you know what I hate about having a permanent illness, both physical and mental, is the balancing act between looking after yourself and accepting the realities of living with illness. like, you know you should do the ‘right’ things like eating well and having a good sleeping pattern and whatever, but you also know that no matter what you do or how hard you try you’ll probably never be able to cure yourself. it just feels really cruel, like the constant guilt of ‘this is all my fault’ vs. the despondency of ‘what the fuck is the point’
This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.
Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words
Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”
Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.
Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.
Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”
“Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”
Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”
Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance.
i love your voltron headcanons omg they're so good,, can i ask for some shiro headcanons pls 0:
*deep, long-suffering sigh* “where’s lance”
he’s actually constantly making lowkey references to tv shows and movies but the others never get them
this is mostly because shiro’s delivery’s very deadpan so whenever they think “wait…. was that a quote” they look at shiro and go “lol nah it was probably just coincidence”
it is never a coincidence. ACKNOWLEDGE HIM
“shiro, while you were gone i did this incredibly dangerous and ill advised thing” “keith, why???” “you’re basically 85% of my impulse control”
has the stress levels of a retail worker during the holidays
pidge: “I mean, we could always blow it up” shiro, filing that away as plan B: “we are not blowing anything up”
really wants to arm wrestle allura
“…but could I be the head this time” “no, hunk”
shiro: “it’s okay coran we’ve got everything under control-” *something explodes, keith charges in while yelling about the galra, lance crashes, hunk screams*
lance spreads increasingly ridiculous rumors about shiro on the planets they save
“i heard that the black lion’s paladin can shoot energy beams from his eyes. there are whispers that he destroyed the entire jurudean star system with a single look” “well i heard that he slayed an iron giant from the planet verek by flicking it” “that’s ridiculous, he used a fist at least”
the rumors trickle down to the galra grunts and some of them start to surrender on sight to avoid fighting shiro
“you’re welcome” says lance, who totally didn’t mean for this to have any positive effects other than amusement but will definitely take credit for this turn of events
My principal/head teacher spoke in our whole school assembly today, he referred to mental illness’ as ‘mental infections’ and then said that if we don’t look at things on the internet that relate to sad things noone will have 'mental infections’. I wanted to punch him in the face at that moment. For example if I had anorexia it’s most probably because I hate my appearance and think I’m fat, I could stop looking at skinny girls on the internet AND STILL HAVE BLOODY ANOREXIA! I just wanted to say if you have never been through a mental illness (which he obviously has never had otherwise he wouldn’t say something so stupid) then don’t give advice when you have no clue what your on about. Mental illness’ aren’t something that people can control straight away. Again with depression I’m not going to get automatically better by not going on the internet. This makes me so angry.
The director sighed once the girl had scampered off, watching as everyone was currently trying to shoo the perfume bombed air out of the window, and muttered something about this being the path to his death. Adrien lingered nearby, politely waving Juleka off as she went in to put another layer of powder on his face.
Do you know how many of the Matildas players have gfs?
ohohohohooooo a better question my friend is which of the matildas dont have gfs
Kyah n Alanna are together (duh) Gielnik has a gf n they run a business together Heyman has a gf and i think shes a writer? Gorry im pretty sure has a gf bc who the hell owns dogs w their friend ?? KK has a gf who plays for turbine potsdamn w her + germany (feli rauch) theyre cute on insta Logarzo has a gf whos a softball player (also cute on insta) Sammy’s gf is Nikki Guti (again, duh) Polks has a gf who plays w the Brisbane Roar her name is Summer iirc Tamkea Butt has a gf n they play for Klepp in Norway (bit traitorous bc meeks’ gf is a new zealander but ill cut her some slack bc theyre mad cute together) Eve was defs dating Tori Huster (spirit) in the past but idk shes up to now lmao Raso is probably w jenna mccormick (this is just speculated but like,,, theyre on each others instas way too much tbh)
i think thats all but like thats majority of the roster lmaooooo
“ Connor and reader where the reader works at the bookstore Connor goes to, and she notices. They have convos and it’s sweet??? And like ye. “
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hi yeah hope you like it! it got confusing at the end and it’s midnight and I rly need sleep so I hope you like this
It initially took you by surprise when you saw Connor Murphy walk into the local book shop you worked at every day after school. He would walk in and buy a new book or take out his own then walked to the tiny café in the bookshop to chill out. Reading wasn’t something people associated with Connor because they all assume he’s just a junkie, but every day like clockwork, he would come in and sit.
The old shop which was aptly named ‘The Authors Attic’ was small, warm, and overflowing with different knick-knacks and shelves stuffed with books of all sorts. The place screamed ‘home’. When you got the job, you were ecstatic. The small store was basically your home before you even got the job! So when the owner saw your application, he didn’t even bother to interview you.
Watching the doors for the tall boy from your tiny perch behind the desk became a habit fairly quickly after you noticed his frequent visits to ‘The Attic’. Whenever you would see him from the window walking towards the store, you tried your best to somehow communicate with him.
You made mental lists of whatever book he was currently reading or have already read, wanting to understand his preference better. He liked the poetic ones, you noticed, and he mostly enjoyed novels. You noticed a lot about him over the first week or so on the job, even if you hadn’t really talked other from the mandatory greeting and smiles. He was striking, all in black despite whatever weather was outside. Longer hair was unusual for the small town you lived in and if anything, it made you more curious.
You snapped your head up from the small notebook you were doodling in. It was still early for your curious muse to be here but there he stood in all his dark glory. It was hard not to stare at him. The light caressed his sharp features perfectly and the hair the stuck out from his head in messy curls seemed to glow in the ray of sun. He was angelic, to say the least. He took in the scent of the small shop and relaxed his stance. He was so breathtaking you almost forgot to greet him, stuttering idiotically.
“Hi welcome to, uh The Author’s Attic um, sorry,” You tried desperately to straighten out the papers that were messily strewn across the counter, desperately trying to hide the fact that you were staring and that your cheeks were rapidly heating up.
He nodded awkwardly in response, quirking his eyebrow at your suddenly flustered state.
Cute. Wait what? Whatever, she wouldn’t like you anyway you idiot, no one like you. He thought as he turned towards the bookshelves and scowled. Idiot.
“So what are you looking for today? Or are you just gonna chill by the café? Not that I watch you because that would be super creepy and- uh.” You piped up, realizing how creepy you sounded halfway through and jumbling your words together so fast they were almost inconceivable.
He turned and looked at you, almost… angrily? His eyes scanned your face for what seemed like hours, searching for something that wasn’t sincere. All he was met with, though, was your petrified face as you watched him glare at you,
He probably thinks you’re a stalker, Y/N. Why did you have to be so creepy? Now you’ll never get to know more about the tall boy with the high cheekbones who loves to read.
“Uh- I’m sorry ill just… make myself busy.” You mumbled as you looked down, willing to do anything to have him stop staring at you so feverously.
“No- I mean fu- just…” He let out a frustrated growl and hurried off into the infinite aisles of books, leaving you confused and even more curious about the ‘tall boy with the high cheekbones who loves to read.’
SPACE SHIT THIMNGYU
Monday morning was… eventful. Disappointing, but eventful nonetheless. Connor was seated next to you in English class, courtesy of the uptight teacher and her ‘put the good kids by the not-so-good kids and let them rub off’ philosophy. You didn’t think Connor was a ‘bad seed’, but everyone else seemed to sigh in relief when the teacher called his name and pointed next to your seat.
When confronted with this situation, he did what any reasonable person would do; sighed, sat down, and never said a word or even made eye contact with ‘the nice girl with the pretty eyes who works at the bookshop.’ Reasonable.
You were confused when he didn’t return your small smile as he walked up to the desk next to yours, and then you were sad because he didn’t acknowledge your existence. You learned one thing though, ‘the tall boy with high cheekbones who loves to read’ was named a bit simpler: His name was Connor.
Once school was over and you were at work, which you nicknamed ‘The Attic’, you were nervous for Connor to make his way into your tiny sanctuary. Connor. It was so strange to say his name, even if it was just in your thoughts.
So, you continued to scribble on the notepad in front of you and reposition books until the dreaded ‘ding’ would ring through your ears to reveal the tall boy with th- Connor.
Maybe you were just really focused on alphabetizing the books marked ‘fiction’ by Authors name, or maybe your brain just didn’t want to hear the warning bell. Either way, you turned around to find a tall boy in dark clothes staring at you from the gap between isles. You almost dropped the books that were wrapped securely in your arms.
He seemed like he was about to say something but decided against it and began to walk away.
“Wait! I mean- sorry, Connor right?” You said as you realized he was turning away.
He looked confused at first, probably wondering how the hell you knew his name or even his existence,
“You apologize a lot.” He stated bluntly.
Quickly realizing how douche-y he sounded, he continued.
“…But yeah, I’m Connor I guess.” He scratched the back of his head and shrugged his shoulders as if it was a question.
“Y-you guess?” You smiled lightly at him and placed the books down on top of the stool you used to reach the books stored up high.
He shoved his hands in his pockets grumpily and grunted in response. He was oddly welcoming with the ghost of a smile hidden behind his curtains of brown curls. Then the impossible happened, he laughed. His smirk turned into a small huff and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he raised his head and pushed the hair out of his face,
He laughed. It wasn’t a big laugh where he couldn’t breathe or even a giggle, it was just a wisp of happiness that made your knees feel wobbly and your cheeks feel warm.
He noticed your shocked stare, equipped with light pink cheeks and mouth agape in awe. He stood there awkwardly waiting for you to throw some quip or joke at him. When you asked him what book he was reading he didn’t register the punch line… because there wasn’t one. You were being decent to him and he didn’t know what to do except awkwardly fumble for the yellow-paged, bent up, and old-from-use book.
You gently grabbed the book from his paper-white hand, knuckles brushing for a split second before you hummed in response to the title you vaguely recognized. DART By: Alice Oswald
“This is the one with the river, right?” You muttered as you traced the intricate cover, flipping it over to see the back.
“Yeah the uhm, it’s the one with the river.” He gaped at you as you gently traced his book with your fingertips.
He didn’t think you would know (or care about) what he was reading, not even his mom seemed to bother to notice what he was always focused on in the mornings.
You handed the book back in his direction and offered a warm smile.
“I’m Y/N, by the way. We have English together.” You kept your hand out held after he took the book back from you, a small peace offering.
He wiped his hand on his jeans before grasping yours hesitantly.
“Yeah sorry, I just hate all those people… not you! I just don’t like being around them so I ignore ‘em.” He shrugged sheepishly, watching as your eyes lit up as you got an idea.
“Just make it up to me then. Buy me a coffee and tell me about your book.”
“Are you, like, sure you wanna be seen with the emo stoner kid?”
“Depends,” his disappointment was evident, “Are you an emo stoner kid or did you just start accepting the labels?”
He fell in love right then and there… you know in like the metaphorical way. I wouldn’t just instantly fall in love with someone don’t be an idiot, Connor.
“So it characterizes a river?” You asked over the small white mug full of steaming cocoa he had bought you.
It had been four long days since your encounter and you were finally off work and available to be taken out for coffee. In English, he kept trying to figure out what things you like in your coffee and what books you read etc. He wasn’t used to being interested in someone else’s preferences, but watching you try and explain thing the character’s turmoil in your recent book made him enamored with your brain. Every sentence seemed to flow so elegantly from brain to your voice, it was peaceful to listen to you.
“Yeah but it’s like, oddly poetic? It’s weird.” He shrugged and focused n the dark liquid sloshing around in his mug.
“Tell me more.” You reached for his hand and his head shot up confusedly.
The look in your eyes was full of curiosity and determination, how could he say no?
The rest of the evening the both of you were entranced by each other’s conversations and ideas about anything and everything ranging from favorite authors to how his nails were painted a dark navy blue other than the usual black. Explanation: He lost the black nail polish and didn’t want to ask Zoe, his sister.
Your mugs may have been empty, but your stomachs and brains were full of warmth.
“Hi, welcome to ‘The Authors Attic’ is there anything you’re looking f- Connor!” you chirped from your stool behind the counter, getting up and walking over to him.
“hi.” He said breezily while watching you walk towards him. He took in your uniform, a dark blue lanyard hanging from your neck with a big employee sticker hanging from it. On the part that wrapped around your neck pins were placed haphazardly reading either ‘books!’, or a cute quote. The one that made him give a ghost of a smile, however, was the one right near your heart reading ‘I have a degree in being a bookworm!’
“OH!” You hopped and clapped your hands, “I just found something in the newest shipment I think you might like…” you ran back behind your desk and bent down under the tabletop. Victoriously, you pulled out a small paperback book. An Ember in the Ashes printed in big gold letters.
“Okay, so it isn’t poetry but its one of my favorites and there are some really good one-liners and uh…” You saw his blank expression and retreated back inside your mental shell.
“It was just an idea, you don’t have to read it or anything. Sorry.”
He was confused at your sudden change of demeanor and then realized he was still in the same spot he was when he came in, not even bothering to walk up to the counter with you. He probably looked disinterested.
“No! I was just surprised is all. Oh, and stop apologizing for being adorable.” He mumbled the rest under his breath after ‘apologizing.’
“Sor- I mean, okay. Here.” He was standing at the counter now and you handed the book towards him. Your knuckles brushed again and he felt the tips of his ears grow warm.
“Thank you, really. Not many people care enough to see stuff and think I would like it.”
“Consider me the exception that shows decent human affection then.” You smiled sadly and sighed.
When he got home that night, he never read a book faster in his life.
He didn’t come to school the next day.
He didn’t come to the bookstore the next day either.
You were left alone at both.
You tried not to worry about it, he missed school all the time! Even when he didn’t come to school you would always see him at the bookshop, regardless if he had a cold or smelt like smoke. There was nothing you could do, so you sat and reorganized books; once by color and once by authors name. You ran your finger across the spines of the books in boredom until one caught your eye.
DART By: Alice Oswald
You sat down behind the front desk and read.
A week later and still no Connor. you sighed and stood on the ladder trying to reposition the books when your foot slipped, you yelped and felt something try and catch you but you both ended up on the floor groaning in pain.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry, sir!” You yelped as you leaped up from on top of whoever tried to catch you.
“Not to alarm you, but I think you literally just fell for me.”
You looked up in shock at the tall boy with hi- Connor,
“Connor? You’ve been gone for a week!” You yelped as you stepped closer and hugged the lanky boy.
“Oh you, well, I didn’t think you would notice… I got grounded so I couldn’t really stop by.” He said timidly as he slowly reciprocated your hug, arms gently placed on your lower back.
“Of course I noticed! I was…” you trailed off and shook your head as if it would erase what you had begun to say.
“What?” He pulled away and held you at arms distance, hands on your shoulders as he looked at you concerned.
“I was, um… I was lonely,” you squeaked as you rubbed your arms awkwardly.
He opened his mouth to say something and closed again, furrowing his eyebrows and scowling confusedly.
“Forget it. Oh hey! I read DART!” You tried desperately to change the subject as you skipped towards the counter.
He followed you, still confused as hell, as you dragged him along with you. How were you lonely? You were nice and smart and interesting, you had to have friends! Is it possible you’re somehow like him? Lonely and desperate for any sign of affection that you go to books for comfort? Holy fuck you probably were like him! But you were so…You! And he was so…
“Here,” you slid the book over the counter. “I thought maybe we could discuss it or something… Maybe at the café here!” you said excitedly.
He nodded confused and stared at the fresh copy.
You retreated from him, scared you were being too enthusiastic.
“You don’t have to! I just had a nice time last week and thought maybe we could…” you rambled off as your voice rose to an embarrassed squeak.
“You read it?” He whispered in disbelief as he traced the cover with his finger.
You gulped and nodded so fast he thought your head might fall off.
The hope and admiration in his eyes was beautiful, but his eyes themselves; don’t get yourself started. They were cold, but not without feeling. Sometimes he would notice when you were staring and raise his guard back up, but you always saw the isolation, regardless. His eyes were a cold blue, and his right eye had a streak of brown cutting the ice of his eyes with warmth.
“When are you free?”
“Oh! Uh, in like 10 minutes, actually.” You said as you quirked your head sideways to look at the clock behind him.
“I’ll go order the coffees then.” He did that ghostly smile you had grown so fond of after not seeing it for so long.
“It’s a date!” you giggled after him as he stalked off towards the café.
“It’s a date? I mean, yeah. It’s a date.” He stuttered out as he turned around to look at your fading figure as he kept walking backwards.
Once the coffee was gone and it was getting late he took you by surprise.
“Can I walk you home? Since this is a date and all.” He asked as he gently placed his hand out towards you, trying not to scare you away.
To his relief and to your hearts consistent fluttering; you held it.
“So you said you were lonely earlier, but how? You’re normal.”
You squeezed his hand tightly, mentally deciding if you should actually open up to this boy you’ve known for a few months.
“Well, Mister outcast, I’m not who you peg me to be.” You replied lowly.
“Then who should I think you are?” he scoffed, almost bitter.
“Did you ever notice the girl who reads in the corner of your English class? Or ever stop to look at the people who accidentally bump into you in the halls? I’m like the ghost of that shitty school.” You laughed at yourself and continued.
“I’m the girl who is vaguely recognizable. If I didn’t show up for a week no one would notice! I mean, ask around at school for me and all you would get was a faint recognition of my name.” You sighed and looked over at him.
“I would notice.” He said softly as he rubbed his thumb across the top of yours.
“Why?” was all you could really say. It was all your mind could think of.
Then it was all too fast but the look he gave you after you said that… you couldn’t help yourself. You grabbed his face and gently leaned in, waiting for any sign of permission. He nodded lightly and closed the distance between your faces. It was like a mixture of sorrow and longing and love, it overwhelmed you, but the good kind.
And you were happy and kissing and he was happy and kissing back. Happy wasn’t something Connor was used too, but he knew what it was as soon as you leaned in. You were gentle and kind and you made an effort to know him, something he couldn’t say about his own dad.
You pulled away breathless and smiling from cheek to cheek. He relished in the sight of the pretty girl who loves to read so close to him, having just kissed him and breathless. He smiled back at you; not the ghost smile you would occasionally see but a full, nose crinkled and eyes almost shut smile that he reserved for no one. Well, until you.
Then he did what you would’ve least expected the tall boy in dark clothes with high cheekbones who loves to read to do, he pecked your cheek and whispered really softly;
“I know you fell for me earlier but I think I prefer this way of showing it instead.”
I literally drew this the day that @suggestivescribe uploaded the fic Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You. I just never colored it and it’s been sitting there since then BUT I will probably color it eventually and upload the finished one.
Honestly, I didn’t finish the fic until after I drew the scene with Iwaizumi and Oikawa dancing. I needed to see it lmao
Okay, so someone linked this article to me tonight, and I’m just. So thoroughly disgusted currently. I don’t know who this guy is, the article says “Tituss” from
Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.
Here’s the thing. I keep peafowl. Have for years. At this point, I can read peacock body language better than I read most human body language. And that bird? That bird is very uncomfortable. The harness looks ill fitting, and you can see clearly in the first photo that he is ducking down to try to back out of the harness to escape. In the second photo you can see by the wide set of his legs, the bend of his ankles, and the slightly open wings that he is trying to lie down and is being held up by the harness (which, again, looks ill fitting and uncomfortable). In the third photo, he is again trying to lie down and is only marginally more successful (and still, to me, looks uncomfortable/unhappy by the way he is holding his legs and not actually lying down).
The other thing is that putting a peacock on a leash in a harness is incredibly dangerous and irresponsible. As someone who literally has a pet pea in the house who is probably the tamest pea out there, I can with 100% certainty tell you that I would never, ever put her into a harness or on a leash. I would never endanger her in that manner.
Because peafowl have incredibly powerful legs and wings, and thin, hollow bones. One good flush (the motion of jumping into the air to take flight) while trapped on a leash could result in bruising and even broken bones that would, if nothing else, cost thousands of dollars to repair, if they even can be (repairing bird bones is amazingly difficult and not generally very successful). Peafowl flush with enough power to break their own necks if they flush in an enclosed area- I should know, I lost a girl a few years ago to that very thing during a bad thunder storm, when she spooked right up into the ceiling of her coop.
As if that’s not enough, birds - wild birds, game fowl like peacocks - are 100% capable of stressing out so hard that they go into shock and die. They can literally get so upset it kills them, and being restrained (for example, being walked on a leash in a harness down a city street where there’s a lot of things that ping as DANGER to peafowl) is a definite stressor.
I don’t watch this show. I don’t know this person. I don’t have any more information than what I can very clearly see in these photos about what is going on, but it makes me ill to see. This man clearly has no repertoire with this bird- it wants out and away, and should NOT have been made to do this.
And I want to be clear- I am not against folks owning peafowl as pets. I’m against people putting peafowl through situations in which they are unhappy and uncomfortable.
This lady? This lady is doing it right- peacock perched on her arm, and the bird is clearly relaxed and comfortable riding around with her and sitting near her. I cannot tell if he’s wearing a harness (if he is, it fits well and comfortably and the line attaches under the bird’s breastbone instead of on their back) or if she has leg tethers (seems more likely) like a falconer. Either way, this is a safer, happier bird.
So instead of watching new anime like a normal person ive decided to rewatch Madoka for like the 4th time while at the gym. 10 mile run last night conclusions are as follows:
the music and the backgrounds are like A+ 10/10 especially the intense as fuck orchestral stuff
I never noticed they changed the ED??? for the first few eps it’s something cute and light and then the ep that ends with Mami’s death cuts into that chilling glitching dark ED and holy shit it’s an impact
the episode after Mami’s death is entitled “miracles and magic do exist” and i bet that was such a red herring while it was airing like it sounds like they can bring Mami back to life. Nope.
speaking of that–neither Sayaka nor Madoka considered using their wish to bring Mami back to life. On the one hand I understand they were scared senseless but on the other hand cold.
i didn’t cry at Mami’s death but the scene where Madoka goes alone to Mami’s empty apartment Got Me Good. they cut to the dishes still sitting unwashed in the sink and i knew i was a goner
then the part where Homura’s like “yeah this is what happens to magical girls they die and are forgotten” and Madoka answers “ill never forget Mami” and wow ouch the irony sorry Homura
im laughing a lil at the scene where Madoka goes to talk to Homura after Sayaka made her contract like. Madoka’s there like “im just a little bit worried about Sayaka. im probably overreacting but do you think maybe you could look out for her so my mind can be at ease?” and Homura straight up answers “Give up on her.” like wow ouch. Madoka, “I’m just an eensy bit worried can you help some.” Homura “Lmao no she’s dead already.” Madoka “!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!!!”
the whole confrontation between Kyoko and Sayaka was like super weirdly familiar and I realized it’s p much a direct mirror of the ABoT Teru v. Ritsu fight like. w e l p/
older, more-experienced, violent & abrasive character shows up to put newly-powered, naive, less-experienced, idealistic character in their place (also telling them to give it up and get off their turf.) naive character doesnt know the back down and gets absolutely curb-stomped. me watching the Kyoko vs. Sayaka battle: “ABoT chapters 15&16 are looking good”
also it’s super jarring to swtich from BNHA to Madoka like “Fun competitive tournament for optimistic children aiming to be heroes!!” –> “your naivety will kill you and no one is coming to save you”
So it’s any typical night after i ended work, got a text from my friend (lets call him T) askin for supper. We had a really nice supper and afterwards for some reason he drove me home instead of his place. Once i’m home i suddenly got this urge for a massage since it’s been a loooong day, it’s about 2am at this point. I text him saying i’m dying for a massage. He then texted me “come over then 😉”. Since my family was asleep i just grabbed my wallet and booked an uber to his place haha!
Once i got there he was checking out my new tattoo i got recently (under my shirt 😉) and helped me to apply some cream to it. then he went on to lie me down to massage me whilst sitting on top of me. As i was enjoying his massage for like maybe 3 mins, he couldn’t take it anymore and took off his pants and started rubbing his throbbing hard dick on me. He got up and flipped me over and started fucking me missionary style. He got off and i pulled him onto the bed as i began sucking his cock. God idk why, i just love looking at his face while i’m sucking his dick, he always looks so satisfied and like he found jesus or smth bahaha. anyway, im sucking his dick as he pulled me up and i started riding him. I don’t usually like riding dick bc im super lazy but i love riding him, its so enjoyable, maybe it’s bc i kinda fancy him as well ☺️😳 after riding him for a while he pushed me down and started fucking me doggy style as he pulled my hair and choked me. i love it when he chokes me and makes me feel helpless. i just want him to control me all the time. As he was gonna cum, i turned around and let him cum into my mouth. just love swallowing cum like a dirty slut i am hehe.
after all that fun, we decided to shower together and he fingered me while we were in the shower, he was trying to keep me quiet too bc his walls are pretty thin and his housemate and neighbors could probably hear me haha, i cant help it! he just felt too good :’)
so yeah i hope u all enjoyed that!! i’ve never written anything like this before so hope you guys aren’t too critical about it 😛
also sorry boys but i’m not looking for any other fwb, i’ve alr got 2 and that’s enough for me so stop asking 🤷🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️
anyway ill try posting more things like this if u enjoy it!! 💗 keep the orders coming in 💗💗 now im off to prepare to go to zouk for ladies night heh, dm me if u think u saw me 😛😘
“I can’t believe you let yourself get this sick, Y/N!” Chenle hissed, eyes filled with a mixture of worry and frustration as he covered you with yet another heated blanket.
“It’s not like I got the flu on purpose, Chenle.” You croaked, a relaxed sigh escaping your mouth as the warmth of your blankets grazed against your skin.
“No, but it’s still your fault.” He stated, “Winter is barley over and you always go outside with short sleeves! Plus, you never take any type of vitamins or go to the doctor when you feel ill! I can’t believe you don’t have bronchitis or haven’t had to be hospitalized!”
You looked at Chenle and scoffed, your pale and clammy hands slowly pulling the blanket up your neck and over your chin. “The flu doesn’t work like that, idiot. I probably got it from Mr. Man Cold over there.”
Chenle looked to where you pointed and sighed, the sight of Haechan lying in the recliner on the other side of the room taking over his vision. Haechan was just as sick as you, if not more, and was currently covered with about 10 blankets and had the contents of a now empty tissue box sprawled around him. You would probably feel bad for him if you hadn’t known that he was the reason you were so sick in the first place.
“I thought it was just a man cold!” Haechan defended, his voice breaking off into a coughing fit as he desperately tried to breath in through his clogged nose.
“That’s not a thing!” You coughed back just as violently, your voice hoarse and throat burning.
“ENOUGH.” Chenle yelled, his face filled with frustration as he stood in the area between you and Haechan. “It doesn’t matter who got who sick. What matters is that you get better. And yeah, Haechan, you were in idiot in thinking that you only had a quote on quote ‘man cold’, but-”
“But, Chenle I swear -”
“BUT, it’s okay. Y/N forgives you, right jagi-yah.”
“Don’t be stubborn.”
“Alright, fine! I forgive you, Haechan!” You said, your voice meant to come out in a exasperated yell but only coming out in a desperate whisper.
“Good.” Chenle smiled, his arms quickly unfolding from in front of his chest. “Now that that’s all settled, we need to work on getting you guys better. I’m going to need 2 water bottles, some cough drops, a heck ton of green tea, and some ramyeon.”
Chenle immediately made his way toward the kitchen, his eyes laced with determination and confidence as he started to look for all the items he needed. You couldn’t help but give him a small smile, the sight of your boyfriend being so worried about the health of you and his band mate making your heart flutter.
“Haechan!” Chenle called out suddenly, his full body coming into view as he stood closer to the entry to the living room. “I can’t find the ramyeon. You made it last, do you know what happened to it?”
“I don’t know.” Haechan coughed, his eyes becoming glassy as they began to water. “Why don’t you go to Marks room and ask his hair?”
“Funny!” A voice called out, the small sound of feet making contact with the floor becoming increasingly louder as it made it’s way closer to you. You looked up to see a blurry Mark walking into the kitchen, the fast and sudden movement making your already foggy and disoriented vision even more foggy and even more disoriented.
You let out a small giggle at Haechans remark, your throat and chest throbbing with pain as the small vibration trailed over your body. You whined, your face quickly snuggling deeper into the covers in hopes of gaining some sort of comfort.
“Here, Y/n.” You boyfriend suddenly said from above you, the sweet smell of some type of tea wafting through the air and making it’s way into your nostrils. You looked up at him and smiled in thanks, quickly reaching out and taking the warm cup from his hands. He gave you a small nod and smiled back, slowly leaning down and placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head.
He pulled back and looked toward Haechan, his head cocking to the side as Haechan let out a series of sneezes into the contents of yet another tissue box. Chenle shook his head, a laugh of disbelief escaping his lips as he made his way back into the kitchen.