#atleast this year i only have 5 subjects

[romancefranaticstay]

TᑌTOᖇ ᗰE

Category: ♥ Fluff, smut ♥

Teacher!Seungmin x fem!reade!student

Another day, another time, it sucked. You were a student at the university of Seoul. You were doing great at almost every subject you choosed, exspect... math.

You didn't even know why math was one of your subjects. You never choosed it. You even sended a mail, but you couldn't change now. So you had to survive it this year. Your worst nightmare, you worst fear, *math*.

Your teacher didn't had time to tutor you, so he asked another math-teacher to help you. Today was the day to meet him, after school.

The entire day went very slowly, but atleast your friends were comique so it wasn't to boring. Your teachers were always gossiping about every student. And then they dare to say that we are horrible?! How?

After school you had to stay in your classroom. You were waiting and playing with your pencils. When he wasn't here yet for the past 5 minutes, you decided to walk around the classroom. Just walking and staring at the walls.

Suddenly the door opened and you saw an interesting man walking inside.

'Miss... I/N Y/N?" his eyes widened when he saw you. You were very beautifull, he could not deny.

'Yes, that is me, i am here for you tutoring lessons.'

'You can seat yourself next to me.'

You walked over and seated yourself. The chair hurted your butt, but that does every chair in this university.

'Could you tell me what you don't understand?'

'Everything.'

'Everything is much.'

'Yeah i don't know much about math.'

He started with chapter six, because thats the most important chapter. His voice was very soft and it made you relaxed. You could quit understand a bit, but it was very difficult, because maybe this would sound weird... he was extremely hot. You could call him 'smexy'.

You were staring a bit to him. Not really focusing on this theorie of this chapter. His lips were cute, his nose also, but his eyes. You just could stare in them forever.

He saw you watching his face. He actually didn't mind it. You snapped out of you deep-stare.

'I am sorry, i was just wandering into my thoughts, mine apologies.'

'It is okay, this part is not very important.'

He was actually only supposed to teach you for 1 hour, but he taught you for 2 hours. You didn't watch the clock, you loved each other's presence. He could explain everything so well, his voice was so beautiful. For him, 2 hours feels like 10 minutes. Its beautiful; hands turned the page.

Suddenly your alarm went off, and everything was a little disrupted. Seungmin looked at his watch.

'Oops, it's already 8pm, my apologies. I'll give you some papers to work on at home. You have lessons from me every day, so finish these papers by tomorrow if possible.'

'That's probably possible, depending on what tasks I still have to complete from my other teachers. Thank you for this lesson.'

you stood up and started packing everything up.

'I'll see you again tomorrow. Have a nice day!'

He watched you leave the classroom. He never noticed what a beautiful figure you have. He had already seen you walking around, but of course he had never spoken to you. Of course he had never spoken to you before, you are a student and he is a teacher. It is not forbidden, but it is frowned upon. Still, some girls flirted with him, sometimes tried to touch him themselves, but always avoided them. If you flirted with him, he wouldn't avoid it. But you weren't really that romantic, you read a lot of novels, but even when you were little you realized that not everything in the books could be fulfilled.

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You and your teacher started to grow a little closer together. You could say that you two formed a friendly bond. Sometimes you got jealous when some girls tried to twist Seungmin around their fingers. But yes, Seungmin also got jealous when boys came to you. You were very beautiful and intelligent, so boys took their chance, even sometimes girls tried to take their chance with you. You didn't always notice that. Your eyes were actually only focused on Seungmin.

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You sat in your class and you followed the reading. You sometimes overheard some conversations that were happening in front of you. You were learning about Korean Culture when you suddenly heard Seungmin's name in front of you.

"He's so handsome, could he be that good in bed?" two girls giggled.

You straightened your back and started to lean a little closer.

"He could play with me."

You looked at them as if they were crazy. Seungmin isn't that type of guy. What are they thinking, talking about him like that, aren't they ashamed? Your brow furrowed as you heard their multiple conversations. Deep inside you were burning with jealousy, so many girls wanted to have him. So many girls, some were so beautiful in your eyes. You started to focus on your classes again, but what if... what if Seungmin enjoys all that attention? What if he likes one of those many girls? What if he's... a spicy teacher... if you know what I mean? No, that's not possible, no, Seungmin a spicy teacher? Maybe...

You were walking around the square with one of your friends, just chatting about boys and also the new Arcade. You went through the main hall when you saw a group of girls surrounding Seungmin. They all asked him questions and if he could tutor them. They gave him cookies and so much attention. It made you angry, even though there is absolutely nothing between you and Seungmin. He saw you looking from a distance, he saw anger in your eyes. He turned away from all the girls and came towards you. Why is he coming towards me, you thought. You panicked a bit, he looked so good today. His sleeves were rolled up, his blouse was very tight, his buttons could pop off at any moment. You looked in all directions, your girlfriend looked at you strangely, as if you were a mad dog. You dragged her with you to the girls' toilets.

Seungmin tried to speak to you but it was already too late. Of course he wasn't allowed in the girls' toilets.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Lately you started to distance yourself from him. He didn't understand why. He tried to have a conversation with you outside of school, but you avoided him every time. The tutoring sessions were also filled with a kind of tension and not good tension. Sometimes he tried to sit close to you, just to give you some comfort.

He wanted to ask you about it, but he didn't want to bother you with all those questions. At some point he had enough, because he cared about you a lot. He wanted to love you and he would do anything to fix it.

Tutoring was over, and you started packing your things. You wanted to go to the door, but suddenly he blocked you.

“I can't take it anymore Y/N. What did I do wrong? Did I hurt your feelings? Did I accidentally hurt you?'

'What are you talking about?'

"Lately I feel like you're trying to avoid me, have I done something?"

You were quiet. You looked at the ground.

'No nothing.'

He lifted your chin with his index finger.

'Do not lie to me. You can tell me.' '

No, I can't do that.'

'Why not?'

“It's not your fault, it's just…”

you took a deep breath

“all the girls are hanging around you. Flirting with you and for some strange reason it makes me jealous and an-'

he interrupted you by kissing you on the lips. His tongue slid through your mouth. He placed his hand on the back of your head. You opened your mouth wide, giving him all the access. He slid his tongue out of your mouth.

"Does that answer?"

'Don't know.' you teased.

"Maybe you should be a little more clear?"

"Of course princess."

He brought you in for another kiss. This time he held your cheeks with both hands. He stroked it with his thumbs. He made you step back until you bumped into his desk. He opened your legs with his knee. From your mouth his tongue went to your neck. He started licking it like a puppy. You whined softly. You heard him laugh against your neck. His fingers slid into your underwear. He slid between your folds, which were very wet. 'Wet for me? I love that.' He began to gently caress your clit while still sucking on your neck.

You started to position yourself on his desk. He pulled your panties down so he could get a good view. You could see through his pants that he was already hard. You took off his belt and pulled his pants down enough so you could take out his member. He groaned when you started to gently pump his dick. Just to make sure it was hard enough. He positioned himself at your entrance, he began to quietly nestle himself into you.

He held you tight as he slowly started pumping into you. You felt safe with him, his warmth. You heard his heart beat faster. He whispered soft words into your ears, which actually made you more excited. The fact that he was only your tutor two months ago.

His rhythm quickened, so did his breath, his hands felt every part of your body, his hair got wet, his body sweaty, and this all happened in a boring classroom. Your legs were shaking with excitement. Your arms clung to his neck. Everything was perfect, even if you did it on his desk.

"I *kiss* love you so *kiss much, baby."

You brought your two heads closer together.

'You are my soulmate. You are my soul, ohh *kiss* Seungmin, *kiss* what would I do without *kiss* you?'

He kissed you with passion, he kissed you like it was the end, he made sure you knew how much he loved you.

When you both came, he still held you tightly. He looked at you and caressed your cheek.

'That I could love you, as I did just now, is what you call happiness.' 'I feel happy with you.'

Your lips met again, and you devoured each other. You couldn't keep your hands off each other. Everything was perfect at this moment, the atmosphere, the sounds and the one person who could make it all happen: Seungmin.

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[yall-hate-kids-tourney]

Round 5 (main finals): Chara Dreemurr (Undertale) vs. Amane Momose (MILGRAM)

Propaganda below the cut

Chara Dreemurr (?):

They were constantly blamed for killing all of monster kind in the no mercy route, despite players choosing to go that route. People ignored that they sacrificed themselves to attempt to free the monsters from the underground.

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everyone wants to blame their own actions (genocide route) on chara, who is a literal child. i don’t know how to tell you this but you are the one playing the game. it’s about YOUR CHOICES. chara is there is punish you for that, you killed the only family that ever loved them! how could they not be upset at that! also if you don’t mind, here’s a good video essay on the subject 

Amane Momose (12):

Amane was voted guilty in the first trial so that she would acknowledge her guilt. It backfired, and now she’s considered a threat. Well, everyone is a threat, but nobody’s threat level has been as heavily discussed and debated as hers. Consider the next prisoner in line, Mikoto. He’s objectively more dangerous and cannot be restrained. He beat up the guard in trial 1, and he was able to hold his own when the other guilty prisoners were attacked. But a good incentive to forgive him is so that he will calm down. You know what? That’s a good incentive to forgive Amane too! But she *can* be restrained, so a good portion of the discussion went into how she should be voted guilty so she *will* be restrained and not a threat. Since her vote was a near 50/50, of course a good chunk of the voters expressed dissatisfaction with her forgiven verdict. Some are already planning to vote her guilty for trial 3, calling her a “lost cause”. She hasn’t even done any concrete harm yet. Hold the pitchforks until she actually causes harm, please? And what if she *was* voted guilty in trial 2? We’ve been warned that she will continue to deny our judgement. A second guilty verdict won’t make her better either, and then what? She’d be called a “lost cause” as well. There is no winning with her.

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Where do I even start? So first of all she’s an cult child who was physically and mentally abused and tortured by her parents and then (presumably) murdered her mother after her mother killed a cat that she took care of.

Now everyone in Milgram is a murderer but when Amane came and her MV showed her murder and circumstance in an admittedly highly fictionalized depiction of it the audience decided to…repeat the cycle of abuse!

She was voted guilty for the main reason of “teaching her” and helping her “realize that she was abused.” I would like to note that this tough love approach is something her parents utilized against her. “We are only doing this to help you.”

So the audience replicates Amane’s abusers and repeats the cycle of abuse and that’s pretty shitty but it isn’t exactly “Fuck Em Kids” level.

And then Trial 2 happened. Cause Amane is bitter and angry and horrifically traumatized so she acts aggressive and hostile. Especially towards another prisoner.

Now, again, everyone here is a fucking murderer (of atleast could be constructed as one) These people being able to Harm is a core concept of this series.

Yet for some reason it feels like people treat Amane as a “delusional creepy kid who wants to kill people” which completly takes away the nuance of her character. She does have the capacity to harm! Everyone here does! She’s not Uniquly Dangerous! She just has a Reason to be Dangerous. A Reason we GAVE HER by REPEATING THE CYCLE OF ABUSE.

In short: In a series full of Murderers I’m honestly a bit pissed that the 12 year old abuse victim is the one who’s treated like the guy from American Pyscho.

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TL;DR: "We metavoted this abused, indoctrinated child guilty in trial 1, but it didn't work. Now she is a threat to three grown adults: one who is fully free and two whom she has been shown to get along with. Please metavote her guilty again so she will be restrained and unable to attack them, even though that means subjecting her to further psychological torture." Amane Momose is the youngest of ten murderers, prisoners of Milgram who are to be judged innocent (forgiven) or guilty (unforgiven). In the first interrogation (voice drama), she said that what she did was in line with her religion's doctrines. If we judged her the "wrong way", she said she will just deny the verdict. Combining the voice drama and music video, you could piece together that she was raised in a cult and abused, even though she is cheerful and downplays her pain. She never shows *who* she killed, only *why* she did. After the first day of her vote, she was 81% innocent, but this wouldn't last the whole three months. Many people voted her guilty so she would "see her sins", part of the practice commonly known as "metavoting". Her innocent percentage rapidly decreased, and she hit guilty in the last 15 days, finishing at 51% guilty. At the end of the first trial, Jackalope (who is something like a host) went over all the prisoners' verdicts and commented on the general reasoning. When he got to Amane, he *laughed* at the audience for voting that way to make her realize her sins. Trial 2 rolled around, and it was revealed that Amane's victim was her abuser. On day one, she was at 74% innocent. Seems like a cut-and-dry case now, right? Well... in the intermission, two of the prisoners (Fuuta and Mahiru) were badly beaten up and became reliant on the care of Shidou, a doctor. Amane became hostile to Shidou because what he was doing was against her beliefs. She visited all three of them on their birthdays to convince them to change their ways. She seems to be especially close to Fuuta, who is now murmuring about salvation. Guilty prisoners are psychologically tortured, forced to listen to voices that reject their beliefs. Fuuta and Mahiru both say that the mental strain is worse than their physical injuries. But Amane, who also looks worse for wear, was thrown under the bus because she isn't injured and is considered a physical threat to them (never mind that she gets along with them). She's considered a threat to Shidou, a grown man who is twice her size and fully free, while she is partially restricted by the long sleeves in her trial 2 uniform. She might indoctrinate Fuuta even though, in a prison of ten people and one guard, she's the only voice of her cult. Fortunately, she got a break. Her vote was falling at a similar rate to the first trial. But this time, it stabilized at 51% innocent, 12 days before the end of her vote. But there's no way this is over.

#yall hate kids tourney #round 5 #undertale #undertale spoilers #chara undertale #chara dreemurr #chara #milgram #milgram project #amane momose #momose amane #cw suicide #cw self sacrifice #cw child death #cw child abuse #cw cults #cw torture #cw psychological torture #cw animal death #Youtube

[millie-multifics]

Though I Yearn • Part 5

Masters of the Air

Secret Admirer x Reader

A string of anonymous letters causes a stir at Thorpe Abbotts. Who could be the author of the tender correspondence you have been receiving?

Warnings: Gossip, mentions of death, mentions of cheating, singular use of a petname.

Word Count: ~1.3k

Masterlist Previous Next- Coming Soon!

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After Douglass had made a big fuss, words of the letters had spread across Thorpe Abbotts like wild fire. Everyone was pointing their fingers at possible culprits, bringing the once quiet situation to absolute chaos. It had been weeks since a letter had arrived, the writer forced into hiding from the attention. The men had gone to Africa, their numbers dwindling on the journey, a few notable losses were Curt and Dickie. Replacements had arrived- you held such a hatred for that word.

You craved your own peace more and more as the days passed by. You had found a spot in the empty field passed the runways that was void of people, Lemmons crew left you alone.

“What are you doing out here?” Blakely’s boots crunced the weeds as he approached, his shadow blocking the sun from your eyes as they fluttered open.

“It’s usually quiet out here,” Your tone was teasing, “No questions, accusations or chatter. Just the birds, the breeze and occasionally the hum of a few planes. What are you doing out here?”

“You’ve got mail.”

You sat upright, brushing blades of grass from where they stuck to your dress. “New duty, Blakely?”

“You know you can call me Everett, I’d like to think we are friends of some sort.” He huffed as he handed over the mail. Three envelopes: one from home, one with a return adress of New York City and finally a new letter that was missing a return adress.

“Did Douglass send you out here? Since he is ever so concerned that he couldn’t help himself but to corner me in front of atleast half the company.”

“Carrier said they hadn’t seen you all day, entrusted me with your mail but you really ought to talk to Dougie, he feels terrible for bringing you attention like that.”

“I believe Lieutenant Dye’s celebration is underway, I thought you would be there?” You changed the subject, avoiding Blakely’s words just as you had been avoiding the man they were about.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you later on, save me a dance?”

You sent him a nod of agreement, waiting for him to be out of sight before turning your attention to the letters he had delivered.

You read the letter from home first, it was filled with the ususal wishes for your wellbeing and updates on events or gossip that you had missed. You did not recognize the loopy femine cursive on the envelope adressed from New York and it felt very thin between your fingertips. You open the flap, revealing only a single photograph inside. A man and woman in a busy street, he was handsome in his dress greens and she donned a plain yet elegant wedding gown… but it was not just a photograph of two strangers. Your fingertips gently ran over the mans face, absorbing his features as this was the first time you had set eyes on him since he had left you broken hearted on his porch not quite a year ago. There was a date written on the back of the picture, August 20 1943.

Despite the deep ache in your chest from the photograph, a spark of excitment filled you as you opened the third envelope. There had been a drought of letters from your Secret Admirer since the secret flooded the base, you had missed reading his words more than you had liked to admit.

“I did not intend to draw such attention and for that I must apologize. I have come to the conclusion if any of the men were to find out that these clandestine correspondence were written by me, I would be heckled for my aberrant ways. I am not perceived as a romantic, many see me to be brash and arrogent but since I met you I have been reformed. I feel a fool to be so cowardess with my affections while the possibility of death looms so heavily but I fear my mind over heart mentality will not crumble.”

Your mind spun, it was someone unexpected but who? With each letter you felt more more drawn to his words and your eagerness to discover the identity of the writer grew.

You clutched the recent letter and the photograph to your chest as you lay in the field, unbothered by the setting sun.

Hours had passed, the field had been swallowed by darkness but your body felt too heavy to move under the weight of the papers on your chest. The quiet yet rough trampling of the tall grass behind you alerted you to a new presence.

“If Blakely told you I was out here then he can find himself another dance partner.” You spoke loudly, nearly startling the man as he had not seen your silhoutte on the ground in the darkness, despite actively searching for you.

“That is a shame.”

The voice was unexpected, you honestly had expected it to be Douglass or DeMarco, maybe even Blakely with the intention of dragging you to the party but surely not Major Egan.

“Major, I thought you would be at Dye’s celebration?” Your eyes found his through the darkness as he now towered over you.

“I could say the same for you. Blakely mentioned you were out here earlier but when you failed to show at the party some of the men got worried. I volunteered to come check on you, I don’t think it’s safe to be out here in the dark like this.”

“I would hate to damper the celebration.”

“It got dampered anyway, sweetheart,” He moved to lay on the ground next to you, unbothered by any stains the grass may leave on his uniform, “By the men we have lost and the men we will lose.”

It was quiet for awhile, both enjoying the silent company of another person, unaware of the battling thoughts happening in the others brain. Your worries felt silly compared to his, he had lost friends and men under his command, you briefly wondered if he had volenteered to find you to escape the ghosts of them at the party.

It was silent for a moment before the Major spoke again, “The stars sure are pretty out here.”

Your eyes searched around the clouds, only a few bright stars visable in the dark of the night. “When they peek out of the clouds anyway.”

“Are you alright?”

The genuine concern in his question had taken you off guard. You took a second to debate how much you were willing to share with the Major as every aspect of your life had been previously aired, but remembered divulging a little to him before Dougie had brought attention. You handed the Major the photo you had recieved, glancing over as he angled it under the moonlight to see it clearly. “Before the war, it was all him, he was the one I would marry and bare my soul to. Suddenly everything changed, he had enlisted and just a week before our wedding I discovered that he was being unfaithful. I was foolishly willing to forgive him but he chose her, now they are married and I am here; my lonely soul wondering what is next for me, if my soulmate is out there somewhere or perhaps I am just unlucky and he won’t make it through this war so I shall forever be alone.”

You swallowed harshly, washing the thickness from your throat as your eyes burned looking up at the stars.

“What of your writer?” Egan returned the picture, his eyes scanning your face as the grass fanned your cheeks in the soft night breeze.

“How am I supposed to call someone mine if I don’t even know their name?” You sighed, heavily as if to lesson the weight, “I wish I could tell him that he makes the ache in my heart bearable.”

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@jointherebellion215 @orchiidflwer

#masters of the air #mota fanfic #mota #mota spoilers #bucky egan #curtis biddick #apple tv #everett blakely #james douglass #john brady #major gale cleven #gale cleven #austin butler #john bucky egan #callum turner #major john bucky egan #major john egan

[starlostseungmin]

dito nalang ako magrereply dun sa comment mo sa isang ask ko kasi mahaba AHAHAHAHA pero yes omg meron parin creative writing sa curriculum i had it 1st sem ng g12, pero 20th century lit??? THAT SCOPE SOUNDS SO INTERESTING TO STUDY HELLO HUHUHU meron kami niyan na sub pero its 21st cen :'))) so modern ang scope (had it for 1st sem g11). ofc naman i still found the works interesting pero hhhhh sana nag cover din kami 20th hays

meron din kami two other writing subjects: creative nonfiction (2nd sem g12) and contemporary philippine arts from the regions (2nd sem g11, pero more performance based like scriptwriting and drama performance), so i wanna ask if meron din ba to before or baka na add siya recently?

i personally did good on all of them !! well maybe not so good on cw and cnf kasi flat 90 lang nakuha ko and sa awa lang ng diyos nakapasa aking exam scores huhu but if its any consolation, our teacher is just really strict (yes we have her for both the subjects) and halos lahat nasa 80s ang grade. i'll treasure all the times she gave me praises on my works even tho there were really times grabe uminit ulo ko sa kanya HAHAHAHAHA maybe love-hate relationship, but atleast i got her to read my fav korean webnovel and she loved it too !!

another fun fact: i only got a perfect score on a work i submitted to her ONE time and it was the creative personal essay i made about how han jisung helped me find meaning in my life 😭 so u can imagine how much it meant to me lol

OMG DID I SAY 20TH? THAT WAS A TYPO HAHAHAHA 21ST CENTURY PALA 😭😭😭 IT'S BEEN ANO, LIKE 5 YEARS SINCE MY SHS LIFE ENDED HAHAHAHAHA 21ST PALA I'M SO MAKAKALIMUTIN OMG NOOO WE HAVE THE SAME SCOPE 😩 MY CW WAS I WHEN WAS G12 THEN 21ST CENTURY LIT. WAS G11 BOTH FIRST SEMS. HAHAHAHAHA YEAH

WE HAD THOSE OTHER WRITING SUBJECTS nothing changed naman yata sa curriculum sa shs, yung college lang nagch-change usually kasi aalisin nila yung subjects sa curriculum na nasa shs na soooo but there are still minors in college naman that are already taught in shs !!

and that's really great to hear from you! choosing han to be an inspiration in your writing is *chef's kiss* it's really good to have that kind of teacher too! mine was open minded but i never received anything in return aside from 90+ grades HAHAHA that was it. shs made me write thoroughly and much more in college since i took a course that writes TONS of essays and other writings nakakaloka. so in shs it will determine how much and kung pano ka kadasa magsulat meheheh. but yes, i'm happy that you're putting kpop into writing for academic purposes, i also remembered mine when i wrote something about kang daniel from wanna one for an output on CW di ko na maalala ano sinulat ko don HAHAHA i guess it was his biography or smth. but anyway, we always find ways to put or faves into writing for school and that's effective!

#🌧️. 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 #✉️. 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 #🎀 . 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 — 𝗸𝗲𝗶𝘀𝘆

[sublieu]

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤

.warnings: Squirting, Cunnilingus, shit talking [mainly from Chang'e], Drunk sex, very short [sorry, will update]

.basic info: This content is not for minors, if you are a known minor please leave or you will be blocked mainly for my safety.

.prompt: After having her on your talk show, you both go backstage to converse and drink wine...

.cr: ©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 ; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

"Thanks for having me on your show [y/s/n]! and don't forget to check out my latest cookbook, Bakers at heart!"

Chang'e speaks and waves her hands to the camera, the audience's woos and cheers crowding the audio as they slowly fade to black. With you and her sitting in your room and eating [f/d] and drinking red wine. Too drunk on your thoughts as you both laughed and carried on with yourselves.

Her once elegantly placed dress was now unzipped from the side, only showing her bra and her lace panties as she downs another sip of wine with you replacing her empty glass back to it's original place.

"So tell me, have you ever thought about your husband after the scandal?"

You'd start on the subject of her husband, she scoffs and takes another bite of [f/d] and replies rather half heartedly.

"Honestly I fucking hated the dude, poor little cuck can't even think for his damn self. But after waiting 5 years I finally own all the dog's stuff, his money, his house, and his precious cars."

She takes another swing of her glass and throws her feather boa to the floor, Staring at her reflection inside and drinks the rest of her wine and puts down the glass on the table; You on the other hand were shocked to even hear this from her mouth, putting down your glass as well to look her dead in the eyes to prove that she wasn't joking. Which was obvious from her side glance at you.

"What? You think I liked the guy? He even had a small dick, Like dude if you're gonna cheat atleast do it without getting caught."

And that's when everything clicked in your head, could Chang'e have been cheating on this guy after finding out for nearly 2 years before taking everything away from him? Only to feel her hands roam to your chin and thigh.

She continues to inch closer towards you, Her leg casually placed over yours as everything starts to feel dizzy again; Her gentle soft hands turning you to look at her as her lips inched closer and closer towards yours till she whispers in your ear.

"I've loved you for the longest time [y/n]~"

She mutters and seals the kiss with you returning it shortly after. Quiets moans and whimpers left your lips as your kiss slowly gotten sloppier and more obscene, Was it the wine talking or was she being honest? You'd think and brushed it off when you fell on the couch together whilst kissing, her hands roaming underneath your dress shirt and groping your chest.

Chang'e sat back up and continued taking off her skin tight dress, Giggling quietly as you'd eye her down for the first time. Her inmon tattoo stared directly back at you as she starts to take off your dress pants, only when you felt her fingers rub your clit would you snap back into reality; A soft moan left your lips after her fingers were slowly sucked in by your mound.

You wanted to look away, stop her even. But you couldn't stop, her fingers soaked in your juices as the pads pressed at that little gummy part inside you; Chang'e slowly going down to suck on your clit as you laid there and watch her made love to your pussy, her tongue ring twirling around on your sensitive bundle of nerves and leaving you in gasps.

Her moans rolled off her tongue as she kept kissing. Your hands now trapped in her silky, soft hair, Tears cascading down your chin as your head fell back on the arm of your couch; Your nails digging into the cotton and tearing its contents out the longer she messed with your pussy, her fingers going even deeper and causing a bubbly feeling to rise up. Almost as if you were gonna cum.

Afraid of what it was you tried to get Chang'e off your clit, but she just hummed and kept sucking. Already knowing what's bound to happen and even encouraging you to do it on her lips.

"Relax~ nothing bad's gonna happen I promise~"

She coos and fucks your pussy harder on her hand, lightly biting on the bundle of nerves before sucking and kissing it. Causing you to gasp and slur out her name, your sobriety slowly coming back after a while.

Your hands would hold her hair tightly as your sight flashed to white before it slowly started to get darker and darker, only hearing her voice as she came closer to snuggle with you.

"Hey y/n..." "Yea...?" "Wanna go for some KFC?" "... Yea... "

You tried to get up, only to fall down back on the couch, She giggles and proceeds to take up yours and her clothes as she kept conversation.

"I'm blind by the way" "Wait WHAT?!"

©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 ; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

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[flaray25]

Like how I mentioned I've been kinda busy from school I'm not joking at all- I could atleast have less sleep from doing all of my Homework Assignments and Practice

I have to memorize the commands when it comes to Cadet since I want to participate as an official Officer when I'm in 4th Year highschool

If no one knows what Cadet is. Cadet is a Leadership Training where HighSchool students are trained in advance for military purposes. Due to pandemic it was discontinued, but now it's back.

I have to research bunch of stuff for our Subject Presentation and also Presenting another Presentation from another Subject.

I have only 5 hours of sleep every Monday to Friday because of school.

I have a Subject Quiz that I have to review on

I have Volleyball Training

I have to memorize my lines on ENGLISH roleplay

I have to atleast catch up on Math Dance steps

I'm gonna have to be the one to pay for my tuition fee/salary from school

I'm gonna review a whole ass bunch of subjects for our upcoming exam and we also have Foundation day AND Sportsfest coming up

I began to Quit Choir because I was so Busy with catching up on Sports Training- and If i have homework- OUR school ends at 3:30 pm and I have literally 6-7 hours of time to finish it.

I stayed up late at night to finish the scripts from skir 1 and 2 for our English roleplay

AND WE HAVE FIELDTRIP COMING UP AND ALSO CHRISTMAS PARTY. WE ALSO HAVE MASS BECAUSE OUR SCHOOL IS CATHOLIC.

Tell me- HOW busy am I?

I can't even make a single content and I have to leave my fans hanging from tiktok after having 4K Followers.

I can't leave my Tumblr fans from my other sideblogs because they're waiting

I can't catch up on new fics because of my schedules

I can't even chat much on discord or make new contents because my HEAD IS BURNING.

#fandomizer25 #octiblogs #homework #ughrghaaa busybusy BUSY

[tragedyofromance]

@woodswit thank you tagging me and yea this is abt me

1. are you named after anyone?

Yes I am, my mother names me after a famous Russian song writer Nikita bogoslovskiy ( not Russian lol so it was that was the reason why) but I like it as it mean victorious, or leader to victory

2. when was the last time you cried?

6 months ago, it's generally a pattern I do one big cry maybe a whole day or whole afternoon just silently im not really a sobber, unless im forced to talk about it then I guess its more obvious that im crying otherwise a watery esque eye my eyes doesn't get red, You really wouldn't have guess anything, which at times can be sucker since if it was a bit more obvious the ppl around me would ask even if i would have denied it. But that would have still felt nice. But since they usually cant tell and is being completely normal i just feel like i should go along with it, and then the next day its over i do try to cey again but i just cant, i always think i cried it out so theres nothing more and then when 6 months comes in the cycle continues. It's not necessarily healthy, but you know what, whatever,

3. do you have kids?

No, and thank God, right now I'm just not in the mental state or maturity level to look after, provide for another human,

In saying this I do want to have a child, 2 :D, but I want to be mentally capable, and have enough finance saved to create the village that my child would have, (baby sitters, night nurse, travel nanny, doula care, my afterbirth message therapy, postpartum in home care helping with cleaning or making meals) though I may not use these services I want money there so that if need it it'll be there in case of post partum depressiob, I work in childcare some parents and colleagues i work with do not have any help, or only grandparent help and that can also be taxing on the parents not necessarily financially. So it can be emotional struggle and which could lead to a strain in the emotional and physical relationship between the couples,, which I see can at times turn into into resentment when you think your partner is not doing enough, or not feeling supported. Which can lead to feeling too overwhelmed and not being able to enjoy being a parent ( like I don't understand why some ppl say have usually boomer grandparents say have back to back children and in the next 5 years it'll be easy and calm like what about during it, and also why do I want to struggle or look back and not have too fond memories like that never made sense 2 me

so yea before having a child I know I want money saved to cover all these for atleast the 8 months before even thinking of a having a child, I mean in my culture grandparents will look after and stay with with with mother for atleast 6 months to look after both child and mum but still for safety sake.

This was a really long statement lol

4. what sports do you play/have played?

Hockey, netball, tag rugby

5. do you use sarcasm?

Yup. It's the best

6. what's the first thing you notice about people? Whether or not they're performing or being genuine.

7. what’s your eye color? Brown

8. scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings get nightmares

9. any talents? Artistic creations, and cooking I'm very good :D

10. where were you born? Kuwait

11. what are your hobbies? Social media, sculpting with, creating art in many different ways, music i can literally drive for hours, just before reaching home i go the longest way possible, i also enjoy going for a walk when its windy for an hour or more, i want to do wood carving, and forging a knife, and learning to sow and create beautiful clothing

12. do you have any pets? Yep had two and one died

13. how tall are you? 5'3

14. favorite subject in school? History

15. dream job? Teacher for right now, im working on it now, and possibly a professer in the future

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[rico-tyrell]

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[mysticonsheadcanons]

This is a gacha character I made based off of the principal from detentionaire, she's a reference and I name all my characters after what I reference them from, so her names Barrage (because the school principal on detentionaires called Principal Barrage), here's afew things about her:

#1: Barrage is 33 years old and works as a teacher/principal at her old highschool

#2: Due to her being in the army for 5 years she's been a no-nonsense person (atleast, 99% of the time)

#3: She has no kids but would have liked 1 or two, maybe even 3 at most

#4: She's half robot and doesn't like talking about why, she also doesn't like it when people ask her about her parents, she always just replies with "They're sleeping..." and without further convo, she leaves the area

#5: her Favorite activity besides exercising is watching action movies, more specifically about war

#6: She always acts like she doesn't have any emotions infront of her colleagues due to not wanting anyone to see her sad

#7: Barrage has the same nightmare most nights about a particular event that happened to her parents when she was only 3 years old

#8: Barrages favorite color's are black and purple

#9: she's the oldest one out of all of her co-workers

#10: Barrage is a fairly independent person, she also does not like to be disturbed when she's exercising or doing work

#11: She acts like a child some days but it's linked to a certain day of her past (she acts like a child sometimes because to her she feels like part of her mind never grew up, hence, why sometimes she might be seen playing like a kid does with toys)

#12: When Barrage has a hard time falling asleep she either takes a midnight walk, or goes to her attic room window and stares at the moon until she feels tired (she sometimes makes a wish that her parents were beside her too)

#13: her favorite subject in school was actually gym, as she believed it would help her become a soldier in the future

#14: She doesn't express her emotions to anyone, like, at all, she only does when she's alone because she thinks that by expressing herself, she's letting her guard down

#15: whenever A.Nigma high (still working on a better highschool name with nigma in it and one that's not the exact same as the detentionaire school) takes a field trip, Barrage likes to sit at the very back with her headphones in because she hates it when people always wonder what she's listening to, and because the bus is always slightly too loud for her on field trips

#16: Barrages favorite song to listen to is an old lullaby her parents sang to her all the time 30 years ago (the year her life starts in is 2185, her year of birth)

#17: She doesn't want anyone knowing her last name for "classified" reasons

#18: She has assassin quickness, and super-senses, for example, if she was sleeping, and it was so silent you couldn't hear a thing, and she was in the attic, she'd hear the lightest sounds coming from the basement

#19: her favorite place to visit is the lake her parents always took her to when she was little, she loves swimming in the lake even though it reminds her of her past

#20: even though she's never told anybody, she actually thinks of her colleagues as friends

#21: Barrage doesn't like total silence, but she lives alone, so she always puts on a song at random to drown out the silence because it always drives her insane

Proxima, Quasarla, and Naivara, heads up about the quiz I'm going to try and give you each a couple of the same questions! Also, the next thing I send in will be the quiz! Also, sorry there's so many facts, it's just that I had alot of fun writing this!

PROXIMA: I look forward to it.

QUASARLA: Alright.

NAIVARA: That's a lot of stuff to remember (Note: I'm fine with that amount of information. I just imagine her as someone who likes learning on her own terms, so she wouldn't be too thrilled at memorizing all this.)

[gormfullray]

The story of my depression

Gonna be a long and earnest post. It's not really the sort of thing that's really fit for this public of a medium, but I don't really have anyone in private to speak it to, so better to scream into the sky than into the void I suppose. Gonna do my best to minimize the life-storyness of it and focus on the relevant portions, but since my presumed audience is that of the complete stranger a decent weight of context is going to be necessary before I'm able to get to what I actually want to talk about.

I hit my all-time-so-far low in August of 23: a period of severe depression, continual suicidal ideation, and daily cannabis consumption which lasted until late January of 24. I'd have called it rock bottom, but as far as most folks are concerned I'd probably already been at rock bottom for a while by the autumn of 2023. Autumn of 2015, around the time I turned 16, is when I think I first really checked out on the whole living-life thing. I don't really know whether before that time I was displaying signs of depression, but 2015 and 2016 is when my condition deteriorated to it's long-term resting point. The people in my life, my parent and my family and my teachers and my classmates, there's no way they could have failed to notice the worsening of my condition, the life draining out of me with each passing day, but no one ever said anything, or atleast not to me. By the end of my time in school it would have been blatantly obvious that I was in severe need of help, beyond pure attendance I had given up on any pretext of involvement in school even as I was still legally obligated to attend it; the charitable read of it I've come to, if only to give me peace on the matter, is just that no one knew how to approach the subject of the dead autistic boy gathering flies at his desk. Additionally, the punishments I was receiving from the school, on account of having stopped turning in any work to speak of, completely segregated me from the rest of my peers, with whom I had perhaps fifteen minutes of permitted socialization a day; I had no contact with anyone outside of my household outside of school. Some time in the winter of 15 or spring of 16, later into my 10th grade year, was my last day in school; I didn't say goodbye to any of the few people I spoke to, I simply went home that night the same as I ever had, and never left my house again. I didn't feel happy, or free, or really even relieved to never have to go there again; I just felt tired.

At that point myself, my parent, and my sibling were all still living in the one room basement apartment of my grandparent's home, where we had moved in after leaving my other parent. In the corner of the room I had a little desk and a bribe Alienware laptop, and when I would wake up I would get on it, and I would sit at my desk for twenty-four hours, and then I would sleep for eight hours. I didn't have any friends and there wasn't anywhere to walk so I wouldn't ever leave the basement except to occasionally use the bathroom or scrounge for food, always well after everyone was asleep if I could manage it, and if I could not manage it then I would more often than not choose isolation over eating. Any routine of hygiene I may have had as a kid didn't survive the transition, one less chore to pull me away from the trance of my 32 hour lifecycle; I always justified it as simply not being relevant since no Humans spent any meaningful quantity of time around me, but the truth is I just didn't have it in me to maintenance myself. Any exercise was likewise a nonstarter, and eventually so too did food become something I may at-best force on myself; today at 24, I stand at around 5"8 and weigh in on a good day at around 115 lbs, but I'm getting way ahead of myself.

Congratulations on making it this far, most of what's left is filling in the dates between then and now, because the depressive period described...never concluded. My 18th birthday happened to coincide with my small family moving into a home of our own, and the child in the basement became the adult with their own room. It was actually the first time I had ever had my own space, my own door, and I would spend the next few years never leaving it. Between 2016 and 2021, I probably left the house twenty times or fewer, and probably showered fifteen times or fewer. I simply spend every day trying as hard as I could to distract myself as completely as I could, and staying awake as long as I could so that I spent as little time as possible with my thoughts as I tried to fall asleep. The wake-sleep cycle I lived on, for years, was well over 24-hours; every "day" I would wake up and go to sleep 2-8 hours later than the previous "day", and over the course of a couple of weeks I would have had a bedtime at every hour of the day. To myself, I conceptualized this lifestyle as killing as much time as possible, years spent just waiting for something to happen.

October of 2021 is when everything (but also nothing; it'll make sense what I mean) changed for me, which has a sort of cosmic irony to it I suppose: year everyone couldn't leave their home, I left mine for good, and left Indiana for good. World's full of the strange and the sick, and I suppose I'd spent enough years waiting that something wound up happening: I met a very generous person on Discord, and they agreed to let me come live with them in Massachusetts. I'm not proud of it, in truth it involved a great deal of dishonesty in regards to the sort of roommate I'd make, but this person was kind enough and sick enough to think letting me come live under their roof was a good idea. For a moment it felt like my luck had turned around, like something akin to whatever saviour delusions I had told myself up to that point had come to pass, but in truth there wasn't even a honeymoon period. My parent and sibling had moved out of the house we had once shared by 2021, and transitioning from living alone to living with a bunch of strangers was difficult for me, but by the end of 2022 I had returned to the same basic routine of life. The change in circumstance, living with and spending time with honest to goodness other Humans, was change for the better; in retrospect, it was an incredibly dumb and risky move, but I'm happy I made it, if only because living with other people made me go back to living on a 24-hour wake-sleep cycle (even if I still don't have it lined up particularly well to day and night); but it wasn't all good. For the purposes of living life, I essentially lived alone, and my eating and self-maintenance would only become worse. I had thought coming to live in such an urban and walkable place would more substantially change my lifestyle, but after two more years of self-isolation I have only found myself more afraid of the outside world and the strangers in it.

I first used cannabis in 21 or 22, I'm not sure exactly when, but it was fun, and I would have some a couple of times a week with my friends in the apartment, and that went on for a couple of years. But eventually one quit, and then so did the other, and before long I realized I was doing more alone than I had ever done when I with them, and when I received a particular piece of news in the middle of August of 2023, I stopped being able to make it through the day without it. I'd wake up in the morning wishing I hadn't, wishing I didn't have to exist in the world I lived in, in the body and brain I lived in, and where once I would once play fast games and loud music for eighteen hours at a time to drown out my thoughts, instead I started using the herb. From the period of August to January, I woke up every morning dreading my own existence and despising my own life, and every night I would get as high as I could to drown the feelings of depression and anxiety that I had lived with all my life.

My daily usage ceased on the second of February. I smoked socially with friends yesterday, and after I finish writing this I've decided that I'm going to smoke tonight before I go to bed. I don't really want to, I don't like what it makes me, or how I live. I don't like that it makes more sense to drown my brain than to let myself just be sober.

The reason I wrote this is because I hoped that a saviour would take pity on me and rescue me from myself. Rescue me from the holes growing in my teeth, from the cage I keep myself in. My initial intention was to conceal this fact, and that the only inkling of it which may be visible would be the hidden little "Massachusetts" at the end of the tags, which would somehow entice some prince or princess charming to take note of my proximity and sweep me off my feet. I am telling you this now because I am lucid of how delusional I am for hinging everything on that same sort of fantasy, the same sort of fantasy that 15 year old kid would tell himself in his cat-piss sheets in that Indiana basement. On being willing to drown my sorrow and wait another decade.

I originally wanted to end this on a questioning note, as I do a lot of my posts, a vague gesture into the night sky for the hope that the future might hold. But I don't know if I have any hope in the future. It feels like all thats left to do for Project Ray is to try and stop myself from going any more stretches of time getting high every day, but I dont know if theres anything I can do about the feelings that make me feel like I need it. I hate my life. I hate living every day of my life behind my desk in my room. I hate easy my life gets to be while my friends work their asses off to keep a roof over out heads. I hate skipping the one bowl of ramen I eat a day because I'm sick of it or because I'd rather get high instead of eat. I hate eating nothing but ramen and soylent.

It feels like every day since I was 15 I've woken up wishing I hadn't. I wish this wasn't my life. I wish there was a way out. That's what drives me to go on nonsense tirades about hippie busses and revolutionary Parties, I think. The only thing Ive ever wanted, my entire life, was to escape my life.

#thank you #my tumblr is linked on my discord so it's possible someone I actually know has come accross this #but I dont actually think any of them really pay that much attention to the goings on of ray #my DMs are always open #depression #weed addiction #massachusetts #desperate cry for help

[gobacktosleepsweet]

The "idontwanttogotoschool" chronicles ep.1 :)

Hey....

Wake up...It's an usual school day.

But...what is a usual school day for me?

well....

I wake up at 6:30 a.m. Dutch time with 0 will to live, but i dont have anything better to do so i just wake up.

Next, I take a shower because that may be the only thing keeping me awake for the rest of the day.I take it fast and don't wash my hair, because i'm going out with fucking -4 degrees Celsius outside so wet hair is a big no. And of course, I don't have the patience to blow dry it.

Then I choose my outfit which is the same outfit as the day before (it's always stupid jeans, that are ripped even if as I said it's -4 degrees Celsius outside, a random hoodie, Jordans and my favorite necklace).I always stop with my pants half-way up to stare at my wall thinking "what the actual hell i'm doing with life?". After being called out by my mom for being slow,i finish getting dressed up and i run to get breakfast.

Breakfast: a meal eaten in the morning as the first meal of the day (Shotout to Cambridge). For me, it is simply milk poured into my 30002938-year-old mug, with 5 biscuits inside.Yep, that's my breakfast.

Then I have literally 20 seconds of peace, 'cause between brushing my teeth, brushing my hair, taking asthma meds, and preparing my backpack cuz I was too lazy to do it the night before, it's already 7:40 a.m., as known as the time I leave for school.

So, let's start with the fact that I am indeed lucky. I live in the rural zone of my city, in a building full of immigrants, as I am, in fact, an immigrant myself. But despite that (NOT SAYING THAT IF YOU LIVE IN A RURAL ZONE YOU ARE UNLUCKY OR WTV) , i'm lucky, because almost everyday i go to school by car with one of my parents, and i have access to everything i ask for.Anyways, that not the point. By the time i was talking to you, i arrived at school.

As soon as i arrive i run to the only person i know that arrives earlier than me: Lara. Lara is literally one of the people I see the most at school because, despite her being of a different friend group, she's my deskmate (if such a thing exists lol), so we talk during ALL THE LESSONS. Anyway, as soon as I reach her, she asks for my phone. Ever since I got an iPhone 15 as a gift, my phone became her property. She knows my password, she uses it daily, but that's alright, she's my friend anyway.

Then, there's Matilde. She's been there way more time than Lara. But I don't go up to her. She's older, and her other friends are older too, so I feel embarrassed. But 2 minutes before getting to class, she comes up to me on her own and just starts telling me all the juicy gossip drama or whatever, and I listen to it, not cause I love gossip, but it is because she's my friend. Anyways that's one of my favorite parts of the day, because Matilde is beautiful.

It's 8 a.m right now, and my BORING school day started. It really doesn't matter which subject it is, everything bores me.Thank god i have Lara by my side, Eva and Mathilda behind, and Giorgia in front. I literally chat or draw during the entire lesson and then...

9.45 a.m, it's recess and I go to my chosen friend group of the day, cuz im unstable as fuck haha. I usually steal other people's snacks, even if I have mine (I don't tell them). Then,it's time for other boring lessons and then another break, so i'll skip to the end of the school day.

It's 2 p.m,and from this point,things are pretty different each day

MONDAY

Recapping,i have flute lessons go home at 3.45, gym at 5,00 and then i have my night routine

TUESDAY

Italian extra lessons, home at 4.00 and i'm done.

OTHER DAYS:

i go to this place after school where i lunch, do my homework, or atleast i'm supposed to cause i literally use my phone.

P.S:it's full of nuns

P.P.S: Matilde goes there too :)

Now, it's 7 p.m, and i'm at home having dinner.Sometimes my family isn't at home for dinner,so i have dinner alone with my sister.After dinner i use my phone or read.At 20.30 i'm setted to sleep,but i start overthinking about very random stuff.Then,i fall asleep.

Usually i wake up at 2 a.m for various reasons:

1.I need water more than everything

2.I need to pee

3.I just woke up and now i can't fall back asleep

After this,the cycle restarts,and this goes up 5 days a week.

Well folks of tumblr, this is my usual school day,hope you disliked it as much as i do,se ya next post

bye

Oh right this shit was wrote with Grammarly on a late night with annoying kids at home

Btw I ain't sponsoring Grammarly, it's all paying and no english

#shitpost #random #school

[thehellwithyoubrain]

1 semester to go and i'm done with college but last semester had me thinking i might be crazy. i suddenly just can't do anything and been stuck in my emo mode. suddenly i can't convince myself that things have to get done. deadlines don't scare me anymore. i want to be productive but every little things consumes me. of all the things i have to do, i end up playimg games and watching movies and crying. it's a reoccurring scenario of had myself fixed until i'm back to my sh*t hole again. i've always been like this but it's never been this intense.

i actually love studying but last semester i found my subjects really boring and the only thing i enjoy is my thesis. and yeah i was only able to productively work on my thesis and can barely get anything else done. i have a lot of requirements i haven't submitted on time. i always feel so guilty but have no working solution for it

i attempted to hurt myself twice. i was unable to control my emotions. i don't understand myself anymore. trust me i tried to save myself but there's no bright side, no silver lining. i can only think of negative and depressive thoughts. everything becomes suddenly meaningless. i want help but i don't know what kind of help i need or if i really need it. part of me thought i'm just making excuses to justify my incompetence. and i don't think people cares about my sh*ts. honestly i just don't want to be a burden to anyone.

it's true i'm at fault here. intstead of finding real solutions to my problems i think of killing myself. but at that time, it's the only way out i could think of. i desperately want to get out of my sufferings. i don't know but i managed to survive the semester. one thing's for sure, there's something wrong with me.

i took a gap year simply because i'm tired. i never actually survived, i'm still on it. but i have to make up "reasonable" excuses to get my family on the same page as me. i hate that people don't understand me, i never expected them to but i atleast want them to respect me and my decisions. they would say 5 more months and i'm done college and i should stop wasting my time. they would start explaining about life and what i'm not getting and what i would miss.

i'm tired. i'm fighting but i'm tired. i can't afford any medical interventions and taking a break is the best help i could think of for myself. i need it. it took time to convince myself that i've done the right decision. i don't really expect people to care for me. i'm on my own i know that. i just don't want my love ones to think the worse of me. i guess i have to sacrifice that for now. don't worry, i'll get better. i'll do better. i just have to figure out what's going on with me.

i tried researching my behaviors and i think i have adhd. i read the experiences of people with adhd and i cried so much by how it resonates with me. i want to believe that i don't have adhd, that those behaviors are just a personal flaws and i can fix it. when i think of having a disorder that can't be cured, i feel helpless, hopeless.

i don't know what i'm supposed to do with it. the more i read about adhd the more i feel like i'm tolerating behaviors that i shouldn't be doing. i feel like being lazy is getting normal which shouldn't be because I should be working my ass off. but honestly i don't have the energy or will to do anything. i'm at home right now and i hate that i can't even do chores. i want to do a lot of things but i can't do any of them. i can't.

it's the first time i've actually wrote about my thoughts. i'm not sure how to put it correctly but i'll just leave it here.

[vadergf]

I'm so glad our board projects for 12th is literally only 15-20 pages with minimum 9 pages content like in ICSE I wrote 30-35 pages and like 28-30 pages content for 7 subjects.

#i do not know how im doing that again by #bye* #i did history geography English grammar english math home science and hindi #and then three lab records as well #atleast this year i only have 5 subjects #tho i have to make a movie for mass media😐😐😐😐

[iwadori]

When they neglect you for another girl Part 5 (Kuroo)

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Genre: angst, fluff

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You and Kuroo have been dating all throughout highschool and now your in you first year of university

It’s a bit harder to see each other because of your conflicting class schedules

But when you did see eachother kuroo has been acting a big suspicious, ‘secretly’ glancing at his phone or always needing to head out early.

And you were going to get to the bottom of this.

You were just finished with your class, and you had plans to meet your boyfriend at the library so he could tutor you for your chem test that you on Tuesday. On your way over there, you got boba for both of you and some study snacks to get you through the session.

You arrived their first, which you didn’t really mind as Kuroo was usually a bit late to your study sessions (especially recently with his dodgy behaviour.) You decided to go over your recent class notes as you were waiting, which was pretty useless as you didn’t understand anything.  

You actually met Kuroo bonding over chemistry, since it definitely wasn’t your best subject so in your first year your chem teacher suggested getting a tutor and recommend Kuroo Testuro the self proclaimed best ‘chemist’ in the school.

It’s been half an hour and Kuroo hadn’t shown up, you were about to call him until you saw a quite disheveled looking Kuroo who is heaving out of breath.

“Tetsu, what happened to you?” you exclaim with amusement.

“Umm I kind of got in a fight?” he said questioning himself “well not really a fight but a disagreement.”

“A fight? With who?” you said a bit too loudly, as the librarian gave you an obnoxious ‘shusshhhh’ glaring at you.

“It doesn’t matter babe.” he said nonchalantly “I see you have your electrolysis work out, why don’t we get started.”

“But what abo-”

“So what is positive, the anode or the cathode?” he asked distracting you from asking him about what happened.

You spent two hours going over all the topics that were going to come up on your exam, and you can’t lie and say Kuroo didn’t help you. However, you weren’t as focused as you were wondering what happened to him.

After your study session, you both went to your dorms. Sadly, you couldn’t share a room since your University didn’t allow co-ed dorms (and maybe if you did live together, you’d be able to understand his odd behaviour.)

Even though he was still in highschool, every Friday afterschool you and Kenma made sure to spend atleast an hour playing a game online together, and today it was minecraft.

“Kenma help, theres a creeper outside my door!” you screech frantically running around on game.

“One second Y/N” he murrmed

“Kenma, do you know what’s going on with Kuroo.” you inquire.

“What do you mean, isn’t he being his loud cat-like self?” he responded

“Well yeah of course, but recently he’s been on his phone ALOT, and always leaving our dates early or showing up late and stuff so I don’t know I thought maybe you’d know something.”

“Oh maybe it’s just that he’s been pretty busy with Hana right now.” he said nochalantly

“Who’s Hana?” you say, your eyes squinting.

“Oh you don’t know Hana,” he said a bit surprised “Ooops Kuroo’s going to be so mad at me.”

“Mad at you, what do you mean mad at you?”  

“Um, I got to go by Y/N!” he said quickly

“But Ken-” the sound of him leaving the party cut you off, and now you were in more of a confused slump then you were before. What is Kuroo hiding? And who the hell is Hana?

Since you couldn’t go over to Kuroo’s dorm right now because of your universities weird curfew times, you decided the only thing you can do right now is call him. After a few rings he finally answered and you could hear his background was really loud.

“Um, Y/N this isn’t really the best time right now – ow shit.” he said frantically.

“Kuroo, what's going on it sounds like you’re at a rave. Wait are you at a rave?”  

“No I'm not at a rave I'm just – Hana stop doing that.” he said trying to whisper the last bit.

“Who’s Hana, Kenma mentioned her on PlayStation tonight but he didn’t explain.”

“Kenma did what? God – Ouch “there was ruffling in the background before Kuroo finally “Sorry Y/N I got to go..”

He hangs up before you could respond. What is wrong with these boys today?  

It was your study week break, so you don’t really go into school to do classes you just have to prepare for studying. Which was great for you, since you could actually get revision done without being distracted and you can avoid Kuroo whilst thinking about what happened a few days ago.

Kuroo didn’t message you anyways, which kind of sucked, since these chemistry notes aren’t going to learn themselves. You went over each of your topics that you need to learn and you’d say you were pretty much ready for your exams. So for the rest of the week, you didn’t have much to do. Kenma was pretty busy with volleyball and his high school life and your boyfriend was still being odd and you didn’t have any real close friends at Uni since you’re only a first year and Kenma and Kuroo were mainly all you needed anyways.

You chose to go on a date, by yourself, to your favourite bookstore café to have some ‘self care’ time. On the way their you heard a familiar voice shouting down the street, looking in that direction you saw your boyfriend yelling “HANA!” “HANA!” repeadetly.  

Going over to him you said, “Kuroo, are you okay?”

“Umm hey Y/N...” he said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck “to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“The pleasure of being my boyfriend properly again,” you said smartly.

“Oh Y/N shit, im sorry about that” he apologised “I’ve just been really busy right now with Ha-”

“Hana.” you say rolling your eyes “Who is she?”

“I can’t really say Y/N, it was meant to a be a surprise.”

“A surprise for who?” you say  

“Well fo-”

Before you can finish you say a loud ‘HISSS!’ Come from near your feet. “Hana! Thank god!” Kuroo said picking her up, but then dropping her again when she did a even louder HISSS at him. “Umm I really need to work on that..”

“So this is Hana.” you say a bit stunned “She’s a cat.”

“Indeed she is.” he said “ surprise...”

“You got me a cat?” you said still very stunned

“Indeed I did.”

“A feral cat?”  

“Feral!” he said shocked “What do you mean feral!”

“Tetsu! She’s obviously feral!” you say reprimanded him.

“No she’s not! Look” he tried to pet her again and she nearly bit him and then sped off “Okay...maybe she is.”

Kuroo explained that he saw this cat one time outside of his dorm building and wanted to adopt her and give her to you as a gift. He’s been spending his time trying to ‘train her’ but every time it would result in Kuroo getting scratched up or him having to try and chase her around the city. You did appreciate the sentiment, however you reminded Kuroo that if he would’ve told you, you could’ve easily shown him that she was feral or if he listened to Kenma, then Kenma would’ve told him (which he did) that she was feral.

Kuroo did feel bad that his big plan didn’t work and he ended up looking like an idiot, not knowing the difference between a stray and feral cat. But you took him to a cat café as a little ‘pick me up,’ and promised him that for his birthday you’ll adopt a real cat for him.  

An: this is basically a shit post but who cares 😃 Also am I the only that thinks that hana being a feral cat in the end is funny? Or is my humour that dry😭

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