#but that'll make me feel like shit because I won't get a hug

[therapy-talk]

So sad so in need of a hug. Everything feels off and shit and SHIT. I really really need a hug so I hope he sleeps well and lets me come by tomorrow. I hate long distance. I am still angry but I need a hug from him and I need to talk it through. And if I can only come on saturday.. idk. I'll have to leave on monday. Feels like blackmail to say that now. Just. Might be going over my own boundaries if I go for 2 days and that's not good, but I don't think I can wait another week.

This sucks this sucks we can normally keep this healthy I just. I need support, and I'm not getting it, and I'm normally very good at letting him have his own thing but I just. Idk.

#i'm gonna cry again. I'll know tomorrow if I can get on a train and I don't know what I'll do if he says he wants to wait until saturday #i might just tell him I'll stay at home for the weekend and work on my presentation #ask to call or something #but that'll make me feel like shit because I won't get a hug #therapy talks

[hwanchaesong]

ATEEZ being obsessed with your boobs

a/n: this was requested and would be relatively shorter than the mingi one that i did. other members are under the cut, and pls mdni

Hongjoong

Okay, so our hot ass captain would be very busy to even notice his lingering affection over your boobs.

Like there are those times when he's unconsciously looking at it.

You're wearing a t-shirt? He'll look at it.

Hoodies? Will still look at it.

It's just so subtle and well hidden that it'll be difficult to realize it himself.

Until one day, when you visited him, wearing a dress with a low v neck line.

You just wanted to give him some food that you cooked, eat lunch with him in his studio as an impromptu date.

Then it happens, you bent down a bit and flashes him your cleavage and bra.

Hongjoong's mind went 'Shit. I want to lick that and rip her bra off .'

So he went and did it. Food forgotten because fucking hell, he'd rather eat you more than anything.

His hot mouth sucking and licking your skin, tongue circling around your nub.

And oh, let's mention how attentive he is. If your right boob is being messed around with using his mouth, then the other one is being played with his hands.

Yes, the size of his hands are puny but he's skillful with it. He fondles your breasts with so much expertise, his fingers tweaking your nipples just right.

His favorite thing though is burying his face on your chest while he fucks you. He just couldn't get enough of its softness.

IT'S SO FLUFFY HE'S GONNA DIE!!

He's the definition of respectful on the outside, freaky on the inside.

He will never do anything risky out in the public, but behind closed doors, expect some adventure and journey.

He loves your body so much that he'll make a song out of it so get ready to get your mind blown when he calls you in his studio.

"I want you to hear this song, it's inspired by you."

Then the lyrics goes, 'You make me so crazy yeah, squish 'em more, give me more, I'll take all of it.'

You already know what comes next, it's time for some great great sex and boob loving.

Seonghwa

Ah, our gentle and respectful oppa who knows not to do anything that might make you uncomfortable.

Unlike Hongjoong, he already is aware of is infatuation over your boobs.

He already noticed the way his eyes naturally trail down on your chest area, or how his hands are always itching to touch it.

HE. JUST. KNOWS.

But because of his motherly and caring nature, he chose not to act on his desires. Wanting to give you space and not push the responsibility of satiating his libido.

Oh, but not good for him because you have also already discerned his not so lowkey fixation over your bosoms.

The unholy amount you caught him licking his lips while looking at your cans is a dead giveaway. So, you did what you can.

Tease the heck out of him.

Some minute actions from you that he might or might not catch on, but will still definitely affect him.

Such as wearing tight clothes that'll squish your boobs together, or wearing loose clothes that will show your cleavage if you bent down just enough for him to see.

You also do this thing where you hug him, but you make sure to plaster your jugs against him, because you want him to feel.

Give him a taste of what he's missing out on if he doesn't do anything about his fantasies.

The thing that snapped him was when you wore a bikini and showcased it in front of him.

His eyes visibly darkened as he approached you dangerously. He ran his hand over your hair, down to your neck until it stopped in the middle of your chest.

And he groped your boob, massaging it roughly while his other hand slowly removed the straps of your bikini.

His hot mouth wandering over your shoulders, and his mouth, his TONGUE. We all know how good he is with that, and he'll make sure that at the end of it all, your bosoms would be covered with his spit.

"You are now entering a danger zone, baby girl. I hope you're ready."

He can be an idiot sometimes, but he's so sure that you're seducing him on purpose. And now, he won't hold back from doing all the things he had always wanted to do with you.

Yunho

Another tall man that can gaze right into your shirt if he wants to. And he sure does it like it's free real estate.

Before I forget, this man LOVES it if you wear clothes on dates that will turn him on. It doesn't have to be too revealing, but he does appreciate a bit of skin.

Okay, back on track, he turns it into a game.

Like he will guess what color your bra is for today and he will take a sneak peek from above if he's right or wrong.

Now, the situation will depend if he guessed it correctly or not.

In your sexual relationship with this puppy, it's either he's fucking you into oblivion or making sweet love with you. And what decides it is the game that I have mentioned before.

Okay so, if he guessed it right the option of fucking you til you drop will win.

In which he'll let you top him, but no, you're not in control.

Bounce all you want, meet his hips, he'll enjoy the show but if he gets bored. He will thrust up like an animal.

If he got it wrong though, you'll be writhing under him as he pleases you to no end.

Either way, he'll still get what he wants.

If you're on top of him, he can watch your boobs go up and down. He can touch and fondle it as well. And if he wanted your nubs in his mouth, he'll just order you to lean down.

The softness of your bosom and your nipples dangling over his face is the main reason why he cums faster when he's under you.

On the other hand, if he's making love to you, he'll gladly do all the work.

Kissing your neck down to your breast, gently caressing your breasts before his tongue twiddles and all over your skin.

Overall, him obsessing over your boobs is something that will bring you into heaven no matter what happens.

Yeosang

Shy boi but ain't really lmao.

This man enjoys watching your boobs jiggle regardless of what you're doing or what you're wearing.

If he's going to be honest though, his favorite look on you is whenever you wear his tank tops. It shows the right amount of skin and cleavage and fuck, he just wants to eat you up right then and there.

So he did just that, shy boy no more.

His warm breath surrounds your chest as his mouth hovers above them, effectively stimulating your nerves.

He didn't even give you a warning when he suddenly started licking around your areola, tracing little circles, flicking your nipples with the tip of his tongue, then flatting it down to cover more area.

He draws your nipple into his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop, he adds more sensation into it through nibbling.

And now he thinks that he'll do it again because of how good your boobs feel in his mouth and hand, and just everywhere.

He also does this thing where he video calls you after dates. If he has to be real, he will openly admit that he wanted to see your breasts. He just can't do shit because the two of you are out on public.

Thus, he calls you while you're in the bath, wanting to jack off at the sight of you.

He'll ask for you to strip in front of the camera, and it's weird how he enjoys watching your bust get free from bra.

He'll also ask you to just take a bath, loving the way the soap lathers on your skin, or how the water runs over your body.

"Why do you have to be so hot and sexy, damn, I can't control myself."

He'll say that loudly and it will resonate through your phone's speakers.

He's a sweet guy tho, he'll get mad when you wear clothes that are too tight. He doesn't look like it, but he's possessive as fuck.

"I don't want others to look at them, they are my precious!"

San

This man CAN and WILL make you cum even if he's just playing around with your tits.

He can go for hours just to prove a point, and that is his power over your body and of course, how much he loves you as well.

This guy right here made a mistake of making you wear a sports bra when he invited you to go to the gym.

He was distracted the whole day, watching your cleavage show whenever you bent down. Your boobs jiggling every time you jump.

Those moments have him wondering, 'Maybe I really am a boob guy.'

And so the journey began. That night was crazy, he really did EVERYTHING just to satisfy his neverending desire over your bosom.

He showcased his techniques and even used his hidden toys on you.

San uses this lavender scented oil on you, like a massage. He will spread it all over your chest then boom, his whole hand clamps down on your jugs.

He's harsh, a devilish smirk on his lips as he watches your boobs get squished on his hands.

Your nipples are in between the spaces of his fingers and he'll do this miniature of an action to pinch them in that position.

And he LOVES TO BITE.

When you wake up in the morning, there would be bruises and bite marks everywhere. Your nipples would also feel a bit sore due to the amount of delicious abusing it got.

If him lightly nibbling to full on eating your mammary glands is not pleasurable, then something about you is wrong.

Outside, in public, he will look like a loving and protective boyfriend. Backhugging you or putting an arm around your shoulders.

But really, whenever he backhugs you, he just wants to feel your boobs on his arm. Or the arm around you is just an excuse for his hands to slightly touch your clothed cans from time to time.

Mingi

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Wooyoung

Huge tease. He lives for your whining and whimpering for more.

You expected this though, you did wear those skimpy outfits that will surely accentuate your curves and boobs.

You already know that you're in for a long night whenever his eyes wander down to that favorite part of his.

Yes, Wooyoung is very vocal about it. He tells you everyday to take care of his 'darlings.' In which he's pertaining to your boobies.

He's not even shy to tell you things like, "Remove that shirt and bra in front of me. Come on babe, gimme a show to enjoy."

His obsession shows whenever you're cuddling, literally watching a movie and having an indoor date night.

Everything is innocent and nice until his naughty hands suddenly place themselves on your chest.

"Wooyoung!" you'll protest for a bit, and that will soon die down when his hand slips inside your shirt. Gliding it up as his fingers skim on your stomach.

Man is great at using his hands and fingers lol.

He moves them around your breast, enough to send shivers down your spine but not exactly touching the most sensitive parts. His fingers would inch closer in your areola, and when your nipples are fully erect, his fingers would lightly play with it.

He rubs them slowly, increasing in pressure and speed every minute.

And he stops just when you're getting to the exciting part. You'll get mad and he'll shrug you off.

"I thought you wanted me to stop?"

He wants you to beg, be a good girl and tell him what you want, and he'll gladly give it to you.

Jongho

We should really appreciate how large this man's hands are. Like damn, I would slap anyone silly if they say that he won't be good at nipple play because HE IS.

His fixation on your boobs is something that you had noticed when you had sex with him for the first time. He literally spent a lot of minutes on your tits.

And he just had to touch them EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

He's fucking you missionary? Dog style? Cowboy? Oh whatever position you have, his hands are always on top of 'em goodies.

Okay so moving on, foreplays are mostly focused on your chest area.

Starting with his fingers that are tracing small circles over your skin, getting closer and closer to your erect nub. And when he gets to it, no lmao, he won't touch it yet but will give you a soft squeeze.

The one thing that will make your back arch and ask him to give you more is in between his squeezing and massaging, his fingers would trace your areola, building your anticipation up.

When he thinks that you had enough teasing, he goes and gives your nipples some feathery touches. Until he decides to pinch it abruptly, creating a jolting sensation.

He doesn't stick to that, he'll tweak and twist them just right. He plays around with the pressure to rile you up more. One moment it's gentle, then next it's rough. He ranges it from fast to slow like a turtle.

His hands and fingers are enough to send you over the edge, it is possible with how he treats your boobs like a queen. He matches it with praises too.

"You're doing great princess. Yes, that's right. Moan more for me."

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[tetitous]

I wrote a lot, and not everything at the same time, but like brain got too full of Wakfu so yeah, thoughts time. I tried organizing it chonologically.

I wonder if Ruel will end up going back to Arpagone eventually, to me it seems like he decided he was done with her for good. That seems crazy but at the same time I'm pretty sure she did the most toxic thing you can do to an Enutrof. I mean, they haven't been together for a long time, I kind of wish they did talk to each other, set the records straight and left it there, but I'm okay with what happened too. Also good for Arapgone on finding something that makes her feel worthwhile by helping others.

Ruel really said the real treasure was the son we got along the way in the end, and he was so right for that.

Yugo getting the shit kicked out of him because Iops seem to have face blindness is some real comedy, the lightness in the whole scene really helped me feel that Yugo was still very much him. And given how heavy anything about the antagonists is that felt warranted, that made me feel very good. He's very chill though. Retrospectively I think it confirms what a lot of people like me may have been thinking, that Yugo was generally very tense due to body dysmorphia on top of everything else. Good for him.

I'm going to be real, Pin calling for Flopin got me so hard. I said "oh no" out loud.

Eva went full big sister mode upon seeing Yugo ;-;. I always loved their bond, it's at the center of one of, if not the best solo episode of the whole show, s2 ep 16, so the fact that it never weakens has me in a chokehold. I see the little gestures and I think "oh, they're family", with them it's all in the little gestures.

Yugo recieveing a big iop group hug and going :> was so cute. Kind of surprised Goultard also was part of it but Yugo deserves all the hugs so I absolutely am taking it.

Yugo telling Eliatrope to do something or fuck off and being the only one to manage to get her to do something has to be one of the biggest nat 20 on persuasion of all time. She's coming back to deliver the kids once things are safe though, right? And without the eye thingies right? Right?

No more Brakmar? Damn, that feels weird.

King Osamodas can take my fists, the way he just refuses to listen to Amalia and is barely willing to do the same to Armand given the nature of the invasion is really irritating.

The joy of Ad upon seeing Yugo still alive ;v;

Little interesting parallel of Yugo and Eliatrope both using the same force field technique. Not sure if it means anything, but I know it felt relevant to me.

Amalia going "are we about to kiss rn" and Yugo going "nah babe there's a war that'll leave a bad taste. Promise I'm hyping up my game for later though" was perfect. I got scared that they would kiss at that moment because it didn't feel right, but at the same time you cannot tell me they wouldn't want to soo damn bad.

Ad and Armand's eyes turning purple upon using the Eliasphere, huh...

Oh so Dathura is still there and places herself as a last defense for the Tree of Life, interesting but like, she just disappeared in the meantime? Well it's not her story I guess we didn't need to know, but still.

Joris asking Yugo if he knows what he's doing. Joris, he knows about as much as usual, he's just doing his best but thanks for making sure.

The way Eva and Tristepin react to their family being put in danger is interesting to me. Pinpin will jump to their rescue, but he's the one moving, that makes sense to him. Eva is, and has always been, the type to stay in place at the face of danger, whether out of fear or stubborness, so she asks for Pinpin to be the one to move away from the danger, but she won't move. Their dynamic is precious.

I'm curious about Pinpin's hair... burning? What's going on there?

Armand's sacrifice was powerful, he wasn’t a great prince, but he was an amazing King.

Joris! Joris! Joris! Joris! Imma hype that little man. Him and Yugo making the Team Blue Shorties (well, not so much anymore) was great. Team Demigods was also pretty damn cool.

Aurora is building a very bad rep for the Osamodas Kingdom by flying away, but I undertand the pain she must have felt at the moment. Her father still was treating their countries' alliance as something purely strategic, but she loved him. To her that meant something, and Amalia's simple movement of rejection while under intense distress and grief was enough for her to decide to listen to her father and not to fight by everyone's side.

Actually Eva IS very much the one to get people to move. She gets Amalia back up too.

Yugo turning Oropo's words against Toross is interesting. Wonder if it has any weird implications for the future. Maybe not though, maybe Yugo has been warned enough, he's not the type to enjoy the feeling that comes with being extremely powerful too much after all. The Eliacube freaked him out, the 6 Dofus made him scared the whole time and the consequences sucked, and the Eliasphere can litteraly cause his death. I think if anyone can hold that much power, that would be him (or Joris, Joris looks like he can be trusted with pretty much anything)

Big nope on Toross for trying to make Nora his bride. Nopenopenopenopenope go away. I'm surprised Yugo managed to keep a straight face, because I think I would have just gone for the throat.

Also imagine being a walking talking pan flag and people still assume you're straight.

There are definetly implications that Toross is the one being responsible for the disappearance of the gods. If he can tell the difference between the strengh of a god and that of a demi-god, that means he fought both, and won.

Nora going from forcing herself to be distrustful of Yugo to believing him fully did warm my heart. The short time they spent together doesn't mean they aren’t family.

What do you mean Pinpin never told Eva he loved her??? What??? Really?!?!

Efrim's pain and Nora's love are such a beautiful contrast I feel so much for them I'm not sure I have the words for it.

Flopin is developing his hearing, glad that in a way he didn't miss the wedding.

Btw totally unrelated but Yugo carrying Goultard bridal style during the final fight was NOT on my bingo list.

In the end, Toross' pain and loneliness are eternal, and there litteraly no saving him from his own personal hell. In a lot of ways his story is similar to Qilby's, but the one thing that separates them is the choice: Qilby could still choose to stop hurting his own in service of himself, Toross condemned everyone, including himself, and he can do nothing about it anymore.

Are Nora and Efrim stuck wherever they are together for all of eternity or are their Wakfu going back to their Dofus?

Omg. A wedding. My dude it all happened too fast, the worldwide political chaos that's going to ensue, I'm here for it.

I feel like they did originally want to show us the transition from the Era of Wakfu to Waven but they ended up focusing more on the characters, and that's a very good thing, that allows for Yugo to have a truly, undeniable win thanks not just to being overpowered, due to the main antagonist somehow being worse, but also thanks to the power of friendship and plus if affinity.

Overall those last 3 episodes I was hyped the whole way, and it's crazy because I don't think I felt a feeling that strong so regularly for an entire hour. I write that part about an hour after having watched everything and I still haven't come down, but now I'm having a bit of a feeling like I'm about to cry in the back. That means season 4 of Wakfu was even more amazing than everything I hoped for, because when I'm hoped for something there typically always is that empty feeling. Not here. I'm very, very happy.

The ending really feels like there's more, so I'm happy to know that there will be a manga.

#wakfu #wakfu season 4 #wakfu s4

[themultifandomgal]

Sister Shelby- War

Trigger Warning- talk about poor mental health, PTSD, depression and anxiety

This one was a request over on wattpad 😊

The war changed everyone. I volunteered to be a nurse while my brothers were soldiers. I had no idea where they were stationed at the time. Although I wasn't in the frontline that didn't matter because we were bombed. I remember seeing many soldiers and nurses loose their lives that day, I was one of the lucky ones, if you could call me that.

When we returned home my kind caring brothers who used to hug me became stern and hard faced. Arthur drinks all the time, Tommy uses drugs, John uses girls, me? well I'm more of  a suffer in silence type. I barley sleep anymore because every time I try to sleep I can hear the bombs, see the blood, the bodies of my friends lying on the floor.

Last night was no different, I lay in bed tossing and turning, every time I closed my eyes I was back there, so I gave up in the end. I'm now sat in our private room at the Garrison cradling a drink in my hand

"Bloody hell YN you look rough" Isaiah says walking through the door and noticing how tired I probably look

"Thanks Isaiah right back at you" i grumpily say then realise that it was probably a little rude "sorry, just tired. Haven't been sleeping very well"

"Getting a little to much action 'ave ya" Isaiah comments laughing earning an eye roll from me

"Obviously not, you think my brothers would let anyone in the house?"

"She's right" Arthur sips his drink.

As the night goes on I begin to get more tired and anxious about being out so late. Arthur and John have also become very rowdy and began banging on the tables making me flinch

"You know what I think I'm just gonna head home" I shakily take in a breath knowing that even if I go home to sleep, I won't sleep. I hear my older brother grunt in response

"Get a drink down ya, that'll help"

"Drinking doesn't solve all of your problems Arthur" I yell, my tiredness really getting to me

"Woah it was just a suggestion" he holds up his hands in defence. I get up and leave my nearly full drink on the table and walk out of the pub.

I lean on the wall outside taking in deep breaths

"Now what are you doing out here in the cold aye?" I look up to see Tommy frowning at me with a cigarette in his mouth "I noticed you flinching earlier so come on tell me what's going on"

"I don't want to burden you with anything"

"YN I'm your older brother, come on I'll take you home then you can tell me what's been going on.

The walk home from the pub was quiet, Tommy puffing on his cigarette with his hands in his pockets. As always people move out of the way for us, not wanting to piss off a Shelby. Arriving at the house Tommy and I walk through the door and into the kitchen

"Sit down" he orders, I sigh in response putting my head in my hands. Again it's silent until a hot cup of tea is placed in front of me and Tommy sits opposite "come on tell me what's been going on" my eyes start to tear up

"Before we went away, things were so simple Tom. I was able to walk around without worrying about being shot or a bloody bomb going off" Tommys face changes for a brief second, also probably thinking the same as me "at night I hear them" I say in almost a whisper "the bombs. I remember seeing men come in with no limbs, sometimes I'd assist taking their limbs. One soldier was screaming telling me that his legs were on fire and begging me to amputate... they had already been blown off Tom. For 4 years I dealt with the shit of war and now we're home I'm reliving every moment. When I hear something loud my heart races and it's like I'm back there helping the soldiers and moving them to the huts. I can't sleep at night and it's only making things worse... I just want to feel normal again Tom I hate it" I now let the tears flow and for the first time in about 5 years Tommy pulls me into a hug making me cry even more

"Shhh, shhh I know I know. The wars fucked all of us up in one way or another. I didn't think how this could have effected the nurses and doctors that saved us and treated us. I'm going to help you through this, it won't be easy but I'm here for you so are your other brothers, Ada and poll. You'll be ok YN. You need a good sleep"

"I can't Tommy I can't sleep" I cry into his chest

"I'll be right by you, you don't have anything to worry about, I'll watch over you I promise"

"Thank you Tom" I sniffle.

That night Tommy kept his promise and I actually manage to sleep through the night. Tommy talked to my other brothers and aunt Polly and we have all agreed to help one of another. Hopefully things will now start to look up with the help of my brothers by my side.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders sister #shelby sister #sister shelby #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #michael gray

[neverchecking]

(omg do it ~ but only if you have time)

The whole family just being overjoyed by the news is so wholesome to me. (Ignoring the fact that when it finally sinks in Sage will be taking the term 'Baby Proofing' to a whole new extreme. The lynel population will never recover.) Tia and Aaliyah are already plotting out the nursery, what kind of clothes they should get, babysitting rotations. The whole shebang.

Champ was vibrating the whole way to Zora's domain where he promptly announces to Sidon and Yona he's an uncle. And has to be sat down long enough for them to know which side of the family the baby is coming from. And what kind of gift they should get the new parents. (Sidon, somehow, swindles a hug out of the expecting parents. Neither is sure HOW but they blame the baby fever. Yona is the one who wrangles her boys into getting nice practical gifts.)

But the Three using children to distract the trio from them properly asking Tia's permission to court her? Genius. They deserve it after surviving by the skin of their teeth. I feel Twilight and First ask her in private while they're distracted and they only realise they've been swindled when Tia comes back with flowers, beaming and blushing.

Warriors, on the other hand, deserves to give Champ some shit after he was nearly neutered. So he asks in public. WIth flowers. And poetry. On one knee. (Tia is well aware of the plan, but didn't know the details.) Champ is F U M I N G. But he can't say shit because the little girl in his arms is busy cooing. And neither can Aaliyah and Sage because they're distracted by how happy the kids are that Queen Tia is getting courted! Yay! Queen Tia deserves all the flowers!

(Tia holds her shit together just long enough for her and Warrrios to find some privacy before blushing furiously. Warriors gets the flowers in his face after he coos at her to try and distract him from how red she's turning.)

Wild and Cal are too busy staring at Aaliyah and daydreaming about the day they might be starting a family with Aaliyah to be of any real help with distracting the kids so she can bite this damn knight. Every time there's a baby in Aaliyah's vicinity, they're immediately watching her and they are dead every time. Especially the times they suddenly get handed a baby and thus are subject to the full force of Aaliyah cooing.

(Aaliyah has the sneaking suspicion that Tia explictly told the three about their weakness. She can't prove it, but she knows it was Tia who told them.)

(It wasn't. It was Revali who wanted to stir up some shit with Champ and wanted Tia to stop mooning over the three during their Champion Catch-Up nights.)

I feel like, despite going full asshole on each other, Aaliyah and First have a weird respect? for each other. Like they will do incredibly petty things to each other (tell First the wrong location of the meeting, swap all of Aaliyah's clothes with the Tingle Outfit, etc) but they won't do anything that'll 1) actively hurt the other and 2) will result in seriously upsetting Tia. They'll bitch each other out but he respects Aaliyah's place in Tia's life and Aaliyah respects that Tia wants First.

Fox!Tia is available for cuddles any time someone wants one. And she was visibly restraining herself when she got introduced to Wolfie and had to explain she knew that Wolfie was Twilight but please can she pat him? He looks so fluffy and she desperately wants to pat him. (That's probably the point where Twilight starts falling for her.)

She's very flustered by any of the flirting at first which gets her guard dogs' hackles up, but the minute she gains enough confidence to flirt back, the trio knows it's over. They can't do shit. And the three make it their life mission to get her to flirt back ASAP so they can keep flirting with her.

(The idea of the Trio staging an intervention is hysterical to me while Tia starts coming up with increasingly absurd alibis after having a date with one of her suitors. "Tea with Satori. Making a truce with the Bokoblins. Riding a gleeok. Having a candlelight dinner with Ganon.")

(Added to my ever growing list of things I need to write the second I beat my Writer's block into the ground.)

THEY ARE ALL A BIG FOUND FAMILY I DON'T MAKE THE RULES bfifbf Them and the Sages and fofbfhn I LOVE THEM. (Sage is a beast when it comes to protecting Hyrule in prep for his baby. His kid would never know danger. The Lynels tell their own kids about the horrors-- the ones that survive that is.) Tia and Aaliyah have it all planned out by the end of her second trimester. They are prepare for everything.

(Until the kid inevitably comes and its all thrown out the window)

Champ is shaking by the time he gets to the Zora's domain. And them just holding him down to explain which side of the family it is fnofb Because if it's Tia there's a whole lot of explaining that needs to happen. Sidon has special privileges LMAOO (they don't talk about it, but they for sure let a lot more people get cuddly. Teba and his wife get to hug them, Tulin always gets to hug them so there's no difference, Riju and Urbosa is hugging em, even Daruk and Yunobo are hugging them -- even if Sage is stopping him in his tracks and reminding them that Aaliyah is so much smaller than a goron and her passenger is much more fragile and they need to account for such.)

They are constantly on survival mood lmaooo- The moment of >:O When they see Tia with flowers is SO FUNNY TO ME. Like They're holding little Johnny and nearly drop him with the whiplash they give themselves fnofnf

Warriors and Champ is another TOP TIER rivalry. Like he makes direct eye contact with Champ before going on the move, knowing DAMN WELL that the other is freaking seething. The kids don't notice, too busy playing in his hair, Aaliyah and Sage are prolly cooing over a fresh baby, and they're little scrunch too busy to notice until it's far too late.

(THEY ARE SO CUTE FIFBF Wars being a huge flirt and cooing at her only to get the flowers back in his face so he doesn't see her grin <33)

Wild and Cal too distracted IS SO BASED FIFBF And them taking the kids so she can just surprise attack first? FBKIFBNF LOVE IT

Wild for sure takes pictures and Cal has to reset his entire damn being. And goddess forbid they're holding the babies then have Aaliyah on their shoulder talking about how their eyes look just like Cal's!

( Aaliyah is like 98.4839% certain it was her but just can't confirm it)

(Revali being the mastermind behind it all is SO FUNNY. Champion catch-up nights were not in fact remedied because not it's all just talk about babies and what the three did to woo Tia)

There is that weird respect between them. Like they're loosening the tops on salt shakers and things but the minute someone is talking shit about the other, they're also defending each other to the DEATH.

NFOFF FOX TIA FOX TIA.

(That being the falling point is SO CUTE FHIFBF)

The trio just have to accept their defeat as is. and the other three are RUBBING THEIR NOSES IN THEIR DEFEAT. FOFF THE INTERVENTION IS SO FUNNY TO ME because it's the wildest things. Especially the candlelight dinner with Ganon one ofhnf

SORRY THE END IS SO RUSHED WORK TINGS YA KNOW?

#cinder rambles #switch au #with aaliyah and tia :)

[jaggededges123]

"Sure sex is great but have you ever read a fanfic by an incredible author and then realized they have 30+ other fics in the tag?"

Heavy on that, about you.

First time I read one of your fics I was so sad because the experience was over. Your writing has that quality that I was so sure would never be replicated again because it's that amazing. I say this because usually when I read a fic written so beautifully, the writer is like Bigfoot or something. Hasn't been spotted since 1900s and the writing is so pristine, the fic about to become classic literature. I was genuinely so sad that the experience was over but then when I clicked your profile I saw 200 !?!?!!!!???? HOLY SHIT??

Not only that but the experience never truly ended. It was just another branch on a tree, not the end of the road. If your fics fell from trees instead of apples, Isaac Newton would've invented something beautiful instead of calculus.

Your writing is so wonderful and I wish I could give you a hug for everything that you've written. However many people tell you how insane and amazing you are, it's not enough.

I apologize for the liberal use of improper language. I had no other way to explain it.

anon i gotta tell you when i first saw this i made a very long, drawn out "weh??" sound, i'm so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. thank you so much for all the kind words!! the feeling i have rn is truly indescribable, but it's very, very good! i'm so curious as to which fic you found me through, was it niecest or a niche pairing or something else i am BURNING with curiosity 👀💖.

i'd love to be a cryptid ngl but unfortunately my brain just won't let me stop. i think to myself, "oh i'll just get it out in 1-2 fics and that'll be okay then" and next thing i know i have like 20 with no plans to stop XD. but! at least that means more fic to share with people who enjoy it <333 and more fandom buds to make <333

i'm really, genuinely so pleased that the rest of my fics have held up to that first one as well 🥰. i really do put a piece of my heart into each, no matter how fluffy or filthy they are, so it's so encouraging to hear that the effort i go to is appreciated <3

virtual hug received <333 and thank you for that, too! you're so incredibly kind to me, giving me such high praise! i will take this happiness, roll it up, and stuff it into even more fic XD <3

#seriously though thank you so much <3 #my brain's such a delicate little ecosystem #and i've had to keep almost all my wips on lock for the past couple weeks #so this is really so genuinely encouraging #i can't express it properly but yknow #break glass in case of self loathing

[stars-n-spice]

It's cuffing season so here is a list of why Wrecker is literally the perfect partner

for a 4'11, Korean Mexican, probably neurodivergent introverted individual

His height. He can reach all the things I cannot even if he would probably tease me about it. I won't have to climb on the counters to get stuff from the cabinets or make a fool out of myself in grocery aisles when something I need is on the top shelf. I could ask him to carry me on his shoulders to experience being tall for once (only to probably get scared because that's too high up). I just think it'll be beneficial. Not to mention on my knees I am the perfect height to [gets shot].

His size. The sheer build of this man compared to mine is fucking crazy and I think about it a little too much. But without getting NSFW,, he's like a portable heater and a weighted blanket wrapped in one big teddy bear. I'd sleep so well engulfed in his arms (though it might stress him out every morning, waking up and thinking "Oh shit, I hope I didn't crush them-") because it probably feels very warm and very safe. I stupidly made fun of my mom for being cold all the time one day and karma got my fucking ass so now I'm cold all the time, but Wrecker practically radiates heat. Also we both definitely have size kinks so it works in out favor ahahaha.

His Emotional Intelligence. Wrecker's incredibly intelligent and especially with his emotions and other people's emotions. Meanwhile my emotional intelligence is,,, uh, not that good. So not only could he probably help me work on it but because he has such a high emotional intelligence I just think he'd be able to understand me in ways others can't/don't. I say that because I'm very touch adverse and Wrecker is a very physically affectionate guy, but I think he'd catch on quickly that I'm not always comfortable with hugs and shit without me telling him (because I can't bring myself to tell people "Hey, I actually don't like that.") and would be able to adjust so that I'm comfortable. Also I just think he'd be able to tell when something is bothering me and instead of confronting me about it (which will freak me out and make things worse) he'd just try to distract me from it or get me to lighten up with some jokes or something. Also, he's a demolitions expert so I can imagine that he's incredibly cautious and patient and that's exactly what I need because fuck, it'll take some time for all the walls to come down.

Similar Interests. I'd like to think that we'd have somewhat similar interests. I could see him enjoying action and animation films/TV shows. You wanna have a Kung Fu Panda marathon? Say no more. We are quoting things and making references left and right. Wanna get into our matching Sonic pajamas and watch Sonic Prime? Definitely. Yes. Done deal. We're info dumping about fixations to each other, I'm watching him play Minecraft because if I play it, I get nauseous, he's listening as I give him a PowerPoint presentation about the MCU. We're going to interactive science museums for stimulation, I'm taking him to the Montery Bay Aquarium and the San Diego Zoo (and the Safari Park) and telling him cool animal facts the entire time while he gets to enjoy seeing all the awesome creatures. He's so down to go camping and hiking, which is great because I do a lot of that. Personality wise we are not the same but I'd like to think that we would enjoy a lot of the same things. Idk,, basically ADHD and Autism solidarity.

He's a morning person. Again, opposites attract because I am most definitely not a morning person by any means. I'm staying up all night writing and watching Markiplier play FNAF while he snores away and in the morning he's up at like fucking 6 am to run or something while I sleep until the afternoon. Bonus points if he feeds my cat in the morning, my cat and I will love him forever if he does. Idk, I just think that'll be nice.

He'll eat well with me. Every day I thank the gods that I am Korean and Mexican because I really fucking won in terms of food. On top of that, I've got access to a WIDE variety of different cuisines because thank god I'm not in the middle of butt fuck nowhere with no access to anything good. Like when my family goes camping we're taking a whole Korean BBQ restaurant with us! We aren't going to eat beans out of a can, you're fucking crazy. Anyways, he'll have all the meat in the word because holy fuck do Koreans eat a lot of meat. I also like to think that he LOVES spicy food too (even if he can't handle it all that well). And wouldn't you know, Koreans and Mexicans fucking LOVE their spice. Man is eating SO WELL and I stand by him needing someone who can give him GOOD food in generous amounts. Like after seeing him so full after eating on Pabu and having that sushi I was like, oh that man is in for a TREAT.

My family would love him. I also grew up in a big family with lots of siblings so I think that we could bond over that. My family is also pretty nice and accepting too, they'd have fun with him.

He'd think I'm cool. This is a completely selfish point but oh well. Sometimes I beat myself up over being so childish and shit but then I'll think about how Wrecker wouldn't give a shit whether or not I have dinosaur themed bed sheets. He'd think that's the coolest thing ever. He'd be in complete awe of my stuffed animal collection and would think I'm the coolest person ever. It just helps sometimes, idk,,

Anyways-

Those are like,, the main points

I probably think about him too much and sometimes I'm absolutely devastated by the fact that he's not real because he's literally perfect for me </3

Don't get me wrong, I'm probably most definitely aroace but,, idk he just seems to be an exception

#i hope you guys don't think i'm crazy #i think about him way too much #i need him #i need him so bad #sigh #anyway #back to daydreaming #tbb #tbb wrecker #wrecker #big guy <3

[e-s-willswriting]

Incorrect Quote Generator Tag

Thank you for the tag @rickie-the-storyteller this was really fun!

I'm going to add quotes from my main characters from The Crypt Archives. Gonna be long because I had way too much fun with this.

Charlotte: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Noah.

Noah: I hate myself.

Charlotte: Alright, square up.

Alden: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!? Piper: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Charlotte: Look, Noah, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

Piper: Who the fuck- Alden: Language! Piper: Whom the fuck- Alden: No.

Charlotte: Breathe, just breathe.

Noah: I’ve done nothing with my life! I’m a failure!

Judas:: Awww, that never bothered you before.

Judas: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Judas: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Charlotte: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Judas: Ominous positivity.

Nymph: I wouldn’t put it in those words exactly. Charlotte: Why not? Nymph: Because I don't know what they mean.

Charlotte: What's this? Nymph, hugging Charlotte: Affection! Charlotte: Disgusting. Charlotte: …Do it again.

Noah: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Alden: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism. Morrigan: And you came to me?

Alden: I can't imagine what Morrigan is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Noah: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind.

Noah: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months.

Noah: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year?

Charlotte: This is Monopoly.

Judas: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

Charlotte: Judas, I need some advice.

Judas: You need advice from ME?

Charlotte: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

Noah: I can't believe you've done this.....

Charlotte: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Noah, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

Noah: Come to think of it… You’ve always been nice to me.

Noah: I mean, you listen to all my problems-

Charlotte: No, Noah I just simply stand here while you talk, there’s a big difference.

Judas: If we lose, you’re out of the will.

Noah: I was in the will?

Noah: I can never give Charlotte shit because I’m jealous of them. They look at their life and say, “Sweet! This is perfect!”

Noah: I look at my life and say, “Welp. Time to get drunk.”

Morrigan, to Alden: If you see Charlotte, give them this message *makes a neutral face*

Morrigan: They'll know what it means.

*later*

Alden: oh, and Morrigan said to give you a message.

Alden: *makes a neutral face*

Charlotte: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

Judas: I'll offer you some friendly advice-

Charlotte: I don't want your advice.

Judas: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.

Alden: Remember what I told you. Piper: Don’t be a cunt.

Noah: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

Judas: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

Tagging a few people but anyone is free to have a go, make sure to tag me, I'd love to see yours!

@gwendolinequinn @legiomiam @srjacksin @lilac-honey @ryns-ramblings

#writer #writing #incorrect quotes #writing blog #writeblr #fiction writing #writing tag game #tag game

[probsacryptid]

I won't lie, I like not having a word/character limit. Missed that shit.

I'm thinking about jirosabu at all times believe me you. All the time. And it's easy to think about Jiro pining and having feelings for Saburo but wanting to be a good big bro and not act on them. And sometimes thinking about Saburo not reciprocating and thinking Jiro is disgusting is deliciously angsty. But like... the opposite. Saburo pining for Jiro and hating himself for it but the truth eventually comes out and Jiro is disgusted with Saburo. Just... absolutely revolted. And now Jiro finally has something to hold over Saburo's head, after years of Saburo being a rude little shit to him.

But then Saburo runs away from home, 'cause he's so ashamed and miserable and Jiro realizes: oh shit. I did that. Saburo's gone because of me. And he realizes that he misses Saburo?? Maybe not romantically or anything but he misses his brother and wants him home but him and Ichiro can't find him anywhere.

It doesn't help that Saburo's smart. He knows to avoid all the obvious places that Ichiro and Jiro would check. He has who knows how much money on hand, because he probably invested in crypto and cashed out before it all plummeted. Kid is rich.

But Jiro really starts to panic and he feels so bad because he's never seen Ichiro so miserable and worried and Jiro just keeps blowing up Saburo's phone begging him to come home, that he'll do anything, he'll kiss Saburo on the lips every day if that'll bring him home.

Saburo shows up on their doorstep hours later. Ichiro is so relieved, he hugs Saburo and kisses his hair and honest to God cries, and Jiro feels much the same way. He missed Saburo. He really did.

All Saburo says to him as he brushes by is "don't forget your promise".

So maybe they wind up in Saburo's room after Ichiro goes to bed and have a very awkward first kiss, followed by a less awkward second kiss, and a third, and a fourth, because Saburo really really likes kissing and there's something about how adamant and excited he is that makes Jiro realize that Saburo really has it bad. He had no idea just how much Saburo liked him, but it's obvious now that it's far beyond a simple crush.

But it's fine. A promise is a promise.

And kissing Saburo becomes the norm. When they wake up in the morning, after school, before bed. On the weekends, when Ichiro is out of the house. Sometimes out on the town, Saburo pulls Jiro into a secluded alleyway and kisses the breath out of him. It's fine, it's normal, Jiro hardly even minds it.

But then Jiro goes to some soccer... sport... retreat idk and doesn't see Saburo for a few days and realizes he misses the kissing. He misses Saburo's body pressed up against his. He misses his brother's body heat. He misses his lips. He misses running his fingers through Saburo's hair.

Well, shit. Maybe he actually likes Saburo back.

He thought about what he would do if Saburo found somebody else--somebody not related to him who he had feelings for. He asked himself if he would be happy, relieved, even, to be done with this arrangement. Any normal brother would be ecstatic, elated even, but Jiro? He found his stomach churning with jealousy.

That was a bad sign. Or a good one?

Either way, he spends the retreat coming to terms with this revelation. He had feelings for Saburo. Honest to God, reciprocated feelings. It was... kind of nice. Weird, but at least now they could... what? Be a normal couple? Maybe they could at least do a bit more than kissing.

It's weird that the very thought makes him excited.

He decides to tell Saburo when he gets home.

Except, Saburo starts avoiding him. Pushes Jiro away when Jiro tries to kiss him. Tells him shit like "not now", "I'm not in the mood", "later". Jiro can't figure out what the deal is. He winds up following Saburo around the house one afternoon, while Ichiro was out.

"Seriously, what's the deal? Did I do something?"

Saburo keeps trying to brush him off, avoiding the topic. Jiro has to resort to grabbing Saburo and physically pushing him against the wall, blocking him in with his arms.

"Cut the bullshit. What's going on with you?"

"Nothing."

"Then why won't you kiss me?"

"Shouldn't you be happy? I'm not forcing you to do that anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because--! Because what's the point? I'm just fooling myself thinking you'll ever like me back. I don't need pity kisses from my brother, I... it's fine. I'll just have to deal with unreciprocated feelings until I die."

Jiro kisses him. Saburo tries to shove him back, "What did I just say?? I don't need pity kisses, just--! Get off of me!"

"I'm trying to tell ya that they're not pity kisses!"

"... What?"

"I'm trying to tell you that I like you back. I realized it while on the retreat. Now would you please let me kiss you?"

"You... but you can't... what?"

Jiro sighs, "Saburo."

"No. What? You can't like me back. You... you were awful. You were disgusted. You only agreed to do this so I would come home, you don't--you don't like me back."

"Saburo."

"What are you gaining from this? You don't like me back. You can't. Things like this don't just... work out. Are you trying to torment me again?"

"Saburo."

Saburo finally stops, staring at Jiro with his eyebrows furrowed. He's studying Jiro's face, as if trying to find any hint of malice, of deception. Ultimately, he finds none.

"You really...?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh. Can I please kiss you now?"

"Just kiss?"

Jiro raises an eyebrow with a mischievous grin, "We can do more than that, if you want."

Saburo flushes red, hiding a smile behind his hand, "Heh. I'd like that."

Jiro snorts, grabbing Saburo's hand, "First things first."

He leans in, kissing Saburo like he never had before, pouring every ounce of love and adoration he could into it. Of course he'd kissed Saburo before, too many times to count, but this time was so different. So much more emotionally charged. So much more heated, as they grabbed at each other with a newfound desperation, lips smacking, teeth clashing, tongues slotted together in a way that should've been disgusting but felt so right.

He hardly realized he picked up Saburo until he felt his brother's heels dig into his back, and he's stumbling upstairs like his ass is on fire, and nearly kicks his bedroom door off its hinges.

He drops Saburo onto his bed and thinks, 'It's a good thing I have condoms.'

#my writing #mini fic #jirosabu #i write these boys as kiss monsters huh

[floralprinceofdoom]

Yesterday was the 18 year anniversary of the last time I saw my dearest friend alive and well.

I was a flighty little thing in those days. I couldn't focus for shit, but I felt put together when we were in the same place. I still couldn't focus, I still couldn't think clearly, but he always helped me get back on track, kept me from getting lost, made me feel like a person, in spite of my brain not working properly.

In turn, I grounded him. I talked him back out of bad places, talked sense into him when people brought him low. When his ex tried to manipulate him. When she collaborated with other mean girls in the school to chase him down in the parking lot because he'd moved on and was happy, and she was mad about it, making him think there was something wrong with him being happy. I encouraged him when he decided to better himself to propose to the girl he loved, and sat on the phone with him long into the night when she broke up with him because he was working on the other side of the state.

I was 19, he was going to turn 19 in a month. We spent the day together, scouring the mall for a birthday gift for his father, getting side tracked by anime, video games, random sparkling nonsense. We picked out a blue and gold tie for his dad. Nice quality silk, bought with money from his first job. A bit expensive, but his dad was amazing, and absolutely worth it. I picked out a silly card from the Hallmark store, and together, sitting in the Chick-fil-a we put together the present package, sharing an order of waffle fries, talking about plans for the future (I wanted to go to art school, he was going to work for his brother in law until he could afford to live on his own and had experience to work at a mechanics shop in town and start his life where our roots lay)

Our friends came and got us from the mall and we spent the evening with drinks and snacks in the park, grilling hot dogs and throwing m&ms and chips around, laughing our asses off when he used his nose as a rocket to launch a peanut m&m at our friend who'd been reading and ignoring the nonsense the rest of us were getting up to (she threw it back and pinged him in the forehead, and it was great)

When the night came to an end and everyone had to go home, we piled into our friend's car, and I sat in the middle of the back bench, sandwiched between the two people I loved most in the world at the time--Him, and our mutual crush.

I should have been unbearably warm. They both ran hot. But all of a sudden I felt like I was drenched in ice water, and I started crying.

"Don't go. Don't go back."

"It's ok. I'll be back for my birthday next month"

"No you won't. You're going to go back there, and we'll never see you again. You won't be coming back. Don't go" I don't know where it came from, I just knew it was true. I had a white knuckle grip on his hand as we sat in the car outside his house.

"We have to get you home, Al" the friend who'd been driving us said "Your parents will be pissed if we don't."

so we piled out, group hugged, and when everyone else pulled away, I gripped him tighter.

"I'm serious. Please don't go. You'll go and you won't come back. You have to stay. we need you here"

"It'll be ok, Al. Don't worry. I'll come back. You graduate next month, right? Finally?"

"Yeah, on your birthday... Hey. Do. What car do you want for your birthday?"

We always did that. We bought each other a matchbox, or a hotwheels car. It was our little joke. 'What car do you want?' 'I dunno? a green one? you pick' the color was random, but we always did it.

"No car, this year. Get your diploma. That'll be my birthday present this year"

"You got it. When. When you come back, it's yours"

I went home, he went inside. He called the day he left to say he was on his way, I told him to be safe. We called each other every day. He wasn't able to come back for his birthday, but he promised he'd be back.

A month after my graduation, and his birthday, I got a call from him at 11 am. I was exhausted, I told him I'd call him back.

I woke up at 3:44, sick. Violently so. I went downstairs, miserable, exhausted. Mom reminded me I received a call, and I went to call him back, then my mom said 'not until you've done yard work, like you promised'

It was 7:30 when we were finally done. I was resting before I went to return his call... except. I got a call from one of our other friends.

He'd died.

It had to be fake. I couldn't believe that.

I called his sister's house, where he'd been staying while he was working for her husband

"I'm. I'm sorry, Al. He. died. he's dead."

"what? when??"

They'd pronounced him dead at 3:40.

He'd drowned in a river that ran off from the mountains he'd been living in.

His father wore the tie we bought him to the funeral, and a dishtowel embroidered with a duck over his shoulder, sobbing into it.

His father passed back in February.

Facebook was kind enough to tell me his birthday is in two days.

When I met him, when I was 14, I couldn't see myself lasting a year. With his friendship and encouragement, I made it to 19, I graduated... At 19, I couldn't imagine making it to 30 without him. I'm 37. I've made so many friends and had so many experiences because he worked me out of that nasty funk.

But damn. I still miss his goofy ass.....

[yearsofangst]

click - ban

click - ban

a hundred thousand times

the names all blur together but i think the last two rhymed

and i'm

clicking and banning and interrupting the dreaming

but our purpose is to punish and in screaming we find meaning

the harder we work to open their eyes and minds the more we find that nobody's fine, we're all flying signs, asking for a handout of humanity but when we lock eyes they won't even speak to me because nothing is free, not even decency, you gotta pay for everything, even the little things, like a smile or a single interaction, no professions of attraction cuz you gotta get back in the action, no traction just sliding every time you try to grab out and hold tight and every second you're fightin for the right to be polite

and it's spiteful how they're treating you, browbeating you without feeding you and you know you're through, watch as it washes over you it's true that there's a limit but you don't know how long you've been in it cuz it feels like every minute there's a new line you can't pin it down to turn around, just frown and keep your head down and watch the ground before you're found again don't wanna hear those sounds again and again so you continue to pretend that you're something, someone that you know you've never been but it makes them proud, keeps the voices from getting too loud without while within they continue to shout trying to get out and it's about time to let the doubt consume what's left of who you see you as before they ask and try to find your ass again, picking through the past and the last few days become a blur because your focus is farther, got issues with your father but don't bother because you'd rather just move forward and ignore the shit that nobody but you blames you for

but in your core you know it only happened because you were bored and annoyed and broken and fucked up and yeah maybe it doesn't matter if you're the only one up to the task of changing this or that because really you're the only one who gives a rat's ass but it's painful, seeing good people be disdainful and hateful and you know that it ain't going away and you wish that you could stay in a few perfect moments forever but it always crashes back down even though you know it could be better but that's whatever. more like it'll happen never. there's no peace to find whether you're in stormy or fair weather and you know your happiness is directly in conflict with the people that you've gone with, the folks that care for you, true, they ain't there for you but they're the only ones who gave up fighting fair for you-

no that's a lie, a fantasy, never had friends like these, getting lost in my own words because i know what i'd like to see. don't really mind if i pretend that i've always had shitty friends when reality in the end takes a lot more to press send because nobody wants to hear about the loneliness, the onliness, being on your own and knowing there's no phone for this, no number you can call to get better, to feel, no out-of-touch family that could send you a letter with words of encouragement that'll penetrate the emptiness so you mask with friendliness and generally this works until it doesn't, when you're aware you need hugs and you can't find someone who loves unconditionally so you lash the fuck out, swinging and clawing your way down, ineffectually fighting and biting the crowd because even when they try to help out they don't know how and the amount of energy that it takes to really care, and to help whatever's wrong with you just isn't there so they stare, they claim to care but when you're there and after you share and you're constantly aware of the feelings of hopelessness that you inspire, the loss that they feel when they just glimpse at your fire that's burning you from within but you can't figure out how to give in

you just feel it and must do something but there's nothing just rust and no trust, nowhere to breathe, and when you try you just ignite whoever's stupid and nearby and you can't fly so you're the worst kind of wyrm, collecting trinkets made of plastic that you're just gonna burn because you can't manage to steal gold because you're fucking infirm and the villagers don't fear you any more than they do germs because you're easily discarded and the action is permanent, the slightest rejection and away you're sent, doesn't matter if you think you're fighting fit or how much you've got pent up when you're deflated you're instantly spent and there i went again with the fantasies, drifting into the panacea that is my own refusal to embrace reality, disappearing cuz i'm lost in the sea of my own failures and fragility, knowing that out there are no answers for me, no solution to see and no one waiting to be somehow able to bring out the better me

and while the glints on the horizon start to splinter and brighten and spread i can't convince myself they're not in my head and instead i go to bed, on some haitus til i'm dead, ignoring the approaching possibility of words i've never said, feelings i'm not sure i know how to feel without fighting and denying that maybe they could be real and i can't process it and i don't know how because it's been a long time that i've been forced to bow my expectations graciously, let others take priority, invite them in til they get bored of me, fed up and angry, when i run out of use, and i make a mistake and start to crave some abuse because it centers me, brings me back to my reality, the order and the craving for company that runs from me, makes fun of me, uses and enjoys me for as long as i remain satisfactory, and if i serve well i take pride in my submission of will and offer willingly whatever's left of me, if anything, for anything that could possibly give value to what it is to be me

#25 #july #2017 #ocr

[inviba]

The Willow Tree - Part 3

Peeta Mellark x EverdeenSister!Fem!OC

Masterlist

warnings: general hunger games stuff, haymitch is drunk, people throw up

When the mayor is done speaking, he motions for Peeta and I to shake hands. A ritual that tributes do every year. And when he turns to me, I can see the second that he realizes who I am, and his cheeks redden a bit. He shakes my hand lightly, and I feel how warm his hands are. Either his are scorching or mine are freezing.

We turn back to the crowd, and the Panem Anthem plays.

I'm just hoping that we don't end up being the last two. Because I don't want to make the decision between killing him or myself.

Right after the anthem ends, they take us into custody. Not in handcuffs or anything, but peacekeepers escort us to the justice building. I know some tributes have tried to escape, but I've never seen it happen for myself.

Once we were inside, we were separated, and I was put into a room. Alone. And it is the most luxurious room I've ever seen. The carpets are thick, and the couches and armchairs are made of velvet. When I sit on it, I touch it lightly, like it might shatter if I push. It's so soft, and I've never felt anything like it. Now, I wonder how this is going to go. I'm going to say goodbye to my family. I can't get upset and cry. That'll only make it more difficult. I need to breathe through it and pretend I'm okay with this.

My mother and my sisters come in first. Primrose runs into me and sits on my lap. My mom sits next to me, and Katniss drops on her knees in front of me, cupping my face. We all engulf each other in a hug for a minute or two. We don't know if this is the last time we'll be able to. Then, we let go.

"Prim can not take any tessarae. Under any circumstances, Katniss."

"I know."

"You have to get food at the Mellark's Bakery every three days, maybe four now that I won't be there. You can't run out."

I think for a second. Only a second.

"Sell most of what you catch. You won't need all of it anyway, and you'll need the money. Just be careful. No one from the Capitol can find out about that deal you have with the butcher."

"Willow, we'll be fine." Katniss tells me.

"I know. I know that." I shake my head.

"Gale will get us any herbs we can't grow."

"Prim, if you have to get any from him, you have to give a good description on it. Gale doesn't know as much about herbs as Katniss and I. Okay?"

Prim nods.

"And that pact you made, some of your game has to go to him. You have to help each other." I sigh.

"Never let Prim hunt with you. It's not really something she'll pick up easily, and it's not safe for her."

"And we can sell her goat's milk and cheese. Just in case." I nod at Katniss.

"Yes. Yes." They look at me.

"I'll be okay. Prim, you need to finish school. I don't care if you think you need to help out more. Just go to school and study. Mom, you need to find extra work while I'm gone. Whether it's nursing or mending clothing or something else."

I signal for Prim to sit with Katniss while I talk to mom.

"You can't leave again."

"Katniss will take care of it, Willow."

"No! You are our mother and you will act like it! They need you. I won't be there to pick up your slack now. Katniss will be too busy to do so. You need to get your shit together."

She doesn't even argue.

"Baby, I know I'm not the best mother. But I do love you. And I loved your father very much. No matter what happens, that will always be true."

She cups my cheeks and kisses my forehead.

"I know. I love you, too. I'm sorry. They just need you now, okay? You can't black out on them. It doesn't matter what you see on the screen. It doesn't matter if they show my bloody, battered body, mom. You have to be there for them. They are your daughters, and they need you. Please."

She shushes me and cradles my head in her chest.

"I promise. I will. You three will always be my babies. My beautiful babies."

I hug her tightly. She kisses my cheek, and We walk back over to my sisters. Katniss holds Prim and I.

"Everything's gonna be fine. Okay, Primmy?"

"Mhm. I know. You're so smart. You'll do it." I kiss her forehead, and we hug each other.

My mother drapes her body over us, and we sit for another minute like that. Warm. Loved.

"Promise you'll come home." Primrose says to me.

"I promise I'll try." I say to her, trying not to break.

The peacekeepers come to the door, and I know it's time for them to go.

I stand up and when Prim hugs me again I almost cry.

"It's gonna be okay. You can not break down, okay? It's okay. It'll be okay." I say to her face.

The peacekeepers escort them out.

"I love you!" Katniss screams and then gets pulled away.

When the door closes, I sob into the air. Gasping for air. I then hear a knock at the door and immediately fix myself up. The next visitor.

And Peeta's Father walks in. It's not really what I expected, but I'm not mad.

Prim gives him extra cheese when she sells. He's a good man. He would never do what Peeta's mother did.

He sits on a chair, not close to me. I realize he must have just said goodbye to his son.

He hands me a package. I open it and find a few cookies.

"Thanks." I say with a smile.

"I had some of your bread and your wife's pecan pie this morning. It was delicious. Your family is talented."

He nods.

We sit in silence until a peacemaker calls for him. He stands up.

"I'll keep an eye on your family. Make sure they're okay while you're gone."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it."

He leaves, and the next person walks in.

She walks right to me and immediately speaks. She's a girl from my school. A rich girl. She knows Katniss and Gale, but me, not so much.

"They let you wear one single thing to remember home when you're in the arena. Wear this."

She hands me a gold pin that was originally on her dress earlier. It's a bird.

"A bird? That's like the last thing I would think to wear."

"Here, I'll put it on your shirt."

She sticks the pin into my shirt and then smooths her hand over it.

"Promise you'll wear it. Promise."

"I promise." I say.

Cookies and a bird pin.

Then, she leaves. And Gale walks in.

"Hi." I say.

"I know you don't like me, Willow. But I know something." He lowers his voice on the last part.

"Um, what is it?"

"I heard a peacekeeper saying that she really pulled your name, but said Katniss. And since you volunteer, now they want Katniss to go instead of you."

"No. No, that's crazy, that can't be."

"The other said they should throw both of you in there." I see honesty in his eyes.

"No, no, no. Three tributes from one district? They'd never do that, Gale."

"I know it's crazy, but I wanted to warn you. I'm gonna tell Katniss when they take me." He says and I breathe for a second.

"You're right. I don't like you. But, my sister does. So I believe you. I need you to take the rest of the game she has, sell it, and bring the money to Prim. Not my mom. Prim. She will know what to do with the money. Keep something for yourself. I know you're struggling."

"Thanks, Willow. I'll make sure your mother doesn't go..." I don't let him finish.

"Thanks." I say, and he's escorted out before the door is closed.

—

Next, I'm escorted to the train station in a car. I'd never been in a car before.

The station was absolutely flooded with reporters. Flashes and yelling.

When I get out of the car, I'm being pushed by the peacekeepers. I see myself on the screen for a second and fix my composure. I can't seem vulnerable. However, Peeta was obviously crying. He isn't trying to cover it up or anything. Maybe that's his strategy. And it's a good one. Johanna Mason from District 7 did the same thing a few years ago. She made it out alive.

We stand for a few minutes outside the train before they finally push us in, and the doors close. The train begins to move.

The speed surprises me because I've never been on a train. I was never allowed. No one is. Traveling between different districts is forbidden unless for certain purposes. Like this. Or for District 12, transporting coal. But this isn't a coal train. It's much more high-tech. It goes about 250 mph, so we'll be to the Capitol in a day.

When I was twelve, I was taught about the Capitol in school. It was originally built somewhere called The Rocky's, I think. District 12 was built in Appalachia for mining coal. That's why the mines go so deep. Since we're in District 12, though we do reading and math, we talk about coal a lot. Except for the lecture on Panem we have weekly.

The train might be even fancier than the room in the justice building. We each get our own chambers with a bedroom, dressing area, and our own private bathroom with running water. Hot and cold. We don't get hot water at home. Not unless we boil it. The dressers are filled with the most high-end of clothing. Effie says that I can "do anything I want, wear anything I want, and everything is at my disposal."

I stare at the clothing in awe.

"Just be ready for supper in an hour." She says to me with a smile.

I nod. I strip myself of clothing and take a nice, hot shower. I have never felt more relaxed. And I've never had a shower before. I put on a lilac purple shirt and tucked it into some grey pants. Which felt kind of weird. I don't do pants. But I might as well try, right?

Then I remember the gold pin. Now I take a close look at it. It's a bird, for sure. And it's attached to a ring by only the tips of its wings. It's a mockingjay. They're like a sign of rebellion to the Capitol. Katniss told me. I also know of jabberjays, which memorize sounds and voices and repeat them. The Capitol used them until rebels figured out how to outsmart them. Then they released them to die in the wild. Instead, they procreated with mockingjays and made a new species. They could no longer mimic words but could still mimic some sounds from humans. And they could recreate songs. Katniss taught me all of that.

And my father.

He loved mockingjays. Used to mirror their sounds when we went out hunting with Katniss.

I grew out of hunting. She didn't.

Katniss.

I miss her. And I miss my father.

I put the pin into my shirt.

Effie brings me out for supper.

At the table sits Peeta Mellark, and the seat next to him is empty.

"He said he was gonna take a nap or something."

"Well, it has been a tiring day."

Our meal comes in courses.

Ccarrot soup, lamb chops, mashed potatoes, cheese and fruit, and chocolate cake.

Effie tells us there's more food and reminds us a few times to save some room for it.

I try to, but I've never had food like this. I've spent nights starving in our home's bedroom from the lack of food we had that day. And now, there's a table full of food right in front of me.

When we have almost finished, Effie thanks us for our manners. Apparently, last year's tributes ate everything with their hands, and they ate messily.

I remember those kids. They never, not once, not a day in their life, had enough to eat. Not for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Most of us in District 12 haven't.

I dislike her comment so much that I put my fork down and eat the rest of my cake with my hands. Peeta laughs quietly before doing the same. Then, I messily wiped my hands on the tablecloth.

After that amazing meal, I urged my body not to make me throw it all back up. I can tell Peeta is, too.

Then we're brought to a different room to watch a recap of the reapings.

We watch as names get called.

Volunteers step forward.

Most of the time, they don't.

We watch their faces close. These kids will be trying to kill us.

Only a few stand out to me.

A boy who immediately volunteers in District 2.

A girl with red hair like mine, except more prominent, from District 5.

A boy with an injured foot in District 10.

The worst one, the one that stood out the most.

A twelve year old girl from District 11.

Besides her dark skin and curly hair, she's much like Prim.

But when she goes to the stage and Effie asks for volunteers? No one makes a sound. No one screams out that they'll do it. No mother. No sister. No friends.

A tear runs down my cheek.

Then they show District 12. And I watch the scene unfold all over again. Katniss's name is being called, me running after her. Katniss being restrained, Prim being pulled away.

When I hear the commenters speaking badly about District 12, I stand up and walk out of the room and into my private bathroom.

I immediately kneel over the toilet and let it all out. I hear Peeta and Effie talking before the sound of boots hitting the floor comes into the bathroom with me. I feel those same warm hands graze my neck when my hair is pulled back.

"Are you okay?" He asks when I finally finish.

"We have to go against a little girl. How am I supposed to kill her?" I look him in the eye.

I can see the tears forming.

"I don't know." He says as I fall into his chest.

"I don't know what to do."

"I know." He pats my head, almost not knowing what to do.

When we return to the room, Effie talks about how Haymitch, our mentor, isn't as bad as he looks.

"Did I miss supper time?" He asks when he also enters.

Then he throws up on the carpet and falls into it.

"Why'd I run to the toilet when I just could've done that?" I laugh, trying not to get sick again.

I shrug Peeta's hands off, my body heating up too much, now. I cover my mouth with the back of my hand.

"So he's supposed to make sure we don't die out there?" Peeta laughs

"We're screwed." I shake my head and leave the room.

#hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #the hunger games #hunger games fanfic

[potuzzz]

How do I feel?

I feel like the positive talk is bullshit.

I feel like I'm stuck this way. I feel like i ain't get thrown no bones. Except ones that hit me on the head and cut up my stomach.

I feel like Alfred Miles' depression.

I walk and I just hear the shit and I just look slight up and away and screw my lips tight shut.

I feel like the positive talk is bullshit.

I feel like the manifestation stuff is bullshit.

There's...something at work.

Or maybe I've just had fucking insane, random hallucinations.

But I'm not buying that this shit is good or healing.

Why? I'm traumatized. You fucking idiot. Why would I believe in anything good.

You don't know the half of it.

I've been sitting here fucking kicking and screaming bloody murder cries for help and you and everyone I love has treated me like a fucking inconvenience. Or just lied to me. Or both.

And honestly.

Honestly if I make it through, which I probably will, because fuck me I'm a fucking cockroach, then you'll feel plenty in the right for how you acted. "Oh he just needed to fill his own shoes" type shit.

Nah. I been had it. People took it away from me. Other people. Not me. Fuck the self love acceptance shit. Why do I feel this way? I already know. Do YOU? Do YOU really want to be Alfred Miles, and all the rest of the trio...not in fantasy land, but in real life? Where dreams die and people rot in really embarrassing, lame, boring ways? Where people get swallowed unceremoniously and that's just another Tuesday?

Fuck what I want. What I want has nothing to do with it. I'd love to wake up tomorrow and have a million dollars, you think that'll just happen if I believe hard enough? If I just positive talk the mirror and hug myself and practice "self care" and take a shower and go on a jog and wish upon a fucking star?

Fuck you, honestly. Fuck all of you. Tumblr has tried to yeet my rants where it got dark, fucking dark, and I used to see that as a sign that such negativity wasn't meant to be said, that it was untrue, that good things were right around the corner. How fucking embarrassing. I have done nothing but be a complete fucking embarrassment for two decades. Everybody tries to tell me oh but you're so full of light you have so much good you have to do everybody likes you blah blah blah no you don't. No younfucking don't. You just would feel bad if I killed yourself no matter how much you fuckers COPE on some "he made the decision its not our fault" shit.

Well, congratulations. I won't kill myself. I can't. I'm too scared of death. I'm too pussy. Too weak. Weak. I've seen the other side, man. But what comes after that, is what I ask. It's where this shit all started.

Ya'all don't give a shit. Stop fucking lying. Just stop. Please for the love of this cruel, cruel God. It's the only thing that feels good. The truth. Fucking burn me in it. Fucking hellfire raining down. Finally.

I had what i had. It was sacred. It's gone. I have worse than nothing: I have nothing where I need and everything where I don't. I have just enough things to doubt MY OWN SUFFERING and feel like I'm not even good enough to burn my own bridges.

I've been killing myself for an entire decade 😂😂😂😂 you stupid fucks didn't see shit 😂😂😂😂😂😂 fuckign retards 😂😂😂😂😂😂 kill yourself! Let's all kill ourselves! Let's all just keep walking down this fucking path ha ha! Gravitational pull on this bitch has got some weight lemme tell ya 😜😜😜😜😜😜

Oh I just need to let the whoopty doodle light shine. Funny because then you fuckers...

You fuckers fucking lied

You fuckers then turn around and tell me that I'm supposed to accept that nobody likes me?

Which is it?????????

No I'm not going to be happy if I'm the last person on earth. No i won't be happy if I'm doomed to be alone and feel 100000 miles away from everybody and everything. Oh oh wait , I thought I manifest my will??? Well funny because I WANT TO BE CLOSE TO PEOPLE. I ACTUALLY WANT TO BE SOCIAL. I TRIED. I WENT OUT. I WISHED UPPN A FUCKING STAR. I LITERALLY PRAYED TO GOD. I JUST WASTED 4 HOURS WRITING THOSE STUPID FUCKING LETTERS. MY HANDS HURT.

So WHICH IS IT????? DO I JUST HAVE TO ACCEPT AND BE HAPPY IN MY LITTLE SOLIPSIST PARADISE OF SOMETHING THE WORLD TAUGHT ME TO HATE, MYSELF, OR DO I JUST MAGICALLY GET WHAT I WANT????

"Are some people just meant to be losers" 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

I had the fucking gall, the sneering pretentious cunt gall to think I was special. That i was immune from just ending up dead or homeless and forgotten. That happy endings happened sometimes and that you can achieve whatever you set your mind to. That true love was real and mattered. That God was real. That the world is ours to shape. That I could heal and be healed.

"They say his life is a sad story."

The first quote I resonated with before I could even know why.

Because everything is coming true.

Everything.

Every lyric I've ever written has come true. In laughable ways. Cruel ways. Genie logic shit. Real mythological shit.

Nope! I'm just crazy. I'm just crazy.

I'm sad. I'm tired. I give up. I actually, for once, truly think that I want to die. Just a little. And that I'm finally not as afraid as I am just sick of the pain.

IJuWaSoToSwTaMe

IJuWaEvToTuOuOk

IJuWaSoToHaInIname

I just wanted to feel seen. Recognized for what i do

To feel heard

I don't feel anybody

I don't feel anything

It's just this blank this horribly blank feeling

[merakiui]

welcome to the day a duck ruins your perception of items in genshin impact. i uh. made some items in genshin impact as yandere boys and what they're like sort of?? you could try and burn your eyes now. ;) adepti seekers stove- he's going to be a tsundere no buts or uhts. he's the type of yandere that's trying to be protective and failing miserably everytime. so being impatient and angsty. so, he resorts in kidnapping you instead. but hey look on the bright side! even when you're kidnapped you can have delicious meals and snacks! secretly likes to cook for you a lot, but he won't admit it even in death. just don't question why there's a lingering scent of sleeping potions in your meal and you'll be good as jolly jee! probably wants you to help him in the kitchen, since he once heard that couples do that. would probably give you self esteem issues down the line. "didn't i tell you to not get hurt? are you that much of an idiot?? here. have this it'll lessen the pain just a bit so we can walk back home. just drink it already." windsong lyre- smug bastard, smug shit. he's probably a player or just overly dramatic with everything. maybe he's righteous or something.. likes to show off his music skills a lot. he sucks at it tho. gaslights you probably in public places to add more pressure, because people are staring like you're having a performance or something. calls you love even if he's pissed at you for not listening to him, or accusing him of being toxic or suspecting him of being your stalker that always watches you from your window at 2am! would make you paranoid a lot. loves kissing your cheek and tickling you. he's a closeted pervert. you're gonna have to move in an isolated place too, he will spread rumours of you being his lover. "love, I'm sure that you're just overreacting. plus even if i was the stalker that you're talking about I wouldn't be oh so casually talking to you in public when I could've been hiding! jeez it's like your going crazy." wind-blessed harpastrum- such sweety! just so wholesome bakes you a pie in tuesday sweet. seems patient too but beware he will break your legs when you get a little bit too bratty for his tastes. touch starved too and it shows, that's why he loves to cuddle you lots! really obsessed with what you think of him. if you say you hate him he'll tear up and try to convince you that he's good, but if you pretend that you like him he'll shower you with uncomfortable affection and confessions. really great at making bombs and torture weapons too. probably sewed in a bomb inside your body threatened that he will kill you with it if you leave. bad at darts and archery. if you say that to him he'll laugh and take out his diploma saying that he's too smart for those childish games. he's impulsive in decision making. "haha. you know. you almost escaped from me back there. but hey! now you won't do anything stupid like that ever again if you can't walk." windblume balloon: listen man. im going to be killed but he's an airhead, pun intended right there. probably lowkey manipulative and doesn't even know it yet or chooses to ignore it. protective of you a lot. really delusional to the point that he rationalizes your escape as someone kidnapping you. so say goodbye to whoever poor stranger who was trying to help you escape they'll be greeted by an arrow through their head once he finds you. has a habit of holding your hand because he's afraid you might disappear from his line of sight and leave him all alone. if you let go tho he'll gorilla grip your hand, might crush it too. just very overprotective. he also doesn't know that he's an airhead. yeah."hm? why do i like holding you hand..? i just like it.. your hand makes me feel... uh. safe..? is that the word for it? ah. it was the word loved." wind catcher- he's a full on sadist. throw all of your escape plans out the window, this guy will climb a mountain and ride any wind current available to catch and torture you. persistently trying to make you like him atleast a bit. yeah, he's that kind of delusional. would teasingly push you

of a cliff as a 'light' punishment. dark humour and likes to joke about killing you from time to time. note: he can kill you. and he would also do it by ripping you in half with the wind current so just stay in his house and be a good lover that'll shower him in kisses, okay? okay. he mostly sees you as a tool of interest, but not just any tool- you're his favourite tool. "pfft! hey stop crying now! you're making me feel bad! hm? oh? why am i doing this? well i mean maybe I'm angry that someone was trying to escape. again." warming bottle- he will absolutely leave you in the cold if you were being a brat towards him. lives in dragonspine to spite you, also because he can just turn take away your blankets and anything that can give warmth so you gotta ask him to cuddle you to survive. he usually does this when he's feeling a little petty. which is so frequent. that you can almost give it a schedule. but don't tell him that. kind of a tsundere but only when it comes to physical affection since he's shy. that's why he has to take away your blankets so it looks like he's just mocking you but not because he's touch starved. he's not at home that much too but don't worry, he will make it up to you by uh.. physical activities.. "what? you're freezing? no shit we're in dragonspine. oh? you want me to hug you..? hm. fine. I'll indulge you for a bit. I am quite merciful." parametric transformer- businessman that scams you a lot lol. he's going to be a masochist because i said so, yeah i know the electric stone thing gag that's why i made him a masochist. really likes to collect useless stuff and spoiling you, so expect your room to be filled with a lot of random things from jewelry to mushrooms and crabs. has a you should be grateful i even give stuff mindset. thinks that giving someone something of vaue would make them fall in love with him instantly. also probably loves it when you fight back especially when you successfully land a hit on him, he will enjoy it. but be careful he has different responses whenever you hit him. pick your poison. spends a ton of resources on everything to keep you in line. that rope costed him 700 pinecones. "why do you even wanna escape? i give you a ton of stuff so you won't get bored! hah. maybe if i had picked up someone else they would've been grateful." portable waypoint- throw out your escape plans the season sequel. he's very quiet but has a small temper that won't last that much. maybe he's like that since he tries so hard to repress it. listen he's trying okay? escape always fails so quickly. one minute you're in springvale shouting, crying, begging for anyone to help you and then back to his house to see him sipping some tea. his punishments are cruel too- he makes sure to leave you in a den of monsters and ruin guards, waits until your in the brink of death and teleports you back to him. has a superiority complex over everyone too. probably likes to make you feel weak when you have to rely on him. loves to crush your self esteem. wants to be affectionate but thinks that you, as an inferior being, should be affectionate with him instead. so tsun. "see? this is what i was trying to tell you. you're too weak to actually survive out there. you even had to rely on me to save you. pathetic." memento lens- mysterious and elegant. he's quite cryptic to say the least. likes to watch you from a far if he's feeling a bit angsty. you try to make sense of what he says and it just leads to you being confused even more. and he likes that about you. you actually try to understand him, even if what you guess is wrong. you're going to have a tough time with this guy if you wanna escape. just avoid any fox statues and you'll be good. the problem is the shrine maidens. they basically want the two of you to end up together so they don't have to deal with him. he's actually very gentle with you punishments still suck but atleast he doesn't do it physically, he just makes you write that you're sorry over and over until your wrist are tired. loves poetry and solving puzzles, riddles, scriptures. he's

smart but soft. "spring blossoms even in the darkest depths of uncertainty, is that why you have the courage to try and escape me..?" kamera- perfectionist stalker. wants to make sure that the photos he takes of you are perfect to every extent. colour, lighting, and expressions. even if it means going inside your room and having the possibility of waking you up from your sleep. likes to take pictures of everything too. kind of like this; both of you are walking somewhere and he stops to take a picture of a sunset. he takes twenty minutes trying to find the correct angle. but the sun is already gone so he sulks. maybe- you can cheer him up by volunteering to be his model? you'll do that? right? also worships you like a god so if someone dared to even say something breath near you or celestia forbid insult you, best to say they'll be quickly disposed of by blackmail and fake shit. would not steal any of your belongings, he would just take pictures of it. so he's not that bad. "i consider everything in this world is beautiful, but you have surpassed that. so that is why im keeping you here. no one deserves even a glimpse of you!" waverider toolbox- he's such a gentlemen and a sweetheart. always there to help you with repairs, sometimes he'd add some updates to it too. just ignore the stuff going missing inside your boat thing. he probably guilt-gaslight you into staying with him in his waverider then bam your in an island stranded. ahaha, now both of you just have to survive by working together ya know? like a loving couple likes hugs and physical affection a lot! bonus points if it's given when he's tired from doing his job. as i said tired guy so appreciates all the things you do for him whether it's paying for his meal or giving him a gift. next time, he'll make sure that you won't leave the island permanently. thinks that stranded island equals date smh. " ahh? oh! is this for me? really? thank you.. i don't usually receive gifts but that just makes this even more special! say, do you wanna go on a trip? i just fixed the waverider from last time." red feather fan- mischievous little shit. likes to scare you a lot by appearing on trees and just jumping on you. knows that you're trying to escape but pretends not to since he likes to try and guess which direction you would run to. hugs you a lot even before he kidnaps you really touchy even if you say no he'll use the good ol puppy eyes! doesn't work? okay he'll just smell your clothes when you're sleeping as compensation. he likes to flirt with you a lot. some pickup are cheesy.. but others are a little- personal? acts cool by making a dramatic entrance everytime even. you know those radical superhero landing stuff? that's him. he would build a nest as your house even being a dick and placing it on top of a mountain, goodluck on trying to get down. "caught you! going to the shore was so predictable by the way. maybe you should try a different place next time, dear? hm? maybe a restaurant so we can have date? sounds great right?" serenitea pot- unhinged malewife that wants to make a the perfect living space for you- ehem. probably a perfectionist if you squint hard enough. he's delusional but just a little lucid about the stuff he does to you. likes to make a ton of furniture too! personalized the room you're trapped in with a ton of valuable and expensive materials. just don't try to escape he'll cut your limbs off just like a damn tree shawtie. owns a shit ton of pets ranging from boars to cats. all of them are like bodyguards to you during your stay. dreams about having a peaceful life with you in the realm someday, sigh. he sometimes has burnouts where he just places a bunch of furniture on a single room and call it a day. "and here is your room! do.. do you like it? i made it just for you! i didn't know what wood you would prefer so i just settled on whatever i can find! ahaha. we're kind of like a married couple living together now... right?" nre menu- he's probably going to be from the adventurers guild. really awkward and shy. takes for him a long time to

open up to you. when going on quests he's the one in charge of carrying the food and healing shit you need. really patient and nice! slightly uh mean with other people trying to talk to you but other than that everything is normal. everything is normal the long loving gaze he gives you every now and then and some food being left on your doorstep. yeah let's not question it i mean he's just so shy! he would never do anything wrong? right?? he's a closeted pervert, cliche i know but he's a pervert with a line to not cross. he just checks you out. good for him. would cry if given any ounce of affection. sweet baby. "t-that was a tough commission.. oh u-uh.. do you need some food to replenish your energy? we need to do the other commissions you know.. hm? why aren't you eating it.. something wrong with the food..?" seelies- spoiled. that's the word to describe him. really straight forward with his courting kind of dumb? but he's so damn lucky for some unknown reason that your plans to avoid him always fail. yeah the high quality rope you just bought for 1000 mora? it broke and you fell into his arms. he's probably rich by sheer dumb luck too. finds a ton treasure chests even in the places you didn't expect. people pressure you into spending time with him. since he's just so cute! how could say no to such a face? it really feels like the gods are on his side ya know? he throws a lot of very very aggressive tantrums if you're not with him. thinks he's doing a good job at courting you, with rationalize rejection as a playing hard to get. "tada! look i got you this crystal i found while i was walking! it looks like a diamond and it has a ton of colours too?? is it valuable?? would you kiss me if i give it to you??" endora- majestic, regal, and likes to explore a lot. he uh. probably trapped you in a bubble once or twice too. really curious about his surroundings, also has no personal space since it's first time going out. he would cuddle you when he feels like it homie. kidnapped you and made you his tour guide. don't try to fool him he learns quickly about stuff. fast swimmer, so no joining any expeditions in water if you don't want their ship to be wrecked by a mysterious being of the teyvat seas. he likes to see you cry. it's not a kink he just feels connected to you when you cry. doesn't have a house so you just live in a run down boat. he's doesn't know when you're lying to him sometimes. god complex bastard. "this world. at first i wasn't sure if i was going to like it or not, but ever since I've met you... I've grown to tolerate some parts.. so you should be thankful, you've convinced me. mortal." intertwined fate/older twin- listen. he's just so smug about everything he does. and he knows you love him. probably invites you out on dinner only for him to not show up. so basically he's an asshole without a doubt. toxic boyfriend that gives you false hope and has a ton of admirers. you probably think he won't settle for you right? ah, he's not that cruel. so picks you as his lover out of all the billions of people. you should be grateful! he even kidnapped you! do you know how hard it was for him to go all the way from his home to yours? anyways yeah. asshole. he likes to do the open the door for darling trick where he just gives you a small crack on the door and watch you make a decision. it's an act of your loyalty. if you escape he'll make you feel pain. if you don't then he'll reward your patience. god complex bastard 2."sigh. did you try to escape? again? patience is the key to everything you know. maybe you should learn that. i expected more smart from you." acquaint fate/younger twin- cinnamonroll he's such a sweet guy. he's always there for you when you need him. okay- he has a nice guy complex, fucking damn it. probably uses the but I've been there for you since the start trick unintentionally a lot. he just doesn't know he wants some action, so be thankful that he didn't just jump on you like a barbarian. he's kind of contradicting himself too. one hand he wants you to love him, on the other hand he doesn't

believe he deserves you. loves to give you the same things, remember that one painting you liked from two years ago? he got you that. quantity beats quality. surprisingly, he's really patient but would have bursts of anger every now and then. has a self value issues?? yeah, but did i tell you he's a touch starved guy. punshments are just him softly lecturing you about what's good and what's wrong."i always viewed myself as inferior, that i didn't deserve anything.. but this time. i want to be greedy just once." that's it- :'D i haven't proofread this but here you go mer! ill probably continue with more humanisations of items in genshin later.. if you ask why i ruined your day with this crazy idea i was watching that one video of a person humanising social media and got this idea. also i discovered how to bold out texts... i have power..ejwjdhshaj

so yeah have a great day! -🦆anon

I AM IN AWE?!?! WHOA OMG!!!!! 🦆, THIS IS FANTASTIC!! AAAAAA (≧∀≦)

All of the various characterizations… *chef’s kiss* It’s literally so good! With each one I read I kept thinking okay this guy is my favorite and then I would read the next description and my heart was stolen again. I can’t pick a favorite now. T_T

#chit chat #yandere #🦆 anon #meraki faves #YOU HOLD SO MUCH POWER #AND YOUR BRAIN IS IMMENSELY GALAXY #BECAUSE WOW OMG I AM IN LOVE WITH THE CHARACTERIZATIONS

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

"You're All Wet"

Sam "Ace" Rothstein x Reader

Um, I made the decision to call him Ace in this fic, not entirely sure why! Reader and Ace knew each other before he went to Las Vegas and Reader stops in to visit, enjoy!!!

TW: implied smut, cheating, mentions of gang activity

Word Count: 1.7k

Just like any other night at The Tangiers, Ace Rothstein stalks the casino floor, like a predator waiting to pounce at the sight of a cheater in his beloved establishment. As his eyes scan the crowd, carefully watching everyone's body language for anything odd, there's a hitch when he swears he sees someone familiar. His eyes quickly double back and they land on you. In that moment, he feels like he's travelled back to the past and in another world simultaneously.

"(Y/N)?" he blinks in disbelief, "(Y/N), is that you?" He hasn't seen you in years! That face is all too familiar to him, but that body? Well... Let's just say you've grown up a bit.

"I gotta say, you're not looking so sharp right now, Ace, not with that dumbfounded look on your face," you giggle, holding your arms out for a hug, "You look like you've seen a ghost or something!"

He holds you tightly to him, nuzzling into the crook of your neck for a moment before pulling back and getting a better look at your face, "God... I feel like I have! Fuck, where are my manners, how have you been, darlin'?"

As you catch up, wandering away from the pits to somewhere more private, Ace finds his mind wandering back to old times in the Midwest, to when he knew you best. You're Remo Gaggi's only niece; you grew up with nothing but guys around you, guys who are all involved in the family business, so it only made sense that you were so interested in it too. But it was different with you, Gaggi wanted you to wait until you were an adult before getting into anything, so by the time you were allowed to know anything, you took it seriously because you knew you had something to prove being the only girl in the business.

Ace always admired how you came out swinging the minute you turned 18, ready to prove all your cousins and uncles wrong about you. But he really didn't get to see too much of it, before him and Nicky got sent to Las Vegas.

He even remembers their going away party, everyone getting together one last time before moving to the desert to make the bosses more cash than they could dream of. He remembers how you started to tear-up telling him goodbye, but you had a lot of pride and didn't want any of the guys to see you cry. However, you did cry when you finally got a moment alone with him, and Ace wiped your tears, promising you'd see each other again. And now, here you are in, halfway across the country, making sure that promise is kept.

"Where are ya stayin' tonight, doll?"

"Oh, just at some plaza hotel or something," you shrug.

"By yourself?" Sam inquires.

"Yeah, I'm grown now, ya know!"

"Oh no, no, that won't do. A girl like you shouldn't stay by herself in a city like this," he takes your hand across the table your both seated at, "Come stay with me."

"Ace, I don't wanna be a burden..."

"You're not a burden. I'm so happy to see you, it'd be an honor to have you in my home." His grip on your hand tightens reassuringly.

"You sure your wife will be okay with it?" It was the only defense you have left.

"My wife, eh?" He looks left then right slyly, "You know who pays for the place, right? I'll have a guest over if I like."

• • •

The next few days felt like old times but in a whole new place, a much richer and more luxurious place. Your first morning at Sam's house, you woke up early from jet lag, so you took the liberty of making breakfast for everyone. To which you were met with a "You didnt have to do that," when Ace caught you, but it was followed up by him hugging you from behind and laying his head on you, practically sleeping while standing up.

Of course, you hung out with Nicky too! They showed you all around their new stomping grounds out west. However, you can tell that Ace is making an effort to get alone time with you; you'd always had a special bond back home. Hell, you cried over the man when he left! You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss that closeness.

One night, as you're having a relaxing bubble bath in Ace's luxurious guest bathroom, you ponder on how much longer you should stay in Vegas. You bought a one way ticket because you weren't sure how things would go and you didn't want to be stuck here if things got hairy, but now... You feel like you want to stay for a while, but you don't want to take advantage of your friend's kindness either.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the doorknob wiggling before Ace lets himself in. "What? So you just walk in on girls in the bathroom now? I guess with all these Vegas dancers throwin' themselves at you, you must think you're hot shit or something."

"Oh, hush," he cracks a smile, strolling across the tiled floor before sitting down on the toilet lid.

As he sits back and looks you over, your head and bare shoulders being the only thing exposed, you taunt, "Like the view?"

He lightly snorts and shakes his head at you, "You look good, but I just wanted to spend some time with you before the wife gets home. God knows when that'll be." He rolls his eyes at the thought of his wife.

"You don't think it'll look suspicious, uh, hanging out with me while I'm in the bath?"

His eyes wander as if he's deep in thought, then he shrugs and returns his attention to you. "What did you do today?"

"Nothing too crazy. You and Nicky have had me so busy that I just went out for a mani-pedi," you relax back against the wall of the tub.

"Ooh, let me see," he says, leaning forward towards you. You slide a hand and a foot out from under the mountain of bubbles and hook them on the edge of the tub.

He inspects them before taking his hand in yours and holding it closer to him, "Very pretty, I like the color," he says quietly, then he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Thank you," you giggle at him.

He returns your chuckle and places a few more kisses to the back of your hand and wrist.

"Ace, what are you doing?!" You squeal!

He simply let's out a hum and continues kissing up your arm, his kisses slowly turning from funny to passionate as he passes your elbow. Ace scoots away from his seat on the toilet and kneels beside your bath, lips never leaving your arm.

You feel that fire creeping up in your belly as he rounds your shoulder, lips and tongue working the soft skin of your clavicle. Your other hand rises up out of the bath water, and you cup the back of the man's head.

Feeling a bit of hesitation, Ace slowly moves his lips towards your neck, receiving a small but pleased exhale from you. As your eyes flutter closed, you tilt your head back, giving him access to your sensitive skin. He suckles and nibbles there for what feels like eternity but also only a second, eliciting a series of breathy moans from your lips.

After placing a few kisses to the spot, he pulls away from you slightly, just enough to see your face. You stare at each other in a haze, familiar eyes locked onto yours, and his better judgement leaves him as he graces his lips across yours. Your lips dance with one another's, eyelashes brushing the other's face, in such a soft gentle moment, before he claims your mouth with his. Your emotions are on high from the passionate kiss, until you remember this isn't old times and this man before you is no longer yours to take.

Your lips part from his, "Sam..." It's just above a whisper.

The use of his first name makes the severity of the situation hang in the air like wind chimes waiting for a breeze, the sound of silence deafening to your ear drums. You'd only ever called him that once before, also in a serious moment: a moment when your confession of your feelings for him hung on the tip of your tongue, but you didn't want him to carry that weight to Vegas with him.

His eyes glance over your visage, that beautiful face filled with worry. You should never feel anything but happiness, Ace thinks to himself. The rough pad of his thumb gently strokes your cheek, while the rest of his fingers nestle just behind your ear. Your eyes are cast down, trying not to look at him, so you don't see it coming when he leans forward and kisses you again.

Your lips move together once again, and your hands find his shoulders, gripping onto him as if he might slip away. You sit up on your knees in the bathtub, and immediately Ace's arms are around your waist, pulling your soaking wet body close to his. His hands tangle in your damp locks, and he fumbles around before throwing a leg over the wall of the bath tub and sliding into the water with you. He settles down onto his knees and pulls you across his lap, never breaking your kiss.

Your fingertips comb through his hair, as your making out slows to a halt. Gently cupping his cheek, you take a look at him, "You're all wet," you state quietly.

Slowly, this elicits laughter from both of you. You both stay like that for a moment before he takes you in his arms and lifts you from your bath, carefully stepping out and leaving a hefty trail of water leading right to the guest bedroom where you've been staying.

That night as he makes love to you with his clothes piled in a wet heap on the floor all around the bed, the only thing on his mind is you. He's waited what feels like a lifetime to have you, so nothing would keep him from you, not even the sound of his wife coming home somewhere between rounds 3 and 4.

#robert de niro #robert de niro x reader #robert de niro fanfic #sam ace rothstein #sam ace rothstein x reader #fanfic

[bartxnhood]

prompt list.

1. “i don't care. i'm not letting you get up until i know that you're one hundred percent better again.”

2."Shh, you're safe. I won't let you go."

3."I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

4. “You haven't been yourself lately.

5. “I don't want to lose you, too.

6. “Just talk to me. Please.

7. “Stop pushing everyone away.

8. “You told me that you were okay! You promised!"

9. “Why didn't you tell me?!"

10. “How long have you been covering this?!

11. “You need to wake up because I can't do this without you."

12. “Go ahead and leave then. Everyone else always does."

13. “| know I shouldn't love you, and yet I still do."

14. “You can't die. Please don't die."

15. “Please tell me you aren't dead...”

16. “I have you, it's okay."

17. “I got you, don't worry."

18. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

19. “I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

20. “I'm not going anywhere."

21. " i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake."

22. "i just want to be numb, i don't want to feel anything."

23. "you don't care, nobody cares, just leave.

24. "you're my friend, of course i fucking care."

25. “Losing you would be a nightmare that every day I beg to awaken from."

26. "Touch her, and you're dead."

27. "'Il come back for you, I promise."

28. "They'll have to go through me before they get to you."

29. "tell me where it hurts.?"

30. "how did this happen?"

31. “Don't die on me- Please.”

31. "you're shaking, what's wrong?"

33. “no, you're not fine. you need help."

34. 'i'm gonna fix you right up, okay?"

35. "i can't stand seeing you in so much pain."

36. " i have to do this now or you're going to die."

37. "i know it hurts."

38. “hey there - you gave me quite a scare.”

39. “i'm tired of laying here in this stupid hospital bed.”

40. "I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect."

41. “will you just look at me?”

42. "delete that! i look disgusting!” “i think you look beautiful!"

43. "I don't like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone."

44. "I don't feel safe letting you be alone when you're in that shape."

45. "You can't tell that I am in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else to notice me."

46. “Can I convince you to stay?"

47. "i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake."

48. "You stay awake, do you hear me?! Don't you dare close your eyes! Please!"

49. "Shut up okay? I'm getting you out of here, we're going home."

50. "could you hug me again? i think i need it.”

51. “you can call me whoever you want. even if you don’t have a reason”

52. “no like.. it’s just, i can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes”

53. “who did this to you? tell me. please.”

54. "I won't let you go through something like that again."

55. " i feel like i could watch you all day. everything you do has a touch of magic to it.”

56. "I'm a monster." "No, you're not."

57. "I'm begging you, please don't lock yourself in your room."

58. "i screwed up, all right. but i never once lied to you. i've done a lot of shit in my life, but loving you is different.

59. "a broken heart is a small price to pay when you're not the one who has to pay it”

60. "I've always wanted to thank you, but was never sure how."

61. “you want me to kiss you, don’t you?” “no.” “look into my eyes and say it, then maybe i’ll believe you.”

62. "Every fucking day, I wish you're mine - every single goddamned day."

63. "He treats me well -" "Good for you -" "But he's not you."

64. "You lied. You lied and you lied and you lied and I, the fucking idiot that I am, believed you. Well, guess what? I'm not that person anymore.”

65. "Look at me in the eyes. Tell me you never loved me. Tell me that I meant nothing to you. Tell me that this was all a lie."

66. "We can start over. I'II do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don't leave me."

67. 'you don't have to shy away from me'

68. 'i love every part of you'

69. 'baby, what makes you think that'll make me think of you differently?'

70. 'don't hide your scars from me, they're beautiful

71. 'i love that about you though'

72. 'who cares what they think, it's what you think and what i think'

73. 'i personally love everything about you'

74. 'never say that about yourself'

75. 'you know how upset it makes me when you talk down about yourself'

76. 'look in the mirror and tell yourself you're beautiful*

77. 'take my hand, you don't need to be nervous, okay?'

78. 'i'm right here for you, im not going anywhere'

79. 'don't be insecure babe, please;

80. 'don't say that, i love your entire body'

81. 'these make you look even more beautiful'

82. 'don't apologise about your past baby'

83. "you got like two hours of sleep last night." "when did i tell you that?" "oh dear god."

84. "You're the most insanely beautiful thing I've ever seen and oh god you're just perfect and I'm rambling." "Are you drunk?"

85. "i know this is foolish. i know I AM. but i keep wanting you, why can't you understand that?" want me. but you don't want us."

86. "I'm TRYING okay? fuck my feelings, it's fucked but one thing that I'll always be sure about is my love for you. I fucking love you and i don't fucking know how to act around you. Okay? I--" insert kiss here

87. "Baby, don't make me spell it out for you... you know I want you."

88. "You're blushing so hard, all I did was say "I love you" in French."

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