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wortverlust · 2 years

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Okay.... so NOT art thoughts-

I LOVE THE TAROT ART!!! AND....AND AND ALL THE ART!!! I mean you could draw Levi's butt hovering over a toilet seat and I'm still positive it would be magical.

2. I'm sorry if this is weird but as a pick me up for your exams I thought I'd try this (if you're feeling stressed. If not...well hopefully this is amusing anyways.) (I'm going with a generic apartment layout btw so sorry in advance if none of this sounds familiar lol. reader goes by you. and you absoulutely do not have to respond to this if you don't want to. just so you know.)

(and also sorry for the spam.... I'm not sure why I'm always sorry but anywho...)

You were stressed out. You'd been studying, cleaning, working, just trying to exist day to day. You knew eventually it would be over, but seeing that day come closer at a snails pace just.... why did time have to move so slowly? Why did time have to drag, speeding up only to seemingly come to a crashing halt. Was this some kind of punishment?

Regardless you were here at this point. Staring at a computer screen and wondering when you would get to move on to the next phase of your life.....life beyond exams...at least for a little while.

Levi was sitting at a table and contemplating on where you'd been for the past several hours. He'd thought about starting dinner for you, though he knew you knew how to cook. He loved your cooking, trying your food was like putting delicious fireworks of flavor in his mouth, not that he'd ever word it like that.

Getting up he walked around to find you sitting at a desk, staring at a computer screen as you moved a hand and slowly clicked on a portion of the screen.

Research maybe? an online test? He saw your furry companion sleeping near you and slipped quietly back out of the room. You'd been working hard, really hard. He decided he would make dinner, and make your life a little easier.

Busying himself he started working on preparing the best meal that he knew how, knowing it wouldn't be as good as yours but hopefully it would still be tasty enough. Once everything was cooking he set about a new task, cleaning as quickly and as quietly as he could.

He would make sure that you did get to take some rest after you were done doing what you were doing. Though he made a note to drag you away from what you were doing when dinner was done, letting the food get cold was taboo.

He also made a mental note to run a bath for you if you wanted....or press for it anyways so you could relax a little.

Tonight you WOULD get a chance to relax a little, even if it was only for a little while.

A mini story for you, if you can call this that.

Good luck Sweet Bean!

CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!! THE FIRST ONE GOT ME LAUGHING SO HARD!!! (and I literally had a fuck*ng image in my head aaaaahhhhh dammit LMAO…shit I can still laugh over this ^^ AAAAHHH)

THE SECOND?! I LITERALLY HOLD MY BREATH WHILE READING!!! LIKE OH.MY.GOD!!! THIS IS SO SWEET!!! YOU ARE SO INCREDIBLE!!! THAAAAAAANK YOU THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH MY PRECIOUS BEAN!!! YOU SAVED MY MORNING!!!! AND I WILL COME BACK TO YOUR ASK EVERY TIME I HAVE AN EXAM!!! (PROBABLY MORE OFTEN)

PLEEEASE!!! YOUR STORY!!! FOR ME!!!!!!!!??? CAAAAAT I LITERALLY CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH!!! THIS IS SOOOO GOOD!!! AND I'M SO HYPED FOR ALL YOUR PROJECTS!!!

AND DON'T BE SORRY FOR BEING A SWEETHEART!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING YOU!!!!

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youonlyzingonce · 9 months

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#you only zing once #zing #too the moon and back #forever and always #soulmate #i was worth it #we were worth it #you broke my soul #i hate that i still love you #you broke my fucking heart #it was supposed to be us #my twin flame #we were a team #love loat #we were a family

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theriverbeyond · 2 years

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the bit in HtN in the canaan house dream bubble where harrow says something along the lines of, "this is unsustainable, you are all in danger, we need to find a way for you to escape" and abigail responds, "we know how. we already did it for the kids. we all could have left at any time and we all chose to stay, for you". and then harrow is like, "ok but at least ortus should leave. he isn't a fighter, he never was, he deserves to leave" and abigail just shuts her down. she's like, "i already tried, and he can't be convinced. he wants to stay for you". i am unwell about it. harrow can't even really try to convince the remaining souls to leave her because they have already sent away the ones who needed to be protected and they have already tried to convince each other, and failed. there's nothing left for her to use as ammunition against herself. there's nothing left but evidence that she is cared for. forgive me but i just want characters who have spent their life drowning in self loating to be forced to reckon with the fact that they are loved.

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just-some-trans-nobody · 4 months

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Nick Valentines x GN reader

Pure fluff for y'all, with a touch of angst at the end. I know theres like zero demand for fallout 4 fanfic but I made a poll idk how nany months ago asking if I should make some Nick Valentine fanfic and I got a couole of yes and exactly one follower from that poll. So this goes out to the small anount of people who said yes and that one follower I got from it, theres nore Nick fanfic to come I've just haven't gotten around to it yet but I promise I'll post some every so often.

Like always minors don't interact!

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He loves playing with your hair when he thinks your asleep. Sense he doesn't sleep he'll join you in bed when he needs a break from going over files and lay down with you so he can olay with your hair.

It started with him sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the wall as he thought about his most current case but when you started to stir in your sleep, having a bad dream, he laid down next to you and held you in his arms whispering sweet things to you until you calmed dow.

He found himself enjoying having you in his arms. Thus started a routine of him slipping into bed with you every so often to take a break.

Normally he would take a smoke break when you slept but he found himself craving a cuddle more than a smoke lately.

Soon every so often turned into every night of him crawlling into bed with you and getting up before you woke.

One night he had been loat in thought about something and hadn't noticed you waking up until he heared your tired voice ask him what he was doing.

"What? Oh sorry didn't mean to wake ya." He said pulling his hand away.

He was surprised when you asked him to keep playing with your hair. More than happy to oblige he started playing with it again.

It soothed you back to sleep in his arms snuggling into his chest as you slept soundly.

The next night when you got into bed you patted the spot next to you with an expectant look.

"You want me to join you or somethin?" Nick would ask looking to the bed then to you. Nodding you head you gavw him a big smile.

Who could say bo to that?

Nick was now "going to bed" with you every time you were. Really it was him laying in bed playing with your hair as he talked avout whatever case he had currently going on until you fell asleep.

He wouldn't admit it, at least not out loud but he adored this nightly routine the two of you had going on though he never hid the smile on his face every time he saw you getting ready for bed or how fast he was to crawl into bed with you to cuddle.

Nick always played it off cool as if it wasn't the favorite part of his day or anything.

If you asked he would probably say aomething like. "Just doing my job to keep those pesky nightmares away." Or "only making sure you don't stop breaming in your sleep. You humans are rather fragile after all."

Acts as if he isn't often the first one in bed waiting for you.

Before he atarted cuddlibg you every night he would work straight through the night till morning. He wouldn't even realized you had gone to bed till you walked oast him yawning telling him good morning.

Now though? He reminds you every night at 9pm sharp that you need to go to bed.

He'll play it off as your human and need to get a healthy amount of sleep as he actively take his coat and tie off to get comfortable.

If you buy him a pair of pajamas to wear he'll laugh avout it and say he doesn't need them.

He's wearing them the very next day.

If you gad gotten them before he started cuddling you every bight he would just give you a weird look for the thoughtless gift and put it in his empty dresser to collect dust or to be used by guests staying the night. He didn't sleep why would he need pajamas?

Now though? Might own three different pairs

You bet they match with your pajamas.

If anyone else sees him in his pajamas he'll puff out his chest as he puts his hands on his hips. "What? You never seen a synth in lounge wear before? Beat it, it's time for bed."

Nick takes bed time very seriously.

He's big spoon. It feels weird for him to be little spoon

Wont fight you if you want to try big spooning for once but he wasn't really into it

Nick much more prefers having you in his arms. It helps ground him and reminds him that you truly are here now with him and bot some memory from the past seeping into his present.

That and how can he play with your hair all night if he's not facing you silly?

He will lean in every so often and place a soft kiss on your forward as he whispers a soft "I love ya." As to bot wake you.

If he ever lost you he would lay in the bed alone holding onto your pajamas as he tried to think back on all those nights he spent laying in bed with you. He would stop after a few weeks as it hurt too much but after a few years when he had time to heal he would start doing it again so he could feel like you were there again. Nick didn't know how much he missed this, how much he missed you.

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xjulixred45x · 6 months

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SatoSugu x Reader with past and Personalilty like Subaru Sakamaki

Genre: VERY LARGE Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: issues related to SEXUAL ABUSE, PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE AND ISOLATION (all to Reader's mother), mental problems, bad parenting, Reader's father, thanks to this reader has ANGER PROBLEMS and goes to the PSYCHOLOGIST, hurt with Comfort, Angst, Fluff . LONG POST.

You being born was a Curse itself. Thats what you thoug, thats what EVERYONE in your family thoug...thats what your own mother thoug. The woman that was suppose to love you more than anything, that would have to protect you...she despiste you.

O well, it was not always like that, you remeber growing up and heard the stories, how your mother was in her young, the "White rose" of all the clans, because she was the fairest of them all...she was beautifull. Was.

I mean, she was still frankly beautiful, even if she had to stay away from everyone to avoid killing everyone who crossed her path (or herself...), she still had a delicate and beautiful bearing, but you understood why they said she had "withered" or rather, you knew the cause.

YOU.

For started, your mother had a VERY bad temper even BEFORE all this happened, so when it DID happen, she went into a Big Bad downfall in her mentalhealth.

The moment you were born, your mother's already deplorable mind declined incredibly, becoming bipolar and unstable, violent and erratic, all because of YOUR fault.

You still remember that during your first years of life, it didn't use to be so bad, because you two could spend time together, especially at parties, where she would always keep you in sight.

But there was odd, horrible moments as well, where your mother lose all the control she have over herself and start screaming, crying,and she would say very, very hurtful things.

"You are an abomination."

I am dirty...

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!-"

"YOU--MONSTER!!!"

It took you a while to realize what was causing these erratic episodes in your mother, but once you did, it was very obvious.

YOUR FATHER.

your father had raped your mother to have you. for no particular reason other than to experiment with their ritual techniques.

It made you sick.

You started to justify your mother, because of course, she was obviously mean to you because she was only taking out her anger on someone (which happened to be you), and you ended up doing the same, you took out your anger on whoever made you the least bit angry.

It was the only form of all these emotions that you knew and that you had been "taught" after all.

and in a way you saw it as a kind of "bonding" with your mother.

and you thought that your mother also had disgust for him, hatred. and that's why you could empathize with her, love her even, as you two have the same loating for the same man.

But the realilty hit you like a truck...

When a certain party happens, you were still a little young, but you remember it vividly. You tried to protect your mother when your father came to see her, putting yourself between them.

and she slapped you... and left with him...

It was the last time you saw your mother outside. The next times would be inside a CAGE "tower" inside your clan's residence. You couldn't see her often though.

Her before "sometimes unestable but torerable behavior" went to "total bipolar and psicotic, Sucidal" behavior

You lost the count of all the times she instulted and degrade you just to pass to be a sobbing mess, begging you to leave her alone, then remember she hate being alone and then pleaded that you kill her.

You still got the knife even...

You also grew up in your own personal cage, but of repressed anger. No matter how much you tried to fight with your father or beg him to give you your mother back, he would just walk away with a smile on his face.

so you took out your anger in the only way you knew how, aggression. but eventually you realized that it wouldn't help you much.

You realised when you entered Jujustu Tech.

Thanks to your "family situation" the professor Yaga offer you(much like more that he make you) to go to Therapy. So your cursed energy would't be SO conflicted. And at the beggin, it was kind of funny.

Even though you went to therapy, you maintained a certain reputation as a "bad student" in many ways. You arrived late, your personalized uniform was torn and looked like that of a criminal, you kept your distance from your classmates (who were only 3), etc.

but your attempts to draw attention away from you ended up doing just the opposite.

More when you proved to be so hot-headed.

There they saw an opportunity for "possible connection" TO MEET WITH YOU.

Gojo was the first to make a move. He asked you for your name (since you hadn't even introduced yourself)

You REALLY didn't want to talk to him, but you said your name under your breath (progress?) and turned away from him.

Gojo was a little surprised by your grumpy attitude but didn't think much of it and started asking you questions (ignoring the fact that you barely answered half of them).

It took Geto longer to get closer, but he did when they had to do some work together and he realized that you're actually pretty good at SEVERAL subjects.

and in several of those subjects you were doing horrible academically.

He's not one to meddle in other people's lives, but he didn't want you to get in trouble for something you could CLEARLY do better.

so he took advantage of a break that you had in the classroom (which is strange because normally you just disappear and reappear to continue the class) and asked you if you were having any problem why you were doing so poorly in class (along with your other problems )

You just yelled at him to leave you alone and left the room, muttering something about how it was a bad idea to have made that contribution.

He ended up generating the opposite reaction to what he wanted.

Gojo makes fun of him a little, but as soon as he realized it was you, he had an idea.

From then on, both of them would be constantly behind you.

not in a creppy way, but in a "do your best!" way.

They would be constantly trying to encourage you to socialize, contribute more to assignments, improve your attendance, things like that.

Sure, from time to time they made fun of your angry nature, but as soon as they touched on a sensitive topic they didn't do it again.

Gojo was the one who took advantage of your anger the most, he couldn't help it! It's so funny for him to see you all sulking over something so small.

Geto found it somewhat funny, yes, although more in the sense that he saw you like a kitten, all fluffy, all angry, so cute~

They were also able to see beyond the "delinquent" layer that you had, you turned out to be someone more sensitive and sweet than they expected.

When you finally relaxed and allowed yourself to laugh with them (or at them), Suguru and Satoru could SWEAR that you were glowing with uncharacteristic joy, and one they couldn't get enough of.

although of course, you could have perfectly put out an eye of either of them. They realized very quickly when they touched on sensitive topics.

Like one time you swore a lot during a practice fight with Satoru, and he said "do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" and...GOD, you almost knocked him out and he almost left you because he was so shocked.

Suguru understood faster than Satoru that something about that conversation made you very angry, which pointed to your mother. so for now they decided not to bring it up unless you did.

On another occasion, while in Second Year, a first-year boy wanted to give you a congratulations gift for moving up a grade. What was it? WHITE ROSES.

You practically ripped the bouquet out of his hands, twisted it in every possible way (even if you hurt your hands), you turned them aside and stepped on them, but not before yelling that you HATED ROSES.

The boy was scared more than anything, which made you react and realize that you had made a horrible mistake to someone who was just being nice.

You apologized quickly and went to do what you knew how (get out your anger), but you only broke things, over and over again while you replayed everything in your head.

She was right about you.

She was right.

You're disgusting

you are STAINED

YOU ARE A MONST---

Satoru and Suguru had no problem reaching you, thanks to Gojo's 6 eyes and Geto's curses. What they DID have problems with was calming you down. Were you in some kind of rage episode...or panic? They didn't know how to say, just that you weren't well.

Gojo knew that you were angry and that you were going to therapy for it, but he didn't think it was THAT serious, he tried to keep a certain distance so as not to upset you more and Geto talked to distract you and calm you down slowly.

Little by little you became tired, both because of having broken so many things about the place where you were and the mental fatigue, along with the words of the two of them, helped you to calm down faster.

they didn't say anything or ask anything, it wasn't their place, you appreciated that, aside, even if you said it at the time, it wasn't a justification for acting like a jerk.

Eventually that year ended and summer arrived, it was by far the summer that you were least at home, you were no longer clinging to the idea of your mother or your hatred for your father, now you could...be a normal teenager.

They did more normal teenage things.

you went riding a bike, you went to watch basketball games, you went to the movies together, you practiced your techniques, you did stupid things...

It was the most at peace you had felt in a long time, being able to spend time with someone without any double meaning felt new.

so you decided at the end of the summer to tell them about your family.

You left a private meeting point, making it clear what you wanted to do, so that they understood how serious it was for you. and they did not give up.

They were unusually punctual. and they listened to everything you had to say, confirmed several things they had in mind, and were surprised by others.

although they undoubtedly felt empathy for you. Now MANY THINGS made sense. your attitude, your family, everything.

They really appreciated that you were THAT vulnerable with them specifically. and they kept your secret very well.

(I don't think they interacted with your father, but if they did in the past, if they saw that you didn't like him, they acted in a similar way, now it's the same thing, but ten times worse (:<)

In third year you were better than you had been in years honestly, sure, you were still hot-headed and impulsive, but you had made great progress with therapy and the support of your friends.

Speaking of, if your relationship with them becomes something more intimate, I think they would both be HELLBENT of you went to live or in the school dormitories or even one of their houses, simply the idea of you sleeping in the same house that your father gives them chills now.

They want to know your mother although they are afraid to say it, they have very mixed opinions of her, on the one hand they see her as another victim of your father who must receive psychological treatment....but on the other hand they cannot forgive that she has generated a large part of your self-esteem problems with his horrible words.

Ironically it's Suguru who has the hardest time controlling himself around your mother, for a man whose family is EVERYTHING, the mere idea that your own mother has damaged your mind so much...yeah, it's definitely not something simple.

I mean, Satoru has little filter, but he sees your mother much more like you, so it's not that difficult for him to endure an outburst from her.

If your father dies (bless God) and your mother starts to recover mentally, I can even see Gojo getting along with her, it makes her laugh. even Geto can take it more and see genuine regret for her treatment of you. so he forgives her more easily.

Even when they graduate, things keep getting better! They celebrate with you when you are discharged from therapy by going to eat at your favorite place, also taking the children (Megumi, Tsumiki, Mimiko and Nanako) and generally having a good time together.

If by chance your father is still alive, they are definitely burning all the letters or emails that come from him :)

a lot of👏flattery👏in itself they are flattering with a normal s/o, but knowing how poorly you think of yourself? NO SIR, NOT ON THEIR WATCH.

Gojo further shows his support by giving you some expensive gifts that he knows you'll like (which shows that he's been listening and paying attention to you), apart from him being very clingy, but since you're not that used to that, it honestly breaks his heart, so He tries to fix it little by little.

First small things like holding hands, then holding onto his arm, his arm and your waist, etc.

He still likes to make you angry, but the ones like "awww you look so cute when you're irritated" are better than making you really angry.

Geto is chillier, and his love language is based more on acts of service and words of affirmation, he knows how bad a bad emotional experience can leave you (and in your case it persisted until your adolescence) so he tries to Overcome all those LIES bad ideas in your head and replace them with good things.

He helps you with the housework and is the one you go on missions with the most (Satoru is almost always busy) so he tries to protect you as much as he can, even if he knows you don't need it, he thinks it's good that you know that NOW if you have someone to take care of you.

surprise surprise, their main nickname for you is Kitty. according to them the perfect nickname.

"It's soft, fluffy, it looks like it's going to kill you (and it could) but it's a cutie!" -Gojo, probably.

I can see them being more emotionally vulnerable with you, especially if you have had your episodes of suicidal tendencies, they make sure to let you know that they love you through small gestures, more obvious gestures, establishing limits, everything so that the relationship is healthy and you can tell them what you happens.

(You can be sure that they themselves destroyed the knife that your mother gave you, the mere idea that you had it was terrifying)

both of them have definitely given you anti-stress dolls that 1-or have helped you a lot or 2- have ended up shattered by your first outburst of anger. but you always tried to sew it up so as not to ruin it.

Gojo offered a couple of times to train with you and take out your frustrations with it, but it really didn't feel very good to continue using violence as a source of comfort (more so against either of them). so they started looking for hobbies together.

You sleep a lot, too much, maybe it's a product of all the repeated mental fatigue, but at least thanks to this Geto always makes sure to have extra blankets within reach.

He's a little worried, yes, but at the same time he can't deny that it's relaxing in a way to take a nap with you and see you so calm and at peace.

When Gojo joins, it become's a Cuddle Puddle™

As long as it doesn't harm your health, they tolerate it, they themselves don't sleep much, so they are happy that you have better habits than them)

(Since Geto is not corrupted here, his parents are alive) Geto's parents practically adore you. and when you visited them for the first time and they treated you so familiarly and lovingly, you cried.

You like the Gojo Clan, they spoil you a lot, they aren't as affectionate, but they are definitely MUCH friendlier than your paternal family.

The higher-ups tolerate you, they know they shouldn't mess with you, although I definitely think they would take some action against your mother/father.

Honestly there's not much to do anymore.

There are times when you have to end up just like your mother, that one day you will lose yourself and end up like her... it terrifies you. On those types of days they both wrap you in a blanket (like sushi), make your favorite food and generally let you do whatever you want to do (watch movies, talk, play something, etc.).

It is worth knowing that they are there.

Although of course, if your concern arises more from someone (or more specifically, YOUR FATHER) doing something to you that leaves you in that state, they will do the same, only they will hold your face and tell you directly, looking into your eyes , that they would NEVER, EVER, let something like this happen to you as long as they live, EVER.

which is quite surprising, seeing them this serious and even somewhat...off guard, they never thought about that possibility until you brought it to the table.

but in any case it only validates his points about certain things.

(Is it still too late to annihilate your father?)

In general, they are more understanding of you because of your turbulent background but also more patient and willing to be vulnerable to show that they are serious about you. who love you

and above all, they will help you face demons both from the outside world and from the inside.

Thank you for reading ❤️

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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Any "the great 7" crumbs for the soul, in love with that yuu

(Totally cool if u don't want too)

Luck for u I still have a requests for one.

However here's some stuff.

The Eels having their own tank for when they want to lounge. They don't need it as ghost but they appreciate it. You even put them on leashes to walk them to tease them.

Grimhilde possessing your body to sass someone for you

Hade's sending Pain and Panic after you all the time.

Scar carrying baby yuu in his mouth like a mama cat.

The hyenas acting like giant cat dogs.

Ursula teaching you Danish to gossip more.

Accidentally attracting the attention of the fae students by knowing ancient fae from Maleficent, or knowing very uncommon/loat history. Sebek may even ask you to be his tutor...

Scars aura attracting a bunch of cats to you. You now have your own pride

QoH possessing your body during the unbirthday party so she can play croquet again.

Jafar walking with his hands behind his back as all Arabic parents do.

Jafar teaching you how to be sneaky from his times of growing up poor. He never wants you to go through what he did.

Hades being a grill dad. Socks and sandals and everything.

Ursula guiding you to her old cove in the Coral Sea...

#not writing #not requests #the great 7 parents

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kisuga · 2 years

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HAIKYUU IN SUMMER

this foo LOVES summer. constantly drags you to the beach, park, and fields to enjoy the warmth and vibrant colors of nature. loves lounging in the pool and refreshing his body with cold fruit. volleyball, camping, barbecues, hiking, you name it. practically immune to the scalding heat.

HINATA, terushima, BOKUTO, atsumu, TANAKA, NOYA, iwaizumi, daichi, KUROO, aran, HOSHIMUI (boy gets hyped), TENDOU

enjoys summer, but likes to stay inside catching up on tv or reading. they love staying with you all night making brownies or playing hide and seek. they look for new things to try like art classes, amusement park rides, strawberry picking, etc.

kiyoko, AKAASHI, sugawara, ushijima, yachi, KITA, oikawa, kageyama, yaku, OSAMU

LOATES SUMMER. literally spends every waking minute inside in front of the air conditioner. plays minecraft and animal crossing with you in a blanket fort. binge watches a ton of shows, even the tacky drama ones. slow dances with you in his room as the cool summer night breeze sweeps through his window. sweats so fuckin much they literally can not spend five minutes outside.

KENMA, tsukishima, asahi (hates having long hair in summer, so hot), SUNA (only exception is watching the twins screw around at the beach), semi, SAKUSA

DO NOT COPY/REPOST/TRANSLATE

reblogs are appreciated! <3

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coloradocharmiegirl · 1 year

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Chapter 33 here --New 11/11/22

Summary:

With the M&M out of the way, Timmy settles in and enjoys the picnic. It isn't all fun and light though, as he's confronted by the reality of the past and uncertainty about the future. Good thing Armie knows just how to take his stress away.

Excerpt:

Ian's eyes drifted down to Timmy and Armie’s joined hands and he looked up with a smirk on his face. “Where were you guys anyway, hmm? Do I need to, like, deep clean the bathroom or something now?”

Timmy blushed and dropped his eyes at the implication, opening his fingers and dropping Armie’s hand, but Armie just laughed and hit Ian on the arm. “Certainly not! We were talking in the kitchen, if you must know, and I won’t have you impugning Timmy’s character that way.”

“Your character, on the other hand…”

“Yeah, riiight,” Armie said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “That might fly if I’d ever brought a date to the picnic before in my entire career."

Or start from the beginning here

I'm back just in time for weekend reading! And thanks to everyone who is reading along--I hope you enjoy this!

And as always, please reblog if you would--since I don't have a regular loating schedule it helps people know about the update.

Much love, 💚💙CCG

#charmie fanfic #charmie #charmie ff #doctor timmy #fireman armie #I managed to get their pants off after all! 😂

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fairycosmos · 1 year

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i wanna come out to my parents to bad but every time im close i chicken out and start shaking really heavily because its so nerve wrecking :/ i know they’d have a problem with it and its so fucked because ever since i lost my sister i feel like i HAVE to make them proud, i mean they’ve already lost one kid, you know? i cant make them feel like they’ve lost another one. this is super forward so if you don’t want to answer please don’t, but is that something you struggle with? like, not wanting to let them down now that they’ve experienced the worst thing that can happen to a parent? anyway, sorry to bother you. i didn’t know who else might understand. hope your night is going better than mine lol!!!

god it's almost bizarre how i could've written this word for word im so serious 😭 like. you might be me for real we should uhhh check or something we might be living parallel lives. i totally understand everything you're feeling, from the coming out dilemma to the grief and everything in between. however, lately ive been viewing the idea of "coming out" through a more critical lens, and i think it's a bizarre expectation to put onto yourself and others, outdated almost - ESP if it is going to put you in emotional or physical danger. you don't owe your parents an explanation for like, being who you are. no one is entitled to access to your personal thoughts, feelings and relationships like that. you're not lying, that's a completely toxic idea. i know it's more complex than that, and i know it's constricting, like you're suffocating some days even. there is a lot of nuance, and it's absolutely not fair that you can't be open about it without fear. but if you're not ready to tell them, you're not ready to tell them. this is your life. that's a perfectly understandable reaction when they've made you feel unsafe regarding the topic in some way. and im exactly the same, w the loss of my sister it's like - everything is on me. i feel like i can't breathe and any move i make is wrong, i feel like the older i get and the more they realise i really am not gonna follow the traditional path, the more they resent me. if not outwardly, then inwardly. im not gonna have kids or marriage or a fancy career, i am not a viable vessel for their projections. it's true, they've already been through a fucking nightmare and so often i dream about giving them a picture perfect life from here on out, despite how i personally feel about anything, ive come close to it many times. i still might end up doing that, because im so loat and hurt. but i just fucking know deep down it's not sustainable. it's a fantasy, and i know my sister would hate to think im killing myself like that just to keep up pretenses. that being said, it's all so much easier said than done. im not saying you have to come out and cut everyone off and live your life completely authentically without fear or pain. im just saying like......despite the fucking endless mourning and the trauma our parents have been through........i don't think the solution to that is living our lives purely on their conditions either. we're not our siblings, and we never will be. we'll never fill that void, no matter what we do. im so sorry you're going through this, and thank you so much for the well wishes ❤️ i feel really seen by your message and i want you to know you can say hi whenever you need a friend. sending you so much love and healing, i know it's unbearable. X

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nobodiesheartlessshitblog45 · 4 months

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Talking about major spoilers for my hero academia and demon slayer season. You have been warned.

Now that 2023 is going to I want to talk most in anime made cry like big fat baby.

So i got recently got into my hair academia, ant I love it. It's one of the best anime I have ever watched and I love all the characters, I love how well written they were. and there were moments that made me cry my eyes out but I think the one that made me cry the most, and is one of my favorite orbs of all time the Hassaikai and the School Festival arch.

Possibly like my favorite arc, lie that made me cry so much.

Seeing Mirio aka Lemillion, Aka the GIGA CHAD, the GOAT, the badass the myth, the legend.

I can go on, but he freaking rocks, and and has become one of my absolute favorite characters in the whole anime. I cannot tell you how much I cried when he sacrifices his own quirk to protect Eri and even when he was quirkless my boy was still fight that weak ass bitch Overhaul.

When he saw Eri smile for the frist.

This is one my absolute favorite moments of the whole. I cried a lot.

It's such a beautiful moment, and seeing the sweet little smile for the first just... incredible.

It's just such a beautiful moment.

Also this Demon slayer three was incredibly amazing.

This moment right here made me pull my eyes out.

I loat it, Nezuko was dead for good, and this beautiful girl standing in the sunlight, like the angel that she is.

As soon as she spoke

I... I cried. I think I cried more for this part when i watched the demon slayer movie, and that movie destroyed me.

So far, I think Demon slayer ans my hero academia are one of my favorite anime, they're great.

I think they're right up there with Hunter X Hunter. That anime wrecked me, and I cried a lot. Steven Universe broke my heart and made cry puddles of tear on the floor.

I love these anime, dude, they make me go through emotional roller coaster. They're so amazing..

#my hero academia #demon slayer #anime #boku no hero academia #nezuko kamado #eri my hero academia

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could i bother you with some nigelio maybe? something happy 💛

i dont know how happy this is anon, but i tried 💛

He remembers the happy days with the most clarity.

(He refuses to remember the rest. It weighs on him, like a Formula One car does when it turns in the air and you land the wrong side up. It also feels just as hopeless, just as terrifying, as the car always does, after.)

They drive along the Cote d'Azure. He lets Elio drive, because he knows the roads better, and there is less chance of them getting lost somewhere. (He lets Elio drive because it's easier to watch him from the passenger seat, without worrying about the road.) His hair is wind-swept, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses, but the smiley lines around his eyes are still visible from where Nigel is observing him.

Italian music plays on the radio. Nigel doesn't understand it properly, but it feels loving, and a bit melancholic. It suits Elio, Nigel thinks. It suits his soul, and it soothes mine. Elio sings along sometimes, turning to Nigel, repeating certain words with a smile that seems to hold secrets, loat in translation.

Nigel doesn't mind. He would let Elio have all the secrets for himself, never to be shared and never to be told, if only Nigel gets to keep Elio himself.

He looks at Elio's fingers on the wheel. They move quickly, exchanging the ivory of the piano keys for the supple leather of the car. Nigel doesn't really understand how someone can love both - racing and piano. They seem diametrally opposed to Nigel, the roughness and the speed of the track compared to the delicate softness of the music.

(He will think on it later, and he will think on it a lot. He will spend many sleepless nights thinking about everything, and he will come to a conclusion that they are not that different. Both racing and piano demand high levels of creativity, determination, and precision. But the most important conclusion he will come to is that they are both art in its truest form, and they are both beautiful, and it takes an extraordinary man to master them both. And if Nigel were to choose one word to describe Elio, it would be extraordinary.)

Elio laughs suddenly, and turns the wheel. Nigel yelps in surprise, reaching for the grab handle. That only makes Elio laugh harder, and Nigel can't begrudge him any happiness, so he laughs along. He doesn't mind being the joke, if it means Elio is laughing freely, laugh lines prominent around his eyes and lips.

He drives them off the main road, and the scenery opens before them as they descend on a small path, barely wide enough for one car. The vegetation thickens, then dwindles, until they are on a wild beach. Elio stops the car, basically jumping out of the car. There is nobody and nothing around them, the beach hidden from the rest of the world by the cliffs on both sides, the road obviously only there for those who know where to search for it.

Nigel follows him out of the car, still looking. The wind blows, but it's still too hot, the heat of summer unrelenting.

"Come on, Leone," Elio calls, halfway to the sea already. "It's too hot not to go for a swim," he says, and pulls his shirt off. Nigel knows his blush is evident when Elio laughs again.

"You Brits and your modesty." He throws his shirt on the ground, then carefully puts down his sunglasses. "Come on," he says, unbuttoning his pants, and Nigel thinks I would follow him anywhere.

He tries not to get distracted by Elio's naked skin, which shines like gold in the warm August sun. Elio must take pity on him, because he turns around and starts walking to the water, affording Nigel some privacy. He takes of his clothes quickly, trying not to think on why this is different than the million times he's changed himself on track before his whole team.

"Come on, Nigel!"

When he turns, Elio is already in the water. The sun shines on him, and Nigel is blinded by his beauty and his smile. If he were a poet, he may know how to describe the sight before him. Bit he is not, he never was, so all he can think is that if the sun had a favorite, Elio would be it.

"Yes, yes," he yells back, walking towards Elio. "Is it cold?"

Elio inclines his head, contemplative.

"Come in and see," is what he settles on, and Nigel can't help but chuckle. "I wouldn't trust you with the assessment anyway," Nigel says, and Elio smiles, and Nigel doesn't even mind that the water is colder than he expected. Not if Elio smiles like that.

They swim, racing each other to some imaginary line, fighting about who won. They race back, and fight about who came first again. They laugh a lot, and fight some more, and splash each other like children. Elio tries to drown Nigel, but Nigel has the advantage of a bigger stature and the disadvantage of not wanting to hurt Elio even in jest, so they only end up drinking too much salty water than is probably advisable.

When they get tired, they just float on the water. Their fingers touch occasionally, as if to reassure one another that Yes, I am here; I haven't floated away; I'm not leaving you alone.

They come out of the water eventually, shivering a bit. Elio finds a towel in his suitcase, and they share it until they are dry enough to put their clothes back on. They sit on the beach and bask in the last rays of sun, laughing about how they won't make their reservations.

"You know," Elio says, staring into the setting sun. "If I could choose a perfect day, it would be this."

The sun paints his face red; somehow it suits him. He looks like a warrior of old, or maybe one of those old Renaissance paintings, or maybe both. Nigel doesn't want to leave, even though he is hungry and tired. He wants to lay down and sleep on the beach and look at the stars. He wants to stay with Elio in this moment forever.

"Me too," he says. "Me too."

Elio smiles at him, and Nigel's heart skips a beat. That is nothing new to him when it comes to Elio, though, so he can ignore it. Elio closes his eyes and turns to the sun, determined to soak up every last ray.

Nigel only looks at him, from the side, from the periphery, and wishes he were a poet, so that he could explain the feelings that pervade his whole being.

(He will wish for that after, more than ever. He will wish he had the words to describe that day, because Beautiful is lacking, Lovely doesn't even begin to cover it, and Nice may be the understatement of the century. Most of all, he will wish for words to explain Elio, because, well. Because even Everything still feels inadequate, even after all these years.)

"I will remember this day for the rest of my life," Elio says with a determination Nigel knows to be true. "You must know this."

Nigel's chest feels heavy. He swallows the words that bubble up in his throat, and nods.

"So will I, Elio. I know I will."

They sit on the beach and watch the day turn into night, and listen to the waves crash against the shore, and just breathe, their fingers a breadth apart on the sand.

(What they didn't know, and never will, is that both their breathing and their heart-beats were in sync. What Nigel doesn't know, and never will, is that Elio spoke the truth. What Elio doesn't know, and never will, is that Nigel did too.

What neither of them knew, and never will, is that if one of them reached even an inch, they might have had only a bit more time.)

#okay so this isnt really happy but in my defense im feeling soft #idk this is my first time writing them im sorry i hope you like this anon #my writing #classic f1 #f1 rpf #nigelio #effervescentdragonwrites #id call this soft but like this is canon compliant #drabble #i guess

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wortverlust · 2 years

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https://youtu.be/3Yuqxl284cg

I haven't done this in awhile... Lol. 😉

M.I.A. - Bad Girls

A SONG REC!!! Yes YES PLEASE!!! I didn't know this song >_< (straight added to my favs ;P) THANK YOUUU!!!!

So uhm... how about this song? In Extremo - Stetit Puella and In Extremo - Herr Mannelig (I really love his voice… >_<) idk how I should translate the language ^^;; (new Swedish? -> Nysvenska )

#I have a strange rec #but I hope you enjoy it ^^;;#ewihfowihefwoieh #can't remember what I already send you #the spaghetti brain of mine #wefjwihfwihfiw #ILY CAT!!!#ILY SO MUCH!!!!#LOATS OF LOVE TO YOU #! ! !#<333333333 #ask.HouseCat #jo.answers

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youonlyzingonce · 2 years

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#you only zing once #zing #forever and always #soulmate #too the moon and back #i hate that i still love you #you broke my fucking heart #hate you like i love you #you broke my soul #i was worth it #we were worth it #we were gunna be the greatest love story this world had ever seen #missing you #you should be here #love loat

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violet-moonstone · 5 months

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vigdagcup playlist song #8

"Choke on One Another" by Death Spells

yet another song that doesn't quite fit tbh...it's another toxic dagcup song

and I'm not gonna pretend to know the original meaning behind the song...this is just my interpretation of how it works with dagcup

I see this song in the context of a modern dagcup au. Both Hiccup and Dagur are struggling with mental health issues. Dagur is self destructive and self loating and his behaviours are severely affecting Hiccup as well. He might be the type of person to threaten to harm himself if Hiccup doesn't do what he wants.

the song is a mix of him refusing help, hating himself, and dragging hiccup along with him

Lyrics

D.E.S.T.R.U.C.T.I.O.N. is my only god

Burn my love notes cause I'm off to heaven Sell my lungs and bury my black eyes Smoke signals marking where our trails end I'm such a Xanax flavored waste of time

My pain is safe and sound (You'll be the end of me) (You'll be the end of me) Forgiveness just brings me down (You'll be the end of me) (You'll be the end of me) Hypnotizing, Paralyzing, Awe inspiring Sterilizing, Annihilation of our lies

Fill our heads with the ashes of our empire I'm not the type to ever compromise Charred disciples stapled to the ceiling Staring down makes you forget there's sky

Genuflect before the king of the runaways The clever kids left the stage behind I never fell for the superficial noisefuck Take my hand, let's set this world on fire

My pain is safe and sound (You'll be the end of me) (You'll be the end of me) This world just brings me down You'll be the end of me You'll be the end of me Hypnotizing, Paralyzing, Awe inspiring Sterilizing, Annihilation of our lies

Power, there's so much power, in realizing that you're going to die Solace, I'll never find it Until our lungs deflate for the very last time

Hey bright eyes heard you wanted to try on some death I got a knife that looks just your size Hey bright eyes heard you wanted to try on some death I got a knife that looks just your size Hey bright eyes heard you wanted to try on some death I got a knife that looks just your size With your motherfucking name on it Hey bright eyes heard you wanted to try on some death I got a knife that looks just your size Hey bright eyes heard you wanted to try on some death I got a knife that looks just your size

My pain is safe and sound (You'll be the end of me) (You'll be the end of me) This world just brings me down (You'll be the end of me) (You'll be the end of me) Hypnotizing, Paralyzing, Awe inspiring Sterilizing, Annihilation of our lies

Power, there's so much power, in realizing that you're going to die Solace, I'll never find it Until our lungs deflate for the very last time

D.E.S.T.R.U.C.T.I.O.N. is my only god

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#cw suicide #tw suicide #cw abuse #tw abuse #vigdagcup #dagcup #vigdagcup playlist

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ninebluehearts · 2 years

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Only in your dreams

Summary: Your aunt made your life a living hell. You couldn't escape from her even in your dreams. Until you found him.

Warnings: Abusive guardians, abusive relationship mentioned briefly, manipulation, dead parents (reader), depression, anxiety.

A/n: Hey guys! This was kinda sad one, but I mean- if you guys want a part 2 with a happier ending then let me know and I'd be happy to write it! Enjoy 💕

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You ran back into your room, loating the suffocating nostalgia that you couldn’t seem to escape. You’ve run up these stairs over a million times in the thirteen years that you lived there. And here you are now, running up the same old, dusty stairs eight years later. And just like before, it’s to get away from her.

Your Aunt was always there for you as a child. She assisted with homework in any way she could, allowed you to work at a small, rundown ice cream shop down the street over the summer, and even took you in when your parents got too sick to take care of you.

To everyone in town, she was a hero. To you, she was the villain. Your Aunt Martha hid her abuse behind smiles and threats. Half the time, you didn’t even realize she had maniplulated you until you were sobbing in your bedroom, wondering if you were the problem.

You cursed your parents every day for allowing this wretched woman to take you, struggling to understand how nobody could see past her little facade. At the age of five, your parents got too sick to take care of you. So, they signed you over to her, insisting that she could care for you the best.

Boy, were they wrong.

It wasn’t the lying or manipluation that got to you, it was the hateful remarks about your appearance that did. She hated you for inheriting your Father’s eyes and even grew jealous of your hair, which was a replica of your Mother’s. There wasn’t much she could do about your eyes, but she constantly begged you to dye your hair a different color. Any color. As long as it didn’t look like hers, she would leave you alone.

But these small features of yours were your favorite. You loved gazing at the mirror and seeing your parents in you, relishing the way you looked like a perfect mix of them, not just one or the other. Even though you were angry at them for a million reasons even they couldn’t control, you still missed them every day. And Martha treating you as her personal servant really didn’t make you feel any better.

And even now, she still treated you the same way. After your abusive boyfriend finally left you for some other girl, you had no other choice than to live with your aunt again. It was either that or live on the streets. Though, it wasn't practical, the streets were tempting.

You just left in the middle of an argument, something you never even dreamed of doing. You had asked her what your Mother was like growing up. You thought that after all these years she would've calmed down and treat you like a human. Like family. But no.

She immediately started screaming at you, calling you ungrateful because she raised you, not her. Then argument turned into a rant about how she hated your Mother. It was obvious that she was jealous of her, though you didn't understand why.

After enduring her screams and name calling for the next twenty minutes, you decided to get up and leave. She starting screaming after you, demanding that you come back and talk to her. But you didn't listen. You just wanted to hide in your room for as long as you could.

Though, the only place you could ever truly hide from her was in your dreams. And even they were infested with her hatred most of the time. You were spiraling deeper into the darkness every time the day reset and continued your circle of hell.

That was, until he showed up in your dreams.

Nothing ever broke your cycle. Your living hell was the same everyday: Cook, clean, school, work, serve your Aunt, and repeat. Even in your dreams. No new faces ever appeared. Until now.

Your dream was a slightly different version than the one before it. You had been running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, trying to make Martha's every wish come true so that maybe, maybe you could get a break.

As you were running to get the coat she had asked for, you slammed into what felt like a brick wall. But when you looked up, you were met with the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. Ones that weren't familiar. Then their owner spoke.

"Oh, goodness! Are you alright?" He asked as he reached down and grabbed ahold of your arm, lifting you up with ease. "I'm so sorry about that, love, I wasn't looking where I was going."

You found it kinda funny how just one stranger could scatter your brain this much. It was like he'd gone into your head and pulled out any knowledge of how to speak. You brought your hand to your head, trying to sooth your growing headache.

"I'm fine. Sorry, I was the one not looking where I was going. Are you okay?" You were amazed that you managed to form a reply, but you hoped you could keep this up. When you looked back at the stranger, your eyes reunited with his. Chills ran throughout your body, a feeling that was again, unfamiliar.

"Oh, no, I'm alright. No injuries here." He said with a somewhat nervous laugh, his eyes darting from you to random areas of the room. Why is he nervous? That was when you looked down and noticed how you were still gripping his forearms for support, which you didn't really need anymore.

"Oh! Right, sorry, again." You quickly released his arms, trying not to acknowledge the small, red crescents on his arms from your nails. "Sorry, but have I seen you be-"

That's when the ground began to shake, followed by a scream that could only be described as savage. You had broken Martha's rule. Don't talk to strangers. And now she was coming for you. Her vicious grin glued to the backs of your eyelids.

Your body was in its usual state of panic when you woke up, which was usually followed by some kind of muffled scream or gasp. But you didn't scream this morning, too focused on trying to figure out who that man was..

For the next month, you would wake up and search your memories for the beautiful stranger, but you were always met with disappointment. You began to feel foolish, asking yourself how you could be so stupid.

Tonight, Martha was at her book club meeting, discussing the newest Stephen King book. You never did understand how she could read those things and not walk away even a little bit queasy. Makes sense, monsters love other monsters. You silently hoped Stephen King would write a book on your Aunt, now that would be a best seller.

With your Aunt gone, you had some uninterupted time to yourself, meaning that you could finally read the book you found at the library last week. You weren't allowed to have things like books or computers, unless they were for school. And even those were used with supervision.

But the librarian seemed to understand your situation with just the way you smiled at her. She let you take the book home after making you promise to take it back in three weeks.

You really didn't know why you were drawn to the book so much. It wasn't even the book you wanted; Romeo and Juliet, by the way. No, this was a book about lucid dreaming, something you've never heard of before.

Once you opened the book and read the first chapter, you couldn't stop. This was the key to getting him back. You could see him again and you wouldn't let him go, you knew that for sure.

You quickly hid the book back under your dresser and jumped into your bed, willing yourself to go to sleep. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, you were finally able to relax enough to fall asleep.

When you opened your eyes you were in a room filled with absolutely nothing but darkness. Limbo. You remembered reading about this place in the book; this was the place where your imagination was supposed to roam free.

So you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and let the thoughts come in. The first thing that came to mind was your childhood home. The little brown house in the suburbs that always glowed with the orange leaves in the Fall. You could almost smell the sweet rot of the yellow and orange leaves, mixed with the chilly Autumn breeze.

And when you opened your eyes, you saw exactly that. The same small, brown house surrounded by the season's fallen leaves. You didn't waste even a moment, you jumped up the front steps, taking two at a time.

You flung the door open, letting it hit the wall behind you. "Hello? Is anyone home?" You called out, the anxiety creating a tight knot in your stomach as you slowly made your way through the house.

"Love?" You heard a man call out. It was him. The man from before. In your peripheral vision you could see him standing in the doorway of the kitchen, drying his hands with the familiar live, laugh, love towel your Mom loved.

"You're here?" You asked, not meaning for it to sound like a question.

"If course I'm here where else would I be?" He walked over and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Are you alright? You seem a bit off."

"I-" But before you could speak, there was a knock at the door.

"Ah, must be the mail. Will you grab it for me love?" He started walking back into the kitchen, tossing the towel on the nearest surface. "Dinner's almost done by the way!"

You stared at the now empty space in front of you. It's Sunday and it's already -you glanced at the nearest clock- six o'clock. Why would we have mail? You thought as you walked over to the door to grab the mail off of the floor.

The majority of it was either junk mail or for you, but the last one was addressed to him. To Steven Grant.

"Love?"

Then you woke up.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight imagine #dream control #lucid dreaming #part 1?

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