#it's the middle of the night i should be in bed lol. i haven't slept since 2.30am yesterday but all i want is to gif shinee im unsalvageabl

[speakofcompersion]

A beautiful view

#nomu arum daum daum daum daum view~~ #it's the middle of the night i should be in bed lol. i haven't slept since 2.30am yesterday but all i want is to gif shinee im unsalvageabl #also this is such a low contrast mv but in tone not colour. very vibrant colour.. hard to make a consistent #but also idk how to edit colour rly heh. had a blast though!!! #and so did shinee :) look at 'em running around smiling~ #love to see it #shinee #taemin #minho #key #onew #jonghyun #kpop #view mv #shinee view #mygifs #speakofgifs #good night 🥱😴💛

[saoirseirose]

Put a label first? (S.G)

pairings: satoru gojo x gn!reader(they/them pronouns used)

warnings: satoru being a major asshole, reader is also an asshole, toxic behavior, implied cheating(not really) mentions of homeless gym-rat, name-calling (whore, for like one time) descriptions of burial(idk if i should put this as a warning but hey, better than being sorry) brief mentions of smut, dry-humping

fluff(??)

(not proofread, sorry not sorry)

wc: what's that lol

fling!gojo who would always send the most confusing signals towards you. the relationship between the two of you is confusing enough by itself, but with satoru and his charms—it's much worse.

fling!gojo who doesn't know how this whole thing started, all he remembers is he met you through a small party—one he surprisingly didn't held. the next thing he knows, his face was buried between your legs, whining like a virgin the whole night until he passed out after one round. though he did remember to snatch your phone while you slept, "subtly" putting his number in and even putting his own nickname to "big dick god", you changed it ofcourse

fling!gojo who would show up at your dorms unannounced, in the middle of the night. he claims it's more convenient that way. he knows you know. you know about his different booty calls—hell, maybe you even befriended some due to the 'similarities' you had. it wasn't a secret that the white haired male was a notorious playboy, going from one girl to another. it shocked you at first, since you assumed he was some virgin after that one faithful night he warmed 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 bed.

fling!gojo who also knows about your shenanigans, the multiple men and women who kept spreading the word about your stamina—he called bullshit, but ofcourse you 𝘩𝘢𝘥 to prove him wrong. yet he self proclaimed that he's the best you've ever had. 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳: he wasn't, yet.

fling!gojo who always sabotages your other 'flings'. whether it's purposely threatening them, to talking shit about you just to turn them off, he always has a plan—for different scenarios, genders, and even age

fling!gojo who got murderous when he heard about this new guy you're possibly dating, 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮. what else could it be? another hook-up? did you pay for the guy? is it a one time thing? no, that can't be. the two of you haven't had sex yet, right? not like satoru would know. he definitely didn't move dorms just to press his nosy ear into the wall to hear whatever bullshit you're doing next door with that guy. definitely didn't. he also didn't bribe suguru to run a background check on the guy. why would he? it's not like he's already attached to you or something.

fling!gojo who one-upped his stalking skills, from stalking the guy you're with through social media, to changing classes to 'subtly' spy on him to see if he has any bad intention towards you. he's not doing this to stop you from being hurt, oh no no. he's doing this to expose the guy, to expose the dude and to show you 𝘩𝘦 is the only one right for you. completely sane, this is gojo satoru afterall

fling!gojo who immediately gets 𝘵𝘰𝘰 toxic than usual, whenever he'd come over— it's like he has gone feral. straight up stripping you down and using you as if you're some sort of gloryhole for him. when you brought it up one night, while the two of you laid in bed— he passed it off as "blowing off some steam". you called bullshit.

fling!gojo who finally makes his move, going up to the guy you're being rumoured to be dating— rumoured. the word spread through campus like wild fire, you— another known individual who probably slept with the whole student population, were in a relationship, a serious one. as your other hook-ups were cut off, by you, in an instant and with no hesitation. some were heartbroken as they thought what you had with them was serious, and some were happy knowing you're probably going to settle down before graduation. satoru was neither. he was fuming, confused and nervous. so he does the only thing a rational and sane man would do, he goes straight for the guy's neck.

fling!gojo who dies inside when you don't even try prying him for answers.

fling!gojo who feels stupid thinking you'd chase him and try to fix whatever is going between the two of you. were you fuck buddies? friends with benefits? or was it truly all for sex? no labels? no romantic turns? no attachment whatsoever?

fling!gojo who runs to suguru, ranting to his one and only about you. suguru is definitely shocked, as this was the first time 𝘵𝘩𝘦 satoru gojo cried ranted over someone. suguru thinks it's his karma, and that he should just let his bestfriend jump down a building due to a "heart-break", but he also thinks that's too sadistic of him, so suguru decided to be a way for the two of you to talk again and clear up the small misunderstanding you had.

fling!gojo who berates suguru for not trying enough, it's like he's blaming suguru for this whole mess, once he opened his mouth though—he got punched straight in the face, accompanied by suguru's tight smile.

fling!gojo who can't take it anymore, not when he knows that ryomen is probably making his move on you—not when he's the current loser as he had a huge bruise under his right eye, not when he's stuck in his dorm(the same dorm right beside yours) rethinking his life decisions and with suguru giving him the stink-eye. so he finally gets the balls to get up from the floor he laid, taking in a few intakes of dramatic inhales, and he's out the door with a blink of an eye, turning right to spot your door—he doesn't have the time to think as his knuckles meet the wood, he was knocking, he was 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 knocking. it doesn't take a minute before the door swings open, revealing your much smaller frame to him. though he's the one who feels small as of now

"what do you want" your tone indicates you weren't asking, you were demanding him for an answer. if satoru was like suguru, he would've started apologizing in an instant, stating all of his wrong doings, all of his stupid plans, and all of the messed up things he did.

but he wasn't suguru, wasn't he?

"isn't it obvious?" he spats, cereluen eyes narrowing at you, as if he was trying to intimidate you.

but who was he kidding, this was you, you weren't like any of his booty-calls, you weren't the girls in his dms, begging for an ounce of his attention. you weren't like the random girls at parties who were willing to kiss his feet if he said so.

this was you—you who kept him awake, you—who made him question his own sanity. you—who probably had him wrapped around your fingers without even trying

you

𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶

"the fuck did you just say?" you gasped, offended as he came in your frontdoor— unannounced yet again, and he has the audacity to curse you out?

he didn't even realize he said that outloud, so he gasps along with you

"i meant—let's fuck, now" he plays it off, if it weren't for his wide eyes, and the bead of sweat running down his temple, you would probably ignore what he said earlier

"no"

"𝘯𝘰?"

"𝘯𝘰"

"i told you, we're over— whatever is happening between us, it's over"

"says who?"

"says me"

satoru might've just digged his own grave, bought his own casket, a blue casket to match his eyes, maybe with white decorating the sides to match his hair and his cum—for the girls he left, special for them and them only, maybe even for you if your stupid 'boyfriend' didn't tower you from behind and stood like some sort of high-paid bodyguard.

"and who are you?"

that's it, satoru gojo, december 7th 1987—november 18th 2023, at approximately three in the afternoon, chopped into bits by a cleave held by muscular and tattooed arms, with you watching—probably enjoying it everytime ryomen lifts the blade to bring it down to satoru's pretty face. it would be one hell of a investigation for the police to uncover on how the satoru gojo died.

"don't you think i should be the one asking you that?" sukuna barked, sneering as his grip tightened around the handle of the knife, he originally planned on using it to chop pork, to dice meat and cook it with vegetables as his usual recipe, but maybe just for tonight, the meal would include bits of white hair and firmly diced pieces of human genitalia.

"i'm their boyfriend, got any problem with that pal?"

blue casket, with white lines on the side, a banner, preferably with satoru's best picture—him winking with his signature round shades pulled on his nose just to show off his eyes one last time. usher's song would play—more solemn and less hype as the said casket would descend down the open ground, some dirt staining the casket, and roses would soon follow, white roses ofcourse. satoru would be picky, but he would be too busy being dead to care.

"you're with this punk?" ryomen turns to you, looking over your shoulder to finally acknowledge your presence—you were forgotten for two seconds thanks to the two males towering you.

"not really" you sighed, but it wasn't enough to assure ryomen, so he snaps his eyes back to the cheeky azure eyes taunting at him.

he just bought this cleave, it would be a waste if the blade bends due to how many times he'd use it to chop gojo's body.

"not really?"

"not really"

"what do you want gojo?" you spoke, looking at satoru and catching him glare at the male behind you, before his eyes finally meet yours. he blinks for a second, swallowing the lump in his throat—his adam's apple bobbing up and down. was he seriously nervous?

"let's talk, in private"

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"you—you said talk—" you wheezed out, hitting on satoru's back as he pressed yours on the wall of his dorm, luckily, his roommate was out to do a project satoru has long-forgotten. right now he's too busy biting on your neck—littering marks as his large hands greedily pawed on your waist, then down to your hips, tugging on the fabric of your bottoms.

"we are talking, baby" satoru's smirk stretched on the juncture of your neck, his breath hot as lithe fingers traced the waistband of your pants before tugging it down— a surprised yelp leaving you, and a low chuckle leaving satoru.

he was fully aware of his surroundings, the door barely closed—enough for any passerbys to see your current state, panting, and your pants tugged down your ankles, a pale veiny hand snaked inside your underwear, and the cold air of the airconditioner balancing the heat emitting from both your bodies, and lastly, his boner pressing against his jeans.

it was only then, satoru realized how much of a burden jeans are. he made a mental note to burn each and every one of his jeans after this

he groans, the low rumbling resonating in his chest that was pressed against yours, satoru was determined to invade your personal space, even if it means crushing you down with his weight.

a mewl from you was enough for satoru to start rutting his clothed cock into your thighs, his fingers slipping inside your slicked hole, ripping out grunts from the two of you

"s tight, gonna leave you gaping so that asshole knows you're mine, yeah?"

silence

more silence

you were in the brink of ecstasy, a second away from creaming in his fingers alone, a thrust of his fingers away from finishing. but it all dissipated despite satoru's continuous ministrations, because it was replaced with laughter.

satoru stopped working his fingers, stopped dry-humping you like a touch-starved man. he stopped, stopped breathing and all when he watched you laughing

he should be mad, because it was rare for him to engage in dirty talk(mainly because he's too busy whining and leading the two of you into your climaxes) and whenever he attempts to do so, he ends up sputtering and whining

he should be mad, but he can't bring himself to get angry at you when you're laughing to your heart's content, you're laughing, and satoru might've fell inlove even more

something about the fits of giggles escaping you, your contagious smile, and your shoulders moving as you continued laughing at something he said all the while his fingers were deep inside you

damn, did he really suck at dirty talk?

"why are you laughing?" he croaked out, letting out the breath he didn't even realize he was holding as his eyebrows furrowed, a frown forming in his face

"what—wha" a wheeze "what did you just say?" a snort, then a tear slipping out of your eye as you doubled over to continue laughing

he pouts, staring at you laugh and mock him. "I'm not repeating myself, not when you're laughing at me" he bitterly spoke, for a moment, he forgot what he really said that caused you to ridicule him.

damn you, damn your smile, damn your laugh, just—damn you

"you think ryomen's my boyfriend?"

"he isn't?"

another bundle of laughs, you were snorting at this point, your laughter filling satoru's dorm, and satoru can only wish for it to last, for it to surround the dorm for the rest of his life, maybe even his future house, with you. maybe he'll have to kidnap you just to make his wishes come true.

"he's– oh my gosh i can't— hold on my stomach hurts" you cackled, a hand placed on your side. satoru only scowls, as if remembering two of his fingers were still buried inside you—he curls them up, hitting the spongy spot effortlessly—making you stop laughing temporarily

"motherfu—"

"tell me who he is, or I'm kicking you out of my dorm, dry, and without your undergarment" he threatened. you only rolled your eyes, straightening up to press your back into the wall before speaking

"he's my cousin"

"yeah right as if i'd—" satoru scoffs, before the engines in his brain started to work "what? cousin?"

"yeah dumbass"

satoru stares at you dead in the eyes, trying to see if you're joking, or if you're lying. but you weren't. satoru blinks, once, twice.

"he's your cousin?"

"he's my cousin" you let out a laugh, stopping when satoru curls his finger again. you grabbed his wrist, glaring at him above your eyelashes

"so you're not dating him?"

"do you want me to? because that would be fucked up"

"you and that mouth" satoru mutters, returning a glare as he bit his lower lip "how can i make sure you're not lying?"

"you don't have to, we're not even dating, so why does it worry you that I'm living with my not-yet-proven-cousin-just-because-you-said-so?"

"i can change that"

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[sunlightandsuffering]

did you watch Tomo-Chan is a Girl? It’s about a tomboyish girl and her best friend. They fall in love as they grow up but he refuses to see her as a girl for a while bc he’s afraid of facing his emotions, but gets angry and jealous whenever other guys are around. Reminded me of that drabble you wrote a long time ago about Mikasa being “Mik” and then she chose to wear a dress and Eren got jealous! Kinda love the idea of tomboy Kasa and Eren seeing her as one of the guys, she’s always beating him and Armin in fights but then one day oh no! Eren’s in love with his GIRL best friend

I did! And I was so surprised that I liked it lmfao, i saw the trailers and sutff on tik tok and i was like ugh that's probably so annoying but I really enjoyed it!!!!

It's so funny u mention this AU tho, I was literally thinking about it the other day bc I just had a moment where I was like 🥵 ✨MEN✨even tho 90% of the time I hate them and this particular boy I wasn't even originally into, but something just HAPPENED! And I was like i think the reverse should happen in that AU, Eren needs to have a moment where he just loses his mind and is like fuck, women damn. So i was going to write this drabble anyway lmfao u just read my mind!!!!!

HELP I FOUND THIS WHOLE ASK IN MY DRAFTS LOL HAD TO FINISH THE DRABBLE! also u can read this as a continuation of that drabble I wrote froever ago about best friend Mikasa 'mik' in a dress!

Eren likes women, he's always liked women. In fact, one might label him as a little bit of a manwhore.

Maybe...

He doesn't personally subscribe to such a label, but it's not necessarily an incorrect description of him.

But people are usually surprised to find that his best friend is female, and often, especially now that he's entered univeristy and they're living together, people question how they haven't slept together. And the answer is very simple, to him, Mikasa is not a girl, she's just one of the boys. They'd decided that was best, especially after that one incident, the one that had almost killed their friendship. After a lot of crying and grovelling, and begging her to forgive him, he'd decided it was best just to simply continue looking at her as a boy.

And Mikasa made it easy, in fact, if he hadn't seen her in that dress that one time he'd barely know she had boobs. They're boobs that keep him up at night sure, haunt his dreams and tease him with the edge of their shape under her oversized sweaters, but nonetheless, for the most part he pretends they don't exist.

The perfect pair of tits has left his brain, he has other girls to satisfy himself with and well Mikasa, Mik, Mik is just one of the guys to him.

So Eren barely blinks at the sleeping arrangements in their apartment after a long night out, getting saddled with Mikasa in his bed while Armin and Annie take hers and Sasha, Connie and Jean take the couch.

It doesn't even phase him, they've done this type of thing so many times before when they were kids. But as Eren wakes up in the middle of the night, to the sounds of squeaking from Mikasa's bed, which he knows can be no one but Sasha and Connie fucking, he thinks its been a long time since he last slept next to Mikasa.

In particular, he does not remember her having this many... curves.

Unbidden, the memory of her in that dress comes to mind, how it had hugged her form, how every single guy in the vicinity had watched her, hungry. And now, as Mikasa flops over, even further into his embrace, hugging him like he's a body pillow, he remembers exactly why the incident had been banned within their friendship.

Because if he keeps thinking about it, feeling her against him to the soundtrack of sex noises from the next room, their relationship won't be so platonic anymore. His arm locks around her waist to keep her form secure, and she makes a noise of contentment, burrowing into his neck.

Eren's breath hitches as she throws her leg over his, the warmth of her cunt pressing hot against his thigh, her breasts pillowed against his chest.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She's not wearing a bra, because why would she, she's sleeping, why can't she be free, unencumbered. And her tits are fucking amazing, they need to breath, the heavy mounds resting comfortably against his pectorals, she's practically on top of him, fuck.

He can already feel himself tenting his pants as her knee brushes against his cock, he needs to get out of here. He really should. But the moans from the next room over are definitely not encouraging, he does not want to walk by the living room right now to get to the kitchen. He sure feels bad for Jean though, jesus. Mikasa sighs into his chest happily, pressing herself further into him, seeking out his warmth and he can't help how he reacts, his hand slipping from her waist to her ass, just for a quick feel, to make sure she doesn't fall off of him he tells himself.

It can't be comfortable to sleep half on him and half on the bed, on a slant, it can't be comfortable at all.

With his help, he manages to shift her so she's mostly lying on his chest, and she seems happy, her arms twining around him, who is he to stop her ?

"Eren," she mumbles sleepily, pressing himself clsoer against him, her hips slotted against the hard line of his cock, smothering him with her delectable body, fuck! He didn't think this through, because now there is the constant delicious pressure of her cunt right against his hard-on, and its almost painful how turned on he is.

She's so soft and warm, her breasts pillowed against his chest, soft and heavy, the perfect blanket for him.

How the fuck is he supposed to just be friends with her here? How in the hell is he supposed to keep thinking about her as Mik? Almost subconsciously his hands find her hips, caressing along the divots of her spine where her t-shirt has ridden up, soft, milky skin, she's so perfect.

MIkasa hums in contentment and Eren kisses her cheek, he needs her to wake up and do something about this or he's going to wake her up, because his dick is throbbing now, insistent against her and he's not sure how long he'll last with her on top of him making these little pleased noises. "Mik," he whisper hisses against her ear, he needs to take a cold shower at the very least, or go jack it in the bathroom, he needs something!

She doesn't rouse, only snuggles in further, his cock slotted so perfectly against her, seeking out the friction even in sleep.

"Fuck, Miki," he groans and her nose twitches finally, mumbling something against his cheek. "Mikasa," he tries again, "Please I need to get up." "What?" She grumbles finally, half asleep, eyes still shut, she sleepily presses herself closer, sleepily grinding against him now as she edges towards consciousness. Her eyelids flutter slightly as she rubs against him particularly well, a little moan escaping her as his cock catches on her clit through the loose fabric of her shorts.

"Oh," she makes the sweetest little noise, her hands slipping down to grip at his biceps harshly.

"Fuck," she murmurs breathily, her eyes still shut tight, but to Eren's horror she isn't stopping, only pulling back farther, her hips rubbing over the complete length of his bulge, missing not a single inch and Eren can't help his pleasured groan. God she feels so good. "Eren oh my god," she moans, burying her head in his neck as she begins dryfucking him in earnest, grinding herself towards orgasm on his cock, using him as her own personal sex toy. He doesn't mind in the least, he finally gives into the pleasure, taking control of her hips to pull her against him more harshly, leaning into her rhythm.

They come together, whispered curses and broken moans and finally, beautiful grey eyes open, looking up at him blearily in the aftermath of her orgasm. At first she's all sleepy smiles, leaning up to go in for what he's not sure? Maybe a kiss? But then her hold on his bicep tightens, nails digging in tightly to the muscle, and her eyes widen almost comically. "This isn't a dream is it?" "No Mik, it's not." "Fuck," she hisses, her eyes darting away quickly as she tries to comprehend the situation.

"So umm, any chance you're willing to forget this?" "Absolutely not," he growls and then he's kissing her like he's wanted to forever, since he saw her that day in that fucking dress and wanted to declare to the world that she was his like some crazy old caveman.

#lys's drabbles

[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

as someone who's also gotten my wisdom teeth removed: it IS both better and worse than you'd expect, lol

speaking of wisdom teeth, have any of the characters on the blog gotten theirs removed? (random detail ik but sometimes it's fun thinking about random details!)

— koopalingsmagicmischief

Hariet: "Ohhh, yes, Spewart and Rango have. They got them removed before the teeth started growing in, so they wouldn't cause problems later. A year or two apart. And, well, let's just say their bodies reacted VERY differently to the pain meds afterwards!"

Topper: "When Spewart wasn't attempting to crawl out of the house like a goddamn crippled zombie, claiming that Chompikins was going to "eath mne alifve likce aa shandvish," he was dragging himself around the house, rearranging small bits of furniture (like vases and clocks), and trying to convince me to join a weird pyramid scheme he'd made up in his head. Very interesting two week-long experience."

Hariet: "We had to try to keep him from throwing up, since vomit can damage the dental work... We ended up putting duct tape over his mouth for a while. How sweet of us. I do recall that the meds, instead of making him sleepy, like they claimed to, made him barely sleep at all. I remember him running into my bedroom door once in the middle of the night. Not trying to open it. Just... Ran into it. Scared the hell out of me!"

Topper: "And Rango... Slept for basically two weeks straight. Slept like a ROCK. I don't remember him getting up to piss or eat food or ANYTHING. Even ONCE. He basically HIBERNATED. Now that I think about it... With all the shit he eats- I wouldn't be surprised if HE found a way to legitimately hibernate..."

Hariet: "We like to joke that Rango didn't actually get the surgery done and just pretended to so he could get a nice, long, uninterrupted nap. Hehe... I'm next in line to get the surgery done!! Not sure when, yet... But I'm very curious to see how I react to the meds!!"

Topper: "Oh boy, this should be good~..."

Roy: "That's actually why Igs has braces... His wisdoms grew in, fucked up his other teeth, and now that the wisdoms are gone, his braces are putting the others back in their place. As for me, well, my wisdom teeth have grown in just fine and aren't causing any problems at all! So, that's nice."

Ludwig: "I got mine removed two years ago... I laid in bed, reading books in my recovery time... And Roy took very good care of me!! He basically acted like my personal handmaid...! I didn't need strong pain meds, luckily... And I got lots of cuddles in that time." :3

Wendy: "Iggy didn't do anything during his recovery time. EXCEPT FOR LAY ON THE COUCH AND BITCH AND WHINE FOR NINE DAYS STRAIGHT. But yeah, minus that, no trouble at all!" :D

Peasley: "Wisdom... Teeth...? Yeah, I don't think that's a thing my species deals with. But then again, I am half human......" *Looks at an X-ray* "Ugh, why do I only end up with the cruddy human traits??"

Motley: "Don't worry. We'll take very good care of you when you eventually get your surgery!"

Nabbit: "I've never been to a dentist in my whole life." :)

Motley: "Oh yeah- Same- My mommy says we're too broke and don't have insurance."

Peasley: "... Well, now I know where I'll be taking you two to next week!!"

Plessie: "Mine haven't grown in yet, but some of my friends' have, so I bet it won't be too long..."

Koops: "Oh boy, well, my parents got their stuff done well into their twenties, so I should be fine for now..."

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

for the spotify wrapped thing: 21

also i wanted to say ive been following your series for 2 years now and i love your writing

You are so kind for saying that, thank you so much! I promise there will be updates soon. I'm working on making them perfect for you!

Song 21: Is It Over Now? by Taylor Swift (Two people requested this. There will be another one for this lol)

MACEY MCHENRY'S PRIVATE JET DEPARTS LONDON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

It was hard to say what was worse. Leaving your boyfriend in the dead of night or arriving back at your place to see the roses he'd gotten you still in their vase on your bedside table.

Macey decided it was the roses and threw her bag at them. The vase toppled to the floor taking the wilted petals of last weeks flowers down with it. A lot could happen in a week, Macey realized as she stared at the mix of roses and broken glass that now littered the floor.

She ignored the mess she'd made and simply crawled into bed, still in her clothes, and slept alone.

INSIDE LOOK AT MACEY MCHENRY'S INTIMATE COFFEE DATE AMID PRESTON WINTERS SPLIT

Honestly, Macey didn't know why she bothered with the sun hats and glasses when she went out. As if those were enough to make her not Macey McHenry. The sunglasses did at least help with all the camera flashes being sent her way. She pulled the visor in the car down immediately for added protection once she got in the car.

"Worth it?" Cammie asked from the drivers seat. She looked similar to Macey with the hat and glasses combo. Her visor was also already down.

"A girls gotta live her life," Macey said as they peeled away from the people and the cameras. "I haven't been able to get a coffee in peace since 2012."

"Cut to 300 takeout coffees later," Cammie teased, eyeing the cup in her friends hand.

Macey shrugged again. "This is my life. Think of it like a training exercise. You wanna see me? Get coffee with me?" she tapped the tinted glass of the window that separated them from the paparazzi. "They come too. I don't like it, but it is what it is."

Cammie shook her head, but a smile was still on her face. "I don't envy you," she glanced over at Macey before looking back at the road. "Have you talked to him?"

Macey scoffed. "No. Why should I?"

"I didn't say you should." Cammie tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as the idled at a red light. "But, you know, you did tell me last week you saw his face on our waiter when we had girls night."

"Yeah, after I had two margaritas the size of my head," Macey defended. "How is it my fault all men look the same?"

"He was a ginger."

"And Preston's hair is a light brown with reddish undertones."

Cammie raised her eyebrows and looked off to the side. Neither of them said anything for a moment. The next thing to break through the silence was both of their phones buzzing. Macey pulled hers out, letting Cammie drive. Sure enough, it was the group chat they were both in. Liz had sent a link to an article with a headline prominently displayed in the preview.

DETAILS EMERGE OF MACEY MCHENRY AND PRESTON WINTER'S SNOWY VACATION TURNED DARK JUST WEEKS BEFORE SPLIT

Macey groaned. "Seriously? Even in the title they acknowledge that was weeks ago. How is this news?"

Cammie shrugged one shoulder. "It'll get clicks. People are nosy." Macey grumbled to herself in response. "What," Cammie started hesitantly. "What happened out there? You never told us."

"Nothing," Macey said, arms crossed in her seat. "He had an accident while we were skiing. He stopped himself too soon and the momentum made him lurch and he got hurt," there was no masking the concern that bled into Macey's voice as she recounted the incident. "You know, red blood on white snow is kind of jarring. He was fine though. He only needed a few stitches."

There was a beat. Then, Cammie said, quietly, "That sounds scary."

Macey slunk down in her seat. "Yeah."

PRESTON WINTERS NEW GIRL? STORY BEHIND THE PICTURES OF THEIR LATE NIGHT RENDEZVOUS 

Bex: I'll kill him

Bex: Also since when is he into blondes?

Cammie: Well she's got the blue eyes

Bex: I'LL KILL HIM

Liz: Already scrubbing evidence of these texts existing in case it's necessary

Macey's phone kept buzzing, but she kept ignoring it in favor of staring at the man in front of her. Her friends were halfway around the world in another time zone. They had no idea what she was doing and had no means of stopping her. And it was better that way.

Preston was sitting in the lounge chair, his chin resting in his hand as he glared at the tabloid Macey had just deposited on the coffee table. She stood across from him waiting, daring him to respond.

"Macey-," he said at last.

"Did you think I didn't see you?" She cut him off. He turned his mouth back into his hand. Clearly he hadn't known where to take the conversation. Meanwhile, she had some ideas. "Did you really think I wouldn't? Even without all the flashing lights have you forgotten who I am? Have you forgotten who my friends are?"

"I didn't think you cared," he said, turning to face her. He dropped his hand, folding them both in his lap. "You left, remember? Called me a 'lying traitor', wasn't that right?"

"Seems like it stuck with you so I guess so," she said. "If the shoe fits."

"We were broken up," Preston defended. "It was over."

"Was it?" Macey asked, incredulously. "Was it over when you laid her out on your couch?" she gestured to the furniture piece in question, in the very room they were in. Preston didn't ask who, he didn't need to. Which was perhaps the most incriminating piece of it. "Was it over when I let him take me home? Unbutton my blouse? Take me to his room?"

Preston stood up then, turning away from her.

"Because if it was over, you don't get to be upset!" She said, voice raising. But Preston didn't walk away, just stopped with his back to her. She watched him exhale, the air and tension leaving his body.

"So you admit," he started. His tone was measured, trying to reign himself in no doubt. "You did it, too. You've seen other people."

Macey probably would have rolled her eyes, maybe he thought she did. But she took advantage of him not looking at her and bit her tongue instead, trying to hold back her frustration instead of hiding it. "Of course. The difference is," she continued, venom seeping into her words, "At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight!"

Preston scoffed and turned back. "Yeah, right. You've been out for coffee not half a million times."

"Coffee," Macey emphasized. "I kept my nights to myself. Sure, I can't stop rumors about them, but all the whispers and speculation about my hips and sighs was just that. They weren't pictures," she grabbed the tabloid off the table and shoved it in his face. "On the front page of every paper!"

"I don't need to see pictures of you with some guy to feel hurt!" Preston yelled, knocking the paper out of her hand. The pages fluttered around the room, ending up scattered all over the floor. 

"Oh, really?"

"I don't give a shit about some guys you see! That wasn't nearly as bad as the pictures and headlines of you leaving me!" He stared into her eyes, and she could see him willing himself to calm down. Or maybe his next thought took the steam out of him. "Do you know how many times I saw the picture of you in that blue dress, all alone, on that boat?"

"I'm sure," Macey said, because she was. It seemed the paparazzi had gotten one singular photo of her that day and it was everywhere. That one photo was dissected across every social media platform, every comments section, every headline.

MACEY MCHENRY SEEN LEAVING ISLAND VACATION WITH PRESTON WINTERS ALONE MERE HOURS AFTER ARRIVING

"Whose fault was that, though?" she questioned. Preston's shoulders sagged under the weight of her statement, but Macey didn't feel any sense of victory as she crossed her arms at him. "Has your new girl realized yet that she's a clone of me?"

Where someone else would defend themselves and their partner and throw out statements like, 'no she doesn't' or 'that was unintentional', Preston said nothing. Macey felt her anger flare up again. "Because it doesn't actually matter, really. The vast majority of her looks. At this point it's safe to surmise that if she'd got blue eyes, you'll date her. And, you know what, really Preston, how is that going? You've searched every models bed at this point. Did you find something greater?"

"No."

"Something better than me?" 

"No!" Preston closed the minimal space that was left between them, putting them practically nose to nose. His hands were gripping her arms, tightly at first and then quickly relaxed their hold. He was staring into her eyes and Macey made the grave mistake of glancing down at his lips. One of his hands traveled up to cup her face and bring it even closer to his. He ran his thumb across her cheek to the corner of her mouth. He brushed it over her bottom lip, drawing it into somewhat of a pout.

"I keep dreaming about you," he whispered. "It's not that I keep seeing you, but I know it's you. It's your voice and your lips whispering for me to 'come here'. To come to you. And I want to. Before you called me a lying traitor. And now, after."

Macey inhaled. She saw two options in front of herself. One was give in to the magnetic pull she felt every time they were together and continue this back and forth, song and dance they did. The other was admit something herself. She wasn't sure which one would do the most damage to her.

"Twenty stitches," she said, pulling back and looking in his eyes. "That's how many stitches you got after the accident. And I was with you the whole time. You had my undivided attention." Preston was looking at her longingly, imploringly, as she spoke. "And I keep thinking about jumping. Off of very tall... somethings," she watched his eyes search hers. "Just to see you come running. To see if you would."

"I would," he said. "I'd run to you, of course I would."

"But you don't!" Macey yelled, breaking away from his hold. "I keep hoping you'd be there! And you'd say everything I want you to, but you don't!"

"You don't give me a chance!"

"We've broken up countless times! Each of those was a chance! You don't take it! I do! I always come back!"

"Well, why don't you stop leaving!"

"Why don't you make me wanna stay?" Macey's question came out at the same volume they had been arguing at. But the silence that followed made it ring as if it had been much louder. The silence itself was loud. 

This was the part where they were supposed to just fall into one another, fall into Preston's bed, and give it another try for another few weeks. But he couldn't come up with anything to say in response to her. And he really looked like he wanted to say something. Macey wanted him to say anything.

But the silence stretched on.

"Was it over?" Macey asked, referencing the earlier part of their argument.

He looked at her. "Is it over now?"

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[bitchfromthecrypt]

This Book Belongs To: Melody

Synopsis:

Sometimes, life doesn't go quite the way you’d expect.

Death however, never goes the way you’d expect.

Melody Adler; daughter, mother, widow.

She was a woman of many words, and even more talents, a kind soul who strives for the very best at every turn.

She longed to one day move her mother and daughter out of her rundown apartment, far away the hustle and bustle of the city.

Unfortunately, none of that matters because she's dead.

Melody woke up in the middle of an empty field, left with nothing but her new diary, her memories, a whole lot of questions and no one to ask them to.

At first she couldn’t tell if she was in hell or heaven.

Then she met Her.

And it all went down hill from there.

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Criticsm is always welcome and greatly appreciated!!!! I’m a new writer and I’m making up 99% of this as I go lol

Hope you enjoy!!!

Double chapter cause the first ones incredibly short

Entry Two

I'm going to go for a walk.

I can't sit here twiddling my thumbs for all eternity.

I'm not sure I could stand it.

Although it's not like exercising would do me any good.

Not much affects me nowadays.

Not physically.

I miss it, the groundedness of a body.

I can still see myself, I can see my hands, my thick black hair, my dark skin.

And yet, nothing is quite solid.

I'm weightless.

Thinking back, when I first arrived here, I panicked, as any sane person would.

All I could think about was how difficult it was to take a deep breath.

It hasn't changed.

I can't feel air in my lungs anymore.

When I touch something, I go through it.

Everything intertwines, it’s almost like locking hands with someone.

No, it's more like running your hands through water.

It's near impossible to describe, all I can truthfully say is how unsettling it is to never feel the ground underneath you.

I should leave soon.

“Last night" lasted a very long while.

I may have time to wait for light, but I do not have the patience.

I will not lie here and wait for nothing.

Idle hands and all that.

Entry Three

I wasn't trying to get lost, obviously.

I don't enjoy not knowing where I am.

Then again, that's more of a constant these days.

I didn't want to return.

I couldn't. Not yet.

It's too much.

Waking up everyday to the same empty sky and knowing for a fact that there's no one.

No one and nothing other than you and your memories that seem like they took place so long ago.

I just wanted to breathe.

Besides, it's not like I wouldn't wake up right back where I started.

It's happened the last twenty times.

I just wanted to see something different.

Unfortunately, there was only the forest.

I couldn't tell you how long I walked, only that if I was alive I would've passed out miles before I'd stopped.

I was pleased to see that the trees seem to get bigger the deeper you go, anything different is a breath of fresh air.

I was however, unsettled to see the path follows you, no matter where you step.

If I took my eyes off it, even for a second, even just to blink, it would be miles ahead of wherever I had planned to walk.

Little things like that remind me of where I am now.Of what I am now.

It truly takes what little charm this place could ever have and rips it to shreds.

It got dark.

I thought I'd stay longer, no point in being afraid of the dark when nothing is there to kill you.

Not that anything could to begin with.

I walked until I couldn't tell if it was still night or if it was day, as the trees were so dense, so packed together, their branches deeply intertwined, almost tangled.

I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face.

They arched over me.

To keep me trapped. Or to shield me.

I don't think I’m meant to know which.

I walked further still.

I lied down right where I stood and slept on the ground.

I was reminded of my own bed.

I got the frame on sale for 7 dollars, a great deal, but at the time it was a big purchase.

The mattress, I got from my mother's oldest church friend henrietta.

Her son went away to college and his mattress had been used for so long she didn't think it would sell well.

Plus she'd do anything to help out poor little Loretta and her starving daughter.

That's one thing I don't miss.

We were a tight knit community, which meant everyone knew everyone's business, and they damn sure had something to say about it.

Every single time we went to church or school, someone had to bring it up.

My mother worked her behind off cleaning their houses and cleaning up after their kids, just to make sure we had everything we needed, only to be told to her face and behind her back that it would never be enough.

Pity and prayers don't pay bills.

And in most cases I wouldn't call what they felt for us pity.

Anyway, the bed was horrid.

Sleeping on the ground felt only slightly worse. And it smelled a lot better.

Perhaps the tangent made me restless but I could not sleep.

Something felt wrong.

Not bad necessarily, just off. I felt like I was being watched.

And I knew it was silly of me, I hadn't seen so much as a tick in this entire forest.

Still, I felt eyes on me.

After a while I couldn't take it anymore.

I spoke.

Nothing much, I only asked if anyone was there.

I knew in my head it was ridiculous, I wasn’t that much of a fool.

I just felt this need. A need be around another human, another animal even.

I just couldn’t help but think that maybe, somewhere out in this forest there was some little creature sitting all alone in this dark, watching me sleep.

Maybe it just needed to be around someone too.

Most likely not, but common sense isn't a strong suit of mine right now.

I haven't had much need to practice.

Of course nothing responded.

But I wasn’t ready to give up on my fantasy yet.

I stood and called out to it again.

Silence.

The air fell still as I waited for something, anything.

I didn’t breathe for fear that I’d miss it.

And still, complete silence.

I sighed to myself and lied back down, form in my previous belief that there was, indeed no on there.

That I was alone.

That all I could do was sit down, shut up, and go to sleep.

The unchanging realm would be waiting for me in the “morning”, and it was pointless to think differently.

I fell into a depressing silence, I closed my eyes, and I let myself drift into unconsciousness.

Hoping that maybe this time, I at least wouldn’t wake up to face the same blank sky again.

Then the sound.

A snap.

It was so faint I almost missed it.

But I heard it, I know I did.

A twig snapped.

It was so close, I could've reached it in five paces.

I had never yearned for a flashlight so desperately, I would've killed for a bit of moonlight in that moment.

I guessed where the sound had come from, and darted after it.

I was never even sure if it was really there, I almost gave up, until I heard it.

The footsteps.

Quick, quiet little footsteps.

I was elated, something, some person, some animal, some creature was there.

I could've cried, I would've cried!

Until I tripped.

I hadn't payed attention to where I was running, and I tripped.

Over my own feet.

I hit my head.

I know that because I woke up in the very same field I do every day.

It was devastating being so close only to suddenly wake up and be faced with the fact that I will most likely never see whatever was there again.

I couldn’t have been dreaming.

I don't know what I’ll do if I imagined it all, I don't think I could take it.

My solace though! My delight! My proof!

I have a scar on my knee.

It's small, nearly imperceptible, but it's there, it's a scar!

For a moment, long enough for me to injure myself, I went somewhere.

Somewhere I could get hurt.

Somewhere other than here.

I need to go again.

I'm going on another walk. Right now.

I’ll run into whatever was watching me eventually, I just have to keep walking.

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[boku-no-family]

Hello!! I just want to say that I love your blog like a lot!! I know I only started following you recently but I legit spent like 2 hours reading all/most of your stuff and you're amazing!!!! If it isn't too much to ask (and if your requests are open right now and you haven't done this already[i don't think you have but I could be wrong lol]) could I request head canons on how Kirishima, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kaminari would react to an s/o who has really bad insomnia? Stay awesome love!!

Blessyour soul Beautiful 💕 Thank you for your kind words, I’m so happy thatyou like what I’m doing! 💫 Btw, I LOVE your icon! Stay awesome as wellDarling 😉

Here areyour headcanons, I hope you like them 😃 I can relate to this ask on apersonal level 🙈

KirishimaEijirou

Before he and his s/o started dating, he neverreally realized that they had insomnia. It’s not like you go around, knockingat everyone’s door “Hey, I’m an insomniac, nice to meet you”. Most of the time,they concealed their lack of sleep well enough for everyone to not notice

He becomes partly concerned when his s/o stillreplies to his messages at 3 am in the morning. He is super sleepy, but it’shis s/o and he really likes them, so they keep messaging each other until hefalls asleep. Everyone has trouble sleeping sometimes, so it wouldn’t happenevery day anyway

When it happens again and again, Kirishimastarts to be worried. How can they text him this late every day and still lookso good every morning, he obviously has switched into zombie mode. It’s notlike they are used to it, isn’t it?

Without beating around the bush, he asks hiss/o what the deal with those late night messages is. S/o flushes him a smileand tells him that they are insomniac and it’s not a big deal for them to livewith only so little sleep, but obviously he shouldn’t stick to their habit. “Oibabe, watcha sayin’ here? It’s super unhealthy and super unmanly if you end updestroying your body with this”

He makes it his goal to help his s/o gettingback to a normal sleeping schedule. Suggests a lot of stuff, like dimming thelight an hour before bed, reading before going to sleep, breathing techniques,no phone before bedtime etc. If his s/o tells them with a pouty face that theycan’t sleep without their phone because they might miss him, he offers them tosleep together. Of course, if they still can’t go to bed early or have troublefalling asleep, he stays awake with them. What kind of boyfriend would he be tolet his s/o suffer alone, even if it turns him into a zombie?

TodorokiShouto

Todoroki knew that his s/o liked coffee, butwhen he eventually realized that they technically live off coffee, he can’thelp but being genuinely concerned. Too much caffeine is not good for your bodyand he wants his s/o to be healthy and happy

However, he wouldn’t directly demand them tostop their coffee consumption, he would rather observe them a little to find thecause behind it. Getting down to the root of trouble and eliminate it at onceis his goal. Besides, he doesn’t want to offend them with wrong conclusions

The moment his gears start to turn and all the littlepieces are falling together, is when he realizes how much of habit napping togetherhas become and how happy and refreshed his s/o looks afterwards.

Finally, he asks them if insomnia might be thecause of their enormous coffee consumption and points out how concerned he is. S/otells them that they have trouble to maintain their sleep, means they often wakeup in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep again.

Sleep deprivation is not a stranger toTodoroki, actually he has the same problem sometimes. Instead of coffee, he suggeststhem to drink a cup of green tea before they go to bed, in order to relax. He alsotells them, whenever they wake up and can’t go back to sleep anymore, theyshould call him and they have a late night walk together

BakugouKatsuki

The moment Bakugou notices bags under his s/o’seyes and being all grumpy or he sees them inhaling their coffee instead of drinking,he asks them what’s wrong. Of course he can’t stop making one or two snarky remarkshere and there

When s/o tells him, they have trouble sleeping lately,but didn’t want to bother him, he flicks their forehead and gives them alecture about how important a healthy sleep schedule is

S/o gets a little salty because, well, it’s notlike they chose it? Bakugou gets salty because s/o is salty and eventually theyend up having a little fight

Bakugou has a little trouble to relate to thewhole situation because he was never insomniac in his whole life. Sleep is importantfor him and after a day of being all riled up, he can’t help but being tired. Oh, it suddenly clicks in his head

Drags his s/o to work out with him, making sureto exhaust them

If s/o still has trouble to sleep, he might bebent on cuddling the shit out of them

KaminariDenki

He is everything but quick to catch up on hiss/o’s problem

However, he notices when bags start to appear underneathhis s/o’s beautiful eyes and is low key irritated when they start being grumpyor making snarky remarks whenever he sweet talks them

Finally, when s/o tells them the third week ina row that they haven’t really slept or just had a few hours, he is like “Oh, that’s not really smooth, being insomniac is a problem” “You don’tsay!”

Kaminari is actually ashamed that he didn’t getthe hint earlier and tries to help them as much as possible. He does really detailedresearch on how to deal with insomnia (Google has to have an answer! Googleknows everything!)

He tries everything he recommends to his s/o togetherwith them. Sometimes this either ends in a total disaster or super funnymoments. “Denki, I don’t think thatwatching a movie at 3:30am is a good method to relax your brain”, s/o sayssnuggled up against him, falling asleep in his arms. (In the end, he ends upbeing insomniac because of Netflix)

#kirishima eijirou #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #kaminari denki #bnha headcanons #bnha #boku no hero academia