#like im just a cashier but it feels like its killing me sometimes. it feels like a job like that shouldnt be allowed to do that to you

[ouroboobos]

the more i mull on it the more it actually really fucking irritates me that my job is this taxing. like im literally a cashier i do not have a difficult job and yet i still dread going in every single day and come home completely fucking drained physically and psychologically. to be fair i am mentally ill so im at a disadvantage anyway, but it feels like it should not be allowed to be this exhausting and stressful for such an unfulfilling job. you know what i mean. like its not like im a fucking lawyer or something. why is customer service allowed to take this much out of me. i literally have stress dreams about it almost nightly. for 13 bucks an hour

[ickadori]

Cashier turned babysitter toji drabble had me going crazy in my head and i aint even a writer but i wanna write a story for this but holy shit i cannot do that so i made like lil bullet points to share with u, it would be like such a sweet slow fluffy burn

• Toji decides that having a babysitter would be pretty convenient, especially one that can see the chaos that can be found in his life and accept it (his dogs completely ruining the shop)

• Reader wants to start right away cause money. Bills aint gonna pay themselves

• Reader doesnt have alot of experience with kids but tries she best with megumi, and loves to see the dogs

• Would eventually realize something kinda funky going on like how these damn dogs popping out from mid air and shit but she doesnt wanna talk about it cause what if it compromises the money

• Relationship grows with toji, megumi and the dogs

• After a long while one time after megumi was put to bed, toji came back late and kinda wounded and bloody and hes like yea im good but readers like hmmmm no u aint that aimt normallll, she aint like experienced with treating injuries but tries her best to help him

• Maybe he'd like tell her more about their life and sorcery or his line of work, maybe only small details but enough for reader to get a picture

• I'd like to think that the story still goes mostly with the plot but with toji being way more involved with megumi like an actual dad

• He'd still take the job to kill riko but reader would get a bad feeling in their gut about him leaving and would try to make him stay or take a different offer

• He would still refuse and the story would carry on as usual with him fighting geto + gojo and killing riko

• But i dunno man maybe reader got toji on fucking Life360 or something and tracks his ass down before gojo and toji rematch start going down. Begging gojo to spare the guy cause hey he was just doing a job u should be going after the one who hired him.

• Somehow someway it fucking works yippie

• Megumi probably still goes to jujutsu high and gets mentored by gojo beforehand cause like i dunno interested in the son of the guy who managed to kinda beat him. I wanna think their dynamic stays the same cause its cute and wholesome seeing sorta-dad gojo

• Toji and reader get to have lovely romance and eventually reader moves in and megumis once babysitter becomes his step mom and they live happily together

If you ever made a part 2 or continuation of that lil drabble i would comburst from happiness. I adore ur writing and how you characterize the characters and protray them.

firstly, you can always write!! even if you don’t think you’re good, if you wanna write you should :p it’s a skill that you build and no one is perfect when they start 🩵

secondly, I LOVE THIS!! i will admit though that i’m not a toji fan so a part 2 is unlikely but i love this idea 🥹 reader sticking around despite the awfully strange things happening because they need the money, and megumi has taken quite the liking to them as well so they’d feel bad just up and leaving. it’s clear that the kid doesn’t have him mom around, and he might be compensating for that by latching onto you, but you don’t really mind it, and toji hasn’t voiced anything against it so you just go with the flow.

megumi is a nice enough kid, too, even though he sometimes does the weirdest things with his hands — you guess it’s some type of signal, because it time he does it, his dogs seemingly spring up from out of nowhere and go rushing over to him.

once megumi starts developing his technique more and things start getting harder to write off, i imagine toji would very briefly mention all of the sorcerer and jujutsu stuff to you, just enough to assure you that you’re not losing your mind and are the only one seeing ugly, goblin-like creatures lingering around.

he doesn’t tell you about his job, but you’re a snoop and he doesn’t exactly do a great job at hiding all his sensitive information in the house. you don’t approve of it, obviously, but as the saying goes, out of sight out of mind. he did it before you came, and he’ll likely still continue to do it even with you voicing your distaste for his employment.

i feel like reader might somehow get wind of the riko thing, and they choose then to cut ties with toji. they had held on so long because of megumi, but also because they had (begrudgingly) actually come to maybe possibly like toji, but just a tad bit, nothing serious!

anyways fast forward and gojo does him dirty LMAO but maybe he only loses his arm. and yeah, he’s strong enough to keep doing what he does with his limitation… but he thinks he’d rather keep you by his side instead, so he hangs up his weapons.

megumi goes the sorcerer route, scouted by none other than gojo, and at first gojo had done it to get under toji’s skin. rub a bit of salt in the wound, but then he comes to care for megumi as well, and it’s not uncommon for you break up potential fights between the two men when gojo dubs himself as ‘megumi’s better, cooler, hotter father’, seemingly uncaring that he’s labeled himself as toji’s husband

[vhscassette]

its so silly but going out and touching grass really saves me every day. talking to people. going to drag shows at the club and flirt with men twice my age and feel safe with my shitty neckbeard. going to sex toy stores with the always same gray carpet and side rooms with shitty porn on dvd and magazines, the fifty year old woman whos hands shake uncontrollably and told me how back in the day she was a 'fag hag' and the gay friends she loved. told me about how she huffed poppers all the time as a teen, the tiny rush and jungle juice bottles right against the glass. two whippets.

in my job i am constantly surrounded by queerness, death, and loss from a distance. i fight laying in bed and completely losing faith in the world, a revolving door of people whove come and gone and gone and gone and gone. and then the next day im at checkout with the sixteen year old cashier at dollar tree and she says 'thank you for being nice to me.' and i say, 'no, honey, you deserve to be treated nicely.'

the older women at my ceramics club meetings gossip about people who are dead and memories from nearly half a century ago. there's grief in the tiles they make sometimes. but we all see a frog in a tutu dancing etched into a clay tile and we all giggle and fawn in adoration.

ive been out of my parents house hopefully for good for around half a year. wanted to kill myself for a good chunk of that, but im realizing that i think im finally becoming free for the first time in my life. not just free to come home at three in the morning, but free as in i finally feel like a human being.

[tinyaibou]

not finishing college just hanging over me constantly as i look at jobs and --- oh god my favorite bag is starting to fall apart i just got it what the fuck (ANYWAY)-- and i dont particularly WANT to do college again but i do want a job with benefits that would let me afford like an apartment in the state i live in (california being notoriously difficult to uhhh afford to live in). like yeah roommates would obviously have to be an aspect of my life but socially i am just soooo. hm. hermit-like....

like i dont have experience in anything like the only job i have that counts is the one i have right now and it is literally just fast food server/cashier. which is frankly nothing!!! I dont know what im doing or how the fuck im going to get anywhere close to achieving what i want (move out! have insurance!). I feel so lost its stressing me out.

Apparently one of my moms friends has offered to talk to me about like affordable housing or whatever but im not sure i even qualify because i am a dependent lol. im worried about my dad a little bit even if he is an asshole sometimes i do feel like his job is killing him. i dont want to end up like that and theres nothing in my power i can do to relieve him of that except to not be a constant source of like what.. financial worry for him? so that he can quit his job and not feel like he has to stay there because everyones under his insurance plan from his job?? aughhhhh makes me want to tear at myself.

[laddieseddiemunster]

Frog Brothers Headcanons

Here’s some frog brothers content because they’re pretty underrated. Also, if you want to give me some writing requests/asks please do because eventually I will run out of ideas.

since jamison newlander (alan frog) is older than corey feldman (edgar frog) by a year in real life im going to make it so that alan is older than edgar by a year. from what i know we never find out their real ages, but if someone does know their canon ages then please let me know!

edgar is more talkative than alan. he usually talk to the customers at the comic book store, and will work as the cashier.

that doesn’t make him approachable though. edgar talks, but whatever comes out of his mouth is usually something smart or insulting. he’s really only nice to alan (and sometimes sam).

edgar will legit have a mental breakdown if he can’t find his bandana.

they’re his companions and he can’t be without one of them around his head.

sorta similar with alan and his dog tags

except alan won’t throw a fit if he loses one.

he’ll just shrug his shoulders and buy another.

unless its the one his dad gave him. if he loses that one then he’ll search for it and won’t stop searching until he finds it.

anything their parents gave them is sacred, and cannot be touched by anyone but them.

there are only a few items that their parents have given them since their parents are usually too blazed out of their skulls to pay attention to them.

i honestly feel like edgar and alan have used the truth, justice, and american way speech to basically everyone newby that comes into the comic book store, and they give them the free comic with their number on the back just to see if anyone would call.

they’ve never really had friends so that’s their one way of talking to other people.

on the note of friends, they really don’t care about having any.

they know that a lot of people think they’re crazy and they don’t really care at this point.

so they were probably pretty surprised to get a call back from sam.

speaking of sam, the frog brothers are pretty protective of him.

he is their only friend.

but they will literally beat someone up for him, or at least try.

after the whole ordeal, laddie sort of became their friend.

edgar and alan don’t really like hang out with younger kids so this was a first.

laddie would be better friends with alan though.

also if you didn’t notice in the movie towards the end, alan carries laddie up the stairs when the vamps were about to attack. he didn’t have to do that i mean laddie has two legs that aren’t broken. i think that he did that cause he felt like he had to take some responsibility, and protect the little guy. it could have been just cause michael told them to ‘take them upstairs!’ but still laddie could have ran himself up the stairs.

also in the scene right before sam runs out to save nanook, edgar is explaining how no bloodsucker goes out the same way, and laddie is right there listening. (poor kid he was probably like 👁👄👁). so that probably means that at some point before the attack laddie and the frog brothers had an introduction.

another thing i wanted to add was when sam runs out to save nanook, edgar looks genuinely afraid. like a mixture of fear and worry. he obviously doesn’t want sam to die and he’s afraid for himself. so i think that he tried to kill star and laddie (in the scene when they get upstairs) out of fear because his only friend almost got killed.

edgar and alan rarely get into fights or arguments. not even disagreements really. they mostly agree on everything since they have such similar personalities.

but when they go it gets 𝘂𝗴𝗹𝘆.

since they have such similar personalities it’s like fighting with yourself. two peas in a pod. it mostly consists of them yelling at each other until they’re broken up by somebody. it might even get physical.

usually a fight will end by the two of them acting like nothing ever happened. they don’t really like apologizing, so they’ll just put it behind them and go back to their regular ways.

if one of their fights get physical then they have to get broken up by someone. or else it won’t end. if they don’t get broken up then one of them will have to surrender, and they aren’t gonna do that.

edgar has more of a temper than alan so he usually starts a fight for a dumb reason.

alan is so used to edgars temper that he’ll just stand there and let him yell all he wants. unless he got frustrated as well. then they’re both yelling.

edgar will usually start the fight by get irritated easily and will just start going off on his brother. he tries to keep it to a minimum though cause there was one time where alan stopped speaking to him, and edgar can’t go an hour without getting some sort of communication from his brother.

alan is better at keeping his composure, but there are times where he gets irritated. he doesn’t want to tick edgar off since he knows that’ll start a war. sometimes he’ll just give him a little attitude and a fight starts. most of the time he’ll get irritated by something small and he’ll give everybody around him dirty looks.

if alan is mad at edgar he’ll just give him the silent treatment. he knows that edgar can’t stand being ignored, so he’ll just give him no attention until he gets some sort of an apology from his brother.

if edgar is mad at alan he’ll just start a fight. it could be for the dumbest reason ever and edgar is screaming his lungs out. once he gets everything out of his system he’ll usually forget why he was mad in the first place.

[sevenwonderwitch]

Unholy Bonds

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Fem!OC

Warnings: kidnapping, drug use, germ phobia, robbery, serial killer!michael

Summary: Michael Langdon is a killer, hell bent on revenge. Prudence Bolton is a college student with a dark and cloudy past. When Prudence is taken hostage and forced to work with Michael in order to survive, will they be able to get passed their differences, and see the people behind the scars? A stalker seeks to finish something Prudence started a long time ago. When they come head to head, will Michael Langdon protect her? Or will he add another victim to his list?

A/N: I like to reimagine things that I’ve written for other fandoms. Digging through my archives I can find some really good fics I haven’t worked on in a while,I wanted to rewrite and post this one for Michael because I’ve been struggling with some writers block but this fic has always been one of my favorites I’ve ever written. I am extremely proud of it. There are currently eleven chapters. So while I’m working on the other fics im writing please enjoy this rework of Unholy Bonds

Prudence woke up with a sense of ominous dread. It’s not ever present, it doesn’t wrap around her body and cover her with its presence. But it’s there, in the shadows, something is coming, and she won’t be able to stop it.

It’s inevitable, the second she walks out of her dorm and down towards her car.

She pulled into the gas station a few blocks away from her job, rolling her eyes at the gas prices, and slightly annoyed with how they always seemed to sky rocket when she needed to fill up, but plummet when she was all good. She checked her watch for the time, and mentally scolded herself, if she didn’t hurry she would be late. She stepped out of her car with her wallet, and huffed in annoyance, when she realized she didn’t have her credit card and had to go inside to use cash.

What a great start to my day. She thought, stomping towards the building.

She sighed, upon stepping into the cool air conditioned building, and instead of walking up to the counter and just paying for her gas she eyed the slushie station. Prudence loved slushies, and she could never pass one up. She smiled to herself thinking, fuck it, and strolled over to the slushie machine. There was a man standing to the side of the machine, where the fridges held the drinks, he had a Redbull in one hand and a smartwater in the other. He wore a black t shirt and grease stained blue jeans. His eyes were covered by dark sunglasses and his hair was covered by a blue and white striped baseball cap. Prudence was hyper aware of his presence, making sure to keep aware of her surroundings. She didn’t like the vibe she was getting from this guy. He scared her. Seemed like trouble.

But if he noticed her presence, he never showed it.

So Prudence relaxed her shoulders, shaking her head and began to ponder the flavor she’d get today. Prudence had never been one for conversation anyway. She always kept to herself, due to some social anxieties and quirks she had, that made her ‘unapproachable’ as her mother had put it. But if you had a doctor mother who abused prescription medication and neglected you after your father’s death, you might have some fucked up issues too.

Which is why she found it strange when she felt the man’s presence shift, he’d come closer to her, and she could feel him staring. She kept her eyes down, feeling her cheeks heat up as she pulled a cup from the slot and got ready to pour her syrupy drink into it.

"What's your favorite flavour?" He asked suddenly, and the deep rough voice startled her. She twitched and peek at him curiously through her hair, that thankfully, covered most of her face.

"Coke." she answered meekly. The man cracked a smile, his teeth were perfect and bright. It was almost, alluring. Definitely charming.

“Really?” he asked, reaching out and taking the cup from her. She didn’t have time to react, before he plucked it from her hands and filled it with the drink of her choice. “I like blue raspberry best….sometimes cherry’s good too.” He handed her the drink and she took it hesitantly. He chuckled at her demeanor, cocking his head to the side, that ridiculously handsome smile still plastered to his face.

“Thank you.” she managed after a moment, she placed a lid on her drink and grabbed a straw.

“No problem,” he replied, following her as she turned towards the cashier. She can feel the panic and the nerves rising within her. Why was he following her? As they stood in line, waiting for the other customers to leave, she could feel the man change, his whole demeanor took on a darker, more serious tone. She curled in on herself, hoping he wouldn’t try and follow her to her car. Prudence hadn’t always been this way. Afraid of germs, afraid of touch….Basic human contact. No. If you looked at her high school yearbook, you wouldn’t even think it was the same person. She used to be bright, and outgoing, willing to chat it up with just about anybody, a regular teenage girl. Until Kai. And...Mallory. She shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand, get the drink. Get the gas. Go to work. She took a deep breath, she would complete her goals today.

“Hi! How are you today?” a cheery red head smiled at Prudence, she tried to smile back, and return the enthusiasm, but the feeling of dread was starting to creep back up on her and she couldn’t shake it off.

“I’m fine thank you. Ten dollars on pump-”

“Shut up.” Prudence feels a strong hand wrap around her upper arm and tug her back, she looked up to see the man who had been by the slurpee machine, pulling her towards him, a pistol in his hand, pointed right at the cashier. Prudence squeaked as the man pulls her into him, jabbing the gun into her side. “Give me all the money in the register, or you, and her die. Now!” Prudence flinches at the last word, which he snarled at the cashier. She had her hands up, tears streaming down her face. “Move.” he ordered. The cashier slammed a metal grate down and an alarm began to sound. The man held onto Prudence even harder, yanking her around as he turned to find an exit. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. Prudence shifted, trying to wriggle free. He pulled her closer, he was big and intimidating. He reminded her of Kai. “You’re not going anywhere.” he said. “I need you. Come on.”

Panic began to rise within Prudence, she could feel her breath growing more ragged by the minute, all the things she needed to get down shooting through her head. The man dragged her towards the back of the store and into the warehouse, once inside, he shut and locked the door, shoving her from him and holding the gun to her. Surprisingly, the slushie hasn’t spilled. “Don’t move.” he said coldly. A sob escaped her throat, the bubble was rising, she could feel the panic getting ready to burst.

“P-Please,” she rasped, her throat was closing, she couldn’t breathe.“I-I have money.”

“I don’t want your money. We need to get out of here.” Prudence looked at him confused.

“W-we?” the man grabbed her again, yanking her towards the back of the warehouse.

“Yeah. We. You’re my hostage,” fear filled her as the man’s lips curled into a smile. He pulled a set of handcuffs from his pocket and yanked her forward, cuffing her. “Don’t struggle. And you live.” She was about to faint. The alarm was blaring, but through the sound Prudence could hear the doors bursting open. The same doors she had walked into only minutes ago, it seemed like hours now. The man cursed again, kicking the back exit door open and shoving her through.

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They hid behind a dumpster, he peaked out, looking around to see cops, flooding into the gas station, Prudence shifted uncomfortably, the cuffs were tight on her wrists, digging into her skin. He didn’t seem to notice. “A-are you a criminal?” she asked. He didn’t even turn to look at her, inching forward slowly, his hand still gripping her tightly.

"Yeah."that was it. No explanation. Just a straight no bull answer. As the cops go into the front of the store, the man gripped her tightly and yanked her towards an older Astro van. Prudence pondered why no cops were looking over towards them, how no one could see he was taking her. But it would be just her luck. He threw the passenger door open, shoving her inside, before running around to the otherside and climbing in. The door shut with a slam and he pealed out and away, the cops just noticing as you leave the gas station. The sweet and tasty slushie, left on the floor of the warehouse.

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The van was loud. It sent deep rumbles of vibration all the way down to Prudence’s bones. Like a massage after the chaos back at the gas station. Her hands are still bound but the man had finally stowed the gun. There was no handle on the inside of the passenger door. She was stuck and she stayed quiet. Out of fear. The man drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, listening to a song on the radio. The silence wasn’t tense, but it wasn’t comfortable either. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked softly, so low he might not even hear her. He stopped drumming and turned to look at her for the first time since he’d taken her.

"Wasn't planning on it." He replied. “I just needed some cash….but damn that cashier was quick on her feet. Taking you was the only way I would have gotten out of there alive.”

“W-why do you say that?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. He cocked his eyebrow, finally taking off his glasses, his eyes were a deep blue, they were gorgeous.

“You...You don’t watch tv do you ?” she shook her head. The news gave her anxiety. The only time she left her dorm was for class or work. Necessities. She kept to herself. He chuckled and shook his head as he turned on his turn signal.

“Why do you ask?” she asked a bit louder. She watched his adam’s apple bob and his eyes scan the road, searching for the right answer.

“I uh, I’m in a business most don’t agree with.” he said.

She decided to push a little further, “what do you do?”

“I’m...I’ve killed people.” he said it solemnly. Like he wasn’t proud of it, but he had to do it. Prudence feels the panic begin to rise again. He cleared his throat. “What’s your name?” he asked, changing the subject.

“M-my…..it’s Prudence.” she said, wishing she sounded braver than she felt. “Prudence Bolton.”

“Langdon. Michael Langdon.” he responded, “You know, you’re the first person I’ve met in a long time who didn’t know who I am.” he sighed, clicking his tongue, “You’re a weird girl.”

“Says the man who just admitted to murder being his occupation.” he laughed, shaking his head. She didn’t want to admit it, but she liked his laugh.

“Yeah, maybe we’re both just weird.” He paused and then said carefully, "I won’t hurt you."the tone of his voice is softer, calmer, and surprisingly soothing "Unless you make me." He added with emphasize on ‘make’.

“H-How many…” Prudence trailed off, unable to finish her question. It was strange, she could never talk and be this open with just anybody. She usually just kept quiet, and stayed in her lane. She wasn’t the type of person to make waves. Not since before…..

“How many people have I killed?” Michael finished for her. She nodded, glad to have been pulled back from the darkness of her thoughts. He can tell that she’s got something going on. She looked so small and fragile. Like the china plates his mom used to collect. He really didn’t want to hurt her, and silently prayed he’d never have to. He bit his lip, trying to think of the right answer, “If I had to count….possibly sixty.” Prudence’s mouth fell open in shock.

“Oh my….” she instinctively moved further from him. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of rejection. She focused on her shoes, on the scuffs and the threads in the laces, anything to keep her from going crazy. They sat in silence for a long while. Bellamy began to twitch as it stretched, it was slight, barely noticeable. Except she saw it. "So where are you taking me?" Prudence asked awkwardly, eyes darting to his before looking ahead again

“I’m taking you to my family. You’re my hostage for now, but they’ll decide if you know too much or have seen too much.” Prudence swallowed hard, wondering what that could possibly mean. He must have sensed her worry, because he reached out, only to pull his hand back when she flinched, with a sigh. “Just don’t worry….You seem harmless enough.”

“Can you take the cuffs off? Please? They hurt.” Michael pulls off onto the side of the road.

"Don't try anything, okay? I have a gun." Michael met her eyes as he shut off the van and turned to her, he looked down to her hands. He quickly unlocked the cuffs and sat back. She rubbed her swollen wrists and he started the car back up.

“Are you scared?” he asked after a while. Prudence looked up at him again. She noticed he had freckles, they were light and scattered across his cheeks...He’d be a good subject to draw.

“I….” she bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed, “I’m terrified…..I know that mentally….But I guess I’ve shut down. I don’t really feeling anything.” “Why?” he asked, suddenly curious. Did he want her to be afraid. “I’ve been in….I’ve been in a lot worse situations,” he scoffed at that, disbelievingly.

“You’re my hostage. I had you at gunpoint. I’m kidnapping you and you’ve been in worse situations?” she smiles at how ludicrous it sounds.

“It does sound crazy but….I don’t know. I have a lot of anxiety disorders and I’ve been struggling with depression so I….maybe this was too much and my body is protecting itself.” he pursed his lips together.

“How old are you?”

“19.”

Shit. He thought. She’s just a kid. “I’m sorry it had to be you.” she gave him a questioning look. “In the store. If you hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have taken you.” she nodded, not quite accepting his apology, but understanding, that he knew, she had been through some shit.

“I haven’t…..I haven’t left this town my entire life.” she said quietly, changing the subject. Michael picked up her switch in demeanor and followed it, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah?” she tried to smile, it was small and tight, but she could feel the uneasiness begin to grow again.

“Yeah….where is your family?”

“You’ll see,” he said, flashing her a grin. “You’ll like it better than this dump.” he snorted as they passed the ‘Leaving Arcadia’ sign.

“Why did you come here?” she asked before she could stop herself.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” she nodded, sinking back into her seat. Michael cleared his throat and turned the radio back up. “Better settle in. We got a long drive…..what kind of music do you like?”

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He shut the door behind him. The dorm room was quiet and he couldn’t feel her presence as he looked around. Everything was in it’s rightful place, meticulous and germ freak as ever. He missed her so much. He walked over to Prudence’s desk and lifted the sketchbook that sat open on it, he touched the lines of the person she drew, imagining the way she drew it, the way her hands moved. His heart was racing. It was 4pm and she should have been home now. She didn’t have any friends.

Where was she?

Where was the girl he’d been searching for for so long?

He was dying to see her again…….

[originlist]

@praediitus ( @verfurdc ) спросил(а):

NOW I NEED TO---- maybe---- Carmilla and hektor----- maybe-----

lemme tell u about my ships for my collection of dipshits // accepting // heres just some disjointed thoughts

carmilla and hektor were my main party leads when i first started playing fgo so ive had them on my team for a long time and i have a soft spot for them both ahahah. it makes me happy to think of them hanging out considering i spent so long with them as my leads fjgjfjd

hektors used to dealing with people who have cold royal airs and his response is to just be determinedly casual - a little less lackadasical than he does around others but its just carmilla: i WILL have rancid vibes hektor: yoooo carmilla, inhaling deeply: i cannot be bitter in this situation

hektor is constantly amazed when hot women like him. carmilla is a hot woman. hes perpetually like that one “my wife is so far out of my league that the cashier at the grocery store put a divider between our groceries because he thought we couldn’t possibly be together”. carmillas has an obvious crush on him and hektors just [surprised pikachu] about it

carmilla thinks shes subtle and lowkey but hektor reads her like a book he also figures that like “she cannot POSSIBLY be this straightforward” and then is thrown slightly off key by it so it results in both of them sometimes floundering at each other. be proud of yourself carmilla, ur one of the few people capable of throwing hektor off or making him feel like he can predict someones actions wrong

hektor has a habit of feeling like he needs to Prove to people he cares and is useful by giving them stuff or showing off his level of strength so hes just. carmilla. i got u magic mats. found u a nice necklace. ill kill a dragon for you bc im strong. am i on ur level yet [carmilla crying] you are the Only Man

[fisherfurbearer]

fuck sam walmarts

and fuck management

I’ve had it. Left the store in tears tonight.

as some peoople probably/hopefully know. walmart closes at 6 pm on christmas eve. no one actually gets to leave at 6 becuase of shitty last minute customers. but it is what it is.

this. is really personal but im honestly SO close to just. killing myself? so who cares

basically. had a really really bad last few days. spent a lovely time with family (jessies family, his oma and opa and sister and parents and it was just a great time. theyre more family to me than most of my blood family) but it did make me Sad in Deep ways as we dont know if this is going to be our last christmas with his oma who isnt doing so good. and it just twisted me up a little but was othewrsiwse a great day. but then sunday i just...had a huge breakdown in the morning and decided to use my accomodation (i get 2 excused absenses a month) to cool down and gte myself together. slept a lot. woke up adn got a lot done, felt great, then i CRASHED really really bad, got really angry, lashed otu, took like...8-10 sleeping pills...theyre horrific things and im never doing that again...had to sleep for two days after that...felt horrifically sick, in pain, just awful. had repeating nightmares over and over. which has also been wearing me down recently. wasnt able to work monday either because i still couldnt stand and between the pills and the depression/anxiety and really just. felt like the world was ending.

decided sometime last night id just...try my best to make it in today, work my shift (really long 9-6, knowing i wouldnt leave on time nad htisis my first time working in 5 days now...which is rough...) and if i can get through this, i have another couple days off in a row after that (schedules fault, not mine...do feel awful i missed 3 days before that though...) and we can just. get back on track

today i DID go to work, jessie drove me in

i worked. a long time. im supposed to get a break every 2 hours and a 1 hour lunch

i gott my first break on timeish.

then i got my lunch 6 hours after i got in. at which time i got “locked out” for not taking my lunch and coudlnt do anything on the registers. i was supposed to get it 4 hours in. its christmas eve and excruciating and im still in pain and tired from my previous days breakdowns, but otherwise?? i did really good. i didnt mind at all that my lunch was so late. i was a little miffed, but its ok. i dont care, so long as i get it eventually. anyway they FINALLY noticed i was locked out and got me coverage and i ended my lunch at 4. things continued ok. worked on self checkout, met a lot of regulars i really like, prevented $200 of theft (HAHA WOW that was really really funny i love preventing petty theft. i prevent so much theft every week its my pride and joy) just did okay. then they had us close self checkout that took a little while. then at 5:00-5:10 or so i went to my Manager/Supervisor/”““People LEad” as walmart is now trying to call them, lets call her manager Y, and i told her i still need my break and will i get it before i leave. she said go to register 4. i asked again hey will i get my break though and she said yeah and i thought to mysel HAHA thats not going to happen but ok

really stupid that after bieng locked out the first time she couldnt give me my break before i openned a register with a line i cant get rid of

anywayy i did ok otherwise for a while

but at 5:25 or so i reminded a CSM “hey i need my break still can i get that?” and she just ssaid yeah well try to get someone and then more time passed so much time. i put through an ask on the register “assistance needed”. waited another 10 minutes. “assistance needed” again. starting to get anxious. its past 5:40. the line is so long. theres so MUCH NOISE. Its SO LOUD. the intercom keeps going off, no one is responding to me, i dont have a mat to stand on so my knees HURT,, im not doing okk

i switch my light to flashing/need assistance and start looking for someone to ask for help. its 5:45, i need my break NOW, i DESERVE IT for workng this long ass shift and they already missed several of my last breaks a week ago AND got me locked out today and im STARTING TO GET ANXIOUS PELASE I JUST WANT MY BREAK SO BAD

nnthgen a csm is passing by im about to lose it, so i tell her CSM J, please i really need my break now PLEASE and im starting to ccry and i try to tell her whats going on but she shushes me and goes and gets sometone

im full on tears at this point, im so strreesed out,,

manager Y and some other snooty manager come over andd. ffkcing. ask me whats wrong. im crying and i try to explain im really really stressed out, i havent had my last break, ive been trying to get someone for so long now, i just really need to leave im so sorry

and theyy just. fckkng

ffcking manager Y jjst ssays ok “ill give you your break” and “this is your last break” and i ssaid?? yeah i knoww?? andd she saidd “next time youre like this, just dont come in”

i quote that completeltyyy....i really lost it then...i cried som muchh

this isnt the first itme she said something like this to meee...

she asked me “why are you CRYING” When i had an anxiety attacki n the store once, when ic cloked in and couldnt get myself together,, she didnt give me time to calm down, she didnt listen as to why, she just said “why are you crying. this is a BUSINESS. you cant be CRYING Here.” and i just said ok ill go home bye and leftt

andd when i tried to get my availability changed from 7-9 to 7-6/7-7 because the random late shifts with 7 am shifts was messing me up really really bad and my doctor thinks i need to hcange it too, she just said “i cant do that. thisi sa BUSINESS.” and she wouldnt listen when i said i might have to quit because of this, this is for my health, im literally scheduled 7-2 every sunday in december, busiest day of the busiest month and you cant even chop TWO HOURS off my weekend availability????

andd i jjst

ive HAD IT with her

ive had ittt

im so ashamed and angry and anxious and i still havent stopped cryingg. she called me over to her again as i was leaving and she blamed me for it. she ssaid a customer was upset that i “Screamed” (ues i raised my voice a little but i wasnt screaming??? also the two customers i was attending to when this was going on and i cried were VERY KIND nad jjst said i was doing a good job and thanked me for being there) and called a manager over (but...csm J got them?? not a customer...??) and i cant be acitng like this, i cant do customer service when im stressed,, and d i should just STAY HOME If im going to be like that

then shee fufkcing toold me i DID IT WRONG, that i “shouldve called someone over” I TOLD HER I DID!!!!! I DID!!!!!!!!!! YOU NAIL INTO MY HEAD IM NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE REGISTER SO I DIDNT, I DID EVERYTHING ELSE I COULD THOUGH!!! I REQUESTED HELP TWICE!! I TURNED MY LIGHT TO FLASHING!!! I TRIED TO CATCH A MANAGER WALKING BY TO HELP ME!!! N OONE LISTENED UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE, I DID EVERYHTING I COULD!! yet she seriously told me to my face that “you didnt call anyone”, “you couldve turned your light to flashing” WHICH I DID and sshee jjst said that i made customers uncomfortable and i cant work like thatt and just stay hhome

ii stayed home sunday because i was having a mjor mental emergencyy.

i came in today because i was feeling better and i took it eaasy and ended up doing a wonderful job and mad eso many people smilea nd fixed so many problems that wouldve otherwise upset a lot of folks and i met my regulars and made old folks smile andd i prevented a lot of theft that no one else wouldve caughtt and i jjstt broke down after 9 hours and not getting a last break and all the chaos of register (WHICH BY THE WAY THEY KNOW I DONT LIKE REGISTER!!! I THRIVE ON SLE FCHECOUT!!! THATS MY JOB TITLE!! THATS WHAT I DO!!!! THEY KNOW THISS!!!!) and HER AVOIDING GIVING ME MY FUCKING BREAK and NOT RESPECTING MY FFUCKING METNAL DISABILITIES LJNASDKAJHDBASJSDNAJSNDKANSD

I JJST DONT KNOW WHAT TO DOO

i really want to die and i really want to never go back but i really loved my job i loved helpting people ii jjst hate her so muchhh and i feel GENUINE DREAD/SEVERE ANXIETY jjst SEEING her nnow

she doesnt CARE about anyone but herself shes a horrible peson i cant tell the store manager though cause she wont care either and manager Y has more clout than me so shell just twist my words and make me out as the bad guy as hte “CRAZY ONE” who cries and gets stressed (FOR COMPLETELY VALID REASONS AFTER BEING PUSHED OVER THE EDGE) even tthough i work SO FFRIKCING HARD and do SUCH A GOOD JOB and asdjanjsdhajshdas

i d ont know what to doo

i cant work another job because no where else pays as much or will let me do self checkout only, because being a cashier stresses me so muchh

ii...really wanntted to grow stuff and make preserves and sell bee products and work with folks raising heritage sheep and make more fiber art andd open a little stall at a local market and sell all that,, and offer more online and do customs andd stuff

i know i could mkae money that wa ybut i ccantt start it so sudenly and im too Broken to do it seriouslyy and i dont even want to HAVE to quit because of ONE PERSON But shes done this so many times now and this is the nfinfal streaww

i jjst dont know what to doo...

i cantt stop cryingg

i cant even enjoy christmas nnow. wanted to see my stepdad and give him his presernt and maybe be ok.

last christmas we had to move because our house was condemned after a fire. now im going to have to lose my job because of a horrible manager who doenst respect my metnal health or anything about me reallyy. and unfortunately im such a failure that i cant. do anything else and if i lose this job ill lse my animla sand i wotnt be able to do anyhtingg andd im jjust fucking trash

goddammit i dont know what to do. i really dont. hhahaaa. i just really want to end it. ive come so far and none of it fucking matters because of thiss fucking horrible manager.

[sakuurae]

gaming antics [m]

summary: taeyong has been too distracted by his games lately so you decide to snap him out of it.

❀ pairing: gamer!taeyong & reader insert

❀ includes: smut (fingering, penetration, facial, oral)

❀ wc: 6k

❀ note: Im back! :’) With a new fic about my babe, Taeyong. Haha. I hope you guys like it!

Taeyong had always been an avid gamer.

He would spend hours on end smashing his thumbs all over the game controller while spitting curses to his frustrated friends through a small headset. Those hours sometimes ran into an entire day, and maybe he skipped out on catching a few winks of sleep—to put it short, he was in love with gaming. Since your friendship began with Taeyong you had known how much of a hardcore gamer he was—gaming was how the two of you bonded, so his love for the hobby never really bothered you to begin with.

Not until you started to date him a couple of months ago. He attempted to change his habits and shape himself into a decent boyfriend who could go on multiple dates with you whether they are small breakfast meetups or quick coffee runs. Those lasted for a good while, but he reverted to his original self soon afterwards, almost like the lively dates with you are not as fun as the silly shooter games he spends his life on. He reverted back to the game invested Taeyong—the one that spends more time staring at a flashing screen, furiously pressing on the loose buttons of his controler, than looking at his girlfriend.

You always attempted to talk to him while he took those short breaks. Usually he spent a good five to ten minutes getting water or catching a breath of fresh air outside, but he typically shrugged you off. This time you were going to take a different approach—a very distracting approach.

Two days ago you were lounging on the soft maroon couch in the living room of Taeyong’s stuffy apartment, mindlessly watching television as a simple pastime. It was like watching shows that were a bore would speed up the time in your boyfriend’s current game match. He was cooping himself inside his bedroom, door open since the start of the morning—he wasn’t even holding you when you woke up—and that was the final straw.

You left the apartment after munching on a small breakfast, freshened up and trailed out of his door for the sole purpose of finding something to distract Taeyong from his appalling screen. It was supposed to be a distraction—just enough—like his favorite snacks or two plain movie tickets. Though, you found something that caught your tired eyes way more—and something that would capture his own just as much.

As you walked down the sidewalk with the summer heat beating down on your exposed skin you realized you wanted to bide time. You were well aware that if you returned to Taeyong’s apartment he would still be active on his bed playing video games until the sun will set, so you sauntered the sidewalk, allowing you eyes to roam to familiar parts of the city. That was when you found something that caught your eye.

It was a dainty clothing store on the corner of the block; you never bothered to step one foot inside because the exterior of pastel pink always drew you away. But on that day, you wanted to do all you could to stall time away from Taeyong’s place—stall time from buying a distraction. So you entered.

The scent of perfume and artificial strawberries lingered in the air—far too strong for your liking and it caused your nose to scrunch. Its sweet particles stuck to the thin apparel whether it were to be chiffon or cotton. There was an array of multicolored dresses and folded pastel tees, each looking far too expensive for your simple taste, so you decided to venture deeper into the store. The colors started to vividly pop out more—become more vibrant—the saccharine scent increasing by the step. You allowed your hand to feel the fabric as you dragged it across the metal racks, hands dancing in the soft material. Though, all your movement ceased once you reached the back of the “innocent” clothing store.

Behind the racks and past the towering shelves laid out a not-so-innocent sight before your eyes. Instead of the appealing dresses that were spread throughout the store, charming customers by their pretty pinks and purples, they had a variety of… lingerie. From the purest of white, darkest of black, and deepest of red—each came in silk, satin, or lace. The store maintained its darling vibe, ribbons and bows also available on the shelves in the back, some even adorned the clothing unnecessarily. You gulped, perusing the revealing articles. Jeez, people might as well wear nothing. Though, the clothing did give you an evocative idea.

You considered purchasing one of them—any one of them—because each would appeal to your boyfriend’s eyes, you knew that all too well. Vivid scenarios of Taeyong ogling at your body made you vibrate in excitement; he would ache to place his hands on you and that was all you wanted. To have him strip you of the lace because it got into the way is an imagination that makes your core ache. Finally, you found the premier distraction from that stupid game console of his. You gave it another thought, wondering if you were making the right choice in impulsively purchasing your first set of lingerie. After a mild debate between white satin and black lace you decided to purchase the latter—the one with the arousing garter. You felt impatient, fingers rapidly tapping the counter in hopes that the cashier would speed up. Then, all of a sudden you felt a surge of excitement.

Excitement from what though? Taeyong’s long-awaited attention towards you, or the fact it would lead into something more?

You watched carefully as the cashier bagged your thin, arousing clothing—not the slightest judgement written on their face. They had probably seen more—and you used that fact to calm your nervous jitters. After the cashier finished bagging the revealing apparel with a bright grin, you paid, took the back, and zoomed out of the store.

You held the handle of the pastel pink paper bag close to you, a helpless yet hopeful smile blossoming on your face.

At the moment, you were laying on Taeyong’s couch again with the television flickering its scenic colors. You were dressed in one of his favorite sweatshirts, blue jeans snug around your waist. Oh, and the lingerie you purchased two days ago uncomfortably beneath the outwear. You had bought the lingerie to show it off, but the thing was Taeyong wasn’t giving any time for you to “show it off.” You became impatient, fingertips quickly tapping on the soft cushions of the sofa to zip through time.

“Babe!” you called out to him, irritated.

But there was no response.

You grumbled, petulant, and waited for a few seconds to see if he would respond with at least a loud hum, but there was nothing.

You groaned, “Taeyong!” You raised yourself from the comfort of the sofa with plans to move to his bed.

“Yeah? Give me a second,” he told you, rapid with his attention still deadlocked on the game.

You rolled your eyes and started to trudge down the hall, entering his bedroom with a stern frown. There were flames in your two orbs—flames that Taeyong couldn’t bother to see because he was so invested in gaining one, two, and many more kills within the match. You leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom, a look of annoyance painted on your expression. Your toes were tapping against the hard wooden floor, arms crossed like your fire was being fueled by heated disappointment.

“Okay, okay,” Taeyong let out. You cocked your eyebrow, surprised that he was actually paying attention to you and—

“Alright,” he spat into the microphone of that stupid headset of his, “yeah, I’m going to the west wall right now. Let’s go snipe the-”

“-Taeyong!” you exclaimed with a childish stomp.

The boom of your voice caught him by surprise, causing his body to jolt and fumble the controller out of his clammy palms. The anger that laced your tone swam in his ears and he didn’t bother to hide his character in a safe place within the rebarbative virtual reality, and looked at you with eyes of hesitance. “Y-yes?” he asks, unsure and innocent.

The bottom line: you were mad.

His room wreaked of musk and hints of sweat; thank gods his windows were cracked more than halfway open. Sunlight seeped into his room, lighting up the few fractions of darkness that would soon envelop the perimeter. The sun was setting, ready to fall asleep for the awakening moon. The scent made your nose scrunch—more than the time at the pretty pink store—and you began to walk to him.

You took notice of his appearance: his hair was damp from his recent shower, a loose white tee draped his muscular physique, and his lips were pursed into a pout as if that was his set expression. The frown on your face made him feel like he had committed all the wrong in the world, bottom lip beginning to quiver for he was not prepared to face your wrath.

The look of innocence in his eyes made your expression soften; it was almost impossible for you to express your anger towards your boyfriend. You sighed, and threaded fingers into your hair, grabbing onto his controller. “How do you pause the game?” you asked him, pressing all sorts of unfamiliar buttons on the controller.

“I- well, you can’t pause a live match,” he told you. His eyes trailed to the walls, muttered words of his friends being repeated in his ears, each inquired where he was and why he is idle. He opened his mouth to respond to them, but you took off his headset with care.

“Taeyong-” you tossed the headset to the side- “can you pay attention to me?”

Taeyong’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat, uneasy from the sight of you being… needy. For some reason it was an unexpected sight to Taeyong, something he cannot comprehend. He knew he had been neglecting you for quite some time, but he always assumed it wasn’t that much of a bother to you because you never acted upon it—not until now.

And that was when he realized what he might be doing something wrong.

“Um- sure,” he mumbled, head hanging low as if he was ashamed.

You smiled, a small hint of victory sketching on your face. “Great.”

The game blew a transparent black square to the screen, indicating that the match was over and his team had lost the match they once owned. “You know,” you began, “we haven’t hanged out in a while.”

You used the pad of your index finger to trail from his jawline down to his chin, tilting his head up to lock eyes with your own. Your two orbs were blown with a certain darkness. Lust, want—nothing else but need. Taeyong’s lips parted; no words left his mouth.

“You haven’t talked to me in a while,” you informed with a pout like his own. You rested your two hands on his shoulders, leaning lower by a few inches, and sailed them down his arms so you could grab onto his hands. With his large, sweaty palms in grasp you moved them to your waist, hoping he would get the idea of what you wanted: to have your imaginations come to life.

He was reluctant at first, fingers dancing at your waist as he ran through his jumbled thoughts, and finally he grasped you. “You haven’t touched me in a long time,” you said, voice withering into a whisper. It sounded like your words blended in with the air and the static of the silent speakers.

Taeyong stammered, “I- sorry.” He pulled you closer to him, regret from his actions dawning over him. “It’s just that the game, you know.”

“Is the game more important than me?” you questioned, pouty. “I’m your girlfriend.”

You sat on his lap, straddling his thighs, and he leaned back whilst slowly propping his arms on his mattress. “No…” he trailed off. “I’m sorry it seemed that way.”

You smiled like a vixen, implying the desires in such a simple expression. “You need to make it up to me.”

“With a date?” he inquired, thoughtful in the wrong way.

Your arms tangled with his neck, pulling yourself closer to his physique. You breath twisted with his own, hints of cold mint swirling with cherry candy. “A date?” you repeated, unsure yourself. “Sure,” you playfully giggled, “afterwards.”

“After what?” he asked.

“After this.”

You pressed your lips over his own, catching him entirely by surprise. His eyes widened as your lips danced to the melody of his pounding heartbeat; it did not take long for him to ease into the kiss, and soon, under your electric touch. You coasted your hand to his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his smooth skin before both of your bodies fell onto the soft mattress with a bounce. The kiss did not break—in fact, it deepened. His hands lingered in the air and hovered over your body while he shut his eyes, finding true pleasure in the heated kiss.

His grip found its home at your hips, a firm hold as he attempted to pull you lower over his crotch. You broke away from the desired osculation to catch a quick breath, eyes locking with his own briefly. You smiled at him lively. “What?” he mumbled, cocking an eyebrow upwards.

You were looking at him past the lush curtain of his lashes. “Nothing,” you assured. You pressed your lips into a thin line, patient for the long-awaited moment. You wanted Taeyong to slide his hands underneath your sweatshirt, palms grazing over the smooth of your waist until they meet the thin lace. You giggled to yourself; the thought of Taeyong’s reaction was sure to be risible.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” he commented while pulling you closer to him. “What are you laughing about?”

“You’ll find out,” you mumbled over the tender skin of his neck.

Taeyong merely laughed in response, continuing with the session. You peppered kisses on him, catching a whiff of his scent that appeared to be a swirl of cherry and hints of spice. He raked a hand through your locks, lightly tugging on them to catch your attention. “What are you planning?” he inquired.

“A surprise.” You grinned.

Taeyong’s grip tightened on your hips and he used the open chance to flip both him and you over. His head was directly above your own now, body parallel from yours. Your hair splayed out perfectly on the sheets, surprise in your eyes from his unexpected action. He kissed you again; this time it was more messy, sloppy—almost as if his patience ran thin.

You moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as his hands start to linger at the waistband. His palms slid up your body and back down—a simple tease before he sneaked them under the sweatshirt. Majority of Taeyong’s attention was focused into the kiss, feeling the enlivening sensation that he had not felt in quite some time; well, until he felt another fine layer of clothing adorning your body. His eyebrows furrowed together out of confusion as he rubbed circles onto the exquisite fabric, mind slowly placing two and two together.

Once the light bulb flickered on in his mind he broke the kiss within a heartbeat, a puzzled expression awaiting you. It took once glance at your face that now tinged with pink, your eyes looking everywhere but his own, for him to realize it. “Did you go shopping recently?” he asked you with joy.

You nodded your head; it took every fiber of your being to bite back a smile.

“Shopping for me?” he added, pinching onto your lace covered skin. “Is this my surprise?”

“Mhm,” you confirmed, hand playing with the nape of his neck.

“Mind if I see?” he queried, already hiking the sweatshirt up on his wrists. He moved slowly and with care, almost as if you were as fragile as glass itself, until you graced him with a small shake of your head.

He grinned, pecking onto your nose before he raised himself from you. Both of his arms grabbed a hold of his sweatshirt that you looked comfortably clad in and he soon lifted it above your head, tossing it to the side as if it had no value whatsoever. His gaze fell back on you and the lingerie you bought, glints of surprise and excitement twinkling in his eyes. “Whoa,” he said with a shaky breath.

Taeyong gulped, face flushed with the deepest shade of cherry as he took in your dashing appearance. The lace you chose appeared so delicate; he felt as if it would tear with his light touch. A few ribbons crossed over your chest, some on the side to keep the revealing apparel together, and Taeyong felt an urge to tug on the bows to reveal your whole body. His gaze casted downwards by the inch, almost as if he was perusing the intricate patterned lace on your physique. Then, the fun came to an abrupt halt when he noticed that your jeans covered the rest of the tantalizing surprise.

His fingers immediately began to toy with the button and zipper of your jeans, gaining a sudden rush to rid yourself of the article that was fueled by desperation. You lifted your hips off the mattress, aiding his process of tugging your jeans off your legs and tossing them to the side. You moved your body to the center of his bed, sheets resting directly underneath your barely naked body like a royal cushion. “Holy shit,” he muttered, absolutely astonished.

You enjoyed the way he was gawking at you; it was a moment that had not occurred in a while, and it felt amazing to have his attention. You fixed the free strands of your hair, moving them into place while he remained uneasy. His pants was suddenly growing tighter; his large member was becoming hard, increasing in its size within the confinements of his jeans. His mouth was agape, eyes blown wide from the shock caused by you.

The thin lace barely rested around your waist, dainty fabric dangling barely to cover your womanhood. A silk onyx ribbon trailed from the lingerie’s corset down over the curvature of your ass, soon connecting with the garter to hold up the stockings.

He began to make his way towards you again, movements desultory as he crawled on his bed to have himself on top of you again. His palm snaked around your waist as he sneaked a peek at the valley of your breasts, mouth watering at the elegant sight. “You look perfect,” he told you, loving the lace that adorned your body.

“I bought it for you,” you whispered, tilting his chin up so you could meet his eyes.

Taeyong grinned and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. The moment proceeded when you mimicked the same movements he did: you slid your hands underneath the flimsy white tee of his, lifting it over his head to strip him of the pesky article. His toned body was revealed within an instant: the gorgeous shade of his skin, brief outline of incoming abs—it was all flawless, and, to be honest, it made you crave for more.

“It might be ruined in a moment,” he told you, voice low to an agitating whisper. Taeyong hooked a finger under the thin lace, toying with it momentarily as his eyes perused the splendor that was your breasts. He appeared reluctant and as if he was waiting for your cue to continue; whether or not he should rip the lace off your frame or not.

Though, once you and Taeyong lock gazes that filled to the brim of voracity his two palms slid under the only openings of the lingerie, hiking it on his wrists as he came closer to your chest. The ribbons ran taut, stretching from Taeyong’s relentless movement, and soon Taeyong undid the bows, the zip of the ribbon coming undone the only noise that was audible alongside your steady breath.

Taeyong struggled for a few seconds, the rising inclination of excitement kindling his flame of fervor. He needed to taste you—now. And so he kept it loosely wrapped around your body, enough for the soft material to slide off with further movement, and his mouth instantly attached itself onto your erecting nipple. His hands were playing with the underside of your breasts, giving them frequent squeezes and showing them with enough love—the love that appeared to be missed.

His hands appeared to work magic on your body; whether they were feather-light touches on your thigh or cursory kisses of passion. With the pleasure of him as a whole, you coaxed under his touch; and soon, you were the one who wanted to taste him.

Taeyong gave your breasts a tight squeeze, massaging them in a perfect circle as he took a slight breath. Your fingers sailed to the sheets and twisted the thin layers into a whirl, head sinking deeper into the lush pillows on his bed. You inhaled a sharp breath, the moan silenced by the heavy air until he took one of your hard buds into his teeth, grazing it with zeal.

“Ah, T-Taeyong…” you uttered, eyes clamping shut.

You felt him smirk onto your skin, the music that was your lust-infused voice bring him to his own edge. One of his hands devotedly snaked down your torso and slid right under the lingerie with ease. You loosened your grasp and peeled the remnants of the light material off your skin to give more room to Taeyong and his expert actions.

Two of his digits slid up and down your soaking womanhood, your clit in between the diminutive gap. You gasped, mind turning into a daze and vision beginning to blur. Rather than struggling, you allowed yourself to become lost in the sensation that Taeyong was graciously providing you with. It did not take long for him to slide one digit into your core—merely testing the waters—before he continued with three slow pumps. On the fourth his digit pulled out to the tip and, with much skill, he prodded a second finger.

Your hand flew to your mouth to shield a cry; the enticing sensation of your boyfriend’s mouth and fingers working wonders on your body was overwhelming in every sense. His digits drove in and out of you with desire and excitement, sometimes curling in the most mesmeric way possible. He lifted himself off of you, eyes giving the signal of captivation by the image of you beneath him. Sweat was starting to accumulate on your forehead, much like his own, and you were a panting mess from the work of his expert digits alone.

You propped yourself on your elbows with the last fragments of your strength, heavy eyelids that felt like they have been locked for eons struggling to open themselves to your boyfriend. His fingers were still onset to bring you the your high heaven, and an impermanent look of his digits driving into you made an eruption of a delightful heat burst within your chest.

You felt yourself coming close to the edge: your mind was a whirlwind and breaths extremely unsteady. There was a tauten feeling in your stomach, almost as if your insides were twisting together the further the moment escalated. “Taeyong,” you breathed, “I-I’m getting close.”

He cocked an eyebrow upwards. “Are you?” he asked friskily. The devilish grin that crossed his face made you doubt the intent behind his words, almost as if there was something malicious twinging within.

You took too long to respond to him—both his impatience and your own rant thin—and he slipped his fingers out of you and popped the digits into his mouth. He made sure to lock eyes with you as his tongue peeped out of his doll-like lips, the wet muscle swirling around his own fingers that were coated with your need. Taeyong found contentment and satisfaction from your divine taste; he can no longer fight the compulsion that was being drawn from between his thighs.

He took off his pants, along with his briefs, quickly and they soon met the floor. His solid member sprung against his lower abdomen, the tip of his cock an angry red and leaking with his own desire. It was enthralling to you: finally seeing your boyfriend in his whole glory after months. You attempted to pull yourself off your position on his bed, eager to take his impressive length into your mouth for a fraction of the savor, but he presses you back down to the bed.

“You seem to want a taste,” he commented lewdly.

You nodded your head, desperation present in your veins. “I do…” you admitted. There was something explicitly raunchy behind your two simple words, for they confirmed Taeyong’s assumptions and caused a thousand of hopeful, impure imaginations to rise in his mind.

“You can wait, right?” he asked, feigning uncertainty. An idea crossed his thought clouds; he wanted to see how far he can push it. And your desperation aided it more than you ever would have thought.

You shook your head like an angered child. “No, I… I want a taste now.”

Taeyong chuckled, a rhapsody to your ears, as he wrapped his hand around his hard dick slowly. He started from the base and dragged up his grip with gentle care, and then allowed his thumb to circle over his leaking slit to spread the stickiness around his head. He jerked off his aching member slowly, preparing himself for the main course. You watched with the opposite of delight, pouty and hopeless; that was, until you felt the tip of his dick run up your soaked core and back down—a succulent tease.

You swallowed your breath, eyes downcasted to his cock as you awaited for the impact. Slowly but surely, Taeyong slid himself inside of you. “You’ll still get a taste,” he muttered, almost incomprehensible.

You were about to question his comment; that was until he filled you with his cock, delectation rising soon afterwards. You spat a curse or two from the sensation, the pleasure carrying up your body in light tingles. Taeyong kept himself propped up above you with his elbows on either side of your body, his head hanging low from the pleasure, also, being too much for him to handle. He had held himself back for so long within the duration of your arrival—and it was even harder with the lasting image of you dressed in extravagant lace invading his mind. To be inside of you once more was a feeling he had not felt for a while—just as much as you—and it felt like a seventh heaven to be reunited with one of the wonders in the world.

He began to thrust in and out of you with a steady pace, fear of moving with recklessness and haste, but with enough energy to keep your senses keen. Your mind already felt as if it has hit the highest state of a euphoric excitement, but Taeyong appeared to push you further. It was an absolute frenzy to have him drive his wanted cock in and out of you; each of your flames were being kindled with elation, raptures of delight soon to occur.

His sweat started to drip from his temples, the pearls falling onto your own exposed, perspiration-coated skin. A look of raw jubilancy was sketched all over his face, much like your own, and you then allowed yourself to dive into the needed feeling. You shut your eyes and allowed Taeyong to work his charm.

His member, without effort, slid into you all the way and filled you to the brim, and slipped out of your womanhood to the raging tip of his cock. The feeling of elation extended, but it wasn’t enough for you to release—yet. The slow process continued for a good few minutes, then there was a brief pause. The head of his dick remained rested at your entrance for quite some time, almost as if he faced a mild war in his mind—nonetheless, he rammed back into you. This time, with an angry force.

The impact of his cock ramming inside of your pussy sent you a few more inches higher on the bed; a loud, luscious moan ripped from your throat as well. Taeyong smiled as if he had won the grand prize, and repeated the same awaited action. Thus, he earned the same response; alongside, your cries for your boyfriend only raised its volume. Every second with Taeyong moving inside of you was absolutely thrilling, and he added onto the perfect delectation by pressing his lips to your neck. He sucked marks of love onto your skin, almost like each one was a silent apology about his behavior. It did not take long for your skin to become a masterpiece of crimson and violet hues—created by yours truly, Taeyong.

“T-Taeyong,” you uttered, barely. “I really- agh- am g-getting… ah!”

Taeyong only smirked at your inability to form sentences, your mind far too jumbled in its own bliss to think coherently. He thrusted himself into you harder, faster, reaching his own release with yours. “Do you need to come?” he asked you.

You nodded your head frantically, desperately without words, and the reacted with one last austere thrust. His tip was at your soaked hole and he took a deep breath before his hips harshly rolled back into you. You cried, delighted, and it sounded as if you attempted to scream out his name—but you just could not.

That was the final piece of the puzzle to complete the moment; you hit the fervent cloud nine, mind transported into the wild fantasy that reached your body as well. Your hands clawed at the sheets and flew around Taeyong’s body. His body gained light scratches and your arms looped around his neck as you held onto him for dear life.

As your mind remained in its heaven you felt yourself spill each fraction of your need all over your pussy. Taeyong slowed down his thrusts and moved with fragility to aid you until your mind came back to earth, and that your body returned to reality. The extended moan that emitted from your mouth swam in his ears; and he absolutely loved it.

It took a few more smooth, secure rolls of his hips for you to return. Your chest was heaving for air, baby hairs sticking to your sweat coated forehead—you looked completely fucked out, and he loved it enough to tuck the picture in the depths of his memory.

Taeyong fluidly pulled out of you, solid member rested in between the gap of his thumb and forefinger as he steadied his new position. He shifted himself above you, legs inching on the bed closer to your head and you felt the crimson tip of his length hit the bottom of your chin. You raised yourself, head tilting upwards and mouth falling wide open once you catch onto your boyfriend’s provocative actions. You fluttered your serene eyelids open, vision hazy as you attempted to focus.

The last image you caught of Taeyong, prior to him spilling his load inside of your mouth, is a devil-like smirk that played with his lips. He jerked his wrist quickly a few times, grip tightening around his aching length with every pump up and compact slide downwards. “Agh,” he groaned, eyebrows furrowing themselves together.  “Open up,” he demanded. “Y-you said you wanted a taste, right?”

Sweat proceeded to drip down his temples; his skin became damp from the entire session. He steadied his leaking cock by your mouth, eyes barely able to keep themselves open as he attempted to watch you swallow him and his load.

“Ah,” you voiced, impatient.

Taeyong hushed you by sliding the head of his hard dick over your petal-like lips, the tip resting at the edge of your parting. Completely aware of what you wanted, he stopped pumping himself to let you take over. He barely had a hold of his own cock that twinged; within moments, he emptied his cum inside of your mouth.

It came in spurts, the splashing ivory and milky texture; it coated your mouth and gained a thick layer over your tongue that then bathed in the salty wetness. Everything became messy: some landed on your chin and dripped down to your neck, a few drops even fell down your cheeks. He moved away for a split second; though, a split second was all you needed to swallow what he emptied inside of your cavern before you reached your head over to his cock once more. You took the tip in your mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive head and tongue flicking over the salty slit. Your taste buds were met with a burst of saltine as you milked him dry and relished in the exquisite taste that came from his need.

“F-fuck,” he uttered, his head throwing back. His eyes clamped shut from the light contact of your lips around his sensitive member, a groan lodging in his chest.

Taeyong’s hands flew to your hair once more to give it a few gentle tugs. “B-baby, I- stop, I’m too sensitive-”

With one last dip to the base, your nose hitting his lower abdomen, Taeyong bent over and released a miniature cry—one that was a clear signal that this moment alone was far too much for him to handle.

You released him with a pop, a bright grin gracing your face as you licked the outline of your lips slowly; your half-open eyes locked with his that are completely clouded, both minds in a grey daze of raw lust. Taeyong gulped, unsure of what to say. The way you looked beneath him was an image he would love to etch in the quilt of his memory—and so he did. Your tongue peeked out from your mouth to lick the remnants of his wetness, and it was quickly followed up with two of your fingers swiping over the dribbles that remained on your face. You eyed the pearl-like stickiness for a heartbeat right before you slid your two digits in your mouth, delighted by the sensation.

“S-shit,” he cursed. “You look so hot doing that, baby.”

Taeyong lowered himself next to you, being completely drained. He planted a kiss on your forehead, fragments of fatigue already creeping back to his body. You turned your body to face him, love replacing the lust that was once limpid in your own two orbs. You grabbed onto his hand and gained a firm grasp that he tried to return back. You kissed his nose softly. “What about that date you wanted to go on afterwards?” you asked him, sweat-coated limbs already tangling with his own.

“We can do it later—when I wake up from a nap, probably,” he informed you. “I want to be there when you’re picking out lingerie.”

“Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow up, voice raising into a childlike excitement. “You liked what you saw?”

Taeyong smirked. “I always like what I see.”

“More than your game?” you questioned, forehead touching his own.

He paused, humming in thought. “I’d miss out on a lot if I fell in love with my video games.”

You rolled your eyes. “You act like you’re not in love with them now. I had to find a distraction.”

“But I love you more,” he pressed, holding your hand tighter, “and if it means for things like… today to happen again, then you should know my choice.”

“So…” you trailed off, another idea surfacing in your mind. “How does tomorrow sound?”

[theplayersxp]

As a player of any game i want to play. Coz my goal is to be strong.

Im not kind of player who will fight anyone immediately. like if they want to fight me. I will accept their challenge against me immediately.

I experienced to be lose, to win and not easy like a piece of cake. I gone a lot of practice and learning how to play any game i want to play. Sometimes, even courage or being brave is required to play the game that i want. And the hardest thing, for me.. i guess.. know to understand different kinds of english word. Not just by guessing the outcome of any skills or ability of character in the game.

Its not, im being boastful or proud. Its just, in my part.. i feel.. I will not going to enjoy and improved if i fight weakling player. Or.. if im going to accept immediately anyone challenged.

I always play all pick or sometimes single draft mode in dota 2. I don’t want to go play rank gaming alone. Coz for me, if im going to distinguised it from classic version of defense of the ancient. I guess, its shop to shop 5v5 mode or captain mode.

But, while im playing all pick or sometimes single draft mode in dota 2. I notice the game is not good like what i expecting. I notice, the player is not that strong and not a hustler in the game we playing.

Not a noob type, but know how to play the game but still lacking of experience in playing the game. I guess its a low level player and need more improvement in playing the game.

Intentional player dropping the game or feeding enemy heroes will not exist if they are really serious to learn the game and dream or hoping to become one of the good players. Like perfect timing using the item or lunch skills.

Sometimes, fast hand is not always needed. Because if the timing of releasing of every skill or ability of every hero in the game is perfect. Plus awareness in every clash or killing enemy heroes roaming in the map. You don’t need to become a master typer to do that.

Dota 2 is a strategy game, the consequence in late game. If the enemy is really tough player or together in a one party and shop in all pick mode. Your team doesn’t have a captain and will tell you what you are going to do.

I also experienced it, when i was playing here in my room. But i guess, if the player is really well experienced and a lot of match already done and played. Even in late game.. he can think a strategy to defend their base and push the towers to win the game.

Unfortunately, we lose in that match together with unknown players with me during that game in dota 2 all pick mode.

i know in myself im not that strong or really tough player. But still, im not going to play or fight any moment or any time if someone wants to fight me. Most of all.. if its weak.

Losing in the game is not a joke. If you think its a joke.. don’t be mad if other player or me slap you with the reality how weak you are or If other see you im just making fun and not serious playing with you.

Because its possible to happen. Just quit, pay the cashier of computer shop and walk away and go home and cry inside your crib. Joke!

Remember, don’t be mad. Practice and play again.

Losing in the game is not a joke.

Aug. 3, 2020 at 10:08 AM

[whyldkratts]

for the ask meme: all of them, but if thats too much maybe just the last 10?

Sorry for the long post aaaa1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? [I bought lottery tickets bc I was in texas and they’re not legal where I live and the cashier at the gas station didn’t even ask for my id. I tried to show him and he just shook his head and let me go???? He didnt even care wtf]2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? [Nah]3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? [Yea a little bit. I mean if it was just occasionally that’s probably fine? But a lot of my family has fucked up their entire lives with drugs so anything like that is iffy for me. It depends on how often they smoke ultimately]4: Do you find it easy to trust others? [I’d say yeah, probably. As long as you don’t fuck me over or guilt me within the first few weeks of knowing me id probably feel comfortable messaging you if I needed someone to talk to]5: What were you doing at 11PM last night? [Scrolling Tumblr]6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? [Probably my irl bffs lindy and raven!]7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? [Dump them. Adios fucker. I hope they’re happy with whoever they cheated on me with]8: Are you close with your dad? [Yeah I’d say so? I love him and he usually let’s me do my thing]9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right? [Nah]10: What are you listening to? [Run by hozier]11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? [Sweet tea!!!! I’m from the south baby]12: Do you like hickeys? [Never has one so I don’t know!]13: What time do you go to bed? [Uhhhhhh 5am?]14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down? [My siblings.]15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both? [Nope I fuck up spelling a lot and have to go back and fix it no matter how many hands I’m typing with]16: Do you always answer your texts? [I try!! Unless I’m emotionally tired or forget]17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? [No. She’s my best friend now, actually]18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? [LIKE 3 MINUTES AGO I was complaining about how long it car ride home is]19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? [My irlbest friends, the cars discord chat I’m in, and a lot of my wk friends]20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? [I was writing ducktales fanfiction in my head]21: Is anyone else in the room with you? [I’m in a car with my mom for the next uhhh 7 hours?]22: Do you believe what goes around comes around? [Karmas a bitch]23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now? [I was visiting family in Indiana, so yea probably? Tho I am pretty happy now too]24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? [Sometimes, with my old pal cat. She did some bad things so I stopped talking to her, but sometimes I want to catch up and see how she’s doing.]25: In the past week, have you cried? [YEAH over a darkwing duck episode]26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing? [Grey. It has Mickey mouse on it!]27: Do people ever call you by your last name? [Noooope]28: Is anyone ignoring you right now? [I wouldn’t know]29: Do you have a best friend? [YEAH everyone in the cars discord and raven and lindy]30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? [No it was my great grandma lol]31: Who was your last call/text message from? [Call: red cross asking for my blood. Text: raven saying “dang”]32: Are you mad at anyone? [Not really? I don’t get angry very easily at all]33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you? [When I was a freshman I was dating a junior]34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? [My great grandma! 88 I think]35: How many more days until your birthday? [LIKE a whole entire year. August 2nd]36: Do you have any summer plans yet? [Help my friend after her spine surgery p much. Visit family around the 4th of july]37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? [I have tons of girl friends!! All my best friends are girls (except em but they’re a good friend still!!!)]38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? [Lindy doesn’t know I’m trans]39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? [Uhhhhhhhhhhh next question]40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone? [I try not to regret things like that]41: Do you think age matters in relationships? [UH YEAH?? An adult dating a minor ain’t my deallll]42: Are you available? [Lmfao yeah but don’t hold your breath I’m awful at relationships]43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? [My ex and bff dksdkdiajsai kill Me. I’ve had small crushes but I don’t rly let them grow too much if I realize they’re poppin up]44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? [Septum]45: Do you believe exes can be friends? [Yeah!!!!! I just reconnected with my ex from freshmen year and he’s cool]46: Do you regret anything? [Times where my mouth moved before my head could think and I hurt someone I cared about. Times where I didn’t listen. Times where I hesitated. But the past is a different country, and I try not to waste the present lamenting what I could’ve done.]47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? [Home. And the mistakes I’ve made.]48: Did you ever lose a best friend? [Yeah. She moved away and we just… talked less, and less, and less.]49: Was your last kiss a mistake? [Nah it was my great grandma]50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? [They have a bf and also dont like me plus im unlovable and bad at relationships and feelings *shrug emoji* the other person I’m interested in lives too far away and also doesn’t like me like that]51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? [Twas my gg and probably when I was a baby]52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? [All these last kiss ones are so angsty and sad and it was literally my grandma 5 hours ago I’m laughing]53: What was the last thing you ate? [McDonald’s French fries!!!!!]54: Did you get any compliments today? [Nah I’m in my road trip attire so I look like a mess]55: Where are you going on your next vacation? [New Orleans in October for voodoo fest!! Gonna see the foo fighters B)]56: Do you own anything from other countries?[I think I have Canadian money somewhere…]57: Are most of your friend guys or girls?[girls!!]58: Where have you lived most of your life?[Sweet Home Alabama]59: When was the last time you took a long drive?[DOING IT RN!!!!! 13 HOURS]60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?[yea but it was like, mashed up with truth or dare. Instead of kissing we asked them truth or dare]61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house?[nah I’m pretty mild]62: Who do you text the most?[raven probably? Or max]63: What was the last movie you saw?[spirited away I think??? First time I ever saw it]64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?[I’m single, don’t remind me :P]65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?[I was 12 and right smack dab in the middle of my ugly awkward phase (thays still going on today!) So I had none lmao]66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you?[nah]67: Do you curse around your parents?[GOOD LORD NO]68: Are you happy with where you live?[I? Hate Alabama. My city is okay but I want to move somewhere nicer]69: Picture of yourself? [I have a selfie tag. I would upload but I’m lazy. Maybe if I find a pic I like later I will]70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?[polyamory All the wayy!!!!! But monogamy is cool too]71: Have you ever been dumped?[probably in elementary school but I don’t remember? I usually am the one to end it bc I get freaked out and skittish around people genuinely caring about me so I break it up before they’re disappointed]72: What do you most like about making out?[being comfortable and close enough with someone to do it.]73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?[yup!]74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?[depends? I’ve asked to kiss someone and I’ve been asked equal amounts.]75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?[eyes? Idk there’s a lot that goes into finding someone attractive it’s hard to narrow it down]76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?[my mom]77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?[virgin]78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?[virgin]79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?[Any cartoon character I’m currently hyperfixated on]80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?[yes. But i would go slow and I wouldn’t want to meet their child until we were both sure this was something we wanted long term.]81: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?[no its usually me? Wait i take that back!! One girl did while I was in hs but I’m pretty sure she only did it bc she just figured out her sexuality and I was queer and there.]82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?[nope I bottle that shit up!!!! But if it’s a long standing crush I’ll tell a few people eventually]83: Do you miss your last sweetie?[No.]84: Last time you slow danced with someone?[my friend Franklin at prom. We pretended to be spies on a mission forced to act casual as we scoped out potential enemies]85: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?[??? Don’t like the skeptical quote marks. I’ve been in long distance relationships before, yes.]86: How can I win your heart?[just like…… be nice to me, ever, and I’m into it. Talk about things you like, ask me about things I like, try and get into/understand my interests and I’ll do the same?? Don’t make fun of me and don’t belittle my interests. The bar is low]87: What is your astrological sign?[leo]88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM?[sleeping]89: Do you cook?[pasta!!!!!!!]90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?[yeah!!! 3 years of no talking and I reconnected with max recently]91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?[uh it’s complicated. Yes but idk if I’m in a good place for a relationship. I haven’t even begun to transition at all.]92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?[you say that like I could get multiple people to date me]93: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?[nice dress style?? Glasses are good too. Idk questions like this are hard augh]94: Name four things that you wish you had![money, a job, plush darkwing duck toy, a car]95: Are you a player?[no]96: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?[nooooope]97: Are you a tease?[hahahahaha no]98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?[nope!!! Not yet]99: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?[maybe. But I don’t think you can love someone too deeply who doesn’t love you back]100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?[sure, plenty]101: Hugs or Kisses?[both??? Both is good]102: Are you too shy to ask someone out?[It’s Not shyness, it’s rejection I have a problem with]103: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?[girls are pretty]104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?[Yeah I guess]105: If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?[If it was an open relationship and everyone knew the situation, then yea prob?? If not, then no.]106: Do you flirt a lot?[not really]107: Your last kiss?[my grandmaaaaa]108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012?[not in a romantic way]109: Have you kissed anyone in the past month?[not in a romantic way]110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be?[next question]111: Do you know who you’ll kiss next?[nope!! It’s a hopefully nice surprise for future me]112: Does someone like you currently?[probably not lol but ive got no idea!!]113: Do you currently have feelings for anyone?[sure]114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?[I want to fall in love.]115: Ever made out with just a friend?[yeah]116: Are you happier single or in a relationship?[in a relationship I think?]117: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.[just send me an ask and ill answer it]

This got a bit of self hatred dashed in there whoops sorry!!!

[ceruleantrolls]

==> Noru: Lie awake at night thinking about people who wash their hair with soap

-- rainbowReflectivity [RR] began pestering hydraulicPsychiatrist [HP] at 02:53 --

[02:53] HP: Hello!

[02:53] RR: ) ) u remember me ( (

[02:53] HP: To be honest, no, sorry

[02:54] RR: ) ) thank god ( (

[02:54] HP: Give me a hint?

[02:54] RR: ) ) hows it goin yo ( (

[02:54] RR: ) ) peanut butter ( (

[02:54] HP: That

[02:54] HP: Sounds very familiar

[02:54] RR: ) ) dont think on it too hard ( (

[02:55] HP: Well I am now

[02:55] RR: ) ) no ( (

[02:55] RR: ) ) do not do that ( (

[02:55] HP: Yes

[02:55] HP: I will do that

[02:55] RR: ) ) i have a hypothetical question to distract you ( (

[02:55] HP: I love hypothetical questions

[02:56] RR: ) ) how many hangers do you think it would take to hang a scrawny 6'someshit man in his closet by his suspenders and or shirt ( (

[02:56] RR: ) ) asking for a friend ( (

[02:56] RR: ) ) whos super not a dumbass ( (

[02:57] HP: You can't do that, really

[02:57] RR: ) ) why ( (

[02:57] HP: Hangers are not very strong

[02:57] RR: ) ) yeah but if you like ( (

[02:57] RR: ) ) tied a bunch together with duct tape or socks ( (

[02:57] HP: They would bend because they are made to be flexible

[02:58] HP: Also

[02:58] HP: What is the context of this

[02:58] RR: ) ) what kind of shitty ass hangers do they give you bluebloods ( (

[02:58] RR: ) ) no reason ( (

[02:58] HP: Normal ones?

[02:58] RR: ) ) just yknow ( (

[02:58] RR: ) ) looking for new sleeping arrangements ( (

[02:59] HP: I wouldn't recommend that as a sleeping arrangement

[02:59] RR: ) ) why not ( (

[02:59] HP: Unless you want to physically murder your back?

[02:59] RR: ) ) how would it murder my back. it'd be fine the hangers are doing all the work ( (

[03:00] RR: ) ) what if i taped em to the ceiling ( (

[03:00] RR: ) ) and made some sort of like janky sexless hanger sex swing ( (

[03:00] RR: ) ) a sleep swing ( (

[03:01] RR: ) ) of hangers ( (

[03:01] HP: Okay, I'm going to say this as nicely as I can

[03:01] RR: ) ) no youre not ( (

[03:02] RR: ) ) i feel it ( (

[03:02] HP: Do you want me to put it in a mean way?

[03:03] RR: ) ) i mean whatever you're into ( (

[03:04] RR: ) ) im not used to being niced at when being called a dumb shit is a much easier option ( (

[03:06] HP: Hmm

[03:06] HP: Okay, so none your ideas will work, and I am concerned because you may die?

[03:06] HP: I tried to be medium on a scale of nice to mean

[03:07] RR: ) ) thanks ( (

[03:07] RR: ) ) i dont think ill die tho ( (

[03:07] RR: ) ) my ceiling isnt that high unfortunately ( (

[03:07] RR: ) ) not like in a 'i wish falling off the ceiling would kill me' way ( (

[03:07] HP: It doesn't take that much to kill you if you fall at the right angle

[03:08] RR: ) ) like a im a big ass dude in a tiny ass lowblood apartment way ( (

[03:08] RR: ) ) not with all the shit on my floor ( (

[03:08] RR: ) ) ive got a cushioned fall ( (

[03:09] HP: I once fell from a relatively short distance and broke my wrist evn though it was onto a soft thing

[03:09] RR: ) ) ow ( (

[03:10] HP: It's okay, because I have a robot arm now and it's

[03:10] HP: Well

[03:10] HP: Totally sick

[03:10] RR: ) ) that sounds ill as fuck ( (

[03:10] RR: ) ) what color is it ( (

[03:10] RR: ) ) is it gold ( (

[03:10] RR: ) ) is it platinum ( (

[03:11] HP: It's black

[03:11] HP: Not super dark black

[03:11] RR: ) ) if i ever lose a limb i want to get a new one in the fucking ugliest mutant shade of teal ( (

[03:11] RR: ) ) lame ( (

[03:12] HP: Teal is a nice colour!

[03:12] HP: I think wearing ridiculous amounts of gold if you're any higher than teal is a bit, um

[03:13] RR: ) ) a bit um ( (

[03:14] HP: It makes you look like the kind of highblood who yells at a lowblooded cashier for saying 'no problem' instead of 'thanks, have a good day'

[03:14] RR: ) ) i like seeing my bloodcolor all over highbloods tho ( (

[03:14] RR: ) ) its kinda hot ( (

[03:14] HP: You want to try going up to them and telling them that?

[03:15] RR: ) ) that they're hot? ( (

[03:15] HP: Yes

[03:15] HP: Because of the yellow

[03:15] RR: ) ) you think my ugly fuckin mug can go up to ANYONE and tell them theyre hot without getting the snot beat outta me ( (

[03:15] RR: ) ) i mean you havent seen me ( (

[03:16] RR: ) ) but im a goddamn mess ( (

[03:16] RR: ) ) so like no ( (

[03:16] RR: ) ) ill just fan myself from afar like some royal asshole or some shit ( (

[03:17] HP: I was thinking more that you would die

[03:17] HP: But fair point I guess

[03:18] RR: ) ) yea ( (

[03:19] RR: ) ) what am i supposed to do with all these hangers ( (

[03:19] RR: ) ) i paid 5 dollars for this 40 pack but now im having second thoughts ( (

[03:19] RR: ) ) damn you ( (

[03:19] HP: Sorry!

[03:20] RR: ) ) thats 5 bucks thats not getting me bandage socks ( (

[03:20] RR: ) ) or hair soap ( (

[03:20] HP: Wait

[03:20] RR: ) ) shit ( (

[03:20] HP: You weren't the heathen that washes their hair just with soap, were you

[03:21] RR: ) ) everyone washes their hair with some sort of soap my man ( (

[03:21] HP: That is not an excuse!!

[03:21] RR: ) ) its the same DAMN SHIT ( (

[03:22] HP: It's the same thing if fish an frogs are the same thing

[03:22] RR: ) ) i wouldnt wash my hair with a frog ( (

[03:23] HP: Indicating that you would with a fish?

[03:24] RR: ) ) you know its taking all of me to not respond to that with some sort of uncouth joke about seadwellers ( (

[03:24] HP: I don't want to hear anything about any seadwellers

[03:25] RR: ) ) u brought up fish ( (

[03:25] RR: ) ) but anyway ( (

[03:25] RR: ) ) like i wouldnt wash my hair with a real life gilled and finned fish no ( (

[03:26] HP: But yo would wash your hair with soap and not shampoo

[03:26] RR: ) ) i dont have to worry about conflicting scents ( (

[03:26] HP: Scentless shampoo is a thing

[03:26] RR: ) ) no shampoo smells exactly the same as the bar counterpart ( (

[03:26] RR: ) ) gross ( (

[03:26] HP: It's not a counterpart!

[03:27] HP: Why would you do this to yourself

[03:27] RR: ) ) i dont trust anything thats scentless ( (

[03:27] RR: ) ) it IS and you know it ( (

[03:27] RR: ) ) $ ( (

[03:27] RR: ) ) $pite ( (

[03:27] HP: Didn't I offer to personally buy you bucketloads of shampoo last time we talked

[03:28] HP: Because if i dodn't I will

[03:28] RR: ) ) first of all never ever use the term bucketloads to me again ( (

[03:28] HP: What's wrong with the term bucketloads

[03:28] RR: ) ) bruh ( (

[03:28] RR: ) ) second of all yes but i declined because i refuse to be some bluebloods hair charity case ( (

[03:28] HP: Brah

[03:29] HP: It's not a charity case

[03:29] HP: It's therapy

[03:29] HP: For me

[03:29] RR: ) ) how the fuck ( (

[03:29] HP: Because I will lie awake thinking about this at night

[03:29] RR: ) ) envy all the money im saving ( (

[03:29] HP: The fact that someone in the world uses soap to wash their hair

[03:30] HP: Is going to haunt me until I die

[03:30] RR: ) ) im going to go do it right now ( (

[03:30] RR: ) ) im going to eat it after ( (

[03:30] HP: I'm going to write 'use shampoo' on my gravestone

[03:30] HP: No!!!

[03:30] RR: ) ) yes ( (

[03:31] RR: ) ) nom ( (

[03:31] HP: You'll throw it back up

[03:31] RR: ) ) i clean my entire self AND get a meal out of this bar of soap ( (

[03:31] RR: ) ) says who ( (

[03:31] HP: Science and me

[03:31] RR: ) ) you think im not accustomed to the taste of soap motherfucker? ( (

[03:31] HP: It's not the taste

[03:32] HP: It's the chemicals

[03:33] RR: ) ) mmmmm soap ( (

[03:33] HP: You'll have to clean up your own puke

[03:33] RR: ) ) there'll already be soap in it ( (

[03:33] RR: ) ) so easy ( (

[03:34] HP: That's not

[03:34] HP: No

[03:35] HP: I mean technically you're not wrong

[03:35] HP: But also no

[03:35] RR: ) ) yes ( (

[03:35] HP: No

[03:35] RR: ) ) come to daddy soap soap ( (

[03:35] HP: Now I'm kinkshaming

[03:36] RR: ) ) hey youre the one with the shampoo fetish ( (

[03:36] RR: ) ) im just a simple soap farmer ( (

[03:36] RR: ) ) living off my soap crops ( (

[03:36] HP: It's called hygeiene and taking care of yourself

[03:37] RR: ) ) i do take care of myself ( (

[03:37] RR: ) ) i can name at least one instance of taking so much care of myself that happened within the last 24 hours ( (

[03:37] HP: You were just talking about sleeping on a bunch of hangers

[03:37] RR: ) ) for my back? ( (

[03:38] HP: It would ruin your back

[03:38] RR: ) ) my recouperacoons being fucky and i cant fix it ( (

[03:38] RR: ) ) what else am i supposed to do man ( (

[03:38] HP: Have fun cleaning up that soap puke when it hurts to bend over

[03:39] HP: Sofa? Bed? Lots of blankets on the floor?

[03:39] RR: ) ) ehhhhhhhhh ( (

[03:39] RR: ) ) none of those give you that floating feeling ( (

[03:39] RR: ) ) i need the slime or somethign like it ( (

[03:40] HP: you can get the slime and fill your bath with it

[03:40] HP: Or one of those inflatable pools

[03:41] RR: ) ) how am i supposed to get slime when my recouperacoon is sick ( (

[03:41] RR: ) ) do they actually sell that shit ( (

[03:41] HP: Yes

[03:41] HP: What do you think other people do when their coons break

[03:42] RR: ) ) fix them or hang themselves from the ceiling?? ( (

[03:42] RR: ) ) anyways ( (

[03:42] HP: No!!

[03:42] RR: ) ) i do actually have to go find a solution cause i gotta pass the fuck out sometime fore the sun sets again ( (

[03:42] HP: I have a spare one

[03:42] HP: Spare coon

[03:43] RR: ) ) srsly? ( (

[03:43] HP: Yeah

[03:43] RR: ) ) like just laying around? ( (

[03:43] HP: Yes

[03:43] RR: ) ) are you gonna kill me if i come to you and use it? ( (

[03:43] HP: Kill you?

[03:43] HP: Why would I do that?

[03:43] RR: ) ) its a good murderer ruse ( (

[03:43] RR: ) ) come down this alley kid ive got sleep for yas right here ( (

[03:44] HP: I live in a ruin in a forest

[03:44] HP: Oh wait

[03:44] HP: That isn't much better is it

[03:44] RR: ) ) okay then thats not happening tonight ( (

[03:44] RR: ) ) i live in th city m'man ( (

[03:44] HP: The forest is next to the city

[03:45] RR: ) ) im like dead center ( (

[03:45] RR: ) ) of the city ( (

[03:45] HP: Anyway I've never killed anyone before so killing you now for no reason would be kind of anticlimactic

[03:45] HP: I work in the middle of the city in a clinic

[03:45] HP: There's beds there too

-- rainbowReflectivity [RR] ceased pestering hydraulicPsychiatrist [HP] at 03:46 --

[psychostrilondes]

sorry i havent done dirkjohn or johndave yet?? im rly thinkin about it , how john would act as a Comforting person when he comforts, like i know hes super goofy and fun to talk to, and sometimes it can seem like hes not even capable of serious emotions even tho he definitely is!? like “more mature than he seems at first” is a good way id describe john :2

i think the best example i have to think of is the conversations with jade on the gold ship thing?? he seems more grown up in a way that he can point out problems, and, ive read one or two fanfics where dave and john had this way of figuring out problems that was sort of Unique to their broship, theyd sort of, shoot the shit lol, like talk about it in roundabout metaphors that leaves dave feeling oddly better afterwards even though they barely spoke in laymans terms at all in the conversation?

like maybe like, john would bring it up that dave’s been awful quiet in the last few days, somehow by asking if he would want to go with him and jake to this thingy later today, to which dave says no by saying theres some lasagna in the fridge that has his name on it, metaphorically, and the lasagna needs to be eaten, i mean someones got to do it, its been in there for like a week john :p so sorry, ive got plans,

and john would say that maybe this leftover lasagna needs to be aired out before its eaten?? dave its probably growing mold by now, being all in the fridge, ugh, listen, itd be good for you to get fresh air and stuff. cmon, start getting ready, youll like it

dave just kind of sits there as john walks away like, wow ... he really did not just give me a chance to even think up a comeback to say to him, geez, and dave just groans and plants his forehead on the kitchen table ugh, he guesses he maybe needed someone to shove him outta the house because hes honestly been indoors and only talking to karkat and john for like the last 3 or 4 days or however length of time he doesnt even know lol

OH OH and maybe when dave says some of his more worrying analogies like some dude on a mission to assassinate the president to explain how he Needs john to get him this one snack food, he’ll be his double best bro, for life, and then his analogy of an assassination quest gets to the part where his dude shoots the president and has to look away from the screaming and outburst (and dave’s got a grimace on his face to make this part poignant) to message his superiors that the deed is done so he can go back to his gang or mafia or whatever and be hailed as a hero, weirdly, that would be you john, you’ll be a hero dude,

and john would just kinda stand there like Huh, like thats a color off from dave’s usual banter?? um?? so he tells dave that he doesnt really feel like goin to jail, if it was up to him he’d leave the assassination job up to someone else. 

its totally his way of telling dave to keep this metaphor going and see what he can bring out and maybe parse of his mood?? and why hes even too lazy to run to the corner store to go buy sour gummies

so dave takes it further now that hes been asked, totally, and he tells john no yeah its cool i can take one for the team and go out by myself to go kill a guy of federal importance, no big deal, man i dont even know how i’d handle that, if the presidents visiting our town then there’d be the news following him by helicopter and stuff, and what if the news sees me? they’ve got tons of cameras i bet, channel 13 would catch allll of me doing the deed dude .. jail for sure.

and theyre really getting somewhere!!! dave doesnt want to go out because he feels really uncomfortable about it, being watched or something. so john offers to go out with him on this quest, and maybe substitute the gun for the sour gummie worms and substitute the president for a cashier guy, yessssss, he did it, him and dave go out to the corner store just fine :d

[kimthwariru]

Acquaintances → Chapter 2

Genre: Smut! Angst 

«Yeah im weak, and what’s wrong with that? Oh boy,  I love it when I fall for that» -Weak AJR

Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3

He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. Jungkook can’t get you off his mind. The other night he was fucking this girl he met at a party, she was drunk and so was he. He fucked her doggy style so he couldn’t see her face and he imagined you, he felt that you were the one clenching your walls around him, that you were the one moaning out his name otherwise he wouldn’t come. Jungkook imagined you while fucking someone else and that was a problem. He has never done that before -ever-. He knows he will eventually forget you, he can’t just replay that fucking night on his head again and again besides, you weren’t his type. Not because you weren’t a cool or a hot girl, because holy fuck Jungkook could talk to you all day about his problems and be overwhelmed by your beauty at the same time, you were everything he needed. But no, you weren’t his type simply because his type isn’t girls like you, he feels like you could do so much better than him, you could do better than someone like Jungkook, a player someone who doesn’t care about you or your feelings enough. Because even though Jungkook likes you he still cant see himself being with you. All he though about was sex and that’s it. -at least that’s what he convinced him self to believe-

You promised yourself no more parties. The last one was a tremendous mistake. How could you? How could you sleep with your childhood best friend? How drunk were you? Apparently not enough since you remember every fucking detail of that damn night, and the most troubling part is that you liked it. You liked it so much that you even found yourself almost masturbating to it… but when you realized that you were touching yourself while thinking about him you immediately stopped. This couldn’t happen, this was wrong in so many levels. He has probably already forgotten about you and you can’t get hurt for that. You knew well who Jungkook was you had heard about him and all the rumors were true -especially the ones that talked about him giving great sex- Sometimes you’re afraid to close your eyes because you feel like you’re going to imagine that night again and you won’t be able to stop. Jungkook is a nice kid but not in relationships, you remember one night hearing a talk in a bathroom about him. Apparently he had 2 girls at the same time, leaving one almost pregnant. Jungkook was no good. You fucking know it. Then why can’t you get him off your head?

Walking around the convenience store at 3 am looking for drinks has been a habit by now. Every time you think about him you need to drink so you can wash him off. It’s stupid, you’re weak but fuck, it hurts. You were at the section were the drinks were, as you extenuate your arm to grab a scotch on the top self you hear a particularly familiar voice.

“Y/N?”

You turn your head to the direction where the voice came from. You shake your head in disbelief a bit. Were you hallucinating? Or were you looking at Jungkook for real?

“Jung- Jungkook?” You say not believing you are actually saying his name out loud

He came closer, he grabbed the bottle that you were holding and inspected it “scotch?” He smirked “I didn’t have you for a girl that drinks scotch”

Is he seriously going to talk about scotch? Are you seriously talking to Jungkook right now? “Yeah, It’s for special occasions” you look down trying to avoid eye contact. Jungkook’s stare is too tempting right now and with all the dirty thinking you’ve done these past days about him his smirk doesn’t help at all.

“Special occasions?” Jungkook scoffed a bit “Do you have company back home? Are you on a date perhaps?” Jungkook didn’t want to sound discreet, but something inside of him twisted to the thought of you drinking, laughing and god knows even fucking another man. And he knows it shouldn’t bother him, he shouldn’t even care, but jungkook almost wants to grab you right now and throw you to the first counter he finds, making you unable to walk back home leaving whoever is waiting for you alone and with the knowledge that you are taken -that you are his-. But jungkook knows he can’t do this, he cares about you too much to do it.

“If I had a date I wouldn’t be here alone would I?” You were confused as to why jungkook asked this kind of question. Especially the way he said it, it was as if he was jealous and not just a friend simply being interested. Or you just overanalyzed it because you actually wanted him to be jealous. Because jealousy means that he cares and you want jungkook to care… But then again, its Jeon Jungkook we are talking about, the 20 year old one not the 13 one.

Jungkook tried to suppress his smile but he couldn’t help it, the edges of his mouth curled upwards and he was happy to know that you weren’t dating anyone. But he knew that sooner or later that had to happen, an amazing girl like you would sure find a good guy that will love you and treat you right, something that Jungkook can’t do simply because he knows himself too good. Jungkook liked this girl once, he was really into her, of course she wasn’t you she didn’t have a past with him and he never imagined her while having sex with someone else, but still, jungkook liked her enough to ask her out on a date for the first time ever. Things were going okay the first weeks, Jungkook felt nice and he thought that he could finally settle down. But then, about a month after they had started their relationship jungkook cheated, and he cheated badly. He started having this affair with another girl while being in a relationship with the first one. He didn’t care bout the girl anymore, he was bored because he got tired of fucking the same pussy over and over again. One night the condom broke and the second girl got pregnant, Jungkook didn’t want a baby, and he certainly didn’t want a baby with this side chick so he made her have an abortion. The girl he had be dating learnt about it, she was more than devastated. Jungkook might be an asshole but he knew he broke her heart, he knew he left a trauma behind. Both girls were deeply hurt. And that was it, what Jungkook learnt from this experience is that he is no good for a relationship, that’s why he thinks that he doesn’t deserve you, because even though he might be mad about you now, he will probably hurt your feelings in the future and he doesn’t want that, he doesn’t know what he would do if he ever hurt you.

“I should get going” Jungkook said. Your heart almost stopped, you didn’t want him gone, this minute has been the best minute you had this past week. As he turned around you stopped him, it seemed like he flickered at your touch

“Wait” you paused grabbing one more scotch “ Can you help a girl take down two bottles?” You tried to act confident and not needy when in reality you were, you were so needy of him, you wanted to just talk to him until the sun rises. You knew Jungkook wouldn’t say no to drinks.

“Y/N, I- I don’t know if I should” Jungkook hesitated. That was weird, you knew he wouldn’t turn you down, not after you knew that he liked you enough to spend a night with you. What was troubling him?

“Hey what’s going on? Why are you giving me the cold shoulder all of the sudden?”

What was he going to answer? He couldn’t say the truth, because he doesn’t even believe the truth. He doesn’t believe he doesn’t want to hang out with you because he has this small crush on you. He couldn’t fucking spill that. But he also couldn’t find an excuse and he didn’t want to sound rude, so there is only one thing left. Jungkook sucks it up and goes back home with you. How the fuck is he going to control himself? He has masturbated to you a thousand times by now. You were all he could think about, how is he supposed to sit next to you and not touch you? Especially when alcohol has inserted into his system. “Y/n, just for a little bit okay? I need to wake up early tomorrow”

“Sure” you go passed him heading towards the cashier to pay the drinks when his hand stops you, and along with your movement your breathing stops as well. Skinship is something you can’t handle with Jungkook, you know it’s your weakness and you have to fight it.

“Let me pay, please”

“Alright but next time is on me”

Fuck, Jungkook couldn’t believe you just said ‘next time’. He wanted a ‘next time’ so bad but he knew it should never happen, a next time could really damage things

You opened the door to your house leaving the bag with the drinks on the kitchen counter. You see Jungkook getting out of his jacket and you can spot his toned skin peaking through his v shirt, his muscles trying to escape the cotton fabric. You try not to drool over him because that was pathetic, you never stare at guys like that but you couldn’t help it with Jungkook, knowing what’s under there slowly and painfully killed you.

“Do you want to see a movie?” You ask, mainly because a movie was more comforting than talking with Jungkook. If you started discussing with him, watching his mouth move, his brown eyes looking at you with a way they only can, you would be lost in a second.

“Im only staying a little, we don’t have enough time for a movie” Jungkook said grabbing one of the bottles and opening it up “Where are your glasses?”

“To the left shelf” you see Jungkook heading towards the direction and you have some time to admire his back muscles and thighs. God those thighs, they look like they are begging to get out of his jeans -and you would be happy to help with that-. You shake your head and try to snap back to reality as you see him coming towards you with two glasses filled with scotch on his hands

“Here you go” he hands you the glass and as you touch hands a spark must have float around the room. It was so quick yet it was enough for you to feel his warmth and the butterflies growing in your stomach. He sat down on the couch next to you and his cologne wasn’t helping your mind at all. He was a drag. “So how have you been doing this past week?” He asks while looking at his scotch.

How have you been doing? You’ve been thinking about him literally all week long. God you wanted to kiss him and get it out of your system but everything has its limits, iron ore cannot be educated into gold. “It’s been chill, how about you?”

He turned his gaze up to you. He stared at your eyes a bit before answering “Same, nothing much”

The night was good, you were at the third glass and you were laughing at a joke Jungkook just said. It was nice to catch up with Jungkook after such a long time, you don’t feel such a stranger next to him after talking for this past hour. He indeed is a really nice kid, you just wish he was something more. Your head started spinning and you couldn’t think straight, all you could think about was his lips. Jungkook would caught you staring at his bottom lip while he was talking but he never said something about it, only thing he did was very slowly lick his bottom lip from side to side and it felt like he did it on purpose. But you couldn’t deal with him anymore, as you see him pause from what he was saying you go closer, your nose touching his, you were drunk, you didn’t know what you were doing but everything felt so right.

“Y/n?” Jungkook tried so hard not to moan your name as your scent bathed him. He knows he took it too far, he shouldn’t have played with you when you were staring at his lips -especially when you were drunk- but he couldn’t help it. It gives him so much confident to know that a girl like you was staring at his lips. You come even closer and Jungkook starts wondering if you can hear his heart beat, because let me tell you, his heart was beating extremely loud. “Y/n” Jungkook repeats and rests his forehead on yours “We shouldn’t, I should go”

“No” you grab his hand making it wrap around your waist “Stay” you paper kiss his cheek

“I won’t be able to control my self if you keep doing that”

“Then don’t” you say, and start kissing his lips, jungkook trows you down on the couch and falls on top of you kissing you deeply. Jungkook can’t believe this is actually happening, he never thought he would see you again and now he is on top of you planting kiss along your face. Jungkook didn’t want to have sex with you tonight, he really didn’t, this would be too far. But he doesn’t think he can control himself. Jungkook will definitely give in if you make a move, and that really troubles him. Jungkook wants you to make a move, because he wants you badly. But what after tonight? Would you want more from him? His train of thoughts got lost when you started nibbling on his neck. Jungkook loved that, especially coming from you. ‘I should be in bed’ is what he should have said, but he’s too weak

You let yourself feel his warmth knowing that you wouldn’t have it forever. Jungkook is there with you and he is hard groaning at your touch, there is literally nothing you wanted more than just that.

“Jungkook” you moan “lets go upstairs”

Shit, he cursed internally. Jungkook thought about all the things he wanted to do to you tonight, he wanted to make you scream on top of your lungs and then hit you… bad. But then he would want to caress your face, and gently kiss you. He couldn’t believe he got hard just by simply imagining what he would do to you. He knew better than that, he had better stamina and will power but still, you managed to make him rock.

He dug his nails into your skin, making you writhe underneath him and create a tantalizing friction between you two. You gasped audibly when you felt him rip away your skirt and underwear, quickly digging his fingers into your warmth. Jesus, those long motherfuckers really reached right up to your innermost walls. To shut you Jungkook shoved the fingers of his free hand into your mouth which you greedily sucked on. “You’re sure you still want to go upstairs?” He hissed right into your ear

“Please” you manage to say while a couple of his fingers were still in your mouth. Jungkook waited no more, he took you on his arms and headed upstairs to where your bedroom was. He threw you o bed and you curled up to the side enjoying the sight you had. Jungkook getting out of this damn shirt and jeans, his muscles finally making an appearance even thought you could technically already see them before. Jungkook noticed you staring and a smirk appeared on his perfect face

“Like what you see?”

“Please..” you chuckle. You like the arrogant and cocky Jungkook, he was fun

He came closer, your faces millimeters away “Is ‘Please’ the only word you know?” Jungkook bit your ear “Because by the end of this, ‘stop’ will be the only thing you will be able to say”

You stopped breathing when he said that, you squeezed your thighs together trying to relieve the feeling you had going on in between your legs, Jungkook noticed “Want me to help with that?” You nodded and in no time Jungkook’s head was over your area. He grabbed your waist making you stable for him as he started licking circles around your clit. You moan so hard to that because you’ve been wanting it for so long. Jungkook’s tangue feels so warm and it does such a great job you could literally come right now. “Fuck you are so wet” Jungkook took a small break from licking you before he started shoving his tongue inside of you.

“Ah Jungkook, Yes” Jungkook was rubbing your g-spot with his tongue over and over and it felt like you wouldn’t be able to last long so you pulled away, throwing him on the bed and going down to his member. You spit on it 2 times before you start jerking him off, you didn’t use your mouth at first, you always liked to tease him. “You like that?” You ask Jungkook, a cheeky smile on your face.

Jungkook licked his lips, feeling your hands around him felt so good, it felt better than feeling other girls’ vaginas. That’s how bad he wanted you. But even though he was satisfied with you only using hands, Jungkook knew you would use mouth eventually and he knew for a fact that you wanted to tease him so he grabbed your neck and forced you on his cock’s head. Jungkook was rough in bed, but he always wanted to make sure you were fine with what he would do, just because you’re y/n.

“Be a good girl and let me throat fuck you, would you?” Hearing Jungkook talk like that light up a spark inside of you, you hum in response as he starts thrusting his hard member in and out of your mouth. Jungkook was going so fast you thought the bed would fall in pieces “Fuck! You feel so good baby”

That’s it, that’s what Jungkook shouldn’t have said to you. It felt nice saying it, it felt sincere but it was too much, what he was filling was too much and what you two were doing only fed up to those feelings. Jungkook shouldn’t have said ‘baby’, this was too close, this thing you had became too intimate. Jungkook felt wrong for saying that but he saw no reaction from you, so he just omitted it. But still, it happened. And Jungkook knows that sooner or later this had to stop, but you feel too good right now and he wants to stop thinking about other things and just focus on your mouth rapped around his length which was eager to get a taste from your pussy.

Jungkook stops and you remove your lips from his member, a saliva string following your mouth. Jungkook fucking loved the sight. He grabs your ass giving it a firm squeeze before bringing you closer to his naked body. He starts kissing your neck while slapping your ass and you can feel his hard member resting on your stomach just above your area. He threw you down words, not doggy style because fuck doggy style, you were the one he wanted and there was no need to hide your face when the only face he wants to see while fucking is yours. And that’s was bothering him, a whole fucking lot. You bit his neck and Jungkook puts his tip in you, a few seconds later, when he was certain that you had stretched enough to accommodate him, he began moving in and out, grabbing your ass to maintain his rhythm. Your arms wrapped around his neck while your fingers pulled at his short brown hair at the nape. You moan as you feel him stretching you good.

“God, harder oppa”

You were both socked. Jungkook didn’t believe his ears, he was older than you and it would be considered totally normal if you called him oppa. But you never called him like that, even when you were little. He doesn’t know why but you calling him oppa turned him on so much more. He started thrusting harder inside of you just because of that damn honorific you used. You don’t know why you said it either. You just felt like it, Jungkook was treating you like an oppa, he did buy you the drinks and he fucked you good. Even though it felt so right to say, you were still skeptical about it. Jungkook was going very hard but he still made very delicate moves towards you, he capped your face and came closer leaving a hickey under your jawline “Call me oppa again” he whispered, but it seemed more like a growl. Fuck, did he like it? Did Jungkook like being called oppa in general or just by you? You really hopeed for the second one.

“You’re fucking me so good oppa please keep going”

You thrust yourself back towards him to get more and more and more of him until it was almost too much, too big, too thick. You were filled to the brim, spread out around his length as he plunged in and out. You could hear your own rasping breath and forgot about everything, about why you called him oppa, what you would do after tonight, what you and jungkook were, you could hear his rough pants and feel his pleasure growing with yours as he changed rhythm, rough, fast and hard then smooth and so slow you ached with it, both of your pleasures building up begging for release. Jungkook plunged into you one more time, he held himself still for one long, long moment, his hands so tight on your flesh you was going to have bruises, then he groaned and pulled out, spilling himself in pale, curling streams all over you.

“Let me clean you up” Jungkook got up but you stoped him, you grabbed a towel and cleaned his cum off of you. Jungkook was smiling like a kid the entire time, it was maybe because you looked so pure while doing it or because of this fucking crush he had no you… or maybe both. Jungkook didn’t care about anything he grabbed you and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. He lightly stroked your hair and smiled.

“Jungkook, weren’t you supposed to wake up early tomorrow?”

Jungkook threw you on bed with him, wrapping his hand around you “Fuck that shit” he said and buried his head on your hair, he loved the smell of your shampoo, he could smell it all day. But then Jungkook realized, he can’t. Because he couldn’t have you like this all day, god he shouldn’t have you at all. The situation between the two of you was too complicated, sometimes Jungkook felt overwhelmed by your existence. You were everything he needed yet he was everything you needed to stay way from. You made flowers grow in his lungs and although they were beautiful, Jungkook couldn’t fucking breathe.

[perfectionistincrisis]

Day 78

Almost 8 years back, when I used to have a HUUUGEE crush on him, we didnt used to talk yet & then we did a litttle - well but like I always used to talk to myself - hold on - no, you must be thinking im crazy - no no - i used to pretend like he was in front of me and i just used to pour my heart out! It used to feel really good. And thennnnn, after we started going out, there were nuuuuumerooouuuus times i got grounded! I used to do the saaaame all those times. Just talk to myself, whatever i want to, whatever comes in my head & & dont get the wrong idea - i didnt use to speak my heart out and it didnt used to feel so good cause i was talking to “myself” BUT i used to do it because i used to imagine HIM in front of me. And yes, i would really pour my heart out to him & yes, it would really feel so good. 

Okay so why I am mentioning it today is because now i caught myself doing the same again! i talk to myself like im talking to him & he’s right here. And i just keep going on and on and on. Lol yeah yeah im a weirdo so here comes the fun and weird - or weirderrrr - part. I sometimes repeat the whole crap i just spoke out all over again. like the whole bunch of crap i just blabbered. I mean idk. Maybe partly cause ik that im just pretending like he is here but he is not, i kind of try to remember what im saying cause im not actually talking to him. and then after im done talking maybe i feel lonely and aware of the fact he is not here and then i try to feel like he is though all over again and then i try hard to remember everything i just said and say it all over again. Lol. idk maybe this is simply the definition of pure madness!

But. It means something to me. It keeps me going! 

Oh about yesterday. I missed out a tiny part of me being happy shopping! I had dad’s credit card to myself lol. So i just had to go to a shop get my stuff and go to the cashier, enter pin and beep beep dad gets a text message of the money he just spent!!!! Haha! Dad was around though, outside the shops

So last night i just couldnt sleep. like i slept an hour and then i woke up and couldnt get back to sleep until like 6am wth. FALLING asleep can be such a struggle. NOT FALLING asleep can be a truggle too which i am really aware of. but like FALLING asleep? Wth? it shouldve been a piece of cake man. LIFE Ugh! 

So i was kinda tired the whole day

I ate real food today. Most days i only live on apples and almonds and tea. Today I had a grilled fish and lettuce salad and then has a falafel sandwich. I dont feel THAT bad or bad at all i guess cause it was a healthy choice but then still, it was ‘food’ so yeah! Tomorrow i need to go back to apple & almonds. 

I think about him all the time. With time, it keeps getting harder & harder, staying away from him. Also, I just cant get myself to picture a happy face of him. Like an actual happy face, one where ik he is actually happy... And that just kills me..

I guess its not supposed to be easy duh. but like. idk what im trying to say. idk. Its just that. Ugh.. Ya Allah make this easy for both of us & please give us sabr. 

Oh i just remembered. So i dont feel like doing stuff. Idk. simple stuff. Any stuff. Like open something new i bought WHICHHH btw is really “something” to me! I mean, i mean this will pass and obviously he is not there next to me & even before he didnt used to be there but then id still idk send him a pic or idk tell him about it and idk it would just make me happy but now i just have to do something and i wont be able to share it with him and ikkkkkk inshaAllah one day He will give us the chance to have moment like that but but but. I still have this thing. Like i go like - yeah, but this ones just gna goo.. - hmph. Idk if that makes me greedy.. I guess I kinda am.. 

And yeah its not something as stupid as opening stuff or showing him stuff i bought but like each and everything in my life... hehh

I never wanted to admit it even to “MYSELF” but i died a million times the day he went to bd. I dont ‘really’ understand why. I mean, yeah kinddddaaa feeling bad is ok but i felt ‘really’ bad - that i had been lying to myself tryingt o make myself believe that it was just a coincident i felt really depressed right the day he went to bd and the next maybe >.> no but the next days one wasnt bd, it was life. but ugh im not THAT depressed now, i mean i think i suffer from depression - maybe really mild not to severe or maybe more than mild idk. But to say ive got no problem at all and im completely fine? WHO AM I KIDDING??? lmao 

The thing is - these days - are better than the really bad days. Thats all im gna say! But. Alhamdulillah <3 I really cant say I can be ungrateful any single day of my life but.. Its really not that simple.. I am grateful, I always am, Even when i am tired - so. damn. tired. - of life but - i just cant explain it! 

Ok so the thing is, yeah i felt bad when he went to bd, cause yeah it felt like he went far. and that means it still feels like before when we used to talk and id feel bad cause he went far. So i guess it doesnt matter whether we talk or not, when hes far, hes far, and i feel it.. Also today i came to know he will come back after Eid! Thats pretty long! But i really hope he enjoys inshaAllah! 

I kinda realized i write a lot about him - but tbh - thats basically me! He is a.l.w.a.y.s.s.s.s. there. And Always Will Be.. InshaAllah

And now i will work out UGH - I want to hire someone whod point a gun at me every single day to get me on the treadmill that would be REALLY HELPFUL CAUSE I JUST CANT MAKE ME! )(*&^@#$^%^&#*@(&*&^#*&^#*$()*(@))*)($*)($

Ok bye :) xox

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1-69 and 70 binch

01:  Do you have a good relationship with your parents? yeah a pretty decent one

02:  Who did you last say “I love you” to? @joshwydboy

03:  Do you regret anything?hmm yeah some things

04: Are you insecure?hell yeah i am

05:  What is your relationship status?single

06: How do you want to die?idk, probably quickly and without others watching me deteriorate

07: What did you last eat?an entire bag of ruffles cheddar chips and an offbrand oatmeal cookie

08:Played any sports? was interested in baseball

09:Do you bite your nails?nope

10:When was your last physical fight?dont think ive ever had one tbh

11:  Do you like someone? yup, two people actually.

12:  Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?nope but i have stayed up for 24 hours

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?i have issues truly hating people, but there is one or two people i very strongly dislike (of whom that ive met)

14: Do you miss someone?yeah, dont we all?

15:  Have any pets? a budgie and a daschund

16:  How exactly are you feeling at the moment?hmm content i suppose, a lil tired but null of emotions i suppose?

17:  Ever made out in the bathroom?considering ive never truly had a kiss, no.

18: Are you scared of spiders?they make me uneasy sometimes but i can deal w them (but not the fuzzy many legged fucker that comes out of my drains)

19:  Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?probably not. whats the point in heading back in time like????

20:  Where was the last place you snogged someone? never

21:  What are your plans for this weekend?                sit in my room unless we go to some store or somethin tbh

22:  Do you want to have kids? How many?    not particularly. i mean im fine with adopting a child i guess i mean im pretty indifferent, im just not pushing one out of me lmaoooo

23:   Do you have piercings? How many?nope but i want some lmao

24:What is/are/were your best subject(s)?hmm.. probably math, science (mostly zoology), and art ofc.

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?                 not really

26: What are you craving right now?food and affection but not like just anyone’s affection yknow?

27:Have you ever broken someone’s heart?i suppose i have.

28: Have you ever been cheated on?nope

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?  unintentionally i think? not quite sure

30: What’s irritating you right now?this pain in my mouth

31: Does somebody love you?ive been told so

32:What is your favourite color?pastel colors, pink and blue

33: Do you have trust issues?yep. have trouble trusting people

34: Who/what was your last dream about? punny, @joshwydboy and i were dressing in hazmat suits to go fight this alien monster who looked similar to XLR8 from ben 10 and it was in this small dark building and there were demonic puppets following us and trying to kill us. it was odd.

35:Who was the last person you cried in front of?hmm… not sure.. i dont really let myself cry in front of people. i think the last that i can remember is in front of a friend bc i spilled her coffee on accident and thought she’d hate me forever

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? yeah

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? easier to forgive            

38: Is this year the best year of your life?       hmm. not quite, this year has had some good things but also many bad things so far.      

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?  never had one

40:Have you ever walked outside completely naked?nope

51: Favourite food?potato wedges

52:Do you believe everything happens for a reason?               sometimes.

53:  What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?               left the door cracked a bit since i was home alone so the dog would be able to leave the room if she wanted out

54: Is cheating ever okay?               no

55: Are you mean?               i try not to be. i hate being mean but sometimes i am snappy and rude

56:  How many people have you fist fought? none             

57: Do you believe in true love?     i mean maybe?         

58:   Favourite weather?              overcast skies/ lightly rainy days

59:   Do you like the snow?               not really

60:  Do you wanna get married?           idk maybe   

61:   Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?    no not really  it sounds kinda gross

62:What makes you happy?               @punnyneuroticand sweets

63:Would you change your name?              hell yeah

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?               uhm considering ive never kissed anyone no

65:Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?               if i dont like them back ill let them know it, its getting harder for me to have romantic feelings towards many people anyway

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?               hmm.. i dont think i have anyone who i can be completely myself around

67:  Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?               the cashier at the gas station

68:Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?  @punnyneurotic probably

69:  Do you believe in soulmates?   yup, to an extent. i especially like punny’s version of soulmates that we chatted about once 

70:  Is there anyone you would die for?punny, my sister/mom/dad,@joshwydboy, pretty much any of my really close friends.