#but now i’m using them and they’re really helping me

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Overblot Universe (3) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Part 1 • 2

You could feel the urge to sleep pulling at your eyes

Faint voices sounding muddled had you fighting a little 

As you found your eyes drooping once again you could feel something wrap around your arms

Naturally you pull away, reminding you of those inky tentacles that held you captive a short while ago

You pause when you hear the sound of vines snapping

These weren’t tentacles

But vines 

Feeling the circumference of the vine you searched for thorns

Finding that they felt shaved and dulled

The detail brought a strange sense of comfort 

The kind you had when you were with your dear horned friend 

You follow their pull realizing the vines had come from an oval source of light

Blocking your eyes, you could finally make out where the light was coming from

The comforting green light shed through giant leaves that were covering the sun

It looked like you were back in Night Raven’s Botanical garden

Though it looked incredibly over grown 

“(Y/n) there you are! Where’d you go? My tummy’s going to kill me!”

The pitchy voice had you perking up, your eyes watering as you recognized the little fur ball running to you

“Grim!”

“Wah! What is the meaning of this Hench human!”

You couldn’t help the tears that dripped into his grey fur

“I missed you so much!”

“Heh?! Why would you miss me? You been sleepin’ in here the whole time.”

“Have I?”

Just then you realized the encounters with the overblot versions of the dorm leaders were incredibly fuzzy 

Like bad dreams

Giving Grim one last squeeze before releasing him you inhaled knowing that was all it was

Just bad dreams

“Grim, I thought you were hungry enough to wake them up quickly?”

“I was! But suddenly they just grabbed me and started to talking nonsense!”

The vice dorm leader shook his head before smiling at you and holding his hand out to you

“Glad to see you’re awake enough to make your appointment!”

“What do you mean Jamil?”

He smiled pulling you up and into his side 

Holding you incredibly close as he walked into the overgrown expanse of the vegetation

Jamil looked heavenly under the shaded natural light

He looked so happy

Something in you told you not to ask about Kalim

Before you could question him more he pulls back a particularly large leaf to reveal something lovely

A picnic with a number of dishes that made your mouth water and sitting wistfully beside them was none other than–

“Tsunotaro!?”

“Child of Man, I’m glad that you’re here to join us!”

Grim ran past you to get to the food you let Jamil intertwine his fingers with yours as he led you to the blanket

In no time at all you were eating and chatting 

The ghosts of inky hands and tentacles leaving your mind every now and then as you spoke more and more with your friends

Sometimes the thought of how weird this pair up was but you had to pay attention Malleus was spoon feeding something to you

And even when the food was all gone and Grim was napping on your stomach 

All that existed of the nightmare before was the faint memory of ink which was constantly overshadowed by Jamil and Malleus 

“That’s what I’m saying: these clouds look like a bat!”

“I disagree. A Briar Valley bat is much larger than a fruit bat…and their tails are much larger.”

“But they’re still classified as a bat right?”

“Technically.”

“See? (Y/n), please help him understand.”

It’s nice….to relax like this 

“Hey uh how long have I been sleeping?”

“Not long I am sure. You left shortly after our breakfast together and Grim claimed you went on your own after that.”

“Really? That’s not how I remember it…”

“Oh Really? What do you remember?”

That fuzzy feeling was there again 

you can feel your head ache while you tried to make the image in your head clearer

But alas it never did

“Nothing. Anyway let’s just go back to our special day!”

“Yes, let’s. You both have promised to indulge in our mini-gargoyle-making session.”

As promised all three of you separated a large block of clay that you weren’t aware that they brought

Beginining to shape mini gargoyles with it 

It was hard using the utensils Malleus seems to have bought

But they were great

It was all going great

Until you heard Jamil whimper

Looking up you hadn’t expected what you were seeing

Watching as Jamil’s figure faded like an image on a screen

Phasing in an out the clay falling from his fingers as it continued

“Jamil! Are you okay what’s wrong?”

“Do not tell me…” 

Looking over at Tsunotarou, his face was twisted and his eyes were glaring at the flickering Jamil 

But it didn’t seem that he was directing that hatred at him but someone else

“Jamil if I release you can you stop him?”

“Him?”

“I-I’m not sure I can’t feel the others–ack!”

Jamil belted out another round of coughing 

“Jamil, Malleus what is going on!?”

Malleus’ glare was now directed at you 

Taking his real name leaving your lips as an insult in and of itself

“(Y/n), I think it’s best you go back to sleep.”

The second the word left his mouth you felt a weight on all your muscles

Pulling at your eyelids and even your consciousness

But you fought back 

Backing away from the fae who was now worriedly reaching out for you

Instead you ended up closer to Jamil trying to grab onto his flickering form

“(Y—-Y—/n-n-n-)! P-lease!”

His form continued to flicker out of existence allowing you to see the familiar image of the Overblotted Jamil

“Viper make them sleep. I will come to your aid next. I just need you to make them sleep!”

The word had the same pull but you were getting used to it

Pushing through you watched the phasing Overblotted Jamil’s eyes light up as he tried to say something

Before he could he screamed out finally dissipating into nothingness

His disappearance revealed something more to you 

The green paradise you’d been in began to melt away churning and piling into mounds of ink 

Ink that you found yourself sinking into

“(Y/n)!!!”

Malleus’ layered voice was screeching and the world was shaking

But that wasn’t stopping your quick descent and sooner than you could react your vision was engulfed in blackness

The feeling of your heart being pulled out of something deep was what met you when you found you could open your eyes once again

“There you should be free of that creatures curse. Now my King we’ve much to catch up on.”

Part 4?

[enwifen]

BOYFRIEND DOES MY MAKEUP ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝓹𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋!𝗃𝖺𝗒 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝔀𝖼. 1.3k

🎀 ⋅˚₊ ──── 𝓹𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗈… 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ‘𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉’ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾? (𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.)

❝ REBLOGS ♡ COMMENTS ❞

USER PK_JAY IS NOW LIVE ON TWITCH.

Thousands of viewers immediately rush to open the streaming app, eager to tune in to their favourite streamer going live. Immediately they’re greeted by the sight of you and Jay smiling, happily waving to the screen.

‘omg y/n’s back!1!!1!!1!’

‘y/n is always SO pretty ugh’

‘jay can i steal ur gf pls’

Jay laughs and jokingly narrows his eyes. “No you cannot steal my girl- anyway, hey guys!”

“Hi everyone! Welcome back!” You add cheerily, beaming at the never ending comments continuously pouring in. “We have a special challenge for you guys today~”

Jay chuckles lightly while shaking his head. Hand running through his hair, he thinks about the chaos that awaited him in today’s stream.

“We’re doing the…” you trail off, hitting the desk to create a drumroll making Jay join in.

“Boyfriend does girlfriend’s makeup challenge!” You say in unison. The chat going crazy again soothes you, having been previously worrying about whether or not the viewers would find this challenge interesting. It was quite old but a classic nonetheless.

Jay watches you introduce your makeup pouch, showcasing off a few products and spilling your thoughts about them. A small smile creeps onto his face as he notes you could very well become a streamer on your own, if you wanted to. He had always joked his audience loved you more than him, hundreds of comments enquiring about you and your whereabouts whenever Jay was streaming alone.

“Anyway! Enough of me yapping—” you grin and turn to your boyfriend. “Jay?” He raises his brows in acknowledgment, glancing down as the pink pouch is pushed towards him. “Take it away~”

“What do I start with?”

You shrug playfully, still smiling. “Whatever feels right! You’re the makeup artist today, baby.”

Jay looks to the chat for help. He can’t help but squint reading the different names of makeup products. Foundation, concealer… okay he thinks he’s heard of those before but- what the hell is colour corrector? Primer? Jay was definitely not a beauty guru.

Digging through the bag he finds the “foundation” everyone had been yelling at him to use. Though challenging, you try your best to bite back any laughter as your boyfriend pumps the teeniest amount of product onto the back of his hand (just like a pro).

“Isn’t that too little? ㅋㅋㅋ”

“Is it? Should I add more?” He grins. “Actually, nah, I like when y/n wears natural makeup so… wait- do I need a brush?” Jay decides he doesn’t, gingerly applying foundation to your cheeks with his ring finger.

He can’t help but smile seeing your terrible job of attempting to hold back giggles. “What’s so funny, hm? I’m trying my best here.”

“Nothing! You’re doing a great job babe just- you really love working at your own pace, huh?”

The two of you laugh at that. “Okay, I think that’s enough foundation…? Guys, should I add more? Does it look natural enough?” He asks, cupping your cheeks and tilting your head towards the screen. You suppose you could look worse, you look slightly odd a best with your cheeks being a shade different compared to the rest of your face.

“Do lipstick next!”

“Concealer!!”

“Y/n trying not to laugh has me 😭😭”

“Wish my bf would do my makeup :(( u guys r literally couple goals…”

“Concealer? Oh! This, right?” The comments praise Jay after he shows the correct tube to the camera. “I think I’ve seen you put this on before, I know what to do.” You smile, feeling proud as Jay applies the product under your eyes. “You also do random spots like… here, here and… here?”

You could tell he was unknowing attempting to conceal the few blemishes you had.

“The random spots are for the darker spots on my face, lovie.”

“Ahh,” he nods in understanding “but you don’t really need this then, I don’t wanna conceal all of you, you’re perfect already, baby.”

“AWWWWWWW”

“Bfs like jay>>>>>”

“Y/n is literally so lucky omg”

And lucky you were, shyly looking away as your cheeks start to grow warm.

“Angel~ look at me, I still need to do your makeup.” He chuckles. Eventually you regain back your composure, the hairs of your fluffy brush tickling your skin as Jay continues ‘working his magic.’ Once he’s done Jay chooses to apply blush next, which, goes surprisingly well. There was a possibility you could have came out looking like a clown but luckily you didn’t.

However, a challenge within a challenge arises.

“Baby?”

“Mm?”

“Can I make a suggestion?” You ask, biting back an almost evil grin.

“Sure.”

“Why don’t you try and do my eyeliner?” Jay immediately catches on.

“Why of course, babe.” He replies, seemingly confident as he fishes out your liquid eyeliner pen. Jay played guitar, he had experience in dealing with things delicately such as the strings so… this should be easy, right?

Wrong! And you certainly don’t make it any easier for him. You little menace.

“Y/n you’re impossible!” He pouts playfully, pulling away from the disaster he calls your eyeliner. One look at the screen has the viewers crying tears of laughter.

“The lines look more like scribbles 😭”

“How is this supposed to be a wing?? Hope y/n doesn’t think she can fly with those—”

“Personally I think it looks great! Super cute and natural.” Jay giggles. “It’s actually uhh… a new trend! It’s just so new nobody knows it yet.” With nobody buying your boyfriend’s crap, he still entertains the viewers by continuing to push the ‘wonky eyeliner trend’ onto them, insisting that it’s a real thing.

“Oh my god, please god help me…”

“Baby! You’re supposed to be on my side! Back me up here!” Jay exclaims, nudging you playfully.

“I will do no such thing! Now hurry and finish my makeup.”

“In a rush are we now, why? Do you have somewhere to be?” Mischief whispers in your ear yet again and you nod.

“Yes actually! I have a date!” Jay scoffs loudly, though playfully.

“Oh? No worries, I’ll be sure to make you look extra pretty real quick…”

By ‘extra pretty’ Jay meant the exact opposite. No longer acting cautious, he lets his inner makeup artist fully unleash its power onto your face (pause). You can’t help but giggle as he asks about the supposed date and you begin to describe a guy that fits Jay’s description albeit a lot more exaggerated.

“Huge muscles, huh?” Jay smirks at your nod, taking advantage of your eyes being closed. “Man he sounds really hot, I envy him being able to pull such a pretty girl…”

Soft giggles escape you as you feel a cool sensation dragging over your cheeks, as if Jay was drawing rather than actually applying makeup. Your suspicions are only confirmed when you open your eyes and look at yourself in the monitor. Jay only snickers as you let out a playful shriek, not believing your boyfriend had actually drew clown features on you.

The red triangles under your eyes matched your bright red nose, not to mention the now much heavier blush that dusted your cheeks.

“Jay! What is the meaning of this?” You laugh.

Jay shrugs, seemingly proud of himself as though he wasn’t skilled at makeup, he did pretty damn good at making you look like a clown. “You are what you say.”

“That’s not the saying, dummy.”

“Well it’s true! You’re a fool for thinking about dating some other guy… if anything you’re the dummy here.”

The two of you have a good laugh and so do the viewers behind the screen. You playfully give them a look of defeat. “Well guys… lesson learned. Don’t try and turn the tables on your boyfriend.”

Jay nods in agreement. “But if you do and fail miserably…” he raises an eyebrow, causing a grin to spread across your face.

“You can always get back at him.”

“Wait… what?!” Jays eyes widen as you take back your makeup pouch, slowly rolling towards him on your chair.

“Say baby, why don’t you let me give you a makeover too?”

[paxaz535]

Cool For The Summer

A Pazzi Fic

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just read idk

“Azzi! Are you getting dressed!?” Nika yelled from downstairs, the girls were going to the beach since it was 103 degrees outside, they possibly COULDN’T stay in the house. Azzi was still deciding on what bathing suit to wear, she didn’t wanna be casual but she didn’t want to go over board either.

“Uh, no?” she yelled back as a question, she could hear a few girls groan, “Azzi, you always do this come on!” Aubrey said as she, Nika, Paige, and Kk knocked on the door, letting themselves in.

Azzi rolled her eyes, “yall know I’m indecisive, I have too many I want to wear.” Kk giggled, “girly pop, it’s just the beach. who you tryna look good for anyways?” Paige ears perked up at this, it possibly couldn’t be for some random horn bag at the beach.. right?

Azzi smacked her lips, “none of your business, Kamorea.” Paige heart felt weird hearing this, why did it matter who she looked good for? should Paige even care? “Just wear this one, it’s cute and simple.” Nika said as she pointed to a black bikni, it was cute. Azzi decided to put on a white shirt over it as a cover up. “Okay, get out, here I come.” Azzi started putting her braids into a ponytail, the girls leaving and waiting for Azzi.

in the car

“I don’t know why y’all complaining like yall the ones who’s driving.” Azzi spoke, she finally came out the apartment, ready to go get wet. “Whatever, you still took too long.” Aubrey spoke as she, Nika, and Kk sat in the back. Paige was in the front as always.

“Let me get aux.” Paige spoke as she started to grab the cord but Azzi put her hand over Paige’s. “Unt unt. my car, my rules.” Paige rolled her eyes and huffed, falling back into her seat with her arms crossed. “okay, child.” Azzi spoke playfully as she turned on ‘Cool for the Summer’ by Demi Levato.

Paige scoffed, “really?” Azzi just stared at her blankly. She then put her keys in the car and started to pull out of the drive way.

she made sure she had her sunglasses, could never go anywhere without them.

got my mind on your body and your body on my mind

Paige couldn’t help but look at Azzi, she thought she looked beautiful. The girls in the back could obviously see the love eyes Paige was giving Azzi, they were so gonna tease her about it later. After a few songs, the girl finally arrived at the beach.

-

“you gonna go get in the water?” paige asked as she lied down next to her best friend. Azzi pulled her sun glasses down and looked over at the blonde. “Not now, you know I gotta get my summer tan in.” paige just stared at the girl, it was hard for her not to.

“you’re so beautiful.” paige thought out loud, azzi was caught off guard by the compliment. it made her blush, “thank you.” the two of them stared at each other. paige decided to start to lean in, to see what azzi would do. azzi leaned in as well, they didn’t care if they were at the beach, all they saw was each other at this point.

as the two got closer to each other, the moment sadly ended once Kk decided to spray the two with a water gun. the two best friends backed away from each other, not wanting to get wet or stop this moment so quickly.

‘damn you, Kk.’ azzi thought as she groaned at the younger girl, smiling at the two. “what do you want?” paige asked, also annoyed they were interrupted. “girl boo, rude much? don’t be mad I stopped what y’all were about to do, simply wait until we get home.” Azzi and Paige side eyed her, she definitely clocked that tea.

“anyways, yall finna come get in the water or what?” azzi just rolled her eyes, “might as well. you just shot us with that dislocated ass water gun so why not.” kk just giggled, hopping up and running towards the water. “they’re coming!!” she yelled to the rest of the girls. paige and azzi just gave each other a look that clearly says ‘we’re gonna continue this later.’

ok so boom

anywho here’s this :)

[ninyard]

I would love to just sit on a roof top and talk to you about anything and everything. Hear all of your opinions on everything.

Wait what the hell that’s so sweet I’m the mayor of yapsville when you get me started on something I have An Opinion on, so I promise you’d probably quickly regret it.

But picture us. Me and you on a roof. And I tell you the following, as the wind blows our hair and the sun starts to set:

- Andrew helps Renee dye her hair

- When they move in together, Andrew always finds his t-shirts or random belongings shoved under Neil’s pillow. Harmless stuff, but usually stuff that belongs to Andrew. Kept safe, untouchable below his pillow like the few belongings he had in the beginning.

- Dyslexic Kevin Day

- Allison helps Neil get his hair back into a good condition when he starts to grow it out post-TKM. She helps him do treatments and recommends the best products. She braids it when it gets long enough. She shows him how to properly tie it back, she teaches him how to properly look after the texture in his hair.

- Andrew has a folder in his camera roll for nobody else but himself of things that make him smile on the inside. Most of the time it’s stupid things, like a terrible advertisement stuck to a lamp post, or an ugly dog, or an awfully parked car. Silly things that make him laugh that he screenshots or snaps a picture of. There’s eventually hundreds of pictures in there. There’s photos of Neil, when he falls asleep on Andrew’s shoulder and Andrew’s too proud to tell him how cute he looked. Photos of Neil in his suit before a banquet, photos of him doing dishes or handing him dinner. There’s photos of Andrew and Renee after they’ve been sparring. There’s photos of things he’s seen in stores that remind him of Kevin, or Neil, or Renee. Sometimes Aaron. There’s even a few photos of Kevin in there, too. Nobody know this folder exists. Not even Neil, who doesn’t even know half of the photos of himself in there even exist. Because it’s just for Andrew. It’s just for him to collect the little joys in his life now that he can somewhat actually feel it.

- Kevin has to wear a brace on his hand/wrist every now and again, and he still sees a physiotherapist once every few months to check up on his hand.

- Matt goes to Andrew the first time he thinks about relapsing. He doesn’t even think about it. Neil is very confused when he comes back to the dorm to find Matt and Andrew playing video games together, but doesn’t question it.

- Dan tags along to night practice every now and again. Nobody acknowledges that she isn’t usually there, they just let her join them on the court and practice as usual. It makes Kevin really happy, actually, to see her trying to better her skills with them. Usually she just joins them when she can’t sleep and needs to get out of her head.

- On the OG foxes last night together before the first of them graduate, they all find themselves around a fire pit in one of their parents houses, or on property Allison rented out, and they tell each other stories and share some confessions in a mostly-funny, kind of emotional way. They cry and laugh and hug and shock each other with some of the things they say but it’s a really beautiful moment before they’re finally split up for the first time

- Dyslexic Kevin Day (again)

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for telling people I don’t work here?

Ok so it’s Saturday morning and I (28M) don’t have a lot on my mind, besides like maybe lunch, I’m a little hungover so I go to the supermarket really to just get out of the house. Then suddenly this woman approaches way to fast and her eyes are intense And she spits on me a little as she asks, “where do you keep the pasta?” and I’m confused but I try to be polite so I say, “I dunno aisle 3?” And then she demands get it for her! I just stand there for a moment because I was just trying to get a Gatorade and I don’t want to deal with this, but then she rolls her eyes and I kind of lose it. 

So I tell her, “Hey! I don’t work here and if I did I would not sell you shit!” And then I say, ”Maybe should work here so I can hide all the things you want from you!” and, “If I did work here do you think I’d be wearing a dirty white singlet? Ya fool!” Then I noticed the pasta was there the whole fucking time so I tell her, “Silly me I’ve had the pasta all along. Fuck you” and she starts crying. 

So now it’s the afternoon and I’m not going to lie, I feel really great about making a middle age woman cry today. So I’m taking a walk on the hot sand on the beach and decide to take a rest in the shade of the lifeguard tower (and my foresight readies me for melee) so then this man runs up from the surf way to fast, with a bluebottle across his chest he shakes me as he asks “you’ve got to save my kid!” But I can’t swim, so I tell him that, and he gets all upset and goes “what kind of a kid guard are you then?” And I’m tired and just wanted to take a nap but he rolls his eyes so I kind of snap.

And I tell him “Hey! I don’t work here but if I did I would not save your kid!” And then I tell him “maybe I should work here that way I could help relieve that nasty sting for you” and I tell him “do you think a life guard would make a race car out of sand then fall asleep?” And then I get a bit sidetracked thinking about how I should probably get a job and I guess I’m mumbling because the guy asks if I was thinking about saving his son and I tell him no and he says “What about my son, he's drowning?!” Then I look over his shoulder and see that no he isn’t and I tell him "Your son's fine, he just swims weird, and you shouldn't hold that against him.” And the guy turns around to check and I take that as my moment to get out of there.

So it’s night now and I’m not thinking about much just kicking a ball down the street then I give it to much juice and it flies over the fence of my local NASA compound (just bear with me) I climb over the fence to get it when I realize the guards are all passed out and it seems there’s been a planed attack. The alarms are blaring but I’m the only one in tact. I try to phone for help but something must be blocking it. And they’re an alien transmitting itself to NASA screens specifically. And the alien says “Give us ya planet” and I’m trying to figure out way to do or find any one who can actually handle this and I tell the aliens but it just repeats “Give us ya planet” and I try to get someone to answer me and tell them we’re under attack and again the alien says “Give us ya planet” and I try to tell it that I don’t have the authority to do that but it just won’t listen. I just came to get my ball but it’s been a long day so I’ll speak for all of humanity. 

(Also I didn’t know this at the time but apparently this had worldwide news coverage)

So I tell the alien “Hey! I don’t work here and if I did I would not surrender shit!” And I tell it “maybe I should work here that way I could take a trip to mars and strangle you!” And I ask “Do you think the president of Earth has a fucking mullet?” And at this point I’m just letting out all the anger from the day and I tell it  “maybe I should work here that way I could put my planetary fist in you, I could teach your kid to drown in front of you, and I could hide all of the linguini from you!” 

Then the alien fucked right off and also I’m the president of earth now. So AITA

[mariaofdoranelle]

URDAD - part 5

Lonely TCGTATGG would like to pair up with congenial AGCATACC

Warnings: mentions of kinky times? Maybe light nsfw idk

Words: 1,4k

A little recap because it’s been so fucking long: Rowan’s the father of Aelin’s bestie, Imogen. He kept it distant until he found Aelin a job at his hospital. She works with the machinery and he’s allergic to technology so she helps him out a lot. They grew close. Aelin planned to break up with Chaol, the boyfriend she lived with, and then become roomies with Imogen. But then she finds out that Chaol and Imogen have been sleeping together and oh no she’s homeless now! Rowan feels bad and offers her a place to stay out of the pureness of his heart, but she fucks him to get back at her friend. Now they’re fucking like bunnies but no one knows yet.

Also, Anne Jausten is Rowan’s most treasured digital slide scanner.

Now let’s fucking goooooo

When Aelin invited Rowan to visit apartments with her again, she was expecting incisive views from a more experienced person, not incessant bitching that ended up being a pain in her ass.

She stomped down the hallway leading to her “office”—the medical equipment maintenance room—and Rowan followed hot on her heels, refusing to take the hint.

“I’m sorry,” he said for the millionth time. “I didn’t mean to—“

“Swear it.” She turned around and crossed her arms. “Swear on Anne Jausten that you didn’t act like this on purpose.”

He silently stood with a pleading look in his eye. Maybe because of the two nurses eyeing him curiously, or because he didn’t have anything good to say for himself.

What bugged Aelin the most is that she couldn’t understand why he was trying to sabotage her apartment hunting. Why would he bother to visit the places with her just to talk trash about them. Yes, she was well aware that those apartments weren’t near as nice as his fancy two-story home, but they were nice enough, especially when the deadline she was given to leave was so close.

Rowan had previously told her she could stay for ‘one or two weeks’, and in the meanwhile he fucked her numerous times. Aelin’s experience said it was time for her to go. Not that this kind of behavior applies to all men, but it does to most of them—especially the hot and chronically single ones, like Dr. Whitethorn.

Aelin unlocked her office—not quite, but it was a space for herself of sorts. The room was spacious and almost as well-lit as an OR, but it felt cramped from the amount of broken and old machines waiting for her to repair, along with a few lost causes the hospital had yet to discard. Rowan followed her inside, so she leaned against a broken anesthesia machine with crossed arms and said, “I have work to do. Are you explaining what happened or not?”

Rowan wrapped both arms around her waist and gave a string of pecks on her neck.

“Can’t we just forget about it?”

“No!” She immediately unwrapped herself from him. “You’re not touching me until you explain why the fuck you’re acting so weird!”

Rowan immediately took a step back, both hands up in surrender. Good to know. From what she’s heard, not all doctors in this hospital would.

“You’re serious?”

Aelin crossed her arms again and nodded.

A sigh. “I’m not lying to you. I really don’t like the apartments we’ve visited. I care about you and Fleetfoot, going from my place to that would be a huge downgrade.”

Aelin threw her head back and laughed. Loudly. His confused expression made her want to explain things, but the hilariously of this took all the breath from her lungs.

“Rowan, I won’t be able to afford a place like yours at all within the next 10 years.”

“That’s why you should stay with me. At least for now.”

That took the amusement out of her face. Aelin’s thoughts were blank as she examined his apprehensive pine green eyes. There was only one chair because no one ever visited her down there, so she sat while Rowan leaned on a machine near her.

“You’re serious? Like, roommates till a better rent do us part?”

Rowan tilted his head, waiting for her answer—confirmation enough for a quiet guy like him. Still, things weren’t looking good. She probably could afford half the cost of his place, but if she paid for all that, she would barely be able to afford food.

She finally answered, “The only way I can afford my part of the rent is if it’s split based on income.”

Rowan bit his bottom lip in a poor-piss attempt to not laugh, which earned him a slap on the bicep.

“Aelin, I don’t pay rent myself. I won’t ask that of you.”

He was offering her a home for free?

Aelin never doubted she was a good lay, but holy rutting Mala.

But this was too good to be true. “What about house chores?”

“Not your concern. Just look after yourself and Fleetfoot.”

Aelin got up from her chair, rounding Rowan with her eyes narrowed at him. This was too unreal. He had to have an ulterior motive.

“No sexual clauses?”

“Not at my request.” His eyes darkened and he added with a suggestive tone, “But I can be very compliant if you add one.”

A beep interrupted their conversation—she was needed her in the ER.

Knowing what the sound meant, Rowan raised both brows in question. What do you say?

“I still don’t know,” she said while putting her lab coat on.

This feels too good, too easy. Aelin would live as a guest in his house, for free, after hooking up for a week and a half. What it he gets bored of her? What happens to her when he regrets it? What if he changes his mind after his daughter finds out and inevitably throws a tantrum?

As if reading her thoughts, Rowan took a step closer, carefully tucked her hair behind her ear, caressed her jaw with his thumb before he murmured, “I just want to see you safe and taken care of, that’s all.”

Aelin closed her eyes, a little overwhelmed. He might be the most thoughtful situationship she’s ever had. She tucked her head on his chest and chuckled, and he pulled her closer, letting her feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he caressed her hair.

Rowan slipped a strand of Aelin’s hair behind her ear, his carefree expression morphed into something else. “Will you at least think about it?”

Aelin tried to plaster a earnest face, but the corners of her lips kept tugging up. “You won’t make this easy for me, will you?”

His eyes widened. “I’m already making this as easy as I can!”

Another call urging her to go to the ER broke them apart.

Aelin took a step back and squeezed his hand. “See you at dinner?”

“See you at dinner.”

It was hard to stop her mind from racing as she took the elevator to the ER. Rowan’s offer got more tempting each time she thought about it and, to be honest, Aelin didn’t want to stop the late-night sex followed by morning cuddles either, even if she knew this wouldn’t be permanent.

It’d be good. She could save some money for her masters while staying with him. Aelin knew her place, so falling in love with Dr. Whitethorn was nothing more than a fleeting thought in her mental ‘cons’ list about living with him.

˜˜

Aelin expected to give him her final answer over dinner like any other person does, but when he texted her saying he’d be late because he was needed on a late surgery, the idea she had was too good to pass on.

The sound of his car pulling up made her put her phone down and run to the kitchen, wearing nothing but his favorite apron.

Aelin sat on the dinner table between two trays: one with freshly-cut fruit—strawberries, mango, banana, cherries—and another with little bowls of more liquid stuff, such as honey and chocolate sauce.

The thud of the front door being shut. Slow footsteps. Her heartbeat being the loudest of them all.

“Baby…” Rowan carefully stepped into the kitchen, still with his scrubs on, bewildered eyes aflame as he studied her mostly naked body. “What’re you doing?”

“Accepting your offer.” Aelin crossed her legs and tilted her head in a saucy, near predatory manner while still keeping an innocent tone when she explained, “You said you want me to stay. I thought I’d earn my keep.”

“You know you don’t have to—“

Rowan cut himself off when Aelin slid just the top of his apron off her body, exposing her breasts.

He cleared his throat and corrected, “How so?”

Aelin gave him a sly grin, a little brownie point for playing along.

“Dinner.”

She thrust her chest out and suggestively dipped her middle finger in the bowl with the honey, eyes trained on him as she slid it from her upper chest to her shoulder.

And waited until Rowan’s brain restarted so he could lick it off.

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[claiestve]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 ꨄ Zaros

˜”* ❝𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱɪᴅᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“Zaros!” You called out to your ‘rival’ with a joyful spirit. He decided to have a get-together after the trials. Being this happy to see him after you won the throne was strange. If it were a few months ago, you’d be terrified and not looking forward to seeing him. However, your relationship has changed since then. He was less of a rival and more of a friend. 

He swore he was happy for you and as much as you believed him, you couldn’t erase the past. You knew that he'd be bitter if this had happened before you decided to work on your relationship. 

But it wasn’t time to think about that. You were ready to have the good time you were promised without stress. 

“How do I greet you now? ‘Your Majesty’ or ‘Your Highness’?” He teased. 

“Those sound stupid, Zaros. Especially coming from you.”

“I see you haven’t changed, even with your new status.” 

Zaros positioned your arm into his, linking them together. 

“I brought you here because I have some things I want to address to you. Before that though,” He guided you to the garden which had a new addition to it, “I set this spot up for us. I thought you’d like it.”

“It’s beautiful, Zar– Is that for me?”

Your eyes lit up seeing a flower crown made for you. It was made of your favorite flowers. Zaros knew all of your favorite flowers and why. He used to tell you that they fit your personality well but you never understood what that meant. However, seeing them all together and designed for you, you get it now. 

“Zaros! You made me a flower crown?” You unlinked your arms and faced him with heart-eyes. 

He picked up the flower crown and placed it on your head, “It matches the one I have on.”

“Is that–?” You stopped. 

The flower crown that was on his head was small, a bit too small for him now. Could it be? You didn’t know he would keep it, especially for this long. 

“It’s the one you made me.” He smiled.

“From years ago. Zaros, this is adorable.”

“I still remember when you made me this. It quickly became one of my prized possessions, you know?”

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

“Why do I have to close my eyes?”

“Because I have a surprise for you!”

“Ah,” Zaros tried to reach his hand out to find you,” I don’t like surprises.”

You shooed his hand away and placed something on his head. 

“Okay, open!”

He opened his eyes and reached for the top of his head. 

“What is this? Did you make this yourself?”

“Yeah? It’s a crown– a flower crown. I made it for you.”

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

“I always wondered where you found the time to make that for me. We were really busy at the time.”

You reminisced in the past, holding both of your flower crowns together. You haven’t thought about that day since it came. How could you? It was so long ago and you were normally too occupied to think about the past. 

“But um,” He picked his flow back up, “That’s not why we’re here.”

“Right. You said you needed to tell me something?”

“Yeah… let’s sit down.”

Before you could let the sweet, nostalgic moment go, it was already taken over by a new uneasy atmosphere. 

“I recognize how we’ve become closer over time. The trials helped with that and now that they’re over, we won’t spend as much time together.”

“Is that what this is about? Zaros, we don’t have to drift apart–”

“That’s not exactly what I’m worried about. I’m worried that if I wait, it’ll be too late. I know what I feel and I’ve felt this way around when we first met. The feeling only grew stronger with time and even for the 8 years we didn’t speak, I still felt it.”

“Felt what?”

He looked around, trying to find something to focus on other than your gaze. 

“Love. I’ve fallen in love with you. I couldn’t go on much longer hiding this truth from you. It felt dishonest and that’s the last thing I want to be.”

“You’re… Zaros, you’re in love with me?”

He nodded, still not looking at you. He didn’t want to see your pitiful expression because he knew it was there. 

“Zaros,” You started, “I’m so sorry. I don’t feel what you feel for me. I didn’t know you felt that way and I wish I would’ve seen it.”

“It’s not your fault…”

Zaros’ voice had a different tone. Now, it was accompanied by the sounds of him holding back tears. You could hear and see him fighting back the faucet in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Zaros!”

You tried to keep him from leaving but he was gone. So much for building your relationship.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

okokokoko i'll stop making earis such a cutie

ALSO OMG I FOUND THE ALEX FIC SO I CAN POST PART 3 (the last partttt) LIKE IN 2 DAYS SO HANG IN THERE YALLL

so basically this fic, alex fic in 2 days, n sometime after kayson fic!

[klxudykai]

shifttok is indeed funny asf.

i haven’t been on there in years and i somehow started getting videos abt it on my fyp. and in this one video this girl was questioning if it was really real or not. a lot of ppl in the comments were saying stuff like “it’s just lucid dreaming” and whatever other excuse they pulled out of their asses.

i decided to leave a comment which i believe i mentioned quantum jumping in?? i’m not sure cause it happened like three weeks ago or something so i don’t remember fully but anyways

this person replied and said that i was delulu 💀 i wasn’t necessarily affected by it because hey, you got your own beliefs and i got mine 🤷🏾‍♀️ (it’s 1:11 as im typing this!!)

and i told them that they can’t argue with me without doing research. that just ended up them continuing to insult me and call me delulu (might’ve also said that im going through psychosis???)

they eventually stopped replying once i mentioned that calling me delulu is unnecessary and doesn’t help their case or prove their point.

now we all know shifttok is the side of the media that demotivates us the most right? honestly it doesn’t last long. dont get me wrong there are times where i wonder if i am delusional because im literally shifting for a fictional character and i have to pause and ask myself what im doing with my life 💀💀

but i don’t let the thoughts or opinions get to me fully because like i said earlier, i know what i believe in and what i don’t believe in so no one’s opinion should harm me or stop me from accomplishing anything.

what i’m saying is don’t let shifttok or anti shifters get to you. it’s easier said than done but you have to think from a logical standpoint. if they ACTUALLY did their research, they would know it’s real and wouldn’t be talking out of their asses like that. and they were probably shifters once too but didn’t shift instantly like they expected 🤷🏾‍♀️ overall they’re a bunch of negative nancy’s that want to stay small minded.

people forget that this is a JOURNEY. its not just about getting closer to your dr. it’s also about discovering new shit about yourself and becoming more emotionally and spiritually aware. literally 6 years ago i had no idea that i found negativity as a friend which is why i had a hard time succeeding (i’ll possibly make a blog on what im talking abt with that)

shifting takes energy and patience. if you can’t handle that then maybe it isn’t for you. but i promise you, throughout your journey you’ll eventually block out negativity and doubts which will result in you being able to think clearly.

i hope yall understand what i’m getting at cause im not the best explainer and i just kinda type out whatever words is coming to my mind first 💀💀

[betterthana-six]

| MUSIC TO MY EARS - [ABBY ANDERSON] - CHAPTER ONE |

PAIRINGS: stoic!rugby player abby x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you and your new(ish) roommate, Abby Anderson, have gotten into an argument. about what? unclear at the moment. but it's got Abby in a fit of shame. until late one night she hears you outside with someone whose voice she doesn't recognize and listens in.

WARNINGS: this is my first story ive ever published here. please be kind! i am fragile lol. this is definitely a slow burn, but lots of pining, yearning, and, yes, smut to come. TRUST. so, mdni. there are a lot of flashbacks between now and when they met so we get the full story eventually. this is more of a light hearted story but it does deal with coming to terms with sexuality (and who best to help you along that journey but rugby playing and stoic Abby Anderson?). anyways, i hope that the five people who might read this like it. I've proofread but, like, nobody's perfect. if people like this and want it as a series, ill make a more personalized playlist for it.

Music To My Ears: Chapter 1

Abby is in your dorm room stretched out in bed with a book in her hands when she hears voices coming from outside. She watches the shadows dance in the light that stretched under the door and into the room. It’s late. Abby hasn’t seen you all day. 

She tries to go back to reading, but her eyes glaze over the words almost immediately. Someone is leaning on the door, off and on making the hinge jingle in a way that is most times ignorable. Drunk students came through all the time, lingering in the hallways and leaning on the doors. But it isn’t ignorable now, not for Abby. 

The voices are muffled. They sound like they’re… giggling. One giggle is definitely yours. Abby could spot it from a mile away. The other’s is unfamiliar. Abby’s been reading the same passage over and over again and doesn’t even realize it.

It goes quiet outside and this time Abby closes the book, suddenly over-aware of her surroundings. She looks up at the reading light hanging from the headboard and instinctively switches it off. But she doesn’t want it to look like she turned it off because of them? She turns it on again without thinking and turns it off again, quickly entertaining the idea of faking sleep and listening in. With her hand on the switch Abby stops, realizing that they might start noticing the light going on and off and think she’s trying to signal something. She shakes her head at herself with embarrassment. She covers her face with both her hands. So stupid… she says under her breath. 

It’s been quiet for so long out there. But the shadows are still there. Abby lays down in bed and forfeits to her desire to eavesdrop. As icky as it makes her feel.

Your voice comes through finally. 

“What?” You ask, innocently.

“Don’t look at me like that.” An unfamiliar voice chimes in. It’s a woman’s voice. Abby couldn’t tell if she was feigning some sort of annoyance with you or if it was genuine.

“Like what?” 

A silence passes.

You sigh loudly. “Well, what’d you think of what I sent you? That wasn’t a cheap effort, you know. Full body mirror in the ladies’ locker room. Not too shabby.”

“You have to stop…” The other voice says, with a playful twinge that makes Abby’s curiosity perk up like dog ears. 

“Stop what? I can’t send you photos?” Your voice tells Abby you were in some daze, in the same way she could sometimes hear singers smile through their lyrics. Just thinking about you out there in the hall hanging onto the door and onto each of her words, shining your big green eyes at her. It sends a shiver down Abby’s spine.

“Not anymore,” the stranger says casually. “It was really good seeing you tonight but I have a boyfriend, remember? And I’ve told him about…us. High school. He knows… is the thing. He thinks I’m studying for midterms right now.” 

You laugh at that. In a sweet way, though. “Right,” you say and you sigh, seemingly unaffected by the reminder. “Jeremy?”

“Jeremiah,” the woman corrects.

“God, that’s even worse than I remember.” 

Abby snorts, basically smashing her lips shut with her hand, and then rages at herself silently in the dark for fear they may have heard her.

 “Did you… even look at them?” you ask. God, are you drunk? Abby has now given up on the book entirely, laying up on one elbow to stare at the door, imagining the conversation visually. 

A laugh from the woman. Mumbling now, feigning sheepishness, “Yeah.”

“And?”

“And…I think…about them, about you. Of course.” Abby’s hands are clasped together, tightening around one another at this.

“Yeah…?” you draw out the stranger’s words seductively with your own. Abby imagines you in the long, maroon dress you typically wear for special occasions. Was this a special occasion? She nearly has the impulse to check your closet just to be sure, but that’s crazy and much more invasive that what she was already doing. Her knuckles are turning white.

“And I think in another universe, maybe. Not this one. I can’t. You know why,” the stranger says sheepishly. “You’re so sweet.” And, in Abby’s imagination, there’s a dainty, gloved hand reaching out to caress your face condescendingly. The illusion entrances her to near paralysis.

A long pause from you. Abby listens hard, completely unable to stop herself from paying close attention now. In the near silence, Abby could sense your breath faltering through the door. Despite how the two of you left things, she didn’t want to see you hurting like that. Say something… Abby thinks.

When Abby hears you speak again, the sweetness in your voice has vanished. She nearly doesn’t recognize the sound. 

“Fuck…” There’s a lump in your throat, Abby could tell just from your voice when you were smiling and, just as easily, she could hear when you were about to burst into tears. “Why… why did you invite me out tonight then?” 

No answer.

“You have a boyfriend…” you continue in a matter-of-factly tone, raising your voice a bit, to Abby’s surprise. “Jeremy…yeah, so you’ve explained. Great guy, great future. So, you have the boyfriend, the good job lined up, you’re almost done with college. Man, you’re doing fucking great.” Abby’s mouth was left agape, her heart cheering with unwarranted pride for you, urging you on to read this stranger to filth. “Why start texting me again?” You ask.

“You’re here,” the woman clarifies indignantly, like it should be obvious. “I wanted to see you. I didn’t know you transf-”

 “That’s not what I’m ask- why’d you ask me out tonight?” You cut her off. “Purely to fuck with me?”

“No…”

“No, what? I’m just- I’ve always just been here at your disposal. Ever since we were teens. Chasing my tail around like a dumb dog, waiting for her master to one day be unashamed to be seen with me.” Abby’s hand travels to her mouth now in delight. She’s smirking like a clown, fully impressed with you. But, you were in tears at this point. Abby knew by now that, only drunk, would you show your tears like that. “Abby was right,” you mutter. Abby almost didn’t hear you.

“I’m gonna go,” the woman said. “It was good seeing you tonight.” It sounded like more of a question than a genuine statement. And then the sound of footsteps, a shadow moving away and then out of sight.

“Yeah. Go, for fuck’s…” You say messily. You were definitely not sober. And then Abby hears your body thud against the door one last time and senses you sliding down to the floor. She hears the tears. Abby instinctively began to get up, feeling the need to see you, talk to you, hold you. 

But she stopped herself. You wouldn’t even talk to her a few hours ago, why would you want her comfort now?

***

At that point in time, you and Abby were seasoned roommates. Well, not seasoned. You guys were in that awkward in-between stage of knowing each other where you’d half-memorized each other's schedules but there wasn’t any synchronicity to your dynamic yet. Changing clothes in the same room was still very touch-and-go.

However, when you first met there was immediate tension. It was winter then, and transferring colleges midway through sophomore year meant knowing absolutely no one. At least, you thought, you would have a roommate. But, when you first met, Abby was so much… harder. And, she was stoic and casual in a way that threw you off entirely.

“Are you looking through my shit?”

“No!” You said stiffly, whipping your head around to catch sight of the figure in the door. But, there you were. You stood fixed on her side of the room, where you just had your eyes deeply focused on the engraved rugby medals hanging on the shelf, her shelf. You were caught red handed and the lie came out of your mouth readily and in a panic. Abby was already smirking. 

“Yes,” you corrected yourself. “Sorry. I don’t know why I lied. But I’m just looking. I’m not going through it, per say, I promise.” 

Abby laughed and rolled her eyes. “Calm down. It’s fine.”

You smile and take five awkward steps over to your side where your bed was just a bare, blue mattress and your luggage rested waiting to be unpacked. It was a stark comparison between our sides of the room even still. Her bed was military neat, with perfectly tucked in covers and a single pillow centered at the head. The medals were all lined up but in a way that didn’t look too showy. Some polaroids were tucked into the creases between her window and the sill. Your suitcases were patterned and scuffed badly on the corners. Littered across them all were stickers you had found from anywhere you could find them. Your clothes made you look avant garde compared to Abby and you had a sudden knot in your stomach that told you to feel self-conscious. 

“They didn’t tell you who was moving in here, did they?” you asked.

“Ah. Typical administration shit. I didn’t even know someone was moving in today,” she explained, throwing her gym bag down onto her bed and then turning to you with an open hand to shake. “Abby.”

You shook her hand, returning her name with yours. You noticed the way Abby looked deeply into your eyes for a long second, to long for a first introduction. And the way she smirked at you while she did it confounded you; it was the same way someone held out their hand to a stray cat. To be fair, that was an accurate analogy. You were clad in winter jackets with a flushed face whereas she was radiating heat, skin almost steaming under her gym clothes. Her hands were rugged, you noticed.

“Well,” Abby said, turning to her bed and unzipping her gym bag. “I’ve been told I’m a good roommate. By no one actually. You’re the first roommate I’ve had since freshman year. Uh…I keep to myself. I need quiet most nights because I get up early, so no boyfriends over on weekdays.”

You nodded along when she turned to you and sat on the edge of her bed wearing a slight grimace at that last idea. “But if you do, do me a favor and just text me beforehand. Don’t want to be walking in on any man butt.” You laughed a bit loudly at that. You just shook your head.

“No. That won’t be a problem,” you said. Abby caught your eye suspiciously and cracked a small and crooked smile.

“Okay,” Abby said. She turned back around, grabbed a towel from her drawers, and threw it on the bed. Then, she casually lifted her sweaty wife beater up over her head and it’s only then that you look at Abby long enough to notice her size and shape. She was severe, and you’d been so caught up in meeting her, you didn’t necessarily take in her physical appearance. But now that she faced away you could see the sheer definition of her body, starting at the dimples on her lower back trailing up to her massive shoulders. All of it glistening with a polished coat of sweat.  And the rest… it would take a few more interactions to even comprehend all of her.

She must have sensed the eyes on her back because she turned around. You looked away quickly, trying busy yourself with the things around you, but there was nothing. 

“Sorry,” your cheeks flushed red. But Abby was full frontal, positioned now with her messy hair unbraided, sprawled around her shoulders, grinning at you. She paused for a moment, maintaining eye contact, with only a towel around her waist.

But then she just shrugged, grabbed her toiletries, and said, “Later.”

You watched her leave. Watched her with wide eyes as she opened the door with one hand and used the other one to lazily cover her chest as she headed towards the showers. You even heard her say “sup” to someone on her way.

Alone, you felt the rush of the moment channel directly to your stomach and burst like flames across your face. 

***

That was just the beginning. Abby thinks of it now.

Now, face up on her bed, contemplating her next move, Abby recalls you as you were. She was immediately taken with you, that first day. Your wide eyes and timidity around her. Abby's own stupid, casual arrogance. Obviously, as Abby quickly learned later, that first impression of you was not at all fully representative of the truth. 

Maybe if she had stopped then, stopped the teasing, stopped what she intended to be light, meaningless flirting, Abby wouldn’t be hesitating to open the door. Perhaps she would be opening the door to find you in tears, take your face in her hands and tell you everything she’d been aching to say for three months now.

Abby gets up off her bed and walks to the door. She squeezes the handle, takes a breath, and then turns it slowly.

[tulip-room]

•.¸♡ Sweet Treats♡¸.•

A/N: Hello!!! So I’m branching out a little bit and writing for some more fandoms! This is going to be a collection of oneshots that are purely selfish because I’m about to go to pastry school and want more content for Baker! Readers. That being said I hope you enjoy this little thing <3 the taglist for all of these are open currently so reply in the comments of this post for which ones you want to be tagged for <3 I’ll stop yapping now and list the stories <333

Haikyu!!

Straw”Berry” happy to see you -> Osamu orders a cake for Suna’s birthday and when he goes to pick it up falls head over heels for the cute owner so he becomes a regular. (Osamu x reader)

Whisk You Away -> Ushijima swears by your sweets so when Tendo visits he of course has to try one. He wasn’t expecting the owner to be so cute and makes it his mission to “Whisk you away” on a date. (Tendo x reader)

Slice of Your Heart -> Atsumu really does try to follow his diet but how can he when the bakery owner who lives next door is so irresistible? (Atsumu x reader)

Cavity -> Oikawa thinks you’re too sweet and will give him a cavity (Oikawa x reader)

Heart Shaped Cookies -> You make the best healthy cookies and when delivering them to the team Ushijima is surprised to see…only his are heart shaped? (Ushijima x reader)

Cheat Days -> Sakusa never thought of himself as one to use chest days. It’s better to keep up a consistent schedule after all. His partner is a baker though so he of course has to try your sweets. (Sakusa x reader)

Blueberry milk cookies? -> Although sweet treats don’t usually catch his eye when Kageyama learns that one might be inspired by him he has to try one for himself. (Kageyama x reader)

Excuses -> Suna’s little sister loves your sweet treats. That’s definitely why he’s in there so often (Suna x reader)

JJK

Crusts -> Nanami never thought much about the crusts on sandwiches until you start making them for him and you never leave them on. (Nanami x reader)

Warm -> Gojo isn’t sure how you always smell like fresh baked cookies (Gojo x reader)

Sweet Tooth -> Megumi didn’t know he had a sweet tooth until he tasted your kisses (Megumi x reader)

Sugar Sweet -> You and Geto make some sweet treats with the girls and start a food fight which ends in a bath and many sugary kisses (Geto x reader)

Written in Icing -> Inumaki gets a little insecure that he can’t communicate the same way everyone else can. So, he writes his feelings in icing on a cake to confess to his crush. (Inumaki x reader)

Blue Lock

Citrus -> You make a new dessert and Rin taste tests it (Rin x reader)

Cupcake -> Bachira helps you make cupcakes and shenanigans ensue (Bachira x reader)

Some of these characters I’ve never written for so I’m sorry if they’re a little ooc! These are Works In Progress currently! This is just a list to see who all wants to see it and to help me keep myself organized!!! If you want to check out any of my other works though feel free to do so! My asks are also open if you want to request anything ^-^

masterlist

[gaydexvocaloid]

my art summary of this year ^_^ i hope to improve even more next year!!!

[tiredyke]

i honestly feel like the cis vs. trans debate depends on how we’re defining the terms. “trans” as in “no association with your agab whatsoever”? probably excludes a good sum of trans people. “cis” as in “only expresses their gender through stereotypical presentation and/or never experiments with the concept of gender”? probably excludes a good chunk of cis people. but this doesn’t necessarily conflict with or negate the cultural significance of being cisgender or transgender and labeling those experiences as such. cis and trans people obviously receive very different treatments and privileges, so it’s less about strictly defining what it means to be cis or trans and more about how these terms (as broad groupings) help us understand and identify where we stand. they’re communication devices first and foremost, not diagnoses. i hope that makes sense

[lionblaze03-2]

sometimes I think about writing and singing music not because I’m an incredible singer but because no one has my fucking voice, especially in popular music, and its disheartening to be born a girl, told you’ll only get girl roles or try to voice match other girls, or ‘sing with the girls’ and then only be able to match male voices because you’re a fuckin tenor and not anything higher. I can’t think of any girl Broadway roles I can hit all the notes on. Most songs I love I have to pitch down for myself or use falsetto for singing along to. It bothers me a lot less now because I’m an adult who’s more secure in myself but as a teen in kids musical theatre it FUCKED with me, BAD style. And I know for a fact that even now when I hear people with a voice like mine singing I get excited and immediately invested in their work because they’re like ME, finally, for once. A brother in this world of being afab and having the voice of a recently pubescent boy forever. Maybe I should be that brother too.

[formulapisces]

shamelessly vagueing here and this sounds harsh but jesus some people really need to start realising not everything is about them.

not in a stuck up, the world revolves around me, arrogant way. but in a they’re not laughing about you, they’re not gossiping about you, you’re just insecure, reading into every little thing, hurt and need help type of way.

[peapod20001]

I actually do have very complex thoughts about many different things, it’s just a bit challenging to connect the inner voice to the outer voice sometimes </3

[teruthecreator]

trying so hard to be normal but i really don’t think i could survive going to the psych ward and i’m rlly like. bothered my siblings are pushing it so hard