#I'm going to go and just like everytime the only way to keep my sanity is to mirror her. talk and sit and speak and read and eat like her

[ef-1]

girlhood

#i have to fly out to capetown to see mother and im literally debating if i could land in the morning and leave at night on the same day #like. anything longer than that is going to ruin my year. #when she called and did her “katherine. you have to be here on the 10th” i literally sobbed in my bed for the rest of the day 😍😍😍 #not dyeing my hair black for a year and its getting lighter and lighter everyday and i look like her again #and my therapist telling me “you need to do things for yourself.” but like can i? sorry that woman traumatised me and i actually cant :) #like everything i do is informed by her #I'm going to go and just like everytime the only way to keep my sanity is to mirror her. talk and sit and speak and read and eat like her #and its such a terrifying experience bc i remember that im capable of emulating her viciousness and maybe i am my mother's daugher 🤢🤢🤢 #and im going to come back and its going to take fucking months for me to feel like myself again #“oh you look so beautiful just like your mother” i hope you DIE lol !!! the fact that my conception of beauty was shaped by her #growing up with this cruel beautiful detached woman and realising that at the intersection of beauty and wickness is a lifetime of pain #and still being so desperate for her approval- for any metaphysical proximity to her that i felt elated when #people would tell me i look like her. that it meant i was also beautiful like her and maybe she'll love me a little for it #but now i know for a fact that i do look like her and it makes saliva swell under my tongue - that moment right before you throw up- #when people mention it 😍 #last time i was in capetown my optic neuritis flared up (and i know for a fact it was that it was ms-stress related from having to see her) #and i thought i hid it so well even though i had near constant headaches & lethargy until she said “katherine give me the red notebook” #and i knew that she knew all along. it was so acutely humiliating standing there and knowing she knows i cant see which one is the red one #and she tilted her head and said “whats the matter? do you not know what red looks like?” #im never going to have kids. my mother and i read eachother so well it can only mean im never too far removed from becoming her #lol!!!!!!!!!

[beelmons]

Just want Luke Alvez to spell out his name with his tongue against me. I'm a simple woman, with simple needs. No hands, all mouth. my cunnilingus king

no cause this is what i call having taste !

i accidentally posted this without finishing and im going insane trying to speed write it skckwkckwkf DOMT LOOK UNDER READ MORE

Edit: Okay NOW you can look.

cw: oral sex fem receiving, fem!reader

Some people paid billions of dollars to reach space and experience the wonders of the universe, and yet, it only took a heavily underpaid FBI agent to get you to see stars.

Luke Alvez was not a man to eat women out, oh no, he was the one to straight up devour them. Like an avid critic ready to cater his next meal, he would time and again bury himself in between your legs; no further aid needed whatsoever, a dedicated mouth could take you to places you were sure mortals couldn't reach.

It made you suspicious, to be honest. How could a man be so good at pleasing a woman? The only way it made sense was if he had done it hundreds of times before, but taking his time while in deployment and current new schedule in consideration, he wouldn't only have to be dedicated to it, he would have had to straight up clone himself to take two women at a time on the little time he had to spare.

He could do it, to be fair, without the need of cloning himself, after all he had his charm. You don't just open your legs for anyone on the first date, let alone the first thirty minutes of meeting them. He was a witty gentleman, and not hard on the eye at all.

Soon you would find out that his sharp tongue wasn't only skillful on the streets. Something about the way he so passionately licked you thoroughly each time. Or how he moaned along everytime he hit a good spot. Or the weird combination of strokes he pulled at the end, the one that never failed to push you over the edge.

You had to find out what it was, because you were starting to think it was not human. And tonight, as your apartment was filled with lewd slurping sounds, you were set on finding it out.

One little problem, keeping your sanity as his tongue, somehow, reached your sweetest spots was no easy task. It took all of your energy and some holding back from straight up cumming into his mouth without warning. Your face was clenched in what seemed more like pain than pleasure. But your climax was reaching, you were so close, just as close as you were to figuring out what the hell he did at the end, so close, so close.

"Babe, are you alright?" he pulled away to ask.

"No!" you yelled in anger almost instinctively, and certainly without intention.

He was clearly taken aback by your reaction, and the second you noticed his clear confusion, you spoke up again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." you said, reaching to have your hand land on his hair, not wanting him to be too far from your cunt "I was just so close."

"Sorry, you looked like you were in pain, so..." he tried to explain before you cut him off.

"I was focused." you clarified.

"Focused?" his brows furrowed "Listen, if you have to focus to cum... I'd rather you tell me what I'm doing wrong."

"No. What? Come on Luke, you can't be serious." you complained "I was focused on figuring out what the hell it is that you always do, that it makes my brain be reduced to a pulp!"

You certainly didn't mean it as a praise, but he still found a way to interpret it as such. He broke into a shy chuckle as he shook his head.

"I can tell you" he said "But you have to promise not to laugh."

"Why would I-" you were about to inquire, but he cut you off.

"I spell my name with my tongue." he finally admitted.

"You are kidding." your eyes opened in genuine surprise. It sounded so stupid right off the bat, even more so when you considered the possibility of being true.

Your free hand reached down to have your middle digit trail over your own clit, you were moist enough thanks to him, so nothing else was needed. You began making an experiment of your own.

L U K E A L-

Sure, it felt good, but nothing out of the ordinary.

"Not like that!" he quickly grabbed at your wrist to pull it away "It's not the same if you use fingers, and I'm afraid there is one more secret to it."

You were attentively looking at him talk, so you were able to see his face disappear between your legs. You thought after the break you wouldn't be so sensitive, but boy were you wrong. The second the tip of his tongue landed on your bundle of nerves again, your legs began to shake. Like no time had passed.

You tried your best to pay attention, you really did.

Luke Alvez

But you lost track after the 'K'.

Next thing you knew, you were dripping down in your own release, and he was doing his best to have nothing go to waste.

Your chest was raising up and down from the pants. Legs limb and tired against his shoulders. Once he was satisfied with the clean up, he raised his head yet again. His characteristic, slightly annoying, cheeky grin clear on his face.

"I do it in cursive."

#luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x reader smut #blurb: luke #blurb: smut #blurb: mine

[jgetawaycar]

Itafushi headcannons

megumi is the only person who's ever made yuji blush in all seriousness

megumi is a hoodie hoarder (of yuji's hoodies ofc!)

yuji likes running his fingers through megumi's hair when he's asleep

they've been on countless ice cream dates (ofc megumi would call them otherwise but like-)

yuji walked in on megumi fresh out of shower once and it took him a full whole minute to regain his composure (and get his insides to stop tingling)

"So are you just gonna stare or?" Megumi cocked a challenging eyebrow, the faintest edge of amusement coating his tone. If Yuji kept looking at him like that for any longer, Megumi would have to step back into the bathroom to get rid of the inexplicable heat emanating off of his muscles. "I-", Yuji cleared his throat, as if to chase away any last remnants of how heavy and hot his insides felt from showing, "- yea, sorry, I was just- would you like to catch an ice cream later?" he blurted out; It had been weeks- 27 days precisely (of course he was counting!) since they'd last went out together. Just the two of them. Between the growingly demanding training schedule and countless missions Gojo was bent on sending them on, it was getting harder to catch each other selfishly lately. It bugged both of them more than they would've liked to admit. The only difference was that Yuji would actually come up, heed to the temptation and ask him out already, while Megumi would bait him walking around half naked like that. Megumi shrugged, "Yea I'd like that," he was really hoping he was doing his best to smother the excitement in his voice, but boy did Yuji know any better. So he nodded finally, cutting his brooding little black cat some slack, "Okay, cool, so um, see you in a while? When you're-" another cough "-decent," God why was it so hot in this room? With their date outing settled, Yuji turned to leave. Maybe it was all the sleepless nights catching up to him, or maybe seeing Megumi's towel hanging that low had short-circuited the nerves of his brain, but Yuji could've sworn he saw Megumi don one of his hoodies, out of the corner of his eye; one which had disappeared out of the blue after a mission, one which he'd been searching for incessantly. And there the stupid butterflies went, making a fuss in his tummy.

ever since megumi caught yuji sneaking off to the terraces at night to actually relax without feeling the responsibility of the world drooping his sanity, he makes it a point to accompany him

they don't do much, never talk even, just sit against the rooftop, with yuji's head on megumi's shoulder, megumi's fingers intertwined with yuji's on his thigh and their gaze fixed upon the same stars

ever since the encounter with sukuna, megumi has to have his head on yuji's chest so he can actually sleep, listening to yuji's rythmic heartbeat is what keeps his going

the first time megumi ever called yuji by his first name, was when he moaned it against his mouth after their first kiss

yuji fell in love with him all over again after that instance and now he gets pissy everytime megumi calls him itadori when they're in public

megumi would let yuji style his hair (only on sundays, and yk this is big coming from someone as reserved as him)

yuji would casually throw around sexual jokes when with megumi, unaware of the effect it has on him

yuji secretly (oh who am i kidding, megumi obviously knew ab it; with the way my man's got his eyes on him 24 7, i wouldn't be surprised), mixed their colognes once because he liked the idea of it

their first kiss was actually initiated by a frustrated megumi in an attempt to shut up a stupidly beautiful an annoying yuji

yuji may or may not have had an existential crisis over his crush making the first move

nobara is the first person they come out to

yuji's love language is quality time while megumi's is acts of service both inside and outside the bedroom

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Okayyyy you guys, I'm so sorry for posting this so late. Truth be told, it's been sitting in my drafts for weeks, I was too caught up with my exams so I was giving it a rest. But a girl can only take her mind off of two silly little gays for so long! So here it is. I'm ngl, but the way writing about anything jjk related in general, especially anything stsg or itfs centered, never fails to boost my energy levels up is crazy. I love love love them w all my heart, and I try to express it in my hcs. I know they may not be exactly canon-compliant, but they're what side of my brain that's a sucker for happy endings seeks refuge in. So yea, I try.

PS The yuji-asking-megumi-out tidbit was supposed to be only like a few lines, idk how I ended up writing all that-

Alsooo I've been wanting to write an itfs fic for awhile; not that I have a solid plot at ready or anything, it's just an urge I have (and I know that's not how writing works lol) so maybe, just mayyyybe, ima try to work on it in my vacation? (which starts from tm btw). Cause if I actually do plan on going ahead w it, it'd be my first ever fic, and tbh it seems just as scary as it seems exciting. Either way, if you managed to read this far, I'm grateful that you did!<3

Long live itafushi!!!🎀

#i will cry actually #for the 15 ppl who voted for this post haha #this is for you cuties<3 #they're my babies #itafushi #itfs #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[demoniccomplex]

Hey can I get prompt 2 and 15 with Chuuya from the valentine event?

2 (“even if you do hate me, it doesn't matter, i really love you”) + 15 (“stop crying, please stop crying, you’re ruining our perfect day together..”)

sorry if the ending is rushed a little!, i genuinely had no idea how to end it but hope you enjoy nonetheless!

-WC 705 // valentines event open!! tws?: kidnapping mentioned but like, after that you're good? maybe some self-dehumanization from reader

You’ve been at Chuuya's house for a good time now, unsure the day you even got kidnapped, everything blended together and melted making everyday mistaken for the day before. Time didn't exist inside and at this point you’re unsure if time should even matter to you anymore. However, Chuuya always kept up with the dates and holidays, making time for them in the house and forcing you to participate in them. Outside was still cold but warming up, you remember noting that just to keep your sanity but as of late it no longer matters. You're locked up like an animal, but the only difference is you don't love your owner. You thought it was all so sweet until he couldn't take you being free and not with him. You don't remember but it felt fast, meeting him, loving him, getting captured, the events blended in together.

You could only let out a huff or sigh everytime the door opened, signaling he was home. You had noticed there was wine on the table, seemingly unopened, you ignored it thinking it was new and to be stored away pridefully. Stationed in the kitchen you were here for food and nothing else, somewhat glad you were even able to roam freely and not being locked up in a room like at the start. 

As your hand gripped the handle of the fridge, you heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen, of course he knew where you were, he always did. You only had freetime when he was at work, something to claim just a bit of sanity back from the exhausting nights before. “I'm home, what are you doing in here?” 

You knew his question was rhetorical, only just wanting you to have a conversation with him, for it to feel normal. Shading your eyes, you put your attention back on the fridge, opening it and seeing what there was to eat. “Oi, i got us food from my way home, i'm sure you’ll like the fresh made food instead.” begrudgingly you closed the fridge door, it seems he had set another date up that you would be forced to play a part of. You held up with a blank expression as you watched Chuuya sigh and put the bags he had down. “Even if you do hate me, it doesn't matter, I really love you.”

His words were soft, it would've been so sweet if you didn't feel like an animal, maybe you’d even smile. Instead you went and sat down, not feeling up to having a fight you’re gonna lose but at the same time you know it's not gonna be enjoyable. This seemed to surprise him, nonetheless Chuuya didn't say anything but only gave a tender smile. He handed over a steak cooked just the way you liked, the wine on the table was finally opened and he was pouring himself a drink. You hated all of this, you want the normality of life back, the one you took for granted and messed it all up.

Wanting to go back to that park, shopping, personal care, not being stuck in a life that could’ve gone so much differently but you’re stuck. Stuck in a hell you ever regret dreaming about, at least that dream had freedom to it. Tears started forming rapidly at your loss, you just wanted it all back. Shakily bringing up a hand to your mouth, this isn't fair. Chuuya started panicking at this, quickly going over towards you and he was trying to hold you. “Hey hey, what's wrong?, what's the matter?”

Seeing you suddenly in tears threw him off as Chuuya tried his best to calm you down by physical touch and hushed words. “stop crying, please stop crying, you’re ruining our perfect day together…” 

His voice was quiet but the tears kept flowing, unwilling to listen to his attempt at calming you down. Any words you tried to speak came out incoherent while your tears shed everywhere. Chuuya kept trying to soothe and calm you down yet nothing was working, he didn't want to get angry at you, he didn't know what else he could do. So there you were left in the kitchen still crying while Chuuya left.

#yandere bsd #bsd x reader #yandere bsd x reader #bsd #yandere #yandere chuuya #yandere chuuya x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya

[dentiststoothfairy]

Okay, okay...how about a hc about a reader that just sacrifices everything??? Like...

You have not enough money? READER GIVES YOU ALL THEIR MONEY!

You and reader have barely eaten and there's only one plate of anything left? Oops, reader has already given you the plate.

In a match? Everyone got away except reader because they always sacrificed themself OOPS

I noticed that I always sacrifice myself for my friends, be it rl or in idv, it's always the same..ehehe

Could I wish for norton, orpheus, naib and emma for this? I'm afraid I don't know how many people you write for. If there are too many, you can leave some out

Ps. Love your writing style!! 💕

[ 🦷🎀 𝙰𝚠𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍! 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍! <𝟹 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝟹 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍!]

🍩 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 🍩 , 📖 𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 📖, 🟢 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐛 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 🟢 & 🌿 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 🌿

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒/𝐎

🍩 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 🍩

This guy grew up on the generosity of others. Being in the mines, it was pretty tough so everyone did what they could to make such a dull a little easier on each other.

Listen. He won't say no if you're coughing up money. Absolutely not... Donuts too? Okay damn-.. HEY! HE'S THE HARASSER! DON'T START TRYING TO PROTECT HIM-

He isn't the type of person for a charity case. He prefers to work hard to achieve what he wants. It not only, shows that he deserves it, but it's plenty refreshing when he actually earns it. So he's a little off put by your generosity at first...

Everytime you give him something. He clarifies "I'm not giving this back".

He's always dumbfounded by the "I know!" Response he got back. Sure, there was generosity... But you were either just.. Stupid or had no sense of value to anything. He just sort of... Questions your sanity a bit.

📖 𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 📖

Honestly, he finds it pretty damn endearing. He doesn't really need anything, but the way you just give anything up to anyone in need truly inspires him.

It's also a little concerning-. Like... You need to take care of yourself, please start putting yourself before other people. You're just as important as others.

He definitely feels bad everytime you're left on chair. You're the type of person to give the shirt of your back to someone in need, so how is it fair that you always get sent back?

He definitely gives back to you in some way. Maybe he slides you some of his own food when he's not hungry to make sure you're getting properly fed, or bodyblock you so you quite literally can't sacrifice yourself without wasting precious time and energy. Hehe, sneaky novelist.

🌿 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 🌿

This girl finds it a little funny that you're always getting sent back to the manor. It's not anything too bad.. It's just an instinct for you to throw yourself into danger so she can escape. It's pretty sweet..

She's also pretty self sacrificing herself. So you know that one picture where it's this couple being held at gun point and they keep going 'noo' to protect each other? Yeah that's you two.. It's all pretty light hearted though.

Does not forget to show you love for all the things you do for her. Flowers litter your room, attempted meals made by her showcase her appreciation and lots of affection. She truly does appreciate you.

She knows you can be pretty self sacrificial so she's often trying to help you out by disabling chairs before you can actually get chaired. This gives you a small opportunity to self heal and RUN.

🟢 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐛 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 🟢

Listen. He loves you. But oh my gOD. He does all of those rescues FOR NOTHING. CAN YOU AT LEAST TRY TO STAY OUT OF DANGER BECAUSE YOU ARE ON YOUR LAST CHAIR AND HE ABSOLUTELY WILL LEAVE YOU HERE.

He appreciates any food you give him. But, he will often half the food you do give to him. Like, if you slyly slip a loaf of bread suddenly onto his place, expect to enjoy half of it with him. He knows what it's like to go hungry and he doesn't want you to experience that.

No matter how many times you frustrate him to hell and back with your absolutely generosity and kindness, he can't help but admire that about you. The world is filled with assholes of every degree, you make this manor a little more tolerable.. Sometimes.

He can also be kind of self sacrificing due to his time in the army, so he will also do his best to make sure you're in tip top shape, but he will indulge in your kindness as some sort of guilty pleasure for the mercenary

#its 3 am #identity v #idv #anon #anon ask #x reader #x y/n #naib subedar x reader #naib x reader #naib subedar #idv naib #norton campbell #norton campbell x reader #norton x reader #emma woods #emma woods idv #emma woods x reader #emma x reader #orpheus identity v #orpheus idv #Orpheus x reader

[theotherhalfoftheshell]

A drabble from one of the hundred Rockstar!Dabihawks AUs in my head ♡ (no beta, just brainrot)

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Touya wiped the sweat from his brow looking out over the crowd in the sold out stadium, "so it's about that time in the show when the rest of the band gets to wimp out and take a little break while I play some acoustic songs,"

The crowd cheers and laughs as his bandmates pelt him with empty water bottles and towels voicing their disapproval as they leave the stage, "boo me all you want, I'm right!"

"As if you don't love having the stage to yourself, fucking diva," Spinner jokes, Touya filps him off in response.

"Anyway, normally I like to ask you guys what songs you want to hear but a certain stab happy princess,"

Toga reappears on the side of the stage, posing a little for the audience in case they didn't know who he was implying.

"Has made a request that I can't refuse for the sake of mine and everyone else's sanity," Touya jokes, rolling his eyes at the little kiss Toga blows his way. "Now I don't know if she's just trying to push the gay agenda or if she just really likes to remind people that I'm an avid Tay Haste fan."

The crowd erupts with cheers, it's not often they do covers on tour but their Haste covers were well loved by their fans, so Touya didn't really mind when Toga had requested they song; A little apprehensive since when the others rarely made request and they'd all seemed rather …chipper? When he'd argued to this one.

Ugh he's starting to sound as paranoid as Shiggy claims he is.

"Quit stalling lover boy!," Toga heckles.

"I can still change m mind ya know," Touya throws back, finally sitting with his guitar in hand. Toga ignores his empty threat.

"Well, you guys ready then?" He started strumming the first notes as the crowd cheered, "Our secret moments, in a crowded room…"

Touya couldn't help that his mind wandered to Keigo everytime he played this song, maybe that's why Toga picked it. A hopeless romantic through and through. And yeah he couldn't deny it fit him and Keigo a little too well.

When they first met (no buzz cut and Touyas hair box dyed black thank you very much) Keigo's management were keeping him on a short leash, saying he needed to portray the image of a ditzy flirt, easy but unattainable. The only time he was to be seen with others would be for pre approved contracted relationships that furthered his career.

Him falling head over tail feathers for the grungy reject of the Todoroki clan was definitely not going to fly. Touya returning those feelings and doing his best to break the pretty bird from his gilded cage didn't help either.

The years they had been forced to keep their relationship quiet had been miserable. Showing up to events separately, sneaking behind the scenes to properly congratulate each other, only being able to refer to each other as 'good friends' when the public saw how close they were.

"There is an indentation, in the shape of you," Touya grins to himself as he sings, "you made your mark on me a golden tattoo."

He'd taken Keigo to get his first tattoo the day his contract ended. Celebrating Keigo's new freedom and going public with their relationship the same day, to very mixed reviews.

Their loyal fans supported them wholeheartedly, having already guessed at their relationship from nearly the beginning, with a creepy amount of stalker like evidence and Touyas own lyrics to back up their claims.

Others hated that Touya, strung-out talentless nepo baby Touya, was tainting their golden boy.

It had only taken one interview with a newly freed Keigo absolutely gushing about Touya for them to realize their criticism would be falling on deaf ears.

"Now I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side," Touya grins, really getting into the song at this point. Who could blame him when flashes of Keigo sleep rumbled hiding from the sun in their bed flashes through his mind, "my one and only, my life line."

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Compress sneaking across the stage, probably trying to get some videos for their socials. Touya can't deny how well videos of him simping do, almost as well as their unofficial band mascot, Mon-chans.

Fuck it, it's not like he ever wanted to hide his love he belts out the little 'ah, ah, ahs' silencing his guitar for the next part, "Say my name and everything just stops…"

"Touya."

His breath catches in his throat as Keigo's voice whispers his name over the stadium speakers.

Years of practice and performing did nothing to save him from stumbling over the next line as he tries to get his heart back to a normal rhythm, "I don't want you like a best friend."

The crowd erupts in cheers, almost as stunned as Touya.

So thats what those fuckers were up to. Oh god they definitely got a video of his face doing something stupid.spirits they would be teasing him about this for months.

Touya wonders if he can get a version of the song with Keigos voice in it for himself. He'd never be able to hear the song another way now.

#dabihawks #hotwings #toukei #rockstar!dabihawks #the leauge of villiams as a band #all do is listen to taylor and think about dabihawks #no i didnt proof read #to1/2s

[shoyoist]

I don't have many siblings, Just a older sister and a younger sister. The older one is like 27 and the younger one is 16. My family prides themselves in driving without a licence, I'm the only one who got one out of the three of us 😭

My older sister doesn't have a motorcycle but her husband does and she always talks about how he goes a lot of places w out her bc she REFUSES to ride a vehicle without any sort of seatbelt or protective walls in case they crash or something. So everytime i call her and go "hey what are y'all doing rn?"

She'll almost always respond with "I'm at home, and my husband just left to go to ___" which means she'd rather sit at home than risk her life. And honestly?? Respect❗❗

But on a irrelevant level, sometimes we'll babysit my younger sister and my boyfriend THRIVES at that moment, because they click like puzzle pieces and they're so mischievous together (for example like somewhere arounf last year, in like march, i think? they catfished on a discord server while the device was connected to the living room tv's chrome cast)

The best way i can describe the experience is that It's like if Bokuto and kenma spent an entire weekend with each other, i genuinely the get the feeling that my older sister is the ONLY SANE PERSON IN MY FAMILY ❗❗❓❓❓

NAWW NOT THE CATFISHING LMAOO that sounds exactly like bokuto and kenma bec of the device being connected to the TV lmfao 😭😭 your older sister keeps herself safe from all the chaos in order to survive it. fr respect.

and what about you? where do you stand in the line of sanity 😭

#°.` ( 💌 ) — colloquy .ᐟ‍ #°.` ( 💌 ) — with xyho .ᐟ‍

[thoughtsaladblog]

Sunset Purple Glasses Don't Look Good On You

It's been a blue and lavender haze these last couple of weeks. Imagine finding someone that's your mirror in so many ways and your flip side in so many others? It's a high. And that's what it's been for me with Mr. Morally Grey. My brain on overdrive, I keep wondering why I'm so attracted to him. I mean I know it's his intellect and wit- always the most attractive quality in someone... But also maybe it's knowing that this will go nowhere.

I've finally met my match. I've met the man who wants all the same things as I and shares very similar ideals and I can't have him. And if there's one thing I know I want- it's what I can't have. I mean, don't we all?

Everytime he talks I feel drawn to him- I just want to curl up on a couch, glass of wine in hand and just listen (probably not quite keeping my hands to myself, but either way). It's so erotic to find someone with so much knowledge to share and at the same time thinks like you; sexually liberal and kind. He comes off all secretive- and he is- but I have him figured for the most part.

I'm still trying to figure out if he genuinely cares or likes to control the situation in how he handles the Friday gang. It has a certain endearing quality to it- almost big brotherly and protective (something I feel for my monsters)- if he is in fact doing it out of concern for them. But there's also the possibility that it's because he is used to controlling situations- and I can't help but wonder if he is trying to protect them but also perhaps control the path their lives take with his influence. But to be fair I have on many occasions been the same- and it has taken a while to teach myself to take a backseat in my kids' lives and not to control the path they take- regardless of how good my intentions are. I'm still learning, when it comes to Dinuth. I have a lot of trouble letting him go make his own mistakes- I always feel like protecting him. So to see similar characteristics in Mr. Grey just feels like meeting a kindred spirit.

I also know that he is very self aware- he knows very well the effect he has on women and that's a thing with him... He needs power and control. He does it so seductively though- pretends to rescind control all in an effort to control the whole situation. He says all the right things- things I like to hear, and I know he does this becasue he knows very well what he stands to gain from it. He is always in control and always needs to be- but wants us to think that somehow we are the ones in control. His mind games are on the level of an advanced psychological thriller- but he always holds the power. Unfortunately as much as it turns me on to be dominated during sex, I'm not used to giving up control at any other time. But he certainly controls me at other times- because he decides when to text back/call and the direction our chat takes. He is a master manipulator...But still I'm drawn to him and his red flags. He's a giant Chinese flag and I'm like the Sri Lankan government at this point- just waving my white flag in surrender, asking to be invaded, pillaged and plundered. He always deflects when I try to make a conversation real or personal, so I'm constantly left obnubilated. But my clouded heart still wants to be his.

Logic and sanity have left the chat. My heart is at the helm now and I'm a tangled mess of emotions, meandering through whatever this is. Wishing it to turn into something it wouldn't- something that can only leave me in a similar state as I was in 2015. But what can I do when my head and heart play tug-o-war and my heart is winning?

So I live in this lavender haze, sunset purple glasses casting a seductive glow on this barren wasteland as I pray for rain in the time of lasting drought.

[aussiepoguepunk]

Perfect Storm pt3 (JJ Maybank x reader)

Summary: heartbreak is hurting JJ in more ways than one.

Warning: angst, mention of pain, crying, JJ's lungs, smut,

Part1 part2

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Why would you do that?” JJ tried to stop himself, but going on not knowing, it was killing him. In that moment JJ was more vulnerable than he had ever been in front of another living soul. He was anxious and confused, his throat burning as a consequence of the sobs that filled his sleep. Heartbreak and desperation tightening around his lungs, awaking that all too familiar pain in his chest.

 “If you rejected me, fine. If nothing happened an-and we kept-'' JJ paused, his lungs tightening. “-kept on the way we’ve always been, I-I-I wouldn’t be confused,” Tears had begun streaming down JJ’s cheeks and he didn’t care at this point. “but..but why kiss me if you were just gonna ...I-I…” JJ ran both his hands through his hair, only making it messier in doing so. “I don’t understand.” he whispered, letting himself cry again with his head in his hands. The sound of his sadness echoing quietly through the van.

Y/n felt her heart shatter. She’d made a mistake in thinking he didn’t have feelings for her.

JJ’s muscles tensed from the unexpected contact. Y/n having wrapped her arms around the boy, one around his back, the other coming under his chin.

“I’m so sorry, JJ.” She rested her head lightly on his shoulder that shook with each of the boys’ quiet cries. “I was trying to prevent anything from getting too complicated. When you said you had a thing for me I misunderstood and thought it was just in a sexual way.” She hugged him tighter. “I never meant to hurt you.”

JJ tried to stop crying but his lungs felt like they were on fire. In an attempt to cope, even though he knew it would do nothing, he clutched the fabric that covered his chest. A weak cry of pain barely leaving his mouth. 

Y/n removed her arms from around the blonde. “JJ, please stop crying” she brought her hands to his face, getting him to face her. It was then that she saw his red puffy eyes. JJ had always been a master of puppy dog eyes, so to see their beautiful blue colour stained with sadness was unbearable. He still held his chest, strands of his hair sticking out in all directions.

“It...it hurts.” JJ sobbed, beginning to move away. Y/n pulled him back to her.

“I know, sweetie. I'm so sorry. I should have talked to you about it, I was just-”

“N-No my...my lungs” he managed to correct her.

It took Y/n a second to realize what he was talking about, but once she had her only concern was him. Well, more than before. 

“Shit. Okay, do you think you can move to the back of the van? Maybe lay down.” Y/n asked, a new tone of concern and care taking over her voice. JJ only shook his head, breathing becoming more difficult as he continued to cry. 

“What-how do you usually stop the pain?” Y/n tried not to sound alarmed.

“I... c-c-calm.” JJ whimpered.

“Alright just… hey JJ...hey come on” she tried to get him to look at her again but he was beginning to panic.

There were probably a dozen other things y/n could have done but she didn’t have time to think about them all, she just went with her gut. Guiding JJ out from behind the steering wheel, she pushed his shoulders back. Y/n sat herself on one of JJ’s legs and took his face in her hands, kissing him gently. JJ froze, his breath caught in his throat, letting out a long exhale when Y/n pulled away.

“You’re okay J. I got you, alright.” she hummed. JJ looked up at her, his breathing slowly steadying as he tried to speak. “Shhh. Breathing first. Talking later.” Y/n hushed, pushing back stray hairs that had fallen on the boy's forehead.

JJ let himself lean into her touch, the fiery pain in his chest gradually dying. His fingers toyed with the hem of the sweatpants pockets to further calm his nerves and focused on Y/n as she fixed his disheveled hair, listening to her sigh quietly once she brought her attention back to him. JJ closed his eyes at the feeling of gentle hands on the back of his neck, moving his hands up from the pockets of the sweatpants to hold her sides. It was a peaceful moment, the boys breathing stabilizing as a welcoming warmth fluttered in his stomach.

After a small movement on Y/n’s behalf the warmth and anything JJ felt was feeling overshadowed, a grunt being drawn from the surfer. 

“What? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Y/n panicked, trying to move away when JJ held her sides tighter, releasing whimper that sounded desperate, and more needy.

“nothi- mmh- Nothing’s wrong, just-” He tried to speak but JJ had become painfully aware of the placement of Y/n’s knee and where it kept grazing everytime she moved while she straddled one of his legs.

“Oh, God! P-Please stop moving!” JJ pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut when Y/n’s knee brushed against his groin again.

“Am I hurting you? I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d be too heavy.” With a small voice she apologised and began to push herself off of him, only to be pulled back.

“No! Fuck. You’re not too heavy, Y/n.” JJ took a quick glance between the two before letting his head fall back on the seat . “Y-Your knee just isn’t in the best place for you to keep moving around like that.” 

Her face glowed red once Y/n noticed what was happening. A tingling sensation beginning between her thighs.

“oh”

“If you could just- mgh- just give me a minute to-mmh” he stopped when she began to litter his jaw with kisses.

“I’m...here...to...help you J” she whispered against his neck.

“Let’s move to the back then” JJ gestured to the vans back seat.

A hoodie and JJ’s boxers were all that kept them apart as he pulled her to sit on his leg again, desperate kisses and needy hands bringing them closer. Gripping her hips firmly, he guided her centre to slowly rock back and forth on his thigh, cherishing the little whines she released at the contact. The pace he kept her at was torture. Fighting against JJ’s stong hold, she did anything she could to go even the slightest bit faster. 

His thigh glistened from her arousal, feeling himself grow harder while the sounds of her wetness moving against him filled his ears.

“p-ple-ease” she breathed, gripping his shoulder tightly, trying to grind down on him more.

“You want more, baby?” he teased, somehow slowing the pace even more. She nodded eagerly, biting her lip to suppress her moans.

“You can have my fingers. Do you want that, angel?” JJ slid his right hand to rest on the inside of Y/n's leg that sat between his.

“Please J” she begged, letting a needy whimper slip past her lips.

“Well since you asked so nicely...” Carefully JJ caressed her inner thigh, making his way upwards, eventually beginning to massage her. He moved his fingers up and down through her folds, spreading them apart to toy with her clit between two fingers. Y/n gasped at touch, tingles of pleasure swirling through her. But just as it had begun, it disappeared, the wonderful feeling vanishing for only a moment as JJ freed her from the hoodie that covered her naked body. He resumed his previous actions, now using his other hand to tenderly caress her breasts. 

“Move your leg over, baby” JJ instructed, removing his hands. 

"but I like it here." Y/n whined, displeased once again with the loss of touch.

JJ pulled her forward kissing her sweetly, leaning next to her ear "So do I, baby. But I'd like you grinding on my dick even more" he whispered, his sentence very near being enough to make the girl cum then and there. 

God how she wanted him, both in the purest and most scandalous way. 

Y/n shifted her body to straddle JJ, resting her hands on his stomach as he laid back against the seat. His many hours of manual labour in different jobs had most certainly played off, leaving him with an abdomen that would put famous sculptures to shame. 

Profanities fell from her mouth, rolling her hips over the surfers tightly clothed hard-on. The girl bit her lip to suppress the uncontrollable expressions of pleasure when JJ's hips bucked upwards from underneath her. 

"This is great and all babe" he panted, slowing down the pace and lifting Y/n's hips so that she would hover barely centimeters off of him. "but if we keep going, I'm gonna cum in my boxer" 

There was a moment of silence, Y/n trying to think of words to say, all sensibility blurred for pleasure. 

JJ rushed to fill the quiet "if you don't wanna go any further, tell me. I won't do anything you don't want to." He explained. 

Y/n was happy that JJ was being a gentleman about things, it was very reassuring, but right now he looked so good layed back on that seat, torso coated from perspiration as his hands gripped her thighs. She'd much prefer to skip the chivalry. 

Anticipation began to shape her thoughts, mind imagining all the ways the two of them could express their affections. She quivered feeling her wetness leek down her inner thigh, a needy whimper leaving her.

"JJ. For my sanity and yours, can we skip over the whole 'taking it slow' thing?" She pleaded, shifting under JJ's hold in desperation of any sort of friction.

Without a word the boy lifted her from his lap. The cool leather of the seat sent goosebumps rippling over her body when it came in contact with her warm skin. 

JJ stood, removing his boxers swiftly. The bulge that previously occupied his underwear had displayed his size well, his erection now free from the constricting fabric. 

The blonde kneeled between Y/n's legs, leaving a trail of kisses upwards until their eyes met once again. 

"There are so many things I wanna do to you right now." JJ sighed, moving his fingers teasing between Y/n's thighs. He was driving her crazy.

"Can you just fuck me." y/n suggested, entirely flustered. 

JJ pretend to think for a moment. "Well I suppose eating you out can wait for another time." 

Before long the van began to rock with every movement, every thrust JJ made. The sound of Y/n panting his name was as sweet as he had dreamed. 

"Sounds so beautiful, baby." He'd whisper in her ear, kissing along her jaw, every now and then groaning when her fingernails would dig into his back. All of it building, every moan and kiss leading up to their peak. 

The climax was blissful, pure serenity away from the lighting of the storm. 

JJ rested his forehead on hers, Y/n's chest heaving up and down quickly. 

"I'm really glad we could work out our differences." JJ laughed lazily. 

"oh yeah, I really think it strengthened our relationship." y/n smiled moving wet hair away from JJ's face. 

He pulled her in to rest her head on his chest. They laid there staring at the roof peaceful and content, but something seemed off with JJ. A look of concentration painted across his face, staring at the roof as thought it was presenting him with a math problem.

"You okay, J?" Y/n ask lifting her head from his chest. JJ contemplated his answer, nervous that he might mess up the moment.

"Are we- um... you and I…" he was cut off with a soft and loving kiss.

"Yeah. We are." Y/n nodded, bitting her lip.

The blanket now comfortably draped over both of them, they held each other close for the rest of the night.

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I feel like the ending could have been better. :/ but I still like it.

Taglist: @taylathornton @skyfallgazingstar @poguesarah @mysticalhearteagle-trin @wannabejjmaybankswhore @gia-maybank

#jj maybank #obx #the pogues #obx memes #jj maybank pop punk #outerbanks #punk jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #angst #smut #storm

[baka-writings]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐒

Warnings: suggestive themes, i...got carried away

A/N: I don't know if it's only my Tumblr acting up, but when I search ONEUS to get a gif I get anything but that, so If this gif below is yours please tell me so I can cr you!

𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐧

long, heavy and passionate make session

making out with Youngjo would everytime be hot

his kisses would be passionate and deep, at times rough, If he is really horny

most of the time it'd lead to something more unless it's a quick make out session, then you'd continu that later ;)

he'd want you beneath him so he can have full control

hands all over your body

one most likely stroking your ass/thigh

the second one holding your head still

so you're looking at him

he'd move his hip A LOT

also a tease, would make u beg for him tbh

anyway

grinding his hard on you

would love it if you moan, more like it if you moan his name

he'd also be a bit cocky especially if you're being pleased just by making out with him

cuz hE dId tHaT-

anyway like i said before, it'd lead to something more, not immediately but after some time

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐨

he'd like to have you pinned against a wall

if he's really horny, he'd want to pin your hands over your head and work his was to what he wants

the other hand would travel everywhere kn your body

if he wasn't that horny, he'd let your hands be

but make sure you use them well ;)

then his hands would be on your hips to keep you closer to him

his kissed would be hungry yet sweet?

if that makes sense

hickeys

both giving and receiving

making out with Seoho would be sensual as well and might lead to something more

wouldn't always thought, but most of the time

he'd take your right there, fuck you into the wall ;)

𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨

he'd be like a gentleman he is

long make out session

at time

but mostly yes

his kisses would nost of the time be passionate and full of love

unless he's mad/jealous

to him it doesn't matter in what position you're making out

as long as he can hold you close to himself

I'm 100% sure he'd enjoy using that voice of his on you

if it's just an innocent making out he'd say something like how pretty you are etc

but if he's turned on or in a rather.. let's say not so good mood, he'd whisper some dirty shit

and we all live for it

i don't think making out with Geonhak would always lead to sex

mostly only when he's in a wild mood (you as well)

you better show him if you want to continue further tho

cuz i think even if he knew you wanted it, he'd be waiting for you to "say" something ;)

𝐊𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐞

semi long make outs ?

he'd want to be beneath you while you stradle him

preferably him laying down and you leading the make out

but i think making out with him would be so great 😭

like you'd be stradling him, his hand on your hip or thighs or both

he'd inderectly lowkey want you to move your hips

he'd be VERY vocal if you do so

while you're kissing him

kisses with Keonhee are loving, soft

most of the time.. ..

i don't think making out with him would lead to sex

probably only to some cuddling

or giving each other head tbh-

𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

this sensitive boy oh my god okay

well as much as making out with him is fun

it'd be short (no pun)

for obvious reasons

anytime he wants to make out he's cuddly.. well more than usual and folllws you anywhere you go lmao

he prefers to be stradled as well

preferably while he sits down nicely and you make your way on his lap

kisses with him are rather sloppy and playful

lots of smiling tbh

his hands would be all over you

please kiss his neck

he'd mark you

a lot tbh

move your hips a few times and he's already hard

and whiny

if you're really in the mood, tease him

make him whine more

with that also get ready for him to ruin you

cuz his hips don't lie

this gif i-

he's been ruining my sanity for the past uhh month

he'd initiate it by being clingy.. same like Hwanwoong... more than usual

𝐗𝐢𝐨𝐧

kinda slow make outs

and rather long but not too much

that's on his good days

but on his bad/lazy days he'd give you THE look (check gif)

and tell you what he wants

if you don't obey right away be ready for some teasing (& being edged oops if you do the do)

anyway

kisses are lazy yet loving

he prefers making out somewhere he can lay down and have you hover/stradle/be on top of him

but even if you're on top, he'd make sure you do what he wants

not in s demanding way ofc

but if you don't do it

HE'LL WHINE FOR A WEEK

he'd hold you in place so you don't move because he knows if you do he'll get hard soon

this way he's being a bit bratty

so tease him pls

yet again would whine

i don't think making out with him would lead to sex tho

because he's lazy

#kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #oneus #oneus smut #oneus reactions #oneus scenarios #oneus ravn #oneus seoho #oneus leedo #oneus keonhee #oneus hwanwoong #oneus xion #ravn smut #seoho smut #leedo smut #keonhee smut #hwanwoong smut #xion smut

[i-love-hobbies]

Eda's reckless behaviour and overall mental health

Summary

Eda is a genius, but is very emotional when making decisions (not anger, but fear, stress ect.)

Her reckless behaviour and apple blood problem in my opinion are her ways of running from reality.

In season 1 she made a bit of progress on this issue. Then the finale happened. Then she made again progress and s2ep7 did a complete reset. And she is making progress now again.

Eda's intelligence

She's been a criminal for thirty years. She has been in the shady business for an extremely long time. Yes magic definitely helps but you also have to find a way to be on top of the game, so you can survive.

Remember Tibbles' shrinking potion. She can't really use a lot of magic if she is shrinked or poisoned and dead, can she? Not to talk about her enemies which you'd think would attack her now that she is magicless.

They haven't on screen, yet. The only ones that tried are Adegast and Tibbles and they both died without her using any magic (or close to nothing).

Now we know that she doesn't make plans a lot on screen. In s2ep3 especially she just let's Luz make the plan but that's because she is her mentor.

In s2ep6 Luz used sleeping needles which is wild magic so no, it's not knowledge coming from Hexside. Also the pickpocketing Luz mentioned.

Teachers don't do the tests instead of students.

She teaches her everything that isn't glyphs. I wouldn't be surprised if she has told stories to Luz about her best "outsmarting everyone in the room" moments.

Now we have seen some of her problem solving on screen. One of which was in ep.18 fight only using her channelled magic trough the staff (im not taking credit for noticing this, have no idea who did though) and used the bridge.

Also if she can telepathically talk to her staff. Owlbert saving Luz was probably her idea.

She had her impact on Raine's rebellion as well, without having magic or turning into a harpy.

"You are not our mom!"

"Wow, we actually helped people this time!"

"Bye, mommy Eda!"

In the back of her head she knows exactly what to do, everytime something happens.

Eda's mental health

Eda's curse and the nightmares it causes. The father incident. The fact that she probably thought Lilith was scared of her.

Lilith's hidden guilt and her taking her father's eye out don't mix well together. I wouldn't be surprised if they barely spoke even if they lived in a house together.

Her losing Raine.

Her faith in the emporer being broken.

She has seen a lot of death, that does impact people.

Season 1

At the beginning of the series she was making a lot of bad choices which don't aline with her experience.

The series starts with her getting caught by Warden Wrath. Instead of just sneaking, they were just walking comfortably in the corridors.

They are kids, one from another dimension, but her... She doesn't know better? And for a paper crown that she can replace by stealing from someone else.

Next episode we are introduced to her morning drink later on confirmed to be for adults only. And that drink didn't get a mention for the rest of the season. In that episode she is also not the most clear-headed. She didn't try to sneak, she didn't use potions. Didn't try to plan.

A list about her being impatient can go on and on.

So when does she think. When she realises it's dangerous (aka when it's right in her face). Literally in the first episode the moment she started doing stuff is when she got caught and spat on the warden's face.

In episode 2 she didn't do that because she didn't know if Luz was alive and had a hard time bottling her feelings. Like if Luz proved to him to be hard to keep tight up he could have killed her, the girl that came back for her and her son yesterday. And she proved to Eda that she is a little dangerous the previous episode with her fireworks.

Eda was rational again, after she was with both King and Luz.

As the series went on though she started to calm down a bit.

Firstly, the fact that she was so focused on fixing her card problem, after Tibbles scammed her, that she trew them away in another dimension.

I was wondering how she overcame it so quickly.

It also shows her knowledge of how to handle this type of problems which brings up a question. How did she learn it?

Secondly let's compare the first half of the season to the second.

1. Everything I already pointed out and was hiding the curse. The stuff that happened in ep.5. Her refusal to be parental in ep.7. Body swapped.

2. She gets scammed again (this time though, how do you expect that someone was digging their own grave). Didn't use a sleeping spell on the slitherbeast immediately instead was just standing there. Got caught by the fun police. Worsened King's stage fright.

In ep.15 because of her ignorance Luz and Amity almost die. Except that is not the full story. She had at this point a lot of faith in Luz and this was her friend's mind.

For Amity it's not that she hated her. Amity actually saved her in ep.12. It's because she wasn't that important for her to realise. "Omg Willow is at the very least extremely mad at her."

It's again a refusal to think, but for a stranger and not really on purpose. It was just a habit of hers.

Episode 18 and 19

At the beginning of the episode. Eda hid the curse, again.

When she learned that Lilith had kidnapped Luz. She didn't try to make a plan. She just revealed herself in all her glory while her magic was disappearing.

Shot the staff in a wall while she was having no idea, what that was supposed to accomplish.

Luz showed up and she finally started thinking.

Afterwards Lilith said we all know what and for the first time Eda's anger was the leader of her choices and Luz almost fell on to the spikes.

So then, for the very least a night, she was stuck in her mind with something, that was chasing her. She woke up to Emporer Baby the B*tch, who was telling her, he was about to go after Luz.

And no she didn't believe in Lilith, but was so overwhelmed. It was insane. So she begged. After some more running, she woke up to Luz in the Comformatoriam.

Next, she was about to get petrified and for awhile this was the calmest things have been since she got caught. Then Lilith shows up (ah yes she existed).

King jumped "She was trying to help!". Wait King was there.

Petrification beam go.

PURE PAIN!

Then she got the idea for all of them to fly away. Lilith shared the curse making the confusion even bigger. Then her magic is gone (that was a thing). She learned that the portal is destroyed. Now she was living with Lilith and might have starved to death with everyone else in the house.

After all of this she not only tried but HAD TO pretend that she was mentally stable, so they could survive this mess.

Season 2A

In episode 1 she told Luz not to go after big bounties and then tried to steal from a coven's ship.

At this point her emotions are the only thing that made decisions while they were also getting hidden. Don't get me wrong she did help and should, especially Luz but it's ALL feelings. She didn't think about consequences, which sometimes are good.

She didn't attack Lilith cause it's just not the time, she's scared from her own anger. Plus she can't really stand being with the roller coaster of emotions, that came with being in one room with her.

This didn't mean she didn't work with her and hadn't listened to the backstory, though.

The episode ends with her and everyone else not being close to dieing. Finally!

So now what? She tried to think about Lilith? Yeah, she probably preferred not to.

Then her glyph almost kills King, but Lilith showed up and helped. This is probably a familiarity she missed. So again she decided not to process it, but it definitely sticks.

She also didn't notice Luz being hurt.

Next episode, we saw Eda taking a shower which means she has healthy coping mechanisms, at least one, self-care and is not yet a workaholic.

Luz's apple blood joke is concerning.

After the events of episode 3. Luz probably told her that Lilith stayed with her and King, instead of just leaving them, get killed by Jean-Luc.

Then Eda still isn't certain where she stands about everything and Lilith just left, with her final act being, giving King mental issues.

Throughout this whole thing her mom was there with her cures/annual accidental attempt to kill her favourite daughter.

In this episode, Eda fell for apple blood signs. Rationality is out of the window.

In ep.6 she decided to help, with students getting palisman. Again not thinking about all the trauma, but finally doing something against her first instinct.

In ep.7 she heard King's "Le-" and refused to fully process, where the heck is he gonna go.

She also punched someone, cause this is gonna work?

Now she has reconnected with Raine having no idea should she even think of a romantic relationship again? And decided to be useful at least for something since she "can't raise kids".

She was helping and being very good at it, but it came from fear of loneliness.

Then she heard that Belos has a plan and just is overwhelmed. What if the kids get hurt, is she powerless?

Oh, look! Raine might be dead!

Next episode she overworked herself.

In between ep.8 and 9 she was trying to scare the beast into transforming. (She is losing her sanity. Literally the previous episode told her not to do that.)

In episode 9 again it's all emotional. She wants to feel better and be stronger, so she told King to blast her (almost blasting Amity), hit fool's blood even though Amity said the lake is further ahead.

Luckily she showed progress too.

She ate voles, which was against how she was feeling.

In ep.10 she was scared of letting Luz in the portal. I'm not saying she wouldn't have before, but I don't think it was easy.

Right now, after s2ep10, I think she isn't the most mentally stable. But she is definitely working on it.

#toh #the owl house #eda clawthorne #toh eda #eda the owl lady #edalyn clawthorne #the owl lady #toh lilith

[nolansnose]

To my moots: I did A THING. Wrote a lil something. A Nolpat imagine *gasps*

This is unfinished and I will only be updating this everytime Patty gets a point or better yet, score a goal!

Edited and rb'd because this has been updated!

(With added steam 🙈)

Summary: Surprise!

Nolan Patrick x whoever you wanna pair him with in your head

UNTITLED

They hadn't exchanged any kind of communication in three weeks. That kind of radio silence from both their ends wasn't normal. It has been a month since they saw each other last, they were both busy --- she with the endless demands and responsibilities of being the new executive assistant to the director of medical services while Nolan was training in preparation for the incoming season.

It amazes her how they were able to give each other attention in the past year and how they haven't given up on each other. It wasn't easy, it's daunting at times, at least for her.

For someone with such a demanding job and schedule, she truly couldn't figure out how she was able to give time to Nolan.

She didn't understand how someone like her was able to pique his interest or that he continued to give her attention, well, not until these past few weeks. She may be busy but during moments that she wasn't thinking about work, Nolan makes sudden, sometimes unwelcome appearances in her thoughts.

Unwelcome because she shouldn't be thinking about him. They're not... Argh! She sighed and put down the book she's trying so hard to understand in her lap. She's in an old cottage by the beach, alone for this long weekend, her first non work related trip after a long while since being appointed and she's alone. She should be relaxing, resting, eating sumptuous meals and reading this... Shit it was Nolan who gave her this book. Why did she pick this one to bring? She sighed again and tried for the nth time to relax in the couch she was perched on. She put her feet up in the arm rest and reached for the tea in the side table to drink but grimaced as its already cold.

As cold as the weather that wasnt apt for the place she was in. Beaches are made for warm, summery weather, not rain and cold drafts. She looked out the window and shook her head because it was still raining. The rain peltering the roof was loud and... what was that?

She heard something beside the raindrops. Footsteps. Rustling. Knocking? Was someone knocking?

But she wasn't expecting anyone.

Still, she stood up and headed for the kitchen which was near the parking area of the resort she was in. She clutched her chest when she saw another shadow beside the plants outside. Shit! A thief? But this was an exclusive resort!

She grabbed the fruit bowl in the counter and headed for the kitchen door. There was that sound again. Footsteps. And knocking.

She took a deep breath and raised the bowl above her head, ready to whack whoever was on the other side of that door. She unfastened the locks and opened the door.

"Fuck!", the 'intruder' called out and caught the bowl before it made contact with his face.

"Nolan?", she blinked.

The newcomer put down the bowl and raised the hood of his jacket. "Hi,"

"I thought you were a thief!"

Nolan looked at her with amusement. " I knocked but there was no answer."

"When was that? I didn't hear anything."

"Uh, five minutes ago?", he asked as he grabbed a clean towel out of the basket on the washing machine near the door. "May I?"

She exhaled loudly while moving away from the door so Nolan could dry his shoes in the mat and removed his jacket which was also wet.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. How did he even know she was here? Oh. Right. She remembered telling him about this weekend trip the last time they were together.

"I missed you," he said. "You didn't text or call."

"You never did, too," she pointed out.

"Hey, I called," he said with a bit of pain in his voice.

"When did you call?"

"Are you going to let me come in or do I have to defend myself by your kitchen door?"

2

"What's that for?", she asked having glanced at his backpack.

"Change of clothes. I've been in town for a few days, actually ", he replied honestly.

She gave him another quick look before going back to retrieve the cup of tea in the living room and brought it up in the kitchen to heat in the microwave. She felt his eyes on her while she set the timer.

"Chamomile?", Nolan asked just as he put down his already opened backpack in the kitchen counter and took out a clean pair of socks.

She didn't know whether to be irritated or happy that he remembered her preference. Normally, she'd appreciate it but now she felt cornered. Vulnerable. She came here to unwind, rest and think, -- to escape from all that's troubling her -- that included Nolan.

Yep, trouble. That's Nolan, alright. What else would you call the man who chose to entangle himself with someone like her? Even for a weekend, she wanted a break. She wanted him out of her head, her body and her bed.

"You still haven't answered why you're here," she took the mug out of the oven and set it on the counter. She caught the smirk on his face. "What?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Nolan took a step towards her and tenderly caressed her arm."Didn't you miss me?"

She looked up into his eyes to see a worry there she didn't normally see.

They've talked about their situation a handful of times before, where they're headed eventually. Together they've decided that its better if no one else knew whatever kind of relationship they were to have.

She can't remember exactly how that topic came about, but they wound up in bed together before defined lines were ever set.

This, whatever this was, has gone on for a year, a short time compared to others. She knew she shouldn't keep her hopes or expectations up, but sometimes, she gets tired of her feelings being hurt from a misunderstanding because nothing was solid or made public. Sometimes the feelings were his. Sometimes he acted jealous or frustrated because she behaved in a way that made him question the exclusivity they had agreed on a year ago.

"Not at all?" His low, lazy voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

She shook her head. "No."

He leaned into her some more, their closeness made her feel like she's drowning. "Liar."

Then his mouth met hers and she instinctively opened her mouth to allow his tongue to enter. He tasted sweet and salty like caramel popcorn. He satisfied every urge and each craving.

A whimper escaped her throat and he had her pushed against the counter with one hand in her hair as the other lifted her leg and grabbed her ass. He knew how to completely envelop her into a whirlwind of sex. It started out with a kiss as it always did.

And this kiss grew more fervent and she felt a familiar hardness push against her in just the right place. He made her feel sexy and desirable in a way that she revelled in. His kisses were addictive.

Its hard to reclaim her sanity everytime they ended up like this, like he drained whatever courage she had left. But before she could totally gave in, she held Nolan's arm firmly and pushed him away from her. He moaned a little as a protest but moved away and let her right herself.

The desire for her was evident in his eyes, in his jeans and she tried not to look but his scent, his kiss lingered. She was still dazed and her heart was beating wildly.

"What?" He asked as he touched the edge of his mouth.

"We can't continue this, Nolan", she insisted.

He shook his head. "We're not doing anything we haven't done bef----"

"No", she cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "This as in hiding. We thought it wont get this complicated given our work and who we are, we thought it'd be easy. None of this is easy, Nolan."

"Thank you for saying we, instead of you," he nodded as he answered. "Seriously. We both said this unofficial exclusive thing would be easy and a breeze and I'm glad you didn't pile the blame for your feelings just on me."

She looked at him carefully. Sometimes, his prankness still startled and overwhelmed her. She hoped and tried hard for its effect to not register on her face.

"Whoa," he said with one eyebrow raised when her gaze turned squinty. "Why are you looking at me like I just told you I'm getting married or something?"

"Let's end this, Nolan," she said in a faint voice, then grabbed the mug of tea again.

She felt him observing her eventhough her attention was on the tea she's drinking.

"You already said that four months ago."

"This time I meant it." She said in a voice lacking of conviction.

#nolan please shoot the pucks more #nolan patrick #nolan patrick fic #nolan patrick imagine #nhl imagine #this fic is a one time thingy

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

Yey! New fallout blog. I'm so glad, it's honey on my heart! :D Do you have a lot of requests? I have two questions-ideas that you may like. 1: I like to think that Nick has memories that allow him to dance pre-war swing dances. But what about the rest of the companions? How do they react to Sole dancing lindy-hop (it's such fun and energy!) and/or blues-dancing (so slow, lazy, smooth and sexy). Do they know how to dance, do they want to learn from Sole, or do they very strongly refuse to dance?

yes, i have a lot of requests but i love it! keeps me occupied. i have taught ballroom dancing for a good four years of my life and i know about 10 dances. i’m absolutely in love with it! thank you for requesting this. <3

can you imagine the boys in an slightly unbuttoned, loose collared shirt with slacks and a belt.... 🤩

please enjoy! i will make it crushing companions because who doesn’t like a little romance in their life?

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Danse:

danse is a killjoy, he doesn’t understand the joy of dancing and what impact it has on people. whenever he caught the sight of people doing it, he stood on his opinion that it was nothing but a waste of time. well, that was until he saw sole dance themselves. they had been dragged onto the floor by a friend of theirs and began lindy hopping as if they were suddently recharged and full of energy. even if he tried to deem it as a distraction later in the day, he knew he couldn’t pry his eyes away no matter how hard he tried. he had seen many people dance in his lifetime at brotherhood gatherings and such, but had never seen anyone do it like sole had. danse isn’t a dancer and will probably never be one. this man has spent his entire life in a tin can and is probably already built like one. he is horribly stiff and cannot move for the life of him. even if you were to hold him at gun point, he’d still harshly refuse to do so. after all, danse couldn’t even do the macarena even if he tried. he knows that he is incapable of dancing, which is why he absolutely avoids doing it at all costs. even if he was utterly in love with sole, he’d still reject the offer of learning their hobby and instead watch them dance from afar, secretly gushing over the smile their plastered their face whenever they did so.

Deacon:

he would think it’s absolutely amazing how sole could still remember fragments of their dancing 200 years later. hell, he can’t even remember what he ate last night for dinner, so it’s easy to say he’s impressed by their hobby and how physically demanding it is. the minute he saw sole and perform such an energetic dance, showcasing various fancy twirls and skills on the dance floor, he’d be completely bought, no further questions asked. deacon knows how to dance just for his disguises and such, but had never went beyond the basic steps of it. now that he had seen everything beyond what he’s ever known, he’d become very fascinated by it. he’d practically tackle sole on the floor, nearly begging them to teach him how to lindy hop and he definitely was not gonna accept no as an answer. the more sole had taught him, the more he became passionate about it, pressing sole to teach him more. in the end, he’d be more than willing to learn and even go as far as performing it with sole in different disguises while on their missions. after all, there’s no one he’d rather do it with besides the star themselves- the sole survivor.

Maccready:

maccready is instantly absorbed into soles talent of lindy hopping and although he doesn’t cheer out loud like everyone else does in the bar, he’s smiling proudly while leaning back in his seat. the sight of sole happy and energetic while doing what they love brings a warm feeling to his chest and he hopes that one day he’s able to make them smile the same way. after a few performances, mac would confront sole about it and ask about their history with dancing, curiousity eventually catching up to him. mac would try to listen as they spoke passionately about their hobby but their words would eventually turn into static as he instead admired their face like a middle school crush. he’d blush when sole snapped him out of it and would just reply with a simple, “that’s good.” as if he listened to them in the first place. although mac is engrossed by their talent, he will not dance no matter the circumstances. it wasn’t like mac was stiff or anything when moving his body, it was more of the fact that he was embarrassed to even attempt to dance in front of anyone, especially in front of the only person he has a crush on. mac naturally doesn’t favor any attention on him, so he refuses to learn how to dance for his sanity and don’t even get me started on creating physical contact with sole if he did choose to learn from them. if he were to accept their offer, his crush would be obvious to everyone within a 5 feet range. the thought of sole even linking their hand with his automatically gives him a heart attack, so for that to happen in real time would be an absolutely different story he wasn’t going to find out. he’d support them completely with their dancing but would wave off the idea of him doing the same for personal reasons no one should know.

Hancock:

oh man, the sight of his crush blues dancing on the floor in front of everyone was so sexy in his eyes. the way their hips swayed and how slow and sensual their movements were drove him crazy. especially the way their confidence shone throughout the room made him fall in love with them even more. although he didn’t like the idea of them dancing with someone else, he sure liked the scene right in front of him. his whiskey would be completely neglected as he smirked, watching them dance passionately. hancock is a dancer, but more specifically, a slow dancer. before he had met sole formerly, he had picked up various individuals through different tactics and there’s no doubt that he’s used slow dancing as one. it always won the women over somehow, so he often did it. now that the mayor had his eyes on someone after countless years of avoiding love, he’d be utterly determined to impress sole with dance skills of his own that he had mastered. hopefully, he’d win their heart in the process of doing so. hancock would even try to sharpen them more before he built up the courage to ask sole for a dance. once he did so, it was simple to assume that sole was anything but disappointed.

Nick Valentine:

he’s thrilled to know that sole still contained their memories of prewar dances like he had. he always disliked the fact that prewar dances in the commonwealth were completely disregarded to rot slowly as time passed. it was such a unique hobby and talent nowadays and nick assumed he was going to rust away before he could find another person who could dance as good as anyone back in the prewar era. when sole had presented various dances, such as lindy hop and blues dancing, to a crowd in sanctuary, he’d become automatically ecstatic, a large grin forming on his face. he’d immediately walk over to sole, politely asking for their hand for permission to join in. though nick wasn’t the greatest anymore at dancing and was a bit rusty at it due to his body limiting him, they’d still catch the attention of the crowd who cheered them on happily. he had forgotten how good it felt to be doing something he once enjoyed doing in his past life. obviously by now, you can assume nick is an excellent dancer amongst all the companions and would be the closest to soles level of dancing. he is a very romantic guy, signalling that he prefers much more slower dances and in this case, blues dancing. the fact that he’s in love with sole only proves this more and whenever they’re in private and he has the chance to ask for a dance alone, he does without hesitation. after a while, they’d come up with routines of their own and it was become a nightly habit to dance with each other, whether slowly or with energy.

Preston:

he’d be one of the many companions that would be cheering on for sole as they blues danced or lindy hopped on the floor, saying things like, ‘that’s my general!’ or ‘woohoo! go sole!’. secretly, he’d enjoy the small blush that would appear on their face whenever prestons voice boomed amongst the noisy crowd. he wanted to make sure that sole knew he was watching and that he was their biggest supporter, regardless of the abundance of people watching them. he’s absolutely supportive with soles habit of dancing and often asks them about it, knowing that it was one of their passions that still continued to stick with them even after the bombs dropped. preston would be happy to learn from sole, accepting their offer before they could say another word. it wouldn’t hurt to try something new and if he didn’t like it, he could always just stop after all. luckily for sole, he would immediately find himself liking every dance they taught him, whether it was slow or fast, and would enjoy practicing every once in a while to take his mind off the stress. the feeling of soles hands against his shoulder blade and his hand was more than enough to brighten up any bad day. preston is the type of dancer where he’d prefer to perform and practice in private rather than showcasing to a crowd. he was definitely very shy about it and a little insecure of his skills, but with time, he would eventually attempt to dance in public with sole. maybe not everytime, but it would happen occasionally.

Sturges:

boy, oh boy, lemme tell you right now. sturges is in love with prewar history, so once sole presented their skills of dancing, he’d be practically bombarding them with compliments and questions. he wouldn’t hide the fact at all that he was impressed by their set of skills and would even give them a cute ass nickname like, “my little dancer,” to which he laughed at whenever sole blushed madly. as much as the lindy hopping caught his eye, he liked the movements of blue dancing and the music that came along with it. it was much more of his style, really. the day sole came up to him and asked if he wanted to learn, he had agreed, knowing that he couldn’t say no to such a charming individual. sadly though, sturges has done nothing similar to dancing in his life and is as stiff as a rock when sole first teaches him, often stepping on their foot or stumbling over nothing. he’d blush in embarrassment, apologizing profusely whenever an error was made. he’s a mechanic- he fixes, repairs, tinkers and builds. it was something he enjoys doing and something he was great at. now this- this was something definitely new in his life and something he was absolutely horrible at. although he can’t dance for shit, he’s willing to bite back the hesitation so he could take advantage of whatever time he has with sole.

Gage:

he wouldn’t really have a high opinion of soles dancing but wouldn’t deny the fact that he was slightly impressed by their talent. never has he once seen anyone in nuka world dance the same as sole did and he definitely wasn’t gonna push away the fact that it was something unique and interesting to watch. even if he didn’t tell that to sole out loud, the way his eyes followed their every movement spoke louder than any words he could’ve pulled out of his ass. from time to time, he’d compliment them in his own way, saying things, such as, ‘nice footwork you got there, boss’ or ‘don’t see much of that these days’. sole would eventually taunt him by accusing gage that he liked the performance to which gage playfully snickered at it while rolling his eyes. you never put gage and dancing in the same sentence. he’s absolutely against himself doing so and would rather jump off a cliff willingly than to be caught doing such a thing. there’s nothing you can do to make him dance or even attempt to bribe him into learning- he just won’t do it at all costs. gage has his own set of hobbies and he likes to stick within that area, so the topic of dancing doesn’t appeal to him at all and immediately shuts the idea down the second it leaves soles mouth. as much as he loved sole, there was just no way in hell that he was gonna be forced into this. it just wasn’t him.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions react #fallout+4+companions+reaction #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 reacts #fallout reacts #fallout reactions #companions react #fallout 4 reactions #danse #paladin danse #hancock #john hancock #maccready #robert joseph maccready #nick valentine #sturges #deacon #preston #porter gage #gage #react

[feistytkachuk]

Augury | Matthew Tkachuk

SNEAK PEEK: CHAPTER 1

Author's note: hii!! It's the first time I try to write a fic or something, i don't know what I intend to do with it, maybe smut or a series, I don't really know. Let me know if you liked It ir you want me to keep writing it plsss♥️♥️ pd: english is not my first language so i'm really sorry if there is something you don't understand.

Warnings: none

It was not a surprise, at least not for you. The Tkachuk family have the talent running through their veins when it came to hockey. their father Keith always supported and teached their children about the passion shared by all the members of the clan. So no, it was not a surprise that the older of the three siblings got into the nhl and how he would become a key player for the calgary flames.

Even though he's old enough to take care of himself, he did most certainly the contrary. His first years as an NHL player gave his family enough room to worry about the way he entretained himself outside of the rink. The partying and Matthew's short temper weren't of Keith's alike, and after various warnings, which didn't cause any effect on the twenty two year-old, he ended up here.

Here, right in front of you, with two overloaded suitcases and a black backpack, struggling to make it to the front door of your house,where you stoically standed. The sun was already going down, and you'll be lying if you said you didn't notice how the light make his curls look just a little blonder and a little softer.

"Enjoying the show, Y/N? Maybe you could help or something, just an idea" he blurted. There it is, his wit always came out of him a bit sharper everytime you saw him.

Your relationship with Matthew along the years has been, how to say it...like the weather. In constant change. And tiring, mostly for your sanity and your heart. It wasn't as if you hated his guts since the day you met him, almost the contrary.

Matthew's mother, Chantal, and yours could never lay down the story of how a 7 year old Y/N would follow Matthew everywhere, just to see him, talk to him, hear him, being in his presence.

While they revived those memories like they were sweetener, you could only try to forget every single time where Matthew was, in your eyes, the one that put the stars and the moon up in the sky. Along the years, your heart was still hung on the older Tkachuk, but you learnt to hide it from everyone, and eventually, the ones around you bought it.

Matthew never cared about it the way both your mothers did, not really. Despite growing older, he never treated you different from when you were kids, he was rough, relentless and sometimes insensitive. But it was better than being ignored by him, you thought at that time. Even though several times an insecure 16 year old Y/N tried to emulate the popular girls of your high school, which Matthew talked about like they were goddesses, you never got even a glimpse of his attention. His teenage years made him more sarcastic and more handsome. That last fact resulted in you not being the only one attracted to him, and for that reason, Matthew started dating a few gorgeous girls from St. Louis. You, on the other hand, rejected any guy, knowing deep down that they could never give you what you wanted, who you wanted.

Turning 18 was like being reborned, you decided to study a degree in Calgary, so you packed you bags and left St. Louis. The last 4 years changed you from a somewhat insecure 18 year old to an intelligent 22 year old woman with confidence and determination. Your romantic interest on Matthew died down when you moved to the canadian city, and even though the cruelty of destiny put Matthew in the Calgary Flames, you refused the proposal of your mother to call him or meet with him just to have a coffee.

Nevertheless, you couldn't say no to a worried and sad Chantal on the phone when she begged for you to take him into your house for the season. After graduating, you got a decent job in Calgary and decided to settle there for some time.

And what a bad move, because now you were invaded by Calgary's most troubled and, at the same time, loved hockey player.

"Enjoying the show, Y/N? Maybe you could help or something, just an idea", the phrase echoed in your mind, bringing you back to earth. You rolled your eyes and helped him out with one of the two suitcases, shaking the train of thought that revived so many contrary feelings inside of you.

"Weren't you a hockey player? I thought your kind had enough strenght to lift 200 pounds with just one pinky", you said while you entered trough the door of your small house, pretending as if the suitcase wasn't as heavy as a 12 year old.

"I rely on my skills,you know I have a few, Y/N", responded Matthew with a smirk that you didn't see, but surely was plastered on the face of the man behind you.

#matthew tkachuk #nhl imagine #matthew tkachuk imagine #nhl fanfiction #matthew tkachuk fanfic

[queentorri]

Why is life so complicated? You spend so much time looking for the right answer, you find it but then its outdated. I'm tired of being wrong, it's like I've been wrong all along. Does everyone but me have a secret handbook? I swear I can't get over this outlook, matter of fact can someone let me borrow their fuckin' book? I see so many people living the right way and every night I stress and I stress but still can't get it right. The worlds spinning and moving so fast and everytime I'm coming in last. I wanna do things the right way but it's so hard and I ask for help but no one has anything to say. I swear I'm behind on a lesson, I guess the world just wants some of us to keep guessing. I feel like I'm gonna run out of time, when I try to talk everyone looks at me like I'm a fuckin' mime. I'm not an act on a stage, staring at me like an animal in a cage, I'm already drenched in rage stuck in my own mental cage. Stop laughing, someone close the curtains tell them the shows over I need a break, it's my sanity that you think you can take nah don't touch me I'm not fake. Nah my helps not coming they always flake. Everyday I'm fighting for my soul and honestly this fights taken its toll. Matter of fact let's take a poll? How many thought I'd make it, sucks for you, i couldn't even fake it. I'm sure some of y'all were embarrassed that's I stumbled, fuck you I tried asking for help, you ignored me & watched my world crumble. Go ahead judge me, I pray one day the creator shows you and leaves you fucking.... humble. Fuckin phoney, you're fuckin fake, dont stress one day I'll make it. I tried carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, when it dropped the world shut me out and it just kept getting colder. It's just a dumb ass rat race, I just couldn't keep up the pace and you just wanted to brag about my face and to say she's still in running for first place. Well guess what it ain't a race, and if it was I definitely wouldn't be in first place. Yes I've still got my mind, not just a pretty face. I'm not here to impress anyone, I tried that and failed, fuck that I'm tired of wearing the dunce hat... Go back to that what the fuck was I talking about? Oh right my mind being filled with constant doubt. But what's life really about? I mean deep down we're all filled with doubt. All these questions with no answers, like who the fuck created cancer? Why do children and animals get abused? Are you watching? 43 you fuckin' a used? Why do some of us get to live an easy life, while others only see constant struggle and strife? Won't someone answer my questions? Fuck it I'll keep guessing. Why do the good die young? The world insists I'm speaking with a forked tongue. I just wanna know why the worlds so blue, won't someone give me a fuckin' clue? I wanna know why the worlds so cold, I hope I find out before I get too old. I want to know the secret to happiness, I've tried looking but my lifes still a fuckin' mess. I'm wandering around lost trying to find my real purpose. I guess to find it you're suppose to live the right way, another question? Who defined the right way? I keep asking but no one has anything to say! I guess I'll always be wrong, but wrong feels right, wrong is my homie we're hella right. I'm losing my sanity, I'm losing my hope, dont worry I'll cope... no this time I won't just go and shoot some dope. It killed my care, and honestly we were a scary pair. I fell in love with my own chaos, my mind is beyond complex, I put drugs into my vein, numbed my pain but I've surpassed being blind only I can make mental love to my soul & brain. Recognized & respected myself and since I know I can handle a lot I really survived more then I thought... and finally its quiet. Nah I'm done causing a riot.

#drug addiction #needle obsession #drug feign #native american #lost souls

[lovealwayscassie]

He said, girl, enjoy your life. Enjoy your gifts. Love that life you have been given. Because you only got this one. Make the best of it. Don't throw it away. Don't be scared.

I didn't know what to do in my life. I didn't know which way to go and I wanted a cure. There is something about me no one ever believed or knew. Something I'll never forget. It was so real to me. I said to myself is this it? Is this how I'm going to die? If someone experiences these things... Is this the end? I had to change my whole damn life around. I don't mean financially or living situations. I mean my whole mind and being. I had to step back into Heaven. I had to step back into something I gave up years ago. Sometimes I feel I can't speak and other times I can go on and on.

He heard me. They heard me.. I didn't want to die. Lord knows I love my life and who I am. I had to change and believe in myself again. I had to fight something no one will ever know about. I want to describe it. I want to shout it to the world. Instead I just shut up and enjoy my life as much as I can. I get to learn new things. I get to learn things beyond this world. I get to experience who I have always wanted to be.

He said, I can't take you, Cassie. I can't bring you to Heaven to be with your parents. I am not ready for you, yet. We are not ready for you. All I can do is send you Heaven. I can send you all the things to learn about heaven and our stories. Our history. Your ancestors. You got the heart, girl. Use it. Learn it. Take it. Enjoy it.

It was too painful. My mind was not mine. It was gone. I barely got sleep. I spent days and nights crying by myself. Everytime I tried to speak on it, no one believed me. Everyone said, nah it's not that. But it never stopped. It was horrible.. it was your worst enemies in your mind. It was like their goal to bring me down.. to talk me down.. to tell me I wasn't worthy. To tell me I was the most hated person..

Then I got the message. Use your imagination, they said. Search for all the things that relate to what you got. Search the medical and scientific ways. Then compare them to the spiritual ways. Explore into wiccan. There.. you'll find your cure. Change your goals. Change your grief. Change your calling. Change the way your mind works..change the way you think. Open your eyes, all three of them.. and witness the beauty of what is behind the veil. Look into another realm. While you live and breathe in one world, your mind will be living something else. Your eyes will see things human eyes cannot. You are going to begin to see things in your mind and in front of you. You'll begin to question your own sanity. Then you'll think back to all the things you experienced and remember.. all of the things that happened were real for YOU in this life.

Years ago, he came to me in a dream and said.. this is your life now. I never knew what that meant. There was no undoing it. So we made a way around it.

I'll never get to truly speak on it. I'll never get to speak as a speaker. I'll never be able to get the human world to believe it in a normal world. So, I'll just keep writing my life and hope that some day someone needs hope.

Excuse me, can we get a new bible? The bigots version just ain't working for most of us.

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