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#I will def be making more so I hope y’all are looking forward to that! 🙌 💕
worldlxvlys · 3 months
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pls pls write a mini lil smutty blurb fic thingy for your dealer chris series!!!
only fans
dwb! chris x reader
warnings: nsfw (don’t read if it bothers you) + mention of drugs, p in v, idk y’all it’s smut
this is based off of the dwb! chris series, the specific set of texts are here if you want to read !!
this def isn’t a blurb lmao 😭
hope you still like tho :)
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sure enough, when i opened the door chris was standing there. the look in his eyes told me that he had every intention to ruin me. fuck.
“so you gonna show me what your only fans viewers get to see?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.
“chris it was a joke, i swear i don’t have an only fans account”
“you better not” he growled as he pulled me inside and closed my door.
“bedroom. now.” he said as i followed him to my room.
“get on the bed and strip for me like the slut you are” and without a word, i did exactly that.
his gaze was intense and never strayed from my body.
slowly, i peeled off my shirt and bra. my sweats and panties following soon after.
“fucking hell ma you’re so fucking gorgeous. every fucking inch of your body is beautiful” he said as he left kisses all over my body, getting closer and closer to my heat with each kiss.
chris gave a kiss to my clit, and shoved two fingers in me.
“chris!” i moaned out in total bliss.
his pace was relentless, i was barely even able to form any words.
“yeah? you like that? i know you do baby, making such pretty sounds”
he somehow picked up speed, making me cry out even louder.
“mmmm chris feels so fucking good”
he then curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot perfectly.
“oh my gosh chris”
“who else makes you feel this good baby? huh?”
“n-no one chris, only you”
my legs started shaking and i couldn’t focus on anything other than his long, slender fingers drilling in and out of me as though they were created to do only that.
i felt the familiar knot in my stomach and knew that i was getting closer and closer.
“fuck ma, feel you clenching around my fingers. go ahead, cum all over my fingers baby”
and with that, i let go around his fingers.
before i could even catch my breath, he leaned down and licked up all of my juices.
“fuck ma, you taste so good” he said as he planted quick kisses on both of my thighs.
“you have way too many clothes on” i tell him, realizing he is fully clothed.
“let’s fix that” i said as i quickly helped rid his body of the clothing.
“want me to fuck you into your mattress now baby? or did you want me to find someone else to do it? i know how much you love to joke that you’re gonna find someone else to fuck”
“no chris, just want you”
“hmm, i think you should get on your knees and fuckin beg”
“are you serious right now chris?” i asked with a roll of my eyes.
“if you don’t want me, you don’t have to baby” he said as he reached for his boxers.
“no no, please chris! please fuck me! need you so fuckin bad right now”
“there you go baby” he said before he grabbed me by the waist, flipping me onto my stomach.
“did you want me to record this for your only fans?” he asked condescendingly.
“chris shut the fuck up and fuck me already “ i said, starting to get annoyed.
he pushed my head into my pillow, pulling my hips up so my ass was in the air.
“so fucking impatient baby” he said as he gave himself a few quick strokes and pushed his dick into me.
“holyyyy shit chris” i moaned out, surprised at his lack of warning.
“mmmmm fuck” he groaned as he bottomed out.
he then started moving at a brutal pace, again, without warning.
“fuck so good chris, fuckin love your cock so much”
“takin me so well baby, such a good fuckin girl”
he slid in and out of me so perfectly, like we were made for each other.
he leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as he kissed my neck.
“think i should mark you up some more, make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.”
“fuck yes baby, love it when you mark me up”
he began leaving kisses and leaving dark, purple marks along my neck and upper back.
he never once slowed his movements, instead picking up speed as we both got closer and closer to finishing.
“fuck ma, you gonna let me fill you with my cum?”
“yes yes, need it so fucking bad chris”
my legs start to shake again, and his thrusts turn sloppy as we approach our highs.
“fuck i’m gonna cum baby, cum with me” he says as he continues to pound into me.
as soon as i felt his cum shoot into me, i came on his cock with a loud cry.
“fuck chris”.
breathing heavily, he pulled and watched both of our juices spill out of me and onto the bed.
“so if i do start an only fans, will you fuck me like that again?”
“you’re not starting an only fans.”
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not to be cocky or anything, but why’d i kinda eat?
every single day y’all make me seem like more of a liar 😭 cause why y’all got me actually writing fics tf
lmk what you think <333
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i-love-def-leppard · 10 months
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my def leppard meet n greet experience 2023 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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a/n: this is my personal experience that actually happened to me a few months ago. it sounds crazy but it actually happened. i have never been more grateful for an experience in my life. i love the def leppard boys with my whole heart and manifest that you all get to meet them one day as well. i hope you enjoy my story time and lmk if you all would like to hear a list of my concert highlights from being right in-front of the boys (especially joe) during the concert. i love you all and hope you enjoy my attempt at putting all my thoughts into once place haha!! ❤️❤️
okay everyone! storytime.
SOOO…back in february i did the meet n greet package with def leppard and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. so, as i was waiting in line i was FREAKING out obviously!!!! when it was my sister and i’s turn to go next, they pulled back the curtain and the boys were standing right in front of us on the little platform that they stood on to maintain the 6 foot distance that they are keeping for their meet n greets (sadly because i want to shake their hands but i completely respect their choice). my heart is racing just thinking back on it.
then, i remember walking in and saying hi to all of them but i remember not being able to look away from joe. HIS EYES! they literally drew me in. they are unbelievable to see in person and are unreal. i don’t even have the words to describe it. they are cat-like if that makes any sense. ANNDDDDD he was wearing dark red which sent me over the edge! anywaysss, i walked in and my sister and i said “hi” to all of them and i was able to say a few things to them which are kinda irrelevant for this storytime but all that matters is that I MADE THEM LAUGH!!! i remember hearing sav laugh the loudest…i am so proud of myself. then after i finished briefly talking, i turned around to the camera man so he could take the pictures. i put my arm around my sister as we waited for him to finish and LET ME TELL YOU…it was SOOOO scary standing in-front of them because i knew they were all just standing behind me! the people i have been idolizing for years are just standing there. it is so intimidating but so thrilling!
to continue…the camera man says to us that he got the pictures he wanted which sadly meant it was time for us to leave. as i was walking out from the curtained off room we were in, i made sure to look behind me and walk kind of side ways so i could take them in for as long as possible. now here is where it gets good. as me and my sister were walking out i told them “thank you” and that it was so great to meet them when joe said, “bye ladies i hope you enjoy the show” as he reached out with both hands (in a little wave) and leaned forward to us. THEN…it is at this exact moment when i saw his eyes trail down my body and back up with a smirk on his face. LIKE OMG ITS GETTING HOT IN HERE YALL!!!!!!!!!!
at this point i was absolutely losing my shit and couldn’t even talk. when we left the curtain my sister goes “*my name* DID YOU SEE HOW HE LOOKED AT YOU AT THE END?!” and i said “UM YESSSS WHAT THE ACTUAL F***?!” so yeah. woah.
now guys. it’s been months since this has happened and i am still in the recovery process. like what?! i feel so lucky and grateful to have been able to meet the boys and experience that night. now i have become even more obsessed.
i cannot stress enough how sweet they were and it is so easy to tell that they are all genuinely amazing people. i have so much respect for them.
also i was able to get front and center at the barricade for the concert and joe kept looking at me and at my tits. he would look at me during the songs and i could see his eyes trail down MULTIPLE times. joe hun…you aren’t as sly as you think haha! it’s so weird to type out but it actually happened which is even crazier! and now…i know some of y’all might think i am being de-lulu but I have people to back up these occurrences. anddd my joe hoes already know that he can be a little slutty at times even at his current age. (he has had many slutty eras lol) i mean just listen to him sing pour some sugar on me during the concerts lol 😏😏
also from this, you all should take notes to wear something similar to what i wore if you want joe to notice you. because he clearly enjoyed it. i wore a low cut red cropped corset top with black leather pants and black platform boots. and yes i wore red on purpose because i knew it was joe’s favorite color. i also wore the leather pants because it gave me rockstar gf vibes and also made my butt look good lol. red long acrylic nails too!
alright. okay. wow, that was a lot of words. thanks for reading all of this if you have gotten all the way down here. this is not my usual content but i personally love hearing other people’s experiences so i figured i’d share mine. i appreciate you all!
p.s. i am super tempted to add my picture in here from the meet n greet with me and my sister but i prefer to stay anonymous. i hope you all can understand as much as i would love to show it <3
hugs and kisses to you all from i-love-def-leppard 🫶🏻
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claireandacat · 8 months
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Barbenheimer weekend!
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It’s Barbenheimer weekend and as a cinephile, I of course participated. Today was Barbie with my brother and yesterday I went to Oppenheimer. I bought shirts to wear to each one and went to my favorite theatre (I will never ever step into a chain theater with the exception of B&B bc it did start in MO where I am from)
This is a year for movies as a Wes Anderson movie and Chris Nolan movie came out this year. My two favorite directors. I know kinda contrasting. One makes serious, science-y movies and the other quirky indie films. I love them.
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I got the guy’s name tattooed on my upper back, how super fan can one get? Next I just need a Chris Nolan tattoo and my super fan status will be extended 😂
I’ll start by talking about Barbie, now I’m not much of a fan of chick flicks, they’ve never really appealed to me but hey I’ve played with a Barbie or 10 in my childhood so this movie should be fun.
It was a fun movie. Margot Robbie was amazing as Barbie. The 2001 beginning scene was an awesome touch. I love that Will Farrell is the Mattel CEO. He is always so funny and dramatic with roles such as that.
I still liked Oppenheimer more.
I’m a HUGE fan of Cillian Murphy and have been waiting for Oppenheimer since I heard Cillian would be the star of the movie. Cillian is also in my top hot actors list, I’ve been in love with the guy since I saw 28 Days Later when I was 16.
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I mean, have you seen the guy? He is up there with Sebastian Stan and Daniel Brühl in my opinion. 😍😍😍
Maybe I should make a post about my favorite hot actors?
Back to the subject at hand, Oppenheimer was a MASTERPIECE. Nolan never fails to disappoint. It is 3 hours long to do get a quiet fidget toy. I was pretty focused on the movie so it wasn’t too much of a problem. My favorite theater has a bar so I often saw people getting up for a 2nd and third drink based on the amount of cans I heard opening.
That’s what I hate about ASD you get in the focus of something and then you hear some measly background noise and the focus is gone.
Y’all Josh Peck makes an appearance.
I want to point out the scenes where Oppenheimer is overwhelmed/getting a sensory overload. I read another article that Nolan wanted to really capture what it’s really like to be in that situation. Like really really be in that situation. As someone that often (well not as often now that I left a stressful job) experiences being overwhelmed or a sensory overload Nolan was spot on. Especially with the amount of stress and trauma Oppie endured, the sounds and cinematography of it really had you feeling it. Heck for a minute I was feeling the feels of stress, anxiety and burnout I was feeling at my previous job.
I would definitely recommend doing some reading on the Manhattan Project before seeing. There is lots of awesome videos explaining the whole story. It will definitely give you a better understanding of the events unfolding.
Also, want to give a shout out to Gary Oldman (like he would see this post 😅) for playing president Truman the president from my home state and I even live half an hour away from his hometown 😂 and went to a school named after him. Oldman def got that Midwestern accent down 😂
I always forget that it was Truman that signed off on the big kaboom boom to go down. Makes me wanna say, way to go MO! We got buildings, streets, and schools named after this guy 😂 *I’m joking, the events of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were tragic*
I am definitely looking forward to seeing Oppenheimer again. I’ve yet to see it with my dad who is also a fan of Chris Nolan’s work. Heck the guy had not one but two professors that were involved in the Manhattan Project when he was at KU back in the early to mid eighties.
RIP my bank account buying all these movie tickets and snacks 😅
I hope you all can get a chance to participate in Barbenheimer fun this weekend.
Happy Friday!
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writinandcrying · 1 year
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Hey! You're still doing ROTTMNT matchups, yeah? If so, could I tell you a bit about me? I'm agender and I have a brutally honest and fiery personality. My friends say that my best qualities are my honesty and my passion. I'm generally a jokester and a huge nerd for bad shark movies and ghostbusters. I often find myself correcting my friends and family on politics or random useless trivia. I get snappy at people, however, due to my passions and stuff. My love language is acts of service. Ty! :D
You got it :)
I match you with..
Cassandra
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P.s: I was battling between her and loathsome Leonard as well!! I think both appreciate a fiery / passionate partner >:)
I usually love opposite attract tropes, but in this case Cass needs someone who can handle some heat. I LOVE partners in crime/ fire x fire tropes for her, she def falls for passionate people, so you would definitely call her attention out, specially if your first encounter was you being brutally honest / calling someone bullshit out, wouldn’t be able to think anything but “oh they are hot lol- hell yeah tell them babe” over how frank you can be
She doesn’t really understand the love for bad shark movies/ ghostbusters at first, until she agrees to watch it with you, teasing and joking about it was way more funny then she imagined to be, weirdly enough she starts looks forward in your hangouts, if you ever decide to tease her about it she will meet you with the same intensity (and a punch on your shoulder over teasing her)
Feels like she’s in a rollercoaster with you, absolutely ADORES that you are so passionate about things your love and care, your friends, do you know when you feel there’s a fire inside of you and lights up just by seeing someone you like? That’s how she feels around you, it’s addicting to say the least
Y’all might bark at each other once in a while with both being intense, but in kinda comical how you both can make up so easily as well, I think you two just understand each other, the type of relationship you finally feel understood, that you don’t have to change for anyone, you are both enough for eachother, to the point she knows she can open up her vulnerability with you, and hopes you feel as safe to do the same. happiness just comes along wih the whole relationship
She knows you can defend yourself, but you bet she’s gonna make whoever-decides-to-mess-with-you lifes MISERABLE (endearing and scary at the same time)
Overall: Cassandra meets you eye to eye, your relationship is ardent, honest, intense, but really fun!
Hope you liked it! Match ups are closed (for now)
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jadore-andor · 1 year
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I posted 1,949 times in 2022
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My Top Posts in 2022:
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Needles and Pins
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PAIRING: Billy Russo x Reader (I think it’s pretty unintentionally GN, it just worked out that way, but I might be wrong??)
WORD COUNT: Just at 1.1K. I wanted to write more, but work and the holidays just made that impossible. So here’s a little snack that I def plan to expand on later!
RATING: Teen, I guess? There’s some language and a little bit of ~tension~ if you squint. 
WARNINGS: Not much, just mentions of fighting/sparring and a hint of knife play.
A/N: First off, I want to apologize to @my-day6​ for this being super late! I thought I was going to be able to craft you a masterpiece, but my life has been pretty upside down since my surgery in November and I just did not have the time. Now that the new year is here, maybe I’ll be able to write you an update that is up to my own standards! I hope you like it anyway and I hope your holidays were fantastic! 
Thanks to @the-purity-pen and @flightlessangelwings​ for hosting such a fun fic exchange! Y’all are amazing! <3
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You lay there, sweaty and panting, as you tried to force the air back into your lungs. You stretched your hands above your head, wiping the sweat from your brow and flattening your legs to the mat beneath you. A mirthless chuckle came from somewhere to your right as the toe of a black boot tapped your ribs, eliciting a grunt.
“Get up, recruit. I’m not paying you to take a nap.”
“You’re not paying me yet, Russo,” you peeked at him, raising a brow. “I just need a moment to catch my breath.”
He crouched down to your level, careful not to make eye contact, and spoke low near your ear.
“I didn’t realize when I hired you that I’d have to hold your hand through the entire process. How about you let me know when you’re ready to continue working and maybe we’ll get you caught up to the rest of the team, yeah?”
He stood suddenly, without offering to help you up, and stalked off towards another struggling recruit. Your blood practically boiling in your veins, you couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t as hard on any of the other team members. You dropped your head back to the mat with a huff, cursing yourself for taking this job before pushing yourself to your feet with a groan.
Billy kicked the team’s ass for the rest of the afternoon, continuing to keep an annoyingly close eye on you as you ran through different drills. After he’d pointed out what felt like your 10th mistake in 20 minutes, you’d had enough. You could feel the day’s anger quickly taking over your body as the team began to choose sparring partners. You stepped forward, muscling past a few of the recruits to get to the center, and Billy’s eyebrows shot up when he took in the look of determination on your face.
“I pick you, Russo.” Squaring your shoulders, you faced him directly with your hands on your hips and steel behind your eyes. He chuckled, exchanging a glance with one of his partners and returned your gaze, adding an element of something you could only describe as predatory. He considered you for a moment, mimicking your stance with his hands on his hips, before shrugging his shoulders in agreement.
“Alright, sweetheart… it’s your choice,” he raised his hands in mock surrender before pointing a long finger directly in your face. “But I’m not gonna take it easy on you.”
“I think I can handle it.”
“Great! Now everyone stop holding your dicks and get to work,” he said with a clap of his hands and addressing you with a jerk of his head. “Follow me.”
Confused, you walked with him to the rear of the warehouse. There were additional sparring mats set up in the corner and you realized quickly that he was trying to separate the two of you from the rest of the group, presumably to spare himself the embarrassment of getting his ass kicked. You began to roll your neck and shoulders out, releasing all of the nervous energy and preparing yourself to face him when you caught sight of his figure out of the corner of your eye.
He grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt and began to peel it off, not-so-quickly pulling down the thin t-shirt as it came with it. The brief flash of skin this awarded was enough to make your throat go dry and your breath to catch in your chest. A little too late, you realized that you were staring. He seemed to take notice and tossed you a cool smirk as he turned to face you, hands clasped in front of him as he waited, the familiar cheshire grin plastered on his face.
“We gonna fight it out or are you just gonna stand there objectifying me?”
“You wish, Russo,” you said with a shake of your head. “I was just thinking about how satisfying it’s gonna be to knock you down a peg.”
He stepped forward, crowding into your space and meeting your eyes with his. Something in the atmosphere switched and suddenly there was no playful smirk, no sneaky glint in his eye. You swallowed hard, a little unsure if this would end the way you wanted it to. Billy Russo was a dangerous man and you knew that. Maybe you’d been too quick to get on his bad side.
“If you don’t stop running your mouth and do the job I hired you for, you can pack your shit and get out. I don’t need to risk you putting the rest of the team in danger with your ego.”
You didn’t realize you’d shoved him until he stumbled backwards, taken aback by the breach of etiquette, but immediately squaring up to fight in earnest. Your next swing missed as he ducked out of the way, catching your arm and twisting it behind your back. His breath was hot on your neck when he whispered against the shell of your ear.
“You gotta work on not telegraphing your moves. Saw that swing coming from a mile away.” His knee found the back of yours and you dropped to the mat with a grunt. Rolling onto your back, you looked up at his looming form, hating the way he seemed to be enjoying tossing you around like nothing. The look on his face was one of pure entertainment and it made you see red.
In a flash, you had tangled your legs with his, twisting yourself as hard as you could muster and relishing in the sound of his crashing to the mat. Before he could react, you climbed on top of him and pinned his legs with your own. The knife flashed from the sheath at your waist to the skin of his neck in half a second and you grinned down at him, watching as his Adam’s Apple moved gingerly against the dull edge of the blade.
“Your first mistake was underestimating me, Sir,” you sneered, gently adding more pressure to the blade. “The second was wasting time gloating and leaving yourself vulnerable.”
“Well you see, sweetheart,” he was straining against the blade now, pressing his nose to yours and practically snarling. You became acutely aware of something hard pressed against your side and looked down to see his hand gripping the hilt of a large knife, the butt digging into your rib cage. “This was all part of my plan to finally get you on top of me.”
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93 notes - Posted January 1, 2022
#4
I love your Steve Harrington so much! If you're taking requests could I maybe get some Steve and reader after hours at the video store?? Fluffy smutty whatever you want!
😍🥹 I'm assuming you're here from Dancing in the Dark since it's the only Steve content I've released so far - thank you so much for reading it!
Have this, as a treat!
Be Kind, Rewind
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PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
RATING: T
WORDS: 4K
WARNINGS: Nothing really. A little making out, some cursing, light angst. NO y/n.
A/N: It's just like me to look at something for too long and end up hating it, but then I send it to my beta genius @acrossthesestars and she talks me off the ledge. This is my first time writing Steve on my own, so be gentle!
(dividers by @silkholland)
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148 notes - Posted June 29, 2022
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The Hollow House
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PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
SUMMARY: It was supposed to be a romantic getaway. No phones, no distractions, no Spider-Man... until it all went to hell. Written for @liz-allyn's 900 follower fic prompt celebration! Thank you so much for the tag and I hope I nailed this creepy thing lol
WORDS: About 2070
RATING: Teen.
WARNINGS: Some swearing, mild violence, nothing too crazy.
BRIEF A/N: I am coming in just over the wire with this one. I may come back and make the post prettier later. For now, this is as neat as I could get it. Thanks to @acrossthesestars for taking a super urgent last minute look at this for me! <3
“Oh my god, Peter!” Your fingers curled around the key tucked into your palm, excitement threatening to bubble over inside you. “No way!”
You couldn’t believe it; Peter had come home and presented you with the key, telling you all about the romantic getaway he had planned for the two of you. His boss had offered him use of his river house and the two of you were going to spend an entire weekend in absolute solitude. No phones, no tv, no Spider-Man. 
Peter took your face in his hands, delicately sliding his thumb over your cheek, and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. 
“I know things have been crazy lately, Bug. I think some time away will be good for us,” he said. 
You nodded in agreement. 
You wouldn’t say that you and Peter had been fighting so much as bickering over small stuff - like laundry. Because of course Peter had made himself a new suit and of course he had forgotten to separate it and turned all of your white towels a sickly shade of purple. 
He was right. Getting away from it all was going to be good for you both. 
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The drive to the river house was a short one. Just far enough to get away from the bustle of the city, but close enough that you could still see the city skyline as a speck on the horizon. You weren’t so far out that you didn’t still hear the droning of planes flying overhead, circling for their turn to land. 
As you walked inside, you noticed quickly that the place didn’t see much use. A thick layer of dust covered all the surfaces and you had to cough it out of your lungs as you disturbed it with your entry. The particles hung in the air, dancing lazily in the filtered sunlight as you turned to Peter, wrapping your arms around his neck. 
“It’s cool, right? Do you like it?” He glanced at you hopefully, insecurity flashing behind his eyes as you pretended to take in the room around you. 
“Well…” you screwed up your face in mock concentration and Peter jostled you in his arms, telling you to stop being a jerk. “I love it, babe. It’s perfect.” 
“You know, they say this place is haunted,” he said, a devilish grin on his face. You looked at him quizzically and he continued. “Apparently the local legend is that you can hear someone screaming in the middle of the night. Really eerie stuff.”
“Oooh, well I guess it’s a good thing I have a real-life superhero to protect me then.”
You gave him a drawn out dramatic kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, coming up for air with a sigh. 
“Alright,” he said, letting you go and turning you towards your suitcases. “Let’s get these put away so we can explore.” 
As you bent over to pick up your duffel bag, Peter’s hand landed firmly on your ass cheek with a loud crack. Hearing your gasp, he took off quickly toward the bedroom, backpack in hand. 
“Peter Benjamin Parker! You’re gonna pay for that!” You left your bag on the floor and took off behind him, careful not to knock anything over as you tore through the unfamiliar house. 
When you finally reached the bedroom, Peter was standing stock-still, his gaze fixed on the wall above the head of the bed. You followed his gaze, eyes growing wide as you took in the scene in front of you. 
There were five long scratch marks etched into the wood of the wall where a headboard would usually go. It looked as if a very large creature had taken a giant swipe at the wall in a fit of rage. You started to move closer when Peter’s hand flew to your wrist, holding you back. 
“Peter what-“ you turned to face him, finding him in the same position, eyes glued to the marks in an unwavering stare. “I’m sure it’s fine! I bet they removed the headboard and got a few scratches in the wall. That’s all.”
You placed a hand on his shoulder to turn him toward you, his eyes lingering on the wall before finding yours. 
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150 notes - Posted September 13, 2022
#2
“This was our forever.” with Cassian. MAKE IT HURT MARY
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You are an evil, evil little witch... I love it. 😈
I switched up the prompt just a little but the concept is the same. Here's some pain.
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180 notes - Posted February 12, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Right Now You're Mine
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pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader
words: 5.7K
warnings: 18+ content, cursing, drunk guys refusing to take "no" for an answer (not Peter), college/post-college aged reader & Peter
a/n: so i was listening to "Skin to Skin" by Movements and couldn't get the idea of tumultuous on and off relationship with Peter out of my head, this is the outcome of that. i recommend listening to it before or after reading! thanks as always to my forever beta @acrossthesestars for editing this into something legible. i am nothing without you 🖤
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herdarkandquietspace · 7 months
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1st of every month I try to check in on my health goals by measurements and review. Last month (July) review was horribly disappointing and discouraging. August only had 1.5 pounds lost, but I did have 5 inches lost (overall, and omg the higher percent went from boobs which sucks but is how I work 🤦‍♀️). So while it would be nice to see faster movement, at least there is movement. I credit the cinnamon tea 4x/week as likely, as my glucose has gotten a little better too. Those charts, top is weight and bottom is glucose.
August saw me add the cinnamon tea and some whole carbs back a little (not a lot, still stay around 50-60 carbs a day at most). It also had less walking I think bc of the intense heat. Def less hiking. I just can’t do it with the perimenopausal sweating. But Sept should see an improvement in that. I’m also hoping the changes I am making for the MTHFR variant thing may help get the scale moving a little too, we’ll see.
I have also emptied a great deal of my closet. More shorts than anything, but even some loose shorts are going, after I saw a reflection of me wearing them the other day. Despite the tied waist mostly keeping them up, and not being able to have my phone in my pocket, they looked soooo baggy. While I have only lost 3 inches on my waist since I started measuring a few months ago, I’ve lost 5 inches on my hips. And my apple-ish shape already has thinner legs. So it makes sense. 🤷‍♀️ I also realized most of the shorts for exercise and hiking that I have bought don’t have pockets. 🤦‍♀️ Whyyyyy would I buy them without pockets. Whyyyyy do they even make clothes without pockets. Useless. 🙄
Random, that moon 🌕 tho. 😻 Still feeling that blue moon energy, altho thankfully less than yesterday. This was an energetic one. My dreams don’t need help y’all. 😏 Lets move forward and find a little more emotional stability again. 🥺
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sketchingtons · 3 years
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Bi Tim Nation how we feelin!! 🙌 💕
Honestly this issue of Urban Legends delivered more than I had dared to hope for-and I have now subsequently fixated onto Tim and Bernard, so I hope you’re ready for more of that content! ✨
I swear that Tim’s line “He still looks…He looks…” when he first sees Bernard again has been playing on repeat in my brain all day, so I absolutely had to do a redraw-and I dialed the Shoujo Manga aesthetic up to 100% because why not? 😌💅✨
Really excited to see where this storyline goes, both for Tim’s personal and vigilante identity-the next issue can’t come fast enough!
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elysianslove · 3 years
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so after reading the sub megumi x yuuji x reader drabble i cant help but think about how megumi def is a switch and he kinda comes to a lil and realizes whats going on and flips the table on the reader and yuuji and yeah.... imma just sit in this corner😁
omg pls i love switch dynamics so much😭😩
pls megumi is SUCH a switch. i just know he’d able to dominate and control both you and yuuji so easily, you’ll be cowering beneath his gaze and obeying everything. ugh anyways here’s a drabble bc im weak for this dynamic and everything about it 
trigger warnings; d/s dynamics, choking, sex toys, orgasm denial, threesome stuff, possible grammar and spelling mistakes lol
“you think this shit is funny?” 
funny isn’t the adjective you’d use to describe you and yuuji’s situation at the moment, or megumi’s state either, but if it’s the word that will make megumi’s words bite harsher, sting deeper, then you’re tempted. awfully so. 
you’re on your knees, the hard wood of the floor digging into your skin painfully. you’re already feeling humiliated enough as is, body naked and trembling in the cold of the room, goosebumps riddling your breasts and nipples perky and hard, that you can’t find it in you to complain. 
similarly, yuuji sits to your left on his knees, but his state is much worse than yours. he’s been reduced to tears, sniffling and chest heaving as his lungs race to catch a steady breath. his thighs and abs are spasming, and his entire body is endlessly shivering. his chest, along with his neck and face, is flushed red, and you don’t blame him, not with what he’s been enduring. yuuji’s lower lip trembles and quivers, and he nearly doubles over as a buzzing fills the room. his hands are bound behind his back tightly, so much that you can see his arms bulge and strain as he pulls and struggles lightly. the buzzing increases in speed and volume, and in response, yuuji throws his head back, wailing loudly, his back arching as he pushes himself up on his knees. 
you watch, entranced, as yuuji’s cock bobs desperately, thick and leaking pathetically. from above you, where he sits on the bed right across from you, megumi tuts, and spreads his legs wider. you can see the bulge straining against the navy blue formal trousers, his cock borderline twitching at the sight of you, on your knees so obedient, and yuuji, so desperate for him.
“yuuji, settle down,” megumi dismisses, as if bored and exasperated. 
yuuji howls, sniffing loudly as he forces himself on his knees. “can’t,” he cries. “please, fuck, let me cum. please, please, megumi, please.” 
megumi cocks his head to the side, as if barely sparing either of you any thought, and his deadpan, unimpressed expression makes you clench your thighs, embarrassed to feel the slick coating them. finally, after a few moments of yuuji’s broken moaning, megumi sighs, and turns to you. “sit on his cock,” he instructs, and you don’t even think twice before you’re scrambling up and crawling towards yuuji. he turns to yuuji next, and adds, “cum before she does and i won’t be so nice.” 
yuuji’s whimper dissolves into a small whine and sob, but he still nods helplessly, he still lowers himself onto his ass, spreading his legs to allow you to sit more comfortably on his lap. the vibrator inside him shifts, but it’s buzzing has been reduced significantly, mercifully, thankfully, so much that when you quickly rush to sink down on him, he’s able to bite down a whimper. 
your slippery cunt barely brushes against the flushed head of his cock when a large hand slips into your hair, twisting and knotting and gripping it so harshly and pulling you back that your head tilts back, forcing you to face up. you’re met with megumi’s glare, a disappointed grimace on his lips. 
“don’t hurt yourself, stupid slut,” he warns, releasing your hair a little so that your head tilts forward again. his fingers remain in your hair though, and beneath you, yuuji looks at the both of you with stars in his eyes. “you’re this hungry for cock?” he sighs, but the soothing pat of his hand against your head as you slowly grind your cunt along the tip of yuuji’s cock is praise enough. “slow, slow— slow.”
you do as he says, head falling back to glance at him as yuuji’s cock finds your entrance, nodding and whimpering while you sink down as slow as you can manage. megumi maintains eye contact with you, gaze only faltering to glance at yuuji and between you where your cunt is swallowing the pink haired boy’s cock. bit by bit, yuuji fills you up, and god it’s such a stretch. you can tell you’re too tight, by the way you’re endlessly spasming and clenching around the thick cock, by the way yuuji’s hips barely, just barely, lift up, by the way his muscles strain and tense. 
while you loved the harsh treatment megumi provides you, the mean tugs and the humiliating words and the stinging slaps, yuuji thrived off of praise. the threat from earlier rings loud and clear in his ears, and it takes his all not to cum the moment you sit all pretty and full on his lap. 
and it all shatters when megumi’s other hand reaches over around you, grasping at your throat and squeezing so tightly that you moan terribly loud and clench down awfully around yuuji. it’s so unexpected and sudden that yuuji is given not one second to process anything before his eyes are rolling back and he’s spilling inside of your tight cunt. it’s sudden for you too, the feel of him coating your inner walls so sloppily, and you gasp. 
megumi’s hand tightens around your throat angrily as cum spills down yuuji’s cock, oozes from your cunt and drips onto his lap. 
“you never learn do you?” 
yuuji’s still trembling from the aftershocks, sighing and delirious, his eyelids fluttering and soft moans tumbling from his lips. you feel your clit throb— god, you might cum just as simply too. 
at yuuji’s unresponsive state, megumi snarls, pushing your head back again and ordering you, “use his cock; i don’t care if it’s soft. make yourself cum.” 
his words send yuuji in a frenzy, and the latter sits up straighter again, his eyes widening. “wait!” 
but you’ve already starting moving. 
“fuck— fuck, m’sensitive— fuck!” 
megumi’s lightly praising you, ignoring yuuji’s cries and begging, as you ride yuuji’s half hard cock, bouncing on his lap eagerly. 
“can i—” your voice cracks as you feel your body tense up and your limbs start to lock. “can i touch myself— pleasepleaseplease.” 
yuuji’s loudly crying now, noisily wailing and sobbing as you use him, watching with hazy eyes as you ride him. “so, so pretty,” he mumbles in a low voice, breath catching in his throat as you meet his eyes. 
megumi’s voice is shockingly and unexpectedly close as he whispers, “yeah, go on, touch yourself.” 
as your hand quickly lowers to between your thighs, yuuji’s mouth falls agape, and his hands tighten into fists. the pain from his sensitivity is bleeding into pleasure, especially with how sloppy and tight your cunt is around him, wet from your arousal and his cum from his previous orgasm. as you rub at your clit, furiously and messily, yuuji’s hips start to rise to meet yours, while megumi’s hands lower to your breasts, tugging and pinching at your nipples. 
your eyes cross as you babble, “gonna cum— please, can i cum? can i cum— ugh— fuck,” and megumi’s lean fingers pinch harder. 
“what do you think, yu?” he wonders lazily, casting a glance at yuuji. the pink haired boy stares up at him dumbfounded, his eyes falling to you momentarily, pained and desperate, before they fly back up to meet megumi’s again. “think she should cum?” 
yuuji’s nods are slow and careful, and he hears you sigh and sag a little in relief while megumi hums in amusement, before the latter twists his head towards you, and whispers, “well, go on then.” 
as if you’ve been trained for years on this, the band within you snaps upon his command, and your legs shake helplessly on yuuji’s lap, your tits bouncing as your body shakes. around yuuji’s cock, your cunt spams and creams, and above him, your eyes roll back and your mouth parts, your back arching. megumi’s voice is distant, as is yuuji’s whimpering, and it’s only when megumi’s lifting you up from yuuji’s lap as if you were merely a rag doll do you realize yuuji’s cock had hardened fully. 
you’re tossed on the bed, but not in the direction you’ve expected, with your head near the edge instead of the pillows. still recovering from your strong orgasm, you don’t properly process what’s happening until you see the two boys on either side of you, and until you hear megumi say in warning, “you cum last,” before you feel his cock nudge at your sensitive cunt, and yuuji’s sloppy and cum covered cock brush against your lips. 
holy shit is tonight going to be long. 
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end note; okay i actually don’t know if that’s good or not but i hope it’s as good as it seems in my head hvwjsjdhw and i hope y’all enjoyed 😼
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Pride Celebration Day 26: Flames
Boba Fett x afab!reader x Din Djarin (smut with no pronoun use, no y/n) Word count: 744
Notes/Warnings: Smut 18+ only! Bisexual threesome/thruple, dom!Boba, sub!Din, fluffy smut. I love this truple so much, I def need to write more of them in the future! I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I’m not doing taglists for the pride event but the masterlist is pinned on my page!
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Tattooine was such a desolate planet. It always felt so lonely whenever you found yourself there, but at the same time it was almost freeing in a way. Sometimes the miles and miles of nothingness was liberating, especially when you found yourself in the middle of the desert with your two Mandalorians with no one else around. You all were led to the desolate planet in search of a bounty, but after spending an entire day in the desert, you all had come up empty, so you decided to make camp for the night to rest and try again in the morning.
The fire in the middle of your makeshift camp was the only light in eyesight, and the noises from the three of you were the only sounds around. Yes, sometimes the vast nothingness was freeing, especially when you, Din and Boba felt more frisky and couldn’t keep your hands off each other.
Din laid on his back, his body stripped of his armor save for his helmet while your hands roamed all over his chest. You bounced on his cock on top of him as you pinched his nipples in the way that you knew drove him wild. And Boba knelt behind you as he rammed into Din with the same speed that you rode him. From behind you, Boba peppered kisses and little bites along your neck and shoulder and he savored how the light from the fire lit up your bodies.
“A man could get used to this sight,” Boba comments in a low, husky growl as he slammed into Din. His hands stayed on your body as he kneaded your breasts and rolled your nipples between his fingers.
Panting could be heard from under Din’s helmet as he ran his hands up and down the sides of your body, “F-fuck…” he moaned as the sensations from both you and Boba fucking him started to overwhelm him in the best way possible. 
“Din…” you whispered his name in a soft sigh, and even though he still kept his helmet on, you definitely felt his gaze on you. 
The way your breasts bounced while you rode him. The look on both yours and Boba’s faces while you both fucked him so good. The way the light from the flames shadowed you both so beautifully. Din knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
He dug his hands into your hips as he suddenly came with a loud groan. Your name and Boba’s were repeated in a prayer as Din spilled himself inside you. His chest rose and fell in deep, rapid breaths as you and Boba worked him through his climax.
Unable to keep yourself up right any longer, you fell back against Boba's broad chest, and you closed your eyes as he immediately wrapped an arm around you to keep you flush against him. Boba’s other hand stayed on Din’s hip with a need to feel connected to both of you at the same time.
“Your turn next, love,” Boba grunted into your ear and he grinned against your skin when you let out the most sinful moan at his words.
Din watched as you stilled yourself on his cock and instead rocked your hips gently. Once he took a moment to catch his breath, Din reached out to you and rubbed your clit with one hand while he held onto Boba’s hand on your hip with the other. 
“I…” you threw your head back as your own climax crashed over you like a wave. You trembled between your two Mandalorians as you moaned and shook with the intensity of your orgasm, and the two men watched in awe, like they did every single time you came for them. 
That was when Boba couldn’t hold back anymore, and he thrust even harder into Din and let go himself. He held tight to both of you as he rocked against your bodies and came inside Din. You collapsed forward and landed on Din with a grunt while Boba leaned back and took in the sight of both of you in front of him.
Your relationship was brought on by convenience at first, but it quickly turned into something much more for all three of you. Boba couldn’t help the slight smile on his face as he watched as the light of the flames danced across both yours and Din’s skin. Yes, being in the desert all alone wasn’t all bad sometimes.
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jozhenji · 2 years
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no one asked but uh...I wanna ship my moots
it’s not gonna be everyone but consider this part 1 I guess hehe 💕
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@refreshing-fern hear me out: Kuroo. I just know this man is a lovesick idiot for you. He’s a total brat, constantly teasing you, but he does it with literal hearts in his eyes cuz he’s so obsessed with you and making sure you feel loved and secure and special. He knows when to be serious tho, and is more than willing to sit down with you and help develop plans or make bigger decisions. He’ll give his opinions but always make sure you understand and choose what ever you feel most confident and comfortable with. As long as he’s by your side while you thrive, he’s content 💘
@yourtamaki you probably could’ve guessed this but Todo. 100% Todo. He lives for your pleasure babe, wants nothing more than to see you taken care of and no way in hell is he gonna let anyone else do that for you. Always so proud to show you off and brag about your accomplishments too, his friends know all about you before they’ve even met you. He’s so excited to be yours and hopes you feel the same 💕
@arlertbabe Sandie my love. I need you to know how much I love you and Erwin. He’s so in love with you, and has been looking forward to your future together since the first date. You can lean on each other and be a true team, always supporting each other’s goals and endeavors. I’m helping him plan the proposal rn, so pls make me your maid of honor 💝
@gg9183 Gray I’m not gonna lie, I totally do ship you with Akiteru. I think you two would be exemplify what true love really looks and feels like, and you’d have so many inside jokes and little things you celebrate so that every day feels brand new. Also I think you’d be able to sass Kei back really well and that would earn you a lot of respect and admiration from both brothers 💞
@nishiannoya what would you do if I said Reigan and left it at that? Idk anything about him tho so I can’t be sure 😝 what I am sure of is you deserve someone playful who keeps you on your toes, and that’s def Makki. He’s willing to try anything and everything with you, go exciting places, but can also be counted on for calm and quiet after long stressful days. He knows how hard you work and is a source of constant support, always there to reassure you 💖
@patchworkpuzzle eeeeee okay Patchy listen!! I seriously ship with you Shoto!! I think he’s a complete romantic, makes room for your stuff after the first time you visit. Thinks of you as his home, and desperately hopes you always feel the same about him. He’s quiet and soft and secure, and he always makes sure you feel his love for you, especially how much it grows with each day 💗
@melodramaticmatter my dear, technically this means we’re not in-laws when I ship you with Suga, but you’re still stuck with me. I think both of you have the capacity to be chaotic little gremlins, but there’s always a sense of serenity too! The best balance possible between wild and chill is achieved super easily. He shows his love with big acts and small services, and everything in between. He’s someone you can talk to about anything, and I kinda hc that y’all start as good friends before taking it further “just to see what happens.” Spoiler: it goes further than either of y’all anticipated but you both know it’s meant to be 💓
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unstoppableforcce · 3 years
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—CHAPTER TWO: little things
pairing: Javier Peña x f! reader
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a/n: a little look back in time, a little insight into what’s going on, a lot of pain and angst but maybe some hope ? these two a easily carving out a place in my heart, I hope y’all are as invested as I am bc there is def more to come
Falling in love with Javier had happened pretty fast. 
It wasn’t the exact moment you saw him, but it may as well have been. 
There was a gorgeous kind of levity to him as he hid his laughter behind the neck of the bottle of beer dangling so casually from his grip, a beautiful kind of stoicism to him as the mood around the table died off and the blonde man sat beside him pulled himself to his feet, tossed a few bills down and shuddered him with a sturdy hit to the shoulder. He surveyed the crowd out of what seemed to be genuine curiosity, scanning the field just like all the single men seemed to be, but there was a reverence in the delicious color of his deep eyes, something you didn’t know how to quantify as they landed on you. There was a depth to him that words could just never come close to describing. 
Maybe it would have saved you a lot of hurt if you had turned away the second you caught sight of him across the bar, but even at his worst, even as you cradled yourself, desperate for warmth beneath the thick woven stitch of the dark tones of the afghan blanket thrown over your shoulders, you couldn’t really imagine doing it different. 
No one made you grab your glass and meet him at the bar. It was all you. 
You just couldn’t help yourself. You just had an eye for beauty, you couldn’t look away. 
“Would I mind if you took a picture of me… I’ve got to be honest, baby, that’s quite a line.” His chuckle was like honey and god, two second in and you were ready to drown in it. 
He didn’t leave you an inch of personal space and you wouldn’t have it any other way as he crowded you into the bar counter, a hidden smirk growing beneath his distinct mustache. A fleeting touch along your back as you laughed into his radiating warmth, a graze of his knuckles against your knee and thigh, the careful brush of his hand against yours as he forwarded your newest drink your way; this man knew what he was doing and who were you to fight what you wanted. 
Another sip, another gasping inhale. “I’m serious… there’s something about you.”
“Something about me… you look in a mirror recently? If anyone here is special, it isn’t me…” He knew what he was doing. 
It should have bothered you how practiced it sounded, how easy it was for the words to leave his lips, but his presence was practically a drug, leaving you just short of catching your breath, leaving your head floating on another cloud. 
It had been a long day, a long exhausting day of being alone, and yeah, he looked like a mistake on two legs from a mile away, but it was just too easy to lean into him instead of standing on your own. 
Another drink. Another touch. He moved his stool impossibly closer, pressing the length of his jean-clad thigh along the length of your own, his hand resting heavy and without hesitation on your knee. 
“How about this…” He hummed, sipping at the last dregs of his glass as he heard the bartender signal for last call across the bar. “You come home with me and I’ll let you take as many pictures of me if you want…”
“Promise?”
The two of you didn’t even make it to the parking lot. 
His hands were everywhere. Firm and resolute on your hips, pinning you back into the wall. Adventurous and grounding, scaling the length of your thighs and up your sides. Warm, gentle, comfortable and… and absolutely intoxicating, like the drinks you had been steadily drowning for the last few hours had meant nothing. Lightheaded didn’t come close to adequately describing it anymore, your head was floating away from you but his hands were everywhere else, keeping you on the ground and keeping you steady even as each press of his lips threatened to send you soaring. 
“Javi…” his name was new on your tongue, but you could get used to it, letting it fall like a prayer from your lips. You wanted more of him, as much as you could get your hands on. His shoulders, his neck, his hair, his back, his waist—
He stopped your hands inches from the gun in his waistband. “Baby…” 
“Hmm?”
His head pulled back, lazily, deliriously enticed by the taste of your lips but not so much so that he wasn’t aware of where his gun was, where the two of you were. “Let me take you home.”
Things were never supposed to get serious. It was meant to be one night, maybe two, a few rounds of mind-blowing sex, a few pictures stolen in the moonlight, maybe even in the morning light, but nothing more. If you knew what you were getting into, maybe you would have thought twice, maybe you would have hesitated before you let him undress you in the backseat of his car, and again before you let him take you on his couch, and in his bed… It was never supposed to be real. 
He was never supposed to be a man you lived with, a man you trusted. 
You were never supposed to be curled up on the couch, equal parts furious and desperate to be held by him just one more time. There was never supposed to be any pain or heartbreak, not like this. It was supposed to be mindless fun. 
You had just felt so alone, and the way he held you tight told you he felt the same. In that moment, that was all that seemed to matter. It wasn’t supposed to be real. 
“What’s your favorite picture?” The words swirled from his lips in a smoky kind of honey, rough around the edges but almost gentle as they floated through the air, following his stare to find you perched by the window, camera pressed to your eye. 
“That I’ve ever taken?”
“Not necessarily.”
He hadn’t struck you as the type for mindless small talk, not at the bar where he eased your mind with simple answers about who he was and why he was in Colombia, not in any of the quiet moments in between rolling off of you and lighting a cigarette. But he sounded serious. He was seriously asking. 
With a languid turn back to where he sat, perched upright against a mountain of pillows, a collection of sheets covering a meager amount of his lap and legs, with a cigarette dangling carefully from his lips, you turned the lens hesitantly his way, snapping a picture before he could protest. “This one.”
His smirk quickly upturned, jostling the cigarette. Amusement was a good look on him. “Yeah?” 
Maybe everything was a good look on him. 
“No, wait…” you snapped another picture, “This one.”
No. It wasn’t a smirk, it was a smile. You took one more picture, and he just chuckled into the smoke billowing from his lips. 
It was a good smile. 
In that moment, you didn’t know he wasn’t really one for smiling. You didn’t know what he did for a living, not really, you didn’t know what the gun was for beyond what you could assume, you didn’t even really care. You didn’t have to. It wasn’t supposed to be serious, he could just be fun for the night, anything more than that didn’t matter. Not in that moment. Not as he waved you back over with the quirk of his chin. 
“I want the pictures when they’re developed… and the negatives…”
You chuckled, crawling back under the sheets and cuddling in effortlessly to his side, like you two had known each other for years, been lovers like this for a lifetime. “But I just told you they’re my favorites.”
“Well… at the very least, it gives me a chance to see you again.”
It was never supposed to be serious. But you brought him the pictures after you developed the roll, and when he asked you to stay for a drink, you did. Eventually you just didn’t leave. 
Maybe you should have. 
Was there some kind of metric for gauging whether or not the love and happy memories outweighed the heartbreak and honest-to-god agony that was tearing through your chest? How many kisses, soft or otherwise, how many late-night conversations in hushed whispers, how many nights when you just held each other until the sun came up in the morning… how many good moments did it take for the bad moments to disappear. 
The way he snapped when you asked about his day…  he didn’t raise his voice or put any real anger in his tone, he saved that side of himself for work and tried as hard as he could to never bring it home, not to you, but he did snap. He was curt, dismissive, shorter than short, like he was hardly even there. The way he looked at himself in the mirror when he thought you couldn’t see him… like he was some kind of monster, he couldn’t even meet his own stare. Mirror days were the kind of days where he wouldn’t utter a word, wouldn’t look at you, wouldn’t let you touch him, not even to squeeze past him reaching for your coffee in the kitchen. The way he flinched… you couldn’t hurt a thing and he knew that, but he flinched, out of your touch and away from you like your hands were a flame and he had just been burned. 
“Javi, baby…”
“I’ve got to go to work.”
He didn’t raise his voice, no shouting, no heat, but god, you might as well have been burned by the heat as he dashed from the kitchen leaving his coffee behind on the counter. 
How much love did it take to outweigh that kind of cold?
“Talk to me…” you pleaded to him, night after night. 
“I’m fine.” He snapped, again and again. 
There was something missing in your heart when he wasn’t himself. Day after day, you wandered the city and hiked up mountain tops, framing beautiful waterfalls and vibrant buildings with your camera’s eye, and you still couldn’t find it, whatever it was that was missing, it was just gone. The photographs paled in comparison to the ones you were taking when you first met him, when you were riding the high of an electric connection you thought would have been impossible to dull. There was something missing. 
Honestly, you had to wonder why you even got the call about the Brazil contract, it wasn’t like you had anything they would want… Not anymore. 
“I’ve got to go, I’m sorry.”
You hadn’t even heard him come in the room. 
His shoes were in his hand, like he was afraid to wake you. It was a courtesy, he was trying to be respectful but… if you were being honest, it felt condescending. Did he actually think you were going to sleep when you left him in a huff in the middle of the night and found your way to the couch? Maybe he didn’t mean for it, but it just felt insulting. 
Maybe you were just on edge, not sleeping tended to have that effect, but you couldn’t help but scoff as he continued his way to the kitchen without even sparing you a glance. 
“I’m sorry—”
“Yeah.”
His mug clattered on the counter as you sniffed back your first tear. 
“Baby—“
“Do you still love me?”
Javier Pena wasn’t the kind of man who said “I love you”. He didn’t leave you in the dark, you would have left a long time ago if that were the case, but it wasn’t, he just wasn’t the kind of man to say it. 
There was a picture of you. A case of strawberries tucked beneath one arm, a bag of assorted groceries over your other arm, and the strawberry you had taken an adventurous bite out of still held between your lips, he called out to you just in time to snap a picture with your smile pulled tight around the bite. It disappeared from the stack of newly developed film the second you sat it on the counter and you hadn’t thought twice about it really, not until Steve told you he kept it in his wallet. 
It had been late one night and since you had cooked, Javi was cleaning and since Javi couldn’t truly be trusted, Connie was keeping an eye on him in the kitchen while you and Steve sat back, sipping your wine and mindlessly chatting.
Chatting about nothing. Nothing until your curiosity got the best of you.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t worry too much about him, darling.” The southern blonde had chuckled as you mentioned Javi had a bad day. It really wasn’t anything, you knew that now that you had truly seen him on his bad days, but it was still early, you didn’t know then what you knew now. Still, Steve talked you down with an easy smile. “Saw him smiling pretty bright when he opened his wallet to pay me the five bucks he owed me this morning.”
“His wallet?”
Steve quirked his head, realizing just how quiet Javier kept his love. “Yeah, he’s got that picture of you in it, folded up, with those strawberries and that smile.”
The smile you tried to hide behind your bottle.
He didn’t have to say it for you to know. 
He used to leave his gun out on the counter, but the second he realized you didn’t like having to navigate around it, he never left it out. When a picture from your semi-weekly batch of freshly developed photos struck him a certain way, he’d pull it from the stack and tape it to the fridge, sometimes replacing one, sometimes just adding another. And every single time you went out with him, meeting him after work at the same place you always did, there was always a drink waiting for you when you got there, your favorite drink. 
It may have sounded cliche and Javier was anything but a man who dealt in cliches, but it was the little things. For a man who couldn’t vocalize what he was feeling, he had no trouble showing it. 
Even at his worst… but god, it wasn’t supposed to be this hard. 
“Baby…”
“It’s a simple question, Javi.”  Your hand reached up, futile against the beginning wave of tears breaking at your lashline. “Say ‘yes’ and I’ll stay. Say ‘no’ and I’ll take the job in Brazil.”
“It’s not that simple—”
“Okay, mind telling me where you’re getting stuck because to me—”
“I have to go to work.”
The scoff that tore out of your chest was broken, even your annoyance couldn’t come out whole. You were shattered, broke to the bone and he… he hadn’t even left the kitchen. “Fuck… then go.”
“Baby—”
“Don’t be surprised if I’m in Brazil when you get back.”
“Baby—”
“I thought you had to go.” You scoffed one final time, wiping the tears away as you fought to keep anymore from falling, wrapping the warm blanket even tighter around your shoulders despite the suffocating heat boiling in your chest. 
Without his shoes on, you couldn’t hear him step around and out of the kitchen. Maybe it wasn’t his lack of shoes, maybe it was the ringing in your ears. This was it, wasn’t it? 
Over a year and—
“Baby…” you flinched as he settled down beside you on the couch, not necessarily away from his touch, nor into it. “Look at me… please baby.”
“It’s a simple question.”
His hand found your shoulder, running up to the back of your neck as you refused to even come close to his stare. “Look at me.”
“Answer the question—”
“Baby, I am out of my mind in love with you, will you please just look at me.”
He had these beautiful eyes. A reverence in the deep, dark color. A levity in the golden speck that sparkled when morning light hit them just right. 
“Baby, it’s not that easy...” he caught himself as he held your stare, something on his tongue that he just couldn’t get out, not until he pressed a soft, barely there, kiss to your lips. “I have to go, I’m sorry, if you want the job, then… just please don’t go yet, be here when I get home.”
If you had the breath, you would have countered him, you would have told him that it mattered what version of him came back home. But he had your breath. 
He had your whole damn heart. 
And there wasn’t a damn thing you could seem to do about it. 
Three aggressive knocks echoed out throughout the whole hollow apartment, the brutish southern violence shaking the door, shaking both of you out of your empty, silent trance. “Let’s go, Javi.”
He couldn’t even give you a moment, one simple moment. It was never supposed to be this complicated, he was never supposed to drag you down with him like this. He needed to let you go, to free you from the mess he was making with his life every day he poured every inch of his being into his work, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t let go. 
With his hand on the back of your neck, he just couldn’t let you go. Gentle in his touch, as grounding as he’s always felt, even as a stranger that first night. 
“Now, Javi. We’re going to be late.” Steve hit the door again, from the sounds of it, he was just a few seconds away from breaking down the whole damn thing. “Javi—”
“Just a minute please, Steve…”
You didn’t need to be able to see through the door to know that the sound of your voice had frozen him on the spot, backing him away from the door in a red-cheek kind of embarrassment. You could hear it in the seconds of silence he let hang between the door and where the two of you sat in a similar kind of quiet, you could hear it in the way his voice cracked when he finally came back to his senses. “Yeah, ‘course, sorry ‘bout that.”
Steve was a good man. Javier was a good man. It just wasn’t a good world. 
It just wasn’t that simple. 
Your lips pressed gently to the corner of his mouth, a brief moment of indecision catching you between kissing his cheek in stubborn defiance and hitting his lips in effortless routine. “You can’t keep him waiting, you need to go.”
“Baby, I’m not leaving if you’re in Brazil when I get home—”
“I’ll be here.”
“Baby—”
“Just go, Javi.”
That was the last thing he wanted to do, didn’t you see that? 
He wanted to wrap his arms around you and never let you go, to hold you until nothing else mattered. The mere idea of you leaving, taking a contract in another country, no matter how much you deserved it, made him sick to his stomach and not being able to do a damn thing about it made it even worse. Of course he loved you, how could you even ask him that? How bad was he if he couldn’t even do the simplest thing right? He couldn’t even love you right… He couldn’t even talk to you about the simplest things, he couldn’t talk to you about anything, he couldn’t even talk. 
All he had were his actions, and leaving you…. What did that say?
“Javi, go…” 
“Baby…”
If he wasn’t going to go, then you were making the decision for him. If he couldn’t get up, you were just going to have to get up for him. 
Fighting your way out of his grasp didn’t end up being as difficult as you expected. The second you sucked in your last shaky breath and wiped away your last tear, his grip grew loose around the back of your neck. The second you got to your feet, he fell back into the worn creases of leather, catching the blanket as you pushed it back off your shoulders, moving for the door and giving him no choice but to follow you. 
“Baby—” you put his shoes in his hand. You wouldn’t touch his gun, but the shoes were the last push he needed to snap out of his head. You’d talk when there was time. 
That had to be enough for now. 
He slipped his shoes on and pocketed his gun while you moved for the door. “Sorry about that Steve, he’s coming.”
The blonde pocketed his hands, folding in on himself as he halted his pace in your doorway, and as he took in the sight of you hanging on the door handle, he quickly flushed red again. “No, darling, it’s nothing to worry about, sorry about the knocking… you doing okay?”
“Yeah, just not sleeping well…”
“I’m sorry about that, darling—”
“Let’s go.” Javi shouldered his way into the doorway, placing a careful hand on your back as he wedged his way into the conversation. “We’re late.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
One stern look from Javi and Steve just melted away, back down the hall. You weren’t folding that quickly though. The second he stepped the rest of the way through the door, you caught him by the shoulder and held him back, just for a second, just for the kiss you missed earlier. He was the one who held you in a second longer, even as the chime of Steve’s impatient fingers tapping on the building’s doorjam echoed through the hall. “You’ll be here?”
You nodded against him. “Yeah.”
Yeah. Yeah. That was enough for now. 
But the second you shut the door behind him and he heard the lock click, Steve gave up on trying to hold his tongue. “Is it even worth me asking?”
“Nope.”
Steve unlocked the jeep and climbed in, but it did nothing to help him bite his tongue. “You look like shit.”
“Yeah.”
He scoffed into his chest, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. “You don’t deserve that woman, Javi, you’ve gotta fix that.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.”
Javi moved his elbow to the window, directing his attention anywhere but towards the infuriating man beside him. “Good thinking, Murphy, why didn’t I come up with that.”
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koushisun · 4 years
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what kind of wedding would they have? bnha boys edition!
a/n: (i totally posted this before i was done writing it i am,,, dumb)  i didn’t end up doing all the boys, just the ones i had strong ideas for, sorry about that! if y’all want more detailed hc’s for any of these characters, or even ones i didn’t do here, just shoot me an ask! (i’ll probably make a pt. 2 with the girls!)
p.s. i haven’t read the manga, so all of my characterizations are based on the anime!
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BAKUGOU: while i think that bakugou would want a fairly grand wedding, i think that the guest list would be somewhat exclusive. he would probably invite his close friends, maybe even all of 1-A, but don’t expect too many people. he does want everything to be perfect, though! may seem a little uninterested in wedding planning at first, but if you even DARE mention hiring a wedding planner? well, just give him your ideas and he’ll get ‘em done lol
MIDORIYA: he would have a pretty classic wedding! i think he would want a smaller guest list as well, though maybe not as exclusive as bakugou’s. would definitely invite all of class 1-A! would probably be at like, a church or smth, though if his s/o didn’t want that he would probably have an outdoor wedding (probably a beach wedding!) the reception is pretty chill, this i can def see being outside! 
TODOROKI: oooh big fancy wedding!! (it’s a perfect excuse to spend his dad’s money sjksjkskl) anyways, he would probably have a big indoor wedding, maybe at a church if that’s what his s/o wanted. i could see his dad being pretty adamant about inviting a lot of people, but i think shouto would win out, ending up with a medium-sized guest list. reception is also indoors, 
KIRISHIMA: he wants to have a classic wedding, he’s somewhat old fashioned, but will go with what his s/o wants! the wedding itself may be pretty classic and chill, but i think the reception is where his planning really gets to shine! he’ll probably talk bakugou and the others into playing at least one song for the reception, he thought it would be a fun time 🥺
KAMINARI: ooh a big flashy wedding!! not super fancy per say, but just a lot of fun!! the reception is literally a giant party, he got a live band and everything! may or may not use his quirk intermittently to make cool effects lmao
SERO: probably a pretty lowkey wedding, at least that’s what he was hoping for. (i believe in latin king sero so get ready) ends up having a TON of people there, like, half of these people he hasn’t even met in person before lmaooo it’s all just extended family (aunts, uncles, 2nd and 3rd cousins, friends of those 3rd cousins, etc) on the up side, there are a lot of wedding gifts lmaooo anyways, its probably in a church or smth. the reception tho? you’re not even ready!!!! so much food, like literally so much food. tamales, empanadas, rice, beans, ceviche, you name it and it’s there! lots of music and dancing for sure! overall, it’s just really lively!!
IIDA: ooh a super traditional wedding for sure! he would want things to be very formal, though he might be convinced to loosen up a bit at the reception! wedding would probs be in a church or another equally fancy/proper space. has a medium/large guest list, mostly family and friends. 
TOKOYAMI: small wedding, maybe outside? not a beach wedding tho, more like a small clearing in the woods. reception is pretty chill, lots of cool music! not overly formal but still makes sure the focus is celebrating the wedding
AOYAMA: LITERALLY THE BIGGEST WEDDING EVER!!! i mean, just let your imagination run wild here lmao it’s just so fancy (probably lots of glitter at the reception too)
MIRIO: probably wants a big wedding, though it doesn’t need to be particularly fancy. if that’s what his s/o wants, then he’s willing to go all out, but as long as the actual marriage happens, he’s happy :) will invite tons of people though, so be ready.
TAMAKI: a very small wedding, for sure! i mean, we all know how nervous he gets! would invite his close friends and family, and would really want you to take your rsvp seriously (he won’t mind if you forgot to, but it will make him feel a whole lot better to know exactly who is going to be there) he probably doesn’t want a crazy reception, but he is most certainly looking forward to the wedding cake!
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a/n: ok i think that’s it for now!!!! i just realized this is the first bnha thing i’m posting, so i hope its good lmao remember, requests are OPEN! (pls i’m so bored pls give me something to do)
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kiss prompt #25 with crushing nb!sole and maxson? (sorry if this one is outta left field, I just like maxson qkdknekdkwnf)
i haven’t written maxson in a minute but damn do i miss writing him. (y’all should def request him more!) this turned out a lot longer than expected.
please enjoy!
kiss prompt #25: .. as a yes
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Maxson:
every inch of his body regretted his decision, his choice to allow sole, the only person he’s cared about since stepping foot in the commonwealth, to lead a dangerous mission he couldnt partake in. he shouldve said no, wanted to deny the idea of them risking themselves just to complete a mission but much to his distress, he had no reason to do so. the only reason being left unspoken from his lips in fear of rejection and abandonment.
he remembers speaking to cade about it briefly, only allowing himself to show his vulnerability for a single moment and pulled away just as fast. but cade isn’t oblivious and stupid as the average wastelander, and maxson knows that. cause case knows in the end, maxson can deny, argue, and build boundaries around the words that spilled from his mouth but god knows he’s not able to take it back, even if he tries to beat it out of his officer.
he tried to excuse himself from the room as quick as he could but the words that left cades mouth before he could struck maxson in a way he didn’t favor. it left a bitter taste on his tongue and his heart had never dropped faster.
“everydays not promised, elder. though i’m sure we both know that by now.”
and he was no stranger to that phrase, often seeing people come and go during his lifetime. whether it was in terms of them coming back alive, dead, or not coming back at all, he still experienced it and it was a part of his everyday life. yet, the thought of his precious sole being one of those victims who’d succumb into those circumstance left him feeling sick and absolutely terrified. despite the dreading feeling haunting his mind, he bit back any signs that could express his worry and replaced it with his usual stoic and strict attitude.
maxson knew he had to confront them about it, so he had ordered one of his officers to fetch sole as soon as possible, regardless of the tasks they were doing. the sleepless nights and endless thoughts were eating him up inside and he couldn’t take it any longer.
a knock on the door cut him off from his thoughts and he sat up in his seat, straightening his coat. folding his hands together on the table, he let out a small cough, “come in.”
soles quietly entered the office, smiling shyly at the man in front of him and carefully closed the door to prevent making any unnecessary noise. it showed their politeness and consideration- that’s one of the many things he loved about them. “you requested for me, elder?”
he nodded, his eyes never leaving their form. “yes, i have.” for a moment, it stays silent. they both stare at each other without a word and with eyes searching for answers, both for different reasons. it doesn’t last long as sole lets out a confused hum, an embarrassed flush painting their cheeks at his hard stare.
“i apolgize, elder, but is.. is there a reason why you called me up here?”
a reason, he thinks. there is no reason. was it cause he wanted to see them? hear their voice? maybe even comfort sole before they departed? ... perhaps it was the idea that he needed comforting in the end. his mouth goes dry at this realization and his heart speed picks up but he brushes it off, simply standing from his seat to make his way towards sole.
they remained at attention, watching as maxson stopped in his tracks to face sole at a reasonable distance. “to call you up here without reason would be foolish of me,” he commented, “i simply needed an update about where you stand with the mission.”
they paused for a moment, silently thinking to themselves before properly responding. “its still a go, elder. i wouldn’t want to back down now that everything is moving.”
he wanted to call it off, send someone else to do it but knew deep down that sole was the only soldier capable of leading such a duty. “excellent. i hope everything is prepared and in place. if not, it’s best to inform me right now to prevent any possible issues.”
sole shook their head and sent him a smile. “not at all. i believe everything is set according to plan and will run smoothly.”
“that is all i needed to know, you’re dismissed. ad victoriam.” his mind screamed at him for not saying what he wanted and he could feel the dull ache in his chest bloom with every second he wasted. he needed to say something, he needed to do something, anything.
sole smiled at him one last time before saluting in acknowledgment. “goodnight, elder.” his heart began to beat out of his ears, seeing sole turn their heel to exit his quarters and he became paralyzed in panic as cades words replayed in his mind.
“everydays not promised, elder. though i’m sure we both know that by now.”
and that was more than enough to push him over the edge, his emotions ultimately taking over him in the end. he darted forward a little too quickly, lightly grabbing their wrist in an attempt to stop them. “sole, wait.”
the stunned look on soles face as they looked over their shoulder at him brought a flush to his cheeks. he had never used their name in such an unprofessional manner and found himself growing surprise at his odd behavior. “will-“ he swallowed, trying to force the words out. no, he needed to do it or it’ll just fuck him up all over again. “will you be okay?” it came out as a worried whisper and sole noticed this.
“elder?” they turned their body to face maxson with a confused expression. their face was flushed at the sudden contact but he did not pull away, not even for a second. he was afraid, afraid that if he released his grip, they’d be gone within seconds. run out that door, never to be seen again. before another word could escape, he grew closer to them, his hands trembling.
“promise me,” his words shook with fear and sole expression softened at the rare sight of his usual tough exterior breaking down right in front of them, “you have to promise me you’ll make it back.”
no, fuck that. he needed a confirmation that it’ll happen no matter what, even if the world was crashing down on them. “i take it back. it’s not a request, it’s an order.” he stated, composing himself a little better this time around, “i don’t care what you have to do to get it done, just please make sure you come back safe and as unharmed as possible, okay?”
he expected every answer; a denial, a word of uncertainty, and hopefully a promise or a simple yes, but what he didn’t expect was for sole to take a step forward, placing their lips on his without another word. the grip on their wrist slowly loosened in astonishment as he looked down at them, not processing the moment for a few seconds. the minute he felt their hand lightly tug on his sleeve, he closed his eyes, kissing them back passionately and desperately, his hands finding their waist and resting it there.
he wouldn’t realize how out of breath he’d be until sole pulled away with a heavy blush and a shy smile. it would take him a few moments to ground himself completely, a dazed expression on his face as sole kept close, their arm still resting on his bicep.
“i’m sure that answered your question.” they reassured, putting distance between them. oh how bad he wanted to pull sole back against his body and recreate that moment. instead, he pulled himself together and stood straight with his arms behind his back, sending sole a form nod. this was more than what he had bargained for but it brought him a great deal of comfort, so who was he to complain? his cheeks stayed flushed but his voice was unwavered, a small smile finding its way to his lips.
“i trust that you will follow your orders.” he remarked with soft eyes, “ad victoriam.”
sole saluted once more, turning their heel to go back to their own quarters. “goodnight, elder maxson.” they smiled at him one last time before shutting the door completely.
maxson fought every muscle in his body to not take them into his arms, protect them from the dangers in this chaotic world but he did so, making his way back to his desk. for now, he could wait until the day they returned and the moment they step foot back in the prydwen? he’ll be sure to return their feelings properly.
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samwrights · 4 years
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Aoba Johsai 3rd Years as dads [hc]
Lmao, as if I was gonna stop at Karasuno. I’m a Seijoh hoe through and through 😂😂😂 this ones a little off the rails but it’s my blog and I write what I want. I’ll get to the rest of Seijoh later, maybe, but these turned out way longer than I anticipated.
Slight TW; mentions of miscarriage.
Iwaizumi;
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I love this supportive man so much 🥺
I don’t even want kids and I’d let him turn me into a baby factory, idgaf.
Ahem, n e ways.
Low key, he would be freaking out over your guys’ first kid. Didn’t matter that you were in live-in S/O’s, or that you’d been together for y e a r s.
Homie wanted to marry you first, finally get you guys out of your shoddy apartment, maybe spend a few years traveling the world.
He wanted to live the life of a dink, at least for a little while before eventually starting a family with you. Apparently someone’s pullout game weak af.
Despite not being prepared for parenthood, your pregnancy actually goes pretty swimmingly. Iwa would def be the man to come with to all doctors appointments, parenting classes, and would literally call his mom every three seconds freaking out because he has no idea what color to paint the nursery.
“Mom, I can’t just paint it whatever, what if the baby doesn’t like it?” Don’t ask me why, I just know it would be a fact.
Throughout your relationship as teenagers, Iwa was always your hype-man cause he loves flaunting his woman at whatever she chooses to succeed at. Which made Oikawa hella jealous but irrelevant. Now that you guys were going to be a family, it was like falling in love with you all over again and he literally hyped you up everyday with how great of a mom you were going to be.
Endless comments on how beautiful you looked while pregnant, regarding your glow or how he gets so overwhelmed with love knowing that you are having his child. Fucking simp.
If you feel he’s laying it on too thick, you tell him it’s actually Mattsun’s and Iwa is just a cover so you can run off with him and Makki. 0/10, does not appreciate.
The closer you get to your due date, however, all jokes are completely off, and Hajime is in full on protective husband/dad mode. Did I mention y’all still ain’t married or
He does literally everything for you just to make sure you aren’t in too much pain or discomfort. Mfer won’t even let you pick up a laundry basket 💀
“Honey, I’m fine! Please, I can’t sit on the couch all day, there’s going to be a permanent imprint from my ass on it.”
“Baby, why is the couch wet?”
“Huh. Guess my water broke.”
Annnnnnd cue Hajime screaming his head off while proceeding to grab your hospital bag packed with clothes, a spare aux cable, and your toiletries, before rushing out to the car, starting it, and driving to the hospital.
Without you.
With that being his only major faux pas, Iwaizumi welcomes fatherhood with open arms. Sure, y’all didn’t have your house yet and a wedding was going to be difficult to plan (though if you’re down for the courthouse, he was in), and he didn’t have enough saved to buy you a ring that screamed “Mrs. Iwaizumi” to him.
But in the mean time, he could not get enough of his girls. Even little things like feeding your daughter or watching tv with her in his arms with you snuggling up to his side made him the absolute softest boy.
It may not have been his ideal situation in the past, but now all he looked forward to was watching your family continue to grow with a few more hopeful additions.
Oikawa;
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Well this is awkward. You and Tooru I mean Oikawa broke up a few months ago. Not that it was a particularly bad break up; definitely more on the mutual side.
You wanted to continue pursuing your dreams and he wanted to carry on being a Pro. (Personally, I picture Oikawa being with a musician of some sort that posts covers of YouTube).
So even though you guys aren’t together anymore, you still keep up with how he’s doing in the pro VB world and he low key still watches your covers on the internet.
Your posting becomes less and less frequent, he notices over the span of a few months until you stop uploading all together. He thinks nothing of it until he gets a notification that you’ve finally uploaded a video. Two. Years. Later.
“Where we’ve been.” He doesn’t miss the collective pronoun before clicking on the video, seeing you standing with your guitarist, the former Nekoma VBC captain, Tetsurou Kuroo, as well as a cute, pudgy baby.
A baby that looked nothing like Kuroo and a whole lot like Oikawa did when he was a baby.
The video talks about your hiatus, as well as how you and your now boyfriend/guitarist were enjoying your life as parents and making music was hard with your little boy, and that the two of you needed to prioritize your son first. you introduce your baby, but the first thing Oikawa discovers is that the age of your baby and the duration of yours and Kuroo’s relationship didn’t add up. Don’t ask me why Oikawa knows how long you’ve been together, he has his resources.
Considering the toddler was two, and you and Kuroo had been together for a year. And the baby didn’t look anything like you OR him
Oikawa is flipping out now, and tries everything in his power to get a hold of you. Which oddly enough, wasn’t that hard considering your number is still the same.
“Did you finally figure it out?” Was all you said to him. He’s so upset that you didn’t tell him—that could have been him. Standing with you. Holding his baby—not bed headed fuck holding HIS son.
After FTing him, you, Oikawa, and Kuroo agreed to set up a meeting with all of you so Oikawa could finally meet his flesh and blood. He’s excited, but man oh man is he salty.
He missed his son’s first steps, first meal, holding him, teaching him how to walk, his first words; he missed ALL of it.
But the bitterness he feels completely goes away when he sees baby Oik’s in person for the first time. He had never, in his entire twenty three years of living, been in love until now. Despite your hesitation, you allow Tooru to hold his child for the entirety of your little meeting, allowing him to make up for lost years.
The three of you agreed on a form of joint custody that allowed Oikawa to have his son while you toured or were busy working, and you would have him while he was out doing his thing.
TL;DR, Oikawa takes the opportunity to make up his lost years spoiling the fuck out of his baby when he can and, oddly enough, the arrangement works out to benefit the both of you.
Ngl, parenthood is hard for him. Not because he doesn’t know how to parent, but rather because he never pictured his first child to come about this way. He would never admit it to anybody, not even Iwa, that knowing he had a child that he was barely a father to left him feeling lonely. That loneliness, however, motivates him to truly be the best dad that can be so that maybe when his son his old enough, he would rather live with him instead of his mom
Ofc, he teaches his offspring how to play volleyball as soon as he’s old enough to learn. But outside of that, Oikawa’s favorite thing to do with his son is little quiet nature walks away from the bustling city to have quality time with him.
Hanamaki;
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This chill mfer 💀💀💀 for some reason, I feel like his love language is touch.
Your relationship with him was so simple, even after moving in together in your second year of college, years ago.
Well, it was simple.
As simple as life could be with four demons overrunning your house.
Due to the number of children the two of you had, with all of them being no more than two years apart in age, you became a stay-at-home mom, leaving Makki to provide for the six of you.
Because of your hellions wreaking havoc on you all day, Takahiro always wound down from work with the kids by putting on a movie and even reciting the script in his own voice to keep them entertained. Allowing you to go wind down with a glass of wine while you took a bubble bath.
Your oldest was Makki’s right hand man at the ripe age of 7. He always made sure that, as the big brother, he was looking out for his siblings and being the man of the house to help mommy while he worked.
Makki never raises his voice at the kids. Ever. Period.
If he’s upset with them or they did something they weren’t supposed to, he resolves the issue by picking them up, sitting down on the couch with them in his lap and staring at them. “Why did you draw on the walls with crayon, little man?” He would ask the offending five year old boy in the most calm voice.
“I wanted to paint a pretty picture for you and mommy!”
“And we love it. But next time, dude, if you put it on paper, I can bring those pictures to work so I can show everyone else.” Yeah, he calls his sons dude.
If his youngest and only daughter began crying over anything—Makki was on it like flies on shit. Little princess is not allowed to cry in daddy’s presence. He’s always quick to figure out why she’s crying too and, he learned, it’s mostly just because she wanted attention.
“When did you get so good at this?” You’d tease him.
“We’ve had lots of practice, honey.” 💀💀💀
A lot of the time, he felt really bad because he felt that he just kinda left you with the kids while he worked, and he’d be a little insecure. He thinks you’re tired of him and that you want to leave sometimes.
He thinks you don’t notice when he’s upset but he kinda dumb dumb cause you’ve been together for almost half of your lives, ofc you know when he’s upset.
While he’s laying in bed, nonchalantly scrolling through his phone before falling asleep for the night, you sit at his bedside, giving him the look. “C’mon, Takahiro. I can tell when something’s bothering you.” His lips would purse a little bit before locking his phone and putting it on his night stand, then holding whatever hand of yours that was closest to him with both of his.
“Ya ever just...get tired of our life?” Aksfnrjfl WOW THAT CAME OUT WRONG. This is why he prefers touch, he’s shit with words. “Wait no, that’s not what I meant. D-do, uh...a-are you happy?” Wow he really shit with words. Even if this would be conversation y’all would have at least once a year.
But no matter how many times you told him you loved him, he needed to feel it. Why do you think you ended up pregnant nearly every year? “I’m getting my fucking tubes tied after this, Makki.”
Matsukawa;
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This goof would be your partner in crime second to Makki of course.
Half the time people kinda forgot you were dating let alone married because the two of you had always been playful and full of laughter; the only change was PDA was sprinkled in.
Sitting in his lap, little pecks during conversations, burying yourself in his neck or him burying himself in your hair, a hand always on your back or your shoulder.
Homies super subtle touchy.
The biggest reminder was when you’d announced your pregnancy to your friends. While Makki was super excited to be an uncle, Oikawa and Iwa were kinda like “y’all actually have sex??” Like you weren’t fucking married??
But whatever, y’all goofy and in love or w/e and it almost seems that the two of you aren’t taking pregnancy seriously. You totally are, but your friends don’t think so.
Coming up with baby names was Issei’s favorite pastime. But he went super left field with a lot of them, so you unfortunately had to veto them.
Painting and preparing the nursery was also an absolute blast. Because you both wanted the gender to be a surprise, y’all painted the room white on top with a full rainbow on the bottom, complete with gender neutral wall decals.
Honestly, he was so so so excited to be a dad. But mostly, he was just so smitten with you. It wasn’t hard for him to, considering the two of you were best friends long before dating.
He definitely turned your ultrasound pictures into memes that he hung in the babies room. “The last time I got pussy” captioned under the first ultrasound was his favorite.
You woke up one day in excruciating amounts of pain—like someone was carving out the muscles in your stomach and separating them from the skin from the inside and you knew something was wrong. “Issei, we gotta go to the hospital now!”
“N-now?” All jokes are gone, all laughter void and absent. “Honey, you’re only at the end of the first trime—“
“I know, idiot! We gotta go now!” You’re sobbing while hunching over your stomach, trying to walk but not succeeding in getting very far. Instead, your husband opts to carry you out to the car before zipping on over.
The sudden appointment had taken hours and the both of you felt drained. Well, you actually were. All of the pain you had experienced earlier in the day did not compare to the devastating blow of hearing that you had a miscarriage.
Silence fills every space that the two of you were in but, knowing you as well as he did, Mattsun refused to leave your side. Even if you had to pee.
“Babe, I have to pee.”
“Cool, which bathroom do we wanna use?” He wasn’t making jokes for the sake of being funny, which was the reason you allowed him to sit on the edge of the tub while you handled your business, holding your fingers in loose threads. It’s weird, but this was not a time for either of you to be alone to indulge your demons.
“We’re gonna get through this.” His arms would wrap around you from behind, carefully folding over your once filled womb, with his head resting on top of your own. “Just you and me, babe, against the world.”
“And Makki.”
“And Makki.”
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fallingsunflower · 3 years
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BESTIES I'm so sorry - I hit my post limit waaaay earlier than expected! Some of y'all joined me on my backup account, (which I also hit the limit on lmao), but I'm back now.
I had over 400 asks to go through and I'll give you a warning that not all of them will appear (either because they were old or because they were topics we already answered). But here is a giant list of asks I compiled for you from when I wasn't allowed to post lol they don't really require my response but I found them entertaining to read. Hope you don't mind I've just put them all together in one post. It's also to save me from using up my 250 posts lol
"this is all so embarrassing like my god imagine when the promotion of the movie starts how horrible it will be for other people who made the movie too"
"SELL UR TICKETS TODAY WATCH THE MOVIE ILLEGALLY, next article we’ll be talking about these two assholes filing for bankruptcy. cheap harlots. don’t mess with your meal ticket."
"hate to say it but i defs think they‘ve got a sliver of the gp’s attention for five minutes"
"I am scanning through all these photos looking for just ONE where he looks like he's smiling and enjoying this. It's so crazy."
"I guess those are all the pics we’re getting right now. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they finish the Italy trip off with one more major Backgrid photo shoot."
"Olivia’s trending on Twitter but not Harry. Like it’s obvious who’s getting the PR gains here!"
"If they dont give us a 6 month or more break after this im gonna need them to pay for my therapy bills from now on bc of this damage no joke let me crawl back into my shit hole now 😑"
"The palce they at is referred to as “tuscanys best-kept secret”. Everyone point and laugh."
"she looks like she’s enjoying all of this. he looks like he wants to push her into the water."
"a few people said he’s keeping his shorts pulled up or covered in all the shots because of the Nike branding which they ask to not get photographed. What a setup."
"Man I knew the second those Tomdaya pics came out of them kissing and how they were trending so fast that HO were going to do something to 'top' them. Its pathetic /// FRRR. she probably hoped for the positive reactions that people gave tom & zendaya but unfortunately, miss girl got the opposite. when will they realize that nobody, but his fans, find them cute lmao can they just stop, it’s so embarrassing 😭😭😭"
"He really out here doing this with someone who almost old enough to be his mother, shiiiiiiiit. Sickening. Sick of these 2 for real now, i was fine with the good old blurry back content and whatnot but this? Crossing a line here nobody wanna see that shit and knowing how people feel goooooood damn."
"I aboslutely despise kendall for obvious reason but this one is actually worse than the hendall one bc you couldnt really see as much as now dis gos tang."
"She’s also wearing the cross necklace again. I feel like if that was so meaningful to her she wouldn’t risk loosing it in the ocean 🙄"
"guys have eyes on tmz. I Do not have tw now. they were so aggressive towards them"
"I'm sorry for Harry because you lost your damn mind bro"
"Now why the hendall pics are better ?? NO SHADE BUTT"
"I’m genuine confused like do they actually want dwd to flop or what? I just threw up in my mouth I sure as hell ain’t gonna watch their sorry ass movie. Is it supposed to flop? I’m so confused!"
"The match was not interesting enough so they cooked up something different especially since people were pointing out how they staged the PDA. And the page 6 article is out already!!!"
"Who the fuck thought this was a good idea"
"Is it just me or does harry's face looks really blank for someone out on a Romantic date with his alleged girlfriend.?"
"if thats it, harry hasn’t no game🤣🤣🤣🤣"
"so this is why the tabloids weren’t talking about the match pics! they didn’t have any value on their own. now with the yacht pics? my oh my they’re gonna get the clicks of their lives. her team was prob like “wait a sec we got something for y’all”"
"If they were models hired to act like a couple they wouldn't get the job......"
"Not them starring right at the camera in some of them help make it less obvious will you"
"HENDALL🤣🤣🤣is that uuuu"
"Harry’s ass crack thought it should make an appearance too."
"What a great day for team PR, happy Monday you guys! Let's pop the champagne 🍾🍾🍾🍾 P. S. They both need acting lessons, tbh"
"It’s quite interesting how everything that’s happened before I’ve seen predicted weeks/and in advance on blogs or fan accounts. Like his life has always been so predictable but damn"
"He was hiding the Nike check. That’s why his swim trucks are rolled up to an absurd degree even for him. He knew he was gonna get photographed."
"What I’m noticing is wether people like them together or not, everyone’s saying they’re aren’t a hot couple…there was more chemistry in the Kendall pics by far"
"i also find it weird that he’s not smiling in any of the pictures and it would be one thing if there were five pics from ten minutes of time but there are like 70 from an obvious extended period of time"
"It's interesting everyone involved is being Team Try Hard. Yet the universe says no. The last set of pics, Tom and Zendaya overshadowed. People even paid more attention to Angelina and the Weekend (even if business possibly). Fast forward to today and all this fakery only for Gwen/Blake to tie the knot. His team needs to get a clue. She needs to go. Harry needs to clean this up fast."
"Ok i looked at one hugging pic and one kidding pic and they could not look more stagged. It looks unatural ,strange and weird from all angles. You can clearly see from their body posture they are posing for a photographer from backgrid."
"Like I said in my ask a couple days ago the day we get kissing pics is the day that I believe this is all a stunt and I was right. They took a page out of hendall 2016 and it’s looks so forced and awkward. Hendall did it better cause at prater they had chemistry. They must be scared this movie is going to tank because they are pushing this way too hard"
"Real, PR, or whatever relationship it is, they’re fucking boring. You are on a yacht in Italy, can’t you have a little bit of fun? I can’t believe how boring they are, I just can’t. Even if it is just PR, can’t you make a fucking dumb joke so you can laugh or something? Do they have anything in common like to talk about or discuss or make fun of? I’d literally killed myself if I looked like that in a relationship. They are not communicating in any photos we’ve got. They are just walking, or sitting. Even when they hold hands or kiss or hug, they never communicate."
"okay but did ya’ll see the pic of her diving in?? i can’t stop laughing 😭😭😭😭"
"they look horrifically awkward i cannot believe what harry is doing"
"“HEY PAPS COME GET A PIC OF US KISSING TO MAKE OUR RELATIONSHIP MORE BELIEVABLE!!!!!”"
"his ass is hanging out and her bra is almost off what in the hell"
"Hqs on a yacht like that? Mhmhmhm hmmmmm / I bloody well hope that’s not the extend of their acting. That’s dire! 🤦‍♀️"
"this is literally the most predictable “couple” to exist. first, people talked about them showing up the game, and they did. second, people were just talking about kissing pics... AND THEY JUST CAME OUT LMAOOOOOO"
"annnnnnnnnnnnnd there it is. YOU KNOW THEY KNEW THERE WAS A CAMERA."
"ok but where’s the pda or did that get made up? cause these have to be the most awkward pics i’ve ever seen which makes me feel better 😂 also i can feel the meme’s coming with the one of her diving off the boat"
"I call it how I see it they are both assholes and full of shit. Like do your fake kiss somewhere else I do not want to see it!"
"Can they at least act like they’re having a good time?"
"hahahaha I can't stop laughing with that photo of O it's literally her knowing she's being photographed and diving into a professional swimmer style😭"
"the pics are so organic that Olivia is looking straight at the pap before kissing Harry."
"he looked a lot happier with kendall in their yacht pics compared to today’s. i know that was PR too, but he was very smiley and seemed talkative. with this girl it’s like the complete opposite lmao."
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katierosefun · 3 years
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okay y’all i re-listened to the entirety of evermore at like 2 am and went to bed at 3 am so this isn’t really coherent but here we are, qeued up to go,,,so here are my thoughts w/ evermore + tcw because y’all k n o w 
1. willow -- strong anidala vibes. taylor swift herself said something about how this song is all about the complexities of desire and. yeah. it shows. // “wherever you stray, i follow” and “i know my train could take you home” and “the more that you say the less i know” and “wherever you stray i follow” and “that’s my man ;)” 
2. champagne problems -- strong sad obitine vibes, which @kckenobi screamed about to me last night and i wholeheartedly agree. big vibes of having to leave a relationship because you have to and also...just sad. might have made me cry and my heart feel empty. def. something on repeat. // “your heart was glass, i dropped it” and “your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems” and “you had a speech, you’re speechless” and “how evergreen our group of friends, don’t think we’ll say that word again” and “one for the money, two for the show, i never was ready, so i watched you go” 
3. gold rush -- okay big anakin or obi-wan vibes. both? both. this is kinda a stretch but. just the feeling of watching these big heroic figures walk around and quietly wonder about huh. who are they anyways. // “everybody wonders what it would be like to love you” and “i don’t like slow motion, double vision in rose blush” and “my mind turns your life into folklore” 
4. ‘tis the damn season -- big anakin and ahsoka vibes, esp. during season 7 help. all about going back to your hometown and kinda wanting to reunite with someone but also knowing that is a bad idea. yes i am sad. // “and it always leads to you and my hometown” and “i won’t ask you to wake if you don’t ask me to stay” and “and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles i’m faking” and “we could call it even, even though i’m leaving” yeah i’m not okay either 
5. tolerate it -- big sad anakin and obi-wan vibes, and i’ll explain. idk. vibes of just. anakin mayhaps thinking that obi-wan doesn’t care/love him to the same extent anakin thinks he himself does. help. don’t talk to me about this this is my new exile and it shows because i’ve been listening to this on repeat. // “i wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed” and “you’re so much older and wiser” and “i wait by the door like i’m just a kid, use my best colors for your portrait” and “tell me i got it wrong somehow” and “i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it” and “always taking up too much space or time”, and @kckenobi pointed out that the bridge onwards is from obi-wan’s perspective after rots help “leave us in ruins, take this dagger in me and removed it” and “gained the weight of you and lose it, believe me i could do it” no i’m not okay
6. no body, no crime -- ngl this is a tricky one. this probably belongs in some convoluted au in which padme and ahsoka snap and murder palpatine or something which. you know. i’m kinda down for that. // “i’ve cleaned up enough houses to cover up a scene” that’s all you need to know *aggressive side-eye*
7. happiness -- big, big, big disaster lineage vibes. anakin and obi-wan, anakin and ahsoka, whichever. big sad. all about having really bittersweet memories. “i hurt you, you hurt me, but we had good memories”. // “haunted by the look in my eyes that would have loved you for a lifetime” and “tell me when your winning smile began to look like a smirk?” and “when did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?” and “there’ll be happiness after me, but there was happiness because of me” and “i can’t make it go away by making you a villain” and “in our history, across our great divide, there is a great sunrise” gives me so much hope??? mayhaps our tcw trio could....could reunite and have a happy ending please 
8. dorothea -- this is also kinda a reach, but i see this is like the other side of anakin and ahsoka vibes in ‘tis the damn season. kind of seen from the perspective of someone who’s seeing someone come back to the hometown and ‘oh huh she’s different’ but like. still cares about you, you know? which is very anakin and ahsoka vibes season 7. // “it’s never too late to come back to my side” and “you know, you’ll always know me” and “but are you still the same soul i met under the bleachers?” 
9. coney island -- honestly about anyone with anakin. :( it’s just. really sad. destroying something delicate vibes. // “did i shatter you?” and “sorry for not making you my centerfold” and “disappointments, close your eyes” and “but you were too polite to leave me” 
10. ivy -- more anidala vibes, tbh? again, stuff about illicit affairs kinda. cheerful but lyrics are not, actually. idk the metaphorical thing that both anakin and padme are already married to are the order and the senate, obvs. // “i’d live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time” and “it’s a war, it’s the goddamn fight of my life, and you started it” and “i can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland” 
11. cowboy like me -- obitine and/or anidala vibes, i know. never thought i would talk about cowboys to them,,,but the vibes. // “you had some tricks up your sleeves” and “takes one to know one” and “we could be the way forward and i know i’ll pay for it” and “and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up” 
12. long story short -- big obi-wan vibes, also big ahsoka vibes. // “pushed off the precipice, clung to the nearest lips” and “long story short, it was the wrong guy” and “no more tug of war, now i just know there’s more” and “past me, i wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things” and “your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing” and “i fell from the pedestal” and the transition from “long story short, it was a bad time” to “long story short, i survived” 
13. marjorie -- big obi-wan and anakin vibes. i think this song is actually about taylor’s grandmother but right now all i could think of bittersweet anakin and obi-wan help // “if i didn’t know better, i’d think you were still around” and “what died didn’t stay dead” and “you’re alive, you’re alive in my head” and “i should’ve asked you questions” 
14. closure -- big anakin vibes w/ lineage fam. just. angry ex vibes. of someone who just doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. asdfsdfs this is ironic but like. yeah. that was the closest i could think of. mayhaps a stretch but there’s some connecting lyrics. // “don’t treat me like a situation that needs to be handled” and “i’m fine with my spite and my tears” and “i know i’m just a wrinkle in your new life” and “guilty, guilty reaching across the sea that you put between you and me” (this is gonna hit hard if kenobi series speculation is correct and we get obi-wan trying to bring anakin back for one last time)
15. evermore -- honestly gives me obi-wan vibes. // “i replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where i went wrong” and “this pain would be for evermore” and “can’t remember what i used to fight for” and “i thought of you in the cracks of light, i dreamed of you” but then it transitions from “this pain would be for evermore” to “this pain wouldn’t be for evermore” and ladies and gentlemen, we call that growth and hope!!!
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