make it pretty, make it pretty, make it pretty! ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝
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the misadventures of y/n and the blue lock boys!
bllk x fem reader
lowercase intended
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if i cuss you out, imma make it look pretty ˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
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IT WAS Friday night. while most people your age were out having fun or partying, you were stuck in your room, forced to sit at your desk and figure out the world's hardest math equation
"why the fuck doesn't x find itself? confused bitch." a plethora of cuss words you wouldn't dare utter in front of anyone else escaped from your mouth.
frustration enveloped your body as your fingers tapped rapidly against the wooden surface of your desktop.
but as if the universe was attempting to soothe your spirits, an unexpected cloud of rain covered your city. droplets of rain crashed against your window pane in a rhythmic tune. somehow, you became entranced by the pitter-patter of the rain. with closed eyelids, your manicured fingers continued to tap,tap,tap in timing with the rain.
you felt yourself ease into your seat as the sweet symphony of the rain drops engulfed your ears. there wasn't anything sweeter. a ghost of a smile etched your features as you recalled fond memories of playing in the rain with your friends or cuddling under the covers with a good book while it stormed outside.
a sigh escaped your lips. this relaxation made you feel ready to complete the task you were given. however, one glance at the unsolved equation refueled your rage. you and the notebook stared at each other, one absolutely helpless and the other absolutely fed up. you bit your lip and threw the notebook to corner, muttering a promise of completing it tomorrow before you found yourself engulfed in the warmth of your bed sheets.
the enjoyable music condensed with the sound of soothing rain resulted in such a comfortable atmosphere and it wasn't long before you felt the lids of your eyes begin to weigh on you. any feelings of pain, frustration or anger prepared to be left behind as you were dozing off to sleep. this was until a very suspicious amount of notifications jolted you awake. with a sigh, you opened your phone to investigate what was the reason behind all these notifications.
"a groupchat...?"
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