#i don’t wanna tag all the brothers I feel bad >3>

[aerinaga]

ocean eyes pt. 1

paige bueckers x reader series

synopsis: your family tagging you along as chauffeurs with the divisions of the uconn basketball team won’t be that bad right? having to be stuck in disturbing (yet so tempting) tension with a blondie from the wbb team won’t make this 3-day trip go downhill…maybe?

warnings: none

your younger brother, nathan, is part of the uconn basketball team. he’s a sophomore at uconn, and he’s been doing great there. he tags you along during their games, even on their little parties, even with the uconn wbb team.

the women’s division in basketball is way more popular than what you thought. in fact, it’s way more popular than the mens team. you always laugh at the thought that the women’s team get way more girls than they do.

as the year is ending and summer is starting, all coaches in the basketball field have decided to go on a trip. this is gonna be the biggest trip ever, knowing that both men and womens division will be there.

your parents volunteered to chauffeur an extra vehicle. but being the independent you, you decided to take your own car too. you offered to be a chauffeur as well. you got caught up on your nerves since you would be meeting new people, but who knows? you might end up making good friends with the girls.

PRESENT TIME

it was 6am, everyone was gathered at uconn. cars were ready, luggages were everywhere, girls, and guys everywhere. your mind was still foggy, not being used to this early morning.

the coaches and parents were assigning the seating arrangements for the car rides. as you look at the list, paige bueckers is assigned to your car. her. you saw her often, at your brothers games. the both of you never really talked, only hi’s and heys at each other when your family greeted her.

there was always this tension between the both of you. the tension in where your lips might just crash at each other. besides the point, she is beautiful. you do have a thing for girls here and there, but she makes you so gay.

you can feel her piercing gaze at you. you can’t help but look back, her ocean eyes too beautiful to resist. you open your trunk for her to put your luggage in. kk, azzi, and ice were also joining in your car. you knew them well enough, excited for whats coming in the next days.

paige immediately took shotgun, connecting her phone to the aux because she claims that “she has the best music taste.” well what if she tasted good too?

it’s been 2 hours on the road, all 3 girls at the back were fast asleep. paige was awake, looking at the road ahead of her as the sun rises.

“do you wanna switch? i can drive too, we can pull up to the side.” paige talks to you quietly, not wanting to wake up the people at the back.

“no it’s okay, just keep the aux going. you do have good music taste like what people say.” you chuckle lightly, giving her a small smile as you look at her swiftly.

“i mean, it’s me. i have all kinds of music.” she shrugs her shoulders (🤷‍♀️).

you hum at her as an approval, focusing your attention on the road.

a few moments later, you hear her mumble something.

“what did you say? is there something wrong, p?” you don’t know how you got that nickname, instincts you guess.

“hmm nothing, you look pretty even if i can tell you’re tired. not used to waking up early huh?”

you blush at her comment, trying to keep in your smile.

after 4 hours on the road, the teams arrived at the resort. it was a beach resort, the sand was white, water was clear, the breeze just felt like summer. the coaches booked two villas, one for the men and the other for the women.

you don’t know how you ended up in a room with paige. well…at least the bed is a queen sized bed…? fuck.

you were in the room when paige suddenly walks in. you turn to look back at her, and you see her smirking.

“what? i didn’t choose this arrangement” you huff, feeling teased by paige. paige laughs, putting her luggage down to go closer to you.

she walks closer to you, grabbing you by the waist.

“maybe you just can’t resist me, baby.” she whispers.

“or maybe, YOU can’t resist me, p.” you move your face closer to hers.

the space between the both of you is so little, lips so close to touching each other.

before you could do anything, kk barges in the room.

a/n: HALUUU 😙 send me in messages and tell me how you like it! send requests too.

[maskyartist]

I haven't been able to stop thinking about Clay getting stuck in his own head and thinking he's just hallucinating his brothers and Viva when they come to save him. I could see him even cowering away from them when he is finally freed from his prison, because he's so, so convinced that if he tries to touch one of them, his hand will pass through them like a ghost and he'll be thrown back into the reality of still being trapped and dying all alone in that bottle again.

SORRY I HAD TO POST THIS WITH SOMETHIN ALONGSIDE IT SO HERE HAVE BITTERSWEET-

“♫ Just let me take you to a~ ♫”

“♫ Better place~ ♫”

With one, final, harmonized note, the Diamond containers are filled with one final, bright light before they shatter, leaving each brother freed of their cages. Including the one trapped inside for months, who slowly makes his way to the floor.

Clay is transparent, white and cold, his body drained of talent as he hits the ground. Quickly, he’s surrounded by his brothers, panicked and frantic, and Viva, who holds his face with wide, teary eyes.

“Mr. Clay! I did it! I found your brothers, we can bring you home!” She cries, squeezing his cold cheeks before slipping her hands to one of his paws. “Please! Wake up!”

“Please, Clay…” Floyd pleads, attached to his left side next to Bruce, teary eyed and trying desperately not to let them spill. “I haven’t even gotten to hear you say hello…”

“You know you’re stronger then this, Clay, we all know you are.” Bruce mutters, a quiet anguish on his face.

“I-I built the bunker, Clay! Remember? The doodles?” Branch admits in desperation, reaching for his brother’s side with tears of his own barely held back. “There’s a reading corner, just for you. Plenty of books…”

John Dory has his spot next to Branch, taking his brother’s face in his hands, brows furrowed and mouth wobbly. “Clay…Clay, I’m so sorry. I forced you to be someone you weren’t for so long…” He whispers, gently running a thumb across his brother’s fuzzy cheek. “Please… You have to wake up. I need to make this right. You’re my little brother…I love you…”

And yet, all they’re met with…is silence.

Soul crushing, heart breaking-

“Mm…when’d you get sappy…John Dory?”

“CLAY?!”

“MR. CLAY!”

“You’re okay…! HE’S OKAY!”

As the brothers rush for their missing link, as Viva holds tight to Clay’s empty paw, as Poppy stands next to her boyfriend with tears of her own and a smile on her face, Clay blearily blinks away sleep and exhaustion as he stares up at the blurry faces of his brothers, his Queen…

A hiccup escapes him, before shaky arms cover his eyes. He can’t hear the joyous, slightly worried sounds of his name. Reassurance that they’re here, that his family is here again, that he wont be alone anymore.

If this is another dream, then please…

Please don’t wake him up ever again.

[slut4msby]

first kiss. miya osamu x reader

+ tags & warnings; not proofread & v rushed </3 also like quiet a lot of swearing (mainly just the use of the word 'shit')

+ a/n; day 6/7!! one more day to go before i go take a LONGGGG nap (i wish :<) but yeah this isn't the best written but here u go bc im on my osamu shit atm <3

“So you’re seriously telling me, THE Miya Osamu has never kissed anyone?” You teased the now embarrassed dark harder boy. “Like THE Miya Osamu, like brother to like the schools biggest flirt Miya Atsumu? What’s next your brother hasn’t either? I always knew the Miya twins were FULL of surprises but this, THIS is new.”

“Ew, I don’t wanna know who my brother is kissing and shit.” He said defensively.

“Why?” You questioned.

“Whaddya mean why? Because it’s weird he is like my brother I don’t wanna know what girls he’s snogging and sh-”

“No, I mean like why haven’t ya kissed anyone ‘Samu?” You cut his ramble off, “like I’m sure there's plenty of girls willing to, you have just as many fangirls as Atsumu, just his are louder and more annoying. And apart from that there’s no denying you're an attractive man. I mean you take care of yourself as well.”

“I-I don’t know, Y/N. What I do know is I don’t wanna kiss some fangirl or some shit, I want it to be with someone I care about I guess.”

“Awww 'Samu, that's so cute.” You gushed at his response.

“Shut it, Y/N.” 

As the conversation comes to halt the school bell rings, ending your first break of the day. “I’ll see ya later, ‘Samu. You smile walking down the hall to your class. You sit in your seat next to Osamu’s twin brother, Atsumu.

“Hey, Y/N-chan~” He says as you sit down.

“Hey ‘Tsumu? Ya know ‘Samu has never kissed anyone, like isn’t that just kinda bizarre. Like he’s funny, a good cook, handsome, good at sport ya know what more could a girl want? Like I know he’s seen women and shit but I dunno it’s just weird, I kinda feel bad.” You say towards Atsumu.

“If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him or something? I’m sure that’d shut him up. Ya both never shut up about each other, it’s kinda annoying.” 

“He talks about me?!” You say with a pink stain spreading across your face.

“Did ya hear what Y/N-chan said earlier, did you see Y/N-chan today, I think I’m gonna bring Y/N-chan some food tomorrow, Y/N-chan this, Y/N- chan that and every time I tell him to shut his trap.” Atsumu sighed, placing his head in his hands, “and yer not any better Y/N.”

“I don’t talk about him that much.” You say crossing your arms, frowning at Atsumu. Atsumu just rolled his eyes in response. Not long after your teacher began teaching her lesson, you couldn’t stop thinking about the twins' words. “If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him”  “to be with someone I care about I guess” “Ya both never shut up about each other”. There was certainly no denying your attraction to the silver haired twin. But in your years of knowing him, neither of you showed any romantic interest in each other. You had both seen a range of people, every breakup the same. Ending with one comforting the other, “they were such a dick anyway” or “I never really liked them to begin with.”

As the school day concluded, you decided to watch the volleyball teams practice. A common occurrence at this point.

“Oh hey, Y/N.” Suna said as he entered the gym, Osamu behind him. Osamu looked up to give you a smile, which you returned. No hey or hug like you were used to. There was something different about Osamu this time.

As you watched the boys practice, you would have some casual conversation with the team. Giggling and smiling, but never Osamu. It was always Osamu, but not since your conversation earlier.

Eventually Osamu was alone for the first time the whole practice, so you decided to confront him on his weird behaviour. “‘Samu?” You ask softly, his head poking up to look at you, “you’re acting weird, is everything okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, Y/N. Just a little stressed, school and all that,” He mumbled softly before returning back to practise leaving you dumbfounded. 

“You know that’s not the reason right, Y/N?” Suna said from behind you. Causing you to look behind you, giving him a look of curiosity. “Apparently Atsumu sent him a message earlier, I dunno what it was exactly about but it was something about you that’s for sure.” After Suna finished speaking he grabbed his water bottle and walked away.

You couldn’t focus on the last part of their practices, instead you were left wondering from Suna’s words. As practice concluded, you could hear the Miya’s bickering as you began leaving before Osamu called out to you, “Y/N-chan!” You stop in your tracks turning to face the twin jogging towards you, “can we talk for a second, please?”

“Oh sure.”

You and Osamu walked in silence, an awkward silence in drastic contrast to the usual comfortable silence before reaching a private area.

“I uhm- about earlier I’m sorry for like acting weird…” he said fiddling with his fingers, “it’s just ‘Tsumu sent me a stupid text and It’s just like bothering me and-”

“Osamu.” You cut him off, looking at him in the face, “can I kiss you? I know you said you wanted it to be someone you care about-”

Your words were cut off as Osamu placed his hand on your chin, pulling you closer before your lips collided. The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a fusion of unspoken emotions and shared history. As you both pulled away, heat rising on both of your faces. Before Osamu let out a chuckle, “did ‘Tsumu get you too?”

“Mhm. Glad he did though.” You say wrapping your arms around, Osamu. 

“Fucking finally. You owe me some puddin’.” Atsumu said towards Suna, who just rolled his eyes in response.

©slut4msby.

[collapsedglasshouses]

Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 4]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets to their hotel room, she finally finds closure to all the confusing events.

Warnings: MDNI!!, 18+, NSFW, SMUT, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it before you tap it!), fluffy as hell, swearing, let me know if I forgot something

Taglist: @jakekiszkasguitarpick @blackveilomens @kingdomof-omens (congrats you can call yourself 'jazz' first tag team members' lmao)

IF YOU WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST, PLS DM ME OR COMMENT ♡

A/N: Well, well, well… I don’t even know what to say… I couldn’t wait until tomorrow so here you have the next chapter! I let myself get inspired for this chapter. I read The Love Hypothesis again and this one quote out of it will always stick with me. Do you notice which one?

It's been three minutes since Noah left the room. You heart was racing. You didn't even know what to think. Didn't he say he wanted to talk about this when we got home? Was it going to be bad?

Your mind was racing when you stepped closer to Jolly. "I need you to do me a favor-..." - "Not going into our room for the next three hours and at best keep Nick from going to bed so he doesn't hear anything? You're welcome."

You gave Jolly a thankful and apologetic smile before slowly walking away from your group. When you came to a stop in front of your hotel room, you couldn't help but feel like you felt that night you landed under Noah's bed. Does he just wanna have sex now?

You quietly opened the door with your key and stepped into the room. There he was. Sitting on his bed, staring straight ahead seemingly deep in his thoughts. You quickly got out of your high heels before walking towards him. When you sat down next to him, you let out a devoted sigh.

"We should talk about this." He said quietly before swallowing hard. You knew this was going to be hard. Neither Noah nor you were good at talking about serious topics when it came to things between you two. You remembered that often when you annoyed each other, you would just remain silent until there was no longer a problem. So now you just nodded and hoped he would begin to talk.

But nothing happened. You two sat their in silence.

You started to think. You knew you wanted to talk with him but not once you thought about what you actually felt. It wasn't normal for best friends to just randomly hook up after ten years of being nothing but platonic.

You exhaled frustrated. "Fuck... We behave like fucking teenagers, Noah. We're literally grown adults. Why is it so fucking hard to just talk?" You stood up and started pacing around the room.

Noah looked at you. When you noticed it, you came to a stand in front of him. "What is this?" - "Y/N, I have no idea." - "I don't know it either but we need to figure it out before someone gets hurt."

Now he was the one who sighed and than he cradled his head in his hands.

"What the fuck are we doing?" You began to cry out. "What the fuck am I even doing?" With that his head shot back up to look at you. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, Noah..." You swallowed hard, being a lot more sad and frustrated than you originally thought. "You are... a fucking well known rock star. You aren't just the boy anymore who lived down the street that I maybe admired a little too much when you came over to game with my brother." You sighed. "You aren't even the boy anymore who took my virginity because I was panicking about being the last in my friend group... You are a lot more now... You are you and I am me and... I don't even know what I was thinking. You are literally my best friend, Noah."

"So-..." He began. "...you regret what happened between us?" You had a feeling his eyes changed with your statement. They looked emptier.

"No, no, no...Noah." You cried out and looked at him apologetic. "That's not even in the slightest close to reality... That's the problem… I don't regret one second with you. I think, there wasn't one day in the past two weeks that I haven’t thought of you." You explained and ran a hand through your hair. "The thing is... I feel weird. On the one hand you are my best friend. You are Nick's best friend. You are the closest friend I ever had. I think nobody knows as much about me as you do. And I love that. But on the other hand there is this thing between us. Something that I have never felt with anyone before. That scares the shit out of me, Noah."

You felt like you read straight out of your diary and metaphorically you lost a piece of clothing with each sentence you spoke to him.

"Y/N."

"I don't wanna be one of your adventures, Noah."

"Y/N."

"I heard you talking about so many girls that come and left. Either them or you not being serious."

"Y/N."

"I saw you get hurt and I don't wanna be the one to do that to you."

"Y/N"

"I just don't wanna be one of those short funny stories that you tell the boys while drinking beer."

"Y/N, you know that would never happen."

"Why are you so sure of that, Noah? Why would you think this all could work? Why would you think Nick wouldn't hate us being... whatever this is?"

"Because I love you."

Your mouth dropped slightly open while you felt like someone knock all the oxygen out of your lungs. You couldn't breath. He loved you.

Your gaze slightly softens while you looked at the man in front of you. The man who also was the boy who told you he would raise a child with you that wasn't even his when you were just 18. The boy who played every song under the planet on his guitar as long as you would stop crying about this guy who broke your heart in eighth grade. You looked at this man, the man who had nothing but love in his heart for you the whole time you knew him.

You swallowed while taking a hesitant step towards him, not being able to form a sentence. You came to a rest when you stood right between his legs.

"You don't have to say it when you don't feel it but-..." - "Say it again, Noah." You lifted his chin so he had no chance but to look you in the eyes. His hands came up to rest at your hips. "I love you, Y/N... I-... I think i loved you for a long time. I just didn't realize it until those things between us happened."

With that you slightly bent down and pressed you lips to his. All of a sudden you felt like you were going to explode. Nothing ever felt this good. Everything that you worried or thought about just started to make sense. It was so clear in front of you all along. You were madly in love with Noah.

You felt how he fidgeted with the sipper on your dress and when he opened it you let it slip down to the floor. He interrupted the kiss for a second to admire you.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

Everything inside you started to tingle. Maybe it was his words or his tone. Maybe it was the fact he was so vulnerable around you. You just knew there was no way back. You needed Noah.

You instantly kissed him again while you unbuttoned his pants. When those dropped to the floor, you crawled onto his lap while your tongues started to fight for dominance.

"We definitely need to tell Nick." He gasped, out of breath, while you unbuttoned his black shirt. You nodded. "But definitely not now." You joked and made him chuckle before pushing him back onto the mattress. For a second you just admired him under you. How his laugh reached his eyes. How his lips were slightly pink from your kisses. How his hair fell onto his forehead. You didn't find one thing about this man you didn't love.

You leaned down to him and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked you surprised while his hands drew circles on your exposed hips.

"I love you too, Noah." With that his eyes lit up and with a quick movement you found yourself under him.

"God, I missed you." Noah muttered against your mouth, making you smile. You always wanted to be loved like this and didn't realise he was exactly in front of you.

He quickly helped you out of your bra and before you knew you also lost your underwear.

When he kissed you again, you grabbed his face with your hands, noticing how you missed touching him.

"Fuck" he mumbled as he kissed along your collarbone. This alone let you moan a little. Every cell of your boy craved him.

"I'm not letting you go ever again." he almost moaned out while his hand found your core. His fingers found your clit with ease and he began to work you in circles. Your jaw dropped open in surprise at the shock of pleasure it sent down your spine.

You cried out when he suddenly stopped his movements and kissed his way back up to your face.

"Noah, I need you." You moaned when he looked back into your eyes. "I'm right here." He teased and than started to attack your neck. You knew those kisses would leave bruises, making you moan even loader.

"I-... I need you inside of me." You stuttered while your body seemed to tremble in pleasure.

"Oh god, you're gonna be the death of me." He moaned while getting up to get out of his boxers.

You bit your lip as you looked at his naked form. He was so pretty. He climbs back on top of you while you open your legs for him. Never in your entire life did you need anyone as bad as you needed him right now.

So when he teases you with the tip of his cock, you could help but squirm for more. You buckle your hips and Noah laughs quiety.

"So needy and wet for me." You could only hum in agreement.

"Please, Noah." You beg. In this moment you just wanted him to tear you in half.

"God, you look so beautiful." He whispered and let his hand travel over your body one more time.

Finally, he started to sink into you. Your mouth fell open while you felt him stretch you out a bit and then pushing you to your limit. Instantly he let his head fall on your shoulder while moaning in sync with you.

Never in your entire life you heard a more beautiful sound. When he finally buried himself inside of you, he paused to let you adjust.

You couldn't even dare to breath in that moment.

"Is this okay?" He whispered in your ear. "Hmmm. Yes... Keep going."

You could feel his smile against your neck. He pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling out of you, drawing a surprised gasp from you before slowly going back into you. He did that a couple of times while heavy breathing was the only sound filling the air.

"You feel so fucking good." He groaned into your shoulder, causing you to wrap your arms around him and trying to pull him even closer.

You almost got impatient with his gentle touch so you pushed your hips off the bed to give him a hint that he got immediately.

You let out a small yelp when he suddenly thrusted harder into you hitting a certain spot. Your noises than made him go faster while your nails found their way across his back. If he wasn't that tattooed on his back, it would have been clear evidence about what was happening here.

"Harder." You begged him. He slammed into you causing you to moan even louder, but he dipped down and swallowed your sound with a deep kiss.

"You need to be more quiet, love. When we get to your place you can scream as loud as you want." He growls against your lips. Butterflies started to form in your stomach.

"Let me take care of you." He than whispered against you lips, reaching down between you with his other hand, pressing his index finger against you clit. You truly felt like you were about to explode into thin air and allowed yourself to think about what was happening right now.

Noah, your best friend of more than ten years, the man you were madly in love with, was pounding into you while also fingering you like he never did anything else in the entire world. His pace was almost punishing.

All the tension between you. Every time in the dead of the night when you gaslit yourself into believing you didn't think of him while you had your hand between your legs. All let to this.

When he changed the angle, hitting a new spot, you instantly buried your hands in his hair, as you felt your orgasm built. His hand still circling your clit while thrusting into you. "Fuck, Y/N, I need you to cum for me."

With that you were done. You moaned loudly while you reached your high, digging your nails into Noah's back, causing him to moan too.

That's when you felt it. He groaned your name and you felt him twitch inside of you, cum spreading through you.

It was an interesting sensation for you. One that made you squirm under him. He thrusted as deeply as he could for a few more times. The pleasure causing you to sink your teeth into his shoulder, biting down to lower the volume of your screams.

After you both helped each other through your highs, he slowly pulled out of you and looked you in the eyes.

"I'm not gonna drop the cheesy question, asking you to be my girlfriend because I think you know I'll not let you go anytime soon." He says before pecking your lips and than getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up.

"I would love to be your girlfriend, Noah." You answered him after came back and cleaned you up. Noah laughed and than wrapped his arms around your torso to cuddle you tightly.

He lifted his head and pressed his lips to yours. "I would love to be your boyfriend too, Y/N."

When he lay back down on your chest, you started playing with his hair and couldn't help but think about the reality that was just meters away from you.

How the hell would you explain all this to your brother?

READ PART 5 HERE.

[minimallyminnie]

Moonlight Sunrise

Summary: Vincent tells you how much he loves you and how he wants to stay with you.

Tags: Vincent/Gn Reader, mentions of others, hurt/comfort, mentions of bad parenting (Vincent), proposal, fluff, gender neutral reader!, spoilers for Vincent’s route, you traveled back with Vincent back to the mansion after that incident bc I can’t cope with Vin leaving Theo and William sniff sniff…., based off of Twice’s Moonlight Sunrise!!!

Just in case you’d wanna read it @azulashengrottospiano! Thank you for introducing the most greenest and sweetest person I’ve seen in romance games to me. I love my sunflower to bits <3

“I don’t quite understand this feeling yet.”

Vincent doesn’t know why this emotion makes his heart feel warm.

It doesn’t feel like it’s choking him but it’s similar to a warm embrace from his brother.

You gave him this feeling…But yet just like always when he’s with you

Everything he knows just disappears from his head.

“It’s overwhelming but yet if I let go of them, I feel cold. Empty again.”

He let go of you once. Pushed you into your own world.

And to that, Vincent brought you into his arms instead. Close and tight.

This emotion, his raw and unbridled love for you is so powerful and strange to him, but he would rather take it all in pride rather than let you go for a single moment.

Gods. How long has it been since he’s felt this much love from someone besides Theo?

“Their smile, their eyes, their lips, their hands, everything about them feels so…wonderful.”

Ever so gentle, he loves kissing you. It’s addictive and sweet.

With gentle strokes of his brush, he paints your eyes. The most delicate of touches as he tries and fails to portray how dazzling and comforting your eyes are to him. It could never match the real thing.

He loves it when your warm hands cup his face or when they’re intertwined with his. Stroking tears away, just pressing kisses on his face or just watching as his cheeks turn a pretty pink from you just touching him. Vincent loves it.

And lastly, your smile. Oh he could ramble for days and days on end about why he just adores it. Vincent had the honor to see your first genuine smile when you first came to the mansion. And ever since then, he relished in every sweet and warm honey like smile you have given him.

“They’ve given me everything. No matter what. Even…even their blood.”

The first time you bled, Vincent regretted it so so much of how he just…took from you. Drank from your thumb without your consent. Even if you said it was okay later on, he hated himself.

The second time though, he bit his lip and tried to simply bandage your wrist but then you raised it close to his lips. You told him to take and he was shocked but listened. He was so gentle with you.

Even when you had no injury, you offered him your blood any time he was hungry and he was elated to find out that you didn’t mind. You wanted him. You meant the world.

So anytime he’s hungry, instead of suppressing it using blanc, he goes to his amazing lover to be fed. At the end of his feeding, he licks your wound and just smiles dopily at you.

“Despite everything that I am, despite who I am, they love me to the moon and back.”

He gets his bad days sometimes. Where he feels trapped and stuck inside his head. Where he hears the striking sound of a sharp gunshot over and over again.

Days where he won’t come out of his room at all. Not even eating when Sebastian brings him food. Not even when Theo, Arthur, or even when William or Comte come with concern.

You know this. He’s still a living being with emotions. So you bring both of your plates up and just eat inside his room. No words are needed. Just your presence.

If he feels okay enough, he’ll sneak his head out from underneath his blanket and simply lay his head on your lap.

“Because despite everything,”

A certain memory strikes in his head as he remembers having a mental breakdown from being reminded of what his parents told him.

“They choose to look at me with stars and colors swirling in their beautiful eyes.”

You were next to him in seconds. Holding him as you guided him to an alleyway to kiss his tears away and be besides him even after he calmed down. He sniffled in your arms and was about to give an apology before you kissed him and assured him that you’d stay by his side.

“I am forever grateful and honored to have such an amazing significant other like them. I want to stay by their side, to be the one to comfort them as they do me.”

Vincent watched one day as you just bit down on your sobs as he was painting one day. He dropped his paintbrush and immediately kissed your head with ever so gentleness. He’ll listen to you if , or just wait in silence if you don’t want to talk about it in the moment. The blond wiped away your tears as they flowed down, let you laid on his chest as you bursted out in tears.

“Because I love them. I love them. I love them.”

You smile at him as you watched the starry night shine down on his beautiful features and warm ocean eyes. Leaning again the flowered gazebo.

For an entire day, he spent time with you, and you just adored that.

But why was he suddenly saying all of this? You didn’t not like it but what was all of this coming from?

“I want to make a wish. A wish to stay by their side forever until…not until our last breath, I want to stay by their side for eternity. For however long they want me by their side. I don’t even know if they’ll accept but…”

….Wait.

Hang on.

It can’t be.

Could it?

A sudden gust of wind went through the gazebo, blowing petals off their flowers inside. The moonlight shining individually on each velvety piece.

But all you saw was Vincent on his knee holding your hand.

“V-Vincent?”

“I’d like to ask them. To ask you my starlight, to marry me. To please stay by my side through all our hardships. Through everything no matter how light or heavy it is. Regardless of what you answer, I love you.”

Again, you took his breath away and his head over heels as you tackled him with a hug and teary eyes.

He fell for you all over again.

[saintmagx]

I Knew You were Trouble ❤️‍🔥

Part 4

Pairing: Jimmy Uso × reader

AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💕 No specific timeline

❗️❗️Warnings: 18+, swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves)❗️❗️

I’m sooooo sorry this took as long to get out, I kinda took a break but I’m back and so is our boy Jon 🥵 hope this was worth the wait 🫣

Day one - Rome, Italy

One of my favourite things about being a WWE superstar is getting the opportunity to travel the world. Because of my job I’ve been in more places that I could have ever imagined and made memories that will last a lifetime. Today we are in one of my favourite places, Rome.

One of my least favourite things about being a WWE superstar though was definitely the travel and itinerary- I get to a new place and don’t have time to see all the sights. its airport, hotel, gym, meet and greets, arena, match, then on the road again.

Me

hey, wanna sneak out and do something fun before the meet and greet?

Josh

what you have in mind?

Me

authentic Italian ice cream? Pizza? Your treat obviously 🤪

Josh

damn, you really want me to treat you after the way you been disrespecting me 😨

Me

fine 🙄 I’ll ask Jon instead - lil bitch

Josh

WAIT

FINE

Meet me in the lobby in 5.

I wasn’t really going to ask Jon, I mean how could I? This whole trip I have to try and avoid him, however I feel like fate has other plans, I was informed late last night that Jon and Josh would join me in doing press for the tour, doing meet and greets and TV appearances to get everyone hyped up for the shows. As long as we aren’t alone together nothing would happen…….right?

One thing I wanted to tick off my bucket list when visiting Rome was going to the Trevi Fountain. Seeing it there in front of me took my breath away, the beauty it holds, the history and traditions. Ugh to have this on my doorstep every day would be a dream. We had found a small gelato shop near the fountain and decided to find a place to sit near by the fountain.

“Okay, fine I’ll admit it, the gelato was a good idea.”

“Of course it was a good idea Josh, are you doubting me and my choices?”

“You know damn well I don’t trust you.” He says

Acting offended I shift myself further away from him, Josh turns to look at me grinning ear to ear.

“Don’t know what you’re smiling at, you’ve just bumped yourself down the list of what Fatu brother I like more.”

“Well number 2 ain’t so bad.”

“Try 3”

Annoyed he reply’s “3? What you mean 3, who else you know except me and Jon!”

Realising I got him right where I want him “well Joe obviously, I’ve spoke with him a few times and he is such a sweetheart, I think he might actually be my favourite brother.”

He didn’t have a come back, he just sat there eating his gelato like a grumpy little kid. I take a few sneaky pics to send to Trin, captioned “fun with your grumpy ass brother in law.”

Josh reaches into his pocket and places two coins in front of us.

“Let’s go throw these in the fountain then.”

“Wait, how did you know I wanted to do that?”

“Cause believe it or not yn but I listen to you, you are one of my closest friends and I love ya, if there is something you wanna do you damn sure I wanna make it happen. That’s what family does.”

I couldn’t see him, my eyes were filling with tears. Never in my life have i had someone care so much. We fight like cat and dog but underneath it all there is pure love and adoration for each other.

“Okay don’t get all soppy on me” he jests. “Let’s throw our coins and get back before there is a search party.”

Grabbing my hand we walk over to the fountain and throw our coins in tradition states if you throw a coin in you are wishing that one day you will come back to Rome and with every fiber of my being i was hoping that one day i would.

“Thank you” i whisper to Josh.

“Don’t mention it, though I do hope I ain’t last on yo list anymore?”

Laughing I announce “A solid 2 for sure now.”

Another part I love about being a WWE Superstar is getting the opportunity to meet the fans. The WWE universe has the best, most intense fan base in the world.

In the store where the meet and greet was happening, It was a basic set up, a long table, a seat for each of us and a backdrop with our image plastered over it. The queue was already around the block, with a mixture of kids, teens and adults all waiting to meet us.

“I’m really nervous, this is my first international meet and greet - what if no one is here for me.” I start to panic.

Josh looks at me and in his usual joshy manner tries to make it all better “yn we know no one is here for you, and honestly you are killing the mood. Put yo big girl panties on and let’s get this over with huh?”

And just like that the mood has been lifted and he has me laughing.

“I honestly hate you J.”

Jon who had been observing finally breaks his silence. “You can sit between us, that way we can comfort you if it gets too much.” Comfort me……..

A little too eagerly I agree. The first few fans come in and just like that all my nerves and panic washed away and I was in autopilot.

“How you doin now yn? Eased into it okay?” Josh enquires

“I’m fine J, I just let my ner……”

Heat. That was the only thing I could feel. My thigh tingling under his touch, Jon’s touch.

“Yo yn, you good?” Josh looks at me concerned.

“Yep fine, just got a little cramp in my leg, feel like we have been here for hours.” I brush him off, along with moving Jon’s hand off my leg. Think of Trin, think of Trin I repeat in my head.

The last of the fans come and go, it’s been a sweet afternoon watching Jon and Josh interact with everyone, you can see the love and passion they have for this business and the fans. Maybe teaming with them on this European tour won’t be so bad after all.

Backstage WWE LIVE, Rome Italy,

The crowd had been electric all night. There is no major storylines, no characters and no set of rules to follow just purely wrestling. Our match was a mixed tag match, myself and The Uso’s v Indie, Theory and Waller. Going out and having fun with everyone and the crowd is what it’s all about, the passion the fans give in return for the show you put on makes all the travel, injuries and lack of sleep worth it.

After any of my matches I like a debrief, things I could have done better, things I did great etc, it’s how I grow and learn, however fate was having none of that tonight. Walking back to the female dressing room I felt a strong pair of hands grab my arms and pull me into a secluded corner of the arena, from the way my skin was burning at the slightest touch I knew it could only be one man - and I was in trouble.

“Have you been avoiding me all day?”

“Em, earth to Jon? We saw each other at the meet and greet.” I laugh trying to break the tension

“Oh I remember..” Edging closer to me with fire in his eyes he continues “I’ve been thinking about how nice your thigh felt, and wondered what else felt nice.”

Gulp

Think of Trin yn.

Keep it light and funny yn “Plus I was busy with Josh all morning, he took me out for some gelato - I’m a busy woman Jon.”

“Yeah, Josh told me about the gelato. Is there a reason I wasn’t invited?”

His heavy eyes stuck on mine, waiting for my answer.

“Honestly it was a last minute thing, next time I’ll make sure you get an invite.” Trying to leave his hand leans on the wall behind me enclosing us in even closer. His free hand finds its place perfectly on my hip before it starts to lower slowly, like he was trying to memorise how each part of me felt before placing his hand on my butt, grabbing onto it with his powerful grip.

“How bout we skip the gelato and i give you some of my cream.”

Fire, passion, a need for only him. That’s all I felt in that moment. It consumed me. Jon looked at me like I was the only girl on the planet.

After weeks of playing cat and mouse, he caught me. His lips finally found their way onto mine, a low moan slowly released from his mouth, like a weight had been lifted from him, his hands tracing every inch of my body. I didn’t want him, I needed him and in that moment I’m what he needed too.

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[short-black-diamond]

Hiii :)

Hope ur doing okay <3. I wanted to ask if u could make a part 2 of Tokyo revengers member with a hijabi girl but this time they’re married and it’s like a headcanon of how the guys act in public, or if they help her to dress up please ! :) (if u do it, I’m okay with all characters but can u add mitsuya plzzz)

I rlly don’t know if that’s clear bc English isn’t my first language but I hope it is and sorry for the typos !!

Btw hello from France, I love ur headcanons hehee :))

Heyyy, I hope everything is okay over there, France looks like it's burning rn from the news I'm getting. Also yeah I am totally doing this!

Also your english is pretty good so don't worry sweetheart,

Also I did not proofread

Characters : Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Baji, Mitsuya

Tokyo revengers with a muslim wife :D

Part one , part two -> tr with a muslim friend

Ran

This slick mf

this click model lanky ass dude mf

how did you even get to date him? With his fvking braids???

Anyways, back to the now where he has a better haircut-

Since he is what we could say the main leader of Roppongi, he must also have access to many clothing shops

and when I tell you he let his underlings install as many modest shops as possible-

just to go on a walk with you and be like-

"Oh, that is new. Wanna go in and see some dresses or skirts for you?"

again, he is a slick mf

but you somehow love him so i let you vibbeeeee

"Oh, that looks nice- oop, nope, not for me.", you muttered after you checked the price on the tag of a pretty looking dress

but ran just took it and put it on his underarm like a waiter would

you felt bad the whole time

cuz like, everything is so expensive???

but no shit cuz it has qualityyyyy

chile anyways

you got like ten dresses and two abayas you wanted to "just try out"

mind you ran is actually planning to buy the whole store for you

but you are also no better, you are a lil shit as well

when you got to the place where they hung the hijabs, you smirked at him mischieviously

your were trying to hold in your laugh as you tapped him on the shoulder

"He-hey Ran...w-wanna try this out?", and you couldn't do no more than to burst out laughing

ran just smiled at you in fondness while he thought back to the day where you first led him to one of the stores you frequented and he wanted to make you laugh

so he put on a headshawl, but he looked more like a grandma than a modest woman

and you had that exact picture in mind as you were giggling

at least he was your husband now

he pays for everything, he is sweet to you, and you feel comfortable around him, even in public

y'all look like a power couple tbh

he looks rich and you're his precious woman

damn I'm feeling so single now. Thanks for requesting this. It's a great reminder on how I'll never find a rich man like him.

Rindou

shy, still surprised and happy that you decided to marry him

like, you married him? he was bald on both sides of his head in his teen age gírl!

he looks better now-

enough of the bullying, this tsundere man (I still know nothing about these guys) had the same idea as his older brother and so, there were many shops, but under his name. He financed them, and so it was no surprise when he took you out on a shopping spree, only for you to take whatever you want

safe to say he fell in love all over again when he saw you happily strolling ahead and picked some clothes for yourself

he also loves showing you off

like, he's also lucky that you don't mind stepping out in public with him

y'all also look like a power couple

and honestly, he thinks that you look absolutely beautiful, covered in the finest silk and smiling that sweet smile of yours

Sanzu

You were the reason he stopped falling into the abyss of temporary ecstasy, which would lead to his death

He was surprised that you didn't look at him weirdly

and now, he is happy to call himself your husband

he loves touching the different susbances like jersey, silk, or cotton cloth, which you would use to cover your head with

"This one looks nice! Want me to buy it for you?"

Such a sweet man for you

always tells you when there's hair visible, also stands in front of you, looking down on you with a fond smile as you hurriedly fix your hijab

loves holding your hand and swinging it around

Feels much better when you tell him about Islam and stories from the prophets

wants to protect you at all costs because you're just so beautiful and sweet and he wouldn't be able to live alone anymore if something happened to you,

I mean,

you saved him from the drugs and alcohol, he wants to save you form all the bastards outside

Baji

You guys got together because he beated up a few guys who were harrassing you

stares at the men who look at you for longer than 0.0000001 second

like Baji...

please-

anyways

hates it when you wash your stuff and he has to iron them then, because he fears that he'd either not iron it perfectly, or the iron burns your precious and expensive cloths

you always tell him to let you do it yourself, his deadass response is always:

"If I can't iron my wife's clothes then what type of man am I?!?"

We love Baji

Is also in love with your cooking? Or when you go to a restaurant which has your traditional food, he is all in

wants to have kids with you, like in the first month of being married, he was like, "would you like to start a family? I'd love to see my daughters wearing hijabs as well"

Goals

we got him, sisters

You smile, "Let's wait a little"

Like c'mon Baji, let your wife have a calm live, kids can come later

but he still managed to put you into a baby fever

Sends you fucking videos of mothers playing with their daughters

little girls putting on niqabs

little biys praying alongside or behind their father

Baji got taught how to pray by you, your father, or his newly found friends in mosques

he wants to have children so bad, and the fact that Islam is not just a religion but the way of living life, he wants to teach his younglings as well

(How did I think about kids all of a sudden???)

Mitsuya

You better believe that when you ask him to go buy clothes with you, he's only looking for ideal cotton which won't irritate your skin

will make you feel guilty by saying: "don't you trust my skills?"

damn another gaslighter, but in a healthy way

I mean, sure, buying cotton itself is expensive, but at least he knows what fits you spot on and you don't have to look for stuff that you'll only wear once a month

takes lessons on how to make the perfect hijab and dress for you

I've said it once but I'll say it again,

GOALSSS

ok now here again

will have the same idea as baji and ask you if you'd like to have kids

to make them hijabs as well

In his next fashion meeting, he introduces the idea of having his models run the stage with modest clothing, and got accepted

when I tell you their marketing skyrocketed-

You're happy that your husband launches modest clothing for other muslims as well

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Sorry if it got shorter and shorter but that was all I could come up with. And now looking back, I'm confused as to why Ran's is so long, I don't even like him, like wtf?

Anyways, I hope you liked it!

Leave a like or a comment! Reblog if you want to!

Read you in the next post!

[castawavy]

15 oc questions - tag game

I was tagged by @madeofcc (ty for the tag ben!) he answered for his ocs ic so I think I will too, and answer for my new ocs 💟

1) are you named after anyone?

ophelia: ‘I don’t think so! I know that there’s a Shakespeare character called Ophelia but she drowns... so I hope it’s not her- I think my parents just liked the name!’

lyra: ‘oh well... I was named after a star I think?’

ren: ‘my full name is laurent, but I don’t use it much. My mother was french so she picked the name, but she always called me ren’

jude: ‘errr no clue- my parents just named me randomly I guess, my little brother’s called ash’

2) when was the last time you cried?

ophelia: ‘god, all the time. I cried recently watching Mulan.’

lyra: ‘I’ve been keeping it together for awhile now.’

ren: ‘recently. I was opening up to a friend and I ended up crying, I was a little drunk though...’

jude: ‘my dad was in hospital recently and I felt like crying, but I didn’t. I know that’s weird of me, but it’s hard to’

3) do you have kids?

ophelia: ‘ew, no! I don’t even want to think about that...’

lyra: ‘no.’

ren: ‘erm, no. I’m way too young. also I’ve never really considered children, it seems more hassle than it’s worth.’

jude: ‘hah! no. I’d maybe like them one day though... but that’s something for another day.’

4) do you use sarcasm?

ophelia: ‘guilty!’

lyra: ‘not really. I don’t really like that type of humor. ophelia does it to jude alot.’

ren: ‘not especially. I’m more of a fan of self deprecation. I know... it’s not good but it’s how I’ve learned to cope, alright?’

jude: ‘no, it’s cheap.’ 😒

5) whats the first thing you notice about people?

ophelia: ‘their breath! if you have bad breath I notice right away eugh!’

lyra: ‘um. their eyes I guess, like, what colour they are maybe?’

ren: ‘I usually notice their mannerisms, like I always try to guess how someone is feeling based on their body language.

jude: ‘face mostly. I don’t know!’

6) what’s your eye colour?

ophelia: ‘I have brown eyes, like my parents do!’

lyra: ‘I don’t know err, black eyes I guess?’

ren: ‘brown’

jude: ‘brown’

7) scary movies or happy endings?

ophelia: ‘happy endings! I hate sad endings! I was devastated at the ending of The Haunting of Bly Manor- I even like when horror ends happy and I was really rooting for them!’

lyra: ‘scary movies. I love horror, but I don’t watch fims much’.

ren: ‘I’m not really into horror.’

jude: ‘spoookeh! I love a good horror, the more gory the better too, like, I wanna see blood and guts.’

8) any special talents?

ophelia: ‘well there’s my affinity, anything I draw with magic on paper comes to life, i��d say that’s pretty special!’

lyra: ‘what? like my affinity? I can read minds... I’m a psychic, but I don’t know if that’s that special... a lot of people have a psychic affinity.’

ren: ‘I’m really good at painting.’

jude: ‘dude, watch this!’

9) where were you born?

ophelia: ‘los angeles!’

lyra: ‘I don’t really know to be honest... I was abandoned by my mum at a mall so... yeah.’

ren: ‘lyon! but my parents also lived in london for awhile.’

jude: ‘new york. god I miss it...’

10) what are your hobbies?

ophelia: ‘errr I watch a lot of reality tv, I also play simulation games like the sims, stardew valley- those kinds of games’.

lyra: ‘I play a lot of video games. I really like Destiny, but also horror games like Dead by Daylight, and Resident Evil- yeah, I play a lot of games, just look at my steam library instead maybe. Sometimes I stream them, but I don’t use webcam so...’

ren: ‘painting and drawing... I don’t really do much else, but I like this one game I have on my laptop called Mini Motorways- it’s really relaxing’.

jude: ‘watching movies, reading comics, playing guitar... I like a lot of things, and I watch a lot of Youtube as well! I also play basketball.’

11) have you any pets?

ophelia: ‘no... and my mom wouldn’t let me get a snake’

lyra: ‘oh yeah, we have two dogs. a pomeranian named apple and a sausage dog called bean- my dad’s are really bad at naming animals’.

ren: ‘no, but there’s a cat with socks that comes into my garden sometimes.’

jude: ‘we have a cat. she loves me more than she loves my mom-heh’.

12) what sports do you play / have you played?

ophelia: ‘HA. I don’t ‘sport’.

lyra: ‘next question.’

ren: ‘I sometimes play football with my friends. I do it socially, I’m not that interested in sports.’

jude: ‘oh ya, like I said earlier, I play some basketball sometimes!’

13) how tall are you?

ophelia: ‘five foot eight! I’m pretty tall actually.’

lyra: ‘I’m about five three.’

ren: ‘err, five foot ten I think- I haven’t checked in awhile though.’

jude: ‘six one. you can measure me if you like, I’ll prove it.’

14) favourite subject in school?

ophelia: ‘I really like geography and textiles.’

lyra: ‘art is the most relaxing... I hate school to be honest’.

ren: ‘art, but I like history a lot as well.’

jude: ‘errr physics, or maths. I like maths as well.’

15) dream job?

ophelia: ‘I’d like to work in media! working on a tv set would be really fun, or a costume set!’

lyra: ‘if I could earn money playing video games I’d do that. yeah.’

ren: ‘well, I’d like to be an artist but that’s not always realistic. My second choice would be a job that doesn’t cause me any stress, or working outside somewhere...’

jude: ‘I haven’t really thought about that.’

im gonna tag @itsmariejanel, @sadnesshotline @rebouks @pralinesims @astralsi and @verthu ! (but don’t feel like you have to hehe) 💟

[sassafras--manson]

Tagged by my friend @weirdness-is-good to do 15 questions and tag 15 friends 👽

1. Are you named after anyone?

my first name’s from a non recurring character in a soap opera my mom had watched since she was like 14. she swore that’s what she’d name her first girl and kept it a secret so no one could steal it for That Long (and i have 2 older brothers and i’m rly glad they weren’t girls cuz idk who i’d be without this name) // my middle name is after a close family friend that i rly don’t know much about, other than seeing a photo of her holding me as a baby. she passed when i was super young so i never met her when i was any older. i should ask my dad about her.

2. When was the last time you cried?

i’ve started coming off my ssri so i been at least tearing up if not full on wailing every day of january so far hahaha effexor withdrawals are no fuckin joke

3. Do you have kids?

i could see myself fostering kids some day. otherwise being the cool aunt is perfect for me (and i just got a brand spankin new niece on the 12th!)

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

i did gymnastics/dance, basketball, track, and cheerleading growin up. i wanna get back into gymnastics/dance classes tho (i wanna do pole dance so bad) cuz my muscle memory and flexibility without practicing or stretching is still crazy

5. Do you use sarcasm?

fosh

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

their style and like their attitude

7. Eye color?

green

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

i love scary movies and movies that get me all soul searchy and weird, but sometimes you need something happy that’s not that deep. i just love movies. i should keep a letterboxd. i got one and just never use it cuz i haate ranking/scoring things. but i watch so many movies

9. Any talents?

turning cigarettes into smoked cigarettes 😤

but fr i’m a pretty decent singer. some friends’ band broke up recently so a couple of them and i are talkin bout startin a band where i get be somewhere between a punk and the 80s hair metal star of my dreamsss

10. Where were you born?

in a small hospital in a snowstorm

11. Hobbies?

goin to shows a lot. stick n poke tattooing. i wanna do every art n craft imaginable. but mostly i take film photos (i wanna take more AT shows but i get self consciouss), make jewelry, paint, upcycle clothes. watchin movies (usually while i’m doin art). one of these days i hope i’ll start writin poetry again like i used to but it feels awful far away as a concept

12. Any pets?

2 black cats, my fluffy lil spunky lady Elvira and my slinky v sweet and polite boy Houdini

13. Height?

5’9”

14. Favorite school subject?

i’m not in school, but it was always art, even tho i barely got to take any art classes

15. Dream job?

i’d love to be a tattoo artist and stick n poke for a living, traveling to different shops or just traveling n poking independently (help me gain traction plzz n follow me @ stab_worthy on insta 🥺) and honestly i think i could make it happen. pointillism just *made sense* to me when we did a project in my one high school art class and in the same way stick n poke *made sense* as soon as i started doin it. it’s one of the few things i don’t feel weird about saying “i’m good at this”. i’m self taught and always learning, but yeah, i’m good at this :3

tag 15 ppl

idk if i even know 15 ppl on here now that i’m rebuilding, post blog deletion 😭 so even if we’re kinda new or distant mutuals ur still makin the list (plus then i won’t be as new or distant) 🤡

@sea-wolfe @tangledupinblue8 @inertiatic @carbonfootprince @wastedefforts @ectrica @msf-diamond-dog @diegc @wonderfulcaricatureof-intimacy @oneafter909blues @corpest @lily-of-elysium @venusmolting @vulpeasera @delusionsofamor

[haruchuiyo]

saw this tag game on dash so I decided to do it as well hihi

wip tag game!!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

most of my WIPs don’t have any titles as I usually add them at the end when I finish writing it. most of these aren’t even halfway done ;( but I will get to them as soon as I feel motivated to write them!

a failed first date : megumi fushiguro

older brothers best friend : nanami kento

first time : nanami kento

patching up : nanami kento

reminiscing : nanami kento

fates work : nanami kento

first time in love : dr ratio (hsr)

practicing discreetness : jing yuan (hsr)

big muscles! : ghost (simon riley)

i think these was all! the titles are so random lmao cackling so bad at the ghost one! most of them feel like small drabbles but I love the ideas so I wanna make it a longer fic but idk!!

feel free to ask about these wip’s!! id love to tell y’all about it <3

oh idk who to tag so I tag the ones that comes up in my brain >///<

(no pressure) tagging : @eroxotckv @wri0thesley @wriotheslays @sanzusbaby @lovelyluc @tetsument @shoyoist

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Wow! Here we are again: Friday! Where did that week go? No, seriously, where did that week go?

First of all, many thanks to everyone that got involved with Throwback Thursday on my page. Yesterday’s word was FIGHT and the responses were surprising. In fact, some were quite moving. Even though my friends are not violent, we are all fighters! Yes, maybe that’s what we all have in common? We are all strong and we are not afraid.

I will teach from 9.30-12.30 today, then I will rush home to make The Trouble her bacon sandwich. We are bad Jews but she really looks forward to that sandwich. In fact, if I say the word ‘bacon’ on this page, a lot of my friends get very excited.

Monday is a new term at the other place I teach so, on Monday, I will teach not one, not two but three different subjects in a day. Five hours of teaching with a one-hour lunch break. I’m ready, I wonder if they are? My students are often alarmed by me because I ask them questions and make them think. Most people don’t like thinking; it’s too much like hard work. The thing is: you need to exercise a brain the way you need to exercise a body. Use it or you lose it!

Yesterday’s headline in the Evening Standard, “BIGGEST HOUSE PRICE FALLS FOR 14 YEARS”. No shit, Sherlock! Let’s go and speak to the people visiting food banks. Maybe in the afternoon, they can buy that two-bedroom semi in Romford? Or, why don’t we speak to the really wealthy people, buying own-brand food from Tesco and scrambling around in the frozen section looking for ‘best before’ bargains? Maybe they will spend the afternoon purchasing a studio flat in Soho? Wanna know why no one is buying? Because nobody has any fucking money! Wanna know why? Because we are being screwed by energy companies, gas companies and supermarkets and, if the NHS goes private, we’ll have even less money! Security tags on formula milk and Lurpack butter? Really? The Standard actually suggested that, because of interest rate rises, buyers are “spooked”. No, buyers are broke! People that would like to buy are struggling to make ends meet and stand no chance of getting a mortgage! Seriously? A cabinet full of ‘economists’ and none of them knows how to fix the economy.

Yesterday, the weekend’s plans changed! We were going to spend Saturday night with one of our favourite people, but she has cancelled, so we will now dive down to Hove to see Lady Wesker. My brother is there too, and Mum has two lunch guests, so Sunday’s selfie will contain extra people! Could be a tricky manoeuvre? Whatever the weather, I will be strutting my stuff on the promenade on Sunday morning!

Really hope you can join me tomorrow at 1.00 p.m. for ‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’: the final part of The Letter M (Pt. 13). Doing The Letter N (Pt. 3) live from Soulstice on Saturday, June 24th.

Have a fabulous and funky Friday! I love you all. You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?

[angelsdevils]

Kisaki Tetta

WARNING: pseudo-incest/step-incest, slight manipulation A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for awhile. If you don't like it, don't read it. Don't come for me. Also, I didn't tag ANYONE in this post because I know this topic can be triggering. If you still wanna be tagged in posts like these just let me know. <3 All characters are aged up to adults.

Fuck. Kisaki knew it was wrong, having a crush on his step-sister. Everything about the situation was wrong, but how could he not develop some form of feelings when everyone in his life rejected him? Even his own mother? Speaking of her, his mother had married your father and gave you two brief introductions. 

You were the same age as Kisaki and eventually started going to the same school. You weren’t that annoying, clingy sibling which he was thankful for. He wanted to keep you out of everything that he did. So him keeping his mother’s last name, and you, your father’s, he didn’t have to worry about people piecing two and two together. 

When both of your parents were out, you often cooked for him and then did your homework. You never showed him any type of anger or disgust. Often flashing him that pretty smile when he came in or left. You treated him like a normal sibling, which only made his twisted mind more fucked up. He knew you saw him as nothing more than a brother, but he wanted to be so much more. 

So, he started isolating himself from the gang activity, Hanma. From everyone, and found himself indulging in your favorite activities with you in the house. From watching (favorite series) to playing (favorite game). Sometimes you both would end up reading a book, cuddling against each other. He made no effort to hide his feelings from you, and he didn’t care for either of your parents since neither one of them was there. 

It’s been seven months since you have become his sister, and his feelings were running deeper for you. His hands started to linger, the kisses on the forehead were now placed on your cheek, near your lips. Kisaki couldn’t help the small smile when you blushed when he kissed you. You often turned your head so he wouldn’t get close to your lips. It often left him to tease you about it, but you knew he meant no harm. 

That was until he had you pinned to the counter as you were washing dishes. He had placed several kisses on your neck, and you tried to move but you couldn’t.

“Tetta, stop that. That’s weird,” you complained. You tried to move, but he grabbed your waist and turned you around. 

“What’s weird about it? I love you,” he said. 

You met his eyes and he was staring at you with something in his eyes. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, so it caused you to attempt to create distance between the two of you. 

“Yeah, I love you too. As siblings, nothing more.”

“I don’t love you as a sibling, I can’t hide it anymore. I love you so much,” he said. 

He placed his forehead against your shoulder hugging you tightly. You slowly wrapped your arms around him to hug him back. 

His confession shocked you, but you weren’t surprised at this point. He had opened up about everything in his life. You honestly felt bad for him, but you never thought he would fall for you.

“We are siblings, our parents would disown us. Society will shun us, this is so wrong, taboo even.” 

“Don’t care, and you shouldn’t either. We aren’t blooded siblings, so there is nothing wrong with this.”

He pushed some hair out of your face before he placed his lips on top of yours. You blushed and tried to shove him away but Kisaki captured your hands in his. He pulled you extremely close and parted your lips. He leaned down and started to nibble on your neck before he started to beg.

“Please don’t reject me, you are the only person that accepts me. Love me. I am sorry I can’t distinguish the difference between sibling love and romantic love. I just want you, don’t reject me too.” 

You knew what he was doing, he was trying to gaslight you, manipulate you, and make you feel guilty. Though you knew it was wrong, and you wanted to tell him it wasn’t your problem, you still couldn’t fight the fact that you knew he struggled with love. So instead of words of spite and hatred, you only said one word that doomed you.

“Okay.” 

That was enough for Kisaki to look at you and slam his lips against yours. You mentally cursed yourself, but you stopped fighting him. Hopefully, he gets bored of you soon and just stops. 

But deep down you knew he wouldn’t. He was obsessive, controlling, and good at manipulating. You were his now that you gave him the okay. 

He sighed softly as he started to suck on your neck, making sure to mark it. You started to shake in his hold, as his hands slipped underneath your pants.

“You are shaking, do you not want to go further?” He asked.

You could hear the hint of hurt in his voice, you shook your head and he frowned. He pulled his hands away, and you let out a mental sigh. He pushed his lips against yours again and you allowed him to claim dominance over your mouth. 

After a few minutes, he parted from you and he had that smile on his face. Like he had won a prize and you couldn’t help but feel warm when you saw it. 

“Don’t worry, we don’t have to tell anyone. This can be our secret I promise.” 

He strokes your cheek lovingly before going back to the living room. You turned around and leaned against the counter shaking your head. You weren’t sure how long this nice act would go on, but you hoped it would last. 

“What did I get myself into?” You mumbled softly. 

© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted, etc. I do not own the character or the fanart, but I own the plots of these stories. All fanart goes to their appropriate owners.

[vinillain]

About the tags on your last post: please can we talk about s3 and how it’s had like, so much potential and how the last two villains of wakfu, nox and Qilby were so cool and bad ass and well written and OROPO IS JUST,,,, STRAIGHT? Like Oropo’s thing is kill god and get into a weird love triangle with god and god’s crush? Idk, I wanna hear your opinions on s3!

// Major s3 spoilers and for the entire series, massive infodump, apologies in advance 🤡

Season 3 had a lot of potential. It had a good idea and terrible execution. I’m not saying Wakfu doesn’t have its flaws but S3 makes me so sad. Oropo could have been set up to be this big reveal of the final major Villain- but there wasn’t enough set up, and the pay off was just disappointing. Hopefully the Oropo OVA will fix some of the problems, the biggest to me being how underdeveloped the characters were, unlike first two seasons which biggest complaints were that there was too much filler, season three has none. Which is good but now it feels like it was more rushed rushed, anyone who doesn’t read the mangas doesn’t understand the history of the brotherhood of the forgotten and won’t be as attached or feel for their characters as much. (This might be me but a little filler of getting to know these characters more would have helped)

Another thing was Adamai and Amalia. Like, what did they do to them?? 😭 They felt so out of character, Adamaï has been gone for three years, revealed to be convinced by Oropo to join him reappears, has a bizzare appearance (I think because maybe the eliatrope dofus? Which I’m saying had the effect on his personality as well-) working for the main antagonist, and that would have been OKAY if they showed how he became that way, because he just shows up in first two eps and then is kind of just, in the background until the finale. And that makes me mad because they could have had this good charecter arc and story for him about feeling like he lives in Yugo’s shadow, because my dude lived on an island in isolation from twelvians for 12 years, then his brother shows up, and the person he’s considered a father dies shortly after. They rush to save the world, fails and then time is rewound-

And you can see Adamaï’s frustrations, because he wants to find their people, because he cares and because he wants to complete the mission Grugaloragram told him he would do. He is still a child, with all these thoughts and a need to complete his goal. And unintentionally in doing so releases a madman who manipulates them and almost destroys the world. The one he looked up to, the one who he thought would help him betrays his trust, the one who would help him find said people. And they could have expanded on the theme of being left behind by Yugo again while he goes to adventure. It’s not intentional, but it makes him feel like he doesn’t matter, like he is only his twins shadow. And for a child who is 12, only had ever been on his island, a few other places with barely any contact and is now in Sadida, without the brother he needs to help him he probably does have feelings of resentment. And Qilby uses this to deceive him into leaving, not realizing his true intentions before it’s to late.

There could have been this story, one that made more sense to why he left, after not being heard and ”left behind” by Yugo once again he went with Echo, this person who was correct, a figure of someone to rely on, .the one who gave him this new path like Qilby did to help their people and achieve his goals. He does feel betrayed, that Yugo would chose his friend over him. Dragons are emotional creatures. And Echo (later likely Oropo) uses this fact to get him to join their cause. Oropo knows this, and he knows all too well how it feels to live inside someone else’s shadow. To feel like a copy, a fake. And it’s just HSJSJSH

They say Oropo is this god, a genius, a good person who convinced them all (manipulated them all) into joining him. For his cause. And I wish they would have shown that, because they don’t show it in the series, some only in the manga which most ENG fans can’t read as it’s not translated. I wish they would have shown no just why but HOW they joined. Maybe through each level the BoT find out how the demigods joined Oropo, how he found them. How they were convinced. At the beginning we do see some of his manipulation, going into the BoT minds and revealing their darkest deserts and guilty fears. He gives these people, lost, angry, alone and confused a place of peace. To fight for something bigger then themselves, to achieve their own goals. Adamai himself doesn’t even seem convinced this plan will work, often doubting Oropo to his face. Oropo has this hidden agenda and overarching plan and I think because it’s just revealed all last minute in such a rushed and badly written way that it was so disappointing.

There was also the potential after he absorbed Yugo, giving him power to fight all these demi gods, to become god. (Still mad that they were all mostly out of commission for the whole fight, it would have been a cool scene to have them fight and get beaten down one by one by the one they believed in, that would have been a great way to show as Oropo slowly feels guilt, remembering all the times he had with them, that they were his family, and how he lost sight of his original goals and thousands of years went on, no even realizing what a hypocrite he had become, blind to his own rage, trauma and jealousy of living in someone else’s shadow.)

He has all of his memories, he knows Yugo’s desires, the one to find and give a home to his people, to reconcile with Adamai, etc etc. Instead of him just fighting Qilby and Nox and talking with younger Adamai it could have been this entire trip of Yugo fighting in Oropo’s mind, and his own memories. The fight with Nox, and Qilby- the trauma he gained. Yelling at things he knows deep down are fake. The burden of being a child, now a king with all these orphaned kids waiting on him to rule them. For him to give them a home. Adamai leaving him, those long three years of searching, wondering where he gone, the pain of his other half never returning.

Also the guilt of Nox’s death and Qilby being trapped, which he clearly shows much guilt of, knowing he could’t find a better solution. And if they really wanted to go all out, the guilt of the world being destroyed by the astroids he caused to fall. They showed it in the OVA but everyone seemed fine, I know they probably wouldn’t but they set it up like this would have more reprocrussions but eveyone is fine? And the fact he didn’t realize he created the Eliotropes. He didn’t know and didn’t mean to, unintentionally giving life to all these children who were forced to wonder the world hidden without a cause. Because his biggest desire deep down, was to find his people and give them a home.

And Oropo could have used this. Breaking him down in his mind of all the people he hurt unintentionally, the guilt of Nox’s death and Qilby being locked away, Adamai leaving and the fear of outliving all his loved ones. And most importantly, his desire for the eliatrope people. They mentioned it near the end as he was escaping but the “I know the pressure on your shoulders better than anyone else, let me take over and rule the eliatrope people.” Always stuck out to me, like he did with Adamai, and all those Demi gods he would try to play to his feelings. “I can help you give them a home.” The pressure of being only a child learning this and the scrutiny from twelve after Qilby made it worse for them. The guilt of all those poor orphan children, no parents all on their own, wasting away everyday. Why did you take so long? Why aren’t you trying to look, living life peacefully and then searching for your brother. Every year is a million to them. And they are all waiting on you. To convince him to give in, to join him completely so they can achieve their goals. Coming to Yugo as this becon of light after all these curls memories showed no mercy ripping him apart.

Oropo could have genuinely been this amazing finale of a villain, if he was written better and not as this hypocrite who was immediately betrayed by his followers after his intentions were revealed (dude knew they wouldn’t agree, and still acts so surprised when they are all outraged at him) and blaming all his problems and the horrors he’s committed on Yugo since they are the same, which again could have worked but instead it just came off as rushed and poorly put together. He could have been another amazing foil, of how far you will go to save/help/avenge/find your family. Nox being the most obvious with his, Qilby having those themes of his people and not being alone with his desires- And Oropo with the loss of all his kind, being the only one left, and though he started off with good intentions, slowly became the person he talked about hating. Loss after lisos slowly not caring who he went through or what sacrifice he made to achieve his goals. He wants to start it all anew, replace the people he felt betrayed by. And considering he has Yugo’s memories and feelings, has the same desire of finding the eliatrope children a home.

There’s a lot more (looks over at Amalia because holy shit they did her so dirty) things but I don’t want to write any more than I have 😭 but Season 3 could have been this really good ending point that felt rushed and butchered and had a completely different tone (which is fine) but it just didn’t feel the same. I think it’s likely because Netflix took over, because some of the writers on s3 clearly didn’t watch the show?? And Amalia being like “I know your a man deep inside.” Or “I don’t need you.” (If you know what scene I’m talking about you know) and it’s so frustrating. It had this good idea and potential and just rushed and terrible execution that makes me so sad.

Anyway TLDR: Netflix ruined s3 Wakfu, Amalia and Adamai aren’t even the same characters and Oropo had all this potential to be this grand foil for Yugo and failed miserably. Might make a pt 2.

(Also Echo and Elely were the MVP’s of s3 don’t @ me)

[thedailybullshit]

Am I the only person who gets kinda annoyed when people say that Willow & Hunter are the new Caleb & Evelyn?

Before I get into this, I just wanna make clear that this isn’t Hunter/Willow negative. I don’t have a problem w/ the ship & none of what I’m about to say alludes to the ship being bad. However I’m not gonna refer to it by the ship name so that it doesn’t show up in the ship’s tag, bc I want exactly zero smoke w/ the shippers.

W/ all that being said I’m not fond of people saying Hunter & Willow are Caleb & Evelyn bc 1) that feels like a huge comparison to make. Caleb & Evelyn’s relationship is the only reason that anything in this show happened the way it did. Their relationship is the only reason Philip killed Caleb in what is the inciting incident of the entire show. They’re the only reason the Clawthornes exist. They’re the only reason that Luz was able to get to the Boiling Isles in the 1st place. They’re the only reason that Hunter exists as he does. Caleb & Evelyn are the catalysts for this show’s entire conflict.

Hunter & Willow, on the other hand, are a footnote in the second half of season 2 & what we have of season 3. The last time they had an individual conversation exclusively w/ each other that we’ve been shown was ASIAS, the episode they met. Anything else has been offscreen. We don’t even know if Willow reciprocates Hunter’s feelings for her. Very much like how we didn’t know if Luz reciprocated Amity’s feelings.

So saying that Hunter & Willow - a minor aspect of the later episodes - parallel Caleb & Evelyn - the reason that everything in this show happens - feels like a prematurely huge comparison to make. Even if Hunter & Willow do become canon, their relationship will be nowhere near as pivotal to the events of the show as Caleb & Evelyn.

Building off of that, 2) it doesn’t match up w/ the already established parallels. Hunter’s entire arc has been about learning to be his own person out of the shadows of Philip & Caleb. & while drawing parallels between Caleb & Philip & Hunter & Luz, TOH has gone out of its way to show the different ways that Hunter & Luz are similar to BOTH Wittebane brothers. However, if you were to insist on finding exclusive parallels, I would argue that Luz is a better parallel to Caleb & Hunter is a better parallel to Philip.

Don’t believe it? Fine, let’s look at it through the eyes of the 1 character who knew Caleb, Evelyn, Luz, & Hunter: Philip. Despite taking the time to point out that Hunter looks the most like Caleb out of every grimwalker he’s created, Philip has made it abundantly clear that he doesn’t see Caleb in Hunter. In fact, the only element of Caleb he sees beyond looks is the betrayal. Which we know bc the only time Philip calls Hunter Caleb is when Hunter betrays him. & even then, he doesn’t do so completely, he still uses Hunter’s actual name. & the fact of the matter is that if Philip actually saw Hunter as Caleb, then he would’ve planned to take him to the human realm. But instead, he branded Hunter to die of the Day of Unity.

You know who Philip DOES try to bring to the human realm? Luz. Bc when she went back in time to learn from him, when she fought to save Eda from petrification, when she essentially declared war against him within his own mind, Philip looked at Luz’s affinity for the Isles, her protective nature toward her chosen family, & her heart made of sunshine & saw Caleb. & it’s her continuous loyalty to witch & demonkind over humankind that drives Philip to attempt to kill Luz multiple times - even claiming to do so out of mercy as people have theorized he did to Caleb. Better to kill them now than to let them wither under a witch’s spell, right?

In the same line as that, Hunter & Willow’s relationship has very pointedly never been what turns Philip against Hunter. What gives Philip the idea that Hunter’s betrayed him is Hunter’s questioning of him. Philip is perfectly content to keep Hunter as his right hand in Hollow Mind, right up until Hunter asks an accusatory question: “ What did you do to the other Guards?” THAT is Hunter’s betrayal, not his relationship w/ witches. & in Thanks to Them, it’s Hunter’s embracement of Wild Magic & rejection of Philip’s work as a witch hunter that makes Philip see the Caleb in Hunter & accuse him of stabbing him in the back. You could make an argument for the reverse, that Willow is 1 of the reasons that Hunter ultimately goes against Philip, but even after they meet Hunter’s still incredibly loyal to his uncle. It literally takes learning the fates of the previous Golden Guards & Philip attempting to kill him for Hunter to defect from the Emperor’s Coven. The half a day he’d spent w/ Willow at that point had nothing to do w/ it.

So yeah. I’m not sure why people started comparing the ship that’s the catalyst for the entirety of The Owl House’s story w/ a relationship that might not even be canon. It’s like comparing a sapling to a sequoia & it sounds to me like narrative understanding has been sacrificed for the ship.

[sturniolosarethebest]

Hiii!!! Welcome to my blog!!!!

So this is my introduction and when I make a masterlist I’ll link it to here!

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Get to know me- Hii!! My name is Camila my pronouns are she,they, and I’m Mexican, Puerto Rican, and Brazilian! My first language was Spanish so please excuse me for my English! I’m the oldest out of my siblings I have a younger brother he’s one year younger than me and I have a sister who’s five years younger than me😭 Anyways I have a dog and a cat I love cats so much and dogs so I can really not pick if I’m a dog are a cat person😅 My favorite color is pink then it’s red then it’s purple then it’s blue💯 My favorite food is honestly any Mexican food I’m mostly Mexican because my biological dad left me but my mom did tell me what he was like and I hate him honestly but anyways I have a step dad that I love so dearly and that’s all that matters honestly❤️ okay I’m so sorry for getting all snappy and shit. But thank you for read this! I have no idea what else to put so I’m sorry! But thank you again I love you all and everyone is welcome here🫶. I love you all so much have an amazing day amors🩷

My favorite music artist-

All my favorite woman music artists

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1. LANA DEL FUCKING REYYY🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

2. Olivia Rodrigo💟

3. Billie Elish🫶

4. Taylor Swift🩶

5. SZA💙

6. Ariana Grande💕

7. Faye Webster❤️‍🔥

8. Doja cat💋

9. Sabrina Carpenter

10. Selena Q. 🕊️❤️‍🩹

My favorite male music artist

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1. LIL SKIESSSS💙💙💙

2. Drake 💀❣️

3. 21 savage 💯

4. Kanye West 🤡💯

5. Frank ocean 🩵

6. Bad bunnyyyyy🐰

7. The weekend ❤️‍🩹

8. Kendrick Lamar

9. TYLER THE CREATOR💯💋‼️

10. Ur mom 😜 (jk it’s peso pluma)

Who I will write about-

Matt Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo

Nick Sturniolo (only platonic tho I don’t feel comfortable writing in a male pov💟) 

What I will NOT write about- I’m not doing any weird shit like “oMg iM iNlOvE wItH mY sTeP bRoThEr” like bitch hell no and no like pissing kinks and shit like that so please don’t request for that typa shit.

Tag list- If you wanna be on my tag list feel free to just comment on this post!!!!!

[bunnychargebolt]

Im going to give my parents shaken baby syndroms Im- hhhhhhhh vent :3 (gonna put any warning stuffs in tags)

I am so just- am eepy. I want to sleep. It is fucking 2:30 in the morning. But I cannot! Because I am hungry! And my body is fucking not doing good! And I can not do anything about it because I do not have food.

But for whatever reason!! My mother!! Who eats the least in this household!! Continually has her stuff stocked!! She fucking- eats like two of the jif to go cups of peanut butter for lunch. And that is like- her lunch. And that just fucking works for her. Which is because she got fucking weight loss surgery.

Im

Hhhhhhhhhhhh

I do not have enough food. And honestly I probably havent had enough food in months. Because instead of eating i sleep. Because my body shuts down. And I am trying *so hard* to get across to my parents that I need food. I am- hhhhh honestly prolly qualifying as anorexic speaking strictly on eating patterns. Which ik for sure my mom is.

And also my irl friend keeps talking about hes gonna starve himself. And im- hhhhh. Theres so many fucking tjings going on with him and theyre bad and I havent talked about them and im going to fucking lose my mind. But thats not even what im focused on right now.

I dont know if i can continue physical therapy. Because it is not guaranteed that i have food. And my parents say that money is tight. But my mother is constantly getting a bunch of stuff. And we have so much shit. And im- i camt handle all of this.

I cant ask for anything without being told that im asking for a lot. My mom ordered in dinner for me and my brother the other night bc she got a thing through work and i asked for what I know would be enough for me and I got told that thats too expensive. Which i understand. The cost of shit is fucking insane. But there is so much fucking focus on cost and portion size and “oh tjat costs too much” “oh youre asking for a lot” “dont forget that this is what a portion size” and even fucking talk of like calories and checking even though i ask for that to not happen.

People tell me to take some of their food because they have plenty and I get it but Im fucking terrified. My mom had locked up a shit ton of food when i was a kid including freezers. Which to this day still have the locks by them. And if im caught she wont hesitate to do it again. I cant go through that again.

I know I cant really get out. Im genuinely scared of my parents. I- cant. I cant get out. I cant leave stuff. Im terrified. Fuck i don’t remember ever not being scared of my mom in some capacity. And my dads way more passive but sometimes he yells and I just- cant do it. And i hate that what they do works. I get shoved into being this fucking doormat of a person.

Honestly I dont think I ever really got to be a person. I still dont super feel like one. I dont have complete control over myself. I dont feel like i have free will. Which sucks. I wanma be my own person. I wanna learn what itd feel like to be able to be myself for even a day. Im- just lost a lot of the time.

The only good thing I know for sure is coming out of this is that I know my depression medication works. Im pretty sure most of my issues with functioning are from malnutrition issues. And im def not suicidal or having thoughts of sh which is really nice!! Plus I know I have a very supportive group of friends online that I love very much

Wuheiwhe speaking of friends- angy about irl friend. He fucking- complained to me that he gets upset when i vent about shit at home cause hes gonna get kicked out when he turns 18. Which likw- i get it. The threat of being homeless is horrible. But if your thought process while you have fucking unwatched access to a credit card and can essentially have whatever the fuck you want while im saying i dont fucking have food at home is “well at least you have a home” IS FUCKING INSANE. Especially because you have already gathered almost $1000 in cash amd still have like 11 months to figure shit out. Your future situation sucks but that should not take away empathy for my current situation??? Where i am??? Not getting fed enough???

I understand that your homelife is shit and your family is fucked. However, you almost never get told no. Which is really fucking obvious!!! Because you wont take any of my nos for an answer!!! And tbh youre kinda financially abusive!!! I hear how you talk to your bf which is fucking insane and i hate it. And when you talk about how you pay for gas when im using my parents cars and they need to be filled and i say were driving around too much and using a lot of gas you go “well its my gas” No!! It isnt!! That is not how that works!! And just because you pay for the fucking gas WHEN YOU HAVE ME DRIVING FUCKING ALL OVER THE PLACE BECAUSE I LITERALLY CANNOT GWT YOU TO UNDERSTAND IM SAYING NO does not kean you pay for the rest of the fucking car!!! You also!! Make jokes about taking back gifts!! Because you paid for them!! Which is shitty as fuck!! And its not even your fucking koney its your grandmas money and you got fucking pissed and bitchy when Ive mentioned that when talking about it being different when one of our friends took advantage of us for money because you are just handed it and the stuff i had i workwd for, in a job that started the decline of my physical wellbeing. Its not the same fucking thing.

Im

Shaking. I want to scream. I cant. Handle everything. I dont want to have to be here and dealing with all of this.

And anothwr fucking tjing about ky friend- he gets pissy when me or his boyfriend accidentally leave garbage in his room. Which i get a little but then he doesnt take care of it either!! And then he has shit there all the time!! Including multiple unfinished starbucks drinks that have grown mold!!! Why do you keep getting the biggest fucking size when you know damn well you wont drink it.

And you keep fucking- i cant play therapist for you. You cannot constantly come crying to le about your bf and talking about how you should break up with him AND THEN GET KAD AT ME FOR SUGGESTING YOU BREAK UP WITH HIM

Im not- i cant. Im

Im violently angry. And i want to sleep. Amd i wamt to be able to have food. And i want my oarents to love me and understand me. Or even fucking- to try. At all. I want my physical wellbeing to matter. But it doesnt. In multiple different ways. And its all just so bad all the time and i try and tune it out but it slips through.

Im having trouble remember things. Its bad. Im- i cant use my brain as well as i know i should be able to. Im- idk. I just cant fucking deal with this. Except im still going to. Im complaining but theres mot kuch i can change.

I hate feeling like im breaking all the time. I want to be able to be loved and be a person and have a home!!! I have a roof over my head. And i appreciate that so much. But this is absolutely not a home. And its very much not welcoming for me. And I just- I perpetually have the feeling of “i want to go home” with no home to go to. And its been like that for most of my life. And I just- really want to have a home.