you know what? fuck it, man. the world is held in the fists of people who like to break things. at this point i’m saying who gives a shit. wear that victorian dress you don’t have an excuse for. dress up like a witch, pointed hat and all. who cares anymore. why worry about it when there’s bigger stuff to worry on. i’m saying. yeah, this lipstick is too dark, wanna share? i’m saying go talk to her, tell her that you like her hair. i’m saying she’s out of my league but i’m still swinging, i’m saying yeah i’m in a ballgown and it’s a pta meeting. what about it. eat the extra brownie, tell her your feelings. i’m saying if nothing matters than we might as well give nothing meaning.
#i’m saying if existence is a void at least i’m going down screaming.
it’s been 9 years since i wrote this. i was experiencing 24/7 anxiety so badly that i needed serious medication. these days in the back of my car is an “emergency party box.” when people admit they no longer really celebrate their birthday; i tell them to put the sash on and queue up kesha, we’re going bowling or something. these days i can’t spin around without finding something i am enamored with. these days i list 3 things i’m grateful for before i fall asleep. you’re probably one of them, just by virtue of you existing.
at the time i wrote this, i was suffering through a severe panic attack literally every night. i tortured my brother with constant 2 AM calls just to hear someone else breathing, because i couldn’t be alone in the silence.
i rarely wish i was still 23 even though ironically i had more hope back then. what i can tell you is this: i love the same way, but bigger now. i’ve worn the velvet cape to several business meetings. i spent thursday in a crop top without caring what my stomach looked like.
i told her i like her; i often dress as a witch. i still got glass in my foot this morning. i’ve kissed maybe a thousand people since then and met a million more than that; passing like the shadow of a hammerhead in trains and planes and buses.
i saw you, beloved, there, maybe, on platform in south station. you didn’t speak, but you said: i struggle to give the nothing meaning. the nothing fills up everything. it is just loud and yellowed panicked silence. i can’t stop shaking.
on the roof, birds curl together against the chilled spring wind. the sky outside of the craft store was an iridescent pink. the nothing already had meaning; you are giving it meaning by witnessing.
the act of living, beloved: it’s just decoding how to translate it.
Also, “partner” is just a good word? It implies an equal relationship where both of your work together in pursuit of something, whether that be life goals or just having fun together.
conan gray is the most relatable celebrity of all time. he didnt have his first kiss or relationship until he was 24 but wrote two albums and an ep like he was experiencing three divorces. when he did kiss someone they gave him tonsilitis. his one true love is coffee. he almost never shows up to any event unless his best friend is also there. he doesnt do collabs because he doesnt want to talk to people. he learnt one cool fact and went around telling it to everyone he came across. his first language is sarcasm. he has a secret tiktok account that everyone knows about. he played two different songs on stage before they ever came out, one before it was even announced. hes wanted a fortnite skin since forever but is on toca boca. he forgot the bands that he's opened for. conan lee gray ilysm
# han x reader, cheating, piv, unprotected sex, han is very needy and whiny, make sure to read part 1 if u haven't !!
you can't believe it's happening again. at your boyfriend's birthday party. within the walls of his own home.
you swore it'd be the last time that day, that it was just a mistake, that you could just bury the feeling deep inside you because it wasn't even real.
you've tried so hard, so fucking hard to avoid this man. but it's inevitable. of course, he's here, at his best friend's birthday party. of course, he finds you. of course, he checks you out head to toe, his jaw tightening. of course, the second some group of guys drag your boyfriend to play some game with them, he drags you to the bathroom. and of course, you let him.
he settles you down on the countertop, lips chasing yours in a messy kiss, hands going under your dress to press against your panties.
he hisses at the feeling, pushing the cotton aside to immediately push a finger inside, eating up the moan that leaves your mouth.
"h-han, i–" you try to say something, anything at all. but his fingers set a relentless pace. and he's moving so fast now, dragging your panties down your legs, fingers working through his belt, and barely pulling his hard dick out.
"you just– fuck, you just look so good 'm sorry." he groans, kissing down your neck. his hips move closer, and you feel his dick slapping against your thighs.
"n-no, han— we can't, he's right outside. he's gonna– he's gonna look for me." you say, but your mouth drools at the sight.
"just the tip, please— baby, please, need you so bad. you look so fucking good in this dress." he says, pressing his tip to your clit without even waiting for a reply.
"han–"
"shh.." he lightly drags his tip against your hole before pushing in just a bit, groaning at the feeling of your warm cunt around him. raw, exposed.
han's breath hitches when you involuntarily clench around his tip, hands gripping your hips tighter, eyes clenching shut and head dropped to the curve in your neck.
"fuck, im so sorry, baby—" he says, further inching inside till you feel his tip hitting your cervix. you let out an accidental loud moan, clamping a hand on your mouth right away.
despite the overwhelming feeling of him filling you up, your mind still somehow manages to think rationally.
"han, no– you said just–"
he is, however, quick to cut you off with the press of his lips against yours.
"i know, baby, i know — fuck. but this pussy's so tight and, fuck, s' warm— sucking me right in." he mumbles against your lips, his hips finally pushing and pulling, setting a pace where you can feel every vein, every shift inside you. "look— fuck. pussy's taking me so well– fuck, made just for me, yeah? not your stupid, loser boyfriend."
you try to answer, with anything that will help your mind believe this is okay, that this isn't real. that you clearly aren't going against your own morals right now. but you feel him so deep inside you, so warm, so wet. his lips against yours in a messy kiss, his hands that reach every part of your body, his little groans that slip into your mouth.
"han, i'm so–"
"mm i know, fuck, me too– i'm so– so close, fuck." his hips move faster, slamming against you with determination. his fingers move down to press against your clit and the dual simulation makes your toes curl, your eyes roll so far to the back you see stars.
"n-not inside, han– he's gonna know–"
"i'll clean you up, please, baby. need to fill up this cunt s' much— look, it's– it's asking for it, fuck, it's wrapped around me so good. i'm gonna breed you so full–" han groans, stilling his hips as you both cum together and he paints your insides white. his eyes move to catch the sight of a white ring forming around the base of his dick, his cum oozing out of you.
he groans, finally pulling out, immediately dropping to his knees and attaching his mouth to your sensitive mound to clean you up as promised.
"t- too much–" you moan, toes curling at the feeling, hands tightening their hold onto his hair. han simply groans, drinking everything up and licking you dry.
when he gets back up, his lips are glistening with remains, and his eyes are so glossy. before you could stop yourself, you pull him in for a kiss, so much more intimate and so less messy, sharing the taste of what's left on your tongues. when han tries to deepen the kiss, you have to pull off at the sudden knock at the door.
"who's in there?!" you hear a familiar voice yell out. your boyfriend.
you and han look at eachother with wide eyes.
fuck.
(💭) hello long awaited part 2 heh i hope i made up for it being super short last time :>
Hii for the 1.5kStarsForYaya event I was wondering if you could make a fake text morning after poly skz(0t8) x fox hybrid female reader please 🙏 thx if you can if not it’s okay ❤️❤️❤️✨
1.5k Followers Event | morning after
pairing: poly!ot8 x f!reader
genre: suggestive
warnings: reader is a fox hybrid, morning after and sex talks, lots of marking
Accidental Pregnancy | SKZ Fake Texts - Hyung line
Maknae Line
Pairing: Reader x ot8 (hyung line)
Genre: fake texts/reactions, fluff, comfort, and very light angst (chan and hyunjin)
Requested: Yes
Warnings: pregnancy, images of pregnancy tests, talk of drunk sex, swearing
A/N: I'm still sort of on a break, thank you for being patient with me. Maknae line will be posted later. Take care of yourselves <3
hear me out on bf!skz trying to get closer to you by indulging in your hobbies but failing 😭 like jisung tries to crochet but he fails or changbin wanting to bake but makes a cake that tastes like cooking oil
PLAYING-WITH-LOVE-LIKE-FLOWERS!
hiii!!! ahh sorry some of these r so ass i ran out of ideas 💔💔ignore all the times plspls and also ignore the ass book names in bang chans i was gonna use real comparisons but was too lazy to search :( also very sorry if this isn’t what you wanted oops
these can either be read as bf!skz or pre-relationship!skz
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