#that and the fact that it barely ever works anyways

[grotesquevi]

misc. smut prompt #24 with ellie😝😘

cw   #  18+ mdni, academic rivals, fingering, dirty talk, loser sub!ellie, choking. as usual, this comes with a music rec. this is an special celebration as i just reached 1k followers! feel free to look at the prompt list i'll be working with to get some drabbles out and send a max of 2 numbers + a character to my ask if you want to join! wc: 1.8k they will be smaller than this also. i got heavily carried away. what the hell.

“can you stop being a damn pervert for five seconds of your life?” oh man. ellie shouldn't be enjoying this so much. shouldn't be so entertained by the scrunch your nose gives when talking to her, standing tall and ready to punch her in the nose if necessary "i can see you staring at my tits. quit being annoying."

"we are sharing a cig of peace, psycho" she dares to lie for a moment, turning away to light up the stick between her lips for a second, the smoke filling the air as she exhales — "i'm not staring at your tits."

"why did you drag me here anyway?" you inquire already losing your patience "i can barely hear the music and i'm sure jesse wont like the fact we're smoking in his room."

ellie cant help it anyway, when she's blowing the smoke to your face and you sigh pissed. of course you're acting like a prick: she took the #1 spot in most of your classes, become the favorite of the teachers taking away your spot even when you actually sacrifice a lot to have the attention you have only for her to be what? barely moving a finger to say something incredibly intelligent? fucking cunt.

"jesus. i brought you here to offer a deal, one that could benefit you if you listen for once" ellie swears she can see the tension, rigid muscles even when she's giving you the cigarette and you doubt for a second to accept it: is she capable of poison it? yes. but she's far from doing that to you—. "i was thinking of letting you be the first of the class again."

"you what?"

"yeah" to be sincere. ellie williams doesn't give two shits about being the best of the class, it's a title she's not that interested in carrying, and while you smoke, she also knows about the fact she's biased cause you're so pretty it hurts to see the hate on your face every time you look down her way. how you're able to be so actively avoiding her like she has done something awful, something more than just academic reasons. "i don't care about having the best grades. i can be mistaken in a couple of answers on the next tests and you'll be back in the game."

"and what do you want in return?"

"nothing."

"nothing? you can't be serious."

"yes," she thinks about it for a second before her impulses take over, ellie will regret this later after three more beers. "i won't make you sleep with me if that's what you're wondering."

"and why not?"

her breathing hitches on the back of her throat for a second, and she can't tell if you're being serious or if you're just messing with her — "are you asking me why i'm not blackmailing you with sex?"

"no, i'm asking if you want to sleep with me" you rephrase again hitting the jackpot, and as the silence settles in like a heavy blanket, it makes your rival stay silent for a minute or two before you're adding impatient as ever: "answer me. c'mon, i know you're quick to catch up."

"i just want you to stop giving me that look."

"which look?"

"you know. that look you give me every day in uni. when you're avoiding me at all costs. like there's no one you could hate more."

you try to think about an answer that's good enough to fight her accusations, but its impossible as you shut up and instead, smoke from the cigarette she gave you. the organic tobacco she rolled in an small paper in dead silence minutes before.

"i do hate you," you reply sincerely, "you're more intelligent than me. funnier. hotter. every one i've ever talked to fucking loves you, and it makes me hate you even more."

"i'm sorry."

"no i don't think you're sorry, ellie" now you're the one staring at her tits, at the half buttoned-tucked shirt, the necklace that gets lost inside right between a bra-less chest. she's using this black sleek pants and ellie can swear she can feel the holes your eyes make when taking in every part of her body, swallowing her slowly. "all of this outfit- is because you had an important test today?"

she doesn't realize you're that close at first, too late to say anything as she gulps down and nods—. "you mean for the suit? yes. needed a beer after all the stress."

"how did it go?” you’re so quick to reply, to keep the conversation going the way you want to. should be considered a damn talent cause it helps her brain take some time out when ellie’s feeling your hand in her legs, squeezing the flesh ever so slightly that she has to try so hard not to look at the contact there, burning. “bet you got an A since you’re a smart ass.”

"well, if i'm right, then i should be getting an A- while you can have the A+ next friday when it's your turn."

"you really thought about this a lot huh?"

"i did- sorry, are you trying to seduce me?" you seemed to forgot about the cigarette now consuming on the empty glass of water close to jesse's bed, makes ellie think about how she’s not blushing, why she sounds so confident even when you blatantly laugh at her face.

"you know what i hate even more about you?" your-so-long rival is currently lost in the color of your eyes, this damn t-shirt you're wearing that gives her such a nice view of your cleavage when she's fighting hard to keep her eyes focused on your face instead of your chest, have some decency for once — "how you got me all curious about you, without even noticing."

ellie's heart beats loudly in her ear, the sound making everything else fall into silence: you are flirting with her. and she let it happen cause she's amazed when your fingers tightens around her leg, squeezing the skin with a much more noticeable force and making her unsure for a second if thats you making a move, cause she's so into letting you have all of her.

of course it's a fucking move.

your lips are soft against hers, almost unsure if you should be more demanding until ellie's pushing you closer, parting her legs mid-way through the unexpected kiss as a silent invitation, as a way of almost saying she needs you taking more, over direct skin and not the layer of her jeans.

"yeah i am seducing you. i think its working just fine" you finally accepted, looking at her through those eyes she knows already from memory, that smile you always do when things go your way—. "would you finish opening up your legs f'me so i can finger you better?"

what amazes ellie even more than your question, is the blatant way she listens to you and actually do what you ask. when she's parting her legs wide open and her weight rests over the palm of her left hand when leaning backwards, and you seemed pleased as you're unzipping her pants, taking your shirt off cause you're kind enough to give her a nice view, something to ground her and bring the astronaut back to earth.

"is this okay?" she's erratic when nodding, as your hand toys with the waistband of her underwear — "you gonna tell me if it's too much, ells?"

"god, it's more than okay- i'll do anything you want me to," she cant help but choke when saying it, you're making her sweat in her cute suit. "anything at all. you just have to name it."

"good," you reply leaving soft kisses in the crook of her neck, not near enough to be marks, but yes to leave saliva glistening in the skin that slowly burned even hotter. "you just stay where you are and don't move. got you where i want you."

so your fingers graze against her underwear, soaked already it clings into her cunt, molding to your fingers. even from over a barrier of cotton, ellie swears she can feel the warmth of your fingertips go down her folds, pushing the underwear with a couple of digits until she can actually feel the roughness of it rubbing against the sensitive flesh, torturing her, driving her to a madness she craves to feel like a fever.

"oh fuck," ellie moans, her lips part unafraid of making some noises when the music's outside too loud to care, when she already locked the door from when she invited you to smoke a cigarette under the premise of having to talk. her hips rub on slow circles and suddenly she moving against your fingers, staining her black pants with her own arousal, "is this your way of making it up f'me? for making you number one again?"

"mhm," you're too concentrated to use your words when you're making her underwear to the side, cursing under your breath about how her cute outfit does nothing but get in the way, it makes ellie chuckle at your lack of patience even when she's already overwhelmed by your intoxicating touch as she holds you by the arm afraid you'll slip away.

"you've always been the number one" she manages to say when you're rubbing on her clit, when you're touching her as a reward she deserves more than ever — "you know that. you've always been the best."

she's feeding on your ego and it's so damn rewarding, so damn good. makes your skin shiver when ellie's riding your fingers, when the chain on around her neck catches your attention and you're using the jewelry to choke her, have total control and just enough force to wrap the silver around your fist there in your free hand and pull sufficient to make her gasp.

"what else?" you ask, drunk on her words "what else you've been keeping from me? you were salivating for me like this all semester?"

her cheeks finally acquire the most intense shade of red you've ever seen, spreading against her freckles, going down her neck, and you'd like to tease her about her reaction, make fun of her when she's so lame about you, so given to whatever you ask.

and ellie's puzzled at this point cause when she cums all over your hand? you've barely fucked her with a couple of fingers, stretching her cunt patiently as she does nothing more than whine until you came across that nice spot she loves, the very same that makes her body shake in not nearly enough minutes.

is she blushing at the lack of oxygen when you're choking her with the necklace she loves? or is it thanks to the force of the orgasm that got her all flustered and shy?

"did you just cum?" you ask almost not believing it, brows furrowed, still hungry for more "hell williams. get up. we're going again i'm not really done with you."

damn right you're number one, was there ever any doubt?

[outerbankies]

I miss nl rafe but I won't mind some cowboy!rafe want to know more about him and the dynamic of relationship with him

that’s when — rafe cameron

also known as, cowboy!rafe takes reader into town for some boots 🤠🩵

more cowboy!rafe

“What… are those?”

“Aren’t they so cute?”

Rafe can barely even get an honest look at the pair of knee-high, cherry red cowboy boots you were modeling for him with the way you were tapping them around so excitedly, unworn soles almost slipping against the shiny flooring of Tony’s Western Wear.

You nearly do slip at one point, Rafe’s hand coming to hold yours instantly, mooring. “Woah. Got it?”

“Mhm,” you nod, not at all perturbed. “Tony said two weeks and they’ll be broken in. Gotta scuff up the bottoms. Leather! Wanna see?”

Rafe is at a loss as you kick up a boot to show him, catching your foot and holding it up for you.

He’d sent you off with the owner of his go-to shop — the only one worth going to in town if you asked him — entrusting Tony would find you a pair of work boots, because that’s what Rafe had asked him to do.

“They’re… red,” he says unhelpfully as you saunter back over to the full body mirror, leaving the scent of fresh leather in your wake.

He sees your lit-up eyes in the mirror and stops himself from admitting that they make you look like a rich tourist fresh off of a Sprinter van from the satellite airport an hour from here.

But aren’t you?

He forgets that fact more and more these days. 

“I’m obsessed, Tony,” you call, strutting off to the back of the store. “Let’s get these, too.”

“Tony,” Rafe says, exasperated as the owner comes around, holding his hands up in surrender. “I said work boots, didn’t I? Or am I crazy?”

“Relax,” Tony says. “She picked another pair. Even got her into some ropers, too.”

“Oh, thank god for that,” Rafe deadpans.

Tony gives him a blank look. “You wanna tell her no?”

“But these,” you say, coming back around, a cowboy hat somehow having materialized on your head, still showing off your boots to him — like he could miss the way they made your legs look, miles of skin exposed by the cutoff shorts you chose for this June day. Man, these boots were gonna be an issue for him. “Are so much cuter. Can I wear these out? You’ll box up the others?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tony says, accepting the black card you dig out of your purse. One look at Rafe, who shakes his head subtly, and he knows to put these on Rafe’s account instead. That’s the account he puts all of the cowboys’ stuff on anyway — this is no different, he tells himself.

“What happened to your work boots, huh? You said you wanted to go riding,” Rafe teases, finally standing from the stool he’d taken to an hour ago and stretching his arms over his head, his quick trip into town with you for a pair of boots somehow turning into his lower back getting sore from sitting so long and 10 missed calls from the ranch.

“I do,” you say. “And I have some normal, boring boots for that now, since you insisted. But these are for fun.”

“For fun?” Rafe repeats, failing to mask any amusement. He loved living in your world.

“For fun,” you repeat, stepping into place under his arm after he opens the door for you, nodding to Tony — he better enjoy that commission — as he holds your real boots and the shoes you wore in today in the bag with his other hand. “When we go to the bar with the boys, or you finally take me to dinner at the one spot.”

Rafe hardly ever pictured himself walking side by side with an out-of-towner down Main Street in broad daylight, barely going a block without having to nod his head at one of his father’s friends or stop and talk with one of the ladies who had a question about their son coming to work on the ranch. 

The ladies don’t venture to mention their single daughters of his age anymore, Rafe’s noticed, not with you on his arm and getting judgmental glances you were too unflappable to take seriously.

You keep walking right past Rafe’s truck like he knew you would, you and your new boots heading straight for the ice cream shop you’ve taken a liking to in your time here, a stop he’d factored into your trip today before you spent over an hour trying on boots. But Rafe stands by the passenger side door adamantly, having already tossed your shoes in the backseat.

“No time today, baby,” he says. “We should be gettin’ back.”

You turn, hip cocked immediately. Expensive sunglasses with no practicality, lip shade matching your new boots, a vision this town has never seen.

Rafe doesn’t throw his head back in indignation, because he doesn’t want you to know that he knows he’s already lost.

“C’mon,” you say, that accent still so out of place, even more so now with your new getup. “Just a scoop. I’ll eat in the truck.”

Rafe sighs, but he doesn’t move.

“Fine. I’ll meet you back at home,” you say, taking off in the direction of the shop.

“And how’re you gonna do that?” he calls, ignoring the way you said ‘home’ like that’s what it was to you. Like this wasn’t all temporary. “It’s thirty minutes back to the ranch.”

Rafe hadn’t followed you down the street, but he comes around to the front of his truck when you come to a stop, now a storefront down.

Two cowboys from the Peterson ranch pass by you then, both tipping their hats. You give one of them a smile Rafe remembers, from weeks ago when he first took a liking to you; now you look back at him with a wicked grin, and it lights his body on fire.

“You really think I’ll have trouble getting a ride, Rafe?”

Unsurprised by his paper-thin resolve, Rafe walks right past you and toward the direction of the ice cream shop, feeling a smile spread across his face when you stumble to keep up with a single, pleased giggle, your hat knocking into his when you fit right back under his arm, your brand new boots a stark contrast to the ones he wears every day - somehow complementing each other anyway.

“Those are makin’ you act up.”

[bewitched-hours]

I would like to request some Elliot (forsaken) x reader fluff please :> ♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·*♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·

I have been craving jealous fluff with Elliot and reader

(I will admit, I’ve been seeing an increase in pizza burger and paycheck and I have been getting envious myself ;-;)

it can be either reader or Elliot whose jealous, either way I’ll eat it up like a gourmet meal :0

you can make it the tiniest bit suggestive towards the end, but I prefer keeping it child friendly please ^_^

♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·*♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·

that’s all, thank you! Have some water or snacks, get some sleep, take care of yourself :D

Aw man, you're too sweet there with the end (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) And how about I raise you one better? Two stories in one where we can get both our little jealous pizza man and jealous reader like two sides of a coin- (I'm still silly)

The reader shall get They/Them pronouns for this ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Jealous Elliot;

He couldn't bare the sight...

It was like a switch flipped when you accepted his awkward but adorable confession and started calling him your boyfriend. The other survivors obviously supported you both but the fact you were always kind to everyone in the cabin was a problem to him.

You were always like this, for the record. Elliot had figured it wasn't a bit deal but now...

He sees a lot of the other survivors as threats to your relationship.

What if 007n7 tries to get his hands on you?

What if Chance's cocky comments rubbed off on you as flirting?

Elliot found himself jealous of nearly everyone you talked to but he didn't dare to utter a word. He knew this wasn't right.

You had a right to form your own relationships with the others.

But something just didn't feel right...

He'd even find himself hesitating to help the survivors that made him jealous during some rounds.

And you could tell. Not that he was particularly good at hiding it anyways. You just weren't sure if you should confront him on it.

Until Builderman decided to sit you both down at the kitchen table after dinner.

"Alright, love birds. Whatever's going on ends tonight because I'm not having either of you mess up another round because Elliot's feeling insecure." He was clearly frustrated, neither Elliot or you dared to speak up as he left the kitchen to give you two privacy.

It was awkward... But you knew this would come one way or another.

You were first to speak up. Not in confusion or agitation. Just in a gentle tone to avoid pressuring your boyfriend. "Elliot, what's wrong? You've been tense ever since we started dating..." You muttered, thinking you did something wrong and Elliot noticeably tensed up.

He didn't realize he was that obvious from the start but he was also shocked you seemed to think it was an issue with you. He eventually sighed, raising his hand to cup your cheek and you almost instinctively leaned into it.

If only you knew how his heart could melt whenever you did things like this...

"I'm sorry..." He muttered out meekly, giving you a gentle kiss before resting his forehead against yours. He felt incredibly guilty over how he made you feel. "I don't... I guess I got jealous..." He admitted, surprising you a bit.

You've never seen him jealous before you started dating...

But you sighed. Not in disappointment as Elliot first thought. But in Relief. "I was so scared... I thought I did something..." You placed your hand over his on your cheek, not allowing him to respond before you started addressing the issue again.

"Elliot, you're the greatest boyfriend I could've asked for... Please try to trust me when I say that nothing will get between us..." You gave him such a soft look, he could've turned into a puddle with how beautiful you looked to him in that moment.

You knew he couldn't help his jealousy but with your reassurance and communication, you were hoping you could both work on this and cancel out the jealousy like a nasty bug.

That night, you decided to accompany him to his cabin and sleep with him curled up against your chest. You could only play with his hair while he listened to your heartbeat until you decided to let exhaustion take hold over you as well and kissed your sweet pizza man on the head before drifting off to sleep.

Jealous Reader;

You couldn't help yourself.

Elliot was supposed to be yours. You didn't know why you were jealous that he interacted with the others.

For some reason Chance felt like the biggest threat, really.

Still, Elliot was your boyfriend. Why did it feel like he was acting too friendly with the others ever since you started dating.

You knew nothing changed. Everyone was supportive of your relationship.

But your jealousy was hard to conceal. And it even affected the way you handled rounds.

Instead of helping stun the Killer or distracting them for the people you perceived as threats to your relationship, you'd simply run and leave them to handle it on their own.

And they were... Less than happy with it.

"Alright, trouble in paradise. Either you two handle this now or [Name] is gonna have to suck up whatever's going up because I'm not having this anymore." Chance demanded, not even hiding his frustration as he left Elliot and you sitting in the kitchen.

You felt awkward but Elliot just looked at you in a mix of confusion and gentleness. It hurt to see him like that.

"Sweetheart... Please talk to me." His words could be clouds for you to lay on...

And you laid there, holding his hands as he rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hands with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, Ell..." You choked out, a fear tears making its way through as you sighed. "I just started getting jealous over almost everyone... I don't understand why..." You could've cried but you held back, not wanting Elliot to feel bad.

But he did. And he quickly pulled you into a tight but reassuring hug. "[Name], you have nothing to worry about, I promise you..." He whispered into your ear, easing your worries a little as you let a couple of tears rush down to his shoulder.

"I'm yours. I will forever be yours and I'm sorry if I did anything to make you feel that way... But you have to trust me, okay?" At this point your mind felt fuzzy with your emotions overwhelming you and Elliot trying to help you calm down by gently rubbing circles on your back. It felt grounding but...

"I don't deserve someone as sweet as you..." "I would like to disagree. You're everything I could've asked for and more, this isn't gonna get between us." He spoke with such certainty, you couldn't help but silently sob into his shoulder.

Were you such a bad partner that you couldn't trust your favourite person to nurture other relationships besides your own? Were you being selfish?

"How about I carry you tonight?" He asked so sweetly, not even needing an answer as he gently shoved one of his arms below your legs to carry you bridal-style to your cabin.

It was just a little embarrassing to still have such a puffy red face as he held you. But he didn't care.

Neither did he care later on when he let you listen to his heartbeat to fall asleep to and went back to drawing circles on your back, whispering sweet nothings into the darkness even though you were already far into slumber town.

I'd say this was pretty cute overall (≧◡≦) ♡

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[x-prettyboy-x]

Ooo could you possibly do something with Erik x male!reader, I just think this man experiencing gay panic would be delightful, possibly tattooing/piercing reader and he keeps fumbling/dropping things because he’s distracted and making a fool of himself :] - 🐺

Ty in advance <33

Distracted

Anon, I love your mind. This request is so fuckin cute and I love it. But I must admit, I feel I dropped the ball on this one, I hope you enjoy it at least a little nonetheless🫶🏻 edit: guys im working on a part 2, but its probably gonna take me a while because the idea of writing smut STRESSES me out, so bare with me

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Male!Reader

Warnings: none, just descriptions of a piercing.

Contents: Erik in down right gay panic, that's it.

Wc; 1.3k

Erik was stuck closing, again. He hadn't had a client in 2 hours, and he was about to lose his mind. He'd cleaned the tattoo chair more times than he could count, just wanting something to do with his hands. Changed his playlist at least 5 times, no song seemed to fix his boredom.

Until you walked in. Now Erik had plenty of guys walk into the shop, sure. But not like you. Most of the guys walking in here wanted some ugly ass patriotic tattoo that he hated drawing up and putting onto someone's skin forever, or guys wanting their girlfriends name that they'd come back and ask him to cover up in a few weeks. You didnt look like any of those guys.

Erik stood up from where he sat on the stool behind the counter, slamming his knee on the glass in the process. Fuck. He quickly leaned against the counter and tried to play it off, ignoring the throbbing pain in his knee as you approached the counter.

"How can I help you?"

You'd given him a smile and hummed like you came in here with no idea what you wanted, just knew you wanted something. "Im thinking of getting my tongue pierced. Been too long since I changed something."

"Hot." He'd meant to think it, not say it aloud. Now he felt like an idiot. "I mean like hot for the ladies- you know? Girls love that shit, right?" He cleared his throat and mentally cursed himself, "Anyway, let me see some ID, And I'll have you fill this out for me and we'll get started."

He slid a clipboard your way, the usual paperwork so he didnt end up getting sued by some idiot who didnt know what they were signing up for. Not that he thought you were an idiot. He thought you were the most intriguing person he'd ever seen.

You slid your ID across the counter and took the clipboard from him, smiling as you did, "Yes but no. Girls arent the ones I'm trying to impress." Oh. Oh. He had to think about something else. Anything else. Anything but the fact the most gorgeous guy he'd ever seen confirming he's into other guys.

You thanked him quietly and moved to sit in a chair and fill everything out. After looking over your ID, Erik walked over to clean the tattoo chair once again, even though he knew he didn't need to since he'd cleaned it too many times already. He just needed something to do to avoid staring like a creep.

You handed him the clipboard once you'd finished filling everything out, clearly this wasn't your first time. Judging by how quickly you'd filled it out. Now he was dying to know what other piercings you had, none he could see. Belly piercing? Nipple piercing? Or.. no. Can't think about that shit rightnow.

Erik nodded and put the clipboard aside for now, double checking he had everything set up. "Alright, sit down for me." He sighed, sitting on his stool by the tattoo chair and putting on his usual latex gloves. Unfortunately for him, he had to get up close and personal now. Great.

He watched you sit down in front of him and tried his hardest not to stare, no matter how much he wanted to. Wanted to admire the flawless being in front of him. Had to be professional. He took a deep breath and slid his stool closer, slamming one of the wheels into the tray beside him in the process, too distracted by your presence suddenly so close to him. "Fucks sake- I'm sorry, those late nights you know?"

He adjusted the tray and sighed, turning his attention back to you, freezing as he noticed the look on your face. Like you were trying your hardest not to laugh at him. He gave you a playful scoff and leaned back a bit, "I'm about to put a needle through your tongue and you're laughing at me. Wise choice". Not that he really cared, you had a nice smile. If him being an idiot is what it took to see it, then so be it.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it. You just seem so nervous, if I didn't know any better I'd think you've never done this before." Your tone was teasing, you weren't actually accusing him of anything.

"Me? Nervous? I'm never nervous, just tired. This is the third time this week my boss has called me in and failed to mention I'd be closing up." He used that usual flat, almost bored tone he used with his clients. But he wasn't bored. Far from it. "Alright, stick your tongue out for me so we can get this done for you."

As you stuck out your tongue, Erik grabbed his pen and marked the spot to make sure the piercing was centered, before grabbing the clamp and lining it up and grabbing the needle.

"Alright deep breath in, 1 2.." He put the needle through and tried to ignore the small sound that escaped you, tried to ignore how he wanted to hear it again. In his ear maybe. "3.. good boy." Again, he meant to think that. Not say it, he'd meant to say good job. Once again, he looks like an idiot. Or a creep. He'd rather be an idiot. He made a mental note to think before he speaks more often.

He ignored the embarrassment for now and moved to put the jewelry in and slide the needle out, dropping it into his jar to be disposed of later.

You closed your mouth as he finished the piercing, trying to get used to the feeling of the metal bar in your mouth. "Good boy, huh? You say that to all your clients? Or just the ones who make you nervous?" That teasing voice again.

Erik shook his head, pulling off his gloves and throwing them away. Fine, if he wants to tease, so can I.

"No. Just you."

But you didn't miss a beat, of course not. "Yeah? I like the sound of that. I like when hot guys call me good boy. Especially with a voice like yours."

Oh. Wow, okay. He wasn't expecting you to come back that strong. Erik wasn't sure why he felt this way, he'd never felt this way about a guy before. Not really anyway. He'd kissed a few guys in the past just because someone said he wouldn't. But it wasn't.. in a romantic way- it was just to be funny. But the things he wanted to do to you were far from funny.

He got up to grab your ID from the counter and handed it back to you, ignoring the fact his hands were slightly shaking. "Then you should come back and see me sometime."

You smirked, putting your ID back in your wallet and pulling your phone from your pocket, unlocking it to open your contacts and open a blank one, handing it over to him "Or you could give me your number and I can come see you after you close up and go home?"

Oh fuck. Okay, Erik you got this. This is just a hot guy asking for your number. No problem. Nothing you cant handle.

He tried to keep his cocky attitude, taking the phone from your hand and putting his number in, being extra careful as he handed it back, terrified he'd drop it. "I look forward to it."

You'd just saved the contact and smiled, putting your phone back in your pocket and finally getting up, walking over to the door to leave after putting what you owed him on the counter, "Yeah, me too."

Erik let out a scoff of disbelief as you left, "I look forward to it? Who the fuck says that? Idiot, idiot.."

He started his process of closing up shop, cleaning everything and making sure everything was in its place. Totally not checking his phone every few seconds to see if you'd texted. Not at all.

Right as he was locking up and ready to drive home, he felt his phone go off in his pocket and he practically tripped over himself to check it, almost dropping his phone in the process.

Unknown number.

"Let me know when you're home"

Erik had never driven home so fast in his life.

[ochacoca]

03 – feels so scary getting old

now playing ♫ ribs by lorde

timeskip!oikawa x fem!reader

When you're dragged back to your coastal hometown for a family trip, you're dreading the fact you have to spend it with your rival and former lover, Tōru Oikawa. But as the summer stretches on, you start to realize that maybe you never hated him all along.

word count: 2,696 words

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It seemed that everytime you just wanted to stay home and relax, there was always someone dragging you out of bed. You got the text from Iwaizumi at noon. You were in your bed eating some breakfast while watching the newest episodes of your reality show when you felt your phone vibrate

iwa 😋

since when did you get back in town??

iwa 😋

come to the beach tn. there's a bonfire

Honestly, you were just going to ignore the text. If you ever ran into Iwaizumi in public, which was likely, you were just going to tell him that you never saw the message and continue on with your day. You had no interest in seeing the people you went to highschool with again. Sure, it would be nice, but you knew Oikawa would infiltrate into your friend group like a little roach. You had enough of that man for the entire summer and it was only a week and a half into your vacation.

You shut off your phone and turned it to face down as you tuned back into your show. You would just see the rest of your friends when you'd eventually run into them while shopping anyways. It's a small town.

Just as you were zoned in, a harsh knock came on down on the front door. You internally groaned as you remembered neither of your parents or younger siblings were home. Maybe if you ignored it, they'd go away. It was silent for about 30 more seconds, and you thought it worked, until another knock pounded against it. You huffed and begrudgingly stood up from your bed, slipping on your bunny slippers as you stomped to the door and swung it open.

And there Oikawa stood. His sunglasses were perched up on his head and he was wearing a cream colored shirt with lightwashed jeans. The front pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead from the humidity. He looked up from his phone as you opened the door and smirked at you as he stared you up and down. “That's how you're going?” He quipped. You sneered at him as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned him.

“Iwa said you weren't answering your phone,” Oikawa explained. “ He told me to come get you.”

Of course he did. Iwaizumi just couldn't let you have a single day of peace. You leaned against the doorframe with a scowl on your face. “Give me 10 minutes.” You mumbled.

Oikawa nodded at you and smiled way too casually for your liking.

“I'll be waiting in the car.” He said as he stepped backwards off your porch. His gaze lowered down to your feet. “Cute slippers.” He snorted.

You looked back down at your bunny slippers, then back up at him to see his stupid smirk. You rolled your eyes and stomped back into the house.

The minute Oikawa parked the car at the beach, you barely waited for him to put the car in park before hopped out. It was weird seeing all the familiar faces you hadn't seen in so long. Everyone greeted you with a hug or a kiss on the cheek as they saw you walking. You smiled and waved at everyone who shouted your name, but you immediately went to your two bestfriends who you hadn't seen in years.

Yachi and Kiyoko stood by the shore as they spoke about who knows what. When you called out their names, they both lit up and screeched, racing towards you and pulling you into a big hug.

The three of you stayed together for the whole night. While the rest of the people went swimming or played beach volleyball, you guys stayed by the bonfire, soaking up the heat and drinking whatever horrible mixture of alcohol Bokuto mixed up.

“So…” Yachi started, leaning over to you slightly. “What happened with you and Oikawa?” You laughed and bit the rim of your solo cup, shaking your head as you stared at the crackling fire in front of you.

“Did you two break up?” Kiyoko asked gently.

“We never got together.”

Both of their jaws dropped. They saw firsthand how close you and Oikawa were. When you were still in highschool, you'd always go to them and recount the dates you and Oikawa had been in. But after that night, you were too embarrassed to say anything about him.

“WHAT?!” Yachi gasped. “You're joking!”

“Seriously?” Kiyoko yelped as she covered her mouth with her hand. “What happened?”

You hated talking about that night. Fuck, you even hated thinking about it. But the alcohol was already seeping through your system, and you started blurting it out before you even realized.

MAY 30, 2013

What you and Tōru had was complicated. You two would hug, hold hands, kiss, but you weren't dating. You weren't necessarily friends either, but there wasn't really a word to label what the two of you were. You were way too focused on your studies to be in a relationship. And he was way too focused on volleyball to be in a relationship either.

You both were relaxing on the hammock on his front porch. It was a couple days after graduation and summer was just barely getting started. The sounds of waves crashing and cicadas buzzing around you was so soothing to the point where you could almost fall asleep. You and Tōru were cuddled up with each other, with you laying on his chest and one of his arms wrapped around your waist as his free hand played with your hair. Neither of you had said anything in a good while.

It had been like this a lot lately. With the silence. It was uncomfortable, it was just uncommon. Before last month, you and Tōru wouldn't go without talking for 5 minutes if you two were in a room together.

“So.. still set on Tokyo?” He asked to break the silence. You could feel his heart thudding as you laid on his chest. You nodded and sat up to face him with a bright smile on your face. You recently been accepted to the University of Tokyo. And that was your plan after graduation. You and Oikawa would get together, go to college together, and live happily ever after. That's been the plan since junior high.

“You're coming with me, right?” You whispered softly, running your hair through his soft, brown locks. Tōru was planning to coach a youth volleyball team in Tokyo while you focused on your studies. You expected him to nod along and smile just as brightly as you were, but what he said made your heart stop.

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, rubbing at his temples to prepare to tell you what seemed like the biggest heartbreak of your life. “Listen, Y/n…” He said, and your smile dropped immediately. He picked at his fingers and avoided your gaze until you placed your hand on his cheek and guided him to face you.

“What is it?” You asked. There was thousands of possibilities running through your head right now. He got rejected? He couldn't go to Tokyo with you? He decided to stay here?

“I'm going to Argentina.” He said as he sat up as well. He folded his hands together and pressed them against his forehead before standing up, leaving you by yourself on the hammock.

You frowned. “Argentina..? So far?” You sputtered. You bit the inside of your cheeks as your eyes followed his body as he leaned against the white railing of the porch. He just nodded.

He didn't even say anything. He didn't even look in your direction. You should've taken that as your sign that there was more to it. But you kept going.

How did you two get here? One minute, you two were kissing each other like nothing could stop you. Like everything else around you had disappeared and you had all the time in the world. Now, he couldn't even look at you.

“But hey!” You blurted out, mind racing with different solutions that didn't have to mean the end of this. “We could still make it work. W-we could-” Your voice cracked and you stuttered as you spoke. It was pathetic how desperate you sounded.

“No..” He said coldly. It felt like a knife to your chest.

“But-” You tried to reason. Your voice was weak and your fingers trembled when you realized there wasn't room for any convincing.

“I think we should end.. whatever this is.”

You blinked. You tuned out everything else. You could no longer hear the waves nor the cicadas and could only focus on how your heart clenched.

“…What?”

“I don't think long distance is a good idea.”

With that sentence, years of memories went down the drain. Anytime he'd hold you when you cried, kissed you when you felt unpretty, laughed with you until you both couldn't breath. It all meant nothing.

“Why not?” You felt the lump form in your throat immediately as you asked. Your breaths were shaky and your visions blurred with tears.

“It just isn't.” He replied sharply, not providing more information which was driving you crazy. “It won't work for us.”

You felt the anger seeping through your body. Your heart was racing and your breath quickened. “How would you know?” You snapped at him. “Why are you making all the decisions by yourself?”

“It's better to end whatever this is now then for us to get hurt later.”

The way he said it. It made you realize it wasn't just a sudden thing. He thought about it over and over before bringing it up to you. He rehearsed it probably hundreds of time before you knew a thing.

You stood there, eyes widen and mouth agape. This wasn't the Tōru you knew at all. The one you knew would atleast look in your eyes tell you. Not have his back turned towards you like a coward. “Well, good job. You did so good at not hurting me.”

He finally looked at you. You could see the regret and hurt in his eyes. But you ignored it and left. He didn't get to be upset at you and your words.

You didn't wait for him to respond to you. You grabbed your things and walked home immediately. The tears wouldn't stop running down your face and you felt like you couldn't breath from how much you were sobbing. You quietly entered the house and walked down the hallway to your bedroom. Little Moka stood by her door in the hallway, her face contorting into a look of concern and confusion before you shut the door and went to bed.

He left for Argentina two weeks later and you two haven't spoken since then.

That was 6 years ago.

Anytime you found out Oikawa would be back in town for the summer, you never came down. You've avoided him like a plague for more than half a decade.

You always made excuses. Claiming you were too busy with work to come down or the timeframe just didn’t work out for you. But deepdown, you knew it was because you weren't ready to see him.

But now here you were, drunk out of your mind, soaked from the droplets of rain that started pouring down, and eye to eye with him in the middle of a thunderstorm.

It was only drizzling a couple of minutes ago, and it had stopped so nobody paid attention to it. But when the thunder clapped and the downpour started, everyone started gathering their things are hauling to their cars.

You were too out of it to fathom what was going on, only snapping out of it when you felt him tugging on your wrist. “Come on, we're getting soaked.” Oikawa said quite urgently as he gently tried to guide you back to his car.

“I'm fine! I'm having fun!” You slurred as you tried to go further. You yanked your arm back from him and staggered a couple feet away. However, you didn't get far.

Oikawa immediately closed the distance between you and scooped you up bridal style and walked you to the car.

“What do you think you're doing?! Put me down!” You yelped. You whined all the way to the car, kicking your legs and smacking his back with your fist. Oikawa ignored all of your antics and stuffed you in the passenger seat in the car.

Once he sat down in the driver's side, he turned on the heat and reached in the backseat for a towel, gently rubbing it on your soaked hair and wet face then wrapping it around your shoulders as you pouted.

You sank down in the seat and looked outside the window. You and Oikawa were the only ones there. Everyone else was long gone and the rain was only starting to pour harder.

“I said I was fine.”

“You're not fine.” He grumbled as he fastened your seat belt. “You're wasted and made us stay outside in the rain cause of how childish you were being. You're gonna get sick.”

You had an incredulous smile on your face as you scoffed at him. “Since when did you care about me?” You rebutted.

You would have missed the way Oikawa flinched if you weren't watching him so closely. And he's still the coward you once knew before. Not facing you at all and resting his forehead on the steering wheel as he spoke. “I do care about you.”

That's rich coming from him. Did he care when he kept the fact he was leaving you for god knows how long? Did he care when he couldn't even look in the face as he dumped you on his front porch?

“So then why did you leave?” You said after a beat of silence.

Now he finally looks at you and his face is full of raw emotion. The past few weeks, he’s covered everything up with a smirk or a smile. But now sitting here, facing you, you can see the regret in his eyes. “What?” His voice was sharp yet catious. “Can we please talk about this when you're sober?”

“N-no because I really wanna know.” You slurred yet again. Your eyelids were so droopy you couldn't tell if you were facing him or looking past him. “How long did you know before you left me?”

He turned away again, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. It was like he physically couldn't look at you. “Please… can we not talk about this now-” He almost begged.

“Then when!? Because it's been 6 years Oikawa!” You finally snapped. All of the bottled up emotions you'd been feeling for so long came boiling over and you couldn't keep it in anymore “Do you want me to wait 6 more?!”

His palm smacked the center console in frustration, bringing a hand to his facr to pinch the bridge of his nose as he snapped back at you. “Why are you still so angry with me?!”

“Because you left me behind! You were going to leave without telling me anything!” You wailed. You were barely holding it together as the tears that you had mistaken for rain were dripping down your face. You didn't notice you were crying until he brought his hand up to wipe the tears off your face, but you flinched back.

He just stared at you. Lips parted as he tried to find words to say, but he couldn't find any. He was just silent, and then he drove off. You swore in that moment, that his silence was worse than anything else he could've done.

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[riemanifests]

Stop waiting til you're perfect.

stop waiting for the perfect time to manifest that thing. stop waiting until you're perfect. stop waiting until you feel perfect enough. stop waiting until the 3d looks perfect enough. and most of all, stop waiting.

　 there's this thing i want to manifest but ive been putting it off because i don't feel ready enough for it. i dont feel good enough for it yet. and my 3d looks so far from it. so i thought, how can i even have this in my life right now? i cant, i need to wait. BULLSHITTTT. 　

♡ 𓈒　There is no time but now

a second ago was now for you. a second later will turn into now for you. and right now it's... well now for you. so if you're always putting off things for the next moment based off the 3d too.. why? is it because of fear? doubt? the desire feeling "big" to you? check to see if your reasoning is valid or not and then address it, because remember you're an unlimited being. you really can have whatever you want and your desire already exists within you, so don't keep yourself away from that. return back to you, the true you. 　 you might be putting it off because you dont feel good enough or like it's something you can have right now, but it is!! in the 4d you can instantly imagine this be yours right now. did that require you becoming worthy enough? waiting? no.. so why not keep doing it. 4d = 3d, and i know right now that makes it seem annoyingly simple but never forget that fact. the 4d will always express into the 3d, always. 　

♡ 𓈒　Make the desire feel normal to you.

right now you might be feeling really worked up over this desire and placing it on this pedestal, and the more you put it off the bigger it seems to you. but we dont want that, we want to make this thing feel normal to us, we want it to be normal to us. so just tackle it right now instead of letting it build up as something unobtainable to you. you can take it slowly and take small steps, but do something! anything is better than nothing. know you don't need 100% effort, effort, or high vibes at all to manifest what you want. you just need you! 　 and please note that once you start it might feel like you're climbing a huge mountain. it might feel uncomfortable to you. repelling even, but that just means your mind is starting to notice a change. so keep going! be consistent! let it become natural to you and familiarize it with your mind. 　

♡ 𓈒　The 3d should not be the boss of you.

you're waiting because you just can't comprehend how it could happen in the 3d right now. the 3d looks completely unfavorable and it looks like there's no way you could have this right now. WRONG!! stop letting the 3d make your decisions for you. did you forget who the boss is here?? who the 3d listens to?? you... that's like looking at your dog and waiting for it to put its leash on even though um... that's what you supposed to do. 　 so stop basing your decisions off the 3d and start making them off your power, which is unlimited. you want to manifest that thing? go right ahead. but i- nope. but this- NOPE. do it anyways. i do not care how much opposition you're facing, claim it anyways. that is called persisting. doing it anyways. 　

♡ 𓈒　Have the audacity to go all in on it.

doesn't look like you could have it in the 3d right now? great. the version you were a second ago couldn't possibly be capable of manifesting this? cool. you barely believe this is going to work and actually manifest? alright. does not fucking matter!!! belief is not required to manifest things... and some part of you even if it's a little bit, must have faith inside you if you're even entertaining the idea of manifesting this. surely you don't 100% not believe that manifesting is real otherwise you wouldn't even be reading this. so use that 10% of faith and run with it. use it. in fact this should feel so powerful to you that you're manifesting this despite not believing despite not ever experiencing this before and despite everything that told you no a moment ago. you can do this, so fucking do this. do this for the version of you that you were a second ago who really wanted this. show yourself that you can have this, because you can. 　

♡ 𓈒　Ok but now go and actually manifest it..

the whole point of you reading this was not to finish it and go back to waiting. nope! go and manifest it now boo! and how can you do this? well just start claiming you have it. have the audacity to assume you have it. whether or not you do that by telling yourself delulu is the solulu, you tell yourself that you're now the version of you who has it, or you're just straight up feeling like a crazy maniac and still claiming it, i dont care!! just make the mental shift however you can. 　 also try not to hesitate on that shift, go all in. when you leave no room for question there wont be any questions in the 3d either, the 3d will just reflect it. show the 3d who you are by being that person within. 　 it doesn't matter what the 3d looks like - the 3d listens to you, it doesn't matter who you were a second ago - you're now the version of you who has the thing, and it doesn't matter whether or not you believe you can have it - persist and it will end up true anyways. so go on and do it!! you can do it, but will you? hopefully. 　

♡ 𓈒　Summary

➛　there is no better time to start than right now. ➛　you only experience the now so claim it right now. ➛　start familiarizing the desire with your mind to make it normal. ➛　how the 3d looks doesn't matter, you control what it shows you. ➛　persist, persist, persist. doubts do not matter. ➛　claim you have it right now and don't look back.

[sunshinedeekay]

Helou 🌈 could we get dk and woozi headcanons? How would they act with male partners

oooo this is actually something i’ve never done before!

with that being said, bare with me on this please

also a great way to start of PRIDE MONTH YAYYYY

shout out to all of the gays out there!

i guess i’ll share a little fact as well and say i’m pansexual :) so it is indeed a month for all of us to gather and celebrate!

DK:

We know that no matter what gender identity or sex, DK would NOT discriminate when it comes to skinship

Male partner, female partner, anything in-between? Doesn’t matter. DK loves you. So he touches you and loves you until both of your hearts’ content

He’s always hugging you, kissing your cheek, stealing kisses off your lips, playing with your hair. Think of how he is with the members, but amp it up by about 10 times

Seeing you steal his clothes, even styling yourself with the contents of his closet always makes his heart flutter. How it makes your masculine features shine, even if it’s the most simple article of clothing, sends him into overdrive

If you were up to it, this man would take you to the gym just to see your muscles work. Half of it being admiration, the other half of it simply being eye candy for him. Because how did he end up with such a cool but hot boyfriend?? He can never wrap his head around that fact ever

He’s always complimenting and praising your looks and physique. Of course, your appearance isn’t ALL that matters to him, he considers it a plus, which is why he’s always praising it.

He always loves the smell of your colognes (if you wear any) and shower products. How they’re so different from his, but still so masculine and unapologetically you sends his head spinning

…he definitely steals a couple spritzes of your cologne or occasionally uses your shower products because they smell good

Probably goes all cheesy and uses nicknames like “hubby” when referring to you, even if you aren’t married or even engaged yet

Overall, DK is a passionate partner and a very lovey partner. His love knows no bounds when it comes to people, and if his partner happens to be a male? He’s just happy to have landed such a beautiful person, inside and out

Woozi:

Although Woozi says he doesn’t really like skinship between men (which I think is a fact he slowly debunked himself as time went on. Let’s be honest, we’ve seen the clips from even the newest gose), you’re totally different in his eyes

He shows certain affections in different settings. In terms of PDA, he’ll be fine with a handhold, maybe a small peck on the cheek or a small hug, but nothing extravagant

In his studio or when you two are at home. He’s a cuddle bug

If he’s in his studio working, he’ll always turn back to check on you periodically. If he decides he needs a break, he’ll go to your side and just lie all of his weight on you with a tired groan

If you two are lying in bed, he’s clung to you like a koala. Holding you close to his chest and pressed up to the rest of his body with his face buried somewhere in your body. Wherever he can reach. Just to smell your scent, feel your warmth, and hug you like you’re a giant teddy bear.

Like DK, he enjoys going to the gym with his partner. Especially if they have the confidence to go shirtless in a private gym. It definitely gets him a little distracted from his own sets.

He’ll watch as you flex in the mirror. Smiling proudly and moving your body certain ways and telling you what to engage in order to see certain muscles the best. Once you get it? Oh, he’s hyping you up.

He’ll always let you borrow his clothes, even if he may not have as much in his closet as some of the other members might. That, or you’re pleasantly surprised by how much he actually owns, just barely wears.

If you are smaller than him in terms of muscle mass (which, let’s be honest, the dude’s ripped), he’ll happily give you all of his old shirts that fit too tightly on him. He always says “you look better in them, anyway”

Idk why, but I also see him always helping you do your hair. If you can’t gel it correctly in one spot, he’ll step in and do his best to fix it for you. If you have longer hair like he did and need a smooth ponytail? That’s his specialty

i hope this suffices :) i kinda just came up with things on the spot, but i tried to make it cute

once again, happy pride month lovelies! celebrate safely and happily this year, even if it’s subtle 🫶

[tactful-kind-daedra]

Thankfully, she didn't take her eyes away from the plates until they were safely set on the long coffee table set in front of the couch. Daedra had to do a small double-take when she realized Emmet had changed his shirt, or rather, removed his outer one. Seeing bare skin for his arms made her realize that this was the first time she'd ever noticed with him. Him and Ingo had always worn long sleeves in some fashion since she'd met the two. Of course, they were normally in their work uniforms but... it had never been the case when she saw them in casual wear, too.

What a strange things to take note of, she mused silently. As her eyes were about to casually turn away, she caught a mark in her peripheral view. Perhaps thinking something was on him, the redhead took a second glance.... and noticed the mark was a scar. In fact... there were quite a few of them all over his skin... The realization made her blink from surprise.

Goodness... how had Emmet gotten so many? Immediately, her mind went to his and his twin's collection of Pokemon. Between the two of them, they did have some fiercesome ones.... not so much when she'd met them but.... perhaps in their earlier training days. Daedra had heard it was common for certain type of Pokemon trainers to end up with many injuries...

Ever polite, Daedra turned her gaze again and merely went to take her place beside him on the couch. Maybe she'd ask him at another time, or if there was need for unimportant discussion to fill the silence. Plus, his comment on her serving arrangement was more pressing to answer.

"This way you can you enough for tomorrow," she explained thoughtfully. "Besides, these portions are much too large for me, even at my hungriest~ Food is always better then it's shared, anyway. Right, Lulu?"

The Lucario made an agreeable bark, looking quite pleased with her portioned plate and wagging tail. Amusingly, she was still setting herself up with a napkin or two, once again, a strange habit for a canine Pokemon happily situated on the floor.

"Oooh - I remember the advertisements for that movie, I didn't get to see it though. It's a bit hard to catch them when traveling. Let me guess - are you rooting for the train to be unstoppable, Emmet? But -yes; whenever you're ready!"

While waiting for her answer Emmet was also looking through his documentaries just in case she decided she really did want that instead. Thankfully he gets his answer soon and he can stop contemplating the complexities of his documentaries for her to understand. He chuckles and grabs his movie that he wanted, Unstoppable, and was actually fairly excited all things considered. He did greatly enjoy this movie after all.

He heard as Daedra and Lulu approached and she'd notice that Emmet had taken off his long sleeved over shirt, revealing him to be in short sleeves for the first time around her. Normally he wouldn't make such a move but he was exhausted and not mentally aware of what he was doing with his clothes at the moment. He was home and wanted to be comfortable. However this revealed that he had some pretty severe scars on his arms that she'd be able to see when he turns around.

"Ta dah, got it! Thank you for serving even though you're a guest. Ah..." Emmet pauses and blinks in surprise at seeing the extra food on his plate. "You didn't have to do that, Emmet would have been fine with what I ordered." He does pink a bit at the touching gesture as he goes to set up the DVD player and turns on the TV for them all. "Okay, here we go! It's called Unstoppable and it's about trying to stop a runaway train! It's really good!"

Emmet sits down on the couch next to her and chuckles at how Lulu seemed to prefer wanting to sit on the floor. Eevee meanwhile has been waiting for Emmet to settle down in a seat and hops up to sit next to him. He chuckles softly and pets him. "Are we all ready?"

[risingsunresistance]

twitch giving me FIVE ads in a row im gonna kms

[teratomatica]

you always land on all fours

[todayisafridaynight]

no ones ever gonna understand how much i love daigo doin this stupid shit after dissolving the tojo

[parking-spot]

Hey why was I reading so much torture fanfic in middle school. Like actual torture. Like author in depth researched torture methods used in actual wartime. It was in such graphic, meticulous detail too. Hey what was wrong with that child.

[the-red-hoodlum]

omw to school now chat!! 😸

[skelecentral]

“Eepy….”

Forever incomplete painting

[lesbiansanemi]

I'm so tired

[sureuncertainty]

if i have to see one more post about disney from people who don't work here or at least live in the area i'm gonna lose it