#* ── SWEET ENOUGH TO BRING TEARS. / SOUNDTRACK.

[subskz]

trying to find a punishment to discipline jisung when he acts out would be so difficult bc honestly that little masochist likes them too much. edging, overstimulation, bondage, spankings— he enjoys them all, to the point that it’s almost a reward to him sometimes, an incentive to misbehave. so the next time he starts being all bratty and insufferable to you with that familiar glint in his eyes, he’s practically begging for u to show him his place

…so u tie him up, strap him to a fucking machine + put a cockring on him, to make sure he won’t be able to cum despite the never-ending stimulation he has to endure, while u go attend to mundane tasks in another room so that his constant spill of moans falls on deaf ears <3

maybe he was teasingly flirting with other ppl to try make u jealous, and so u tell him before leaving that “this is what u wanted, isn’t it? to be fucked? here. if you’re gonna act like a slut, you should be ready to be treated like one”

it would rly be torture for him :(( his shaking body would tense up with every one of the machine’s unchanging rhythmic thrusts.. poor spoiled baby gets whiplash bc of how different it is from the way you fuck him; you’re usually so receptive to his requests to switch up ur speed or pace or hit one of his sweet spots according to how he wants it at that moment, so the cold, unfeeling piece of tech teasing his hole only makes him want you more </3 he misses being able to hold ur hand while u rail him, and the stimulation he’s subject to is both too much and not enough, continually bringing him up to the brink of his orgasm but failing to tip him over bc of the cockring. his length lying against his abdomen is so hard he’s aching, he’d try grind down on the machine to catch his orgasm but he’d eventually keel over in exhaustion when he realises it’s impossible :(( his volume, which is already shamelessly loud by default, would reach another level if u toyed with him like this, an uninterrupted soundtrack of broken moans filtering through the walls. it goes from blissful, sweet moans at the beginning as he enjoyed the metrical pleasure being given to him, to hiccups and sobs and pleas for more after being left on the edge so many times, slurring out promising that he’s learnt his lesson, just pls come back and look at him </3

u’d leave him like that until his flushed face is glistening with his tear-stains, sweat n drool. boy might even thrash so hard he breaks his ties or the whole machine apart 😭

maybe u even come back at one point and his face lights up like a christmas tree, his begging immediately going silent as ur long-awaited presence pacifies him, and he thinks ur finally surrendering to his pleas. he watches u walk in like u hung the stars in the sky, tear-filled shining doe eyes tracing ur body in awe as u take off ur panties, only to become increasingly confused when you still don’t pay him any mind and say nothing, ignoring his questions as you fasten his ties tighter again. you then put your discarded panties in his mouth to work as a gag and turn up the machine to the highest speed, muffling his cries when you exit the room again, leaving him alone and coming forced orgasms dry, over and over <3 until you decide he’s been through enough and return for real

he doesn’t see you coming in this time because his eyes are screwed so tightly shut and his smothered moans are still loud enough to drown out the sound of your footsteps, his own whimpers ringing in his ears like white noise. he doesn’t even register that you’ve turned off the machine and taken off the cockring until he feels your soft, grounding hands at his sides bringing him back to earth. even though his body is so weak, he’d reach out towards u with grabby hands in an instant. you kiss his tears away affectionately, and, if he’s still got energy left in him, you reward him for getting through his punishment so well with a real orgasm from whatever he’d like. otherwise, you go straight to a warm bubblebath and cleanse him of the sticky mess of fluids covering his skin.

he’s too fucked out to move, limbs like a rag doll’s, so u wash him down with a soapy cloth urself while you whisper praises and he lets out tiny satisfied hums. pretty thing would shyly apologise for being disobedient earlier and ask u to give him kissies to make him feel better ♡ (the anon who said he’d make rubber duckies kiss and say it’s u two after just finishing super rough n intense play before is so right btw)

😭 han 😭 ji 😭 sung 😭

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😭 han 😭 ji 😭 sung 😭!!! my exact reaction while reading this delicious ask you really served us up a 5 star meal w this one

masochistic lil hannie is just so easy to please isn’t he!! it’s as hot as it is frustrating how he’ll take anything you give him so eagerly and even beg for more. i 100% agree he’d enjoy practically any punishment you try to dish out to him way too much, it’s more like positive reinforcement than anything else bc at the end of the day, he gets to feel good and he gets all your focus on him, exactly what your cute little attention whore wants so bad <3

strapping him to a fucking machine and putting a cockring on his dick is soo genius i love it 😽 he gets fucked senseless by a toy instead of you, can’t cum, and on top of that doesn’t even get the satisfaction of you at least watching him fall apart for you…it’s poor jisungie’s nightmare ): what’s the point of acting up if he doesn’t get ur attention out of it! he’d whine so loud when you tell him that if he wants to act like a slut he gets treated like one…the needy pout and big pleading gaze he fixes you with would be so hard to resist when he whimpers out that he wants to be your slut, he wants you to treat him like one, not anyone else or any toy

the visual of his flushed face covered in tears and sweat and saliva w his hair ruffled so cutely and his mouth full w your panties would be to die for ♡_♡ you grab his jaw and give it a lil squeeze so that he opens up obediently, only for you to scold him for being so fucking noisy and stuffing your underwear in his drooling mouth. he would moan so pathetically loud the moment it touches his tongue bc he’s so desperate for you that even the faint taste of you is enough to make him crazy

the grabby hands ㅠㅠ that’s so adorable…as much of a handful as hannie might be he still deserves to be treated so sweetly once all the brattiness has been railed out of his system and he’s back to ur sweet affectionate lil angel ♡

#you really came back w a bang 😭❤️‍🔥 it’s good to see u again! #ask #🌸 anon #💌 hannie

[telomeke]

9 people I would like to get to know better

Tagged by @colourme-feral at this post here. Thanks dear friend! 🥰 Because of your post you got me Googling packing cubes as well, but my fallback has always been resealable (and reusable, so not single-use) plastic bags for socks and underwear when packing. 👍

last song: I've been listening to two lately, back and forth. One is ஒரு தெய்வம் தந்த பூவே/Oru Deivam Thantha Poove (O Flower Gifted from a God), a hauntingly beautiful ode sung in the voice of an adoptive mother to her adopted child, recommended to me by dear friend @neuroticbookworm. It's a precious gift, and I need to read the translated lyrics to fully grasp how the melody amplifies the meaning, but each time I listen to this it brings a little tear to my eye.

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The second is uplifting in a different way – เธอหมุนรอบฉัน ฉันหมุนรอบเธอ (You Revolve Around Me, I Revolve Around You) by Scrubb, introduced to me by dear @recentadultburnout. It's a jaunty, retro-style Thai song that was also in the 2gether soundtrack and is an instant serotonin booster.

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favorite color: Deepest blue.

last movie/tv show: Ack. Does Wheel of Fortune count? I also watched an old episode of Nigella Express on YouTube, so let's go with that:

I love the sound of Nigella's voice and her breezy approach while demonstrating eminently doable recipes. But I was actually using this episode to hone my location-tracking skills... Nigella and her daughter Mimi can be seen stopping by a bakery on the way to her daughter's school at timestamp 4.50 – there are enough visual clues in there to track down the location of the bakery (Boulangerie Poilâne at Elizabeth Street in London) and also Mimi's school (Francis Holland School for Girls at Graham Terrace). Purely an intellectual exercise, and quell the alarms please – the episode is from 2007 and Mimi has long since grown up and graduated, so there's no privacy risk. (Both the school and the bakery in 2023 are still at the same locations they were in 2007, though Poilâne – I love the one in Paris – has had a paint job and looks quite a bit different today).

sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet wins out (confirmed chocoholic that I am), but I also LOVE my spicy prik kee noo, and every meal must also be protein-heavy, so savory gets a shout-out too. (As you can probably tell I find it hard to make decisions, especially around food. 😂)

relationship status: Attached, and have been for a very long time.

current obsession: Fruitcake! A post for a three-ingredient fruitcake popped up on my YouTube feed, and because we're heading into the Yuletide season I became obsessed with making fruitcake in time for Christmas. I've been churning out variations ever since the first one fell a little bit short of expectations, and because of my tweaks it's more like eight ingredients now, so… not quite the time and labor saving hack I envisioned. But it's a delicious obsession nonetheless, plus I get to eat lots of fruitcake along the way.

last thing I googled: Fruitcake recipes! Especially for ideas on how to reduce FODMAPs.

No pressure tags: @pandasmagorica, @bengiyo, @solitaryandwandering, @shinybiancachu, @sillybiscuitshepherdskeleton, @respectthepetty, @teaofdesaster, @lurkingteapot, @sunshinechay.

Only listed nine because those are the rules of this game (literally in the header) but if I haven't tagged you dear friends, please know that I wanted to and if you would like to play please do. Always fun to get to know people better here! 💖

#tag game #9 people i would like to get to know better #Youtube

[crescencestudio]

Just wanted to say I came across Alaris two nights ago and literally stayed up all night to complete the demo. I am obsessed. I have work tomorrow, and it’s almost 1am, and my first thought is “maybe I should try another route of Alaris, I don’t have to get into work ‘til 6(pm) anyways”. I literally played so long I had issues seeing because my eyes were so dry. I am low on funds rn (had to take a few weeks off work for a health issue) but the second I get my next paycheck I plan to drop by your patreon. I have not been this taken by a game in eons. The writing is phenomenal. The characters are so intriguing and real. The art is absolutely stunning. The soundtrack is so pleasing - so calming. Thank you so much for making this. I know it’s just a demo right now, but honestly, even if you never finished it, I’d be in your debt forever. I’ve been having a really rough time in my life lately with waiting on a potentially terrifying diagnosis, and was kind of at my breaking point before I found your Alaris. It probably sounds really silly, but when I played it, I felt like a weight was off my chest - it was the first thing in months to not just truly distract me, but to really bring me out of that sort of hazy out of body feeling. Sorry if that’s kinda heavy, I just wanted you to know that your “silly” (as you described it on the website I think? Or somewhere I saw you say that) game has had a huge impact on my life, at least, and I’m really grateful for that. Thank you, truly. Anyways, I’d write more, but to be honest, I’m about to spend another all nighter playing Alaris. I hope you have a wonderful night (or day. Or the like). 💕

ANON…..::::…….. WHOEVER U R I HOPE ONLY BLESSINGS COME TO YOU. this literally made me tear up. i screenshotted it so i can keep it forever and look back on it anytime i’m sad. that is how much this ask meant to me 😭😭😭

you took the time to send in such a sweet, thoughtful message, i only think it appropriate to respond in kind so i apologize in advance for a bit of a longer response everyone!

FIRST, i think i am too late, but i hope you got some rest!!!!!!!!! alaris will always be there for you to play so please do not sacrifice your eyes and sleep for it!!!!! especially if ur having health problems of any kind and waiting on a scary diagnosis—those can be incredibly stressful and hard to go through so i hope you receive good news soon. regardless, i am keeping u in my thoughts and sending you all my love right now 💖💐

i know exactly what you mean by a game or piece of media pulling you out of a dark time, and it’s not heavy or silly at all for you to mention that. in fact, it’s an honor that alaris, even in its demo form, was able to provide that to you. i never would’ve imagined my silly little game (i call it that on my patreon, so u r remembering correctly ha!) would make that much of an impact on anyone, so i’m glad it connected to you in that way 🥺

you do not, by any means, have to support my patreon. especially if you are low on funds, i promise this message alone is support enough! thank you so, so much for the kind words and for taking the time to write this up and send it in, anon. it means the world to me and i hope alaris (in its current and future form) can continue to be something you enjoy 💖 keeping u close in my heart and hoping your health improves, ily!!! 💐✨

#asks #anon #alaris

[frostcorpsclub]

Frostverse Sountrack!

This post will get updated as I think of stuff <3 <3 <3 Some of these have full spotify playlists! Ask if you'd like the link.

The Family

-You're Dead by Norma Tanega

-Our House by Madness

-Our Word by Jessie Shelton

-Finale Ultimo (Don't Feed The Plants) from the Little Shop of Horrors Soundtrack

-Schadenfreude from Avenue Q

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Individuals

Suzy

-Dive Into The Madness by Dan Bull

-Sabbath Bloody Sabbath by The Cardigans

-Happy Meal II by The Cardigans

-Step On Me by The Cardigans

-Stuff Is Way by They Might Be Giants

-The Ballad Of Jane Doe by Emily Rohm

-Skinned by Blind Melon

-She's Not There by The Zombies

-Killer Queen by Queen

-Suburbia Overture/Greetings from Mary Bell Township!/Vampire Culture by Will Wood

-Halloweenie IV: Innards by Ashnikko

-Nuttin For Christmas by Art Mooney and Barry Gordon

-Suzy Snowflake by Rosemary Clooney

-I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas by Gayla Peevey

-Frosty the Snowman by The Ronettes

-They're Coming To Take Me Away by Sloppy Jane

-Tonight You Belong To Me by Patience and Prudence

-Alive by Anthony Warlow

-Valley Girl by Frank Zappa and Moon Zappa

-Screw Loose by Ali Mauzey

-The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

-The End Of The World by Skeeter Davis

-I Will Follow Him by Peggy March

-Stand By Your Man by Tammy Wynette

-I'm A Woman by Peggy Lee

-Batty Rap by Robin Williams

-Sweet Bod by Lemon Demon

-You Ain't Woman Enough by Loretta Lynn

-Lights On by Kyle Allen Music

-Livin' in the Sunlight, Lovin' in the Moonlight by Tiny Tim

-Cold Island by My Singing Monsters

-Thermodynamic Lawyer by Will Wood

Virginia

-Break Stuff by Limp Biskit

-Right Now by Korn

-Scars by Papa Roach

-Pity Party by Melanie Martinez

-Habits (Stay High) by Tove Lo

-Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

-Dark Red by Steve Lacy

-Creep by Radiohead

-Tears In Heaven by Eric Clapton

-Girls by MARINA

James

- My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone

-Biggering by The 88

-Dead To Me by Kali Uchis

-Take A Slice by Glass Animals

-Apex Predator by Barrett Wilbert Weed

-World Burn by Taylor Louderman

-Killer Instinct from Bring It On: The Musical

-ROXANNE by Arizona Zervas

-Competition by Azealia Banks

-Applause by Lady Gaga

-Coin-Operated Boy by The Dresden Dolls

-Don't Mess With Me by temposhark

-Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic

-King Herod's Song by Mike D'Abo

-Feast or Famine by Starkid Productions

-Let's Have A Battle by The Dazzlings

-Under Our Spell by The Dazzlings

-When You're Evil by Aurelio Voltaire

-The Ugly Truth by Nick Jonas

-Venus Fly Trap by MARINA

-Call Me Cruella by Florence + The Machine

-Land of the Dead by Aurelio Voltaire

-Toxic Love by Tim Curry

-The Hills by The Weeknd

-The King of Villains by Aurelio Voltaire

-The Main Character by Will Wood

-Killing Spree by Matt Smith

-Not A Common Man by Matt Smith

-Ultraluminary by Phillipa Soo

-I Know Him by Johnathan Groff

-Ambrosia Wine by Madds Buckley

-Fabulous by Phineas

-Be Prepared by Jeremy Irons

-Fabulous by Sharpay Evans

-Watch Me Work by Brianna Mazzola

-Paint The Town Red by Doja Cat

-Primadonna by MARINA

Janet

-Money, Money, Money by ABBA

- Jump In the Line by Harry Belafonte

-Dance The Night by Dua Lipa -Blame It On The Boogie by The Jackson 5

-Move Your Feet by Junior Senior

-Super Freak by Rick James

-Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

-I Wanna Dance with Somebody by Whitney Houston

-Primadonna by MARINA

-Fancy by Reba McEntire

-I Squeezed Out A Baby, Yet I Have No Idea Who The Father Is by Masuna

January

- I'm A Princess by Bill Wurtz

Julian

-1985 by Bo Burnham

Justin

-Girls by The Beastie Boys

-Monsta Mack by Sir Mix-A-Lot

-Lips of an Angel by Hinder

Kimberly

-Twisted by The Original Starkid Cast of Twisted

-No Good Deed by Idina Menzel

-Gethsemane by Andrew Lloyd Webber

Drusilla

- Northern Downpour by Panic! at the Disco

-Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! at the Disco

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Character Relationships

Jack and Suzy

-Chapel Of Love by The Dixie Cups

-Today I Met The Boy I'm Gonna Marry by Darlene Love

-Be My Baby by The Ronettes

-I'm Into Something Good by Herman's Hermits

-Hopelessly Devoted To You by Olivia Newton-John

-Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

-Screw Loose by Alli Mauzey

-Me And My Husband by Mitski

-Pavlov by Kate Douglas

-The Horror Of Our Love by Ludo

-Running On A Treadmill by Oingo Boingo

-Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows

-An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

-Under My Thumb by The Rolling Stones

-Stalkers Tango by Autoheart

-I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab for Cutie

-Poisoning Pigeons in the Park by Tom Lehrer

-Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience

-I Hold Your Hand In Mine by Tom Lehrer

-I Only Want To Be With You by Dusty Springfield

Santa and Virginia

- Everlong by The Foo Fighters

- Cirice by Ghost

- Electric Love by BORNS

-Do I Wanna Know? by The Arctic Monkeys

- Love The One You're With by Crosby, Stills & Nash

-Lucky by Collbie Calliat

-Animals by Nickelback

Jack and Santa

-Eddie Baby by Felix Hagan and The Family

-Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA

-I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by Maneskin

-Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother

-Curses by The Crane Wives

-Angel Of Small Death And The Codene Scene by Hozier

-Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier

-Just The Two Of Us by Bill Withers

-Like Real People Do by Hozier

-Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

James and Rudy

-Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner

-The Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer

-Smooth by Santana and Rob Thomas

Justin and Mercy

- Love Grows by Edison Lighthouse

- Once Shattered, Now Whole by Brian D'Arcy

- Glimpse Of Us by Joji

- I Think I Love You by The Partridge Family

- There She Goes by The La's

-Talia by Chaz Duffy

Jasmine and Jeremy

-Nothing Left To Lose by Jeremy Jordan

-Crossing The Line by Mandy Moore

-Good For You by Rachael Bay Jones

-Nothing Good by Lea Salonga

-Fish In A Birdcage by Fish In A Birdcage

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#the frosts #the frost family #the frost kids #character playlist #universe soundtrack #character soundtrack #soundtrack #oc soundtrack #oc playlist

[popentertainmentconcertreviews]

Tears For Fears & Garbage – TD Pavilion at The Mann – Philadelphia, PA – June 21, 2022

In their recent concert at the Mann, Curt Smith of Tears for Fears was discussing working on their recent album The Tipping Point. It is their first album in 18 years, and only the second album of the new millennium. In fact, it is the only the second album they have done as a duo since Sowing the Seeds of Love in 1989. (Smith left the band from 1991-2000, during which time his band partner Roland Orzabal released two albums with other collaborators as Tears for Fears.)

Smith said as they were working on the new album, they were hearing from all sorts of people in the business, trying to hook them up with hip young writers and producers who could update their sound. Finally, Smith acknowledged, they realized it made sense to recognize the fact that they had grown older, and to just keep on doing what they always have done.

Yes, Tears for Fears has gotten older – we all have – but on this comeback tour they still sound mighty tight.

They led off with the new stuff, playing the delicate ballad “No Small Thing” and the electro-vibed title track from “The Tipping Point.”

However, then they pulled out the big guns, tearing into a slightly hard-edged take of their first number one single from the summer of 1985, “Everybody Wants to Rule the World.” Performed live with a full band it lost a touch of its new wave synth feel, but it still sounded like brand new all these years later.

The rest of the set continued the mix of old and new, with favorites like “Mad World,” “Change” and “Head Over Heels” (done in a medley with “Broken”) keeping the nostalgic energy up. All the while lesser-known newer songs and album tracks like “Badman’s Song,” “Suffer the Children” and “My Demons” showed the band’s progression and eclectic diversity.

Not surprisingly, the set only included one song from the two albums in which Smith was not with the band, and that one, their last hit “Break It Down Again” fit like a glove. The sweetly psychedelic “Sowing the Seeds of Love” has aged well, bringing a touch of retro-flower-power to the fore. The band also playfully interspersed a snippet of the old Wings single “Let ‘Em In” into their own fan fave “Secret World.”

One of the finest moments came in the gorgeous and tragic ballad “Woman in Chains,” in which the backing vocalist Laura Evans did a stunning master class in gospel vocal power, taking the lines originally done by Oleta Adams on the record.

By the time they led into the encore with a gorgeous take on “Head Over Heels” (still the band’s finest song to my ears) the crowd had settled into a sweet groove. Then they came back to close out with a three-song encore which included a driven take on their early single “Change” and then shut things down with the band’s classic sing-along protest “Shout.”

Post-grunge hitmakers Garbage, featuring fiery frontwoman Shirley Manson and drummer Butch Vig (the unofficial fifth member of Nirvana during their heyday and the producer of their classic Nevermind) got everything started with set that was fire. Like Tears, they started up with a couple of lesser-known more recent songs – “Automatic Systematic Habit” and “The Men Who Rule the World,” before slamming into their hits with a scorching take on their 90s classic “Stupid Girl.”

Surprisingly, in this 12-song set, they skipped over one of their biggest songs – the 1999 soundtrack favorite “No. 1 Crush” – but the set included all the band’s other favorites. And I have to give extra credit for the fact that they pulled out a dramatic take of their underrated James Bond theme “The World is Not Enough.”

Their songs still felt coiled and venomous as Manson screeched her way through fan faves like “Queer,” “Push It” and a sweet medley of their song “Wicked Ways” mixed in with Depeche Mode’s “Personal Jesus.”

She also did a surprisingly restrained but still powerful version of arguably their biggest hit, starting “Only Happy When it Rains” as a pensive ballad before bringing the beat up slightly, even giving it a bit of a reggae vibe, then eventually exploding into the second chorus as the band turned things up to 11.

So it sounds like Smith was only partially correct on his judgment of his band – and his opener, too. They may have gotten older, but they still can rock the house.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2022 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: June 23, 2022.

Photos by Jim Rinaldi © 2022.

#Tears For Fears #Garbage #2022 #Concert Reviews #TD Pavilion at the Mann #Philadelphia #Jay S. Jacobs #Jim Rinaldi

[pinkiewitchcraft]

✨ My Witchy Music, What Makes Me Feel Witchy: ✨

• Barkaa:

For My Tittas

Blak Matriarchy

Our lives matter

Godz

Bow Down

• Jhené Aiko:

Brave

Spotless Mind

To Love and Die

Endless Sunshine

W.A.Y.S.

Limbo limbo limbo

• Tiwa Savage:

Dangerous Love

All Over

Temptation

Sugar Cane

• Tayla Parx:

Slow Dancing

• Sade:

Cherish the Day

No Ordinary Love

Soldier of Love

Kiss of Life

• Emeli Sande:

Breathing Underwater

My Kind of Love

• WILLOW:

9 (ft SZA)

Flower

• Brandy:

Full moon

• Beyoncé:

BLACK PARADE

MY POWER

Freedom

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• Raja Kumari:

THE DON

(Ft Raja Kumari): Goddess

• Skylar Stecker:

That’s what’s up

• Tove Lo:

Talking Body

• Keala Settle (The Greatest Showman):

This is Me

• Aloe Blacc: (Race soundtrack)

Let the games begin

• Hailee Steinfeld:

Back to Life (80s Remix)

Back to Life

Love Myself

• Kesha:

Raising Hell

Woman

• Lady Gaga:

Born this way

Rain on me

Stupid love

• Troye Sivan:

Wild

Youth

My my my

Ease

• Florence and the Machine:

Dog days are over

Breath of life

• Metric:

Sick Muse

Twilight Galaxy

• Cecile Corbel:

La poussière de l’air

Entendez Vous

Emmène Moi

Ballerina

The King of Fairies

Sweet Amaryllis

A Different World

The Neglected Garden

Arrietty’s Song

Sho’s Song

My First Borrowing

Our House Below

Forbidden Love

Rain

The Doll House

Departure at Dawn

• Birdy:

People Help the People

Wings

• Kerli:

Army of Love

Zero Gravity

Feral Hearts

Walking on Air

• Charli XCX:

Nuclear Seasons

You’re the One

Lock You Up

Set Me Free

What I like

Boom Clap

• Little Mix:

A Different Beat

Stand Down

See Me Now

Salute

Power

Woman Like Me

Little Me

Wings

• Kiara:

Darkside

• Ariana Grande:

Into You

God is a woman

Breathin

• Melanie Martinez:

Crybaby

Milk and Cookies

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• The Birthday Massacre:

Play With Fire

Calling

Cover My Eyes

The Long way home

One

Divide

Superstition

Surrender

Rain

The Other Side

Trinity

Red

Black

Movie

• In This Moment:

Burn

Adrenalize

Whore

Big Bad Wolf

Fly Like An Eagle (cover)

Natural Born Sinner

• Icon for Hire:

Theatre

Make a Move

• Lacuna Coil:

Trip the Darkness

Give me something more

Swords of Anger

Black Anima

Reckless

• Evanescence:

What You Want

Made of Stone

End of the Dream

Taking over me

Sick

My last breath

Imaginary

Whisper

Bring me to life

Going under

Lose Control

Imperfection

• Spiritbox:

Blessed Be

Circle With Me

The Summit

Halcyon

Sun Killer

Rule of Nines

The Void

• Periphery:

Blood Eagle

• Leaves Eye:

Njord

Through Our Veins

• UNSUN:

Home

Not Enough

Time

The Last Tear

Destiny

Bring Me To Heaven

Whispers

• GOJIRA:

The shooting star

• VERIDIA:

We are the brave

Mechanical planet

Pretty Lies

At The End of the World

Crazy In a Good Way

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• Faith and the Muse:

Sparks

Annwyn, Beneath the Waves

• Stevie Nicks:

Rhiannon

Dreams

• Twin Temple:

Satan’s a woman

I’m wicked

I am a witch

Let’s have a satanic orgy

Babylon

Let’s hang together

• Heilung:

Krigsgaldr

• Empire of the Sun:

Walking on a dream

#witchcraft #witchy music #witchy #music #meditation #ethereal

[mywifeleftme]

52: Marianne Faithfull // Broken English

Broken English Marianne Faithfull 1979, Island Broken English is the best album you can get for $5 at any used record store in North America. I can guess why that might be—that sweet spot of having sold well enough to be well-circulated in its day, but lacking that recognizable hit that perennially re-introduces it to new generations through adverts and soundtrack licensing. (Though I would love it if “Why’d Ya Do It” had a moment on Tik Tok.) Still, in an era where the work of female artists is under intense reconsideration, I’m surprised there hasn’t been more of a move to give the 76-year-old Faithfull her due for this singular testament to resilience.

Broken English is the ideal of ‘living well is the best revenge’ in action, though of course Faithfull had famously not been living very well in the years prior to its release. Like Marilyn Monroe, there was something unique about her appearance-affect that breathed the word “money” in that coded language ambitious men in the entertainment business speak. In an industry with no shortage of blondes with husky voices, producer after producer made the effort to pick Marianne up from whatever hotel room or Blitz-ravaged squat her last go-round with fame had left her in because she had an indefinable it.

Though she never had the vocal power of a Dusty Springfield, she was no blank muse for boyfriend Mick Jagger or the Stones’ conniving ‘60s manager Andrew Loog Oldham either. Few if any of her teen idol peers of either sex could’ve evoked the fever-weak dolour and vampiric yearning she brings to her 1969 version of “Sister Morphine,” including Jagger. By the time she was ‘rediscovered’ in 1978 by guitarist (and subsequent long-time song-writing partner) Barry Reynolds and Chris Blackwell of Island Records, years of abuse had reduced her voice to a scabrous caw. On the re-recording of “Sister Morphine” cut during the Broken English sessions (but relegated to a B-side), she sounds like she’s been writhing in that same hospital bed a long time indeed.

Lurid as the details may appear from the outside, the cycles of addiction and rehab and relapse can be fatally tedious for a person with any brains, and you don’t survive them without developing a certain gallows humour. Chainsmoking in the blue shadows, on Broken English Faithfull observes Cold War brinksmanship, domestic alienation, and the hustle for a fix with the same crooked smile. Her wracked new voice makes each performance grippingly personal, though only about half the lyrics came from her own pen. She’s aided by superb production and performances. In the late ‘70s, every label tried to squeeze a little extra mileage out of their rust-bitten pop stars by slapping on a disco or new wave paintjob, usually to embarrassing results. But the rhythmic tension and chilly synthesizers of new wave fit Faithfull perfectly, perhaps because she had so recently lived the industrial British squalor that was in the process of birthing post-punk.

On the blackly hilarious “Why’d Ya Do It” she acts both parts of a domestic incident for the ages, getting to play both a jilted woman’s tearful rage and the sour, sarcastic cocksmanship of a cheating man. The band could’ve chosen to read the tune as a dirge, but instead they serve up seven-minutes of irresistible, skanking rhythm, topped by a slithering lead guitar, organ, and sax. (The nearly nine-minute original mix proves they could’ve filled a whole side of vinyl with it as far as I’m concerned.) The combination of Faithfull’s nostalgic murmur and Steve Winwood’s glossy synths turn Dr. Hook’s “The Ballad of Lucy Jordan” into a Euro sci-fi dream, like an elderly woman forced to relive her own unsatisfied youth while she dies in a Holodeck.

If any song here is ripe for rediscovery by a pop audience, I’d put forth the crystalline ballad “Witches’ Song,” which could’ve been a Stevie Nicks-Christine McVie cowrite (it’s like “Rhiannon” crossed with “Everyday”). It feels like both an escapist fantasy and a nourishing statement of sisterhood, with a beguiling mysticism to its lyric: “Danger is great joy / Dark as bright as fire / Happy is our family / Lonely is our ward.” (Queue me making these noises.)

Broken English gave Marianne Faithfull’s career a new lease on life, and while she’s seldom seen quite the same level of critical or commercial attention since, she’s also been able to hang on to what she has this time. So, in that sense, it’s done plenty for her already—but as a record, I think it stands with the best music of its time, and I probably should’ve had to pay a bit more at the shop to take it home with me.

52/365

#marianne faithfull #broken english #island records #sister morphine #music review #vinyl record #the ballad of lucy jordan #mick jagger #'70s music #new wave #post punk

[lifezvictory]

The Juicebox

Last year, I wanted to challenge myself by writing an ordinary action in a way that made it seem creepy. I posted it on Fiction Press, but it hasn’t really gotten any attention. Not wanting to risk breaking AO3’s terms of service, I decided I would post it here. But of course, it’s also available on Fiction Press if you’d prefer to read it there.

My troubled mind snaps painfully into wakefulness. A nightmare, again. I had attempted to wind down and slumber this night away with the help of a relaxing soundtrack, but it appeared to have Ben in vain. Even asleep, they won't leave me alone.

I roll over and turn off the music, its once beautiful tones now serving only as a reminder of my failure. My bedroom is silent now, but it's a reassuring sort of silence. One that soothes without words, affirming that I am alone. Alone, and safe. On the outside, at least.

I soon realize that the demons clawing at my sanity are not my only problem. My body is sticky with sweat, and my mouth is dry. I yearn for a drink. I lust for it.

Slowly, I persuade my aching joints to follow my commands, and I move. I toss the covers aside like some useless, unwanted thing. Then my feet press against the coarse carpet. I make my way across its stained surface, and slowly open the door. I'm greeted with the end of a long, dark hallway, blessedly covered in hardwood floorboards.

At night, the halls of my home are much more intimidating than they would be in broad daylight, but I dare not turn on the light. I do not wish to burn my eyes out tonight.

Or alert something to my presence, the thought comes, unbidden. I force it away. It's irrational, and it doesn't belong.

The cold tiles of my kitchen are a shock to the soles of my feet, but it is less of a hassle than the carpet. My feet slap, slap, slap, rhythmically on the floor, and though I can barely see, I trust them to guide my body to the right destination.

Rather than bringing me to the sink like I expected them too, my rebellious feet bring me to the drink corner, a section of the counter I reserve for storing beverages. I know it's not wise to drink things besides water during the night, but I never pride myself on my knowledge of the worlds. I let my hand travel the length of the bottles and cans, considering. What would be the right thing to treat myself with on this grim night?

And then I find them.

Coated in plastic, trembling in their cardboard bed. Juiceboxes. Had they anticipated my arrival? That had to be the case, for why else would they cower so? I had slightly thinned their numbers already; they had witnessed the act every time. They knew what was to come for one unfortunate member of their ranks.

With that, my decision was made. With a burst of savage glee, I peel back the feeble plastic fortifications and snatch out a juicebox. I was unsure of its flavor; I had purchased both grape and fruit punch a few days prior, but it was too dark for me to see. It doesn't matter. It's still a juicebox, all the same. Red or purple, it made no difference. It was dying tonight.

The juicebox doesn't struggle as I grasp it in my eager clutches; nothing but pure, unquestioning submission came from it. The uneducated individual would have thought it to be already dead, a sweet delight wrapped within a tree corpse. But I knew better. The juicebox was very much alive, but it knows its place in the world. It will never hear it, but there is a small fragment of admiration for it within me for this. I can think of countless individuals who could benefit from following in this example.

My grip on my prey tightens, but not enough to deform its shell. Not yet. I was tired of thinking. I was tired of waiting. My mouth screamed, yearning to be filled with liquid. I must do it now!

I switch the box over to my left hand, and with my right, I tear the straw, the weapon of its destruction, from its front. The plastic shield encasing it is even thinner than the one the juiceboxes live within, and the point on the end of the straw is enough to Pearce it. Thrusting the weak protection away where they will never be seen again, I wave the bladed end of the bendy death-tube tauntingly at the helpless juicebox, before I do it. As easily as a chainsaw cuts a tissue, the straw slides effortlessly into the juiceboxes weak spot: a circular indent on the top corner. Once it is in place, my lips are tightly around the exposed flat end, and I begin sucking.

Almost instantly, my mouth is full of my victim's cool, fruity blood. I drink greedily, savoring the taste, reveling in the moistness it returns to my throat and pallet. I can't speak, and my thoughts are a mess, but there is one word that presents itself, asserts itself above all the rest.

MORE! MORE! MORE!

Faster and faster I drink, harder and harder, until the juicebox begins caving in on itself, its shape deforming. This will make it a bit difficult to continue, but I was a seasoned veteran. I knew what to do.

Matter not how many of its brethren it had seen me indulge myself on, it could not possibly be prepared for what was coming next. Unpredictably for it, but right on time for me, I stopped sucking and blew into the straw instead.

Instantly, my prey's sides move outwards, and then bulge. Once they were at their maximum capacity, I stop. This causes the air to push the remaining juice through the straw, and now the pathetic little juicebox was bleeding on its own, unwillingly feeding me it's life force, but being completely helpless to stop the inevitable.

I repeated this process several more times, before the death rattle began. This, along with the box's lighter weight, informed me that the feast was nearing its end. But no matter. Though I could not be satisfied with my drink (I never was) this was not the end.

The juicebox had served its purpose. It was no longer needed. And yet, I knew there was still a little life within it, still a little hope. I wouldn't allow it to remain.

With a flick of the wrist, the straw now joined its former outfit. If the juicebox thought its journey would be so easy, it was greatly mistaken.

With a sudden fire of rage irrupting from deep within me, fueled by the sweet blood I had just consumed, I thrust the useless cardboard shell onto the tiles, using the sound of its landing as a guide for my foot.

Again and again, my foot came crashing down onto the empty juicebox. I had forgotten that stepping on the edges could be a bit painful, fueling my ire even more. The pitiful thing let out small squeaks of pain and terror, begging me to relent. I would not.

I could feel the slight moist stickiness of the blood I had failed to extract. It was disappointing that I couldn't drain it completely, and it would surely leave small stains on the floor, but that was a worry for the morning.

Finally, with one last squeak longer than all others, the juicebox flattened completely. It wouldn't reinflate. It was dead.

I plucked the pitiful thing off the floor, tossing it into the trash compactor, where its other dead brethren and accessories now resided. My foot was now sticky with the juice, and so was the floor, but I didn't care.

My emotions were now an ignorable hum in the back of my mind. My thirst was satiated for the moment. As satisfied as I ever could be, I lumbered back to bed.

#Original Fiction #Creepy Pasta #Humor #funny #Juicebox #Writing Challenge #creative writing #story #oneshot

[dragodina]

📚🫖 3, 8, 13 bitte gern ☺️

Hallihallöle und Dankeschön 😊❤️ Angenehme Weise das Schreiben kurz zu unterbrechen 😊✌🏼.

3. What do you order at a café?

Sooo definitely NO COFFEE 😅. Tea or hot chocolate (when its cold) or ice tea or cola (when its warm). And if I could get some food maybe Waffen, maybe a crepe or warm apfelstrudel (yes that os the actual english translation 😂). Mainly something sweet and I'm good 😊.

8. What are your top three films? Books?

I would like to add more films since I got more films that I like than books. When I think about it some more I haven't really touched a book in years 😳. And I really was reading a lot and thick books once upon a time 🙈.

Films:

- "We Bought A Zoo" - I really just love that dilm and the soundtrack, it hits so close to home and still has this beautiful message. There is one scene in that film that and with the music playing in that moment brings me to tears every time I see it again even though I have seen it like a hundred times 🥰😭❤️.

You only need to be brave for 20 seconds ...

- Tatort episodes "Querschläger" and "Schattenleben" - Querschläger because, well surprise, Julia Grosz/Franziska Weisz and Tine Geissler 😍❤️. And Schattenleben because it was the first ever Julia centric episode ever ❤️.

- "Hachiko" - For dog lovers the most beautiful and destroying movie ever 😭💔. Even though you know the story, you know how it ends, you will still cry like a baby.

- "The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep" - Its like Free Willy but without a captured animal. Seriously, I love that movie, even though its a movie for kids. Just like I love "The Last Unicorn" 🥰❤️.

Books:

- My mainly favourite book series is the one from Dresden author Kai Leuner. I really loved and enjoyed them and would have loved to read much more, but sadly there were only for of them, but I still love them. It has crime, a female police officer and a female attorney, who are both attracted to each other. And it plays in Dresden 🥰❤️.

- Iceland Defrosted - It has a chapter (or more? I can't remember) about Sigur Rós ❤️❣️. Do I need to say more? So it's actually a book about iceland out of the eyes of a british iceland and puffin fanboy. And it is so full of love and humor its just really awesome.

- "Zwischen uns die Zeilen" - A very beautiful story about two women falling in love. I can only recommend warm and whole heartedly.

- And I loved Patricia Cornwells book series about fictional characted Kay Scarpetta.

13. Which season do you feel at home in?

Spring and summer, early autumn maybe. When the world starts to blossom again. Birds come back and start singing their blues. The world comes alive again. The colours change. And temperatures won't drop below 15 degrees. And I will make bicycle tours again once it warms enough (for me 😅).

#ask game #tea and book ask #always lots of fun

[sweetsbfreex]

a styles vacation to Hawaii

Summary: a little continuation of this family. The styles take a vacation to Hawaii with mild bumps in the road. 

a/n: no warnings, but harry is not famous in this. I’ve never been to Hawaii and do not much of the hawaiian attire/culture, i just did research and put what i found. If there’s any misconceptions or if i’ve offended anyone by accident pls lmk!

Pairings: Dad, Husband!Harry

“Honey, you have to let go so we’re not late for the plane” Harry grunts, trying to stealthily pull Ava away from her hold on Milo. 

“No! We can’t leave Mimi” she cries out, cuddling her face into the pup’s fur even more. 

“Mimi has to stay with nan, honey” From his tone you can tell he’s losing patience.

It’s a definite eyesore. The whole situation takes place on your mother's porch. You were all meant to say your goodbyes before the three of you–– no Milo–– go off on a small vacation to Hawaii. 

Ava is holding on to the australian shepherd, not letting up one bit. You would think she glued herself onto him without anyone knowing, with how she latched on.

Milo in front of your mother's feet, enjoying what he thinks is a hug it seems. Only letting out long whines when Ava's sobs get out of control.

Harry is standing behind Ava, bent at the wait trying to pry her off her best friend.

You're crouched beside her, a hand on her back, trying to convince her to let go.

Ava's poor grandmother stands in the doorway. A look of agony on her face as she watches it all go down.

The–– now three year old–– has been throwing a hissy fit in the car, holding onto Milo's paw. Ever since Harry informed her how they were going to her nan's house to drop off Milo and then hurry to the plane. She saw the news like a terrible taste in her mouth, while she stared at you both in the rearview mirror eyes widened. 

You know how much the two love each other, but you didn't expect her to throw a fit like this.

“Ava I know you’re upset but, you gotta let go honey so Mimi can have fun with grandma. Don’t you want to go on the airplane, hm? Weren’t you excited about it?” You ask her, beginning to unclasp one hand and go for the other, trying to bring into your arms.

But with quickness, she remembered the only way she would be able to go on this vacation. Without Milo, she wraps her arms around Milo again. 

“Baby, Milo has to stay. Dog’s aren’t allowed in Hawaii” At this moment, Harry is willing to try anything.

“They’re not?” she asks, tilting her head back a little to see her father’s face. 

“Nope, Milo won’t have fun there. He’ll have more fun with Nana” he tells her, bringing his thumbs down to wipe away the tears. 

“...I wanna stay with Mimi!” 

Milo doesn’t eject this idea, letting his chin rest on her small shoulder. You and Harry huff in frustration, glancing at each other. Your mother...well she’s had enough of whatever foolishness you and H are pulling right now. 

“Okay enough of this” your mother starts, gaining everyone’s attention. “Ava, honeybee, Tell Milo and your grandma see you later and let go of him so you can have fun on your trip with your parents.” She says this with a stern, yet loving tone. Down to business and nothing else. 

“Yes nana” she mumbles, placing a few kisses to Milo’s cheek and glides to your mom. 

You and Harry look at each other in an instant, eyes wide at the way your mother fixed the problem in less than a minute. A mutual look of what the fuck, as in the what the fuck were you possibly doing wrong. 

“Thanks mum.” Harry says sheepish, looking at the calming little one swaying in your mother’s arms.  

“Yeah thanks mom” you say, standing up straight.

“No problem, Now get going, before she fusses again”

You all exchange your see you laters. Ava has yet another sweet moment with Milo. While Harry tells her she won't be staying in Hawaii forever and Milo won't stay with Nana forever. As you're driving away you all wave at the two, Ava yelling to Milo.

“Bye Mimi! See you soon! Don’t chase a squirrel when I’m gone!” She yells out the window, her arm waving in the wind. 

You and Harry share a chuckle. Despite what she may think, Milo has never chased a squirrel in his life. She's watched it once on a cartoon and it somehow filled her heard with the imaginary scenario. 

When both her grandmother and bestfriend are out of sight, she turns her head to the other window. A solemn look on her face, looking out the window like the Kermit the Frog meme. 

You play the Frozen 2 soundtrack for the less pouty girl behind you. But when you don't hear the shrill sound of her singing, you look behind you to see an upset look upon her cherub face. 

Her bottom lip is juts out, her hands fisted and arms crossed. 

“You okay?” you ask her, turning in your seat to cradle her knee. 

She’s dressed cutesy in a matching sweat set and a cute beanie rested over her plaits. 

“No. I’m upset and I wanna yell” she looks at you, resting her case, before she turns her head back to its original spot. 

Harry peeks at the interaction through the rear view mirror; an eyebrow quirked. One hand on the wheel while the other takes its natural spot in your lap, your fingers tangled with his. 

“Why are you upset?” you ask. 

“Because…” she groans, trying to figure out her ‘big feelings’. “You left Mimi and now he’ll hate me” 

“He won’t hate you, you’re his favorite person” 

“You guys don’t love me either!” She whines, glaring out the window. Wigging in her spot, causing your hand to fall from her knee. 

“That’s not true! We love you” you exclaim, in a loving manner. 

“Then get Mimi” 

“Mimi is staying with grandma Ava, enough.” Harry’s voice catches her attention immediately. “ It's okay to be upset but Hawaii doesn’t accept dogs, remember?” 

She only huffs, dropping her hands from her chest. 

“Can you play the when I am older song, please mommy?” she almost whispers.

You accept her request, turning so you’re seated right. Playing the song and hearing her sing eases your glazed stare a bit. Releasing a breath and closing your eyes as you rest your head against the window adds a bit to your release. 

Harry raises the entangled hands away from your lap, placing an adored kiss to the back of your hand. Sending a quick questioning look your way. 

“I’m fine” you send back, in a smile. No mother wants to hear those words.

He can’t do much with him driving and with Ava in the car. So he places a kiss to the back of your hand once more, and extends his hand so he caresses the back of your neck. 

“You’re doing a great job, stop being so hard on yourself” he encourages.

If your mom was here she’d give you a tip or two on how you and Harry are too soft on Ava. You couldn’t help leaving all the disciplining to Harry, you probably were definitely too soft on her at times.  

-

Through all the pouting, belting of kid songs, and Harry's annoying jokes and teasing. Five hours later you've made it to the resort. 

At the moment, Harry was checking you both in while you and Ava looked around the gift shop. When you feel someone’s arm come around your shoulder, you jump. But the feeling of his cold rings and brings you down. 

“Scared me, don’t do that” a breath of relief follows as you tilt your head back onto his shoulder. He gets the memo immediately, leaning down for a peck to the lips. 

“Made a friend in the lobby.” He tells you like nothing. Eyes shifting at his little girl looking through the stuffed animals and keychains.  

“Are you okay?” you ask in disbelief. 

“What?” he laughs, one eyebrow perched.

“Like in the head”

“I’m not following…”

“Why are you so good at making friends with strangers this easily? Seriously.” 

He laughs you off like it’s nothing, but it’s uncomic. You wish you could blame it on being shy, but compared to Harry it was not that easy for you to chat up strangers enough that you become acquaintances. 

Your husband could make friends with a duck if he wanted to. Everywhere you went. Whether in the ice cream shop a few miles away at home or the park where you took Ava all the time .He was always chatting with someone, in the end pulling you in. 

He only laughs it off, beyond doubt enjoying the look on your face. “We agreed to save each other a seat at the Luau tonight, for whoever gets there first. Talked to the husband actually, but you’ll see”

“You’re insane” you tease him.

“Can I have this?” A teal, stuffed sea turtle is thrusts in the direction of you and Harry. 

“How do we ask nicely” you say. 

“Can I get this?” she smiles, a smile so sweet, your tooth hurts from looking at it. She’s the most adorable thing and knows exactly how to use it to her advantage. 

“My sweet little baby.” Harry crooned, advancing to her, lifting her into his tattooed arms. Placing a series of kisses to her plump cheeks. She giggles, never wanting the affection to stop. “You can have it,” he tells her. “Let’s go to the till.”

“Harry you didn’t even check the price” you chimed in. 

“Shh. We’re having a moment” he acknowledged. He outstretches his arm, so his palm meets your face gently. You laugh into it, before you smack his wrist away, then placing a light kiss to his wrist when he whines.  

-

It’s some hours later. You’re all getting ready for the hotel’s hosted dinner/Luau tonight. The three of you took a two and a half hour nap. 

You were touching up your light makeup while Harry got Ava ready. He lost two rounds of rock-paper-scissors and now must deal with the havoc that is dressing Ava. 

“Baby, get the trousers mommy picked out for you” you Harey him tell Ava. 

“Trousers?” She says the word with confusion, “Don’t have trousers babe? That’s a silly word.” 

Then you hear the raspy laugh of Harry. 

“Your pants, get your pants and your top too” 

Not even a minute later do you hear Harry asking her to stop wiggling around. 

Harry walks in the bathroom, a giggling Ava sat on his hip. 

Harry adores a very laid back...dad look you could say. The back of the white wife beater he’s wearing get’s covered by a black button up shirt with flamingos patterned all over it. He’s also wearing  a pair of shorts and his favorite vans. 

Ava’s tucked into a set. a cami top with matching flared pants and sunflowers ornamented the black fabric. 

“Oooh look at mumma, beautiful huh?” he asks Ava, extending one hand towards you, once you clasp your hands in his, he spins you letting his eyes sink in.

“Yeah!”

“Thank you both” you smile as Harry tugs you in for a swift kiss. 

You had picked out an angelic, ivory crochet set. The top you’re wearing shows off your midriff and the long, flowy skirt matches with beautiful lace detailing. 

You turn to Ava to give her a kiss on her cheek. “You look so handsome.” you tell Harry, letting your hand run through his hair. “And you look so adorable, you like your outfit?” taking her from Harry’s hands. 

“Yeah, I like the flowers–– Can I have some too?” she points to the plethora of makeup products spread over the bathroom counter. 

Looking over at Harry for his confirmation, he nods. You take the brush running it over the blush, before brushing it over her chubby cheeks and her nose.

“Tickles,” she laughs, pushing your hand away. 

“Are you ladies ready to go?” 

-

“Wow! Look the fires!” She points at the lines of tiki torches submerged into the sand, jumping as she sits on your hip. 

The layout is stunning. There’s a stage for the performance, round tables spread out everywhere across the beach, and a buffet in the back. 

Most of the tables are already filled, albeit the show was to start in like twenty minutes. 

“There they are, over there” Harry indicated, his hand waving back at a family of four. 

With Harry’s hand settled on your back, he weaved the three of you to the table. 

“Hey Shawn.” Harry greeted, their hands clasped together as they brought each other in, clapping each other on the back. 

Shawn was a tall man, a few inches taller than Harry, and very built. He had amazing brown skin, clear like a mirror, and was bald––which he pulled off effortlessly. 

“This is my wife, y/n and my daughter Ava” he smiled at the two of you, while you shook hands with Shawn and asked Ava to say a hello. Which she did, like bursting a ball of energy as put her hands out for a handshake like she watched her parents do. It caused a laugh out of everyone. She didn’t know why they were laughing at her, but she enjoyed the attention. 

“This is my wife Avni” you hugged, as close as you could, with a petite, expecting Indian woman. She was radiant as she smiled at you and Harry. “These are my kids Grey and Aster” you shook hands with them both. 

Grey looked about Ava’s age, bouncy coils moving as he bobbed up and down in his seat. His sister, who looked in her tweens, sported the same hair texture. Aster more silent of the two sent her greetings kindly. 

“And the third is still cooking in here” he laughed, setting his hands down on Avni’s early protruding belly. 

With that joke, you understand exactly how the two of them got to know each other, as Harry joined in with his laugh. The wives chuckled amongst themselves. 

“How far along are you?” you solicited.

“Three and a half months” Avni smiled proudly, rubbing both hands around her belly. 

You cooed, “It’s amazing, you’re literally glowing. You're making me miss being pregnant” you joke. 

“Okay! Enough of that. One little devil is enough.” Harry tickles your side, as a result you jab his side with your elbow gently, as he grins down at you. “We’re gonna go get some food,” he informs the couple.

-

Now everyone’s sitting around the table anticipating for the show to start. Conversation running pretty smoothly. The four of you were even able to make a few plans for the week you are here for. You had gotten a high chair for Ava to sit and eat in, but she wasn’t having it. Failing around while reaching for you.

 In result, she’s now sitting in your lap, bouncing side to side. Munching on her French fries, chicken, and sipping on her pineapple juice. 

“Taste good?” Harry asks his toddler. 

“Mhm” she hums, shoving her thumb into his face. 

“I can tell” he chuckles, extending a napkin to wipe her face clean. 

You tilt your head down closer to hers, to see sauce around her mouth, some of it on her cheek even. 

“Daddy.”

“Hm, baby?”

“Mimi would like this, he loves the chicken mommy gives me” 

“You give Mimi your chicken?”

“No”

You both laugh it off, not seeing the point in correcting her. 

“Who’s Mimi”

“Mimi is our dog, he's big and he can talk!” Ava answered, her voice ringing with excitement. 

“Dog’s can’t talk!” The high-pitched voice of Grey argued, eye brows pitched together. 

“That’s a fib, Mimi talks to me all the time!” she defended. 

Thankfully,  the show was beginning, two young women and four young men came out on stage. Dressed in their traditional Hula attire. 

You and Avni shared a grateful smile, knowing neither of you would know how to suppress their little spiff. 

The dance is mesmerizing and it was nice with the sun almost setting as a background. Light hues of orange shaded the sea as the night took over the rest.  Everyone watched in awh, clapping when it was appropriate. The women’s skirt flowed amongst the air like water.  

Harry’s arm propps on the back of your chair. During the performance you feel his fingers run against the back of your neck. 

You turn your head towards, trying not to disturb the entranced little girl on your lap. “What?” you mouth. 

“It’s beautiful” he whispers to you. 

“I know” you tell him, smiling when he rolls his eyes at you. 

At some point in the show, the original dancers plus a few more stepped off the stage. An array of Lei’s on their arms, watching as they put Leis around their chosen person’s neck. During this time a woman walks behind Harry, setting one around his neck. 

You laugh at the shocked look on his face and the way he fixes his posture. She places a grip onto his arm, making him stand up so she could guide her to the rest of the others. Avni gets chosen too. 

The smile on your face makes your face hurt as you watch Harry “dance” up there. The man definitely didn’t have the bet rhythm but he’s having fun and you loved that. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!...” Ava cheered on her father, clapping her hands. Harry looks towards her, waving. She gets even more excited chanting his title louder. 

She's Not interrupting anything, you’re surprised he heard her in the first place. But also not, she always knew how to project her voice when needed. 

A little over a minute goes by when Ava raises her hand and keeps it up there until you’re able to flag down someone for a lei, which you both get. The both of you walk up to Harry and you set Ava on the ground. 

A slight circle forms as you three hold hands together. Just swaying. Sometimes letting go because Harry wanted to spin the two of you. It’s a beautiful image, you're sure. All the glee you could hold in your body transpires in the way you danced with them. 

When you’re walking back to your hotel room, your arms are hooked with Harry’s and your head rests on his shoulder. An almost asleep Ava in his arm. He stops to bring his free hand around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Thank you for giving me this, I love you” he whispers against your lips. 

-

Last night, after the dinner and the Hula, Ava had facetimed Nana. To be honest, she had wanted to say a goodnight to Milo, but talking to her grandmother was always a plus. She was still dressed in her outfit, you and Harry getting ready for the night, so you could then focus on her. 

She sat up against the headboard, Your giant phone–– compared to her hands–– held in her tiny ones.  You were looking through her duffle bag for her pyjamas when you heard…

“Look Mimi, I saved you chicken”, her small teeth bared, holding up a piece of her chicken from dinner. Your phone is now being propped up against a pillow. 

You looked up to watch her pull a piece of chicken from her...pant pocket. 

That was the point you reavulated yourself as a parent and had to think about what kind of kid you and Harry were possibly raising. 

“Harry!” you called for him.

He walked out, an eyebrow quirked.

“Look.” you hiss, voice low.

‘God…’ Harry thinks. “Where’d she get that chicken from?” he asks, running his towel over his hair. 

“Her pocket! Why are you so casual about this?”

“Angel...you had a baby with me, what’d you expect?” he questions, seriously questions you this.

“You’re fixing it then, Mr. mini-me”

-

Presently, you’re all at the beach. Three towels and three umbrellas lay in/on the sand. You’ve rubbed sunscreen on Ava twice now and have had to remind Harry three times. After last time there was no way you’d be rubbing aloe vera on him all night. 

“Baby you’re dripping it.” You sigh, reaching over to wipe her chin of the chocolate ice cream she was eating, from a cup you might add. “Do you want me to feed it to you?”

“No, thank you” she replies, kicking her feet out. 

You’ve all swam a bit, but now are on a mini break from the water and saw they were selling ice cream close by. 

It’s pretty quiet between the three of you, too busy enjoying your treat. 

She gasps, “Daddy you’re a fibber” Ava says indifferently, slurping even more of her ice cream from her spoon.

He guffaws, caught off guard from her statement. He shifts towards the two of you. The way the wind blows his hair and the sun makes the green in his eyes even brighter catches you off guard–– the sight of his abs doesn’t hurt either. 

You also knew it wouldn’t be long until his hair gained some highlights and his freckles would be more prompt. You couldn’t wait.

“How’m I a fibber, messy?” squinting down at her.

“Look!”she points, “There’s a puppy right there” 

There is, you turn your eyes to where her fingers point to see a woman walking a black Dachshund.

Harry turns his head towards him, a sad look on his face. “You’re right baby. I’m a fibber. I’m sorry”

Ava hurls from her seat to latch her arms around his neck, “It’s okay daddy, now Mimi can come next time” she tells him.

If there’s one thing about Ava, it’s how much she hates sadness. Unless it’s from her. Then it’s perfectly okay. She hates sadness so much, she particularly had a dislike for the character from Inside out. Until you had to explain to her how sadness is something that is okay and needed from time to time, Like in the movie.

After her round of affection towards Harry, she emplaces herself into his lap.

“Daddy. Mommy.”

You both hum an answer. 

“It looks like a hot dog” she eyes the dog while it trots down the sand. 

“It does huh?” Harry answers, brushing her flyaways back. All while you laugh into your palm.

Your hands feel tingly when you wrap it around Harry’s neck, pulling him into you. His head lays against your shoulder. 

Definitely a vacation to remember and cherish.

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[luna-the-moth]

OM Character Aesthetics (SFW)

Hello hello lovelies! Just dropping a few aesthetics for all the chars. Requests are still closed, and any requests will be deleted, although my ask box is open to chat! (Luke’s Aesthetic will be platonic)

Reblogs, likes, and comments are greatly appreciated!

Lucifer:

The sound of quills scratching over parchment. Ink, blooming and spreading across its canvas, forming a story of its own. Whispered murmurs of love at midnight. Blood red eyes piercing through the dim moonlight. A familiar melody, yet you can’t seem to find a name for it. Hauntingly empty notes, mourning for a lost one. A vice that can’t be removed, no matter how much one claws at it, yearning for it to disappear. Pride, a double-edged sword.

The welcoming scent of coffee, pitch black. Bitter, yet warming and comforting. Rose petals making their descent, wilting. Red wine swirling in a glass. Tears, dripping down and staining an old letter, weathered by time. An ornate mask, perfected and polished over time. Yet a small crack makes its way to the surface.

Mammon:

Glittering coins, cascading onto the floor, sparkling in the dim light. Brash denial, shielding a tender, starved heart. A thinly veiled mask, waiting to be removed. Yearning and infatuation, unvoiced feelings. Reaching out a hand, but being restricted by chains of fearing for the unknown. Shining trinkets, a token of affection. The assurance of a protector.

Angelic eyes, a taste of ambrosia. The swipe of a credit card. The sound of tokens, sliding across a poker table. A subtle glance, hiding your hand. Experienced, calculating eyes, watching for the slightest giveaway. Practiced movements, revealing a complex strategy. But there’s a small opening, a chance to strike, unraveling a soft hesitance.

Leviathan:

The noise of a PC starting up. Winning a battle royal. Ocean waves, lapping against the shore. Diving into crystal clear waters, the water welcoming you.  Nostalgic video game soundtracks, bringing memories of joyous accomplishments. Hesitant, tentative touches. Frustration at oneself for not taking enough chances.

Vivid coral structures, housing various marine life; a hidden kingdom. Feeling the water pull you in, beckoning for your company. Anime OSTs, bringing a sense of life, or death. Watching your favorite character earn their happy ending, a sense of redemption. A brief spark, fingers brushing against each other. A glimmer of hope, in the vast, dark sea.

Satan:

Old parchment, soft, weathered corners pliant in your touch. Crackling fires, the comforting scent of smoke enveloping you. Herbal tea, spreading warmth and healing, felt through your bones. Feline eyes, playful and charming, drawing you closer. The soft mewl of a kitten. Soft paws grasping your hand in their own. A wish to be free from one’s family, one’s heritage. Resentment.

Soft ambience in a forest, welcoming you. Innocent games of footsie under a table. Poetry written in the depths of the night, hidden away from prying eyes. The faintest hint of a fang, a reminder. A steeled mask, refined and elegant. The search for a sense of self. Layers of deception, hiding an unsure soul. A path to acceptance.

Asmodeus:

The sweet, light floral scent of roses. Fabrics rustling, being selected and judged. A steady hand, moving brushes with precision. Poised, sculpted appearances, invisible cracks of insecurity, hidden from harsh judgement. Flirtatious touches, yearning for something meaningful, perhaps even moreso, than romance. Friendship. Platonic affection, friendly hugs.

The clean scent of skincare, the cooling sensation of a cucumber mask across your skin. Shimmering jewels, delicate chains lacing around your neck. A chance encounter, meeting charming stranger, yet to be seen again. Acceptance, assurance that you’re enough. Loving someone as is.

Beelzebub:

Warmth, safety in another’s arms. Comfort food, memories of a happier, nostalgic past. Tasting the batter before it’s baked. The scent of fresh baked bread, permeating your senses, filling your home. Making double batches, yet still needing more. Indulgence in your deepest desires. The sizzling of a grill, promises of food.

Repressed grief, unresolved guilt. Mourning for a loved one. Reconciliation, finding healing. A silent promise of loyalty and protection. Warm encouragement, eyes devoid of judgement. Twilight eyes, filling with love and happiness. Loving wholeheartedly, devoted so long as you both shall live.

Belphegor:

Grief-fueled rage, blind hatred. Helplessness, being bound by your own kin. A flash of hope. Human. A skillful puppeteer, pulling strings to his will, letting a story of loss and anguish unravel. A cruel act of murder, dragged out for his own sick delight. Witnessing rebirth. Realization. Regret. Watching as you heal, afraid to approach you once more. Aching for forgiveness.

A final offer, an olive branch. Whether to take it or not, is your decision. The lull of sleep, pulling you deeper into a different reality altogether. Lazy mornings, the comforter and promise of sleep, tempts you. Comforting scents of lilac and chamomile, blanketing you in a drowsy embrace. A dreamweaver.

Diavolo:

Learning. Developing empathy. Emotional development, struggling to grasp emotions and relationships. Loneliness, yearning for company and friendship. A wish to be free, to embrace life without care. Diving in head first into life, treasuring the journey and experiences. The luxury of being free of responsibility, and having boundless energy to do so. Chained to responsibilities, a kingdom.

Childlike joy, curiosity in your surroundings. Rapturous laughter, echoing throughout a castle’s ancient foundation. Golden, piercing eyes, holding adoration and fascination. A chance at peace for all three realms, a treaty. Regal and powerful. Delight in the simple things. A boyish smile, followed by fleeting kisses.

Barbatos:

Shrouded with mystery. Never quite close enough to decipher. Being held at arms length, a protective measure. Burdened with visions of the future. Servitude, loyalty to one’s master, a butler. Practiced movements, wiping over surfaces, serving a meal. Hidden feelings, masked professionalism, perfected over centuries.

Lingering touches, gloved hands touching your bare ones a second longer. Steaming tea, easing your stance and providing welcoming warmth. Pressing a stamp into melted wax, marking a letter. Polished china. Ancient grimoires, holding power and secrets beyond measure. A charming smile, an offered hand, promising more than one could wish for.

Simeon:

Prophecies of the future, albeit limited. Elegant writing of a script, painting a story of the ages. Carefully orchestrating a plot, extreme irritation at a single mistake. Having one’s own will. Unknown loyalties. Standing alone, with no clear master. Boundless wisdom, freedom to choose one’s own fate.

Soft healing, guidance. Words of honey, soothing and ever so sweet. Doe-like eyes, welcoming and open. Heavenly ties, an angelic gaze, wishing for your well-being. Blindingly white wings, powerful and protective. An angel, bound by not even the heavens themselves, devoted to you.

Solomon:

Unknown intentions, a loyalty to one’s own kind. Unlabelled potions, bubbling and frothing, almost with their own wills. Strange concoctions, inedible to most, except for the being who made them. Mysterious alliances, a lust for power and control. Friendly and teasing, yet distant at the same time. Cautious, weary from time’s hold on humankind.

Teasing smirks, playful winks. The scent of incense, and something else you can’t quite identify. Whispers deep into the night, ancient tongues being revived once more. Ancient glyphs, glowing and encompassing the room in a protective spell. A kiss on the corner of your lips, a taste of what’s yet to come.

Luke

Child-like innocence. Biased views of light and dark, evil and good. Gradual understanding, smoke-tinted glasses clearing anew. Seeing life for what it is, being able to laugh freely. Black and white, swirling to paint the world in strokes of grey. Learning how to choose your own path, to grab destiny by the reigns.

Sunshine, reflecting on and drawing in sunflowers. Flour, dusting footprints. Sugary confections, on display for all to marvel at. Fresh-baked pastries, reminders of childhood. Sweet frosting, artfully spun and woven onto a cake. Pure white lilies, a vow of protection and future guidance.

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[reidgraygubler]

look at my son (spencer reid/reader)

Title: look at my son 

Request: no

Couple: dad!spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: fluff w/ a side of angst

Content Warning: spencer’s pov, mentions of an absent father, mentions of child birth, crying, anxieties about parenthood, new parents, talks about spencer’s past (prison, addiction, kidnapping), brief mentions about past suicidal thoughts, mentions of drugs (Dilaudid) and needles

Word Count: 3,957

Summary: spencer has a heart to heart with his newborn son while his wife sleeps.

A/N: totally based on dear theodosa from the hamilton soundtrack. I am not afraid to say that. Definitely big feels happening and there’s no regrets. this is possibly my favorite thing i’ve ever written. my best friend said it was soft and adorable, and so sweet she needed a dentist. i love it so much.  thank you all so much for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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“Go to sleep, please, you need rest,” I whispered as I looked down at my overly-exhausted wife. Although her face was looking up at me, her eyes were somewhere else. They were on a small figure just to the left of me. Her eyes had a certain glossiness over them, and it was most certainly from her exhaustion or the hours of pain she just endured to bring our son into the world. 

“B-but,” she finally looked away from the figure and up at me. “What… What if he wakes up… And, and he needs me.” Her voice was soft and cracked at the end of her words. I smiled softly as I tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

“It’s a good thing I never sleep. Please, you really need the rest. I’ll be here,” I returned the whisper before pressing my lips to her forehead. Her hand gripped mine as I went to move away. I looked down at her, appreciating the way the dim lamp lit up her face. Even though she was extremely tired, she still looked beautiful to me.

“If he wakes up… Or… Or cries… Or moves the wrong way… Please, wake me up," she whispered, her eyes still on me. The grip she held on my hand wasn’t super tight, but it was tight enough for me to keep my hand in hers.

“Please trust me… He’ll be fine and I’ll be fine. If I need help I’ll get a nurse,” I lifted a hand and gently held her face. She slowly blinked and nodded. “Everything will be okay for an hour, okay?” 

“Okay, okay,” she looked between me and the sleeping baby, “An hour is so long,” she whined. I smiled before laughing softly. 

“Get some rest,” I pressed my lips to her forehead, again, before to her lips, “I love you,” I looked down at her with a soft smile.

“But...”

“Go to sleep,” I stared at her. She grumbled a little bit before pulling the blanket further up her body. I finally pulled my hand from hers and went back to the chair. I kept my eyes on her for a few minutes, watching as she tossed and turned before eventually falling asleep. I felt a little bad for forcing her to go to sleep, mostly because I knew she wanted to spend every waking moment with our son. But when she was actually awake, she was so exhausted that it looked like she’d pass out at any moment.

When I was sure she was asleep for a little while, I flipped my book open and began to read. Of course, my attention only lasted for so long when a soft sound came from the bassinet beside me. I pulled my eyes off the book and looked towards my son. He was wiggling slightly in his spot, but just a little bit. If you were just looking in the room, and not right at him, you wouldn’t have noticed him moving. But my attention was solely on him, so I could see his movements.

I looked over at my sleeping wife, noting that she was stirring slightly. My eyes stayed on her for a moment, waiting till she got comfortable again before I stood from the chair and walked over to the bassinet. 

“Hey there,” I looked down at the wiggling form. I know he wasn’t looking at me, but my heart grew as he moved his head to face me. “Your mom is asleep right now. So, you’ve got me. Your dad,” I whispered as I carefully rested my hand on his body. He was so small, my hand was almost the size of him. “I’m your dad.” 

I stayed silent as I stared at him. I didn’t want to pick him up, in case he went back to sleep. Of course, luck would not be on my side. Because the second I pulled my hand from his body, he started screaming and crying. 

“Oh, please, please don’t,” I cringed as I quickly looked over my shoulder at my wife. She had begun stirring again, slowly waking up. “I got it, it’s okay,” I spoke loud enough for her to hear. I turned and looked back at the screaming boy. 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” I whispered as I picked him up, holding him close to my chest with both my hands. The second he was close to me, he calmed down. A small sigh of relief came from me as I turned to sit back down.

My wife was still, her eyes on me with a small smile on her lips. “Go back to sleep, I got it,” I looked back at her as I adjusted my hold on the baby. 

“He’s so little in your arms though…” she whispered as she kept her eyes on me. I looked up from our baby and at her. “Just a widdle man,” she closed her eyes before sighing deeply. 

“Yeah, he is, isn’t he?” I asked, bringing my hand to his face. My fingers gently brushed across his cheeks before down the bridge of his nose. 

I was happy I didn’t get an answer from my wife. I was even happier when I looked up at her and she was asleep. Actually asleep too. I could only hope it was a restful sleep this time. 

My attention was drawn back down to my son when he started crying a little bit. I was instantly looking at his face. The longer I stared at him, the more my heart swelled or fluttered or whatever it was it was doing. I knew a lot of things. But, I didn’t know the feeling I was having for my son, my own child. Of course, I felt this feeling before with my wife. But this was somehow different.

“So, anyway, I’m your dad… That’s so weird to say… that I’m someone’s dad now,” I whispered as I brought my hand to hold the back of his head. “I never thought I’d ever say that, but we’ll keep that between you and me, okay?” I smiled softly. My body carefully swayed back and forth to try to keep him quiet. 

I stayed quiet as I stared at him. I wasn’t scared that I’d wake him up. No, I was just scared I’d say the wrong thing. But can you really say the wrong thing to a baby who was 12 hours old? I wasn’t entirely sure, but it was one of my fears.

“You know, growing up I didn’t exactly have a dad. He left me when I was just 10,” my voice was hardly a whisper as I stared at him. I could feel tears begin to well in the corner of my eyes. There was nothing I could do to stop them either. I just had to let them roll down my cheeks.

“I just had my mom. And, well, my mom just had me." I brought my hand back to rest on his body. The way he breathed seemingly calmed me down. But I think it was the fact that he was okay that was calming me. He’s been okay since the first day we knew about him. In fact, he was more than okay. He was perfect.

“But I promise,” my voice was shaky as I stared at him, “I’ll be around for you. You’ll have a mom and a dad.” I tried to keep my voice from cracking, but it was hard not to let the emotions show. 

I pressed my head back into the headrest behind me. Just as my eyes closed, he started moving around against my chest. I looked down at him and saw him looking back up at me. 

“Hey there,” I laughed as I looked at his eyes, “You have your mom’s eyes,” I wrinkled my nose as I stared at him. 

I tried to not think about all the monsters in the world outside of our hospital room. All the horrors and terrors his mom and I have gone through to get to this very moment. I’d do whatever it takes just to make sure he’s safe and sound. The thoughts of the monsters made me scared. Is this what parenthood would be? Being scared every waking moment, while simultaneously being in love, and embracing the ups and downs of everything? 

Was I prepared for this? Was I prepared at all to be a father? I mean, I didn’t have a father figure till I was 22, but even he left me. I tried to not think about it, but it was becoming increasingly harder the more I sat in silence.

With a deep sigh, I looked down at him. I was happy he was quiet. He had a long day too. Being born can do a lot to a person, well to more than a person. I think I’m more happy than tired, to be honest. That he’s here, and he’s perfect, and no one would ever be as perfect as he is to me.

I’ve waited for this moment for… I don’t even know. I don’t think there was a starting point, the feeling was just always there. 9 months ago just fueled this feeling. And, now he’s here. It took him a long time today, too. He really wanted his first appearance to be grand. Just like his mother.

“I’m a dad,” I whispered, this time letting my words break. My eyes stayed glued to him. It was impossible to say how much time had passed, but I knew it was a while. And his mom stayed asleep the whole time. Just like how he did. 

If I had known I’d become a dad 15 years ago, when I was kidnapped by Tobias Henkel, when I thought I’d die then… I probably would have been safer and stayed with JJ. I wouldn’t have split up with her. Or, all those times after I was kidnapped, sitting in a bathroom stall with a needle in my arm while Dilaudid ran through my bloodstream, waiting for the high to kick in or take me for good. Or… Or my time in prison, where there were the times I almost got killed… I could go on, really. I have too many near-death experiences to count.

“I can’t wait to tell you all the stories I know, you’ll love them,” I ran my finger back down his nose before resting it gently on his lips, then on his chin. “Russian folk tales… Chaucer, like my mother told me… Stories of cases your mom and I were on,” I smiled as his nose twitched slightly. I sighed deeply before pressing my head against the chair behind me. “Maybe someday I’ll teach you chess.”

Even though all he did was just be born, he still went through some traumatic stuff. All of that can do a lot to a person. And when he was finally here, and in our arms, he cried. He cried to let his long awaited parents know he was finally here. It made my wife cry, and it made me cry. But it was the way he cried that broke my heart. The sharp ear-piercing screams resonated in the room, and I knew for sure I’d never forget it.

My arms stayed still, holding him close to my chest. I couldn’t stop my eyelids from shutting, like miniature garage doors closing. My body was yelling, shouting for sleep. Even though I never slept before this, watching my wife give birth, and all the moments leading up to this moment here, were exhausting. But they’re precious moments. All 3 of us may be exhausted, but it’ll be worth it all. 

Although, it was this moment that I decided every day was going to be for him. He was going to be the reason I’d return home instead of staying at the office late. Before his birth, and even before we found out about him, I never envisioned my life turning domestic. To be honest, even though I longed to be a parent, I never truly envisioned myself adopting a domestic life-style. 

 As long as he stayed still in my arms, he could stay with me while I slept. I think even if he squirmed a little bit in my arms, he couldn’t get very far. His tired little body was wrapped tightly in his blanket. Thankfully he was fast asleep, not a care in the world. He was still entirely too little to have anything to care about, other than eating and sleeping. 

It was early in the morning, or some would say late at night. Our room was dark, the only light coming from the small desk lap on the nightstand beside me. Outside, the sun was just starting to rise, making the sky a dark pale blue. Usually I’d watch the sunrise, but… my son. 

The quietness of our room mixed with the whispers of the nurses out in the halls, and their squeaky shoes, and the whirring of the hospital machinery became my soft lullabies, lulling me to sleep. The three of us slept peacefully, not a bother in the room.

But what it was that actually got me to sleep was the thought of him growing up. I thought I was smart, but the images and thoughts of him older, and even now, made me so… happy that I felt dumb.  

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“When did you say they were coming?” my wife asked, looking between me and the baby. I looked down at my watch, trying to remember when the team would come over to visit. It wasn’t that I forgot when they were coming over… I just had other things on my mind. Like my son and wife for instance.

“I think, any minu-”’-te now.’

“Alright, where’s my precious godson!” a woman exclaimed, cutting me off, as she entered the room. I looked over at the door for a brief moment, watching as 4 people walked into the room. A small smile grew across my lips as I recognized the 4 people as Penelope, Luke, JJ, and Emily. 

“Hey,” my wife looked at everyone with a big smile and exhausted eyes. 

“Good morning, mom and dad,” Penelope looked between us. The smile she wore was bright and cheery, like usual. She carried a balloon, a stuffed animal, and a few large gift bags. 

“It’s so nice seeing you guys,” my wife smiled as she spoke.

“It’s hard to believe that you just had a baby. You look… Amazing,” JJ laughed as she looked at my wife. My wife looked over at JJ with a certain exhaustion in her eyes. 

“I don’t feel like I look amazing,” she laughed lightly. The baby in her arms wiggled slightly, causing everyone to look at him.

“Oh, look at him,” Penelope cooed as she looked between me, my wife, then finally at my son. I smiled as I looked at the small baby in my wife’s arms. “You must be so proud, Spence." “Well, I wouldn’t say proud is the word I’m looking for,” I laughed as I peeled my eyes off my child and looked at Penelope, Luke, JJ, and Emily. Although I was half expecting them to be looking at the sleeping baby, they were looking at me. How did they not want to look at my baby? He’s all I wanted to look at. He had my undivided attention now. 

“It’s so weird that you're a dad now,” JJ laughed as she walked around the other 3 guests and came to stand closer to me. I smiled, watching as she placed a small, pale blue gift bag on the small table. 

“Do you want to hold him?” My wife looked up at JJ with a smile. JJ looked down at the baby before up at my wife. 

“Are-are you sure?” JJ laughed lightly as she looked between my wife and child. I smiled as I looked at JJ. I laughed lightly at her hesitance. To be fair, she just wanted to make extra sure it was okay, since we’re new parents. 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure,” my wife laughed as she carefully held out her arms. JJ smiled as she carefully picked our baby up from her arms. I smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed, holding my baby close to her body.

“He’s… precious,” JJ whispered as he looked down at him. “He has your nose,” she looked over at my wife, who was lovingly looking at our baby. A small smile grew across her lips as she nodded. 

 “Well, he has his father’s eyes.” My wife looked up at me with a small smile. If we hadn’t already argued over his little facial features, I would’ve argued with her that our son looks the most like her. That was why he was perfect. 

“Has Derek come by yet?” Emily asked as she looked away from the baby and at me.

“He said he’d visit when we got back home,” I nodded as I looked over at her. Emily nodded before returning her gaze back to the baby. Everyone was looking at him, and I didn’t blame them. 

“You guys… You take all the time that you need. Don’t rush back to the office,” Emily nodded. 

“But please come by and visit us all you want,” Penelope spoke as she looked between my small family. I laughed and nodded.

“We’ll definitely come and visit you guys.”

“You all know Spence. Can’t stay away from the office for a long time,” it was my wife’s turn to talk. She looked at me and lifted a hand. I looked back at her, adoring the way she smiled at me. I lifted my hand and placed it in hers. When she finds out that my days of staying late at the office are over, I’m sure she’ll be more than excited.  

“Maybe those days are over,” I shrugged as I looked down at the baby. I smiled softly and felt a sudden wave of calm wash over me. Everyone looked away from the baby and up at me with mild shock on their faces. 

“Really?” My wife asked as she gently pulled on my arm. I looked down at my wife, noting the way she was looking back at me. 

“I’ve been thinking about it. No hard answers,” I spoke as I looked back at Emily.

“Take all the ti-” She was unfortunately cut off by her phone ringing, “time… I’ll be right back,” she nodded before leaving the room. 

“I can’t wait to spoil the little sucker,” Penelope clapped her hands together as she looked between us. I laughed, watching as Luke looked at his partner. 

“Sure, spoil,” he nodded. The moment was ruined by our son unexpectedly screaming. JJ looked over at my wife, an apologetic look on her face.

“It’s okay. You know how newborns are,” my wife laughed as she took the baby from JJ. 

“With that, we should probably go. Little guy’s probably hungry,” JJ nervously chuckled as she stood. I shoved my hands in my pockets and stepped over to the three. 

“Thanks for stopping over. You guys seriously don’t know how much this means to me… To us,” I gestured over to my wife as I spoke.

“Oh, Spence, of course! Wouldn’t miss visiting you guys the first day as parents,” JJ smiled as she hugged me. I hummed as I hugged her. 

I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep, if I had slept at all. I wasn’t even sure if it was a restful sleep either. But what I did know that one second later my body jerked awake when the loud sharp cries of a baby. 

My eyes snapped open and I looked down at the screaming figure. I cringed as I glanced at my wife, who I hoped was sleeping. But she was awake. Her eyes were glued to me and the baby.

“What are you doing awake?” I asked as I looked over at my wife, who was looking at me with wide, dewy eyes. Her exhausted smile told me that she’d been awake for a while. I looked down at the screaming baby in my arms before looking back at her. “Figured that one out myself.” I laughed when I realized the redundancy of my question. I stood up and lightly bounced to try to quiet the baby.

“I can take him.” My wife smiled as she looked up at me and lifted up her hands. Her eyes were glued to the small figure in my hands. I looked down at the baby and nodded.

“Yeah, I knew you were about to say that.” I laughed as I stepped over to her. She finally looked away from the baby and up at me with a smile. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Well, I slept.” She sighed deeply as she held the baby close to her. She looked down at him and smiled. “Hello, little man," she whispered as she brought her finger down his nose. “How did you sleep?” 

“To be honest, I don’t think I did.” I wrinkled my eyebrows as I sat back down. “Just… I’m not sure anymore. I didn’t sleep before he was born… But now I think I’ve lost all chances of sleep with him.” I chucked as I looked over at them. 

“Well… I mean, I’m sure your 12 cups of coffee a day won’t help that situation.” She laughed as she glanced at me. I slouched back in my chair, resting my head on my fist. “Or, well, I take that back. Keep drinking your 12 cups. I don’t want to wake up at 3 in the morning for diaper changes.” She sighed as she looked at the baby.

“Guess I’m going to need all of the time off in the world then,” I spoke through a yawn. My wife smiled at me and nodded. “Surely Emily won’t care if we’re both off for a while. She’s got plenty of help with the team.”

“I think I’ll need the help more than Emily,” my wife chuckled lightly. “You should get some rest, Spencer. You look more exhausted than me.” 

“How do you know what you look like?” I furrowed my eyebrows. She glanced at me before patting the small space beside her. I looked at her hand before yawning again.

“Just a guess. C’mere,” she looked at me as she moved her hand back and forth on the space. With a deep sigh, I stood up and moved so I was sitting beside her on the bed. “There, now you’ll sleep better.” 

“And where’d you get this science from?” I asked as I rested my head on her shoulder. She chuckled lightly and shrugged.

“On the science that I’m your wife and I know you sleep better when you’re beside me instead of a crappy hospital chair.” She looked down at me. I looked back at her before blinking lightly.

“Okay, that’s pretty sound logic.” I nodded as I looked down at the baby, who was back to sleep. It was amazing what a mother’s touch could do.

“See, like father, like son," she whispered as she brought her hand back up to her face. I furrowed my eyebrows before smiling. “Please get some sleep.”

“Beginning to sound like me there.” I lifted my head slightly to look at her. She looked back at me before pressing her lips to mine. 

“Sleep tight.” She ruffled my hair slightly. I smiled before resting me head back on her shoulder. 

I was happy when sleep came to me. It felt more restful than before… Maybe my wife’s scientific logic made sense...

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~sixth chapter rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

Two months later, you sat outside The Daily Bugle and impatiently bounced your leg. While waiting to see if your boss liked your first draft of the Cleatus Kassidy article, you reflected on your past two months in New York.

It was now June. You and Venom had fallen into a routine. You’d work on the Cletus article by day and go patrolling at night. Of course, being Venom wasn’t a nightly occurrence. You’d only go out eating once or twice a week. Still, you managed to have 11 run ins with Spider-Man.

You and Peter had become significantly closer in that past two months as well. You’d help him with his homework, though you secretly thought he was smarter than you, and he helped me with your story. Some nights, he’d visit you on your fire escape and watch the sun go down. You had no idea how he got there, but you didn’t care.

You’d send him science puns while he was at school and he’d bring you food and keep you company when You had writers block. Your favorite was the long talks on the roof. You would sit there for hours and tell each other everything. You knew all his secrets and he knew yours.

Well, not all.

But the best part of all was that every now and then, you’d catch the other staring. Then, the other would stare back until someone, usually Peter, started to lean in. Every time you thought you were finally going to take the next step, something would interrupt you. Whether it was May knocking or Ned barging in or Peters phone ringing. That was another thing about Peter. His damn phone was always ringing and then he’d have to dash off somewhere, leaving you with a random excuse or something about an internship. Sometimes, you’d wish he’d just throw his phone aside and kiss you already.

“Great work so far, L/n.” Your boss tore you away from your thoughts. “I knew you’d be right for the job.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jameson.” You stammered as you stood up. “I really appreciate you giving me this job. I was kinda blackballed back in San Francisco.”

“I know.” He shrugged. “But you ask the hard hitting questions that people want to hear. Once this article is out, I want you to write one on Venom.”

“Venom?” You gulped at her name.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “You know that scary black monster that’s been fighting Spiderman? I’m thinking an exposé on that menace webhead and his latest enemy, and I think you’d be perfect for the job.”


“I would love to.” You said quickly. “I’ll start researching right away.”

With that, you turned on your heel and left the building before Venom caused a scene.

“Monster?” Venom roared once you got in your car. “Scary?”

“I know.” You whined. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was gonna call you that.”

“His whole job is reading about the most dangerous criminals in New York. If he thinks we’re scary, what’s Peter gonna think?” Venom asked. You laughed in dismissal until you thought about what he said.

What would Peter think? What if you told Peter who you really were and he ran away? He was sweet and understanding, but how understanding could he possibly be when you tell him you can turn into a flesh eating monster?

That’s when you realized you were scared. You were scared of letting Peter in and him letting himself right out. You were scared of repeating the mistakes you made with Andy. No, not scared.

Petrified.

What if Peter didn’t like what he saw? What if he realized you were too messy to be with? Or had too much baggage? Peter deserved a nice girl. One with a normal family and friends. One without depression. One without a flesh eating symbiote attached to their immune system.

“What’s wrong baby?” Venom asked with concern. She cuddled around your neck and nuzzled into your cheek.

“I can never be with Peter.” You whispered, mostly to yourself. Hot tears of frustration filled your eyes so you looked up to keep them from falling. Admitting it felt like a fatal blow to the stomach. Venom tied your hair up with one of her arms and wiped the tears from your face.

“Why do you say that?”

You thought about it for a moment before answering. You didn’t want to tell Venom that you were feeling insecure. She freaked out on you whenever you said something negative about yourself. You didn’t wanna another 100 slide PowerPoint titled “why Y/N L/N is the baddest bitch in the galaxy”. Especially since forty of those slides were just pictures of your butt. You appreciated Venom wanting to help but you were feeling the kind of insecure that a pep talk couldn’t fix. You needed to figure it out on your own. So instead, you told her a different fear you had.

“Because. Look at us. We’re the only thing keeping each other alive.” You reasoned. “What if we get separated and die? I can’t become one of those people in Peters life who loved him and then left him. His mom, his dad, his Uncle Ben. I don’t want to die and leave Peter behind. He’s been through enough. He’d be so much better off without me.”

“We’re not gonna die. You protect me and I protect you. Nothing will hurt us as long as we have each other.” Venom assured you.

“I can’t protect you like you protect me.” You said softly. “I’m just a human. What if something happens to me and you die because of it?”

“Nothing will happen to you, Y/N. I promise. I won’t let it.” Venom swore. You looked at her and gave her a sad smile.

“I won’t let anything happen to you either.” You said, but you didn’t promise it. You knew you couldn’t promise it.

“And you can be with Peter.” Venom insisted. “On Klyntar, we mate for life. And we think you’ve found your mate in Peter.”

“What does that mean?” You wondered.

“It means we’ve become attached to him and will never be happy with anyone else.” Venom said. You let out a shaky breath as that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You needed a reason to shut your feelings for Peter down.

“Like soulmates?” You asked.

“Exactly like soulmates.” Venom answered.

“Well what happens on Klyntar if someone is your soulmate but you’re not theirs?”

���Then we go into a cave and mourn until we die alone of heartbreak.” Venom said simply.

“That sounds about right.” You laughed sadly as you took a second to think.

“I’m gonna call that guy back.” You said suddenly.

“What guy?” She asked.

“They guy who asked me out at the coffee shop this morning.” You reminded her.

“The one with the stupid hair? Why would you call him?” Venom asked angrily.

“What was wrong with his hair?” You laughed.

“It was blonde. We like brunette.” Venom said with a devilish grin.

“His hair was fine.” You rolled your eyes. “And I’m gonna call him to say yes to the date.”

“Why would we do that when we like Peter?” Venom whined.

“Because if Peter doesn’t like us, I don’t want to die of heartbreak alone in a cave.” You admitted.

“He does love you.” Venom protested.

“We don’t know that.” You shook your head. “It’s just one date. I need to get back out there anyway. I haven’t gone on a date Andy and I broke up.”

“Fine.” Venom grumbled. “But this is a terrible idea and I’m going to complain the whole time and sing the Les Mis soundtrack in your head.” This was one of those moments where she felt more like your toddler than your symbiote.

You gave the guy a call before driving back to your apartment. As fate would have it, you ran into Peter in the hallway on your way to your room.

“Hey Y/n!” Peter greeted you. “You want to come over later and help me with spanish? I’ll amo you mucho.”

You wanted so badly to say yes but you had to stick to the plan to squash your feelings for Peter.

“Aw, I’m sorry Pete. I wish I could but I have a date tonight.” You frowned, instantly regretting it when you saw the look on his face.

Peter’s heart sank to the floor as he emotions went from feeling devastated to feeling white hot anger in a matter of seconds

“A date?” He sputtered. “With who?”

“Some boy I met at the coffee shop.” You said weakly, knowing you were hurting him.

“Oh.” He said dully. 

“Some boy.” He thought angrily. “Some freaking dirty ass sissy coffee boy asked my girl out.”

Peter felt like hunting the man down and smacking the shit out of him. Or at the very least, webbing him to a wall leaving him there until he missed the date.

“What’s his name?” Peter asked suddenly, wanting to put a name to his new mortal enemy.

“Matt.” You nodded slowly.

“Freaking Matt.” Peter thought. “Freaking dirty ass bitch ass Matt. Was Matt Spider-Man? No. Could Matt treat you as well as I could? Probably. But did he like you as much? No. Did he have inside jokes with you? No. Could he make you laugh your beautiful laugh just by doing a Captain America impression? No. He wasn’t good enough for you. He couldn’t do the things I could do. He was trash. He was a trashy dirty ass rat boy.”

“Interesting.” Peter said, keeping his thoughts to himself.

“I’ll text you when it’s over and maybe I can help you then.” You offered. That sound okay, guapo?”

Peter nodded sadly, not even acknowledging that you called him handsome. Actually, he probably had no idea that you did. He was smart, but only in English.

“That’s fine.” He nodded glumly. “I’ll see you later.”

You watched Peter trudge into his apartment and felt a pain in your heart. He seemed so upset all the sudden. It couldn’t be from your date, could it? It’s not like you told him you got engaged or something. It was one little date. And it’s not like Peter even made a move. He had no reason to be upset. You brushed it off and went into your apartment to get ready.

Just as Venom predicted, the date went horribly wrong. You drove back to the apartment in silence afterwards, leaving Matt to clean himself off back at the restaurant.

“Why did that happen?” You asked her after a long drive in silence. You were mortified from the events of the night but you needed to know why they happened.

“Because he wasn’t your soulmate.” Venom said simply.

“We defiled that boy.”

“It happens.” Venom stated.

“It shouldn’t.” You said, shocked at how nonchalantly she was being.

“But it does.”

You rode the rest of the way in silence, shooting Peter a text before asleep on your couch. You woke up a few hours later in a cold sweat and in tears. You didn’t know it, but Peter was listening to your breathing from his apartment. He had picked up the small cries of his name in your sleep with his superhearing and stayed up to see if you were okay.

You weren’t, by the way. You had had a nightmare that shook you deeply and left you shaking. It was about Peter, but not in a good way. In this dream, he laid injured on the ground after a fight. You were separated from Venom and bleeding out near Peter. You couldn’t do anything to save him. You couldn’t scream for help. And worse, you couldn’t protect him. It caused you great agony to not be able to reach him.

Without giving it another thought, you got off your couch and made your way to the door. You needed to see Peter and tell him how you felt.

You didn’t care about your insecurities anymore. You didn’t care about all the things keeping you apart. You only cared about him, and that was enough. He needed to know that and you couldn’t wait another second.

You swung open your front door, only to find Peter Parker outside it in pink Hello Kitty pajama bottoms and a tight white t-shirt. His hand was raised, like he was about to knock.

“Hey.” you breathed. His hair was tousled and sticking up in random places. He looked heavenly.

“Hi.” He said shyly.

“I was just about to go to your door. I had a bad dream.” You told him. You were anxious to skip the semantics and cut right to the chase. 

The chase being, “I love you and I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

“Yeah, I heard. That’s why I’m here.” Peter explained. That’s not what he wanted to say. What he wanted to say was, “I’m always here if you need me. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you. I love you. It’ll be okay.”

Peter looked at you funny for a moment, like he was seeing something beneath the surface.

“She looks so beautiful.” He thought. Makeup free, hair a little messy, and nothing but an oversized sweatshirt to cover you. Peter recognized the sweatshirt as his own, one you had swiped from his laundry basket because you had been freezing while watching Alien in his room. He felt so honored to know that you slept in it. Peter wondered how many times he could fall in love with you in a short span of time. In the past few seconds, he’d fallen about 15 times. Once for every breath you took. And you were breathing quite heavily.

“You heard?” You asked, wondering how he

had possible heard from his apartment.

“My hearing is excellent.” He said quickly. “Are you alright?”

“Please be alright.” He thought. “I’d stop anything that tried to hurt you. I’ll protect you from the storm. Don’t shut me out. Don’t turn me away. Let me love you.”

“Um…” You trailed off and looked behind you at your empty apartment. The darkness looked anything but inviting. You couldn’t go back in there just yet.

“No?” It came out as more of a question.

“No? Do you want to talk about it-“ Peter was cut off when you rushed into his arm and hugged him tightly. He seemed taken aback, seeing as you nearly knocked the wind out of him. But as soon as he found his footing, he wrapped his strong arms around you and held you close. You relaxed in Peters embrace and let out a sigh.

“I had a nightmare.” You croaked. “You died and I couldn’t save you.” 

“I know. It’s okay. You’re awake now. I’m here.” Peter said soothingly. 

“I’ve been here the whole time.” He thought. “I will never abandon you. You are safe in my arms. Nothing can hurt you now. I won’t let it.”

You pulled away a little and looked at his face, seeing how tired it was.

“Would you stay with me?” You asked timidly. You didn’t want him to go. Not now, not ever.

“Always.” Peter answered with a smile. “As if I could ever leave you.”

Your lips lit up in a smile as your eyes fell to his lips. They lingered there for too long, or maybe just long enough. Peter took the hint and slipped his hand behind your neck and began to pull you closer. As your lips were about to touch, your door slammed, causing you to jump out of each other’s embrace.

“Shit balls.” You said immediately, letting out an annoyed sigh.

“What?” Peter asked, giggling a little at your choice of profanity.

“I just locked myself out.” You realized as you jiggled through door handle. Peter laughed louder this time and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Come on. You’re sleeping over.” He said, leading you back to his apartment with his hand on the small of his back.

You entered Peters room for the millionth time, but it felt the first time. Sure, you’d become good friends in the time you’ve lived in the building, but bedrooms were intimate places. The context of you being in Peters bedroom after going to him for comfort changes how you saw the place. After all, bedrooms were windows into the soul. Oh wait, that’s eyes. Still, the room was different. You didn’t feel like you were entering it. You felt like you were returning.

You looked around with a content smile on your face. He still had his academic decathlon posters on his wall, along with a few Avengers posters. Peter was pretty neat, but he was still a teenage boy. Socks and sweaters were strewn across the room. You saw him kicking a pair of boxers under his desk out of the corner of you eye. His room was so cute. It was so…Peter. You noticed a first aid kit on his desk next to his chemistry textbook and wondered what on earth he could be using it for.

“I’ve always liked your room.” You complimented as you touched a decathlon trophy on his dresser.

“Oh thank God.” Peter sighed in relief. “I thought you’d take one look at my nerdy ambiance and run.”

“Star Wars bedsheets?” You asked when you noticed the Death Star poking out under his duvet. You definitely hadn’t seen those before and found them endearing. Peters ears reddened and he fixed his duvet to cover them up.

“Those aren’t mine.” He said quickly.

“Are they Mays? As in May the force be with you?” You played along and he gave you a defeated smile.

“That was the worst thing anyone has ever said. Ever.” Peter joked. You laughed and he gave you a shy smile.

“Fine. They’re my bedsheets. Star Wars is cool, okay?” Peter defended. You took a seat on his bed and shrugged.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me Peter. I just didn’t know you were a loser, is all.”You said simply. Peter sat down on the bed next to you and rolled his eyes.

“Very funny. You’re the funniest person I know.” He said sarcastically. You nudged him with your elbow and he and hit you with a Yoda printed pillow.

“Mm. Good with the force you are.” You commented. Peter groaned loudly and told you to shut up.

“Enough playing around. How was your date?” Peter asked as he turned to face you. You could hear the pain in his voice and regretted ever telling him about the date.

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged. “Terrible.”

You weren’t going to let him off the hook that easy. If Peter really did like you and want to be with you, he needed to say it. He couldn’t just grumble and wallow in self pity when you were with another boy. You wanted to test him to see if he’d ever actually admit his feelings, but a part of you was still scared there were no feelings to admit to.

“Really?” He said excitedly. He cleared his throat to cover it up and grunted. “I mean, really?” He asked calmly.

“Yeah it was awful. I definitely won’t be seeing him again.” You sighed sadly, but you weren’t actually sad. You were just putting on a show for Peter. Peter bit the inside of his cheek to stop the smile from emerging.

“That’s terrible.” Peter lied. “What went wrong?”

His acting was equally as bad as your own. He had a shit eating grin on his face, pretending to be sad when he was clearly over the moon.

“It was going fine all night until the kiss.” You sighed dramatically, looking longingly out the window. You might as well have thrown yourself onto the balcony and cried out for Romeo. Peter, however, was buying every second of it.

“You guys kissed?” He asked, his voice heavy with disappointment. He looked miserable. All you wanted to do was throw your arms around his neck and tell him he was the only one for you. Instead, you kept your feelings to yourself and nodded slowly.

“Almost. He leaned in and…” instead of finishing your sentence, you just shrugged. You could tell Peter was on the edge of his seat so you dragged it as long as you could.

“And?” Peter practically begged. You let out another long, dramatic sigh as Peter took a slow sip of his water bottle.

“And I threw up on him.” You said simply. Peter spat out the water in his mouth and burst out laughing, doing his best to cover it up. You gave him a fake angry look but ended up laughing as well.

“What?” Peter laughed.

“He was such a tool.” You whined. “He talked down to me the entire night and then had the audacity to try and kiss me. I don’t know what happened but all the sudden he was leaning in and I was throwing up. He deserved it though. He treated me like was an idiot. I’m almost glad I threw up on him.”

Peters was overjoyed. He was about to say something when we heard a straggled cry of your name.

You and Peter rushed to his peephole and saw a familiar blonde haired boy standing in the hallway.

There he was, Matt, outside your apartment door with his phone on full volume playing “Hungry Eyes” from Dirty Dancing.

“What the actual hell?” You wondered out loud. “I better get rid of him.”

“Y/nnnnnn. I’m sorry I was a jerk.” Matt slurred. “Please talk to me. I told the doorman we were cousins. Then I told the elevator guy that I was your husband. You may need to move now. Y/nnnn.”

“You definitely can’t go out there.” Peter shook his head. “He could have a knife.”

“Or worse.” You whispered, making Peter looked at you fearfully. “He could have the same loser bedsheets you do.”

Peter scrunched his nose at you and picked up you swiftly to threw you onto the couch.

“Since when are you so strong?” You laughed in shock. Peter shrugged and held out a hand.

“Let’s go to bed.” He said. You raised an eyebrow and he quickly added, “In a non-sexual, platonic way.”

He was always so cautious of offending you or making you uncomfortable. You appreciated how much of a gentleman he was and knew Aunt May had implemented those qualities in him.

“You can take the bed.” He offered. “I’ll sleep on the couch. Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded and climbed into his bed, patting the the space next to you.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You told him. “Get in.”

Peter looked at you with wide eyes, looking very unsure of himself as he toyed with the hem of his shirt.

He was torn. He wanted to get into the bed, but he also knew you were vulnerable right now and he didn’t want to take advantage of you. He didn’t want to do anything you’d end up regretting in the morning.

“Get in, in a non-sexual, platonic way.” You added. Peter relaxed but stayed standing. You pretended to splash Peter and twirled your hand around the bedsheets as if they were water.

“Come on in Parker. The waters warm.” You said in a low voice.

“I am…repulsed.” Peter deadpanned. In reality, he was dying to get in the bed. He wasn’t gonna try anything, he just wanted to feel you close. He wanted to comfort you and take the pain of the night away. Finally, he got into the bed and pulled the covers up. He shut off his lamp and we fell into comfortable silence.

“Good night, Peter.” You whispered, turning your back to him and cuddling into his pillow.

“Night, Y/n.” He whispered back. You felt his eyes on the back of your neck still. He didn’t want to close them and fall asleep. He wanted to stay in this moment as long as he could.

You soon felt hesitant arms wrap around your waist. Peter was very unsure of himself and kept his hands loosely on your hips, barely touching. You turned your neck around and looked at him quizzically.

“What the hell are you doing?” You demanded. His hands flew off your waist and his eyes widened with fear. He looked so apologetic, you thought he might cry.

“Do you not know how to cuddle?” You asked before he could blurt out an apology. You grabbed his arms and pulled them tightly around your body. You held his hands in your own, flush against your chest. Peter felt really tense at first and a bit stiff, but he soon relaxed and nestled into your hair.

“You smell really good.” He muttered. You laughed softly against his body, prompting Peter to hold you even tighter.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Y/N.” He whispered. He said it so quietly, you figured he thought you had fallen asleep. “Sweet dreams.”

You woke up the next morning in Peter Parker’s arms. Subsequently, you wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of your life in Peter Parker’s arms. You were a mess of tangled limbs and hair but you found yourself firmly in his embrace, inhaling his cologne.

Peters eyes fluttered open suddenly and you were nose to nose.

“Hi.” You said softly, a playful smile resting on your lips. He was so pretty in the morning. He didn’t even have to try.

“Hey.” He chuckled. “This is new.”

“It is new. Is it okay?” You asked him, not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

“Is waking up next to the actual sun okay?” He teased. “Uh yea, Y/n. It’s okay. You can sleep over anytime you like if it means more mornings like this.”

Of course he said that. He held all your strings and knew just how to tug them.

“Did you really not enjoy that date?” He whispered, but in his head thought, “Do you want to be with anyone else?”

You didn’t know why he was whispering, but the look in his eyes told you he was dead serious.

“Not in the slightest.” You answered honestly. What you wanted to say was, “Because it wasn’t with you.”, but you didn’t.

“Would you…would you want to go out with me sometime?” He asked shyly. “I promise I won’t throw up on you.”

He said the second part as if it was the only way you’d say yes to the date, which made you laugh.

“Peter Parker, I have waited exactly 64 days for you to ask me that question and you just had to ruin it by promising you won’t throw up on me?” You playfully scolded as Peters eyes lit up.

“Is that a yes?” He asked excitedly.

“It’s a yes.” You nodded, holding his nearest hand. “It’s always been a yes.”

“Can I-“ He began.

“Don’t ask.” You whispered. “Just do it.”

Peter leaned in slowly and you did the same. His lips had just ghosted yours when Aunt May knocked on the door. He bolted out of bed as you sat up.

“Breakfast is ready. Did you clean your room?” Aunt May called from the other side of the door.

“Yes.” Peter called back. You looked around. No he didn’t

“No you didn’t.” She said knowingly. She didn’t even have to see his room to know it wasn’t clean.

“I’ll clean it after.” He groaned.

“I’m coming in.” She said suddenly, making you and Peter look at each other in fear.

“Don’t! I’m naked.” He screamed.

“Fine. But it better be clean after breakfast. And put some clothes on. You should not be naked at 7 am.” Aunt May said. You heard her footsteps walking away and knew it was safe to speak. You got out of Peters bed as he got up to lock the door, his back still to you as he did it.

“Alright.” He sighed. “That should buy us some ti-“

The second he turned around, he was met with your lips on his. You had your hands on the sides of his face and your head tilted to the left. You felt Peters eyes flutter shut as his eyelashes tickled your cheeks. He was frozen at first, but slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. You melted into him and he melted right back into you. The kiss was short and sweet, but absolutely perfect.

When you pulled away, Peter gave you the softest eyes ever. A grateful smile was on his lips.

“I am so over these interrupted moments.” You laughed softly as you shook your head. Peters eyes twinkled in agreement. The sun was coming through the window and made his brown eyes look like pots of honey. You could stare at them forever.

And then he kissed you again, with confidence this time. He wasn’t ready for the last one since you caught him off guard. You let your fingers tangle in the messy curls at the back of his neck, something you thought you’d only get to dream of doing. Peter groaned slightly into your mouth as you tugged on his hair, indicating that he liked it. He put his hand under your neck and slipped his toungue in your mouth. Who knew Peter Parker knew how to kiss? He tasted like morning breath, spearmint chapstick, and something you could only identify as being exclusively Peter. When you pulled apart, he looked up at the sky and sighed.

“If I wake up and this is all a dream I’m going to fight you.” He said menacingly.

“Did you just threaten God?” You laughed.

“For you? Anthing. I’ll fight anyone for your honor. Our Lord and Savior can catch these hands can square up.” He promised.

“You’ve gone to far.” You joked. “We need to break up.”

“Don’t even joke. I’ve waited too long for this.” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m only teasing. I’ve waited my whole life for you Parker. I’m never letting you go.” You told him. He burst out in a smile and kissed you swiftly, then promptly got down on one knee.

“Will you please be mine, darling? Officially?” He pleaded softly. There was so much hope in his eyes so you pretended to think about it.

“Sorry.” You shrugged. “I’m pretty busy with Matt.”

Peter stood up and gripped your hips, pulling you closer while you let out a small gasp.

“I never want to hear his name again. He had the privilege of taking my girl on a date and treated her poorly?” He raised an eyebrow. “He’s a deadman if I ever see him around here. Now, I need you to tell me you’re my girlfriend before my heart explodes. Tell me you’re mine. I won’t believe it until you say it. ”

You nodded yes as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

“Peter Parker, I always have, and always will be, yours.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x venom!reader #venom!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #iron man #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction

[sweetestlamb]

Walk Through A Storm

Author's note: Honestly, like I could help myself from doing this. it's short because I need to actually get my life together but enjoy. Oh also I don't wanna think anymore so someone give me title in the comments lol I'll pick the one that fits the best. (Thanks for actually giving suggestions, one really spoke to me!)

Summary: "I'm not ready to stop kissing you yet."

"I thought you were going to reject me." She whispers in between the small space between them, their lips are close enough to meet again in another soul burning kiss and he's tempted to close the gap again. They can talk later so for the second time in his life he wants to be selfish, she brings that out in him; makes him hungry for more than he thinks he deserves. She's been doing that since he first met her.

"I'm not ready to stop kissing you yet." Her eyes widen at his whispered words and without pause he leans closer softly pressing his lips against hers. She tastes sweet like the best candy he could never get as a young boy. Her little hands slide up his back dragging him closer and he goes easily, his walls are saw dust at this point and she's a windstorm. Wrapping his arms fully around her body he pulls her closer, cupping the back of her head as he swipes his tongue at the seam of her lips. She gasps in a way that makes his blood bubble and flow southward. The sea roars besides them providing the soundtrack to their first cognizant kisses. Hopefully the first of many.

The kiss drags and overlaps, her tongue persistent in his mouth and her hands busy stroking and rubbing at his back. It takes all of his willpower to sever their connection but he's starting to feel light-headed (and horny). This all still seems like a dream ever since he saw her running over to him, when she was supposed to be in Seoul. Leaving without telling him. Making him think the worst.

"Why do you look like you want to cry?" She cups his cheeks and he's reminded of that unforgettable night. She looks so concerned that he wants to disappear not used to being on the receiving end of such looks.

"Nothing. I'm fine." He tries to brush her off, viciously wiping at his eyes but she doesn't let him push her away, grabbing his hands tightly in her own. "Tell me what you're thinking. I told you everything in my head."

He almost chuckles at her expectant gaze. She sounds like him demanding payment.

"People usually leave but you're the first...to come back early." He smiles sadly thinking about all the people he'll never see again, and how he considered that she might go back to Seoul and realize that she was much too big for the pond that was Gongjin. He wouldn't have stopped her, she deserved the whole world.

"The first hm. I like that." He stares at her face, grinning at the satisfied grin and the enveloping dimples on both sides of her face.

"A daughter with your dimples would be dangerous, I think I'd understand how Chun-jae feels then." She pauses at his words mouth gaping and it hits him just what he's implied about their future. It's presumptuous and he should correct it but his tongue feels too heavy and her bright eyes suck the air from his lungs.

"Where's Mi-Seon? How did you get back so quickly?"

"Oh." She jumps cutely, suddenly hitting him on the shoulder and he winces ready to scold her for hitting him so close to his injury. But then she starts hitting herself on the head and instinctively he grabs her, stopping the self inflicted abuse.

"Stop that. I like that head." It's cheesy, something he would have cringed at if he heard another utter it but once he sees the smile she rewards him with none of that matters anymore, he'll say anything to make her beam like that.

"You're such a flirt." She fails at sounding bothered. "Oh and I left her in Seoul. It started raining and I realized you were it for me so I ran into the rain and left her on the sidewalk. Crazy right?" She starts snickering at her own words and he stares at her taken aback laughter forced out of his lungs at her infectious giggles.

She comes into his house like she belongs there, going to his fridge without permission and grabbing a bottle of water. He feels parched watching her drink it, never before has he wished to be a plastic bottle. So many firsts with her.

"What are you staring at?" She tilts her head like a bunny and he can't get the image of her with floppy ears out of his head.

"Cute."

"What?" She blushes furiously at his accidental slip and he clears his throat before grabbing his phone, desperately needing a distraction.

"Nothing. I'll call someone to pick up Mi-Seon."

"Who are you calling?" She asks walking over to him, sitting far too closely for his brain to function at maximum capacity. When a deep familiar masculine voice answers she squeals, bouncing in her seat and giving him thumbs up. He feels so proud he could burst.

"Don't say no. She's all alone and abandoned. What if something happens to her? Could you live with yourself?" He replies to the stuttering officers weak refusals and those are the right words to get the meek man moving, it's comical that he would be playing matchmaker for anyone else.

"You're a master manipulator." She accuses and he stares in surprise, "Does it upset you?" But she surprises him by leaning closer, spread deliciously across his compact couch. "No. It's sexy." Her face is glorious under the soft lighting in his living room and he swallows the drool collecting in his mouth, embarrassed when it starts a coughing fit. She thumps his back firmly before thrusting her water at him, "Drink." He listens obediently.

He gulps at the bottle, taking a deep breath before collapsing backwards into the couch.

"Am I making you nervous?" Making. As if it's only a present occurrence, as if she hasn't been making him swallow his words and expectations from the very beginning. He shifts looking at her through narrowed eyes.

She's far too innocently twirling her hair blinking up at him with wide eyes.

"You're doing this on purpose." She smiles serenely at the claim, leaning back onto the couch and by default his arm that's strewn across the top. She presses her body into the side of his body and he tightens his hold on her shoulder. It all feels too natural.

"I'm surprised it's working. You never seemed affected by me. You denied liking me so easily. Biological crisis, my ass."

He jumps at her cursing, she sounds too much like her father. It makes him smirk.

"I thought I had to. You were right, we are so different. I thought it was something fleeting for you, you told me you're someone who gets curious."

"Pfftt. You think I get curious about just anyone? I have high standards. I'm quite a catch you know?" Her signature bravado, but this time he can see through the veil better. Can spot the cracks and tears and it makes him want to protect her even more.

"I know. You're the best thing I've ever caught."

He'll never grow tired of being the reason that face turns so pink and flushed. (Immediately pushing aside an image of her beneath him.)

"Wait here. I have something for you." He wants to argue as she starts to leave his embrace but she's too quick for his grabby hands and he pouts at her unwanted departure. He moves to follow her but she's back before he's even finished putting on his shoes.

"Where did you go? We could have gone together."

"What? Did you miss me?" She teases, dimples flashing up at him.

"Don't be absurd." He denies but his cheeks burn yes.

"Whatever. I went to get this. Here." She thrusts a large bag at him, looking excited and embarrassed all at once. He takes it confused, prying it open and feeling more confusion wash over him.

"These are men's shirts." He says dumbly and she stares unimpressed at him, rolling her eyes before nodding.

"Yes. I got them for you in Seoul. Keep them even if you don't like them. They're a gift." She looks so small and... scared that he reacts without thinking, dragging his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side. The sight that welcomes him as his head pops out of the hole is not a new one, but it's still as effective as the first time. Hye Jin looks desperate, eyes locked on his now naked chest. His skin raises under her intense gaze.

"Miss Dent--Hye Jin ah?" His call doesn't do anything, well that's a lie it doesn't knock her back to reality like he'd expect instead it seems to be the siren call that lures her closer to him. Her hand outreached before landing on the tense muscles in his stomach, with one touch he already feels devastated.

"What are you doing to me?" He aches to feel and touch and kiss and fuc-

But it's too soon for all that. They haven't even defined this yet and despite all the lines they've crossed he wants to do this right.

Taking a step back he escapes her torturous touch and pulls a shirt from the bag, ready to cover himself back up from her too penetrating gaze.

"Wait." Her voice is so raspy and longing he has no choice and he watches mesmerized as she watches him hungrily, eyes darting all over his naked skin dissecting him. He swallows hard when he sees her little hands balled up in fists by her side. Disbelief swirling in his belly. "Okay. You can do it. That's enough....for now."

His cheeks flare at the seductively spoken words and to stop himself from devouring her like a starved man he slides on a smooth button down shirt. It fits him perfectly and gulps as he buttons it up. Nobody besides his grandfather ever bought him clothes.

"It's a perfect fit." Hye Jin echoes his thoughts smoothing a hand across the soft material. He stands ramrod straight at her ministration.

"Thank you. I'll wear it well." His throat is thick and he has to blink to chase away the tears pooling there, dangerously close to falling. She hums before stepping forward into his space again, that kiss effectively tearing down all the walls and lines they had both erected and drawn.

"You're already wearing it so well. But...it looks even better off. I can't wait to see it on my bedroom floor."

A scandalized squeak is all he's able to get out before she's diving at him and devouring his lips so roughly that they tumble onto the floor.

The pain in his shoulder is worth it as she kisses him senseless systematically driving out every doubt and insecurity. At least for tonight.

#hometown cha cha cha #hong du shik #yoon hye jin #sikhye #I was screaming kiss kiss omg #i was actually hyperventilating #i thought things would fall apart #I'm traumatized #episode 9 made me wanna write angst #but then 10 came and said nah b

[gb-patch]

Ask Answers: May 15th Part 1

It’s been longer than usual since our last answer session, so I’m answering a ton of questions today! It’s so big I split it into two parts. Thank you for the patience on getting a response to these.

Thanks for reaching out to us with your questions and kind words ^^!

Sorry if this has been asked before or isn't something you can say but is there anyway for Cove to confess in step 4? I wanted him to confess in step 3 and followed all the steps to make him do it but ended up texting my family instead of Cove at the end.

Yeah, Cove can confess in Step 4!

Hello! I heard that Cove is on the spectrum, albeit undiagnosed. As someone who is ND, this makes me UNBELIEVABLY happy. I literally was brought to tears! Thank you for that!

Out of curiosity, will Cove be diagnosed in Step 4? I have a strong feeling y’all won’t make it a HUGE deal/make it out to be negative, so I’m not worried about that whatsoever! I’m just curious just he’ll off handedly mention it? Or will it just not be touched upon at all (which is ok!)?

Either way is ok, I’m just curious!

I’m happy it made you happy! Admittedly, Cove simply being someone with autism that grew up not being diagnosed was something I included for myself. I didn’t really think anyone would notice or ask about it, aha. But players did start to have questions about his traits, so I started to talk about it outside of the game. It’s great to see it get such a positive response and now I do feel like having it be a non-topic may have been the wrong choice and bringing it up would’ve been good in terms of having positive representation for that. I don’t know if I’ll find a way to mention it in Step 4 now, with how far along the game is, but I am at least thinking about it when originally it wasn’t something I really even considered.

Hey!  Just wanted to say thank you for Our Life.  It's been a bright spot and a needed escape in what's otherwise been a crummy year.  I know you just did a Q&A post but I figured I'd ask anyway.  Was just curious about Step 4.  Will it be similar to the other Steps in that it consists of several different moments or will it just be one long sequence?

Step 4 is shorter than the prior Steps because it’s just an epilogue rather than a full arc of a story. It’ll consist of scenes that all happen in a set row one after the other. There won’t be a collection of Moments to choose from. But it’ll still be very sweet and fun.

¡hola!, you see, first I want to say that I love Our Life! (°◡°♡) and I have 2 important questions, would Cove cry watching titanic? and what is the saddest part according to him? (sorry for my english) 

Titanic would make him cry. He’d probably think the parts showing people who aren’t able to make it to the life boats/are choosing to stay and go down with the ship were the saddest.

Hello, I wanted to ask how much you earn with creating games? Like is it possible to make a living? Thank you >< <3 

How much I earn varies a lot month to month based on Steam sales, Patreon backers, and how many projects are in full production at the time. It’s also hard to say how much I make historically, since that also changes dramatically year by year. But I do earn enough to work on these games full time! I really appreciate all the support that allows me to do that.

Hey!! I was wondering for the 18+ Our Life moment, will there be an emphasis on safety/comfort for all involved? I feel like there  would be just going off of what the rest of the game is like, but I wanted to ask 

Yes! Cove is a nervous boy himself and also super cautious about doing anything the MC doesn’t like, so clear consent from both is absolutely needed for anything to happen. It’s a conversational sexy times Moment with stops/starts so the two can talk about how they’re feeling, rather than a heat of the moment just going for it kind of thing.

Hey!! I was wondering how long the wedding dlc would be? Will it be broken up into moments, or just one big event? 

It’s one long series of scenes all in a row rather than a collection of Moments to pick from. It’s the shortest and the least expensive of all the DLCs. It’s not super crucial to get and those who aren’t into big weddings can totally skip it without worry.

HELLO AMAZING DEVS 👋 i am hopelessly in love with the worst guy ever (jeremy king) and because of this i have a really stupid question: does he really hate people who are nice to him? TvT he’s too cute to be mean to istg it’s a miracle JB held the urge to be consistently nice to him bc just look at his FACE he is so cute! thank you for jeremy’s route it’s so lovely (and awful bc he’s scum 11/10) it gave me so much laughs LMAO i hope you guys have a good day!! 

Haha, thank you. He doesn’t hate them but he’s certainly not pleased with them. Jeremy is either uncomfortable with or annoyed by people being sweet on him, depending on how they approach it. He’s far more comfortable with jerkiness. It lets him relax and he can be himself without it being a problem, since he’s also a jerk. He feels a level of guilt being such a little punk to kind people, not enough to be a better person but still.

Has Cove dated or been interested in someone other than MC? 

Nope! He stays single over the course of the game if he’s not with the MC.

Is Step 4 more mature? Or it's gonna be set in similar atmosphere as Step 3? 

Step 4 is a similar atmosphere as Step 3. Though, it’s actually kind of less mature-topic heavy than Step 3 since it’s just a ‘hey, let’s check in on the gang to see what they’re up to’ style epilogue rather than a story arc with serious issues.

will there be new music for now and forever?? or will the old our life music be reused? 

It’s gonna be a brand new soundtrack. We’ll be opening up a job position for that soon.

Hi, is it okay if we use the assets in Our Life (like the sprites) for fanworks or fan content content, like edits? 

Sure! Just as long as you don’t use the assets made by those artists to make money.

Quick clarification on Step 3 choices: I hope I didn't come off rude (because I LOVE the game, really!!), I was just curious because the intro threw me off at times. For example, you could choose how you felt about Elizabeth in Step 2 (Dinner), but during the Step 3 intro, it says that you got closer to Liz and I didn't get a choice in it. 

For the example, it can’t be helped that you’re closer to Liz in Step 3 than you were in Step 2 because she’s inherently closer to the MC regardless of whether you liked her or not in Step 2. Her feelings are out of your control and the game isn’t so dramatic that you can push her affection away and not let her bond with you, haha. But ‘being closer’ can still be relative. For some people maybe that means you’re best buds now and for others it might just mean you’re not fighting all the time any more. If there’s other parts you want to mention, feel free to let us know.

Did the illustrator for Our Life change? 

We have many OL artists! The main artists who set the game’s style haven’t changed, but there’s multiple other artists who help finish assets.

So Miranda's type is confident and outgoing, huh? So...does that mean Terri's her type?? 👀 

Haha, sorry for the late reply on this. As you might’ve seen in our post yesterday- yeah that is her type.

Hey! First, I just want to say I've really enjoyed how detailed OL got with gender identity and sexuality and how respectful the topics were handled! It's been so wonderful to play since the experiences could be close to my own (I'd be lying if I said I didn't tear up at parts). Second, I was wondering, would future games explore the topic of polyamory? I'd love to see more visual novels allow room for that and I saw you've explored the topic before.

Keep up the amazing work! ♡

Thank you! We do want to include polyamory in at least some of our future projects. Floret Bond, which might be what you’re referring to when mentioning how we’ve explored the topic before, is on hold unfortunately. So right now I’m not sure when something might release or what will be the first game of ours to come out with poly relationships (we might do something else before FB is done). We’ll have see how things ends up coming together.

Hey um. I feel like im not allowed to ask this on the private discord cuz people will yell at me but why is there so much focus on OL2 and not finishing OL1 stuff? I like the new people but i kind of want to finish cove's story and get derek and baxter stuff first. didn't people pay for it? 

I’m sorry, I don’t understand entirely what’s making that situation a concern. There’s a channel in the discord for critique where no one is allowed to comment back. People can voice things they’re worried about without any way for others to push back on it. And the two teams working on the OL games are different. We try to post pretty often about how we’re hiring brand new people to start on Our Life: Now & Forever. The OL1 team is all still working on OL1 like normal. There’s only more updates on the Patreon for OL2 because the expansions to the first game are mostly script-based at this point while OL2 is just starting to get all its art, which means there’s a lot more to show off as previews.

Also, there was a Kickstarter for the first Our Life, if that’s what you mean by people paying for it. But one of the stretch goals was to start Our Life 2 early, before fully completing Our Life 1, so that the new game could be out sooner. It wouldn’t make sense to stop doing OL2 work because that would be going against what backers were promised. Maybe you didn’t get the full story before and hopefully this clears it up!

Hello! I know it's up to every player but.. What is your recommendation for playing order? Did you ever had any timeline  events planned? 

I didn’t make the events with a planned timeline. The events got made simply as I had ideas for them and then I just kind of organized them from left to right on the screen in an order to space out more dramatic ones between more lighthearted ones. Any order the player wants to go with is totally valid!

Hi! It's Step 4 a paid dlc or update? And how long it's planned to be? Ps. Love the game! 

The Step 4 epilogue is free! The Cove Wedding DLC does cost money, though. Those are planned to be shorter than the usual Steps/DLCs.

Will we have options for what sort of job the MC might have by the time step 4 takes place? 

Yeah, you can. It’s not super exact or detailed, but there are options about it.

Is there a pandemic in Our Life world, or is it just in a better timeline with no pestilence? 

Our Life is pandemic-free! That didn’t exist when we began working on the project and it’s not something we’d like to feature in this story now that it has unfortunately come along, aha.

Hi, you said that you can play tic-tac-toe or hangman with Cove in Boating if you're sick/scared but I keep getting tic-tac-toe. Am I doing something wrong?

After being sick/scared you have to continue to be upset/unwell. If you calm down and decide to just chill you’ll end up playing tic-tac-toe.

Hi, GB Patch! Since Lee was initially commissioned to only appear in two Steps does this mean she won't appear in the Wedding DLC? I really like her character so it'll be a little weird to not have our cousin at our wedding, aha.

She is gonna be in Step 4/the wedding DLC after all! We’re still working with her creator to make sure it fits with what they wanted.

Is Sunset Bird based on a real place? Asking for a friend, not trying to move there or anything. 👀

It’s based on small beach towns in So-Cal, but not one specific town you could go see in real life, I’m afraid. It’d be nice if it was real, though.

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[dopesotherstuff]

Stuck In The Middle

Mercurio contemplates his existence, his aspirations, and his Regnant’s degeneration while giving the .50 caliber goodbye to some LA scumbags who desperately deserve it.

Those fuckers at the beach house still needed killing.

I didn’t know what I had expected from that sweet kid of a fledgling. She had gotten me morphine, the Astrolite and even my cash back, but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to ice any of those guys. The way she had teared up when she had seen me laid out and bleeding should have told me that she hadn’t killed anyone in her entire life. And that was okay. I could do my own killing now that I was patched up.

I was looking forward to it.

That was what had me up at five AM, getting ready to whack these guys in the ugly hour before summer dawn, when even meth-heads would be dull with the need for sleep. 

Everybody had a favorite movie. For me, Tarantino movies were kind of a guilty pleasure. Loved Reservoir Dogs, even if it was a big reminder of what the hell was wrong with LA gangsters. Chaotic, cutthroat, barely a real professional among them all--and worst of all, impulsive and stupid. 

No wonder only Mr. Pink survived. The one guy from New York kept his head, and made it out the goddamn door with his life. And people wondered why I liked that movie so much. But to me, it was obvious.

That was why I grabbed the CD of the soundtrack before I even picked out my weapons. 

Those roided-out kids at the beach house were the worst of LA’s stupid-evil gangster wannabes. If they had kept an ear out for word on the street, they would already have known not to fuck with me. Instead, they were living on their own little island of ignorance, snorting their own shit and burning the most connected guy in town over a few hundred bucks. Stupid.

Even if the Boss hadn’t had a hard-line policy on what to do with problems in his city, I would have been gearing up for this little trip down the road. As it was, he still didn’t know that I’d gotten my ass beat by these guys. Otherwise, I might not have been around to take my revenge at all. But thank God, that pretty little vampire girl’s word had been as good as her soft little heart. She clearly hadn’t said anything to him.

Jesus, I hoped this city didn’t kill her before she toughened enough to survive. Sweet kid like that, I wanted to protect from all this--but the Boss wanted her running a hell of a gauntlet instead. I knew his reasons, but it was still brutal.

Yet more proof that LaCroix just wasn’t the man he used to be. Guy I used to know might have been an annoying little shit sometimes, but his first impulse wouldn’t have been to feed an innocent like that to the meat grinder out of convenience. 

I couldn’t think about that now, though. I had to strap on my vest over my sore ribs, get dressed the rest of the way, and choose my weapons. The Desert Eagle’s one-shot finality seemed like the best option. Those scumbags deserved shotgun therapy, but their range with those .38s would beat mine if I brought the boomstick.

But with the Desert Eagle, I could shoot the eye out of a Sabbat goon from across the street. Dust him in one. Normal humans? They would break like eggs. 

Perfect. I didn’t want to waste too much time putting these guys out of my misery. But I did want them to see each other die in fucking pieces.

Deep inside me, that little wellspring of vampire blood simmered away like a swallow of iced champagne caught in my chest. Sometimes, when I was good and pissed, it made things worse. Made me more angry, more…bloodthirsty. Pushed me to go a little harder than I needed to.

But this time, that little bit of Beast in me, and I, were in total fucking agreement. Nothing I did to those goddamn meth-heads was more than they deserved. And even if the rest of LA already knew the lesson, it was time to teach it again--by example. You didn’t fuck Mercurio on a deal--ever. Not if you wanted to do business here. 

Not if you wanted to survive.

I brought three clips of ammunition. One I would need, two more in case shit went south somehow. I went out to my car--still dented, still smelling faintly of blood and bleach. I needed to get it detailed, but I had burned my ready cash on that back-alley patch. It would have to wait a week. Yet another thing to piss me off as I popped in my CD and started the car.

Funny thing--I didn’t fully remember the beating, because the blow to the side of my head had come first. I knew that hit had rattled my brains, because my balance and ability to aim had gone to shit. Lucky shot. That muscle-head they used for outside security wasn’t going to get another one.

“Little Green Bag” was up, the guitar line plunking away through my speakers. Now that was one thing I could have used tonight, to cool off after killing these guys. These nights, every time I iced some asshole, it was like a shot of caffeine straight to the veins. I would end up pacing the streets for hours sometimes, like something inside me was spoiling for another fight. More blood to spill. 

Yet another reason to make this quick. I didn’t want to give that vampire blood inside me a chance to boil over.

I sometimes wondered if drinking the Boss’s blood for so long had somehow changed me permanently. It really felt like it sometimes. A wiseguy like me always felt a little separated from the ordinary people around him anyway, because none of them could ever really know or understand what we did, or why. For ghouls, it was like that too--but more so. 

But for me? After decades, it sometimes felt like I was drifting even further apart from normal folks than either group. Like I was stepping closer to Kindred than human in my head. I had looked at that fledgling, who was ready to shed tears over my battered ass without even knowing who I was, and I thought of her as just a kid. Not as a being who could have ripped me in half, even new.

God, more and more these nights I wished the Boss would just drop the other shoe and Embrace me. Instead, he had left me dangling for decades while Embracing silver-spoon rich kids who looked weirdly like him. Were his promises of Embracing me empty? Was I too street for the guy? Too dark? Too fucking tall?

Nothing the Boss did these days made any goddamn sense to me, but he didn’t used to be a liar like this, either.  I missed the old him. The one who had saved my life, way back when.

I reached the top of the hill and turned onto the row of bungalows on the bluff across from the Boardwalk. I had no idea why so many people paid so much for a cheaply-built house on a shitty, unstable pile of sand. More LA bullshit. But the one I was going to was isolated at the end of the strip, where erosion was starting to wear the bluff out from under it. 

I turned off my headlights halfway down the street, letting my eyes adjust. The side of beef who had clocked me was still standing outside. I saw the guy raise one meaty arm to stifle a yawn as I got closer.

I picked “Stuck In The Middle With You” off the CD, turned up the speakers, and hit the gas. 

My sedan raced down the street and bounced up over the curb, shattering the rotted fence out front and sending pickets flying. The bumper hit the guy low in the legs and knocked him screaming back against the bungalow’s front windows. I braked and watched him slump down the peeling clapboards, then got out, leaving my doors open and the music spilling out of them.

He was on the ground between my bumper and the wall, legs twisted in a way legs shouldn’t have ever gone. The shock hadn’t hit yet. He groaned--and then squinted up at me in dull astonishment as I drew my gun and pointed it at him.

“Remember me?” I asked him, and waited for the light of recognition to hit his eyes. It took him a few seconds of panting up at me before those little eyes widened. Then I pulled the trigger.

Inside, a commotion. Someone was yelling drunkenly to turn the TV down. A single light was on in one of the bedrooms. From the side yard, I heard barking.

I went around to the other side. I hated killing dogs. It was just bad luck that they could end up loyal to the wrong people. 

I kicked the door in without breaking stride and came in with the smell of blood and gunsmoke already in my nostrils. Scrambling in the bedrooms. Some of them were up now, shouting in alarm. 

To my left, one of the doors opened. I turned and fired through it at gut level, heard a scream and someone fall gagging on its other side. Whoever else was in that room started firing their .38 wildly out the door, striking the wall nowhere near me. They emptied their clip in under fifteen seconds.

I leaned in, eyes used to the dark, and shot the guy in the corner while he struggled to reload by touch. His head disappeared in a black spray on the wall. The smell was so bad it was like he had already been dead for a while. Was my nose getting sharper, too?

How human am I, anymore?

I gagged as I moved on from that room. But I didn’t let it slow me down. There were at least three more of them to take care of.

It didn’t take long. Three more pulls of the trigger--three bodies. Only one even got off a shot, and it bit into the doorframe by my head. I didn’t even flinch.

Then the house was quiet.

I stood there a moment, cordite smoke burning my throat, then made my sweep of that shitty little maze-like house, confirmed it was clear, and stepped outside into the warm night. I wasn’t satisfied by what I had done. I wasn’t horrified, either. I felt nothing. Not a goddamn thing.

Yeah, I was changing. Had changed. Not human, not Kindred. Stuck in the middle, on the goddamn threshold, while guys half my age and with a quarter my competence passed me by. Nothing I could do about it right now but keep going, and look for my opportunity--probably with someone besides the Boss, if I was real about it. 

But could I manage that, especially behind his back? And how?

Whimpering from the side yard caught my attention. Shit--had I fired through a wall on accident and hurt the damn dog? I went to investigate, holstering my gun.

The dog turned out to be a Rottweiler--female, so timid I knew they had been treating her like shit--and pregnant. Heavily pregnant. She looked up at me with sad black eyes, and I sighed and started picking the lock on the gate. Damn it. I can’t just leave her.

“Come on, baby. You wanna come with me?” I had no idea what I was doing with the damn dog, but if I left her here, she would starve, or get picked up by animal control and killed at the pound. 

Fortunately, she turned out to just be scared, not hurt, and followed me with a little coaxing. 

I got her into the passenger seat and closed the door afterward. She curled up down in the footwell and gave me those sad eyes again, and I sighed. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” At least I knew enough people around who really liked dogs. Nine, if I counted Knox twice for his enthusiasm.

Eight weeks or so from now, I would need a bunch of them. 

Good thing LaCroix never visited me at home. He would have been disgusted with my rescuing some dog and raising puppies. A waste of time, he would say these days. Soft. Sentimental. Messy. A sign of weakness.

“I don’t give a shit,” I growled suddenly, the fury and frustration struggling against my loyalty to the Boss like a dog pulling at a too-short leash. The Rottie whined, and I leaned down and patted her big head gently. “Sorry, baby.”

I might be getting less human…but the Boss has changed too. I don’t think he’s the right guy to be looking at for how to become a vampire. Or how to be one, period. 

It took me a minute to get my car back out of the sandy front yard. That was fine. Nobody was around, still. No one had even turned on their bedroom lights in response to the shootout. Thank God for empty vacation homes.

But then, movement caught my eye as I pulled out. I saw a wolf--not a dog, but a big, russet fucking wolf--standing by the road near the drop-off. Its steady green eyes were aimed right at me as it stood still. 

Gangrel? It had to be. Probably drawn by the gunfire.

I wondered if he knew how much I envied him. He wasn’t just powerful. He was a lot more free than I was.

But I was gonna get my chance, somehow. I just had to keep my eye out for it. 

And meanwhile, I had a new roommate to take care of. A little someone to remind me that however much the Boss’s blood had changed me, the man in me was still a better man than what he had become.

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