#we finally finished these messy ass bitches

[bunni-bun]

we did it, lads, we finished only friends. can't believe this fucking messy ass show made my cry. incredible. also.......

like i get why some people would be mad about boston in the end tbh. but i also have to side with mew on this since i've been in that kind of situation.

like do i think boston can be a better person? absolutely. if ray's awful ass can do better for sand then so the fuck can boston. but nick was right to let him go because you can't force someone to change. they have to do that themselves and make that choice themselves. they also have to deal with the consequences of their actions. to forgive doesn't mean you forget. boston making out with boeing was fucked up, especially because nick's not stupid. and that being the nail in the coffin for nick really hit me more than i expected.

nick having put boston on that pedestal of love where a person can do no wrong is truly a steeple of a toxic relationship. i think they're so cute together and i love when they understand that they have love for each other. but some people do have to change and boston telling nick to accept him as he is isn't love, it's an excuse. you fuck around and eventually, you find out when everyone leaves you, including your friends.

i say that as someone who's ex is still just continuing the cycle of being manipulative and downright bad to someone else now, almost 14 years later. he can chose to change but he's also gotta face the consequences of his actions, like boston. they have to be alone for a while and make peace with themselves first before they can make full peace with others.

that said, ray's apology in therapy really had me crying with him because sand is just so patient with him, so kind and caring and so incredibly loving. a good partner, to me, is someone who you want to be a better person for. i think about my sister and her fiancé and how my sister can be a huge bitch but ever since she's been with him, she's been a lot kinder and nicer overall. i think her fiancé has made her better.

i know that the heavier topic of alcoholism only really delves into the story towards the end but i'm glad that ray went to rehab and got the help he needed. my father is a recovered alcoholic and he's been sober for over 16 years now. i'm proud of them, both of them. ray facing his fear and also understanding that he's the person he needs to control, not the environment, is a big step and i'm glad sand's by his side.

topmew and forgiveness is a really good arc. because forgiveness doesn't magically come at once but also holding that grudge won't help you forgive. his moms are great and so real for saying that. gotta love older lesbians for being the voices of reason. forgiveness takes time but one must find it in themselves to forgive first.

as always, lesbians are the only people i've trusted in this entire show. mew's moms and cheum & april make the mess worth it because they are all so wonderful together. to see older lesbians, who dote and love their son as much as they love each other, is just so wonderful, it brought me so much joy. to see lesbians my age just work through a rough patch but stay together no matter what was so hopeful. i love them.

overall, this show was so fucking messy and no one is a good or bad person, which is interesting. i liked it, all things considered. also, again, absolutely excellent soundtrack, 100000/10 no notes.

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ oh ! dear diary, we fell in love !

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — step!bro anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — the aftermath of your stepbrother anakin finding your diary brings some unexpected results

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 5k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, stepcest, smoking, shotgunning, mean!ani, smut ( making out, degradation, praise, pussy slapping, choking, panties as a gag, ani calls reader a slut and a bitch, nipple play, hair pulling, riding, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, stomach bulge, public sex, car sex, reader is a bit of an exhibitionist, biting, but also body worship, dry humping and soft soppy sex ) think that's all, wow

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — stepbro!anakin has my heart and my soul, also i had sm fun with this little mini series i'll deffo do more in the future !

part one part two masterlist

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the weeks of summer seemed to fly by after anakin’s post-sex confession, claiming you as his, it was a complicated situation with your parents being completely oblivious to the fact that anakin would now spend most nights in your bedroom buried deep in your pussy, hand covering your mouth to muffle the moans that fell from your lips. it was wrong, so so wrong, but how could you stop? how could you ever move on when you knew what anakin’s lips tasted like, what it felt like to have his dick imprinted on your cervix, the taste of his cum. you couldn’t, despite all the doubts you couldn’t move on. 

“angel,” anakin called entering your bedroom with a silly smirk twisted on his lips, you span turning to face the boy eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

“ani, you’re home,” you grinned, quickly crossing the room to meet him in the middle, slinging your arms around his shoulders, anakin swept you up, arms twining around your hips and spinning you in a small circle making you giggle. 

“promised you i would be back early tonight,” he murmured into your hair, carrying you over to your bed and setting you down on it, following after you and tugging you onto his lap, his back resting against the headboard.

“i know,” you said dragging out the w, “but usually early for you is midnight, it's only…” you leaned over grabbing your phone from your bedside table, “seven,” you gasped, “who are you and what have you done to my anakin?” 

“your anakin?” the boy asked with a wide smirk, “oh baby i like the sound of that,” his words made you flush but you rolled your eyes, hitting his shoulder lightly making the boy chuckle, leaning down and planting a butterfly kiss on your neck. “but i’m back early for a reason, i finished your dad’s old car today and i…” you don’t let him finish, spinning around with a wide smile painted across your lips.

“you did? that’s so great, ani! why didn’t you tell me earlier when i saw you?” you asked him with wide eyes and the boy laughed again. 

“if you would let me finish,” he scolded teasingly, “i would have told you but i wanted it to be a surprise because i’m taking you out tonight, so get dressed, we are going on a date,” your lips parted in surprise, gazing at anakin with stars in your eyes. 

“really?” you asked him, “oh, ani, that’s so sweet,” you cried, planting soft kisses all over his face before finally meeting his lips. the kiss was soft and slow, nothing akin to the messy kisses you shared in moments of passion, no, this was sweet, a promise of something more as you shared a moment of intimacy. 

“come on, angel, hurry up, we don’t wanna miss it,” anakin said pulling away from you regretfully and helping you up, swatting your ass playfully as you headed over to your wardrobe and began rummaging through your clothes.

“where are we going?” you ask curiously as you pulled out a yellow skirt and held it over your hips looking at anakin with your head cocked to the side but he simply grinned. 

“it’s a surprise,” was all he said, before grabbing your diary from your bedside table and flicking through it, it had become your new normal that anakin would take your diary, a thing that you had got to expose your deepest darkest secrets, but now he had stripped you bare, seen every part of your soul, tasted the darkness upon your lips and embraced it. there was no way to explain it other than anakin was simply yours, your soulmate, your relationship was something real and tangible, you could feel it when he looked at you when his hands traced your skin. it was more than lust, more than some fucked up idea of romeo and juliet, this was it for you. 

“i hate surprises,” you grumbled as you tugged a pink bando top from your wardrobe, it was ruffled with a little bow that sat between your breasts. 

“i know,” anakin said, and you could hear the smile in his voice even if you were turned away from him. it didn’t take you long to get ready, pulling on your new clothes along with a pretty pair of pink kitten heels and fluffing your hair out, makeup from earlier still intact so with a spritz of perfume you were ready. 

“if you are taking me to see that new horror film i will stomp on your dick and leave you there,” you told him, spinning around and slinging your purse over your shoulder, anakin blinked at you, looking a little dazed before shaking his head quickly and standing up, his shirt had ridden up revealing the little cluster of hickeys you had left on his v line a few nights before.

“such a way with words, angel,” anakin complimented, walking over and planting a kiss on your glossy lips. 

“only for you, ani,” you teased with a grin, grasping his hand and letting him lead you from your bedroom and down the steps, it felt like only yesterday that anakin had cornered you on the landing, teasingly calling you out for your dirty thoughts and now here you were holding hands and being led on a date, you were practically giddy as anakin ushered you into the car, shutting the door behind you before heading over to the driver's side. 

“ready?” he asked you and you nodded, the drive was short, only about fifteen minutes spent with you mindlessly singing along with the radio while anakin focused, driving down dirt roads until he pulled into a place you knew all to well. 

“the drive in theater?” you asked, eyes glimmering as you turned to face anakin, a wide smile spread across your lips and anakin’s face flushed, a shy grin curling as he nodded, pulling into one of the spaces at the back and shutting the car off. 

“they’re playing ‘cruel intentions’ and i know it’s one of your favourites,” anakin said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck, you had never seen him like this, cheeks rosy and eyes bright and it only made your little heart glow brighter. 

“anakin, this is amazing,” you told him, “no one has ever done anything like this for me before,” you confessed, watching as anakin’s lips pursed. 

“i don’t wanna say good because you deserve to be treated like this always, but i’m also happy to be the only guy who knows how to treat you well,” and there he was again, your anakin, you rolled your eyes at him and leaned back in your seat. 

“always the charmer,” you chided and anakin winked at you. 

“anything for my girl,” my girl, fuck. 

the ticket holder came around a few moments later and anakin flashed him the tickets on his phone and you two were left alone once again, you were pleasantly surprised when anakin pulled out a diet coke from the back of the car and handed it to you, taking a fanta for himself as the movie began. you tried to focus you really did, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that anakin was right there, only inches away from you, he wasn’t even touching you but every nerve in your body seemed aware of the fact that he was beside you in the darkened car. so when you saw him pull out a carton of cigarettes from his pocket and slip one between his plump pink lips, you couldn’t help it anymore. 

“hey, ani…” you said softly and anakin tilted his head to face you, flicking his lighter on and inhaling deeply, lighting the end of the cigarette. 

“yes, babe?” he asked curiously before taking another drag, you watched the tendrils of smoke curl from his lips and float into the air and your mouth went dry. 

“can i… can i try?” you asked, gesturing at the cigarette balanced between his two fingers with the casual grace of someone who did this often. 

“you wanna smoke?” anakin asked you with raised brows, “never took you as a smoking girl, baby,” he pointed out and you flushed, eyes flicking down to your hands before going back to anakin, holding his gaze as firmly as you could. 

“i’m not,” you shrugged, “just wanna know what it’s like,” you said and anakin nodded in understanding, holding his hand out for you to take the cigarette from him, clumsily you pinched it between your thumb and forefinger, careful not to burn yourself as you tried your best to position it between your fingers as anakin had, trying to ignore the way he chuckled at you. 

“come here, babe,” anakin said, reaching over and twirling the smoke between your fingers so that it was perched right, “you know what you are doing?” he asked you and you pouted defiantly. 

“just suck, right?” you asked, scowling when anakin laughed once again. 

“it’s not a dick,” he snickered, marveling in the way your flush grew darker, “it’s kinda like sucking, more just inhaling, just wrap your lips around the end and breathe in, and you gotta let it hit the back of your throat, okay, you just let the smoke in your mouth and it's gonna make you cough,” he instructed and you nodded at him, anxiety pooled in your stomach as you brought the cigarette to your lips, the tip was already slightly wet from anakin’s own lips so you did as you were told and inhaled, instantly you felt it, the burn of hot smoke searing your mouth and sweeping down your throat, you yanked the cigarette from your mouth and coughed, it wracked your frame, little gasps escaping as you tried to soothe the searing heat. 

“easy,” anakin murmured, taking the smoke from your hand and rubbing your back. 

“that was disgusting,” you spluttered, eyes watering. 

“poor baby,” anakin cooed unapologetically and you glared at him. 

“fuck you,” you groaned, “i didn’t think it was gonna be that bad,” you huffed, taking a large gulp of coke to try and rid your mouth of the vile taste. 

“maybe we should have started you with a vape,” anakin chuckled as he took another drag with ease, “think this was a little intense for your little inexperience throat,” he crooned and your glare hardened. 

“my throat is not inexperienced,” you hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“come on, i wanna try something,” anakin said leaning forward, you wanted to ignore him but curiosity got the best of you so you tilted your head to face him, watching as he grinned at you, “we are gonna shotgun, okay?” he said and you furrowed your brows. 

“shotgun?” you asked curiously. 

“yea, i’ll take a drag and then blow it into your mouth, it’ll soften the hit if i’ve already smoked it,” he said, gesturing for you to sit up like he was, you followed his actions, leaning over the controls and parting your lips, watching as anakin took a long drag, inhaling deeply before grasping your chin, and pressing your lips together, exhaling the smoke into your mouth, you inhaled, allowing the smoke to swirl down your throat, it still tastes gross, the bitter mix of smoke and tobacco but it wasn’t as strong and you were able to take it without choking. when anakin pulled away you exhaled, smiling proudly. 

“i did it,” you chimed, “can we do it again?” you asked and anakin nodded, taking another drag of the cigarette and bringing your mouth back to his, it was strange to have anakin’s lips there but not kissing you, instead feeling him breathe smoke into your mouth, but something about it was strangely erotic as you shared a smoke, the bitter toxins that burned his lungs being transferred to you, it was stupid but it made your insides flutter as you pulled back only slightly and breathed out, a veil of smoke fluttering between you and anakin. 

“ani…” you whispered, but anakin already knew, he tossed the cigarette from his window and crashed his lips to yours, the taste of smoke staining your lips as he plunged his tongue deep into your mouth, exploring every inch of you and you were more than happy to let him, hands coming up and threading in anakin’s hair, pulling him closer. the kiss was messy, teeth clacking as you tried to force yourselves closer across the console, anakin’s hands sliding down your hips, grasping tightly at the meat of your hips causing your skirt to ride up flashing your pretty pink panties beneath. 

“these for me?” anakin asked, pulling away from your lips, gaze trailing down to your underwear, curling his finger around the string of your thing and tugging it, letting it snap against your skin, you moaned at the sharp sensation and anakin’s replying grin was almost animalistic. “my little pain slut,” he crooned, doing it again and watching as you shivered, thighs rubbing together. 

“ani, i’m…” you groaned, pushing yourself up again and connecting your lips once again, anakin’s hands slid down your thighs, grasping them tightly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles and he bit down on your lip and sucked it into his mouth until your bottom lip felt swollen and tender, you cried out at the sensation, addicted to the dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure that he gave you. 

“you are so responsive,” anakin muttered against your lips, hand trailing upwards to your clothed cunt, cupping it in his large hand, you bucked against him, desperate for some sort of relief, your clit burned against the lacey fabric of your thong and you wanted nothing more than for anakin to tear it from your body and force himself into your wet heat. 

“only for you,” you replied and anakin chuckled, slowly beginning to drag the heel of his hand up and down over your cunt, pressing against your clit, you throbbed against him, hands tightening in his hair, you wanted him closer. 

“my good girl,” anakin said pinching at the skin of your inner thigh with his thumb and forefinger, palm still working on your clit, “does whatever i want don’t you, angel,?” 

“yes, yes, anything,” you agreed breathlessly. 

“good,” anakin said flashing you a smirk, “cuz right now i want you to ride me okay, baby,” he commanded, your head darted upwards, as though suddenly remembering that you were in public, there were many cars scattered around but anakin had managed to pick a pretty secluded spot for the pair of you but still, if anyone were to walk by they would see exactly what the pair of you were doing and you couldn’t help the rush of adrenaline that trickled down your spine and the thought of fucking anakin right here, right now. 

“now?” you asked wanting to confirm your suspicions and anakin nodded his head, so awkwardly you clambered over the middle of the car, stretching one leg to balance as you sank down over anakin, your hands coming up to cling to the headrest of his seat as you swung your other leg over and planted yourself on anakin’s lap. 

“knew you would like this,” anakin chuckled, “my perfect girl, so desperate to get fucked she’ll do anything,” he teased, grasping the back of your neck and pulling you into a dirty kiss, all tongue and spit, you almost lost it when anakin wrapped his lips around your tongue and suckled on the organ, the sensation mixed with your desperation had you grinding helplessly on anakin’s lap, skirt now positioned around your hips leaving your panties fully on show, if anyone were to come over right now they would be able to see the wetness staining anakin’s black jeans as it seeped through your underwear. “fuck, baby,” anakin said, hand drifting back to your underwear, “making a mess all over me,” he grinned. 

“why don’t you do something about it then?” you asked him, locking eyes. 

“brat,” anakin hissed through his teeth, “got a lot to say when you’ve got nothing inside you, don’t you, angel, all switches up when you get my cock though,” he ground out, “please ani, let me come, please, please, please,” he mocked your voice with a silly high pitched tone that made your cheeks burn, pouting at him you shook your head. 

“you’re not any different,” you argued, “always act so nice once you’re inside me, getting pussy drunk and telling me i’m yours” you scoffed and anakin growled, hand raising and wrapping around your throat and squeezing, not enough to cut off airflow. still, it was tight enough that you spluttered out a gasp for air and looked at him with eyes. 

“wanna be a bitch and i’ll fucking treat you like one,” anakin growled, “think you own me? can talk to me like that? think again, babe, you are mine, my girl, my fucktoy, okay?” he asked, not letting you respond, instead using the hand on your neck to bob your head up and down for you. he let go of your neck, shoving you back so that your shoulders collided with the dashboard behind you, you hissed in pain but anakin only smirked, reaching down and tearing your panties from your body. literally. he tore the fabric like it was nothing while you could only watch in awe. “but this is what you wanted isn’t it? need me to put you in your place and deal with that slutty pussy,” he said, trailing his fingers down your sopping cunt and you whined, bucking your hips greedily, anakin rolled his eyes at your action and suddenly he was bringing his hand down, slapping you cunt harshly, you knew it was supposed to be a punishment, but the delicious mix of stinging pleasure on your clit and white-hot heat against you needy hole had you moaning loudly. 

“holy shit,” anakin gaped, looking stunned, “you really are a pain slut, you fucking like this?” he asked with a scoff, slapping your pussy once again, watching as you cried out, mouth falling open and your eyes rolling back, he slapped you again, harder and you sobbed, tears rolling down your cheeks but you didn’t want him to stop. “tell me,” anakin hissed, “you wanna cum like this?” he questioned and you nodded. “speak,” he spat. 

“yes, wanna cum like this, ani, i love it,” you cried out. 

“fucking disgusting,” anakin laughed, landing another two consecutive slaps on your cunt gleefully. you were a mess, tears streaming down your cheeks, your body screaming in pleasure as you collapsed down onto the dashboard, legs spread on anakin’s lap, he reached up, tugging your top down and exposing your breasts and giving both your nipples a quick pinch before going back to your pussy, using one hand to spread you open for him as he slapped you again, this one ever more intense now that you were so exposed to him, a scream fell from your lips and anakin was quick to shove your torn panties into your mouth. “you trying to get us caught?” he spat, “shut up and take it,” and he slapped your clit once again, so hard that your body physically recoiled, but it was enough, the sensation was enough to send you spiraling, coming all over anakin’s lap, pussy dribbling cum as you sobbed into your makeshift gag. 

“fuck, babe,” anakin said, gazing up at you, “did you even know you were into that?” he asked tugging your panties from your mouth and you shook your head, dazed as your cunt convulsed around nothing, still desperate to be filled even after just cumming. “so fucking hot,” anakin groaned, yanking you down to kiss him, “gotta be inside you, baby,” he said, hands fiddling with his jeans and you nodded frantically, as he pulled his cock out, it was rock hard and flushed an angry red, worked up after playing with you for so long. 

“fuck me, ani, fuck me,” you pleaded earning a snicker from anakin. 

“so fucking desperate,” he said, but he wasn’t complaining as he grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your entrance, and sank deep inside of you, you had never ridden anakin before and you could see why, you could feel him everywhere, as though his cock was literally deep in your stomach, it ached and you fucking loved it. 

“oh, oh, anakin, fuck, you’re so deep,” you cried, slumping forward into his awaiting arms. 

“yea, angel, right up in your guts aren’t i,” he sounded proud as he used your hips to guide you, bouncing you on his cock, you had thought anakin couldn’t fuck you any better but right now he was literally all you could feel, you looked down and sure enough you could see the bulge of his cock against your stomach. 

“ani,” you gasped, pointing down to it, and anakin’s jaw slacked. 

“holy shit, look at that,” he grinned, “literally got me in your stomach, angel girl, gonna pump you full today okay, babe, don’t have any condoms, wasn’t expecting you to get so desperate for my cock in a drive-in,” he said, thrusting his hips upwards, you helped him as best as you could, lifting your hips, swirling them slightly trying to find a good rhythm but everything felt so good. but anakin didn’t seem to mind, even from this position he was jackhammering into you, cock plunging into your pussy like it was made just for you, your head fell back, unable to hold yourself together, hands clinging desperately to anakin’s shoulders. 

“i think i’m gonna cum again,” you gasped. 

“you wanna cum again? go ahead, baby, come for me, want you to soak my cock,” he prompted rocking his hips against yours, you came harshly, dark spots appearing behind your eyelids, you were vaguely aware of anakin’s hand pressing over your mouth to silence your screams as he fucked you through it, but not stopping as you came too. his brow was soaked with sweat and you could tell by his furrowed brows that he wasn’t going to last much longer, especially as your cunt spasmed around him. “never met someone so fucking insatiable,” anakin groaned, thrusts becoming erratic. 

“and you never will,” you murmured, voice weak as anakin continued his assault on your body but you wouldn’t let him stop, you needed him to cum inside of you, to fill you with his seed until it was seeping down onto the leather interior of the seats. 

“fuck, no, you’re stuck with me forever,” anakin ground out, you could feel him twitching inside of you, you leant forward, kissing his neck, trailing down from his jawline to his sweet spot where his neck and shoulder met and bit down, anakin cried out, hips shuddering and he was cumming, thick hot cum spurting deep inside of you, claiming you as his, you gasped soundlessly against anakin’s neck as you both settled. “you’re insane,” anakin groaned finally after a few minutes. 

“so are you,” you replied with a small grin and anakin nodded in agreement. 

“wanna get out of here?” anakin asked you and you laughed. 

“bit late for that now isn’t it, ani,” and he laughed along with you, running a hand through his messy waves. 

“fuck, i can’t believe we just did that,” he said, glancing around, luckily he couldn’t see anyone lurking around but he wouldn’t be surprised if you were loud enough to have caught someone’s attention. 

“you were mean,” you murmured. 

“yea, and you fucking loved it didn’t you, angel,” anakin grinned and you bashfully buried your face into the crock of his neck, heart fluttering as his big arms wrapper around you and held you close, “you know i don’t mean it right, you are perfect, just like seeing you get all riled up,” he said, lips pressed to your ear, his words like the confession of a sinner to a saint. 

“i know,” you hummed against his neck, parting your lips and sucking the skin there gently, giggling when you heard anakin groan. 

“brat,” anakin groaned, “i am not fucking you in this car again its gonna take me forever to get the cum off of the seats,” he sighed, grasping your hair and tugging your head back so you were looking at him, faces only inches apart.

“take me home then,” you said, pressing a kiss to anakin’s swollen lips, savouring the taste of salt and smoke before be pulled away with a smirk, so utterly beautiful even in the cover of darkness. 

“you got it, baby,” he winked, helping you into your own seat before throwing the car into reverse and speeding out of the drive in. 

arriving home you headed back to your room while anakin cleaned the car up, you quickly changed into one of anakin’s t-shirts before slipping into bed, burying yourself beneath the blankets as you waited for anakin, flicking through your phone, you had just began to doze when you heard your bedroom door open and in anakin walked clad in only a pair of grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low around his hips, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead. he didn’t say anything, simply getting in beside you and wrapping his arms around you, you rolled over, laying your head on anakin’s chest. 

“i got you something,” anakin said after a few moments. 

“you did?” you asked, tilting your head up to face him, he leant down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“it’s…” he murmured, “it’s kinda sappy i just… here,” he was nervous, it made your heart flutter as you sat up, taking a small box from him and opening it up, inside was a delicate silver locket shaped like a heart, your lips parted as you picked it up, it was cool against your skin, as you looked closer you could see something engraved and your heart soared. 

“ani, these are our initials,” you said, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

“yea, i… uh, i did it myself in the garage, i found the necklace at that antique shop in town and i just thought…” anakin fell silent, awkwardly shuffling on the bed, tears welled in your eyes as you held the necklace up, it glimmered in the dim lighting of your bedroom.  “you hate it,” anakin snapped, reaching out to grab the necklace but you shoved his hand away. 

“don’t be stupid,” you told him, “i love it, ani, so much,” tears trickled down your cheeks and anakin’s face softed, he reached out cupping your cheek, brushing away the crystalline tears that stained your face, “help me put it on,” you asked, holding the jewlery out to him and anakin accepted, unclasping the chain, you span around, holding your hair up so that he could loop it around your neck. it rested just above your breasts, the cool metal making you shiver as you turned back to look at anakin. 

“what do you think?” you asked him with a small smile and anakin melted, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. it was soft, easy and his lips glided across yours, gentle pecks that lead way to longer, deep kisses and soon his tongue was sliding across your bottom lip, begging for entrance and you gave it easily, arms coming up around anakin’s shoulders. sweetly he twisted you in his hold, rolling over so that you were pressed against the plush pillows, body sinking into the mattress as anakin hovered atop of you. 

“i meant it, you know,” he said, pulling away from your lips and trailing kisses down your neck, “you are my girl, i don’t just say it because i wanna fuck you, you mean so much to me, angel,” he tells you and you nod, running your fingers through his hair. 

“i know, i know, ani,” you say before his lips are back on yours, you can feel the promise on his lips as his sinks deeper into you, so close you could feel every inch of his body on yours, his chest pressed against yours, your legs twined and lips meeting, you loved it, loved him more than anything and you knew that now. 

“baby,” he cooed, “baby, i’m gonna make love to you, okay,” anakin said, pulling back with flushed cheeks, “wanna treat you right, okay, i can’t find the words, i gotta…” he stumbled over his thoughts, eyes flashing with desperation as he looked down at you, eyes falling on the locket and he exhaled deeply, reaching out and taking it between two fingers. 

“it’s okay,” you reassured him, cupping his cheek, “show me, ani, want you too,” you pleaded and anakin nodded, connecting your lips once again, it was still slow, innocent brushes of lips but anakin’s hand sunk beneath your t-shirt, tugging it up, you helped him pull it over your head leaving you bare for him. 

“so pretty,” he whispered, trailing his fingertips along the valley of your breasts, leaning down and kissing them both adoringly, you shivered beneath his touch, “my gorgeous girl,” he said, cupping your breasts, circling his thumb around your nipples eliciting a soft moan from you, your necklace glittered where it lay on your chest and you could tell anakin loved seeing it, maybe even more than when he would mark you, because while the bruises would heal, this was permanent, a solid reminder that you were his and he was yours. 

“ani,” you said, and his eyes flashed to yours, so full of love that it made your heart weep and your core ache, “need you, ani, please,” you begged and he nodded, grasping the bands of his sweatpants and revealing his half hard cock, tip already sticky and shiny, you ushered him up the bed and pulled him in for a hard kiss, hands tracing the muscles on his back, drawing him in, closer, closer. his cock settled against your core, cock head bumping against your clit and making you shudder. 

“gonna take it slow, okay, angel?” anakin said, kissing your cheek, grinding his cock against your cunt, soaking it in your juices, you moaned but nodded, allowing anakin to do what he needed as he gently pumped his hips against yours. “wanna stay like this forever,” he hummed breathily. 

“sounds perfect,” you said, swooping down and dropping kisses along anakin’s collar bone, finger’s still drifting down his spine as he reached down and grasped his cock now fully hard and lined it up with your entrance. you locked eyes and anakin waited until you smiled at him, a beautiful thing, like the first rays of sunlight before he eased himself inside of you. you would never get used to how full anakin made you feel, completely filling you up and leaving your body swelling with warmth. his thrusts were slow, sliding all the way into the hilt before pulling out leaving you gasping, whiney moans slipping from your lips. 

“baby,” anakin rasped, “fuck, feels so good,” he said. 

“ani,” you breathed, “don’t let me go,” you pleaded, as anakin’s thumb came down, swirling around your clit in swift but delicate motions, coxing you to an orgasm. 

“never,” he promised, you stayed like this, lovingly locked together, body’s connected and lips locked until you both came, you gasped and whined, legs locking around anakin’s hips, keeping him there even after he had finished, not ready for him to leave yet and he was more than happy to stay buried between your thighs as you came down together, twin flames burning in a miracle high. 

“i love you, anakin,” you whispered, voice stark against the silence and anakin’s returning grin made it all worth it. 

“i love you, angel girl,” that was all that needed to be said, you had fallen but it was okay, because anakin was falling too, keeping you safe in his warm embrace as the world fell away. 

/ anakin said he loved me today, well i said it first be he said it back, not love you too or same or whatever, he said i love you. this was so wrong when it started but now, how can there be anything wrong with love? this is forever, i know it now, and i’m never letting it go. 

/ anakin came to me today, he’s going to transfer uni’s to one a few states over and he wants me to do the same, that way we can be together and no one will have to know. we can be a normal couple, go on dates and not have to worry. we will have to tell our parents eventually but for now this is what we have and i couldn’t be happier. 

/ me and ani moved in together today, our own little flat, i think this is the start of something beautiful, a new beginning. just me and ani forever, i like the sound of that. 

/ forever sounds perfect, angel girl

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wow what a journey this has been ! this will definitely be the last part of the ‘dear diary’ stepbro anakin series but dw i will be writing more for him i love him sm ! but thank you all sm to the all of the people who have been reading this and enjoyed ! and as i said in my last post feel free to send me requests as i am home for easter atm and need some entertainment !

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[bluecollarmcandtf]

Fast Food Snack

My story starts with a close, but I'm hungry...

An intimidating glare from the baggy-eyed manager tells me to back the fuck off, but I have no intention of leaving. I'm starving and this asshole has no idea who he's staring at! After all, how could an old fast-food worker named Darryl know that I just discovered the ability to control dumb little minds like his?

"Open up," I say, licking my lips at the feeling of inserting myself into his head.

Mind control isn't like how it's portrayed in movies. I don't just snap my fingers and bring victims into a vacantly drooling state. No! It's much more invasive than that, and it's much, much more unpleasant for my poor targets. Imagine a sickeningly stiff presence pushing through the back of your skull. It shoves your own ideas and intentions aside, ripping away the control you had over your body. You probably always took that control for granted, but now you can't cause so much as the blinking of an eyelid. Most people spend their time in my thrall screaming internally.

Being sidelined in your own body takes some getting used to, and Darryl isn't enjoying it in the slightest. Nevertheless, I use his hands to unlock the front door and invite myself inside.

"Please, come in," I make his gravelly voice speak, "Can I suck your dick as an apology?"

I feel the man cringe on the inside. He hates hearing and feeling his own mouth make such a vulgar offer, but his stoic face doesn't crack. This idiot is trapped inside his own mind while I get to puppet around his body. I don't even have to tell him what to do.

"Maybe later," I pinch the manager's cheek, "Let's get you deep-fried and seasoned first."

With a vice grip on his brain, I steer the fast-food worker off to do my bidding. Humiliating my playthings is the perfect appetizer...

Darryl spends the next few minutes collecting all the leftover food from the garbage, dumping it all over himself. The manager doesn't stop there, proceeding to lay on the floor and rub all the grease and ketchup into his clothes. That trademark glare stays frozen on his face the entire time he soaks in the day's old fries and ketchup.

"I'm a messy little bitch," he states blandly from the ground, "And an ugly, dumb, low-life."

His words make me chuckle, even though I'm the one making him say it. My metaphorical arm is rammed up his ass like a ventriloquist with a dummy. It's also me that's puppeting his hands to rub the food into the pits of his polo and the crotch of his khakis.

"You really should've just let me inside," I purr with my own mouth, "Now I'm gonna make you act like a messy bitch forever."

Darryl's face remains unbothered, but I feel the real man panic inside. If he had control over his eyes right now, they would be bulging in pure terror. Instead, they gaze passively back at me from the floor.

"Boss? Where'd you go?" a smooth voice interrupts my fun with Darryl.

A tall, dark, and handsome young man walks out from the back kitchen. His thick arms and bushy beard make me salivate. The name tag on his juicy pec reads 'Josh' but there's plenty of other things I'd rather call a stud like him.

"I thought you said we'd leave early if we got everything cleaned up," he grunts quietly.

The handsome fool is too preoccupied with wiping down tables to notice his manager rolling in grease and condiments. Briefly glimpsing in his mind tells me that he wants to finish his shift as quickly as possible, but I won't be letting him off work any time soon.

He jumps when he finally notices me, startled to find a customer still lurking after closing hours. His scowl shortly returns to his face as he pushes out his chest to address me.

"We're closed. You need-" his voice cuts as I commandeer his heavy body and thick neck.

With me in control, Josh's autonomy is squeezed into a corner of his skull, but he still retains all his senses; feeling his muscles relax, licking his salty lips, taking a deep breath of greasy air, and staring at his new master. I make him walk forward until his bulging chest is brushing against my own.

"I can give you a much better show than that dried-up, old, dishrag," I make him say, gesturing to Darryl with his broad hands, "My man-tits are fat and juicy just for you. Let me be your little slut. Fuck me like the breedable piece of meat I am."

Internally, Josh is furious, but his voice doesn't waver as he delivers the words I wrote for him. He's like a Ken doll I'm playing with, only none of it is pretend.

"I think I'd prefer dinner and a show," I giggle, "Why don't we let that dried-up, old, dishrag fuck your ass. He is your boss, after all."

Josh doesn't visibly react to the idea. He doesn't wince or crack the scowl I'd left on his handsome face. He just marches to the back and lays himself out on the dirty floor. Darryl follows, per the instructions I'm pumping into each of his limbs.

"Give it to me hard, boss," Josh says in a low monotone.

"Prepare for a rough ride, muscle-slut." Darryl answers his employee dryly.

Of course, internally, both men are freaking out. It's hard to tell who's more panicked; the manager who's about to dog-fuck his employee, or the roided up gym-rat who's about to take it like a bitch. Darryl wants nothing more than to pull Josh off the floor and run out of the building, but I hold his body firmly in place, making the man unbuckle his stained khakis like he's about to get lucky. Josh is the same, desperately trying to break free and attack, but I've got full control over his bulky body. I make him stick out his tongue and lick the floor like a pathetically horny animal. He still has to taste every inch.

"Papa's ready for ya," Darryl moans, pulling out the cock I easily inflated to full mast.

"Hurry Papa!" Josh squirms as he thumbs his pants below his wiggling bubble butt.

"What the hell?" a nervous voice stutters.

Turning, I find a much less impressive man walking into the kitchen. His name tag reads 'Aaron' and he must've been bullied into cleaning the bathrooms for the last twenty minutes. He's missed a lot, but it doesn't take long for me to catch him up.

"I'm enjoying a meal here!" I bite, mildly annoyed, "Shut up and make yourself useful."

His mind folds instantly to my efforts, and I know exactly how to put him to use. Aaron snaps his mouth, marches around before me, and kneels. Without a single breath of pause, his hands unzip my jeans and pull out my aching penis. He swallows it whole, bobbing his head expertly. Aaron's never done this before, but I've had a few blow jobs and I know exactly how I like it; with a throat wide open and lips at the base.

"Continue," I sigh in pleasure towards Josh and Darryl.

The pair unfreeze, resuming the messed up porno I'm forcing them to star in. The manager leans into Josh's back and enters him from behind. "You're gonna have to take Daddy's dick every time we close. Got it, boy?" he grunts down at his employee. The bearded stud looks up to his boss, and sucks some of the various condiments out of the man's stained shirt. "Yes, sir. I want to end every day like this, here, with you inside me." Darryl continues slapping his groin into Josh's splayed rear, pushing the younger man's face against the cold damp floor.

It isn't long before Aaron's expert dick-sucking leaves me cumming in his stomach. Finally, I'm satiated. "FfuuuuUUUuuuUucck..." I grunt out a long guttural moan of relief.

When my eyes flutter open, I see the mess I've left in this little restaurant...

The three men stop with the act; Aaron pauses, my dick still halfway down his throat; Josh freezes in the middle of writhing with fake pleasure; Darryl even ceases his brutal rape of his employee despite never reaching a climax. None of it matters anymore. My rocks have gotten off, so my little puppet show is over. I'm left with three terrified fast-food workers with broken wills.

"Sorry guys," I pull away and zip up my pants, "I get a little carried away when I'm horny."

"It's, ok," they all answer back nonchalantly, but I can hear their true thoughts screaming, locked away somewhere in their minds.

With a wave of my hand, I wipe the experience from their memories. I turn off their consciousness and set Darryl, Josh, and Aaron on autopilot. Like actors in a bad hypnotism movie, they rise and get back to their nightly chores. This time, their jaws are slack and their eyes are vacant. They'll finish closing down the restaurant and go home, where they'll scrub themselves clean and get a long night of rest. By tomorrow, all of the psychological and physical remnants of what I've done will be gone.

For them, it'll be like I never set foot inside this place. For me, I'll have to pretend that I didn't just become an evil and sadistic super villain. I never did end up eating any food, but I did satisfy some sort of hunger inside me...

...at least for now.

I let my urges get the better of my powers. Being a mind controller is hard. I can barely even control my own mind at times. Wandering away from the isolated, little, restaurant, I wonder how long it'll take before I lose control of myself again...

To be continued?

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- More sexual tension, finally some kissing, fingering, dirty talk, nudity, mentions of drugs, Gojo still a dick

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 5,003

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished on Ao3 but I'm going to slowly get it all up here!

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Nope! No no no.” You grumble to yourself, snuggling your plushie close, throwing the blanket over your head as the hints of sunshine glare through the curtains, where just a hint was not closed. You sigh, snuggling back into your cocoon of warm fuzzy blankets. You would not work today. No fucking way.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You scowl, putting it on silent, then bury back under the covers.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

“Fuck off!” You finally checked, because you did not know if it was your family with some emergency at this point. But no, it was all just calls and texts from fucking Gojo Satoru. As you contemplated blocking his ass, he called again. “Oh my God, what do you want?”

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” His voice was like silk, fucking dick head. You groaned.

“No. I won’t do it.”

“You don’t even know what it is yet!”

“I don’t wanna know.”

“Listen… please.”

“Can’t see those baby blues, so puppy dog eyes don’t work.”

“Fuck…” He says your name, and it’s too soft, too sweet. You hate that it sounds that good on his lips. “I really got trashed last night and I have a meeting in an hour. And uh… no speech.”

“Oh god. Meeting with who?” You sit up, running a tired hand through your hair in frustration.

“With goddamn Sukuna. You know he…”

Sukuna… he was something all right. “He’s a bigger dick than you.”

“Mmhmm. I need you badly, you are the best with him. He is even moderately nice to you. Probably because he thinks you're hot.”

“Ugh!”

“Can you whip up a presentation with that genius brain, hmm?” Gojo was actually complimenting you. Maybe he had changed… “I can’t fuck around anymore, I have work and shit, Erica. Can you go get me a tie please? Thanks.”

You pause, blinking. “Erica?”

“Um… yeah…”

“Gojo you were just fucking partying and fucking some bitch named Erica all night, and me, on my day off, want me to cover for your ass?”

“Oooh, are you jealous?” Gojo laughed.

“You’re delusional. I have nothing to be jealous about. I won’t ever be in that bed. Lord knows the diseases on it.”

“I have my sheets professionally cleaned! Mind you, I also am a very clean man, you’re just a goody goody-”

“Bye!”

“Oh my god, I mean, angel that you are, my savior… the smartest, prettiest law student there ever was!”

You snorted. “I hate you.”

“I know. Listen, I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

“You certainly say that a lot.”

“The boat tonight, remember? It will be so fun. Also I didn’t fuck Erica, you can even ask her. Erica, come here.”

“I don’t want to talk to her, you idiot! I don’t care or want to know.”

“I really didn’t. Erica…”

“Jesus fuck.” You started to get dressed, putting the phone on speaker, viscerally cursing under your breath.

“It’s Gojo’s assistant, oh my gosh! Hi!” Came a feminine, high pitched voice. You grimace, smirking a bit.

“Hello, Erica.” You start to rake a brush through your messy hair.

“We actually did not have sex. Mr. Gojo just snorted coke off my ass…”

“Erica!” You hear his panicked voice in the background. You shake your head, struggling to find out how this is your life now, eyes rolling.

“Well, he did! We just partied. He seemed kinda stressed. He talked about you a lot, he even said you’re-”

“That’s enough!” Gojo snatched up the phone. You raised a brow, grinning now as you dabbed concealer under your eyes.

“No, put her back on the line, I like her.” You hear him sigh and then the bubbly girl is back on the phone. “Erica, you seem sweet. Find a guy who doesn’t act like a fifteen year old dick face and snort coke off your ass at age thirty. One that can find his own tie. A nice guy maybe. Someone who’d take you out on a date and kiss your hand or something cute. Okay?”

There was a pause.

“Hmm… you know, you’re right! You are smart. Mr. Gojo, I’m gone. Pick your own tie out!” You hear stomping and the door slam, and you laugh deviously.

“You’re such a damn bitch!” He mumbled.

“Oh, a bitch hmm, then let me not do this.”

“No! I’ll give you two days off!”

“Lies.”

“I didn’t even fuck her, though…”

“I didn’t care. I believe in Erica, she’s got this.”

“I hate you.”

“Same.” You two sighed, simultaneously, like two angry kids. “I’ll do it. But you owe me, Satoru.”

“That’s my girl! Anything you want! You’re a lifesaver. I’ll be riding with Kiyotaka and come get you.”

“I can drive.”

“Nah. Quicker this way. Be there in twenty. Wear something hot.”

“What? Why?”

“Sukuna will get distracted. Let me guess, you’re in some old fifties looking fucking business suit.” You scowl at your reflection in the mirror. He was spot the fuck on.“Oh! With shoulder pads I bet. And a tiny skinny belt.”

“What, are you spying?” He chuckled, and you yanked off the peach colored jacket, just a white dress blouse and the business skirt. You pop open a couple of buttons. “Okay… looking less like a nun I guess.”

“Perfect. See you soon.”

***

You stood there, makeshift presentation on the little whiteboard in Gojo’s lavish boardroom, Sukuna sitting there with his assistants, smirking up at you. Gojo had his sunglasses on, thank god, considering his eyes were bloodshot. He just grinned and nodded as you laid the proposal out.

Just sit there and look pretty.

You had literally told him that on the way.

You think I’m pretty? Aww!

Gojo was a fucking idiot.

“I absolutely love this idea, it’s perfect for our marketing campaign.” Sukuna peered up at you, a dangerous smirk on his tanned face. He was very handsome but so intimidating in a way. Shoulders so broad the man could scarcely fit in his suit. His little assistants had puppy eyes for him, nodding on every sentence.

“Thank you, Mr. Sukuna.” You smile, and he tilts his head, observing your cleavage, which wasn’t too much showing but enough that it got his attention. Shit, Gojo had been right about something.

“I know this is all you and not Satoru.” He shrugged, grinning at Gojo. His hair was falling over his forehead, long and silky today versus spiked. His full lips tensed as he leaned back in the gray office chair.

“Gojo and I went over ideas together, but I did put it all in a presentation, that’s kind of my kink.”

Sukuna burst out laughing, and Gojo was chuckling then. You realize you’re kind of losing it. You slam a hand over your mouth.

“Is it now?” Sukuna stood, laughing boldly, coming up to you, looking down. His eyes were more lewd than Gojo’s could have ever been.

“I’m so sorry. I have had a hell of a night. It was my birthday.” You sigh, fiddling with your hair nervously.

“Oh, I see. No worries I actually enjoy someone being real with me, not sucking up to me and shit. That's why I work with Satoru and Geto.” Sukuna took Gojo by the shoulder. “They don’t bullshit me. And fuck if Gojo doesn’t have good taste in assistants.”

“I do have good taste.” Gojo stood, coming close to you, shoulder to shoulder. You felt Sukuna and his energy. They seemed to constantly battle, who is better at this, who is better at that, at one meeting they’d literally had an arm wrestling match.

Men.

“Let’s have a drink and celebrate. Your office, Satoru?” Gojo nodded, leading the way. You gathered your materials, hoping to head home, wanting a nap desperately. Sukuna paused, watching you.

“Quit eye fucking my damn assistant, Sukuna.” Gojo said it quietly, but Sukuna grinned, laughing.

“She’s too good to work here. If you ever get tired of this asshole, you know I’ll hire you.”

Gojo stiffened, fists clenching at his side, sliding down his shades and scowling at Sukuna. You took a little breath, before smiling.

“I appreciate that, but I am very happy.” Lies. Maybe. But you sure wouldn’t let Sukuna make Gojo look bad.

“Too bad.” Sukuna sighed, leaning close, a hand on your own. He took it and placed a kiss on the back of your knuckles. Gojo scowled, then attempted to yank him off of you. “Always a pleasure.”

“Likewise.” You feign a smile as the two shove into the hallway. There was so much masculinity in there it had been hard to breathe. You just can’t wait to get a nap before this boat ride…

***

The boat rocked gently beneath you later that evening, the warm breeze rustling through your hair as you gazed out at the ocean, the setting sun painting the waves a brilliant shade of crimson and orange. Gojo Satoru stood nearby, his broad shoulders hunched over the steering wheel as he expertly navigated us through the choppy waters with ease, while he had a joint hanging from his lips.

He was quite the damn sight, you had to admit. You watched him as he talked to the captain. Gojo’s boat was simple but gorgeous, little white fairy lights illuminating every inch of it, comfy benches by the front, it even had a little room and bathroom, and captain’s quarters. Just the two of you and two men who helped Gojo with the mechanics of things, it was honestly peaceful.

The faint scent of salt and seaweed drifted through the air, mixing with the taste of the sweet, fruity drink you had been sipping from, and you could feel the alcohol, that delicious, buzzing warmth, spreading through your veins. It makes your head spin just a little, and heat shoots down to your tummy. The sight of Gojo driving a boat also just does things to you…

“Are you feeling good?” He was next to you in a flash. You nodded, leaning your arms back on the railing, leaning your head back and looking up at the pretty pink and white clouds.

“Very fucking good.” Your words slur just a bit, and the gentle swaying of the boat soothed your soul.

“Want a hit? Or too much of a prude.” He holds the joint, and you take a hit, much to his surprise, sucking it in and letting the smoke fill your lungs, before gently exhaling. His eyebrows shot up.

“What, do you think I’ve never smoked weed?” You cover a little cough with your hand, and it fills your brain with the drink.

“Honestly, no. You seem so…”

“Goody Goody.”

“Yeah that.” Gojo took another hit, leaning on the rails, flicking the little tip of the ashes out.

“I am not cool with coke, no, but weed is okay.” You shrug.

“You’ve surprised me a lot lately.”

“I’m just so full of surprises.” You grin, leaning back again, back half off the rail now, the cool spray of the ocean against your skin.

“Careful, now.” Gojo gently holds your waist as the boat rocks, jostling you just a bit. Your hands land on Gojo’s chest, clutching the open dress shirt, eyeing his bare chest, strong, lean, muscled…

“You’re stupidly hot.” You grumble the words, and Gojo laughs, chest moving against your skin. You sway a bit as you look up at him.

“How fucking buzzed are you, my little assistant?” Gojo teased you, errantly playing with a lock of your hair.

“Very buzzed. Buzz Buzz Buzz.” You start buzzing like a bee, leaning back against the railing again, hearing Gojo’s chuckle.

“I’ve never seen you drunk. This is hilarious. Thought you’d be too stiff.” He brought you back up to face him.

“I have a drink after work kind of frequently, but usually just one.” You hold up a finger, swaying again, steadied by Gojo’s big strong hands. “Then I just pass the fuck out like whoo!”

“I drive you to drink, do I?”

“Sure…. Sure fucking… do. Mmm. Buzz Buzz.” You giggle at some joke your buzzed brain tells you, humming and turning, shimmying against this tall gorgeous jerk of a man. Your ass is against him. He tenses.

“You… good baby girl?” He murmurs. You hate that the word sends signals straight to your pussy. Ugh.

“I’m not good in general, but I iss good now.” You lean forward, and your ass is against Gojo’s hardness, eliciting a hiss from him. You enjoy riling him up. He gripped your hips, hands hot against you.

“Why hide this nice ass in your baggy work suits? It’s a whole crime.” Gojo’s hand came to play with your ass, daringly.

You giggle. “Would you be able to focus, Sir?” You look over your shoulder, biting your lower lip as you feel him squeeze harder.

“Fuck no. But now I know it’s there, and that will just make me mad.” You wiggle your ass then, and he tenses, yanking you up, standing you straight. “Are you teasing me?”

“Teasing Mr. Gojo Satoru. Notorious womanizer. Imagine! I’m a whole fucking femme fetale.” You turn, unbuttoning your blouse just a button. His blue eyes are there in an instant. “How could I? You’re so, so experienced! Me, a whole nun.”

“Maybe I think nuns are super hot.” Gojo’s hands tighten on your waist, and you pop another button.

“Is that your kink, Satoru? Nun fucking.” You pop one more, and your breasts spill out just enough, your hand trailing along your collarbone. You had no clue what you were doing, you had never seduced or really even flirted much. You did not care if you looked silly though. It was too fun, and the alcohol has stripped any of your inhibitions away.

Gojo stood there, holding his breath, licking his lower lip. “You’re playing with fire. You know that right.”

“You’re so edgy! Oooh, Daddy Gojo! Please punish me!” You chuckle, and Gojo holds you, bending over your body to plant a hot kiss on your exposed throat. You gasp against better judgment, crying out when he bites at your delicate skin, breaking it.

Gojo groans against your neck, making you shiver. You were consumed by him, feeling heady, senses on high alert. His scent, his lips, his touch… you had to wonder just how he tasted.

“Look at that, I found out how to shut you up.” He kissed down your chest, and your hands unwillingly intertwined in his silky white hair, sucking in a breath.

“You… you shut up.” You feel his laugh against you.

“I bet she’s wet already. .” His finger slid down your tummy, under your jeans, popping the little button there. “You’re way too easy for me, aren’t you?”

“It’s not wet. Nope. Sahara desert, Satoru.” He laughed, unzipping your jeans just a little, centimeter by centimeter, excruciating. You ached for him in ways you’ve never felt.

“A desert, hmm? I’m so terrified.” Gojo teasingly slid one of his fingers further, where your mound was, barely grazing your pussy lips, torturous.

“You should be. Snakes and shit in the sahara. Like- mmm…”

“Oh? Cat got your tongue again?” Gojo was a breath from your lips. How have you not kissed him yet? You lean forward, pulling him to you, lips parting as his fingertip grazes your aching clit, pressing up. He moaned, cheeks flushed, glittering eyes drinking you in.

“Yeah… Mojave desert. Like my mouth. So dry...” You needed him, needed to finally kiss him, fuck it all.

He did not even laugh at your joke, closing the distance until his lips were damn near on yours, your noses touching. Your heart began to quicken further, senses coming alive when he started to slide under your panties, anticipation absolutely killing you. He kisses the side of your mouth, each side, then your lower lip, as the rough pad of one of his finger tips finds you, swirling in your wetness.

“Fuck you’re pretty.” He murmured, eyes lidded. You whine rather pitifully in your opinion, but it made Gojo groan. “So wet already. Do you want me to kiss you, baby girl? Want me to get you off?”

“I…” You gulp. “Ugh… yes.”

“Yes, please.”

“Fuck that. Just kiss me, dickhead.” You try to yank him to you but he pulls back, grinning.

“Ask me nicely.”

“No.” You shake your head, knowing the power he was trying to take. He tutted his lips, yanking his hand away, he loomed over you menacingly.

“Say. Please. Stubborn. Fucking. Brat.” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke in a whisper.

He stayed there, so still. He was killing you. “Please.”

Gojo’s lips slammed into yours, and the sensation annihilated any willpower you had. You moaned against his soft lips, arching your back, his tongue sliding expertly against your own. His kiss made you ridiculously wet against your jeans, where his hand slid back down, trembling as it explored your wet lips up and down. You shiver as your desire courses through you.

Gojo consumes everything around you. Consumes you.

His hand swirls in aching little circles on your swollen bundle of nerves, and you cry out and tremble. His other hand slides up, dipping under your blouse, finding your breast with ease, cupping it. The peak of your breast pressed hard against his hot palm, his fingertips plucking it as the other played with your wetness. You were hot and sticky against your jeans.

You wanted him. So bad.

“Satoru…” You whispered against his lips, your hips grinding for more of his touches. Gojo looks at you with those beautiful blue eyes, shadows of his handsome face with the setting sun… “I want-”

The ship rocks, then, and you scream, as you’re thrown off the rails and fly into the water.

Well, shit.

Gojo Satoru is shouting out your name, and you sputter as the chilly water hits you, soaking your clothes, and the current starts to drag you down. You fight to doggie paddle, trying to tread water as best as you could, cursing yourself for not throwing on the life jacket.

In a flash Gojo dived off the boat, and you sputtered, going under once more, holding your breath. He holds you in his strong arms for a moment, and you cough, water burning your throat and nostrils. He starts swimming back, powerfully.

“Hang on to me, okay?” His voice was sharp, short. You nodded, clinging to his wet, hard body tightly, around the neck, legs wrapped around him. You all made it back and Gojo helped you climb the little pull out ladder, your limbs trembling. You collapsed on the deck of his boat, chest heaving.

“Th-thank you.” You whisper. He shushes you, helping you up.

“I have plenty of clothes. Let’s get you out of these.” You nod, looking at him then, soaked head to toe, every inch of his toned body on display, the clothes merely a second skin on him.

“Y-yes.” You let Gojo lead you under, to the little bedroom inside the boat, you noticed errantly how pretty and clean it was as you shiver, cold to the bone.

“When I said get wet for me, I didn’t mean this wet.” Gojo dodged your smack, grinning as he grabbed towels and clothes out of the slate gray dresser.

“You… ugh… screw it.” You burst out laughing, at the ridiculous situation, struggling with cold hands to unbutton your top. Gojo wrapped a towel around your shoulders quickly, and you saw he’d already gotten naked somehow. You avert your eyes with a blush.

“Let me.” He unbuttoned and unzipped you quickly, and you two pause, your breasts taut, nipples rock hard from the cold, breasts heaving up and down against the wet white blouse, now open. He gulped. You expect some ridiculous lewd comment, but instead he helps you slide it off, quickly wrapping you with the white fluffy towel.

“Thank you.” You whisper, pulling your jeans off, grimacing at the heavy soaking feeling as they stick around your ankles. You yank them off fully, then, noticing that Gojo had a towel on his waist now, bare aside from that. HIs body was chiseled within every inch of your life, long muscled legs, every bit of him toned.

“You’re… okay?” You nod, snuggling into the towel. Gojo wraps a blanket around you as well, pretty eyes drinking you in. “Can I say something?”

“Yes, of course you can. You kind of just saved my ass. Literally.” And he had, without hesitation. It made you think… “What is it, Satoru?”

“You’re…really beautiful.” His voice was husky, and you melted at it, warmth sliding back through your body until you were shivering for an entirely different reason, desire.

“You don’t have to say that.” He tucks some of your damp hair behind your face, clearing his throat, before catching your gaze again.

“I know. You are. Like some mermaid or something that I can’t even believe I’m thinking.” A thumb went down your lower lip, rough across the sensitive flesh, making you ache. You kiss the thumb, then, nibbling it, not putting much thought into the action, it just felt… good.

. “I-You’re beautiful.”

He smirked just a bit. “You’re drunk.”

“Not now… that water really sobered me up.” You sigh. “I am confused about literally everything though. I was so sure of shit. Even this morning, I was like yeah I’m done. Now you confuse me.”

You wanted his hand on you, the one caressing your jaw line. You wanted Gojo’s body on you… in the worst possible way. His lips. But did him being beautiful and charming really excuse all of the past couple years? Did it change anything?

“I’m confused too. I thought you were… I don’t know what I thought. When you fell… I…” Gojo broke off, gulping, as if that were something he did not want to delve into, sighing and looking away.

“Yes?” You urged him on a bit, but he just laughed, a little dark. It sent chills across your spine.

“These will be way too long since you’re a short little thing. But, here.” Gojo handed you some gym shorts and a black top. You took them, ever curious about what he had wanted to say, but instead you nodded.

“Thank you, they're perfect. Anything is better than that.” You look at your soaked clothes in disgust.

“Yeah… our clothes are hopeless. I’ll get dressed too. Wanna crash here or should I have Kiyotaka drive you?”

You turned, starting to slip on Gojo’s clothes, feeling his gaze on your back when your towel fell. The feeling of his eyes was thrilling, as if that gaze was caressing you. “I won’t make the poor man work more.”

The moonlight was glowing now, through the window, and Gojo watched as it made your luminous skin glow, tracing your supple curves with his eyes. You slid on his shorts, and the thought of you naked against his clothes made him hard all over again, nearly as hard as when he’d been pressed against you, feeling your wetness, kissing you…

You turn back to him, smiling, baggy shirt and shorts on now, tying the shorts into a little knot. “These are super comfy!”

He smiled a bit. “You look cute in them.”

You blush, though he’d just seen you naked, just touched you… but somehow this was so intimate. “So…”

“Hmm?”

“What… What's going on exactly? With us I mean.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the side, the other hand casually in one of the pockets of his gray sweats. Of course he’d wear those… ugh… you tried to not look, instead focusing on his face. His lips parted just a bit.

“I don’t know. I never looked at you like a woman before, really.”

“Oh jesus, just stop it there.”

“Yeah… like just saw you as a bitch? A bitch who gets things done. Really well, like you’re just a little powerhouse at things. A perfectionist. Now I see that… you’re like also really hot? And a good kisser.”

“Poetic.” You grimaced. What had you expected? Gojo sighed, coming up to you, tilting your chin up a bit.

“Words aren’t my strong suit.”

You pretend to gasp. “Gojo Satoru admits he has a weakness? I’m going to faint from the shock.”

“Shut that mouth.” He kissed you then, again, firm, more aggressive this time than before. You push at him a bit, and he pulls away to study you carefully. “This is more my lane.”

“I see.” You sighed, shaking your head. “What am I even doing?”

“Getting wet for me. In many ways tonight.” He winked, and you scowled.

“Oh god, don’t even start.”

“I… swept you off your feet! Literally! Haha! Ha! I’m amazing!” Gojo smacked his thighs, laughing loudly, and you scowled, until you couldn’t hold it in, snorting and joining his laughter.

“You’re an idiot!” You chuckled the words out, laughing against his hard chest, smelling the clean fresh scent he had, feeling the hard hot body.

“I had to! It was golden, baby, golden. I got Miss stuck up to laugh.”

“I am so not stuck up, you have to stop with that. You’re the conceited little shithead here.”

“Nah, you are. You’re loosening up some. I wonder… are you super tight there too?” Gojo yanked you by the waistband of his shorts, eyes ablaze.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You yanked back. He grinned.

“I’ll wait till you beg for that, too.” He patted you on the head, then, turning away and walking a bit.

“I so did not beg!” You protested, following him back up to the deck. He snatched up two bottles of water, handing you one.

“Sure did. Please!” You wanted to fall into a hole, turning bright red. “You know when you blush, it’s your tits too. I wonder if it’s all over.”

“Ugh!” You sip the water with shaky hands. “I didn’t beg. I was polite.” You stuck your chin in the air, and he grinned.

“Uh huh.”

“Yep.”

“Then I’ll wait for you to really beg for my touch. If that was only politeness.” He raised a brow. You knew you were in deep shit.

“I won’t beg, ever, so don’t hold your breath.”

“I don’t even get a kiss for saving you? You really are ungrateful.” He was back in front of you, popping up like some magician.

“You make no sound when you walk, the hell?”

“You don’t pay enough attention. Too wrapped up thinking about my dick.” He shot you a wink.

“You wish. And I already kissed you!”

“Uh uh. I kissed you. You kiss me, as a thank you.” He crossed his arms, leaning back against the little black round table where their waters sat. You shook your head, stepping to him, leaning up.

“Fair is fair.” You put your hands against his chest, sliding one against it softly, paying attention to the catch of his breath. Your eyes hit his, and you tiptoed, arms sliding up, around his neck, for as he was leaning you actually could. Your lips are just a breath away, and one of his hands is clutched to your waist. “Hmm… maybe you should beg for it.”

“Bitch.” He growled, but the word didn’t bother you. You pulled his own moves, a kiss on each corner of his lips, then one on the bottom, hovering.

“Say please, Mr. Boss man.” Your tongue slid against his lower lip, then, and his grip tightened painfully.

“No way.”

“Then, good night.” You spun quickly, and he gripped your wrist, angrily, especially when he saw your grin.

“You’re the worst, ugh.” He leaned down but you backed off. He grimaced in frustration. “I’m not begging, baby girl, I’m Gojo Satoru. You have it the wrong way, here.”

“Then no kiss for you, poor baby.” You tapped his lips with your finger, smirking at him. You too could play this game.

“Such a brat. You know you want it.” Gojo kissed down your neck, and you pulled away before he could go too far.

“I get the bed right?”

“We’ll share. I’m an expert cuddler.” He wiggled his brows, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“One of your strong suits hmm?”

“Absolutely it is.”

“Weird because usually the girls I get Ubers for don’t look like they get cuddled. Fucked maybe.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to cuddle anyone. You should be so honored, fucking brat that you are.”

“I am special huh?” You joke, but he looks a little serious as he studies your face, eyes narrowing a tad.

“You’re something that’s for sure. Fucking crazy.”

“Says you!”

“Mmhmm. Cuddles or no? Anyone ever cuddled you?”

“I…” You pause, frowning.

“That’s a no.”

“I have been! Um. Yeah totally cuddled. I think." Well shit.

“That’s another reason you’re a bitch, no cuddles. We add that to no orgasms and you finally make sense.” He tapped your nose, laughing when you tried to smack at him. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman. Promise.” He held up two of his long fingers, and you hate your own brain. It’s just pure horny. “Unless you don’t trust yourself! Would you take advantage of me?”

Demon bastard. His voice hit octaves they shouldn’t… “I won’t take advantage of you. In your dreams, maybe.”

“In my nightmares you just tape me down and make me go to your Ted Talks about law.” He fakes a shiver. “It’s scary!”

“Fuck off.” You cover your amusement with a yawn. “Okay, let’s crash, and if you get handsy you’ll be going for the next swim.”

Gojo gives you a salute. “Ay ay captain.”

You are going to cuddle with your boss…

Your boss you really wanna punch…

And sleep with.

Hmm.

Chapter 4

Ao3 chap

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/140758876#workskin

[criminalmindswhore]

Computer Whiz

Agent Emily Prentiss, a dedicated FBI agent known for her tenacity and precision, finds herself in a whirlwind of danger and emotion when her latest investigation collides with her personal life.

TW: angst, computer crimes, mention of pedophiles

There was only one person whom Emily truly felt safe with and that was her girlfriend Y/n. Y/n was a ray of sunshine and love in her life and coming home to you after a dark case made her days easier. You were always there to welcome her home with a tight hug, a cheek kiss, and a whispered, "I missed you, sweet girl." You worked from home most of the time so her crazy schedule wasn't an issue.

You were a computer analyst for the Department of Defense, you were up there with Penelope when it came to computers and technology. You could hack into chatroom, computer, phone, blog, anything. You had an office in your shared apartment with 3 monitors and a setup that would make any tech nerd drool.

You were working away at your desk on cracking open a chatroom for an underground weapons ring when Emily came in the door, "Y/n, I'm home love." You didn't answer so she assumed you were focused, she was right. As she turned the corner into your office the sight in front of her made her feel weak in the knees. You were sitting in your chair with one leg pulled up under your other leg. You were wearing her FBI hoodie, leggings, and the banana socks she bought you as a gag gift. The messy bug on top of your head made it apparent to her that you have been here for a while. "Hi, love." You could hear the dopey-ass smile in her voice.

Finally stopping your work you turned your chair around to face her, "Hi beautiful girl." She walked over to you before leaning down to give you the sweetest kiss you've ever had, the kind of kiss that makes your head spin around. She cupped your face with her hands before pulling away. She held your face and just looked at you like she was trying to memorize every millimeter of you. Your eyes just watched her eyes as they slowly scanned your face. "Do you want to run and grab our dinner while I finish?" She frowned, "I was hoping you would let me watch you again. It's fun watching you work." How could you ever say no to her, she had this look in her eyes that drove you crazy and she knew it. "Fine, but you can't profile the case." You pointed a finger at her as she pulled up a chair beside yours.

"Fuck yes, I'm in." Your finger kept moving furiously, "I need to download all of this now before I get kicked out." A ding came from your computer and you threw your hands in the air. "New record bitches. They really need to learn it only takes me 3 seconds to get everything." Emily just stared at you in awe, there were about 50 different codes and buttons pushed in those 3 seconds. "I will never understand how you and Penelope do that." She chuckled at herself and you beamed at her. "Dinner?" She nodded and stood up pulling you from your chair. She wrapped her arms around your waist fingers gripping your hips. She leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "I think I know what I want to eat now." Your breath hitched and you craned your neck to expose it to her, she took the bait and started leaving sloppy kisses down your neck.

The next week, Emily was sitting at her desk trying to find a single clue in her case. A computer whiz was hacking into pedophile chatrooms and finding their addresses. This person was then hiring hitmen to take them out. Looking at the messages sent to the hitmen trying to find something, anything. There was a soft knock on her door, Penelope timidly stuck her head in, "Em we have an issue." She sat in a chair in front of her desk, file in hand. Prentiss set down her pen immediately noticing how serious Pen looked, "What's going on Garcia?" Penelope swallowed hard and handed the file to Emily. "Y/n is our unsub." Emily threw open the file looking for a way for it to not be true. "I was trying to find the IP address of the person contacting the hitmen, which was difficult because she was using a device to bounce her IP around every 20 seconds. However, I was able to get through the device and it pinged in your apartment for almost a minute. Unless it's just a coincidence, she is our unsub." Penelope looked up at Emily from her heels, Emily had a single tear on her cheek. The map showed so clearly apartment 3B, the most left corner where your office is. Emily's heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest, this could not be happening.

"No no no no." You kept repeating the word no like a mantra. The alert on your computer still going off, letting you know that Garcia broke your security system. "Fuck!" You had 20 minutes tops to get the fuck out of there. You threw your most important items in a bag and opened up your computer to a Word document. Hands shaky and teary you typed out a letter for your Emily, you knew her heart was broken by now. The letter was full of apologies for breaking her trust, for letting her love you, for running away. As you booked it towards the door of your apartment you stopped for a moment looking at the picture of you and Emily above the kitchen doorway. She had her head thrown back laughing as you were telling a story to JJ. Both of your smiles were wide, eyes sparkling with love. Rossi can be seen in the background smiling at the two of you. You took the photo off the wall and shoved it into your bag. As the apartment door shut behind you, you were officially on the run. Feet heavy, palms sweaty. You could hear the sirens coming towards the building, you got into the second car you had without Emily knowing and slinked out of the parking lot.

It wasn't long before you were caught and thrown into the back of an SUV. Alvez didn't say a word outside of your Miranda Rights the entire ride to Quantico where you knew Emily was waiting. As the doors to the elevator opened she stood there. Arms crossed around her chest, eyes visibly puffy and red. She stared into you with an anger you had never seen before, how could you? Emily's head was going a million miles a minute trying to find a way for you to not be responsible. As Alvez walked down the hall to the interrogation room you saw Emily holding a printout of the letter you wrote to her. Luke didn't bother cuffing your hands to the table, you wouldn't hurt any of them, you wouldn't even think about it.

You could feel Emily's eyes on you from the other side of the glass. You could guess exactly where her head is at, questioning every part of your relationship, looking for signs. She wouldn't find any, she never had any reason to believe this was going on. Emily stared at the guilt so apparent on your face. She knew you truly believed you would never get caught, you are the smartest person she knows. There was a lot of hurt circling her mind. Not only did you do this, but you hid it so well from her. She trusts you more than anyone on this planet, more than she trusts herself, and you hid this.

Emily took a deep breath in and then entered the room. Your eyes shot from your hands to her face, trying to read her. She sat at the other side of the table, hands in her lap, file on the table. "Y/n, why?" You could hear the broken trust in her voice, "I don't truly know. It started with me trying to find them for a case and once I realized how easy it was, I lost control." Your anger was rising, "How could I just live my life knowing these fucked up men hurt children. Children Emily. I couldn't." Your hands were shaking, and her mind was racing. "It's not your job to serve justice, your job was to find them." Her voice was quiet but strong. You swallowed the lump in your throat, "I know that." There was a tension so thick in the air. "I have to send you away Y/n. You put me in this position. I also now have to move. I have to pack your things and move from that apartment." Emily's voice was getting louder and angrier. She laid her hands on the table, and you noticed how her cuticles were bleeding, she was picking at her nails. You felt so guilty for making her start doing that again. "You have broken all trust you created with me, this family. I will forever love Y/n, but not the person sitting across the table from me." Her eyes finally met yours, "I'm sorry Emily." Her hand slammed on the table, and you jumped, "Don't say my name." She stood up and left, leaving the file behind.

You opened it. There were images of the men YOU killed. You didn't know how they were killed, just that they were dead. Your stomach cramped, your cheeks got hot and you slammed it shut. Luke came in to take you to arraignment. Emily watched from the bullpen, still grasping the letter in her hand. She watched you mouth 'I love you' as the elevator doors closed. She watched as Alvez stared at you in disgust, your best friend.

Emily entered her office and closed the blinds. She closed the door and sat down chewing at her thumb. She laid the letter down and began reading it for the 34th time since Garcia gave it to her.

'My love, I'm sure by now I've already been arrested. I can't explain why I did this or how it happened. You know how I am with crimes against kids. KIDS. I will never be able to erase the damage I have created. I made a promise to you that I wouldn't hurt you like your parents or JJ did, but I did worse. I did more damage than they ever could. I'm sure this is your worst nightmare.

I will hold onto the memories you allowed me to create with you, like when we went to Key West and sweat so much we lost weight. I'll hold onto the way your hands fit in mine, how your lips perfectly fit mine. I'll hold onto the way you giggled when you saw me after a case, how you would press a kiss to my cheek and say that you're okay before I had to ask.

You learned me and my brain so fast and well. I swear you knew me better than I did until this all started. I cannot apologize enough for the mess I've created. Not just for you but for your team. Spencer loved my hugs which says a lot. Luke is my best friend. Penelope, sweet loving Penelope. I can't imagine the hurt and pain they are feeling. I'm so sorry to all of you.

I hope you can move on. I can't say I'm sorry enough Em.

-the girl you knew, Y/n"

A drop of blood fell onto the paper, Emily snapped her eyes to her thumb. "Fuck." A tear fell from her eye. She can't wrap her head around this at all, but she'll have to learn. She took the ring off her hand, the promise ring you gave her, she slipped it into her desk drawer.

[munsonology]

Eddie munson working at a Waffle House is so....*chef's kiss* Reader, who is black, starts as a server because they're looking to just scrap by while in college.

Eddie is worried at first. He knows the patrons that walk through the door aren't always the nicest. A lot of drunk people. Sometimes people are just looking for a fight. He makes it his mental mission to keep an eye out for you. You're sweet. A lot of the guys come in and flirt with you.

You almost always laugh it off. It makes Eddie feel like it's going to make the wrong impression.

That is, until one guy comes in belligerently drunk. He's shouting, slurring his words--he's overall a messy drunk and Eddie, who'd been taking a smoke break immediately snuffs it out.

The guy slumps into the booth and you walk over, menus in hand. You stay behind the counter, like you're supposed to, you hand the guy the menu. But he grins up at you and reaches right for your chest.

Before Eddie can cross the room, you've decked the asshole square in the nose. Eddie freezes for a moment, eyes widen and then as the guy starts to push up from the table, Eddie kicks back into gear. The rest of the guys in the kitchen come rushing out too. It's the entire Waffle House against this guy. He doesn't even get fully up but you hit him again.

It's clear that you're pissed. Your eyes are unfocused and you're breathing hard. So Eddie hauls the guy out. It's not easy--he's almost twice the size of Eddie, but the two solid punches you've landed plus his own drunkness help. So Eddie all but throws the guy onto the curb and then comes back inside to see another linecook wrapping your knuckles. Gingerly he cuts in, adjusting the wrap a little.

"You okay?" Eddie asks.

"I should've killed him," you mutter.

"Still got time," he laughs. "Anything hurt?" He's trying to keep is snug enough but not cutting off circulation.

"If it's not broken, it's bruised like a bitch."

Eddie gets the wrap finished, sliding his fingers over your knuckles and palm then you your fingers. "Oh," he tsks, taking in the sight of two of your nails that broke. Nothing that damaged your natural nail underneath. He's seen that happen a few time to the other girls.

"I have an appointment Saturday," you shrug it off.

"Can I pick the color?" he teases.

"What do you know about that?" you gape.

Eddie winks when you finally settle your gaze on him. "I've been around the block a time or two. But you're blue right now. I think red would be nice."

"Red and black."

"Just in time for Halloween," he teases.

When you come into work on Sunday, he absolutely hollers for you to come into the kitchen. You've barely had time to get your apron on. He checks out your nails with a whistle. "Bet they'd look better digging into my back don't you think?"

"If we survive this shift, we'll have to see about that."

Eddie who is not religious signs the cross over his chest. "May God be with us. Because you're going to need him tonight, honey."

-H

OH MY GOD ILYSM 😍 this is amazing and exactly what we need 🙌🏽

Exactly how I see Waffle House!eddie in my mind. He’s always getting into it Janice who’s also his neighbor. Janice isn’t a Karen but she stays on Eddie’s ass because he’s a menace and gets on her nerves

Janice gives waffle house wendy vibes! Eddie’s seen her jacket sleeve catch fire and she out it out with her hand!

lead waitress Miss Minnie brought him into the Waffle House family. She’s loved by everyone in Hawkins and she’s the mother, therapist, doctor, lawyer, teacher, pastor, and then some all wrapped in one body. People go to her for everything and she’s always helping even when people don’t deserve her help.

You’re the sweetest girl he’s ever seen walk into this establishment and he instantly has a crush on you the new waitress. I can see jeff also working here, maybe miss Minnie is his auntie! And they all tease him for having a crush on you! “You got it bad white boy” Jeff laughs.

You and Eddie fuck behind the building while on breaks 😭 I think Janice catches y’all one time and this is probably how she starts calling you titmouse! She didn’t learn your name anyway because no other waitress has stuck around other than the ones they already have so she knows you’ll quit eventually so why learn your name 😭

Y’all both work the night shift on stuardays so y’all literally see everybody in Hawkins stop by. The basketball team comes by after their big win and Jason starts shit because his waffles are cold. So Eddie comes out because nobody is gonna talk to miss Minnie like that! And Eddie and Jason start fighting and the players with girlfriends get involved so now here you are with the other Waffle House girls throwing waffle batter and plates😭

And if it’s modern, in the corner booth robin takes out her phone to record everything! “Dingus your hair is in the way move! This is my Scorsese moment”

And the entire kitchen staff is yelling “go white boy go white boy go!” As he’s whoppin Jason’s ass. Just like that cosplay video 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

😭😭😭😭 now I’ve never been to a Waffle House because we don’t have that out here BUT I have been to a red lobster on easter and ihop at 1 am and it’s basically Waffle House adjacent 😭 I love my people

[camywamycam]

what was left behind in the rubble P.3

702 words

soon to be harry x reader 

TW//WRITTEN AT 4 AM BY A SLEEP DEPRIVED TEEN!!!

A/N

I know this is a short chapter and im sorry 😭 I finished writing this at 4 am because I can only write at night since I'm with my mom and siblings all day and I refuse to write in front of them 😭 maybe it wasnt a good idea to start a full ass fanfic story with a plot 2 weeks before I leave for summer camp but yolo, ive decided im gonna have this fic go from the summer - hoggwarts and y/n will start acting a lot more like Sirius iykwim 

y/ns pov

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If you had been in the right mindset, you would have impatiently pushed Remus away the second he stepped foot into your room. However, at that moment, all you needed was a hug. You clung onto the soft fabric of his cable knit sweater, which carried the strong scent of chocolate, cigars, and parchment. Remus held you firmly in his arms, patiently waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to open up about your thoughts.

"I hate him," you said in a broken voice.

"You don't mean that," Remus replied, his uncertainty evident in his words. "He loves you, he just... doesn't know the right way to express himself, that's all."

"Well, he obviously doesn't have that problem with Potter," you spat, your voice tinged with envy. "When I traveled all the way to Europe to see my biological father, I was kind of hoping he wouldn't be a total dick."

Remus sat and listened attentively as you rambled, finally realizing how left out you had truly been. The other children never spoke to you, and neither did the adults, except for the usual greetings. The more he spoke to you, the more he learned about your experiences. He discovered that while you were neglected at Grimlands place, you had met a group of muggles who had welcomed you into their friend group so at least you hadn't been totally alone. In the mere 45 minutes of conversation, Remus had already learned more about you than your very own father.

You and Remus continued to chat throughout the night in the room which you had made your own. For the first time in a while when you woke up that morning you didn't feel absolutely terrible. you turned to your side and checked your phone notifications before getting ready for the day.

you tried to sprint down the stairs as quietly as possible knowing the other adults in the house wouldn't be so happy about you sneaking off to hang around strange people whom they knew nothing about. It was almost comical how much they tried to control you when you and they both knew they didn't care about you in the slightest. As you raced down the stairs you bumped into a pale boy with messy black hair and glasses that were a tad bit too large for his face. "black." he spat "potter." "and where do you think you are going?" he said sassily 

harrys pov

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it was strange seeing y/n actually dressed. since none of the kids went outside we mostly stayed in our lounging clothes. I took note of y/ns red top, flared jeans, a jean jacket that was covered in patches, and Converse. She actually looked quite nice... but I would never admit that. 

"out." that's all she said as she tried pushing past me. I grabbed a hold of her wrist "What's your problem? You've been acting rude ever since you got here. You could at least try to talk to your dad." she scoffed in my face "Oh I've tried. he's the one who doesn't want me here." "Maybe he would actually like you if you weren't such a bitch." I was shocked at the words falling from my mouth. did I say that out loud? my thoughts were confused as y/n turned around and punched me square in the nose. Adults rushed in as they heard me fall into a vase smashing it while holding my bloody nose. Mrs. Weasly scolded y/n “what on earth have you done!” she screamed at y/n but she just looked around with a red face and big eyes as she rushed towards the door slamming it shut, not that anyone cared.

"don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry," you thought to yourself as you ran to your friends' house. luckily she asked no questions and just welcomed you in with open arms. you eventually told her what had happened at Grimmlands place and she was pissed. both her parents said you could stay with them as long as you needed. they even let you move into the guest room so you wouldn't have to continue sleeping on your friend's floor. you know that you can't stay here long since school is starting soon, but you might as well enjoy it while you can.

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Everything Happens to Me - Part 3

Hi flowers! So finally the plot is starting and I really hope you like this idea. Let me know if you have some things to say and ideas to make it better. It's really a WIP.

tw: Swearing, fatshaming, offenses. Don't think there's much more to it, but let me know if you find something.

Chapter 3 - Let them know

chapter 2

Things between y/n and Charles were going great, trying to enjoy every second of the time they had left before the start of the racing season. Even though being private was starting to tire the Monegasque a little bit, he really wanted to share his relationship because after months of suffering, he was finally happy. On the other side, Charles’ press team knew how much Charlotte and him were loved around the paddock and since they are broken up, everyone started to wanting them back together and many lost interest in him because of some false cheating rumors.

“So this is where I started the race…” Charles points at the faded grid lines on the Monaco street where the grand prix starts “But not where I finished…” y/n lets out a giggle watching him explain to her a bit about the race of the past year there. She couldn’t believe how unintentionally funny was Charles and that was something that really made her fall in love with him. They keep walking around town, chatting and window shopping, they wouldn’t do that a lot because of the secrecy thing, but they would do that with friends sometimes just to enjoy outside time as well. “Excuse-moi Charles, je peux prendre une photo avec vous ?” Charles, can I take a picture with you? a little boy says pulling Charles’ shirt a little, the Monegasque turns and smiles at him “Bien sûr, tu veux que ma petite amie soit là ?” Sure, do you want my girlfriend to be in it? y/n isn’t sure to have properly understood what Charles just said “Me?” she almost whispered, knowing that action would lead to trouble, her boyfriend nods and as the little kid eagerly accepts, poses and takes the photo. “Merci” says the little one smiling before running back to his mother. “Charles… you know that will bring trouble, don’t you?” says y/n looking at him with a worried look “I’m with you, I’m lucky to be and I’m in love and I need to live it freely. I don’t want to hide you.” his hand reaches to hers while looking into her eyes “I love you y/n.”. The feeling of fear in y/n becomes happiness with those words alone “Whatever happens I will be there with you okay? I love you.” her smile always felt warm to him, something he would never exchange with anything in the world.

Once y/n gets at home she starts cleaning a bit the kitchen that was pretty messy after an attempt to bake a cake with Charles earlier that day, so an half an hour goes by before she decides to take a shower then rest on the sofa with a cup of tea. She opens insagram and notices that her account was flooded with comments and follows, unluckily most of them where anything but good “You slut, you will never be as Charlotte.” “Oh my god, how could he cheat on Charlotte with this fat ass bitch?” after reading a few of them, y/n decide to just close the app and take big breaths before noticing a call from Charles “Ange, I wanted to check on you.” “Hey, I’m fine. I guess that was something the team was trying to protect us from.” “You know it’s all lies right? Do you want me to come over? Just ignore them okay. It’ll take time but I’m sure they will love you.” Charles says without even taking a break “Hey, calm down you. I’m fine, I swear. How did it go with the team?” he giggles at those words “Well, not happy at all, but they will manage it too.” “People can be mean, but we know what we need to.” “I love you.” “I love you too ma belle.”

chapter 4

[k-slla]

A/n : It's finally here! I'm sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out but I hope you like it!

Taglist: @cevansbaby-dove @jackles010378 @deanwinchestersgirl87 ❤️

Warnings: bit of language, mostly angst, little bit of fluff at the end

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A/n2: So, I think of this chapter like a step into more action 'cause after this things will start to go down. Anyways, without giving away too much, Enjoy!

Dean's POV

I pulled up to Bobby's house and stayed in the car, thinking of how to tell Bobby that we did start the trials, despite all his warnings. And now Sammy's in hospital.

"Hello, Dean." Crowley was sitting next to me. "Thinking about life choices, are we?" That snickering son-of-a-bitch, I thought to myself. "Get out of my car, right now. Or I swear.." I growled.

"Oh, please. Or what? You're gonna stab me with that toothpick you carry around? Come on, Dean. You know it wouldn't do anything to me. I am here with a proposition." I didn't say a word to him. "You're letting me to do all the talking? As you wish. I can bring back your baby brother Moose. If you do me a teeny tiny favor."

"You're helping us? After we tried to cure you? What, like out of goodness of your heart?"

He laughed. "What? Of course not! As I said, I need a favor. And I don't hold grudges, if there's nothing good coming out of it. Now, before you say no, let me explain. I will help you with getting what you need for it. You just have to do the rest." He said matter-of-factly. I turned to him. "Get to the point already." After a long pause he finally opened up again. "I want you, Dean, to kill Abaddon."

My phone rang suddenly and with that, Crowley was gone. It was Bobby. "What?" I snapped unexpectedly even for myself. "Are you planning to practice your stalking skills all night or are you coming inside?" He asked jokingly. I saw him standing in front of the window. "Coming." I sighed.

I went inside and Bobby was waiting in the kitchen. "You want a beer, Dean?" I sat down at the his kitchen table. "Or something stronger, if you have?"

"Heh, have you met me? Of course I have!" Bobby chuckled and poured us both a drink. He joined me at table and sighed. "What did Crowley want?"

"Oh, nothing. He was just being as he always is. A giant pain in the ass. " I forced a half smile on for him and took a swig of my whiskey, enjoying the burn as it went down.

"What's on your mind? Where's Sam and Y/N?" Bobby asked worriedly.

I cleared my throat. "Well, there's no easy way to say that. We did the trials. I was supposed to be the on to do it but things...well, things got messy as they always do, so Sam was the one who took them on." I couldn't even look him in the eyes, when I said the following words. " We got to the last one and found out that if we're going to finish it, Sam would die. So we didn't. But they had already taken toll on him. He's in hospital right now." I averted my eyes to look anywhere else but him.

"What? You Idjits! I told you that there will be consequences! Did you really think that it would be a easy job? No casualties?" He shouted at me and slammed down his glass.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Don't you think I know that? I honestly don't need the lecture right now, I have enough on my plate already" I yelled back. "I was supposed be the one to do them. Seeing Sam in the hospital..I-" I took a deep breath. I was on the verge of crying. "I don't know what to do, Bobby. Crowley actually offered me a deal tonight." I rested my head on my hands.

"Oh, Dean, you're not planning to take it, are you?"

"I honestly don't know. We don't really have any other options left. " I said defeatedly.

"What's the deal?" Bobby's voice brought me from my thoughts. "What?" I asked absentmindedly. "What's the deal, that Crowley offered to you?" He asked again.

"Nothing big. Just wants me to kill Abaddon. Apparently she's after his crown." Bobby just scoffed. "Well, that's suicide mission."

"You don't have to tell me. God, I forgot about Y/N! She's with Sam right now. She must be exhausted. I have to get back to them. I'll- well, I'll let you know if anything changes." I said as I sighed deeply and got up to leave. "Yeah, you do that."

I got into car and checked my phone. Y/N had sent me a text. - Hey, I didn't want to wake you but wanted to let you know that Cas was just here. Cryptic as ever.

I called her back and got her voicemail.

-Hey, it's me, I was just at Bobby's, I couldn't keep our situation from him. Listen. I'll be there in a minute, okay?

The whole drive back to the hospital I thought about Crowley's offer and whether to trust him or not. I needed to know more before deciding anything. I needed to know more before even mentioning making a deal with Crowley to Y/N. But I can't keep it from her, even if I'll say no to him.

I entered Sam's room and Y/N startled awake when I closed the door. I saw that she had been crying again. I pulled her into a hug and tightly held her close to me."Sorry I was away this long. I got your message. What did Cas want?" She rubbed her eyes as I let go of her. "I don't even know. He came here, said to me "don't lose hope, he'll come out of this" and disappeared again. Hey, you were supposed to sleep, you know? How come you look even worse than before?" She kissed me softly.

"Yeah, I know. Funny story. I did sleep but then, at Bobby's, Crowley came to me. He offered me a deal. " I sighed. "What? No! Whatever it is, you know that it'll be a suicide mission in every possible way. I will not let you do that." She argued back.

"Listen, we don't really have any choice, do we?" I tried to remain calm, making a deal with a demon, not to mention with the King of Hell, goes against every fiber of my being. She took a calming deep breath. The exhaustion was clear on her face. I hated seeing her like that. "What does he want?" "He wants me to kill Abaddon."

Y/N POV

After the the past few weeks, this was the last thing I wanted to hear. No way in hell it will be easy. And Crowley knows that Dean would take every chance to save Sammy's life.

"What?" I couldn't just believe my ears.

"I know. Like that will be a walk in the park. But he said he'll get me what I need." I was truly amazed by how little he knew about Abbadon. "Dean. Listen to me. You can't do this." I said calmly. "Don't you know the first thing about Abaddon?" I questioned him.

"What? Our walking Encyclopedia is in a coma at the moment." He tried to lighten the mood with no effect.

"Abaddon is a Knight of Hell. There is only one way to kill her kind. The First Blade." His face dropped. "You've heard about that, right? Well, Dean, in order to use the Blade, you'll need the Mark of Cain. And that is a frickin curse and I will not let you do this do yourself! Do you really think that's what Sam would want? For you to curse yourself, to "maybe" save him? Because we don't know if Crowley is telling the truth,you know?"

"How the hell do you know so much about this?" He was surprised.

"I ..read. Sometimes." I shrugged.

"Well, she's a smart one, Dean. But as you said yourself- you don't have any choice. Well. You do. Cremation or burial. But knowing what you do for a living, even there isn't an option for you." Crowley appeared behind us. "We need to get rid of Abaddon. She's a threat to Hell, yes, but she won't stop with that. She would destroy everything and everyone. So here's the final offer for you - and it will expire fast- kill Abaddon and I'll bring back Sammy. Until she's dead, I'll make sure that nothing happens to him. Tick-tock. I'll be back soon."

Crowley left us alone again and I felt sick to my stomach so I sat down on the floor.

"So there really isn't any other option for us?" I asked Dean quietly. He joined me on the floor. "I believe so."

"Dean, promise to me please that you won't leave me. I swear to God, if you die, I'll bring you back myself and kill you dead. You know I would." I said pleadingly and put my arms around him.

He chuckled sadly. "Yeah, I know. But I want to do give you something more than just a promise. I've had it for a very long time, but there was always some disaster happening, so I never had perfect timing. And now I know there won't ever be a perfect timing." He turned to face me and took my hands in his and looked me in the eyes when he continued. "Never in a million years, would I have thought that I'd get a chance for love. I know it's been only like six months for us, but it feels so right. I don't want to waste another minute. I love you, Y/N. " I couldn't believe where this was going but when he reached for his pocket, my heart skipped a beat. "Dean, what are you saying?" I was totally astonished.

"I bought it a month after we started dating. I just knew that you are the one for me. I hope you'll let me be the one for you, Y/N." He pulled out a ring box with the most beautiful single row diamond band and I couldn't hold back tears. "Y/N, when I go through with this deal, I need something strong to come home to. I need you and I promise to always stand by your side. I love you. Will you marry me?"

[hyunlix-lover4]

Lost in your eyes | Lee Minho

I was running through the woods with my sister in hand. Nine boys all around us. We just met them three hours ago, but they are the only ones we can trust…

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"Chae get your ass down here! You gotta get to school and drop your sister off!" Mother yelled up the stairs, in her usual morning fashion. I put on my uniform and put my long, black hair, into a messy bun. I moseyed on downstairs and into the living room. My sister finished her math homework, and my mother braided her hair. My sister is at the top of her class but slacks off so hard on her homework.

"Finally, you're down here! Fuck! Now I'm late for work! I wish you were like your sister!" she shouted as she left the house. I grabbed my bag and told Elle to come. We walked out of the house, and I said, "Does mother want me to be smart or have cancer?"

I dropped Elle off at her school and headed to mine. As I walked a car pulled up beside me and honked its horn. "Hey, Chae! Get your ass in the car!" Lisa shouted at me. Lisa is my best friend, but also the richest and most popular girl in school.

I shook my head and said, "Not today, gotta get my steps in." She laughed at that and drove away. I arrived at school just as the rain started. Beomgyu ran up to me and hugged me. I pushed him off and said with a fake pout on my face, "Where were you yesterday? We had a test, and I couldn't cheat off of you."

He chuckled at my pout and said, "I had a dentist appointment. I'm sorry, I wish I could've canceled it, but my mom would've beat me if I missed it." I rolled my eyes, "What a lame excuse."

I walked into class with Beomgyu and he sat right in front of me as I sat at the back of the classroom right next to the window. The teacher walked in and cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention.

"So, class, we have a new student. Be nice or all of you will fail the next test." A few people groaned and some snickered. Soon after a boy a little bit older than me walked in. From the back of the class, he looked like a fennec fox.

"Hi…" the boy said in a quiet voice that was barely audible, "I'm Jeongin. I just moved here from Busan, I'm 17 years old."

A few boys laughed and one said, "Busan? Like the song? Everyone knows the song Busan Seagull" The whole class laughed, and Jeongin looked down feeling embarrassed.

The teacher cleared his throat once more and said, "Chae, would you care to show him around?" I nod softly and I smile at the boy. He quickly walks over to me and sits in the seat beside me, looking down the whole time, tears brimming his eyes.

"Hey, don't cry, it's not going to change how big of dicks the class is," I say softly, and I put a hand on his shoulder gently trying not to spook him. He looks at me, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. "I'm not crying," he said sternly.

I remove my hand from his shoulder, taken aback by his sudden attitude. "Excuse you?! I'm being nice to you; don't fucking think you can be a bitch to me." I glare at him, and I look out the window ignoring everything going on around me.

The bell rings and everyone puts their things in their bags before leaving the classroom. I slowly put my things in my bag, when someone taps my shoulder. I turned to face the person, it was a boy about 5'10 with black hair, plump lips, soft brown cat eyes, and a soft smile.

"Hey, want to go to lunch with me?" he asks in a soft voice.

"I don't even know you, why would I go to lunch with someone I don't know?" I reply as I stand up putting my backpack on.

"Sorry, I'm Hyunjin, I'm in your Korean class," he holds out his hand for me to shake. I looked down at his hand it was covered with rings, and I slowly grasped it to shake it.

"I'm Chae, nice to meet you Hyunjin" I smile at him.

"So, do you want to go to lunch with me? You can bring Beomgyu and Jeongin, well Jeongin has to come either way" Hyunjin chuckles. I look up at him confused.

"What do you mean Jeongin has to come? Are you going to beat him up?"

"He's my friend, I would never beat him up" he chuckles at my reaction, and he grabs my hand bringing me out of the classroom where Beomgyu and Jeongin are waiting for us. Beomgyu pulls me away from Hyunjin wrapping his hands around my waist.

"What are you doing Chae? We never eat with other people," he whispers in my ear so Jeongin and Hyunjin can't hear him.

"Well, I think it's time to change that, it's getting boring just sitting with you," I pull out of Beomgyu's grip, and I turn to Hyunjin. "So where are we going to eat?" I smile causing Beomgyu to glare at us. He crosses his arms over his chest as he mocks Hyunjin.

Hyunjin chuckles, "We are going to eat with some of my other friends, and don't worry they aren't as shy as Innie here." He nudges Jeongin's shoulder with his elbow causing Jeongin to glare at him. I nod softly and we all walk out of the school and to the local park where 7 boys are sitting on the grass, 3 of them are wearing school uniforms and the other 4 are wearing regular street clothes. We walked up to them and Beomgyu and I bowed in greeting.

"Guys, this is Chae and Beomgyu. They are my friends" Hyunjin said, "Chae and Beomgyu, this is Woojin hyung, Chan hyung, Minho hyung, Changbin hyung, Han, Felix, and Seungmin."

"Hello," I bow and smile at them, Beomgyu bows but glares at them the whole time jealous that all my attention was on random boys I just met.

"Why did you bring the 20th girl Hyunjin? Why can't you just stick to one" Changbin asked jokingly. Hyunjin glared at him crossing his arms, "This isn't the 20th girl, she's the first girl."

"Bro it was just a joke, don't be so uptight" Changbin crossed his arms glaring at him. "It's not a good thing to fight in front of your girlfriend."

"Hyung shut up! We aren't dating! I don't even like her like that" Hyunjin yells. Beomgyu quickly goes to my side grabbing my hand and I squeeze it tightly, making his fingers turn purple. Han looked over at us confused and ignored it, for now, Minho looked over at us as well and walked over to us.

"Chae, you good?" he asked softly, rubbing my arm gently.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I smile.

"The way you're turning Beomgyu's hand purple doesn't look like it," Minho chuckles as the fighting between Changbin and Hyunjin gets worse. I look down at our hands and I let go of Beomgyu's hand.

"Sorry… but I need to go. Bye," I bow before quickly leaving, Beomgyu and Jeongin on my tail.

"Chae! Wait!" Jeongin yelled after me. We ran until we reached the school and I quickly walked to my next class just in time. I sit down quickly putting my head down on the desk. The teacher walks in with a gloomy look on her face as she sets her books down on her desk. She takes a deep breath before turning to the class, tears brimming her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out and she started to cry. Her light brown eyes are full of fear and sadness, something we've never seen in her eyes. She covered her eyes as she cried, shaking with fear she collapsed onto the floor.

"MA'AM?!" one of the girls ran up to her helping her up. "What's wrong teacher?" The teacher took a deep shaky breath trying to calm down.

"I'm sorry, but there's a disease going around with no cure, you guys have to go home quickly and stay out of contact with everyone." Everyone was freaking out asking questions and running around trying to find their friends and siblings. I quickly get up and walk out of the classroom, running to my sister's school. Once I arrive, I run to her classroom.

"Elle! Come with me, now!" I shout making the whole class look at me confused.

"Ma'am, what's the problem?" her teacher asks.

"I need my sister, now" I glare at the teacher.

"Fine, Elle you can leave."

I grab Elle's hand and I pull her out of the school and to someplace where there aren't many people. I turn her to face me, and I hold onto her arms tightly. "Elle, you have to tell the truth, how many people did you touch, how many people did you come in contact with?"

"What's wrong with you? I only touched my friends" she asked confused and slightly angry.

"How many Elle?!" I shout.

"5! ok?! I came into contact with 5 people!"

"You better not lie to me! Now let's get home" I grab her hand and I drag her to the house. Once we arrive, I lock all the windows and the door. I turn on my phone to the news as soon as I sit down on the couch with Elle. There were many things about the disease and how it was making dead people come back to life. I take a shaky breath and I hold Elle close to me afraid to let her go for even a second. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the front door….

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Chapter 1: Set me free

Genre: pining, crack, high school crush uwu

The sound you've been waiting to hear all year, you had been counting down, your leg bounces anxiously as the watch the big hand makes it way to the exact time.

Ring!

You grab your bag and run to the door, the hallway looking like traffic at 5 pm as everyone tries to rush towards the door to leave the building.

You look around for the group as you stand at the spot you all agreed to. Your face scrunches at the bright sun as you use your hand to shade your face as you look around.

"We're free!" Jungkook says as he runs towards you, his bag still unzipped, he holds his notebook in his other hand.

You get slightly startled but laugh and throw you hands up.

"Woohoo!" You giggle and he laughs.

His laugh is so cute.

"Where's everyone else?" He asks as he looks around.

"Hey!" Namjoon yells as he walks with Jimin and Seokjin.

"Finally!" "We're out this b-"

"Language!" Seokjin scolds, Jimin looks at him with an apologetic look, but of course he wasn't really sorry.

You snort and shake your head.

"Where's Hoseok?" Jimin asks for his best friend.

"I've got some tea for his slick ass." Jimin grins.

"I wanna know!" You whine and Namjoon nods.

"Me too." He mumbles as he moves closer.

"Well.." Jimin says as he leans in, causing a dramatic pause.

You all wait with anticipation.

"If you wanna know.. that'll be five dollars each."

You all smack your lips and Seokjin smacks the back of his head.

"Ow!" Jimin winces and holds his head.

"Dumbass.." Namjoon sighs and looks around for the rest of the group.

"Hey!" Hoseok waves with his heart shaped smile as he walks out the building, his hair a bit messy as if he was fighting to get out.

"Hoseok!" Jimin gasps and runs towards him almost knocking him over.

"Jiminie!" Hoseok laughs.

"We're finally free!" He says.

"I know!" "and by the way I have something to tell you-"

"Let me guess, he has to pay five dollars to know?" Jungkook says.

"Nope, that was just you guys." He shrugs.

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

You laugh and push Jimin playfully.

"Come on, tell us!" You pout.

"Then pay up!" Jimin sasses.

You pout and Hoseok giggles.

"Hey bitches." Taehyung says as he walks over to us.

"Language!" Seokjin scolds again and swats Taehyung.

He just shrugs and puts his shades on.

"It's hot, can we go now?" He complains

"Not yet, we still have to wait on Yoongi."

"Ugh, it's too hot." Taehyung says as he fans himself.

Yoongi comes out of the building, an energy drink and shades on, you could tell he was barely awake.

"Did you stay up all night again?" Jimin whines and collects yoongi.

"Had to finish that book." He says with some what determination.

"And was it worth it?" Hoseok asks.

"Yeah, if you want to borrow it, let me know." He says with a slightly flirtatious and playful tone.

Jimin scoffs. "But never too tired to flirt." He mumbles under his breath.

Hoseok nods and laughs.

"Okay." He says and flashes his heart shaped smile, causing Yoongi to blush.

You clear your throat.

"Is that everyone?"

"Yup, lets go."

"Our usual spot?"

"Of course!"

You all start walking down the street, talking about what happened at school.

Apparently there was drama on the third floor (Seniors), which really didn't surprise you since it was the last day.

You all walk to the corner store and get snacks and ice cream and sit outside, the sun was going down and it wasn't as hot, which you were really thankful for.

"So what's your plan now?" You ask the group as you stare at the stars and eat your ice cream.

"College?" Namjoon says with an obvious tone.

"Not all of us are going." Yoongi huffs as eats his ice cream.

"Well I know most of us are, I'm not ready, I'm kind of nervous actually." He confessess.

Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin nod in agreement.

"My parents are making me go.." Hoseok says as he looks down.

Yoongi rubs his back comfortingly.

"It's not that I don't want to, I just want to go on my own time, you know?"

"Maybe travel first or even visit the US."

"And you still can Hoseok." "Dont think too much about it, you just got through high school." Yoongi chuckles dryly.

"Yoongi is right, let's enjoy the summer for now, everything else can wait." Jimin says with determination in his eyes.

You nod in agreement, you had your own things going on so hearing that was comforting to you.

"Alright, so whats the summer plan?" You ask.

"To make it unforgettable." Jungkook says.

"To make memories!" Seokjin says as he stands up and pumps a fist in the air.

"And try to try new things." Hoseok chimes in.

"And importantly, to enjoy our youth." Yoongi says with a grin and leans back on his hands.

"I'm in!" Taehyung says.

"Me too!" You say and stand up.

"Same!" Jimin says as he stands up too.

"Yup!" Namjoon agrees and raises his ice cream.

"To the summer!" He toasts

"To the summer!" You all say and hold up your ice creams.

"Where should we go first?" Jungkook asks.

🫧

You walk home with Jungkook after the group splits up and goes home, agreeing to meet up tomorrow to go to a theme park.

You kick a pebble as you walk home, not knowing what to say, you had away had a Jungkook but never tell if he liked you back. He had a girlfriend the first year of high school but didn't date anyone else, he really didn't have time since he was so busy most of sophomore and junior year.

You would go to his soccer games sometimes with the group if everyone wasn't busy

And sometimes you went alone, cheering him and supporting him when they lost.

You take him out for samgyeopsal when he was upset and let him vent, he would return the favor and show up to your house with your favorite snacks and a book you wanted.

You would huff and pout telling him he didn't have to, he would argue and start talking about his appreciation of your friendship.

Your friendship...

Something you valued since you two met. You had been friends since 8th grade. He helped you with your homework and you taught him how to cook.

You two grew closer and everyone else the group continues to tease you two since you would be a blushing mess if you stand near each other for too long.

You realized you had a crush on him your sophomore year, the way he would be respectful and kind, he was soft hearted and his smile was your favorite thing to see besides the garden in the school courtyard.

But something always made you wonder what would have happened if you would've just confessed that year.. instead of holding it in for all this time.

"Hey." He says as he stops walking.

You turn around and look at him.

"I'm really proud of you." He says with a grin.

You pause, your heart jumps and skips a beat.

"Why?" You ask dryly.

"You have been through a lot and i know your parents are gonna be proud to see you walk, or at least I will be."

You smile shyly.

"Thanks, I'm proud of you too, I know it wasn't easy getting accepted into your dream school."

He ducks his head and smiles.

"Couldn't have done it without your help y/n." He mumbles shyly.

You smile shyly back.

Silence.

Awkward silence.

You both start walking again and he walks to the door.

"Well, see you tomorrow?" He asks with a soft smile.

It made you melt every time.

"Yeah get home safe."

"Will do." He salutes and starts to walk home.

You watch him leave before rushing upstairs and taking off your shoes and bag.

You get your camera and press record, panting and holding your chest, now a blushing mess.

"H-hello, its me.. y/n." You stutter.

"Today was the last day of school, and it was honestly a lot of fun, I'll miss my friends but I get to see them again tomorrow!" You smile and sigh in relief.

"This boy..jungkook.." "He walked me home and told that.. he was proud of me." You smile myself.

"If you ever find this, and I doubt you will, I want to say that I'm proud of you too, that I'm proud that you got into college, that you made friends even when you shy and stayed true to yourself despite everyone trying to make you someone you weren't." You say as you slump in your chair and take the camera.

"I think..my crush just got bigger."

"Watch out Koo, I might just confess." You whisper to the camera before waving and turning it off.

You write in your diary about the day with a smile and kicking feet. You were so greatful for your friends and that you were about to walk the stage.

You scrapbook the receipt from the corner store and the pictures you and group took.

You look at it with awe and excitement.

Ready for the summer.

Ready for your summer youth to begin.

[dakotakazansky]

Ghost • Nine

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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC

Word Count: 1,519

Jake

I woke up to Kota snuggled up against my chest, I would never get over how amazing it felt having her safe and tucked into my side. I honestly never wanted this feeling to end. I looked over to my clock and realized it's only 3:45 am. I sleepily wrapped my arms around Kota's waist, and pulled her as close to me as possible and fell back to sleep with her. 

The next time I woke up, I opened my eyes to see Kota smiling softly at me, "Good morning Cowboy." I smiled back, "Good morning Kota," I said my voice still laced with sleep, "What time is it?" she rolled over for just a second to check the time on her phone before rolling back over onto her stomach next to me, "It's a little after 9am."

I closed my eyes for a moment, "mpfh." I grumbled before wrapping my arms around her again and pulling her tightly to me, she chuckled, "Is this finally the day that the early bird Jake Seresin, finally doesn't want to face the music of the morning?" I just nodded my head into her shoulder.

"Well lucky for you, we don't have to meet Coyote or Villain until later tonight." We continued to spend the rest of this morning in bed, either napping together or watching more movies.

We got up out of bed around lunch time, both our stomachs growling now as we had skipped breakfast. We made some lunch and then moved to the couch in my living room, to continue our movie marathon until it was time to get ready to leave to meet up with  Coyote and Villain. 

I got dressed in an outfit that was pretty much similar to what I was wearing last night for Kota's surprise outing, except this time I was able to wear my black Stetson.

Kota on the other hand looked so good in what she picked out. She had her hair braided in two French braids until it reached the base of her skull where she then had the tails in two messy buns, god I loved that hairstyle on her. 

She had stolen one of my flannels, to put over a white t-shirt, she also wore a pair of Jean shorts that not only accentuated her short legs into looking longer, but accentuated her ass as well. She threw on her black sk8-hi vans again, and I swear I was falling even harder for her. 

We jumped into my truck around 5:30pm and started to make our way to The Wrecking Bar. Once we had pulled into a parking spot, Kota fired off a text message to Tate, asking if they were here yet. Tate had replied back that they were still about 10 mins out. 

Kota and I went inside to secure a table for the four of us, she stayed back at the table while I walked over to the bar to grab our first round of beers. I could tell as soon as I walked up, I was going to have to turn the bartender down, she was already batting her eyelashes at me.

"What can I get for you tonight on the house Stud?" She says to me, walking over after finishing with her previous customer. "Oh no, I'll pay for these no worries, just 4 beers please." I replied back. She brings out the big doe eyes while still batting her lashes. "Are you sure you don't want these on the house?" She says leaning forward, her arms placed in such a close manner that it accentuates her breasts.

"It's really fine ma'am. Could you start a tab for us?" I say handing over my card and nodding my head towards Kota. I notice the woman blushing softly, probably thinking Kota and I are a couple, "O-oh uh, yeah sure!" She stutters. I tip my hat to her, "Thank you ma'am." I say taking back my card and collecting the four beers to take back to our table.

When I get back to the table I see Kota smiling like an idiot, "Turning down another bartender I see!" She says, chuckling. I nod back to her, sliding her beer across the table to her before sitting down next to her.

"Why, though, she's really cute!" Kota questions. "I have eyes for someone else, and I don't want to follow Coyote's footsteps of searching for barrack bunnies." I notice Kota's face falls at the mention of me having eyes for someone else, if only I could tell her that she's the one I have eyes for. 

I take a swig of my beer, while Kota looks down at her phone that just went off. "Tate and Javy are here!" She says happily, replying to Tate explaining where our table is. They eventually make their way over to us. 

—

Kota

As soon as Tate and Javy meet up with us at our table I say, "Hey Tate, you mind running to the restroom with me?" She nods, looping her arm with mine, as we walk towards the bathroom. Once we are out of earshot from the boys she asks, "What's up Kota, you okay?

I sigh leaning against the bathroom counter, "Jake had the bartender making googly eyes at him, and he told me he turned her down because he didn't want to chase barrack bunnies, but also that he had eyes for someone else." 

Tate nods, listening to me, "Do you think that he could have eyes for you?" I shrug to her, "I couldn't see him having eyes for me Tate, he's been my best friend for at least 4 years now, if anything were to come of us, I thought he would've at least acted on it by now. So I don't think I was who he was talking about." 

Tate just gives me a hug, before saying, "You never know Kota, he might be just as afraid of the risk as you are. You know men aren't the only ones allowed to make the first move anymore?" I chuckle, "Yeah you're right I mean it is 2022, if I wasn't so scared of the risk, I could attempt to make a move but I'm still just not ready for that." 

I return the hug, "Thanks Tate, you're the best, you always know what to say." We both return to the guys, Tate taking her spot next to Javy while I take my spot next to Jake again.

We all chat and hang out for a little bit, when I notice that Tate and Javy are sitting a little closer to each other than what friends would normally sit. I lean over to Jake and whisper in his ear, "Hey you might want to start thinking about that twenty dollars you're gonna owe me." I nod over towards Tate and Javy. "No way, they aren't a thing yet." He replies. 

"Hey, does anyone want to play some pool?" I question once we've all finished our first round of beers. We all agree, "I'll be right back." Jake says walking over to the bar to grab us another round from the bartender that made googly eyes at him before.

As she passes the beers over to him she says, "You two look like a really cute couple, she's one lucky girl." What I couldn't see was the blush on Jake's cheeks, before replying to the bartender, "Oh we aren't together. Thanks for the beers."

 He comes back over to us, and we decide the first team is Jake and I vs Tate and Coyote. The first round was won by Jake and I, before we switched up teams, Tate and I vs Jake and Coyote now. That game was a very close match up, but Jake and Coyote took the win. We played a few more rounds just enjoying our time out. 

We eventually swapped over to darts and played a few rounds there as well. We made a bet that the loser had to buy the last round of drinks. Coyote ended up the loser of that round, and he went to get just two beers for Tate and I since he and Jake were being the responsible adults and driving us both back home. We played a few more rounds of darts and another round of pool while we finished off our drinks and then headed out for the night. 

Jake stops to pay his tab while Javy and Tate start out of the door. Jake and I shortly followed behind both Javy and Tate out of the bar. I whisper to Jake, "Look look look!" We see that both Tate and Javy are holding hands, walking over to his car.

"They definitely are a thing!" I whisper excitedly, them not knowing we are behind him and seeing this going on. We head back to Jake's place where he makes me take some ibuprofen and drink some water before bed again. "Goodni..." I begin to mumble but as soon as my head hits that pillow, I'm out like a light.

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[lemonkoo]

I saw some YouTube shorts of a girl buying a cheap camcorder off Amazon and recording her summer with it and since I'm gonna have my first ever decent summer experience with actual friends, I said "fuck it, let me dig for my dad's old camcorder"

Attempting to record my summer with a y2k camcorder

Day 1

So, I started digging in my house for this old camcorder I vividly remember from my childhood

Various trips to the attic and a horribly messy cables-drawer later, I ended up with

This ↓↓↓ big boy

I think she's pretty neat, what do you think?

With her I didn't find the manual, but luckily the battery was in.

I looked up the model to find a manual and then the realization hit me

I have to charge the battery

Chonky fella

I did not find the charger though, so my scavenge hunting in my house began

I present to you, the cable drawers

The middle one had me laughing my ass off because I tried to pull one cable and the whole thing came out

I was encouraged by the fact that being messy with cables isn't a me-thing but a family trait

Things I found that weren't the charger I was looking for while looking for the charger

An impressive 80s cassette collection (my mom was identified as the possessor because there was only one person with doctor's handwriting in this family)

Stretching manuals from the 90s

Other battery chargers with various sizes

More cassettes in places they did not belong in

A phone

A flip phone

Unknown 90s/y2k electronics I did not bother to identify

Finally once I finished looking in the dusty, messy, untouched, no man's land that were the cable drawers, I moved into the attic

I had to move a few cat piss smelling boxes, but finally, recognizing the logo on the manual, I found a box that not only had the whole ass manual in 4 languages (did my mom keep them all? Did we really need the German manual?), a... (Idk? CD thingy that was supposed to come with the camcorder?? I have no idea) and

An unopened universal battery charger

(Fucking finally, may I add)

This looks a lot better after diggings 2 hours in random cables, I swear

Updates will follow, have a picture of the bitch charging while I go to sleep

[heavyhitterheaux]

It was around 11 pm when you had finally finished doing your hair with the help of Jack. He had seen you earlier starting to take out your knotless braids and asked how he could help the process go by faster. If he don’t help take down my hair, I DONT WANT HIM 🥹

Jack had then slipped your bonnet over top of your braids and the two of you were now laying down in a comfortable silence until you broke it. He helped TAKE IT DOWN, WASH & CONDITION ANDDDDD PUT HER BONNET ON FOR HER. WHEN THE FAWK IS IT MY TURNNNN 😭

"Shiiiit." Jack knew that your hair was probably sore and as bad as he wanted to grab it to pull you closer to him, he decided not to. He’s so coinciderete 🤭🫶🏽

"I am knee deep in my girl's pussy so why the fuck do our phones keep going off when I'm trying to make her cum?! Somebody better be dying with the amount of times you called us." I FORGOT ABT THIS 😭 imagine if it was his mom!! I know he ain’t check caller ID

"Jack, they found out she used to be an exotic dancer and they are tearing her to shreds. I wanted to warn the two of you before either of you saw it. Tell her to call Allison when she gets a chance." I CANNOT FUCKING STAND PEOPLE ON SOCIAL MEDIA!! Why the fuck it y’all business what she used to do? 🤨

"Nothing can break you or us. We've made it this far, right?" HES just so ughhhh 🥹

theshaderoom: Our beloved first black principal dancer of The American Ballet Theater, Y/N Y/L/N Harlow apparently used to be an exotic dancer at Blue Flame in Atlanta before getting her big break! Flip through for more pictures and the post by one of her former co-workers who used to dance with her! The shaderoom is so fucking messy!! MIND YO DAMN FUCKING BUSINESS 🖕🏽

balletislife: this is absolutely disgusting and makes the entire ballet world look like a joke. no one with that type of past should ever be in a position such at the principal dancer I’m sorry, what uh- WHO. THE. FUCK. ARE. YOU?? Bitch bye. Go get a fucking life.

msmelanie: just reminiscing about old times at Blue Flame. still remember how it took us days to practice this and get it right and how no matter how much we tried to give up, Y/N wouldn't let us. and that's probably why she's principal dancer now. so so incredibly proud of her and I knew from the beginning that she was going to make something of herself. it was always me, her, and Alyssa against the world when we stepped through those doors. she went to Julliard, got married to her celebrity crush and is now one of the most sought out dancers in the world. still can't get over it! I miss dancing with all my girls! This whole thing just sounds condescending as fuck! Even is she don’t mean any harm by it. Like bitch why would u put this on social media, if you really missed her why not try & reach out?! You knew what u were doin wit yo hatin ass 😐

Mom- I raised you better than that I- are you serious?? SHE TOOK OF YALL, nearly sacrificed her dream for you & that what u wanna say 🤨 besides IT WAS IN THE PAST, ITS BEEN DONE & OVER WITH, get over it 🙄 also SHES A GROWN ASS WOMAN)

"So, Jack tell me. Is the rumor going around about your wife Y/N true?" IS THIS BITCH FR?? Who tf do they think they are?? Askin outta pocket shit like that. This interview is abt JACK NOT YN! Dipshit

"Your last name is Harlow and I'm going to need for you to act like it. We only have winners in this family and that isn't changing any time soon. Now, you ready to go?" AHHHHH I LOVE THIS MAN WIT MY WHOLE HEART & COOCHIE 🤭

(PART TWO COMING 🙈)

AHHHHHH this was everything and I LIVE for your reactions lol

And yessss gimme a man like this. When is it my turn!?!?

The way he goes hard for her and protects her is top tier 🥺

Yeah and her momma was wrong. Dead wrong. But we shall see how this plays out.

Remember when she was little she was a daddy's girl and not really close to her mom. She really did it for her brothers. It's not that the two of them didn't get along. The relationship was just different.

And whew that interview was outta pocket.

Jack was like

You better not disrespect her in front of him 😤

[starlightrows]

Welcome back to Krax (re)Watches. Tonight I’m watching the first episode of The Bad Batch and giving my unfiltered thoughts. I don’t remember shit from watching this the first time

Episode 1 — Aftermath

I forgot about the red clone wars logo!!!

Grey temples Obi Wan appearance, 😌

Baby Kanan!!!! Caleb!!!!

That was a fun entrance

Wrecker being able to push a 1000 pound tank is wildly impressive

The droid saying “I guess I’m in charge now” and then immediately getting shot is such a mood

Sledding

Green armor is a great look

Tech not even looking up from his computer… rude ass iPad kid

Master Bilabba… my beloved

Having to relive Order 66 again… ouchie

This snowy forest is honestly really pretty

Crosshair shooting first has cop vibes, nasty

Can you imagine? Caleb just fuckin ices Crosshair? Show would have such a different vibe

Hunter instantly lying about Caleb jumping to his death has major dad vibes

Crosshair you nosy ass bitch

Master Shaak Ti 😭

Messy ass men’s dorm room

Crosshair is like an annoying coworker. Passive aggressive. Low key a narc.

LULA!

“And MY exceptional mind” pretentious

“You are more machine than man, percentagewise” ableist

How has no one ever seen Omega before?

The clones cheering for the emporer’s speech has such an uncomfortable thing to watch

Oh-Me-Gah.

She sounds Australian

Hunter dad squats down to talk to her

Tarkin has nazi pants

Can you imagine being a fuckin 10 year old and going to hang out with a bunch of 20 something year old soldiers

SOUP clone

Crosshair thinks he’s too good for a food fight… loser

Echo’s PTSD makes me sad

“Turned into that” referring to Echo’s prosthetics… why do people like this guy?

Fucking hell I just realized the first episode is over and hour long…

“For which you will be fairly compensated” — viewing the clones as merchandise is disgusting

Tube Babies!!!

5 is all that remain… Echo is a regular clone… she’s talking about Omega

Crosshair filed a report stating Kanan lived. Snitch.

I fully forgot about Saw being in this

Tech believe propaganda

If you love the emperor so much, why don’t ya marry him Crosshair

Tech just casually stating Omega’s an enhanced clone

Crosshair litters

I really love the idea that troopers have little family pictures

The Corrie guard got sent back to Kamino and immediately started acting like top dog

Body glove scene

Omega creating sympathy for Crosshair makes sense in a narrative way, I guess… but I just do not like him.

Tarkin is crusty as fuck

Why did they let Tech keep his nerd goggles?

Still undecided on if Wrecker has a false eye or a white eye?

Lol they’re running around in their undies

My desire for a Lula plushie has been renewed

Take a shot every time Crosshair says the word “orders” take two every time someone else says it

Finish your drink every time Crosshair litters by spitting his toothpicks

I forgot how little resolution we get about the Kaminoans intentions

I remember watching this the first time and being a big Wrecker girl, and I still am sort of, but honestly none of them really do it for me anymore 😅 I’ve spent too long thirsting after Boba and Wolffe

Final Notes:

Unwhitewash The Bad Batch, others have more and better things to say on this topic but it must be stated if I’m going to make a post about this show at all.

I forgot literally everything about this show, and part of the reason why is because I didn’t like it that much 😅

Still gonna watch the rest and season 2 though

[allys-diary]

shenanigans :: ally week 2024

Hoooo boi howdy ya girl is 30 and let's be so real right now…at so many points in my life I wasn't sure if I was gonna reach this age, but also I had so many expectations of what life would look like for me once I got here and…

Let's just say it's not a perfect match 🙃 But also I honestly wouldn't trade it for anything. Instead of trying to chase a "dream" that was thrust upon me by constantly comparing my life to my parents going "Goddamn when they were my age, I already existed and I was a whole menace", I decided to set out to heal inner wounds that I didn't realize were there until I revisited those areas in my life and there were places that stung when they were touched.

But that's gonna be a story for another vent post, this is just gonna be a place to show y'all everything I've gotten up to on the days leading up to the day itself.

Everything below the cut because pictures ahead

First we kicked the week off with something very on brand that just had impeccable timing: Sanrio-themed Krispy Kreme donuts

tbh the flavor wasn't all that amazing, but it was still fun (and messy lol) to eat them…also no, I didn't finish them all by myself, I split them with my mother (I did claim the Kuromi one tho). And unlike Froot Loops that all just had the same flavor across the board, these ones actually had different flavors with every donut, so that was fun, too.

While of course I would never be so vapid enough to say that this is all happening because it's my birthday week, there was also the amazing little happenstance of one of my favorite bands releasing new music and this was the week I found out that Marianas Trench is coming out with a whole new album.

The rest of the week was honestly pretty uneventful because I spent most of it at home working and ticking off items from my onboarding list, so really at least half of my free time during this week was spent sleeping 🥴 I did go out after my shift towards the end of the week though to grab some food & coffee with my parents but that's about it.

And then once the weekend hit, my whorish ways got the better of me and I decided to 'pspspspspspsps' in cursive over on my main/more active account and suddenly Tom content was conjured into existence (thank you Paris Olympics and BBC)

I finally got my lil mitts on the chili pepper Jellycat plush, along with a lil Squishmallow HugMee

It's the lil yellow donkey. And that's probably the last Squishmallow I'm getting (because space issues) unless I find Ximena the Winking Mango (for obvious reasons)

Overall it was a pretty chill week. No tears, no annoying ghosts from the past trying to kill the vibe (well unless you count a bitch ass teacher from Junior Year, yeah I'm looking at you Jonas), and only the slightest hint of existential crisis.

Now I got a whole lotta things I wanna do before I turn 31 so…lemme just get that todo list all together 🥴