#i'm too tired about all these social media messes but

[fly-sky-high-arts]

A

[makkir0ll]

you finally turn in your essay you breathe a sigh of relief. but that feeling is soon gone when you check the time and see that it's 11 pm.

you look at the windows nearby and see that it's pitch black, and you check your surroundings and there are very few people left. it's finals season and the library is no stranger for students to be pulling all-nighters trying to study or turn in their projects at the last minute.

you close your laptop and pack up your stuff and go to head out when you look outside the door and you see a weird man outside, smoking something that smelt absolutely disgusting. you felt a pit of anxiety grow in your stomach because this is the only way out and any of the other exits would sound the emergency alarm. you take deep breath and decide to walk out (dumbest decision ever) and you're hit with a "hey there pretty girl, what are you doing here?" from the creep and you immediately run back into the library.

you open your contacts and go to the one labeled tobio❤️ and click on it, calling him. you knew he was probably sleeping, but you didn't really want to sleep at the library.

he picks up "hello?" his voice is groggy and laced with sleep. you start to feel bad knowing you woke him up.

"tobio?" you start. "hey i'm sorry for waking you up but there's this creep outside the library and i just-"

"i'm on my way." he cuts you off. you hear some shuffling in the background. "give me like ten minutes and i'll be there". his house is a thirty minute walk from the university library. "just wait inside okay? don't worry."

"it's okay tobio you can take your time. i'll be waiting. i love you"

"i love you too." and he hangs up. you put your phone back into your pocket and you can't help the guilty feeling that begins to swirl in the pit of your stomach. you know he has a busy schedule with balancing volleyball and school and you soon begin to regret your decision. but there was no stopping him he was probably halfway to the library by now.

you're sitting on one of the armchairs with your phone in your hand, mindlessy scrolling on social media when you feel a hand on your head, you look up and see your dark hair boyfriend. he seems out of breath and his hair a mess. he's still in pajamas, you can tell because he's wearing a stained hoodie underneath his puffer.

"lets go" he says with a small smile.

you stand up and he follows next to you as you walk out the building. when you see the man coming to approach you again you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you into his chest. you can hear his heartbeat.

"oh? back again pretty girl-"

"hey man fuck off alright." kageyama scowls at him, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as he begins to walk faster. leaving the creep behind.

once you guys are a safe distance away he begins to loosen his grip on you but never moves his arm from your shoulder.

"i'm sorry if i woke you up." you start to say.

"why?"

"i don't know, i guess it's because you have such a busy schedule. and i know how much you care about your health and that stuff-"

"but i care about you more." he says bluntly, dark blue eyes staring into yours. "i mean i would much rather be tired at tommorows practice than have you be unsafe." he says with his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. yours do the same at his words.

you continue your walk back to his apartment. he says that after waking him up you owe this to him. of course you can't deny when he offers to give you his t shirt, and when you pull the covers up to your chest and feel his hand snake around your waist and pull you close to him, nose nuzzling into your neck you hear him whisper.

"don't ever worry about bothering me if something like this happens again." he presses a kiss to your neck and you turn around to cup his face and kiss his lips softly. you see the moonlight illuminate his features as you pull back, his eyes half lidded with a smile on his face.

"okay, tobio. goodnight" you say smiling. resting your head onto his chest as he pulls you closer.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

All that I ask is that you stay with me | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, A - All that I ask is that you stay with me

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

This is some angst that I thought to write because, well, life's been hard recently and I need a creative outlet to get my emotions out on paper and well, this is the result.

It might not be great and it's not been proof-read at all, so uh, yeah... Let me know what you all think but please be kind :)

And if any of you have any ideas of things to write, I'm open to write anything, within reason of course. My asks are open so feel free to drop anything in there :)

The battle with your inner demons are hard. You sometimes wonder if it's better to leave the world, making the decision without the realisation of how loved you are by the team of girls around you.

TW: heavy angst, SH, MH and talks of suicide and death.

"Y/N are you in there? Hurry up, we're about to start the film" The loud voice of Katie shouts aloud from the other side of the closed bathroom door to alert you of your attention.

You were joined by the girls in a classic team bonding night, a good ol' fashioned film to watch with some sugary treats, curtousy of it being a cheat day.

You are always so excited to spend time with the older girls, you all looked up with some much respect, being a part of the team for a while, you'd grown to love the girls like your own family.

Despite how well you fitted in at the club and how amazing you played football, there would always be people to put you down.

And in this case, it was in the forms of social media.

The internet could be a cruel place sometimes.

"Ye... Yeah, alright. J... Just a minute, I'll be right out" You shakily reply as you held the blade out in front of you while it stared back at you, almost like it was almost taunting you to use it.

Old habits are easy to break, you should have knew that.

It wasn't long before you were slumped on the bathroom floor as you watched the crimson liquid trickle down your arms. It felt like a rush of instant relief to the pain that you currently indured.

One small cut to take away the pain, you thought it would be okay.

Two cuts, you just wanted to chase the rush of the first.

Three, four and five, you realise you may have messed up.

You were doing so well, you had been on the right path to get help. that was needed. You had been clean for a numerous amount of days and just in that instant, the snap of a finger and all of that progress, had just been so easy to unwravle again.

You found it so easy to take a hold of the blade in your hand, press it against your wrist and pierce the skin.

It was a feeling of euphoria that you hadn't felt in a while, it was something that was needed.

The cuts were deep, too deep that even with added pressure, they wouldn't stop bleeding.

"Is this the end now?" You had to question yourself as your eyelids felt heavy, you were so tired and you didn't have it in you to fight anymore.

Was it really that easy to leave a world full of heartache and pain?

Maybe so,

At least you had thought that as you hear the sudden loud bang of the bathroom flying open and clashing against the wall.

"Y/N!" It was Leah's shrill voice that screams out in a panic, her eyes widened in fear as she stares at you. "Y/N, can you hear me?!" she questions with a a quiver in her tone.

"L... Le" You slur her name as you look at the blonde as you can feel yourself slipping into a state of unconciousness.

"Stay awake, Y/N. You have too-- Girls, help!" Leah continues to shout aloud for any of the girls to hear. " You hear me, Y/N? You have to stay awake" she pleads as her tears threaten to spill.

"S' okay, Le. L... Let me go. It's time" You tell her quietly as your eyes flutter between being open and shut.

"No, Y/N. You can't give up... You can't" Leah cries openly, the tears at bay have now escaped. "Stay with me, Y/N. Stay with me, please" she adds, her voice becomes louder as hot tears roll down her cheeks.

The rest of the girls all heard Leah's panicked voice and dart in the direction of the bathroom, each of them gasping in shock to find you slumped on the floor.

"Shit-- Y/N" Beths' eyes widen in fear and panic as she takes in the scene in front of her.

"What happened?" Viv questions, alarmed by the sight.

"S... She's hurt herself" Leahs' panicked voice speaks aloud while she's crouched down on the floor and pressing a towel against your wrists to try and soak up the blood. "I... I can't get the bleeding to stop" she tells them.

"Somebody call an ambulance, quick" Katie states as she joins Leah's side to kneel down and try to help in way that she can.

Her usual joking manner has suddenly turned into fearful and that's when the girls all knew this was serious.

"I'm on it" Jen agrees as fishes her phone out of her pocket, dialing 999 and waiting for an answer on the other side. "I need an ambulance, as soon as possible. It's urgent! My team mates' hurt herself and is in and out of unconciousness" the scots' woman speaks aloud,

"Stay with me, Y/N. Stay with me, keep your eyes open please" Leah pleads as she continues to hold the now blood-soaked towl against your skin, her own tears freely spilling down her cheeks as you daze in and out of sleep.

"W... Why would she do this to herself" Steph questions concerned as she glances at you, heartbroken it had come to this.

"I don't know, she was... she was doing better" Lia spoke out, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried to keep her own emotions in check.

"At least, we thought she was" Beth mumbles as she struggles to take her eyes off your unconcious body.

"She'll be okay, she has to be" Caitlin adds in with vulnerability in her voice that wasn't usually shown to anyone, other than you.

You were the baby of the team, all of the girls were overprotective of you ever since you joined. It wasn't a secret that you had them all virtually wrapped around your pinky finger.

All the girls knew it was hard for you, you had a lot of expectation to live up to and knew that eventually, the pressure would be too much for you and you would break.

They were all there the last time, they saw the good, the bad and the damn right ugly and vowed to not let it happen again.

But, old habits are easy to break, right?

"Ambulance is on it's way. It won't be long" Jen tells the girls.

"I'm going with her" Leah was quick to say. A tone in her voice which the rest of the girls knew to not object against.

You were close with the girls but compared to them, Leah was pretty much your second-mum, older sister figure all rolled into one and she was the one that you always came to when it got tough.

Why didn't you just speak to her? Then maybe things could be different.

"We'll follow you to the hospital" Kim replies to the blonde and the rest of the girls all nod in agreement, they would always be there for you at a time when you most needed it.

They were your family, and family never turned their back on another.

[fairestwriting]

*KICKS YOUR DOOR DOWN*

IT'S 8 AM AND I HAVENT SLEPT. I FOUND THE WORD DOCUMENT SO HERE HAVE THE FIRST ONE IT'S THE SIMPLEST ONE I'VE GOT I'M GOING TO BED

Maybe Vil finding out MC is basically his equal in their world? A famous actor/actress, model, makeup artist, etc? Maybe they're super casual in this world so it's not obvious until it gets bright up what they did in their world?

MAYBE i am really simple maybe i will see a vil request and black out and go crazy.......anon please go to bed at regular times (<- guy who does not do this either)

Vil Schoenheit

He's not completely clueless, he does put in the effort to keep up with trends after all-- But it's exactly because of this that he ends up not really recognizing you.

The entertainment industry has no shortage of people, and in the end, Vil is still only human, no matter how much of an eye for detail he has. It's hard to remember other artists' names.

He does get a feeling that he might have seen you before, but he can't really figure out where. It sort of gets on his nerves for a bit. If you pay attention you can catch on to this hint of odd curiosity every time you talk to each other.

There's no way he misses your charisma, either. Still assuming you're not in the position you actually are, Vil is genuinely surprised at how good you are at dealing with people. Even when you seem tired or out of it, you still keep a smile on your face and a pleasant tone to your voice.

Of course, though, he'll still be stern sometimes, even as you grow closer. Maybe he ends up even being a little bit harsher than usual because he sees all that potential in you. At the same time, though, he's a lot more gentle outside of things like school projects. If you show that you know a thing or two about fashion or performing, he's absolutely willing to discuss.

Then, he eventually finds out. Maybe he stumbles upon one of your posts in social media. Maybe you straight up run into each other when he's doing a photoshoot. Later he'll think he should have seen this coming, but in the moment, you're getting the privilege of being one of the few people who really shocked this man.

He'll keep it together if you're both in public, but the second you're not, he's kind of a mess? He doesn't want it to show, but obviously now there's this whole new concern about your relationship hurting his or your career, and wondering if anyone's seen you two together already, and just how the hell did you fly under the radar for so long, he's not mad, he just really needs to know--

Of course, you talk, calm down, and it works out. And deep down, he's happy about being with someone who can really understand the specific struggles he goes through, besides being able to trade work tips and share stories. It feels comfortable.

Honestly though? He's not getting over how you just did that. He's too proud to say it, but he's forever baffled at how insanely good you are at blending. Sometimes you catch him staring. Mostly it's just out of fondness. Other times he's trying to figure out how to pull off your totally-not-a-celebrity aura so he can go to the mall in peace.

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[blughxreader]

Yandere Imagine: Dark Web Yandere

TW: Implied non-con, kidnapping, tormenting, enslavement. WC: 601

Dark Web Yandere, who controls many websites that deal explicit content and items, from drugs, to humans, to technology, to every time of devious porn. Money rolls in from all parts of the world as his empire grows exponentially each day.

Dark Web Yandere, who becomes completely numb to the suffering of others. Unless it affects him personally, it's just business. The world fades to black and white, and his life philosophy turns from "I'm making money to live the life of my dreams" to "The weak must live to the whims of the Superior, like they did at the foundations of early societies."

Dark Web Yandere, who is notified of an intrusion in one of his website's coding. Whoever was trying to get in made it through several layers of firewalls, and was attempting to make a backdoor. The yandere is annoyed, but knows they won't do anymore damage by the time he finds them.

Dark Web Yandere, who boredly looks through your social media. Finding who you were was easy, as your VPN was citizen-grade. It was foolish of you to attempt to steal from him, a little nobody like you.

Dark Web Yandere, who stares at your picture and considers you to be beneath him. He begrudges, though, that you had physical assets that could make up for your transgressions against him. Afterall, the emptiness in his mansion was grating on his nerves, and he could use company at night.

Dark Web Yandere, who makes quick work of hiring a kidnapper. Within 24 hours, you're stolen from your home, tied down with a bag over your head, and shoved into a van. An hour of driving and 6 hours of flying later, you step foot into a foreign land.

Dark Web Yandere, who takes the bag off your head and finds you much prettier than he anticipated. The tears down your cheeks, the terror in your eyes, your attention 100% on him... It goes straight to his ego.

Dark Web Yandere, who immediately elevates your position from bed slave to maid. He takes sick joy in destroying things for you to clean, trying to reduce you to a sobbing mess for him to console. He uses everything in his disposal to make you feel as powerless as possible, to teach you your place beneath him.

Dark Web Yandere, who's obsession with your misery stretches into other faucets of your personality. He wants to see every emotion you have to offer: your joy, your discomfort, your relief, your confusion, your pleasure. He wants to be the cause of all of them.

Dark Web Yandere, who goes from watching you through his home cameras to trailing behind you step for step. His gaze never leaves you, and his unpredictable behavior keeps your spidey senses constantly alert. He watches as the weeks of paranoia wear you down, until there's dark circles beneath your eyes and a sluggishness to your movements.

Dark Web Yandere, who holds you down and kisses you when you're too tired to fight back. Who knows he's your superior in every way, but who also surrenders to the overpowering feelings you give him. You were made for him in Heaven, a literal gift from God himself, and he wanted to experience everything God had to give him.

Dark Web Yandere, who can cum from your attention alone. He crowds over you when your attention drops for a second, pinning you to whatever surface and leaving you shaking. He thinks about you every second of the day, and will do everything in his power to ensure you do the same.

[whywhaatt]

"hey i'm bored" (isaacwhy x reader)

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word count: 2.028

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand kink(kinda), degrading, light choking

a/n: this is my first fic😜 i didnt proof read it yet so hopefully i didn't misspell anything too badly

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10 hours. 10 hours of sitting at this desk and playing on my computer. I've gone through almost every app or game that I have downloaded. I've checked every social media, watched the newest uploads of my friends, and I even read a random wikipedia article. It's around 2am now. I need to go to sleep. After turning off my computer, and taking my headset off and hanging it on the monitor, I walk towards my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand.

1:59 AM... god damn. I gotta fix my sleep schedule. Nahhh I know I won't. The lack of sleep is kicking in, it feels like 5 minutes go by of me just staring at my lock screen. Turns out it was just 30 seconds cus my phone automatically turned off. It takes me a minute to realize it, but the only reason I do is cus a notification pops up.

"wassup" - isaac💀

tf... it's 2am?!? Why is he texting me?

~

isaac: wassup

me: heyy

isaac: sorry it's late. im bored

me: bro i just laid down💀💀

isaac: can i come over? larry and tanner and annoying tf outa me rn

me: telling them you said that🗣️🗣️

isaac: bro pls. ion know if it's cus im tired but y'know how it is. i just need to get out of the house

me: yeah ion care, just let me know when you're here

isaac: bet

~

That was random, I guess Isaac's coming over now. He's been over before, but not like this. What if something happens? I'm probably just over thinking this. Am I shaved? Yeah, I'll be fine.

~

isaac: i'm here😜

isaac: weird emoji sorry

~

"Thanks for letting me come over, I needed to get out of the house" Isaac said, sitting down on my couch.

"Honestly, if I with all of those people I would have to leave all the time. So glad I live alone".

"Yeah well, I love them. It would be weird being away from them after this long of dealing with their shit." Isaac said, "So, what are we going to do"? I didn't think about that. I kinda just panicked for 10 minutes while he was driving here.

"I don't know, we could watch a movie or something?" I ask while tossing him the remote, "Move over, this isn't your apartment. I wanna sit". I sat down not too far away, but Isaac scutched closer and wrapped his free arm around me. His other hand had the remote in it, just scrolling through shit on Hulu.

"YO YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING CHAINSAW MAN"

"GOD ISAAC I HAVE NEIGHBORS"

"Oh shit sorry, I love Chainsaw Man. Have you seen me wearing that mask. I look so good in it man, look here I'll show you-". I had to cut him off.

"Isaac, I've seen the photo like 20 times. As much as I love how you look in it, I'm not looking at it again."

"Shut up and look at it" He holds my chin, forcing me to look at the picture on his phone. Damn. He is hot. I'm speechless. The fact his hand can easily grab my face like this, I wonder what else they can do. Looking up at him, my cheeks start to get hot a little bit. This eye contact is painful. I need this to go to more. My hand goes to the back of his neck, our faces slowly inching towards eachother. There's a pause, almost like we realized what is happening.

I close the distance. Just a light kiss, short and simple, but we both need more. Immediately, Isaac's hand pulls me in.

"God.. I-I need... you" I moan in between kisses. Isaac pulls back, and I whine at the loss of contact.

"What?"

"I can't tell if I'm just tired, but I need you so badly. Please Isaac." I am begging. BEGGING. For this man.

"You're so pathetic." He says right before kissing me again, this time more passionately, and his hand moving towards my neck. He squeezes softly, making sure it wasn't too much for me. I'm a moaning mess.

"Do you want to move to your bed?" Isaac questions before picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards my bedroom. My arms are wrapped around his neck while I'm looking up at him. I'm just looking at his eyes, he's so beautiful. He sets me down by the foot of me bed, so I'm standing with my arms around his neck. I always knew he was taller than me, but the height different is crazy. He looks twice my height, and he's still bending over to kiss me.

"Baby, go lay down. I'll take care of you". I almost moaned when I heard that. The things I would let this man do to me is insane, ever since I've met him the list has been getting longer and longer.

I'm laying down my bed, when suddenly my feet are pulled and my legs are dangling off the side. Isaac takes his sweet time pulling down my Nike shorts, teasing me slightly over my panties. I need him to hurry up and get straight to the point cus this is unbearable. Again, he slowly takes off my panties and just barely touches my pussy. The tiniest bit of contact makes me shiver and whine for more.

And like that, Isaac's eyes look up at me as he starts eating me out. He keeps looking and studying my every reaction until he gets the one he wants out of me. Remember when I asked what his hands could do? Well, I found out. As his tongue is focused on my clit, he slowly puts two fingers into my hole. I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don't scream.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue working wonders on my clit, I know I won't last long like this. My eyes are stuck shut, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding his hair back. My thighs are practically crushing Isaac's head at this point.

"Isaac, I cant" I'm panting in between moans, "I'm so close". As I finish my sentence, everything stops. I whine and whimper, needing more stimulation.

Isaac moves from below my torso to standing at the foot of my bed. He slips his shirt over his head, leans down and puts me back into the spot I was before. Then continues to undress himself right before me. His body is gorgeous. I cant stop staring at him as he gets on top of me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips.

He breaks the kiss and slides my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. The cold air hit me all of a sudden, making me shiver for a little bit. It feels weird to be fully exposed to Isaac. The closest we've ever gotten to this is almost kissing on New Year's, but we both realized we've just had a little too much to drink and we backed off. I guess Isaac notices me thinking, cus he stops everything and looks down at me.

"Babe, you okay? You can tell me to stop at anytime, I want you to be comfortable" he says, it was the most serious he's sounded all night (well I guess morning). "We can stop if you'd like, I'm sorry I rushed all of this-"

"No keep going, I just got lost in my thought. Thank you for caring for me, Isaac." I pause my sentence to kiss his lips softly, "I'm having a good time". Isaac nodded and continued kissing my neck, leaving little marks every now and again. His hand creeped up, massaging my left breast, and his mouth making his way towards my right. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I let out a slight moan and let my eyes close softly. My brain feels fuzzy, probably from the lack of sleep, but I love it. It feels like I'm high, but in the cringy "high on life" way.

"I have a condom in my nightstand" I blurt out, "but I'm on the pill so if you don't have anything you can go without it". His head perks up from my chest, looking almost as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Really?" he asks excitedly. Yup, exactly like a kid. I nod my head yes and Isaac immediately moves to get himself into position. He lines himself up, looking up at me in my eyes, and slowly inserts himself into me. Both of our mouths fly open, releasing a string of moans and whines. Isaac was bigger than I expected, but he feels so good inside of me.

After a couple of second of staying still so I can get used to his size, Isaac starts to move. My hands move to hold on to Isaac's shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. I push his head down to kiss me to try and muffle my moans, but it barely does anything.

"Faster, please, please go faster" I beg, with our faces so close we're practically sharing breathes. His pace speeds up and my head relaxes back into the pillow. I can feel myself getting closer and closer by the second.

The room is filled with random moans or praises from either one of us, not being able to hear anything else. If Isaac didn't wake my neighbors earlier, then they're definitely awake now. Honestly, I could care less if I get a noise complaint.

"Isaac- Oh my- I'm- I'm getting close" I moan out between breathes. His hand moves from behind me to my neck, lightly choking me. My mouth flies open from the new pressure on my neck. Isaac, seeing the opportunity, takes over my mouth. Inserting his tongue and immediately dominates my mouth. I'm being so loud right now, and I don't care.

"Isaac, I'm about to- I'm 'bout to cum. Please Isaac. Oh my god please." I gasp out with the air I have.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. You're so amazing" Isaac moans into my ear, loosening his grip on my neck a little. My nails digging so far into his back, they could leave scars. My head flies back, eyes rolling to the back of my head, and toes curl. A wave of pleasure rolls over my body as I cum with Isaac still going inside of me.

"Just a little bit more, baby, hold on for me. Please baby, you're doing so good for me." Isaac lets out as his hand lets go to steady himself on the bed, getting the pace back to how he needs it. While overstimulated, I try my best to hold tight for Isaac.

He's close. I can tell. Not too much longer, Isaac comes inside of me. All of his body weight crushed on top of me, feeling like a weighted blanket. A wave of praises came out of Isaac as he caught his breathe.

"Let's get you cleaned up"

-

After we took a very, very long and slow shower together, we laid down in bed together just cuddling.

"The house is asking where I'm at, Imma tell them I'm staying here for the night if thats okay with you" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." I reply, "Random question, well two actually."

"Hit me."

"Okay so one: did you mean for this to end up like this? And was this technically a booty call or whatever?"

"Okay, first off I'm not liked that. But I realize it looks like it. Nah, I just wanted to hang out with you. It was just one of those late night and I'm bored situations"

"Okay, great, umm and two: what does this make us now?"

"Wow, umm.. hard question. I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"Maybe more than friends, I really like you Isaac." I confess, just staring into his eyes through the dark. He leans in and kisses me.

"Will you be with me?"

a/n: i hope you liked this:P my requests are currently open so make sure to leave some if you have any!!

[badasgirlfriend]

Love On The Down Low | Bada Lee Social Media AU

pairings: bada lee x zhong lei

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a/n: lei my clumsy pookie

taglist: { @1luvkarina , @hallotherenicetomeetyou @fillthwvoid , @kdacase @prilux @jjlovesbada @waveartistry , @dkluvs , @pinksults , @tikitsune , @b1ackbunny , @adaiasafira, @froufrousnowman , @99ycs, @badaslali , @italiekim , @saturnushasmyback , @heedoya @fairiechuu @itsbokutosjuicyass , @tnu-ree @jesuschrist2006 @asweetcollide , @ssivinee , @downbadforbada }

Lei cleared her throat as she looked at the two strangers sitting in her living room. This wasn't quite how she had imagined the encounter would go.

"Um, if you're hungry, I have some extra pancakes-"

"I'm not hungry." the oreo haired girl said through clenched teeth

Lei glanced at the girl's hoodie, which was covered in whipped cream and grimaced. She's so dumb

"I'm sorry again about your hoodie," Lei said, holding out a box full of tissues. "Here, have some..... more."

The taller girl took the box, using a bit more force than necessary. She took several tissues and began slowly wiping away the remaining cream. Lei bowed repeatedly, her apologies becoming more desperate. It seemed like the situation couldn't get any worse.

"Very well, shall we begin?" The older man cleared his throat. He was tired of this situation already and eager to leave.

"Yes, please"

It was honestly funny and sad at the the current situation that Lei put herself in

It all started with the incessant alarm that kept beeping, refusing to stop. This had awakened Lei, who groaned as a massive headache hit her like a brick in the head.

"Fuck"

One eye open and one locked shut, she grabbed her phone, stopping the noisy alarm. Too sleepu to check all the messages she had received, she cleared all notifications. But once she found the time, she was wide awake, and her eyes widened in shock.

"FUCK!"

She jolted forward with sudden awareness, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning, and she remembered that Bada had texted her yesterday, informing her that they would arrive at around 11

She was fucked

She didn't have the time to take some pills for her brutal hangover headache that had already become a constant, gnawing presence in her head.

Damn it, I shouldn't have gotten drunk with Hanni and Felix yesterday...

Half-heartedly, she tried to put on some decent clothing and style her hair in an attempt at a ponytail. But she didn't care that much about her appearance as she dashed downstairs towards the kitchen

She grabbed the milk and eggs from the fridge, along with the flour from the pantry. With quick efficiency, she pulled out a flat pan and a large bowl from the cupboard, as if on autopilot.

"I can't mess this up," she muttered to herself as she cracked the eggs.

In her mind, her plan had been to wake up at 9 to make a lovely breakfast for Bada, but that obviously failed miserably. So now, with no other option, she was left with the task of making pancakes.

She was relieved that she had cleaned the house Bada will live , as well as her own house, days ago with the help of Hanni. That way, at least she could welcome Bada with a clean living room and a neat kitchen.

She picked up her phone as she whisked the batter. She had no idea what kind of coffee Bada drank, so she settled for the simplest one, ordering it for both of them.

The aroma of the freshly cooked pancakes made Lei smile to herself as she put another one on the plate. One by one, she was adding to the pile of pancakes, she was glad that she was managing to make them properly, though she wished she didn't jinx it

"Motherf*cker!" She screamed in pain as she accidentally put her hand near the oven, burning herself. "Fuck this shit, fuck you, fuck everyone, it fucking hurts!!! Oh my fucking god"

Her mouth kept spewing out curses for a minute or two, as she rushed to the sink and sighed in relief at the cold water that flowed onto her skin.

She let out a painful groan when she felt her phone ring. Snatching up the device, she answered the call. "What?" She snapped, her voice still hoarse from the early morning yelling.

"Woah, relax tiger," she heard Felix voice on the other end. "No need to be so aggressive."

Lei sighed, grabbing a towel to dry her hand.

"Fuck you, Felix" she said, "What do you want."

A scoff emerged from Felix on the other end. "I'm just calling to see how you're doing, I didn't ask to be attacked."

Lei rolled her eyes at Felix's comment "I'm making pancakes, or at least trying to," she muttered, "Bada is going to show up any second now, and everything is a mess, I burned my hand, and I need to put whipping cream and some fruits in these pancakes" she said it all in one breath, feeling overwhelmed and stressed

"It's all your fault"

Felix gasped "Bitch I breathed"

"You got us drunk last night" Lei exclaimed

"You wanted to"

"That doesn't mean you should let me"

The dark-haired girl grabbed the whipped cream, and started spreading it on the still steaming hot pancakes.

"Felix, I wanna die," she heard him chuckle.

"We'll do it together" he said with a smile.

She adjusted her phone better, holding her phone up with her shoulder so that her hands were free. "I'm surprised Hanni hasn't called to ask about Bada" she said.

"She hasn't?"

"No, no call. I'm starting to get concerned," Lei joked. She grabbed the plate filled with freshly cut strawberries and the hot pancakes, and headed towards the other counter. As she got there, however, the doorbell rang. Lei jumped in shock, the plate wobbled dangerously in her hands.

Lei cursed under her breath as she realized the coffees had arrived.Everything was becoming too much for her to handle. The nonstop rambling from Felix, the constant ringing of the doorbell, and the oil burning on the pan she had forgotten about, was turning the situation into a complete mess. She felt like her head was going to explode, and she didn't know what to do next.

The doorbell continued to ring incessantly, and for a moment, she felt like throwing everything to the ground and sobbing in a corner. She couldn't think straight when she was stressed, and that's why she sprinted towards the door with the two plates in her hands and the phone supported by her shoulder.

"I'm coming- Felix shut your mouth"

On the other side of the door, Bada let out a long sigh as she waited for the door to be opened. She had a black bucket hat on her head, with a mask to cover her face. She was regretting her choice of wardrobe now, considering the hot weather in Australia.

Her departure from the group was truly heartbreaking. Bada did her best to fight back tears, trying not to upset her sisters even further. But Yeeun, in particular, was inconsolable, since Bada was her go-to person whenever she felt down. With Bada gone, Yeeun and the other girls felt their world turn upside down.

Bada was overwhelmed and not entirely sure of what was going on. So much was changing so fast, from the bullying scandal to the hiatus being announced to having to move in with a complete stranger. This was definitely not what she had planned, and she wasn't sure what to expect or how to deal with it all. She was just taking everything as it came, fuck it

"Where is that damn girl?", her manager hissed at her, looking at his watch in frustration.

Bada rolled her eyes and felt like she was at her wit's end. She didn't reply, but took a step forward and leaned in to ring the bell again.

As her fingers touched the doorbell, the door suddenly swung open with such force that it startled Bada.

Lei jumped, startled by the masked person she saw staring at her, completely blocking her view.

Her phone slipped, falling to the ground with a loud 'thud'. She completely forgot the pancakes she was holding in the other hand, more focused on the phone

Bada's eyes widened in surprise and horror as she saw the pancakes covered in whipped cream slipping out of the plate, it all happened so fast since she was really close to the door the pancakes fell on her hoodie

If she had been excited to move in with Chenle's sister before, then that excitement was gone now.

Lei felt her right hand become lighter unexpectedly, so she turned her head to see what had happened.

"My pancakes..." Lei gave a small cry of frustration, all her hard work now gone on the ground

"My hoodie..." Lei gulped as she heard the unfamiliar voice, and her gut told her it was the voice she had been expecting, but she refused to believe it. She had gone through enough horrors this morning, and she just couldn't take it anymore.

Their eyes met, and she could see the annoyance in Bada's eyes, and that made the whole situation infinitely worse. An older man was standing behind the tall girl, and he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, visibly annoyed too.

The shorter girl raised her hand and gave an awkward wave "Hello Im Lei"

Lei wanted to run into a highway and hope a truck runs her over as she recalled the the embarrassing first meeting she had with the idol

"Alright, so," Mr. Kang, who had introduced himself as Bada's manager, pulled some papers from his leather bag and slid them toward Lei.

It was a contract, which Lei picked up and started reading intently.

"I need you to sign these papers, it's a simple contract that we need to have due to security and privacy reasons" Mr. Kang said calmly, as Lei gulped and read through the papers.

She could see that there was indeed a clause that stated she could not reveal or leak the information that Bada resides here or she would face legal consequences.

"Alright," Lei's voice was soft, and Bada narrowed her eyes at her as if she was sensing something was off. As Lei read through the contract, Bada saw her face pale in surprise, her curiosity piqued.

'She is breath-takingly gorgeous' Bada thought , her eyes lingering on every detail of Lei's face

Her eyes were sharp and piercing, but soft at the same time. Her plush lips were a distraction, a welcome one. Her hair was tied up in a loose, yet messy ponytail, and her oversized shirt and sweatpants made her look relaxed and at home.

"Alright," Lei picked up the pen and signed the papers, this was it. Her heart was racing, even the pen felt heavy in her hands.

Lei was avoiding Bada's gaze, that girl was too perfect, the dancer is beautiful in the pictures, but in real life she's a goddess. She thought this was gonna be easy and fast but how wrong she was

The man clapped his hands "Ok, I'm done here." He picked up the papers and stood up, saying, "My plane leaves in an hour, so I'll get going."

Bada muttered, "Finally," as she got up and Lei followed. Lei was not small, around 5'8, but standing next to Bada, she felt really short.

Damn

When they got to the door, Bada's manager looked at Lei, giving her a tight smile before looking at Bada with a stern look.

Lei understood the message that was being sent; if Bada's manager wanted privacy, then Lei would give it to him "I'll get the keys for the other house, it was nice meeting you Mr Kang"

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Kang," Lei bowed her head and rushed upstairs.

Bada's manager took a deep breath "Bada, I've already told you all this before, but I can't stress this enough. Don't go out in crowded places; don't post on social media, dont tell anyone about your location"

"Got it" Bada mumbled

"And most of all, don't do anything with that girl that could make things more complicated than they already are."

Bada rolled her eyes at her manager's sentence. She knew he wasn't fond of her sexuality, but Bada could care less. The thought of her manager thinking she was going to have something going on with Lei was hilarious to Bada. She wasn't interested in the girl at all, but it was still entertaining to see him trying to set boundaries that she would never follow anyway.

"I'm serious, Bada don't mess this up. I won't be seeing you again for quite some time, but we'll keep in contact. When we talk again, I'll let you know about the court case and everything."

"You didnt leave yet" Lei's voice made them look towards her "wait- i mean"

She closed her eyes cursing herself, she really needs to think before talking

Bada tried to cover her chuckle when she saw the look on her managers face, it was priceless

Mr. Kang gritted his teeth, this girl "Don't worry, Miss Lei, I'll be leaving now," he said with a fake smile. With one big thump, the door was shut, and a sense of awkwardness lingered in the air.

Lei was fixated on the door while Bada looked around the hallway, taking in the sights. The walls were full of pictures of Lei and Chenle, her and her parents and friends.

"I'm sorry again about your hoodie, just give it to me, and I'll try to wash it," Lei said and Bada groaned at her repeated apologies.

"This is the third time you've apologized, stop," Bada said, sounding irritated now.

Lei felt taken aback by Bada's harshness. She knew that Bada was annoyed, but she wished she wouldn't keep making it so obvious. It wasn't like Lei had wanted the hoodie to get dirty in the first place

She couldn't help but say "Well if it annoys you then let's make it four, sorry" she opened the door harshly and stepped outside

Bada rolled her eyes and sighed under her breath. "God help me" she mumbled, following right behind her.

Lei made her way towards the creamy-colored house in front of hers, unlocking the door to let herself in. She glanced behind her to see if Bada followed her, and she did

"This is where you will stay," Lei explained as she led Bada into the living room. Lei pointed to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room, and added, "You can also enter from the other door too, which is on the other side of the hallway."

Bada looked around the room, noticing the creamy-colored walls and the comfortable-looking couches. It was a small space, but it was pretty, and Bada loved the comfortable atmosphere.

"The bathroom is there," Lei said, pointing at the white door at the end of the hallway.

"I'll show you your bedroom now," she added.

The girls walked upstairs, Bada able to see there were four rooms in total.

Lei opened the first room that was closest to the stairs, and said, "This is your room."

The room had plain white walls with subtle grey accents, creating a simpl aesthetic. The wooden bed frame adds a warm touch to the room "It's really pretty"

Lei didn't reply, instead, she moved on to the next room. "This is the storage room, the other one is another bathroom again. There you have the laundry and everything," she explained quickly.

Bada pointed at the door of the last room, "What about that?"

"It's just an empty room," Lei replied. "We don't use it for anything. So you can use it for anything honestly you can even practice there."

Bada nodded, her hands in her pockets and her hat still on. "Thank you again," she said.

But Lei was having none of it, still bitter from their earlier interactions. "This is your third time saying 'thank you' Bada," she said, her tone harsh and cold.

The idol got goosebumps at the sound of her name rolling off of Lei's lips, to her it was sweet and soft.

"Stop" Lei repeated, using Bada's own words from earlier. Bada bit her lip nodding, she deserved it.

"I'll be going now," Lei said, handing Bada the keys. "The fridge is full, I did the groceries yesterday."

Bada took the keys and their fingers touched for a split second, sending a jolt of electricity between them. Both Lei and Bada quickly brushed the moment off and ignored it.

"If you need anything, just let me know" Lei added.

"Yeah, okay" Bada mumbled, her eyes following Lei as she walked downstairs.She wanted to call Lei's name but stopped herself. It's not that serious.

She grabbed her suitcases and walked into the room where she would be staying. With a heavy sigh, she flopped down on the bed, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. This wasn't going to end well

Bada tried to be strong when she was with her members, not wanting them to worry about her feelings. Lying became easy for her, and the words "I'm fine, don't worry" entered ber daily vocabulary

She knew that her members cared about her, but she didn't want to burden them with her problems. So she put on a brave face and tried to seem strong, even when she was feeling weak inside.

But now, she was alone. She didn't have to be strong anymore, and she could finally let out all her tears. Her tears fell freely, like a never-ending stream, as she finally allowed herself to feel all the hurt and sadness she had spent so long suppressing.

[mindfulstudyquest]

❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲: easy tips to form healthy habits ( based on this alessya farrugia video )

if you don't have a solid night routine, you may as well throw away your whole morning routine, because the decisions you make at night are gonna to directly affect you in the morning and how you go about your day. if you binge watch netflix 'til 1am calling it your "rest time" only for you to wake up in the morning feeling tired and frustrated, it's time for you to build a night routine and stick to it.

pro tip do not try to improve everything all at once, you're gonna fail. just try to incorporate something small in your routine to start forming healthy habits. it might take months, but one year from now it will all be worthy.

𝟭. prepare for the next day ( 📒 )

write down your to-do list for the next day. when i don't plan out my day i just end up doing nothing, because i don't even know where to start. but if you know what you have to do you don't end up procrastinating and start getting things done. also, do not overload yourself with too much things to do, you're just not going to accomplish them all, so keep it realistic.

bonus put the most important tasks on the top of your list so you're gonna accomplish them as soon as possible.

𝟮. clean you room ( 🫧 )

it really depends on when you are the most active – for example i'm a night owl and i can't even imagine cleaning my room in the morning – but yes, removing all the mess you made during the day will help you leaving it all behind and starting fresh new the next day. put your clothes away, remove books, notebooks, make-up products, trash all around and i guarantee you that you're gonna feel so much better.

𝟯. take care of your body ( 🌷 )

take a warm shower that can help you relax, do your skincare, change in your comfy clothes, basically wash away the stress and negativity of the day. last semester i would literally stay at uni for 10h straight and coming back home at 8pm after the gym, i used to take a warm shower straight after that so i could let all the negativity of the outside world slide off me.

𝟰. drink hot tea ( 🍵 )

avoid theine but treat yourself to a hot drink that helps you relax and restore your calm, also take your vitamins and give yourself those ten minutes in your personal space.

𝟱. self love and affirmations ( 💖 )

reflect on your day, write down in your diary all the things that happened, pray, meditate, do your affirmations, leave everything in the past, do not let today's disappointments, stress and frustration affect your tomorrow. the only way in which you can truly move forward is by facing the things that happened today to leave them in the past, tomorrow is a new day.

𝟲. get off your phone ( 📱 )

definitely the hardest part for me. i don't even want to explain why it's so dangerous for you to stay awake scrolling through your phone at night – blue light and whatever – so just be strong and try to get off your phone at least 1h before going to bed, use eye-protection mode after sunset and use blue glasses if you can.

bonus use only red light at night, blue light are gonna inhibit your melatonin production ( which is what makes you sleep at night ).

𝟳. go to bed on time ( 🛏️ )

do not delay your bed time in order to get more dopamine scrolling through social media or binge watching netflix. do not sacrifice your sleep in order to do more work/study ( i did it in the past and it's definitely not worthy ), prioritizing your sleep is going to reward you in the long run. trust and believe.

𝟴. 321 rule for better sleep ( 💤 )

3 hours before bed –> stop eating. it gives you enough time to digest your food so you're not going to waste energy during your sleep to digest and you're gonna wake up less tired.

2 hours before bed –> stop studying/working. you need to drag your brain out of your "fight or flight" mode in order to get deep rest at night.

1 hour before bed –> stop screen time. allow your body to produce the melatonin that it needs in order to fall asleep properly.

[faiirybread]

the bottom ; liam lawson #40

childhood friends are hard to break off. but when she’s dragging his name through the mud he might have to put his foot down.

inspired by the bottom by gracie abrams

tw!! major alcoholism, you’re an asshole for a good 2/3rds of this

part of the shriveled roses series

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user01: oh so they were DRINKING drinking

user02: they’re actually so iconic for that

user03: nothin iconic about alcoholism babes

liamlawson30: i see that promo

yourusername: u know it 🤭🤭

user04: shes just a party girl in a boring world!

yourusername: u know me so well love

user05: it’s so weird how she has alcohol in every post.. just promoting alcoholism at this point

yourusername: girl gtfo, just because i like to drink doesn’t mean im an alcoholic. you know jackshit about me, stop acting like you do, you crusty bitch

user05: i say something about worrying about you and your automatic response is to call me a bitch? reall mature

yourusername: i dont need you to worry about me. im an adult, i can do whatever the hell i want.

user05: well when your posting your life on social media your gonna get judged

yourusername: it’s a post about me going out and partying. i'm an adult who likes to drink. there’s gonna be fucking alcohol you dumb twat.

user06: damn her whole attitude is just bad huh

user07: gonna talk about making out with lando soon?

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user01: liam seeing this like 😧😧

user02: who is she?

user03: liam lawson (redbull reserve driver)‘s childhood best friend. she’s known for partying a lot but lately it s gotten a lot worse 😬

user04: wasn’t she running her mouth about lando a few weeks ago??

user05: wait what spill

user04: a fan came up to her a few weeks ago and asked what she thought of some of the other drivers like lando, and she said he was a shit driver and should retire so liam gets a seat

user05: whattt that's so messed up. Who does she think she is??

You woke up with a headache, wrapped in sheets to your phone going off with a call. With a groan you grabbed your phone and answered it without looking at who it was. “What do you want?” you slurred, and was answered with Liam yelling at you.

“What the fuck is this?? You made out with Lando after saying some shit about him to a fan??”

You groaned, rolling over in bed to find your latest hookup gone. “Liam, it doesn’t matter. I’m fine, ok?”

“That’s not the point! You can’t just say whatever the fuck you want to people who are recording you, and you especially can’t bring me into it!” he ranted, and you could hear him pacing in his house. “Honestly, saying Lando should retire so I get a seat? Are you crazy??”

You sat up, rubbing your head. Hangovers were the worst thing in the world. “God, Liam, just loosen up! It’ll all blow over, ok? Don’t worry. I’ll lay low for a while, stop posting and shit, and they’ll forget about me.”

He answered immediately at that, quick to shoot it down. “No, no! You can’t just sweep it under the rug! This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, and it’s fucking with my career. Helmut’s talked to me about you, and about how you’re screwing up my chances for the Redbull seat.”

“Helmut’s a prick.”

“Maybe, but he’s right!”

“What the hell?!” You couldn’t believe what he was saying! Of all the times to call, the morning after you get shitfaced? You hadn’t even done anything bad. Yeah, you drank a lot. Who cares? You’re an adult, doing adult things.

“It’s the truth! You always get wasted, say some shit to media, and make me look like a fucking jerk! I'm tired of it, ok? It’s like you’re on a mission to fuck up my life! But I can never get mad at you because I’ve known you for forever and my whole family knows you and your whole family knows me and they’d crucify me if I ever made you sad or shit. Because you’re a spoiled brat!”

You sat there shocked at the outburst, opening your mouth to respond but he wasn’t done. A spoiled brat? Since when?!

“Ever since we were kids you’ve had someone like your brother, or your dad, or me to fix everything that you’ve broken. And it’s tiring! I’m not your nanny!”

You stood up at this, frustration turned up to the max. “I’m not asking you to be! I’ve never asked you to do that for me!”

“It’s not about you asking, it’s about you fucking my shit up and leaving it. It's like when you broke that vase at my parents house and didn’t say anything! I had to clean it up. I always have to clean it up. On Thursday I'll probably be asked about your behavior and have to make some answer to clear your name and make me look like I'm not a total prick.”

He stopped, and you could hear him breathing heavily. Shocked, you just gaped at the phone before saying calmly, “You could’ve told me this. Anytime before this you could’ve told me to shut up, to calm down, to do anything.”

“Oh, my, god. Are you fucking stupid?! Did you listen to anything I said?! I shouldn’t have to tell you not to talk to media! I shouldn’t have to tell you not to make out with my competitors! You’re an adult, so fucking act like one! Think a little!”

With that, he disconnected the call, leaving you bewildered, in an empty bed with an aching headache.

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user01: girl.. we need a response

user02: no liam like 😮

user03: he probs got tired of her running his name

user04: soo what were you saying about lando being shit??

user05: i am SO here for the yn slander yall dont know how long ive been waiting for this

It was a few hours after the call, when you had taken a shower, had a meal, and worked off your hangover when you decided to call Liam. I mean, if he could yell at you like that then you can too, right? Honestly, him bringing up stuff from your childhood was so uncalled for. That was in the past, so leave it there!

You sat down at your kitchen table with your phone, took a deep breath, and pressed the call button on his contact. It rang once, twice, a third time, then went to his voicemail.

An automated message began playing, and you pressed the button to hang up. What a jerk! You tried to call him again, and again, and again, but each time it went to his voicemail. You got dressed and went outside, deciding to take a walk around town outside.

It had been a few hours before you had decided to call him again, this time with a notepad of all the points you were going to make to prove him wrong. Tapping a pen against the pad, you pressed the call button on your phone, then the speaker button. It rang once, twice, a third time, then went to voicemail. You hung up and tried again. Again, and again, and again until you got a different answer. Your head laying down on your arm, you reached out and tapped the call button again, and it rang once, then went to voicemail.

You sat up. One ring? Did he seriously block you? You tried it again, hoping it was just an error. One ring, then voicemail, over and over and over. What an ass!

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user1 ‘don’t need your bs’ and it’s friends being concerned about her

user2 oh.. another party

user3 is it just me that’s genuinely concerned?

user4 nono me too, liam and lando both stopped liking and she seems like she’s just drinking away

user5 and the answers from liam during the press conference,, like somethings wrong..

liammm🏎️

hey, are you alright?

this isn’t me forgiving you for anything im just worried about you

party animal 🎉

fuskkc off

liammm🏎️

are you at a party rn?

party animal 🎉

no

art s parlk

jus me amd a borttle

liammm🏎️

love cmon

you can’t keep doing this

party animal 🎉

i kmow

but idk

yiu should get bscl to work

liammm🏎️

send your location please

party animal🎉

no

you werr rifht

i’ve been using you

im sirry liam

liammm🏎️

love please just send me your location

i want to make sure you get home safe

we can talk more in the morning

party animal 🎉

im sorry liam

*location*

You were sitting on a bench, a bottle of korean soju next to you. It was halfway drained, but when Liam texted you it reminded you of everything that had happened and you couldn’t bear to drink more. Staring out at the playground, bright colors muted in the dark light of the moon, just thinking. About your life, your choices, your family. About Liam. It really wasn’t his fault, everything that happened. He had been right. You did use him as a nanny, badmouthing coworkers and dragging his name through the mud. Even now, he was picking you up in the dead of night because you chose to go out and get drunk by yourself. It wasn’t like there was anyone who wanted to drink with you anymore.

You turned around when you heard your name called, to see Liam jogging over to you. “Are you alright?”

You nodded glumly, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. How could you do this to him? He looked tired, and disappointed. You’d seen that look in your other friends, but in Liam it hurt so much more.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” he said, reaching for your arms and gently pulling you up. “I’m sorry Liam,” you said, looking at him, slightly dazed. Why were you doing this drunk? Why couldn’t you do this sober? A pit of guilt grew and grew in your stomach as he ignored what you said, grabbing the bottle and beginning to walk you to the car. Of course he ignored it. This wasn’t the first time you said this. But this was the first time you meant it. Or had drunk you said that before? You stopped.

“Liam, I’m serious.”

He sighed and looked back at you. “I know.” Somehow that made it 10 times worse, and with a wobbly lip, you asked, “Have I said that before?” He nodded, then started walking with you again. “Let’s talk more in the morning.” It struck a cord, how quickly he shut it down. All of this had happened before. How did you not remember? How much of your life had you given to alcohol?

Liam helped you into the passenger seat, and started to help you buckle up, but you stopped him. You wanted to prove that tonight was different. “I got it,” you said quietly. He nodded and walked around to the driver’s side, driving you back to your apartment. The whole time, you were racking your brain for other times like this, just a little bit that you could remember. It hurt your head, and when you came up empty the pit in your stomach deepened.

“How many times have I done this?” you asked quietly as he pulled into the parking garage. He took a second to answer, and said, “I lost count.”

Fuck.

He parked and you got out on your own, stumbling a bit but refusing his help to the elevator and up to your apartment. Was this new? Was he impressed, did he see a change? Or were you thinking like this every night he came to pick you up? You unlocked the door and let the two of you in to the front room that had bottles and trash scattered everywhere, but Liam stopped in the doorway. You turned to look at him.

“I’ll come back in the morning with some food, we can talk then. Are you alright?”

You nodded, and he nodded, then he closed the door behind him as he left. You began cleaning yourself up, washing your face and taking a shower, then cleaning your apartment. It felt like you had been floating in the apartment, not really paying attention to it. You cleaned through the night, not wanting Liam to see the apartment like this when he came back. You had brewed yourself a strong coffee by the time he knocked on your door, and you took your time answering, scanning the whole apartment to make sure it was clean. It was, so you opened the door.

Liam was standing there with takeout from a nearby bakery. He already looked tired. Did he get any sleep last night? Could he see that you didn’t? You have a small smile and stepped aside to let him in. As he scanned the apartment, you took the food and began plating it. Leading him to the kitchen island to eat, he started talking.

“Do you remember last night?”

“Yes.” He didn’t seem convinced.

“I was at the park drinking. You came and picked me up, I asked you how many times you had to do that, you couldn’t remember and wanted to talk about things today. You dropped me off here and said you’d be back in the morning with breakfast so we could talk. Now it’s morning.”

Surprise flashed behind his eyes for a second, but just as quick he steeled himself.

“Did I remember it before?” you asked, looking down at your plate.

“No.”

Just one word told you everything. You had gone too far too many times. “You don’t have to do this Liam. I don’t want to drag you back to me like this.”

He didn’t speak, just ate his breakfast. It was sausage and eggs, with a side of fruit. Yours was a chocolate croissant with some strawberries. You couldn’t eat it.

“Do you want any of mine?” he asked, not looking at you. It was as if he was reading off a script. You shook your head. He sighed, put down his fork, and leaned back.

“You seem more aware this time. Did you not drink as much?” You shrugged. This whole thing felt awkward, like he was your dad after a bad night out when you broke curfew. Except that’s exactly what this was, except he was your friend.

“You were right when you called me. I’ve been using you.” “Was that why you were drinking?”

You shrugged again. You both knew it was a yes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“You want to get better? Throw out your alcohol. Go to every bar and club around here and tell them to deny you entry no matter what. Stop going for drinks with your coworkers. I’d even consider rehab. You’re addicted, ok? I want you to get better.”

He was looking at you now, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. You just kept staring at the croissant. He sighed, and reached for your plate to switch your meals, but you stopped him.

“Can you come with me?” your voice was stupidly shaky, and you cursed yourself for it. “I’ll do all the talking, I just want to make sure I get all of them” He nodded. “Eat first. Did you sleep at all last night?”

You hated how you felt like a little kid, shaking your head before picking up the croissant and taking a bite. “Once we finish that, can we talk more about this? I just feel like I woke up to everything I’ve done, you know?”

“Sure.” it was a short, curt response that you knew you’d just have to accept.

A few minutes later, you finished the croissant and coffee and went to your room to change. You put on a simple outfit that would still make you look out together, but didn’t bother with makeup. Hopefully this would be over fast.

You and Liam set out around town, first going to your favorite club, The Eclipse. As you walked up, you felt your hands getting sweaty, and clenched and unclenched them until you felt Liam slip his hand in yours and give it a gentle squeeze. “You got this. It’s the first step that’s always the hardest.” You nodded, and walked up to the bouncer. After explaining to him your situation and how you were trying to quit drinking, he agreed to turn you away and call a cab for you if you turned up at the club. After thanking him profusely, you and Liam went on to the next club. And the next. And the next. It was not a short experience as you had hoped, it was long and embarrassing and tiring. Eventually you reached the last bar and confirmed with the owner that you wanted to be on the no-serve list, then turned to Liam.

He was smiling at you. It was a soft smile, but still there. You could see the pride in his eyes as he held out a hand to you, and you gladly took it, a small smile on your face too. “You did good. I’m proud of you.” He said, walking back to your apartment. “Thank you. I’m sorry it took me so long, and I'm sorry I didn’t listen to you before. I just feel so stupid for letting myself get to this point. And I feel so bad for hurting you and your career.”

“This is where you show it. Ok?” He said, shaking your intertwined hands and looking at you. “This is you showing me that you’re serious about everything you’re saying. Now you just need to stick with it and prove that you’re serious.”

You nodded, meeting his eyes with a watery smile. “I won’t hook up with Lando Norris again.”

He rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand jokingly. “Too soon, man. Too soon. Ugh. I got so many calls from Christian that day.”

“I’m sorry, truly. And I was such an ass when I answered you. And when I was like, trying to call you back. God, I just fucked up for the past 6 months. And I can’t even remember it at all! I just lost so much of my life.”

“But you’re pulling yourself out. And that means a lot to me. I’ve tried to get you to do this before, you know? You always dragged your feet and stuff.”

“Really?” You asked, looking at him with wide eyes. “See, this is what I’m talking about! I have zero recollection of that!”

He chuckled, and swung your arms as you walked. “This is a new chapter for you. I believe in you.”

FIN.

authors note.. bam! done! thank god, im so sorry this took so long.. i do have another still in the works that hopefully wont take as long but yeahh this series is gonna take forever.

[xo-zozo]

Rohan headcannons?

a/n: oof, i can try but you’ve been warned… it’s not gonna be good (because we don’t know too much about him) and it's not gonna be really long... credit to @x-liv25-jamieswife for helping me

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he’s a BIG wine drinker and if you give him any kind of wine he cane always identify what kind it is and everything

he has a stepsister that he grew up with but now he’s not close to her and he thinks about it all the time

he a HUGE germaphobe and he was always has hand sanitizer and wipes with him just in case

he can play the harp (or some other fancy instrument but no one knows because he thinks it’s embarrassing

even though he’s actually really good at it

he wears a lot of rings and other jewelry on occasion (why am i low key falling for this man 😔)

speaks a bunch of other languages that he’s kinda just picked up over the last couple of years

he used to pickpocket or something for the fun of it but he would always find a way to return it because he would end up not using it

he learned how to fight by himself (bro still lost to jameson tho)

he definitely had some crazy ex-girlfriend or something that was obsessed with him (and still is??)

not a hc but who do we think his love interest is gonna be because i have no idea

whenever he was bored as a kid or needed to distract himself he would study maps so now he just has a bunch of random countries and their locations memorized

he buys a lottery ticket like once a week and he usually doesn't win anything but once he actually got like 300 dollars

lets be honest tho he probably lost the money within like a week from all the gambling and betting that he seems to participate in

has a bunch of secret social media accounts under a fake name so that he can look at what people are doing

he knew who avery was before it was brought up at the devils mercy but he originally thought that she was a gold digger (like grayson did yk)

can we talk about the fact that he had like a crush on her in the brothers hawthorne and it kept making jameson mad like that was so funny

he has a really unique music taste but it's actually kinda good (yall can choose who he listens to because i'm tired)

nice hands... like don't even with me right now

he's always messing with his hair whether or not he's upset or not, it's just a habit that he has since he was younger

a/n BRO I'M SO FAST WITH IT RECENTLY ANYWAY MY INBOX IS EMPTY SPAM ME

[discluded]

It's a good thing they have a professional team handling Mile and Apo's work life because their personal life seems chaotic and a little naturally incompatible but like all good relationships it's about the amount of work they both put in together that keeps them going and helps nurture their bond.

That being said OMG APO having to wait until Mile is asleep so he can meditate and go to sleep...Mile who is up at 3 am posting random updates on social media....no wonder they keep accusing each other as the reason they can't sleep THEY ARE BOTH SLEEP DEPRIVED. NO ONE IS GETTING ANY SLEEP. A mess 💚💛

ajdsfkajs;jfkla;jsdjal;sf Y'ALL. 🙈 pretend to DO NOT SEE IT

@nattaphum put together a good explainer here, but there was SO MUCH of this floating around today, so I will summarize MORE of it

us: okay well they did mention many of those times were during kpwt mileapo: I don't think we've been clear enough. E V E R Y N I G H T

But the host caught them so 🤪

So you're telling me of one those days you spent sharing a room on KPWT Mile stumbled back drunk, and the rest of those days he collapsed because he was so tired, but he also still found time to create a routine where you knew he listened to dharma every night before he goes to bed?

I spent a week with a friend in London in March and had three other friends stay 3-7 days in a row with me all in the last 2 months and I could not tell you a single thing about any of their bedtime habits

DON'T LOOK TOO CLOSELY, LOOK AWAY!!

OK handsome 😔

And finally, but not least:

OK we know Mile can keep rhythm if he's playing instrument, but not if he's dancing and Apo can't keep rhythm when he's dancing, so i'm gonna have to blame Apo. Sorry. I'm picking sides.

In conclusion,

feeling unhinged in this chili's tonight....

[littlehypnone]

Sorry to say so but even I got nlocked by moonie just for giving them advice. They clearly take anything as hate even if it is meant well.

I can only say as a trauma survivor you need to be made of steel if you start working or talking about trauma on social media in any form. If you are still emotionally sucked into the same feelings you will only gonna hurt yourself in the process.

Trauma is a process and a vulnerable time but don't expose your innerself to the outside world if you are not ready to deal with people who have never been hurt. There is so much stigma around trauma and dealing with PTSD some unsocialized fucks just live to press your buttons.

I really mean this genuine. They don't deserve hate but people won't stop. That's what internet culture has become.

okay first of all I don't want this blog to become a shelter for all the anons moony has blocked plus Im nobody's lawyer so, and this is to everyone, that's enough. also look at what I'm saying here through a filter because I'm tired and angry at something irl and in pain and I don't have energy to be polite anymore today

second of all, I don't know how your asks to moony were wonder but she is too nice for her own good and blocking people is her way of protecting herself and good for her. unsolicited "advice" is a lot of times no better than straight up hate. you seem to be under impression that moony is a dumb child who does not know how the world works. she's an adult, a very smart one let me add, and this is not the kind of "advice" she needs. if any

it can be hard, sharing stuff on the internet, and yes you should be aware of the effects it can have on ones mental health but it seems like the perfect solution for you would be to just stop. for many people, myself and moony included, writing and sharing it with a world is fun but also a coping mechanism of a kind. yes the world is messed up and internet sucks but we won't just stop doing everything to avoid that. and even though we realize all the hate has unfortunately became nearly a norm nowadays we can and will complain about it because it still sucks

no, moony does not deserve hate and unfortunately we are aware that it is not very likely to stop. but it's not moony that is to blame because she simply tries to enjoy herself and share her creations with the world. no, the only people to blame here are the haters. you, dear anon, have to understand that moony (or the general we) is only trying to have fun on here and is getting undeserved hate for that. she deals with that hate but it's still overwhelming and discouraging as hell and it should not be happening. that is all and while from this ask of your alone I can see that your intentions are, more or less, good, it's not that that counts

that is all from me and that's enough on the topic

[dilfsdump]

Carlando : When carlos is tired.

back again, with blurbs/drabble whatever it is. i think about this, because of the amount of hate/shits thrown at carlos (that i saw online), and it breaks me ngl :(

pairing : carlos sainz jr x lando norris

warning : slight angst, fluff, lil pet names(?), lando comforting carlos and taking good care of him, kisses also!! THEY ARE BOYFRIENDS (english is not my first language)

Bahrain GP race day is coming, everyone in the grid are busy. Some training, upcoming practices, meetings, media day and list goes on. It's carlos last season in Ferrari, it's been crazy pre-season for him. There's pressure, he's not feeling really well, mentally. He just suck it up, because he need to focus.

His results on testing was good, after testing he did not hold back and continues to train. He really wanted a good season, even though, he's a tired man. He's tired of pushing too hard, but he can't even stop doing so. Lando, knows Carlos really well. He know it's hard for him these days.

Haters are barking and barking, not a day he didn't notice a crap thrown for him, tweets, comments, it's everywhere. After the press, Lando walks to the 55 driver's room, everyone in Ferrari just let him through, they know what's up. Lando knocked two times, "Carlos, can i come in?" he's waiting for the response, until Carlos shout back "Yeah, it's not locked."

Lando open the door to find Carlos— just on his couch, looking frustrated, his hair is a mess. Lando sits beside him, facing the Carlos he rarely seen. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Lando taps and squeeze the Spaniard shoulder a bit. Loud sigh was heard, this room is too quiet.

"Lando, i'm so tired." Carlos pulls Lando by the waist to hug him, Lando goes with it. "You did really well, your testing and all. I saw the social media too, Carlos, it's horrible. But everything they said, was not true. I know you, i know you're a hardworking man." Lando pats his back, soothing his tense body.

"Thank you, for always having my back." Carlos feels his burden slightly taken away, he really needed that hug. Lando pulls him back again, making his face landed on his chest, stroking the long hair, making Carlos relaxed under his touch. "I will always have your back, silly. I hate seeing you like this, i feel sad too, Carlos."

Carlos looks up, their eyes meet. It's been countless of times they're like this, but they still feel the sparks. Lando smiled, giving a kiss to Carlos' forehead. "Your eyes, so pretty.." yes, Carlos is still whipped after hundreds or thousands eye contact with Lando. "Says the man with big brown eyes." Lando chuckles, kissing his cheek this time.

"I don't know how i will be doing tomorrow if you didn't come here and comfort me." Carlos rarely showed that he's vulnerable, but when he did, he did it in front of Lando. "Baby, i told you already, you can always share the hard times with me, and i really mean it." Lando rolls his eyes, making Carlos giggled a bit.

"Cariño, may i kiss you?" Carlos asking, which Lando agreed to that. "Yes you may, love." They kiss, it's soft, gentle. No demanding moves, they are in sync. Carlos hovering Lando, just to adjust a little. They smile between the kisses. Carlos pinched Lando's nose playfully, rubbing each other's noses.

"Are you feeling better now?" Lando asks, his hand still busy playing with the older guy's hair. "I feel way better, your hugs, kisses and cuddles are magic." Carlos is comfortably snuggling to Lando, his hand caressing the younger's cheek, sneaking kisses to his jawline.

Carlos will be fine, because it's Lando to the rescue.

(that's all, i really love carlando).

[cursedcola]

Prompt: What would they do to celebrate your birthday?

Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Octavinelle, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You’re here: Heartslabyul!

A/N: Hey everyone. I know I have requests backed up to the nines but was my birthday and I need some comfort teehee (I am also SO mad that twst doesn’t have a thing for the MCs birthday >:( ). Some are longer than others because the inspiration train hit, but I really don't care. I love me my boys, what can I say? I hope you guys can read this for your birthdays and be happy :)

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle arranges a private celebration. Likely requests permission to bring a small table with chairs into his bedroom. Then decorates it to seat dinner for two. White lace tablecloth, single red rose in a vase, candles, etc.

Asks Trey to bake your favorite desert because he does not trust himself to mess it up. He did make a few attempts but they did not come out as edible. As much as Riddle wants you to enjoy something he made, he also does not want to be charged for murder.

The celebration is a surprise. He does not act as if he forgot your birthday, but he does enjoy some light teasing. Purposefully letting you know about the 'surprise,' and reminding you to remain patient. It’s quite sinful how much he enjoys toying with your feelings. Like a an unlocked achievement, your restlessness is like giving him a taste of a forbidden sweet. He wants more…yet it is only pleasurable on special occasions.

He asks you to show up to his room dressed in formal attire. He wears a white suit with his best cufflinks. When you arrive the room is dark save for the lit candles, and he takes the special occasion to bend the dorm rules. Eating after dark and having his romantic partner in his bedroom? How scandalous.

Gifts you something practical: a study guide. After you whine for a moment he'll quit being a sadist and instead gifts you a rose brooch. Still practical, and shows that you belong to him hehe

"Happy Birthday, my precious rose. Do not tell anyone I said this but...I would be a shell if not for you. I hope to one day repay this debt of happiness, if you will have me,"

Trey Clover

Trey would not arrange a party of his own. Something tells him that you will be celebrating all throughout the day. If he demanded your attention all for himself, would it even happen? Unlikely.

Trey leaves the celebration to everyone else. He allows them to tire you out and for you to feel special. When all is said and done, he'll walk you home but swing by his dormitory to pick up something 'special'.

He brings out a wicker basket, and inside is full of handmade sweets. You had already eaten treats with everyone else, but these are a Trey special. Little candies that will last you weeks if Grimm doesn't sink his paws into them first.

At the bottom of the basket is a dental hygiene kit. Yeah...he's not the best at romance but is trying.

"It's bad, isn't it? I knew I should have went with jewelry. I'm so sorry, but you can still use it right? You're supposed to change your toothbrush every two months...I'm doing it again, I know. Happy Birthday,"

Cater Diamond

Cater arranges for an all-out birthday extravaganza! Nothing is too good for you and he will be making sure that you have the best day imaginable

Which means that you will be spending it with him alone, teehee. You are cutting class whether you want to or not. Grimm is being left at home and Cater is taking you out to have some fun. First you will go to one of his favorite cafes, and then afterwards the world is in your hands. He'll take you anywhere, just say the word

He takes plenty of pictures, and posts them to his social media regardless of it being proof that you are cutting class. He documents every place you both stop, and if you seem to like something then he buys it. Simple. He just wants you to have a good time and be happy.

Despite his detest for sweets, he takes you to get a birthday treat. Begrudgingly taking a bite of the cake but only if you agree to feed it to him. He gets permission to light a sparkler on top of the treat, and snaps a photo of your face watching it burn out. That one he doesn't post, and instead keeps as his lockscreen.

He gifts you a cellphone strap, and at the end is one-half of a pair of dice. To make a point, he cheekily lifts his own phone to your face to show the matching strap attached.

"Nee~ Did you have fun? Much better than being dragged around boring lectures, right? If only I could have you to myself like this every day...Happy Birthday!"

Ace Trappola

One-third of team "Oh Shit I forgot,". Other members are pretty obvious but will be clarified soon.

Yes, Ace forgot about your birthday. In his defense, you did not mention it at all and he is known for being a ditz on "occasion". He scrambles to come up with a celebration the day of and utterly fails. Luckily other students had plans that he was able to piggyback on.

Yet...he does get a bit jealous. Since he planned nothing special, he had to share your attention with everyone else. As your boyfriend, he should be the one spending the most time with you. Since your family is in another world, he is the closest to your kin and demands his superiority to be recognized.

Which...backfires in his face. He thought it would be funny to shove your face into the cake after blowing out the candles. Why? I don't know, ask him yourself. Yet now he is been banished from the party room and your pictures are ruined.

He feels bad, yet not enough to apologize verbally. Ace waits out the night, and the next day shows up at your dorm in the morning with his show-magic kit in hand.

Since he didn't get you a present, why not put on a show? While you eat breakfast with the Ramshackle ghosts, Ace entertains you with flashy card tricks and puns.

"Ah...that's good. You're not mad at me anymore. Huh?! You are?! Putting all this together wasn't easy y'know!...yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. It's a bit late, but Happy Birthday,"

Deuce Spade

We have hit two-thirds of team, "Oh Shit I forgot,".

This is entirely out of Deuce's character. If his mother found out that he forgot his partner's birthday, he would be strung up and left to hang with the crows. You see, Deuce thought your birthday was the week prior. Which means he set everything up much earlier than needed.

He wanted to act on impulse and whisk you away to visit his home. He did, really. Yet that is not what a proper student would do and he doubts that you would appreciate the spontaneity. So, what's he do?

Calls his mom, of course. Asks her for advice on what to do, or more specifically, "Mom, please tell me how to not mess this up I don't know what I'm doing anymore-"

He keeps it simple. A treat and a present. Yet...his inner Deuce gets the better of him and he decides to decorate Ramshackle with streamers while you are asleep.

Nothing makes him more ashamed than getting chewed out by ghosts. Not only did he make a mess, but it wasn't even your birthday!

Shyly, he pulls out the treat and present from behind his back. It's nothing much, really. Just a pair of gloves for the winter. He's no good at picking gifts and went for practicality.

Yet despite the scolding he received, your smiling face makes him willing to do it all again.

"I'm sorry for botching everything, but I want you to know how much I appreciate you! Happy Birthday!"

[b0njourbeach]

Could I ask ur thoughts on cater? Rants or HCs are fine. (Coconuts are the ambrosia of the gods).

There's something unique about Cater: He's one of the very few people where I can use a single word to express my feelings about said person:

Masquerade.

He's a Masquerade on his own, so many faces, so many hidden masks, so many personalities, so many thoughts - Only to hide the shallow being underneath. I'm not saying that he has no personality but I'm quite convinced of one thing:

He has lost himself in the roles he pretended to be - To the point where not even he knows who he really is. The masks he was wearing on a daily, the ones he kept changing to suit whoever he was talking to, they became of what he is now, layers over layers. Even if you were to take some of them away, you'd be faced with more layers. What would be left if you'd peel them all away? Not even Cater knows and I believe he's afraid of getting to know whatever lies underneath it all. There's also another thing I genuinely believe he's terrified of:

To be confronted with his inner child. To "look" at little Cater, to see his wounds, his tears, the pain in this child. And hell knows how hard he's fighting to silence the young him. He knows it's wrong but he's convinced that if he tries to heal, it would just go horrendously wrong. So he ignores it, bottles it up and locks it away for no one to see. And what is most effective to hide all the pain?

A bright smile and a bubbly personality.

Yet, he can't stop longing for the positive attention, for the support, for the praise, for the feeling of being *wanted*. He knows that his connection to his phone is far beyond unhealthy but the simple serotonin created by positive reactions about his posts keeps the depression at bay (Though it has its negative impact as well: If a post doesn't hit the hoped attention, it can quickly mess with his mind.)

He's a boy who wants to be loved and cherished, who wants to be *wanted* - But he's also a boy who has trust issues, who has commitment issues. (Honestly, the best proof about this is literally Caters Wish during the 'Wish Upon a Star' Event.)

I have noticed something to "prove" my statement of Cater being a Masquerade on his own and I'd like to point out something about the Heartslabyul Unique Magics (Not Riddle and, obviously, Ace):

Deuce: "Beat the Limit", After taking damage, he can cause the exact amount of damage to the other person. Nothing too wild, right? Wrong. We know about Deuce's Delinquent Past - A person who would often get in fights. Deuce still gets paid back with the things he has done in the past to others even though he tries his hardest to become an honor student. You see what I'm trying to point out?

Moving on to Trey: "Paint the Roses"/"Doodle Suit", giving him the ability to change the characteristics of things (Scent, color, taste, etc). 'Why would you point it out? It's just some changes', is it, though? Trey, the oldest brother AND vice Housewarden. Both positions where you take quite the responsibility (whether you want or not) and you've gotta cover up quite some messes - Especially if you're supposed to be in charge of your younger siblings but they refuse to listen to you. Can you follow me on here?

Now to the person we were talking about: Cater.

"Split Card", magic that gives him the possibility to create copies of himself. Multiple Caters, multiple people yet the same face. The same body, the same hair, the same eyes, the same voice - But just a tad bit different after all. Do I have to say more?

I'm tired of people only seeing his social media addiction. Yes, he's concerningly good at hiding pretty much anything behind Silence or lies (I mean, if you remember Book 1: He didn't even have the courage to admit that he despises sweets. If Trey hadn't noticed the "coincidences" of Caters' helpless attempts to avoid sweets, probably no one would've done so). I can also see him have quite the rejection sensitivity which pairs up "nicely" (<- meant in a sarcastic way) with his inner insecurities to the point of severe overthinking. An endless circle that keeps on going in his mind.

Have I said everything about my boy? I think so. Moving on to certain HCs!

He definitely has ADHD (medicated). Idk how to explain it, I saw someone having that HC and it just made sense, so I adopted it.

(Mention of SH/Scars, skip this paragraph if it triggers you.)

I can't explain this either, but I feel like he has definitely played some.. offline fruit ninja iykyk. Not on noticeable spots (I could imagine him going for thighs or hips). He'd also get "accidentally" injured (dropping a glass "on accident" and "accidentally" cuts himself on the pieces as he tries to pick them up etc).

He has a specific playlist that breaks him mentally whenever he listens to it (Songs such as "Daddy Issues", "Mama's boy", "Stressed out", to give a few examples) - He plays it when he's 100% sure he's alone, so he can have a mental breakdown on his own. In a way, it's his way to make sure he'd never have a breakdown in public or in front of anyone at all. A means to keep up the happy face, in a way.

His "loss of individuality" started when he first entered elementary school bc he wanted to have many friends. It just got worse the older he got until he fully lost himself during puberty.

Ever since Trey found out that Cater dislikes sweets, he always made sure to not give him any sweets (and if he had no choice but to give him a tart, for example, he'd secretly use his UM on the slice).

Jamils favorite white person to cook for because he doesn't have to hold back on the spices (In fact, I wholeheartedly believe that Jamil is actually concerned whenever Cater adds more spice than there already is).

He talks a lot that makes him seem very opened up but in reality, he talks a lot to hide even more. (This is an actual psychological phenomenon btw.)

Cater never/barely makes decisions on his own. He always asks his friends or even just his classmates (this one seems almost Canon, given Book- 6? Was it Book 6 when the third years had to fill out their orientation stuff?)

Co-dependency with his family. He wants to leave them all behind for good but guilt would be his daily friend.

After facing two overblots (Riddles and Leonas), he did some digging on what can cause said OB - Cater is full aware of his high possibility of OBing himself and has caught himself day"dreaming" about it.

(He was also definitely a child that would wish ill upon himself - Having an injury so bad that he has to stay at the hospital just to get genuine attention for once.)

[celticcrossanon]

Hi Celta, I hope you don't mind me asking, but I'm very interested to hear your thoughts on the book that Omid ( ably assisted by the Harkles, IMO,). I can't believe it was allowed to be published, honestly. Is there more to it than we realise?

Hope you're feeling better x

Hi NZCarol,

I was feeling a lot better and planning to come back and start blogging again this weekend.

Then I got covid (thank you family members) and now I am a miserable mess.

With respect to the book:-

I believe the writing and structure is dreadful, which explains why his first book had a co-writer.

It is very clearly Meghan and Harry speaking through the author, Meghan moreso than Harry imo (although Harry is by no means blameless).

it is also very clearly an outpouring of spite and hatred against the BRF, specifically the King and the Prince and Princess of Wales. The contents are apparently a repeat of all the gossip from social media, so old news and stale news.

I think the three people involved in writing the book (Harry, Meghan and their mouthpiece) wrote it to vent their spite and hatred, and that it was designed to cause as much trouble for the BRF as possible.

I also think that those three people grossly underestimated the ability of the general public to see through their bullshit and to understand exactly what they are doing.

The only real point of interest that has been picked up by the media is the naming of the so-called royal racists as King Charles and The Princess of Wales, which is a) unbelievable given the named people's past history of behaviour b) clearly an attempt to boost sales and c) not to be believed as that story has changed its details every time it was repeated, right from the start with two version being given in the Oprah interview. With both the author and Meghan being proven liars in court, it is difficult to take anything they say with any degree of veracity.

@emmashouldbewriting has explained that the agents handled the English version rights, but the author themself handled the foreign language rights, which means that the version with the names that was translated was supplied by the author

I think the author saying the names was a mistranslation is a lie. That is not how translation works. I think including the names of the royal racists was deliberate, to boost sales and to cause problems for the BRF. I also think that by blaming the translators the author has done a lot of harm to two innocent people.

I think the book is a targeted and deliberate attack on Charles, William and Catherine, and it is designed to make Charles look like a bad king. I have no idea why someone would write this apart from spite and malice. From the title and the blurbs, the author clearly thought that this book would take down the monarchy and finish it for good, but to do that the book needed several things it is sorely lacking, such as coherence, an organised structure, and truly shocking information about corruption backed up by proof instead of stale gossip that has done the rounds many times before appearing in the book.

I think the book was a definite attempt to undermine and discredit the British Monarchy, I think it has failed, and I think that Harry and Meghan will now scramble to disassociate themselves from the book with more lies, if they have not already done so.

The question now is how will King Charles respond to this collection of obvious hatred. Any reaction will be twisted by the author and Harry and Meghan into more publicity, so there is a case for ignoring it (continuing the grey rocking), but there are also the questions of how far is too far and when do you have to take steps to protect yourself and your family.

By itself, I believe the book is nothing more than an incoherent jumble of opinion mixed with old and tired gossip, seasoned with a liberal does of spite and malice, but it is part of a bigger pattern, one of continual malicious attacks on the BRF by Harry and Meghan. Is it time to shut the couple down for good, and if so, how would you do it so it is both decisive and effective? I think those are the questions facing King Charles and his response with either fix the situation for good or male it much worse.