat of embarrassment rushed your cheek, you couldn’t believe that Logan has the audacity to say that in a crowded restaurant, and it wasn’t even a true statement! You would only make out like horny teens… “then they’re at each other’s throats.” He finished as he playfully nudged you with his elbow, causing you to almost spill your drink, but he ignored your scowl as you brought your drink closer to you before taking a sip.

“It’s giving enemies to lovers.”

“Do you really have to relate everything in real life to book tropes, babe?”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“Okay-“ you jumped in, putting your hands up near your shoulders in a defensive manner, sitting up straight in your seat, “how about, let’s stop talking about my pathetic and complicated love life. Let’s talk about something else, like Logan’s pathetic and complicated love life.” You said with a small smile, your gaze shifting over to Logan as you attempt to shift conversation topics, your sentence causing Logan to scoff and roll his eyes.

“No thank you, next topic.” He murmured, before taking a bite of a french fry from his plate.

“Aww come on Logan, did you end up going on that date?” You teased him with a smile,going to snatch a fry from Logan’s plate but he swatted your hand away as he sent you a glare.

“Shut up, (N/N).” He grumbled. Obviously, it didn’t go well.

“All I’m gonna say (Y/N), is he either wants to one and done hatefuck you,wants a situationship, or he’s secretly madly in love with you and wants a relationship but is afraid to tell you.” Xavier chimed in, “and you can trust me because I’m a guy, and I know how guy minds work, right Logan?” Your skating partner just nodded his head in response.

“Well if it’s not the last one, I think it would be better if my delusions weren’t fed into…” you sighed, taking another sip of your drink. “Anyways, we should get going.”

—

“Alright guys, we've got a home game tonight, so don’t get too fucking wild.” Miguel said in a stern tone, his face in its usual scowl as he gets out of his car’s driver seat and walks towards the team, pointing his finger towards his teammates who had already been waiting for him to arrive in the parking lot, gathered in a small circle, some leaning against the other cars that they had traveled in. It was Friday night, the end of midterms and the beginning of fall break, and as a small celebration The spiders had decided to all go out to eat before the game.

“It’s a fucking Chili’s O’Hara, how wild can we get?” One of them asked rhetorically, as they all started to walk towards the restaurant together.

“There’s a reason we’re not allowed into Dave and Busters guys...” Miguel mumbled with an eye roll, causing some of the other members to snicker at his reaction.

It was honestly surprising how quickly they were able to get a table to seat 26 people despite it being fairly busy on a Friday afternoon. Miguel only had to remind the group twice as they waited for the table to not get absolutely hammered or not overly gorge themselves on food to avoid throwing up mid-game, the last thing he his coach ripping him a new one as he tried to keep the team focused while half of them were throwing up into their helmets or in a nearby alleyway while the other half way too drunk to walk let alone skate.

Miguel sipped on his coke, looking over at Peter as he listened in on him ranting to the goalie about the newest comic issue of Spider-Man that he had just finished reading, when he suddenly felt a hand lightly tap on his chest causing him to look away and turn his attention to Ben Reilly who was sitting to the right of him, once he his head was turned, he’s eyes followed the direction that Ben’s finger was pointing at, the words that were spoken from Ben not really completely registering due to the all the noise happening around him at the table. He really didn’t give a good look in the direction Ben and now a few of the nearby Spiders were looking at, a fleeting glance at most, half expecting them to be looking at a waitress that they thought was attractive or something in that nature. He was in the middle of turning his head back towards the opposite direction again when he caught a glimpse of a familiar face walking into the direction of the hallway where the bathroom was.

“Isn’t that ice princess?” One of the hockey players that was sitting a bit closer to Miguel asked in a teasing tone, but Miguel didn’t give him the satisfaction of responding, he didn’t give a response to some of the ones who overheard to question and attempted to provoke him, chuckling, or making sly comment, a few making kissing noises. Rather he stood up from the table, rather abruptly, causing some of the others to look at him in confusion and curiosity, and as if his body was suddenly possessed, he started to walk in the same direction you had. He didn’t know why he was following behind you, if he was being honest with himself he felt kinda like a creep, but he couldn’t get himself to stop and turn around. You haven’t even noticed him, you didn’t even glance in his direction, fuck-you didn’t even know you were in the same building as him, but your presence was like one of a siren to him, and he was the sailor caught in your entrancing song.

He didn’t care if you led him towards his inevitable demise, he’d gladly drown for you.

The second you disappeared into the women’s restroom, he came back to reality, his head filled with thoughts other than you once again. In an almost panic state, he quickly rushed into the male’s bathroom that was right in front of him, thanking the gods above that you didn’t turn around and saw him. He walked over to the sink and splashed some water on his face, before leaning against the bathroom sink and taking some deep breaths to help slow down his heart rate, he was thankful that no one else was in the bathroom with him. After a few minutes, he heard the faint sound of a door creaking on, for a split second, he gambled with the idea of leaving the door and hopefully be granted the opportunity to “accidentally” run into you, but before he could properly and rationally think about it, he found his hand already pushing open the door.

“Hey! Watch it-oh shit- sorry Mig, I didn’t know that was you…” You dusted yourself off, grateful that your hand shot up to the side of the wall to prevent you from falling down butt first on the Chili’s tilted floor.

“It’s okay, I didn't see you either.” Technically speaking Miguel wasn’t lying. He didn’t see her. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you right?” He asked in a slightly softer tone, a hand quickly coming up to gently grab your chin and moving your face slightly side-to-side as if checking for injury, his brows furrowed together as those ever familiar wrinkles appeared on his face. Your heart fluttered from the sweet and nurturing gesture, Miguel’s kindness was a trait of his you saw very rarely, at least towards you, so you couldn’t help your stomach from flipping. You brought a hand up after a second, a smile slowly but surely forming on your face (as well as a blush) as your hand came up and over his, and slowly brought it away from your face and back down.

“I’m okay Miguel, don’t worry.” You reassured him in a similar quiet tone, neither of you noticing that your smaller hand was still holding onto his larger one. Your response caused Miguel’s worried expression to turn into one of relief, his hand leaving your and going up to his chest instead as he left out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You attempted your best to not allow your facial expression to falter as you ignore the sudden ache in your chest once his warm hand leaves yours.

“Look…” Miguel begins after a second, hand traveling up to the nape of his neck and his gaze drops to the floor for a second before going back up to meet yours. “I wanted to ask you, if you would come watch our game tonight, it starts at 7, you could bring your friends if you want. I’ll make sure you all get good seats near the front if you do.” God he felt like he was asking his middle school crush to go on a date for the first time all over again. How did you manage to make him feel like a nervous wreck, make him feel like he could combust from anger and jealousy, make him feel like he’d never deserve you but also make him feel like he was meant to kneel and worship the ground you walked on. Is that what love felt like to him???

“Really?” Your face scrunched to one of confusion and you tilted your head to the side a bit. “Why not invite your girlfriend?” The question you just uttered took Miguel a second to process, girlfriend? What girlfriend? He didn’t-

Wait…

Ohhhhh…

He forgot he never got the chance to tell you he dumped her ass the same day he surprised you at the ice rink.

He brought his hand down and put it into his jean pocket, letting out a small chuckle as he shook his head before replying,

“Oh, no. I, uh, I dumped her.”

Was it bad that you felt relieved?

“So is that a yes?” His lips pulled up in that classic Miguel smirk, and you couldn’t help but give in.

“Okay, okay I’ll go.” You nodded with a smile, it took all of Miguel’s being to not grab you and pull you into a kiss. “But-“ you continued, bringing a finger up, pointing it at him. “If I go, you have to come watch me and Logan perform at Regionals next week, deal?” Miguel couldn’t help but let a small playful scoff leave his lips as he smirks.

“That’s it ice princess? Sounds fair enough.”

You smiled, despite his cockyness coming back at full force you couldn’t help but be a bit excited at the whole idea.

“You promise?” You asked, and Miguel chuckled, you sounded so adorable when asking that.

“Of course.”

Without another word you brought your hand back up towards him, all the fingers being curled into a fist except your pinky finger, that was outstretched. Miguel rolled his eyes and his smirk widened, releasing a small chuckle as he spoke.

“Really? What are we 5?” It was only a tease, but despite the tease he copied your movements, taking your pinky into his.

“Pinky promises are legally binding.” You joked, your smile growing as you giggled, your blush growing darker as well.

You really were gonna be the death of him.

—

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[heartsoji]

suna rintaro here. my girlfriend, y/n, is being distant today and i don't know why. let me tell you about what happened.

we were supposed to have our separate zooms with her on my lap, but she left to a different room near the very beginning. she tried to play it off with "i have a pop quiz and i need to focus. can't have my grade drop just because i can't focus on your lap with your zoom in the background," but we all know that that is absolute bs. she could've focused on my lap just fine, and we all know that failing a 10-point pop quiz from chiahara-sensei happens to the best of us. and if you're wondering, i am the best of the best.

then, after we both finished our annoyingly long 1.5 hour lectures, (well she claimed hers was in fact a 40-point pop quiz/test but it def wasn't) she refused to cook together. she said something like, "rin, you burned yourself last time, remember? go sit down," but that, too, is bs. yes, i spilled hot water on my sweats last time i tried to make pasta, but it was on my knee, so it wasn't like it was a big deal anyways. i don't know why she kept making excuses.

then, after we finished eating the meal she cooked without me, she had the audacity to get on a zoom call when i didn't have one. and after that terrible offense, she refused to sit on my lap for it AGAIN. she said that inuzuka-sensei was always more strict about what we wore in zooms, and i wouldn't get away with no shirt on like soma-sensei let me. when i told her that her body would block mine, she said that my chest and shoulders would still be perfectly visible. then, she guilted me by saying that she didn't want other girls to see my "perfectly toned abs," as she called them. AND THEN she had the impudence to TEASE ME and LIE TO ME by telling me my cheeks and ears were getting red! couldn't believe her.

then, after all our classes were over, she refused to cuddle with me because APPARENTLY her friend's sister a block down rolled and sprained her ankle, and that it was getting pretty bruised and swollen. she also added that her friend didn't have any advil or experience in injuries, and apparently she was asked to bring some advil, a compression bandage, and a couple ice packs. when i told her that her friend could just buy some and that she could get her own ice pack, she tried to get out of it by telling me that her friend's sister was only 5, was bawling her eyes out, refused to be left alone but also screamed louder when she was picked up, and that we also had a lot to spare because we have a ton of supplies in the closet because of my constant volleyball injuries. again, absolute bs. her friend could just go grab everything herself. what did it matter that the kid was crying? fuck kids! do you know how funny those youtube videos of kids getting hurt and crying are? people enjoy them for a reason. it's because kids are annoying as hell and it's fun to watch them get injured. im subscribed to like 10 of those kinds of channels. her friend is literally getting free entertainment and y/n obviously just wants to watch the free entertainment WITHOUT ME because she'd rather be with her stupid friend than me.

all in all, please help. i don't know why she's so distant today. is she mad? please give me tips!

@.su.rin post made at 4:16pm

comments: @.y/n.l/n: HELP WHAT IS THIS @.y/n.l/n: for the record i got an a+ on that so it was worth it @.y/n.l/n: love u always rin <333 @.su.rin: reply to @.y/n./l/n- ik that u hate me its ok

#suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna fluff #suna rintaro #suna scenarios #haikyuu suna #hq suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna drabble #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu smau #suna smau #hq smau #haikyuu #haikyuu x y/n #suna x y/n #female reader #suna x female reader #suna rintaro x femake reader

[zhounauts]

crown prince!lee heeseung x f!reader // warnings: cursing, fainting (?) part two series masterlist

a/n got inspo for this after rereading this reincarnation webtoon i used to like a lot, these reincarnation stories are lwk a guitly pleasure of mine so i was like why not write one

+ is this even considered an x reader??? like heeseung hates u oopsie lolz

anyways enjoy (hopefully)

YOU WOKE UP WITH AN EPIPHANY , to give the two leads their happy ending. despite the fact that you had woken up in a stereotypical reincarnation manhwa, the author was far from stereotypical. not only did she have a strange almost concerning obsession with her two main leads, but she was also a goody-two shoes rule follower who told you that the original plot of the story and every single event must be followed and copied to perfection.

unfortunately for her, you said fuck that, had knights take her away and put her in a mansion on the outskirts of the kingdom where she wouldn't be able to reach you. so now, instead of scheming devious, nefarious acts against the female protagonist you now took advantage of your personal chef who worked relentlessly at your constant requests to try all the fancy dishes you could've never afforded in your previous life.

"the audacity!" rina, your maid suddenly exclaims, holding a letter.

"i can't believe this! my lady, this is outrageous! how can saintess sora write and send something so shameless!? " faye your second maid exclaims.

"hm?" you ask, focusing on the blueberry cheesecake in front of you, "what happened faye?"

"the saintess sent an invitation for her tea party! she wrote, 'countess i know we are not on good terms because of the crown prince, but the other ladies and i hope that you will join our humble tea party, and put aside your grudge'" you chew on the cake.

"oh, okay,"

"OKAY!?" the two scream.

"m-my lady! how does this not bother you? she is being disrespectful and using the fact that she has the crown prince's affections despite you are his soon-to-be wife!"

"oh, that's true," you shrug, "what can i do about it? if he likes her better okay then, i don't want to marry him anyways," rina collapses into faye's arms.

"my lady! rina are you--"

"with all due respect, but my lady, back then you would've done something! why the change of heart now?"

"well. . .he doesn't like me?? like it's pretty obvious, and i was just naive and uhm, craving for male validation back then or something like that i guess. it doesn't matter to me anymore,"

". . ."

"besides, his highness prince jay is more my type ,"

"MY LADY-"

"I MIGHT FAINT-"

after calming down your fainting maids, you had reassured them that you would go to the tea party and give the female protagonist, saintess sora, a taste of her own medicine for the disrespect she had sown you. (you were not planning this at all)

so now here you were, a week later getting dressed for the pain-in-the-ass tea party. "my lady we will dress you up to be the most beautiful at the party!" your maids exclaim.

"that's really. . .not necessary you know? i'll wear one of the dresses i usually wear," rina starts to lecture you, before a knock interrupts. faye rushes out of the dressing area, to open the door.

"your highness!" she exclaims, bowing. you peek out from behind the dressing area and head out.

"my lady you are not ready--"

"your highness, a pleasure to have you here," you say, bowing.

"y/n," heeseung addresses coldly, "are you attending sora's tea party?"

"yes, your highness,"

"she was telling me she was worried you would reject her request, due to your dislike for her," he says, narrowing his eyes at you bitterly. you stare at him unimpressed.

"my apologies, your highness, if i offend you by saying this. however you and saintess sora seem to be mistaken,"

"my lady don't--"

"i literally don't give a shit,"

"oh dear gods," rina mutters, and she collapses.

a/n lemme know how it was 😋😋

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[torubeth]

types of kisses with kuroo tetsurou (kuroo day let’s go ! !, ignore that it’s 10 days late lol)

a/n : hiii!! yes, i’m alive :) in my last year of school and fuck it’s been draining every last energy. and secondly, i have zero motivation to write anything but here’s this and i’m proud of it

the ‘i’m sorry’ kiss

how dare he. the audacity of this guy “c’mon baby, i said i was sorry. you know i didn’t mean it” he whined, his figure leaned against the locker next to yours. “yeah whatever” you shut yours hard, turning around to walk to your next class. but before you were out of reach, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, your back softly hitting the locker, his lips locking with yours the next second. your eyes widened with millions of thoughts flooding your mind. you were in school, out in the hallways and anyone could walk in and you could- correction, you both could be in big trouble; but a certain someone didn’t seem to care about any of that. your hands clutched his collar, unconsciously bringing him closer to you making him land his hand on the side of your head, the other caressing your cheek. and that brought you to reality, to why you were pissed at him in the first place, making you pull away from the kiss. you tightened your grip on his collar, his face still close to yours “you’re really sorry ?” you eyed him. “i really am sorry. you know i love messing with you and no. your whale diagram does not look like a dick. it looks like a whale”. after a long pause, you let out a soft sigh, followed by a smile “what am i gonna do with you” his eyes light up “let’s make out for a bit mo-” you shoved him and started to walk the other direction “alright! i’m gonna head to class, see ya” and behind you, you could hear a faint ‘dang it!’ making you grin.

the ‘sneaky’ kiss

whatever the teacher was lecturing about entered one ear and immediately left through the other. unlike chemistry, this class was so damn boring. but he didn’t care. why you ask ? because you sat next to him. and turning to look at you, you seemed to have the same boredom expression. your eyes never left the board, shaking your legs out of habit, right hand under your chin, the other playing with a pencil. kuroo swears he could stare at you forever and never get tired because damn, you’re one hell of a view! without a second thought, he leaned in and planted a kiss on your cheek, breaking you out of your trance. a small gasp left your mouth but you smiled nonetheless. “the teacher could’ve caught you baby” you laughed, hand reaching down to lace with his under the table “don’t care. it’s worth it” this tugged at your heartstrings, until he cockily added “plus the teach will never find out, i’m too good at it” making you roll your eyes. needless to say, he got caught while planting his seventeenth kiss and had to write an imposition stating ‘i will not kiss my partner in class’ a hundred times. ‘still so worth it’ he thinks.

the ‘i love you’ kiss

“prepared for the test tomorrow ?” you asked, nuzzling further into the warmth of his palm. “yeah, did you ?” to which he earned a very slow ‘no’. “i tried to, but it just didn’t work. i don’t how you do it tets but you’re amazing at it. you manage your captain duties and studies at the same time. you also got into your dream university. and every time i try to do anything, it either doesn’t go my way or ends up being all wrong. i wanna get it together but i feel like i am not doing any progress and i just want to give up on-” “hey.., listen to me” he cupped your cheeks “you my girl are only seeing the end results. nothing works overnight baby, and it gets so tough to manage everything all the time you know. sure it may seem like i have it all under control but in reality i don’t. none of us do and that’s okay! really. i know how much progress you’ve made and you’re fucking amazing at it, hell! you got it under control better than me. just know that you’re doing great okay ? i’m so fucking proud of you, got that ? i love you” he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. the gesture making you tear up a bit. “thank you, for that. it was much needed. i love you” you hugged him. “anytime baby, anytime”.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu timeskip #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x reader fluff #kuroo drabble #kuroo scenarios #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsurou x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo headcanons #hq headcanons #hq fluff #hq x reader #hq

[ana-chronista]

Me again with some Jan/Jure for the kiss promts hehe :))

Could you maybe do …forcefully and ...out of necessity for them (either works fine as well<3)

So my hand slipped and I wrote both...

33. ...forcefully

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Lying there on the hospital bed, arm already in a fresh cast and sling, Jure has the audacity to roll his eyes. “Oh, come on. It's not like I did it on purpose!” “That doesn't matter!” Jan snaps back at him, trying to take a deep breath before his anger becomes full-on fury. They may be in a private side room, alone while the nurse is off sorting out the discharge paperwork, but the door is still slightly ajar and he doubts anyone down the corridor wants to hear him shouting. “Jan, it's not that b- ” “Don’t you tell me – you're lying there with a broken arm and you're trying to tell me me it's not that bad?” He can’t believe how casually Jure is treating this. The panic he’d felt from the phone call – don’t freak out, but can you give me a ride from the hospital? – is still gnawing at the edges of his mind, even though no permanent damage has been done and Jure appears to give precisely zero shits about what’s happened. “Who are you, my mum?” Jure scoffs. “It's really not, it barely hurts – ” “That’ll be the painkillers, which seem to be messing up your take on this.” “Look, if I’d wanted a lecture, I would have called Kris – ” “Yeah, I’d love to see how you’re going to explain this one to him.” Jan says snidely. He wants a front row seat to that show, for sure. “What are we supposed to do with the gigs coming up?” “I don’t know, Rick Allen manages just fine.” Jure shoots back. For a moment, Jan stares him down, hands on hips, until suddenly Jure sighs, flippancy draining and leaving him deflated. “Get a session musician, I guess. I know a few people, and I’m sure Nace has a few connections.” Jan shakes his head, insisting, “That’s not the point, Jure.” “Yeah, OK, I don’t want to let the fans down. Maybe I can still be on stage?” “Also not the point!” He can’t help raising his voice. How does he not get that there are a million and one different scenarios still running through Jan’s head, each worse than the last? “What if you’d landed on your head or something? You could have been hurt way worse!” And just like that, he can see annoyance flooding the other man again. “Yeah, but I didn’t, and I wasn’t! Honestly, I don’t get why you’re making such a huge deal – ” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He darts forward, his hands landing on either side of Jure’s jaw to hold him in place and crushes his mouth against his. He pours every last scrap of fear and frustration into it, cutting off every last what if and what now chasing through his head. There’s a spark of satisfaction as Jure shifts his head the fraction he can, mouth falling open beneath Jan’s teeth and tongue. It only lasts a moment before footsteps echo in the hallway. They’re both breathless and panting as they break apart. “There!” Jan hisses, still holding on to Jure’s face as the drummer stares back at him. “Do you understand now? A knock sounds on the door. “Mr. Maček – ” “Jan – ” Jure sounds as dazed as he looks. Jan can feel his jaw clenching as he shakes his head and lets go of Jure. “Later. We’ll talk later.” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning to the window as the nurse comes in clutching Jure’s file.

49. ... out of necessity

“So, the time has come!” Jure announces, startling Jan out of pretending to check his texts to look up and see their new drummer grinning up at him. “For what?” he asks, wondering if he’s missed something. The music and chatter of the party is like a wall of noise blocking off what’s actually happening, and he’s been lurking here in the corner for a good ten minutes trying to recharge his social batteries, beer in one hand and phone in the other. “For us to kiss!” Jure sounds so matter of fact, as though it should be obvious. Jan raises an eyebrow, trying to stay deadpan. “Oh, really?” Jure shrugs. “Well, I’ve already kissed everyone else... Bojan, Kris, Martin, even Matic on his way out.” He ticks them off on his fingers as he goes, leaving one raised that he prods into Jan’s chest. “That just leaves you.” “And what’s this all for? Science?” “Nah, team bonding exercise.” He can’t help but laugh at the flimsy reasoning. “You know, if you wanted to kiss me that much you could’ve just asked.” “Didn’t think I’d need to.” Jure says airily. “Thought you’d make me welcome.” Jan rolls his eyes, unable to help the fond smile tugging at his lips as he slips his phone away. “Well, if that’s how you feel, come here then.” Jure apparently doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s immediately stepping into Jan’s personal space and wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him down, leaning up and meeting him halfway. Jan lets him lead, unsure exactly what he’s going for, but Jure’s lips on his are warm and insistent as he coaxes Jan’s mouth open and then Jan – Jan decides to play him at his own game, wrapping his free arm around Jure’s back to draw him in closer, pushing back as much as Jure is. He lets Jure cup the back of his head and deepen the kiss, but nips back at his bottom lip, enjoying the smallest shudder he feels run through him. Jure was the one to ask for this, of course. He might as well make it memorable for him. It seems like he’s succeeded, because Jure is grinning when they break apart, wide and self-satisfied and very much the cat that got the cream. Jan can’t blame him – he’s feeling quite pleased with himself too, even if he restricts it to a smirk. “Will that do, then?” he asks. Jure uncoils himself from Jan, sliding his hands over his shoulders to his chest before giving him an affectionate nudge. “Hmm, maybe. I don’t know.” His tone is light and teasing, though Jan’s pretty sure he can hear some breathlessness in there too. “I might need more research – I’ll let you know.” And if Jure suggests they go conduct that research somewhere a bit quieter, Jan knows he’ll agree. This party is boring, anyway.

#ana answers #jan/jure #fanfic

[depressed-teacup-inc]

It’s “assassinate Nino’s character” hours

Hey so you know how miraculous does this thing where it will release a whole bunch of episodes except one super fast, and usually the one unreleased episode holds important info for the plot or has something upsetting happen in it?

So this is this episode, they ruined Nino again

Ok first of all, before y’all ask, I’m not upset at Nino for saying that he and Alya used to be carapace and Rena Rouge. Literally everyone but Ladybug and Chat Noir were revealing identities AND LITERALLY ALIX INFORMED THE ENTIRE CLASS THAT SHE WAS LEAVING TO BE A SUPERHERO, so it’s fine that he’s talking about it, because frankly, if everyone in fucking Paris can know someone’s hero identity and still have them be a hero, then the identity rule doesn’t fucking matter and they should MOVE THE FUCK ON FROM THIS PLOT

Also the audacity of these two for getting angry at Nino telling Adrien his identity after he was already caught by Hawkmoth, WHEN MARINETTE AKA LADYBUG AKA THE ENFORCER OF EVERYTHING IDENTITY RULE REVEALED HERSELF TO ALYA

But I digress moving on~

I’m upset at Nino (or well. The plot assassinating Nino’s character for conflict) because he legit forced all his friends to try to akumatize someone he already knows is volatile and can hurt his friends, and said this to Adrien (which hey might be true ngl, but still dude, dick fucking move)

I understand that the show needed a conflict for this episode and a way to “uncover” how Monarch grants powers (which btw why the fuck was it magic lightning?! They could’ve literally just shown the akuma with an accent color corresponding to a miraculous and say he’s transferring powers using the butterfly miraculous, aka THE MIRACULOUS OF TRANSMISSION?! Literally that’s what they should’ve done in the first place with season 5 but I digress) but Nino seriously did not need to be such a cunt for this episode to work? Nino did not need to involve Adrien in this knowing he would get in trouble, or he could’ve tried to track all the parents, because parent-teacher conferences are already a big stress, and then when Gabriel catches them, he’d be “mad”.

Which speaking of, before I hear anyone blame Lila for why that plan didn’t fucking work, LILA DOES NOT KNOW GABRIEL IS MONARCH! The plan didn’t work because it was idiotic, and considering how her character is constantly made worse and worse and everyone is made dumber and dumber just make marinette look like a beautiful innocent victim in comparison(they reset the characters again, Adrien and Alya are not suspicious at all), I’m less angry at her and more tired of the writing of the show. She didn’t purposely say it to help monarch, but the show will just claim she did because apparently she’s worse then the terrorist now (and make her a spy for Monarch on the resistance, and again “marinette is always right because she’s the best and people should always listen to her”)

Everything else this episode was more or less alright or annoying, the rings are still idiotic and don’t make sense, Marinette stop making everything about yourself and acting high and mighty, YOU WERE LITERALLY THE FIRST PERSON VOTING FOR THIS PLAN, DON’T GO AND LECTURE NINO LIKE YOU WEREN’T A PART OF THIS! And also not everything is about your love life, Adrien got in trouble because you encouraged an idiotic plan that would hurt him, this has nothing to do with your “love”

Also Gabriel… fuck I’m scared of what the show is gonna do.

This episode finally addresses why Gabriel has been suddenly a housewife, but it still doesn’t make sense???? Like Gabriel says that the reason he wants to have more meals and quality time spent with Adrien is because he feels bad for neglecting him, and wants to make things better again, But when Adrien mentioned not liking the alliance, Gabriel half threatened him? Saying “hey if you want to go to how things used to be if you’re so unhappy with my invention, be my guest” like god I don’t trust you

And like? I still don’t understand Gabriel’s motive? Like I think they tried to address that with Passion saying it has something to do with him getting cataclysmed??? But what would that have to do with anything? Gabe finally acknowledged the inevitability of death and wants to be nice?

And the thing is, that implies that either:

A. This is some sort of big manipulative plan we don’t understand yet, or…

B. Gabriel, after what happened in this show, is getting a redemption arc.

And I swear to god. I already mentioned my fear of the show trying to redeem him and claim he’s innocent and really just did all of this for his family, but considering that fact he’s an actual terrorist that tried to shoot a missile in New York, and that he gets sidetracked from saving Emilie to just hunting all the miraculous and being a generic villain??

Like bro you had the chance to maybe redeem him for his actions in season 2, but now he’s just a bad abusive guy that ignored and abused and manipulated his son for the sake of power, AND IF THE SHOW IS TRYING TI WRITE OFF WHAT HE DID LIKE THEY DID TO JAGGED AND HAVE EVERYONE FORGIVE HIM I WILL START A MOTHERFUCKING RIOT (I STILL DON’T FORGIVE JAGGED)

But yeah that’s the episode, despite everything, I’m glad Adrien has the illusion of a normal family for one second.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb fandom #ml spoilers #ml season 5 #ml rants #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #gabriel agreste #IF THEY JAGGED THE FUCKING TERROROST AND JUSTOFY HIS ACTIONS

[miseriathome]

Work venting

My shift lead has such a bad case of main character syndrome 🙄 she'll walk out at the end of the day and look people straight in the eye and deadpan say she's going to kill herself, then burst out laughing. Or deadpan say she's about to go home and drink wine straight out of the bottle and then same thing, burst out into laughter. But then has the audacity to get a dark look on her face when somebody twice her age makes an extremely quick-witted joke about how she makes him want to self-harm (literally hilarious because same) and then lecture him about how "I have friends who... *shakes head* I can't. It's not even funny."

Girl, you make suicide jokes at work literally constantly, you have zero high ground to stand on. And do you actually think a 60-something year old man whose mom is upstairs literally dying has never also gone through it or had friends going through it? Do you truly think you are the poor lonely singular person in existence who shoulders the burden of all the world's horrors? Grow some theory of mind, who hasn't been impacted by suicide or whatever, honestly?

(Also if somebody at work is being blasé about ~dark topics~ and you are their lead, the appropriate course of action is to gently redirect and also to check in on their well-being, because uh who do you think makes those jokes in the first place, my fucking god your leadership is crap it's not about you except for the part where we all want to throttle you because you're so fucking bad at your job. Guilt-tripping is about your feelings, whereas leadership is about taking responsible action.)

ETA: Also when I say main character syndrome, like... She got this huge Harry Potter tattoo and when people who don't care about Harry Potter didn't react with delighted glee, she would do this huge gasp of horror and then start explaining what every object was and quizzing them on them, like "do you know what this is? This is the symbol of the Deathly Hollows! It means--" yeah okay see this is why you don't get anything done. ✨ Sometimes other people will simply not share your interests and if that's threatening to you then perhaps you should stop coercing people into engaging with you about them ✨ cannot emphasize enough how this took place with us in a locked room and her standing in the door

#personal #my life #suicide cw #self-harm cw #🙄

[sharpth1ng]

OMG YOURE BOTH BIG DICK RANDY AND HW? BIG BRAIN SHIT. - I AM and bahaha thank you. I have like 20 minutes to myself rn, so speed typing this on my phone and apologizing for the incoming spam that's about to come your way because I'm going to respond to both Randy's monster cock and the HW stuff separately. (really need to get my shit together and find a username) First tho, your tags on that other post abt the dicks and Hank Williams. Iconic. and this tag thanks for the great chats as always - is so sweet and back at you!😊 1/2 He’s like “No I’m just not a fucking cocksucker” (red face). - he totally does which draws more attention to him not less (then he has the audacity to lecture Stu abt subtlety smh...)

(AND YES AT STUS MEAN GIRL ENERGY! that’s my favourite tbh like that’s the scene (aside from the kitchen) where it feels like, the most undeniable that they’re fucking.) YES that scene and the kitchen are truly amazing. I love how Randy is just there being used like a human barrier to keep them jumping on each other in the damn store. HIS EXPRESSION TOO. Every scene where those two interact it's like they're fucking in their own way with their go between. Even by the fountain and at the door.

why am I starting to think it’s funnier if Billy is average sized and just really insecure about it? - exactly what my thought process was lmao, like because A) he's dramatic about it (boy needs that a little bit dramatic shirt Regina wore in Mean Girls which I'm now picturing him wearing in the final act for his dying swan/falling down the stairs scene and the entire kitchen scene) and B) hates Randy, so this is just another thing for him to be pissed about. (speaking of I have always headcanoned he hates Randy because he's jealous of Stu's friendship with him, not because Randy is into Sid like he lets Randy believe. I could even imagine him asking Sid out in the first place when Stu starts up with Casey, just to one up Randy). I'm also loving the idea of Stu saying something about Randy's dick size at some point just to bait Billy and it fucking works (Billy thinks he's in control of this relationship but this entire lap dog scenario Randy speaks of is mutual and deep down Billy knows it and is pissed about that too! fdsjkfds)

Bless you Big Dick Hank Williams (hows that for a username lmao)

And LMAO you're welcome for the tags, I do my best.

Billy is CONSTANTLY lecturing Stu on subtlety and then going around being the most obvious cocksucker, its absurd really.

RANDY THE HUMAN BARRIER THO. I hc that theres been a whole lot of tension between them for years at this point, and they've both probably used Randy to buffer that before they were really ready to deal with it, and before it was even a sexual thing. He went to so many horribly awkward middle school sleepovers.

And OK but I've been thinking that Randy and Billy knew each other before Stu, like they were in preschool together and prob didn't get along that well but didn't hate each other. Then Stu started at their school in grade 1 or 2 and made friends with both of them and suddenly Billy just became the WORST to Randy.

I might write some one shot with them as kids tbh i've been interested in that dynamic and how it changes as they get older OH GOD I HAVE SO MUCH WRITTING TO DO

And tbh? I love the idea that he decided to start dating Sid because he knew Randy liked her, like Billy might not have even realized that that was what he was doing but that do be what he did. I think Stu's been dating for a while, probably started dating before Billy so I think Billy also decided he just needed to be dating some girl at a certain point.

ALSO HOLY SHIT THE MEAN GIRLS SHIRT LMAO. At this point i just have a mental collection of 'time out' shirts for Billy.

LOL also ya Stu baiting Billy about Randy's dick size would bring the furies of hell down on him but we know he's into that tbh so y'know.

#Big dick Hank Williams #billy is a little bitch #and a big drama queen #ask

[khaleesiofalicante]

DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HOW IM PROJECTING MALEC ONTO TWO OF MY ANATOMY PROFESSORS

who am I kidding of course you do anyways-

Ok so. Our Anatomy department has like, four people right (used to be three, but a new tutor joined sooo). There's the head of department, a professor, and two tutors and like.

Our head of department - he's like. Hmm I wouldn't describe him as grumpy but he's the strictest and always roasts us for the smallest things and yet he's somehow everyone's favourite lecturer. Including mine ofc. At first I hated him, but then he gave me an extension on a deadline and gave me actual proper advice on how I could improve my grades and now I'd die for this man. Also - I've never ever, ever, seen him smile in real life. There was this one photo tho that we somehow got hold of where he's smiling and. Dani I was literally fucking shocked when I first saw it I was like "wdym this is Mr. HoD??!?!?! Bitch can smile?!?!?!?"

Obviously, he's Alec 😎

Additional deets - he makes amazing presentations, he has a thing for color coded notes, and he drives a tiny blue nano car

And and and the professor alright - he's so much more friendly and approachable, and literally half the girls in our class swoon over him cause "Oh, he's soooooo handsome!!". He's the cool, chill professor, basically. Except for that one time after the ptm where a lot of parents basically went off on Mr. HoD cause the students blamed the teachers for their bad grades (smh) and the professor just. Lectured us SO hard about it. (I was innocent so I was just sitting there sipping my metaphorical tea lol). And he had the audacity to end it with "Oh, we're not angry. You wouldn't like Mr. HoD and I when we're angry." I was just like. Yaaas au!Magnus you go defend your husband 😂

Additional deets - he's a fucking biker. In his own words, "I spend more money on biking accessories than my own phone." He's also an advocate for wearing helmets and road safety in general.

It's so surreal having them as teachers cause wow they're so fucking cool and they remind me of my favorite fictional characters but at the same time they're the ones giving me assignments and shit and grading my tests and holding surprise tests (when you're a med student, a surprise test is a normal test with one day's notice btw) and it's like. Maybe this is what having malec for parents feels like. Yeah he's the high warlock of Brooklyn but he grounded your ass and he's making you do chores. Suddenly I relate to Max and Rafe

Am I crazy? Mayyyybe 😝 but I've got (almost) irl malec as my anatomy professors so like. Lol suckers!

I NEED REGULAR UPDATES BECAUSE I AM INVESTED NOW.

Also, I am obsessed with this man and I read like one (1) ask about him.

DEFINITELY POSSESSES ALEC LIGHTWOOD LEVEL CHARISMA.

#laks soap

[ladyjanewatertonroseshire10]

Pervy Manipulator

I just need to write this to lessen the burden inside me...

I am currently in search for a new job because I need a better pay, benefits and career growth. I have attended some interviews and the recent one, I was frustrated and angry of how the interviewer made me uncomfortable during the interview last Friday.

I went to the job interview and we were a total of three. The HR Personnel gave us an exam before proceeding to the job interview. Everything's good until the interviewer came. He was not an employee of the company. The interviewer was a Legal Consultant/Corporate Lawyer. He saw me and graced me with a smile that I find it weird and uncomfortable.

When the HR Personnel collected our answer sheets, I was called in first. He started asking me about my work experience and I answered professionally by stating my daily duties and responsibilities as an HR Assistant. He only asked two questions about my work experience and he started going off course after I told him I'm a hard-working employee and want to help my family.

He then went on a full lecture about the principles of in the HR and what the meaning of hard-working in each letter.

I began to feel uneasy with the way how the interview went. He said that when he saw me he felt he needed to 'redirect my mindset'. At first, it was encouraging because he wanted to have confidence in myself and believing in my talent and skills. But, he later on went to my personal life.

He told me he felt some animosity to my parents and he was right but I rather not discuss it in the interview so I kept quiet. He then went on that the parents should be seen as the responsible ones no matter what they did, they're still parents and need to be recognized as the responsible ones especially the mother. He was trying to push his opinion on me but I whole-heartedly mentally threw his opinion to the trash. I was tempted to yell "Fuck you!" at him. Then, he went to my love life. He asked at the age of 27, why am I still single. I told him I still have a lot of things to work on and wanted to focus on myself. He then said "You're 27 and a pretty girl. Why not be in a relationship? Why are you scared of commitments?". That's when I spoke up to him. I told him "Sir, it's my personal choice. I'm not afraid getting into relationships nor commitments. I just want to focus on myself and my family for now." Then he said, "Giving your parents grandchildren is a must. It is their legacy that you must carry on. Don't wait and start dating so you can get married and have children."

The 'interview' went on for two hours and the HR Personnel had no choice but to send the other two applicants home. The interviewer didn't question me about my work experience, my skills and education. He was mostly interested with my personal life and tried to take control and manipulate my perspective on things. It's like 10% on work experience, 10% encouragement and 80% about my personal life.

I was drained after that and he told me he would vouch for me to the C.E.O. to hire me but honestly, I rather not get hired by them. I don't want to be in the same office as him. If the company ever consider me, I'm going to decline. I'm not going to accept it just because the pay is good.

I never imagined that I would be in that situation. It's funny that he thought I'm gullible and easy to manipulate. He's wrong. I've already made my analyzation that he's a pervy manipulator and every minute that I'm in the same space as him makes me want to run away. The man is not even married and has children with different moms and, has the audacity to give me a lecture in relationships? I've never felt so bothered and uncomfortable in my life. And whenever I think about it, I start tearing up until now.

#work life #manipulative #mental wellbeing #emotional #scarred

[arcane-strangeness]

can i just say how much i despise middle school musicals

my brother was a part of The Addams Family (he was Thing, they put him in a box and had his hand do movements) and while the casting acting singing and tech stuff were all on point i absolutely hated the plot like with my whole heart

and this is just me being a little demi-aro/ace hater but not everyone has to fall in love they did my girl wednesday DIRTY

but other than that it was good until the end when everyone was leaving because it's a CROWD with MIDDLE SCHOOLERS and it was LOUD and there was barely enough room to MOVE and i'm trying not to lose my sister in the crowd and she's fighting me every step of the way and everything is just too MUCH and i'm super overstimulated but i can't LEAVE because my brothers taking his sweet sweet time in the dressing room and i actually wanna start pushing kids over to just get the fuck OUT

and my dad isn't helping, he has the audacity to start lecturing me on how "i'm sorry you missed when your friends were playing games together but you can't be mad about plans we've had for weeks" but yes i fucking can because i have no SAY in these things i didn't want to go to begin with but you made me and the fact that my friends were playing among us without me didn't HELP and the overstimulation (i was genuinely nearing a full on panic attack) was the little cherry on top so i think i deserve the right to say LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE

#vent #my posts #i'm not having a good time

[wasntmeanttobe64]

If you think it’s banal it means you never cared, that’s why I didn’t want to put myself through the pain of talking to you again. You never asked me what’s happening with me, you never talked to me, you let me to die. So please, don’t start lecturing me about friendship and pretend that you’re hurt. If you cared, you would still be here, but you stopped being my friend a long time ago, you didn't send me anything, for a long time before I said anything.

Please leave me alone, and don’t come talking to me in real life, with the audacity to say that you’re mad at me. That’s the first thing you said, with a smile on your face. Imene, fuck off.

I’m tired. I’m tired of being the person who calls first, who texts first. I’m tired of being used whenever it suits you to talk about YOU. You never asked me what I want out of life, how my love life is going, you don’t know anything about me, about what I’m like. I’m tired of that dynamic, and I know I have a part to play in making it, but it sucks the blood out of me, and I know it sucked the blood out of you too.

I loved you, truly, but I didn’t know how to tell you. That’s why it was intense for me. I just didn’t want to tell you, I was waiting for you to say something, I was in inaction, but I was still alive, I knew that by telling you how I feel, it could either be heaven or hell. So I assumed the worst, and left. I’m no better than the next guy because of it. Because I’m not used to that, as you can obviously tell by what I look like and how I talk. People don’t fall in love with me, but unfortunately, I can fall in love. I don’t really ask much of the world, I know where I stand, and I give even when I don’t receive. But the reminders that I am not respected or loved eventually get the best of me. The way you talked to me, the way you didn’t think I was capable, or I had a worthwhile story to tell, how my day went wasn’t important. I’ve never been loved so I don’t know how to love or how to ask for it, that’s what made it so painful for you, and so painful for me.

I thought I said that I loved you enough, by calling you, texting you. But you clearly didn’t feel that way, and you had a life of your own, that you didn’t care to involve me in it.

And for a long time I was fine with that, but I was tired of that distance, I was tired of calling someone in a crisis of loneliness, and them not caring. It wasn’t just that call, it was long before that I couldn’t feel safe with you anymore. You could’ve done something, but you didn’t, and even after that call, you didn’t. So no matter how hard I act, and how genuinely I am happy to see you, my heart can’t forgive you. You knew, I know you did. You knew that there was something about me, an insecurity, that made me do that. You knew that I was lonely, you knew that my social skills were a barrier to how I function in society, and you knew, that I didn’t have the words to say how I truly felt, and you still left me, you still ignored me. You didn’t want to say outright that you didn’t want to talk to me, but your actions did. Don’t blame me, when I was only giving you what you wanted.

I am still trying to find love, and to be a person who is comfortable with it. It’s a long journey for me, longer than yours, miss popular and pretty girl whose phone doesn’t stop ringing with messages, and whose friends apparently fall in love with her all of the time. You didn’t care for me, you had a boyfriend, and more respectable friends.

I was bitter against you, that’s what made me lash out. I could’ve just kept you, and let you see me grow, and invite you into my life whenever you wanted, whenever you felt safe with who I am, without judgment. But I am no angel, I get bitter and I get upset, I get jealous and I want attention sometimes. I know it’s bad, but I was there for you for years, taking in the pain of life and solitude, taking in the pain of being in the margins of your life, listening to your stories, and be a good little npc, even though I had wants and needs of my own that desperately cried for warmth. My love was pure and unselfish for a long time, if anything, you have to give me that.

I had less than you, but I still tried, I tried so hard, but I decided I’ve had enough, I ran out of life, and I kept the little that I had left for me, to last at least another year. If you reached out to me, I would’ve answered, if you apologized, if you cared, I would’ve welcomed you. I stopped reaching out to people, I stopped asking for attention, but I gave attention back to whoever came to me first. I admit, not a lot did.

I admired you a lot, but I cannot give without receiving, receiving even with just saying that you are trying.

At least, not ignore me.

At least, check up on me.

At least, something, anything.

At least, when I get angry and say I don’t wanna be friends anymore, say something, don’t leave me.

But you did.

You said nothing, and you were ready to leave, as if you’d been ready for a long time.

You knew there was something wrong with me, and you still left me.

Because you asked Malik and knew there was something wrong with me.

I really did love you, I still love you when I remember you like I am doing now, but I hope to god I stop loving you again soon, because it hurts so much when it’s so one-sided, for so long.

Love will always be the loss, someone’s absence is always when I remember how much I love them, I hoped that you would feel that for me. My feelings change a lot depending on my mood, but all I see now is how cruel the world is. How I am fucking annoying when I talk to someone I like. Maybe I gave too much of my soul, maybe I left out some mystery. Maybe for me to be loved, I constantly need to be in a shadow, and I need not ask too much of the other person. Or maybe, I’m giving myself too much credit, I think I was just selfish, but only god and I know you were selfish too.

All I know is that it’s been painful for me, talking to someone who doesn’t feel the same way about me. That’s why when you told me not to text you again, it felt like a big relief, and I was hoping, praying, pleading for dear life, that I will find the same kind of connection with someone, where I somehow act right, so we can both follow our rhymes in harmony, so we don’t annoy each other, so it doesn’t hurt, so they don’t ignore me, so I don’t ignore them.

And the reason I stay quiet, is because I gave up.

What’s the point? What’s the point of telling you how I feel when how you feel is more important to you.

What’s the point of being clever with words, when it’s just another selfish thing, because whoever has better words can get out of this more unscathed.

Why am I better than your other friends, and those others guys, who don’t have words of their own, but their feelings are just as valid, their needs are as good as mine, as powerful as mine.

Who you’ve also broke their hearts.

What’s the whole point.

You have too many friends, but only because I was not an important one.