#THIS IS SO SWEET GRAH

[rvrend]

a smile stretches across his face as he reads the valentine, a chuckle escaping his lips. " well, i'm glad to see not all these got tossed out. " back of his hand pats against the picture, eyes flitting back to the young girl.

" and that was some putty good wordplay there too. " playful wink enunciates the repeated pun — not nearly as clever coming from him, though the sentiment remains nonetheless. it'll be nice to have something new to hang on his office walls.

" thanks, kid. "

#ANS. #SAVE. #itsposabule #idk why i imagined her putting it on construction paper n writing that out next to it ... its rly cute #THIS IS SO SWEET GRAH

[rottencoreflesh101]

Your honor… I fucking love him OMFG GRAHAHHHSHHDEH

Me ong

#i love him so fucking much grah #i cant wait to get home after my shift is over #I WANT TO SEE HIM NOW >:((( #genya my beloved #gun-nya💜 #my lil guy #my sweet gun boy #must be protected

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

I haven't seen anyone point it out so yk why not, on that note;

Barotrauma was named for the scene of Adam feeling like he's drowning, but also for well. Th definition.

"Barotrauma is physical tissue damage caused by a pressure difference between an unvented space inside the body and surrounding gas or fluid." Barotrauma is, in short, the build up of pressure in the body with no way to escape. Barotrauma is the build up of pressure. Pressure is another word for stress. Stress comes from fighting does it not?

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

#asks are neat #tmc home sweet home au #GRAH. so neat.

[pablo-pigasso]

I'm really appreciating how jane austen made me fall in love with lovers that KNOW like. after groaning through half of Anne With An E at the oblivious little shits (/aff) that are Anne and Gilbert, im reading @amarguerite's Behold The Walls Of Jericho / a Northanger Abbey fic and im just smiling at how catherine and henry dont even try to hide it like girl was sleeping on him? she looked cute. have to switch clothes and pretend to be a married couple? no hesitation in calling the other darling. they just. KNOW. and its FUCKING ADORABLE

#northanger abbey #jane austen #grah theyre so sweet #tiny little fictional characters who are in love

[cloudcountry]

jamil, help!

SUMMARY: Kalim discovers he likes you a little more than he thought. Jamil deals with the consequences.

CHARACTER: Kalim Al-Asim.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: i love him so much hes my little meow meow i want to marry him. this takes place after the book four overblot btw (jamil is much sassier with kalim LMAO)

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Kalim bursts into Jamil’s room like the force of a thousand winds was behind him, causing Jamil to nearly jump out of his skin and drop the book he was holding. Jamil sucks in a quiet breath as the book just barely misses his feet, and turns his ire to the frantic Housewarden.

“Jamil, please! You’ve got to help me!” Kalim squawks, eyes wide as he flails around the room like a caged bird being set free for the first time in months, “I don’t know what to do!”

“Calm down, Kalim!” Jamil hisses, taking a pillow off the bed and whipping it in the boy’s direction. It hits him square in the chest, and Kalim falls over with a soft “oof!” as he hits the carpeted floors. Jamil rolls his eyes and sits in front of him, brow furrowed as Kalim thrashes around on the floor.

“It’s so muuuuch, I don’t know what to do! I can’t take it anymore!” he yells, squeezing the pillow to his chest like a lifeline.

Jamil sighs heavily. This is going to be a long night.

“Okay. Tell me. What’s going on?” Jamil asks, crossing his legs and staring, unimpressed at the mini temper tantrum Kalim was throwing.

“So I invited the Prefect over for dinner, right? And they sat next to me and they looked so nice because they weren’t wearing their uniform, not that they look bad when they are, it’s just that their casual clothes were a nice change of pace! And they were so sweet and tried so many dishes I recommended and they even rested on my shoulder when they got tired, and when I asked if they wanted to go on my magic carpet and ride around the dorm they said yes and when we were shooting through the sky they kept acting weird and scooting closer and they looked so nervous so I asked what was wrong but then they just placed their hand right over mine and looked away and-!” Kalim screams loudly into the pillow and Jamil feels a headache coming on, “They looked so cute! And I didn’t do anything and I don’t want them to think I hated it but I was so nervous and I couldn’t do anything so I didn’t and-! Grah! Jamil, help! Please help! I don’t want them to think that they weirded me out! Please, you’ve got to help me!”

“Do you...like them?” Jamil deadpans, raising a brow as Kalim’s worried frown turns into a wobbly, lovesick smile.

Oh dear.

“You should go talk to them, not me. I can only give you so much advice.” he sighs, shaking his head.

“You’re so right, Jamil! I’ll go talk to them right away!” Kalim cheers, jolting up from his spot on the soft carpet with a huge smile on his face, “I’ll go see them right now!”

And before Jamil can say another word, Kalim bolts out of his room and down the hall, laughing the whole way. Jamil can only pity you.

#auburn's fics <3 #drabbles <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #kalim's so <3333 #kalim al asim fluff #kalim al asim x reader #kalim x reader #jamil is so done

[prismuffin]

One-shot or drabble of Barry Allen (The flash) dating a male forensic psychologist?

Barry is a forensic scientist, so I just think it would cute for two dorks being together.

-🦊

A/n: GRAH I LOVE FORENSICS- THATS THE FIELD IM AIMING FOR SO THIS REQUEST>>>>

No cause you both are adorable little geeks -- I'm gonna write this like it's an ask ok? So-

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!reader (drabble)

!-!more under the cut!-!

Barry walked around the office with a smile on his face as he searched for you, knowing you'd probably be in one of the many small briefing rooms. His hunch was correct as he noticed your familiar form hunched over the table with files scattered around. The door was open, but he knocked on it anyway before entering, noticing how your head immediately snapped in the direction of the noise. Your tired eyes lit up as you recognized his face, "Hey baby." Barry's smile widened at the sound of the familiar nickname. "Hey, I brought you some tea." He walked closer to you, placing the cup on the table while being mindful of the mound of papers that were scattered about. You turned in your office chair watching as he took place in between your legs. Leaning down, he cupped your face in his hand and pecked your lips before caressing your skin. "How's my handsome man doing?" He asked and you sighed, leaning into his hand as you collected your thoughts. "This case, it's pretty..heavy..." You frowned and Barry mimicked your expression. "I know, that's why I came to check up on you." Though it was pretty unprofessional, he sat down in your lap, turning his body so that he could still face you. Now both hands caressed your face, smoothing your frown out a bit. You gave him a pity smile, "sorry, family annihilator cases are always kind of hard for me." Your smile grew at the peck that was placed on your temple. "It's ok babe- they can get pretty graphic and that's why I have to check up on you sometimes and make sure you're ok." You let out a nose laugh, looking in Barry's eyes you grabbed one of his hands from off of your face, pressing a sweet kiss to it. "Thank you," "ahh it's nothing".

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[krushkreates]

uhh hi. i'm back from the fuckin' dead, it seems. all i am going to indulge is that i am incredibly glad 2023 is almost over.

anyways this is based off my Irish heritage again oh my god krush how much of ur heritage are u gonna put in ur writing?? a lot shut up i'm not gonna say anything or it's gonna give it away and that's no fun!

so i'd like to present, lasko, becoming goo when he learns what his dear listener has been calling him.

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"Bye Grá!" The word rolls off their lips so easily as they peck his cheek before hurrying off to their car, feeling the dopamine seize their muscles.

It's one that's hit his ears so many times. He's wanted to ask, it sits so patiently on the tip of his tongue, drumming in his ears with the blood that rushes to his tympanic membrane. The question floods his cheeks with the heat that burns it when the honey-coated word drenches him in a comfort that can only be described as familiar.

It hums in the back of his throat, begging to be released, but bound and gagged by the sickly saccharined voice of his anxiety.

Would it be weird to ask? Do they think I know what it means? What if it's something mean? What? Don't think that! They'd never! Come on Lasko, pull yourself together for god's sake! Back and forth. An endless tug of war that currently sees his curiosity winning out over his nerves. A small victory, but one nonetheless.

He decides, Fuck it. I'm going to look it up.

It's a clumsy search, and if you looked at his Google history, you might laugh a bit as the searches get weirder and weirder as he tries to figure out this mystery word without asking.

Grah

Grawe

Graw

McGraw

Tim McGraw

Damn typos and autofill.

Grahe

Graw word meaning

Grawe word meaning not english

Graw word meaning in english

Gra word meaning english

He's about two more searches from calling it quits as his frustration reads the screen aloud to his empty office.

"Noun, Irish. A liking or fondness for something." He murmurs to himself. "A liking or fondness." His irritation melts away. He types a bit more.

Grá Irish term romantic.

His eyes widen, the heat of his blush tripling.

"Means love in its most simple translation." Lasko murmurs to himself. He puts his head in his hands, covering himself from the wash of emotions he feels. They're so, sweet to him. Sweet on him, sweet for him, sweet for their affectionate names that are so subtle. "Grá." He tests it, rolling it the way they do. It's clumsy, like the time they tried rolling his D&D dice and rolled it too hard onto the floor. But it's endearing. "Grá." It's a whisper. The clack of his keyboard is heard again. "Mo grá." Lasko repeats, the same way he's heard them say it.

My love.

#this has been another installment of me using irish gaelic to my advantage #best believe y'all are mo ghrá #that's the plural form #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted lasko #lasko moore #lasko listener #im behind on audios forgive me

[arcadekitten]

I AM SO HYPED FOR WISHMAKER IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO PLAY POINT AND CLICK ADVENTURE GAMES

and i know that whatever you make will be super good !! grah !! i should really play the rest of your games and i’ll probably do it this weekend so expect some asks gushing about your other games in a few days (maybe,,, lets hope i have the free time)

anyways !! is there anything you can reveal about the storyline or characters for wishmaker? or are you gonna pull a [redacted] on me LOL

Aw golly this message is super sweet of you!! Thank you!! I hope you like whatever else of mine you play too, I'd love to hear your thoughts!!♡

Point-and-click adventures are one of my favorite genres so I'm excited to finally make one myself!!

While I can't share much right NOW, I do plan to hopefully show some one or two little visual previews leading up to the release of the prologue--it all depends on how quickly I'm able to do it! Remember this project is still in its beginning stages!

Some more info about how "beginning" it is under the cut:

Basically, I went into this project knowing I wanted to make a point-and-click adventure game. The Adventure Creator Plugin for Unity was one I'd seen recommended again and again, but I didn't have any experience with Unity(before now) so I was nervous to jump in.

I am still INCREDIBLY NOVICE when it comes to working with Adventure Creator/Unity, so I made a checklist of things I knew I wanted to accomplish with this game and went to see if I could accomplish them the way I wanted to. After getting through that checklist, it convinced me to start on my art assets and move forward with the project in this engine! I'm still incredibly nervous about it, but I've a bit more faith than before I went through my checklist so!

So right now I'm still getting through making the walk cycles to make characters move!! If you'd like to see more, the majority of my progress will be documented on my patreon!

#wishmaker #ask #reply

[laurzzz]

Which deadly boi gives the best massage?

Best spa day giver?

AKDHSKSH MASSAGES... (/pos)

Best massages are hands down (hehe get it) from Moon! He's very gentle and tender with each touch should he be allowed by the Princess to be touched so closely. I'm not saying Eclipse and Sun are not gentle but Moon!! Grah!! Incredibly sweet once he's given permission to be.

Best spa day giver hmmm... I think it'd be a matter of the three working together rather than only one. As Moon runs the softness of his touch on your body, Eclipse is nearby. He's preparing your most favourite drinks and the bath you'll be getting into in a moment. Sun, on the other hand, is Eclipse's right hand man in gathering materials necessary for your spa day. He doesn't mind it, in fact, he enjoys running the errands. Sun thinks he would not be able to handle being so close to you in that way. (He's as easily flustered as Moon when he allows himself to be, really.)

One would ask why the Princess isn't being tended to by her maids and servants but I imagine (post-fic!) that the three boys are given as much authority, in not just working with but also handling her so intimately, by the Princess herself.

#food #majestic oppositions #oooooh rot brain rot further mmmmmm #fluff #im a sucker for tender touches by non humanly beings man.......

[the-arcade-doctor]

ZX IS SO FUCKING COOL DASHES IS VERY PRETTY VAL IS VERY SWEET MR. T MAKES THE BEST DRINKS AND IS ALSO A GOOD LISTENER SRC IS LIKE,,.,. ANNOYING BUT IN A GOOD AND SILLY WAY I LOVE THE CADE CREW AND I WILL NOT STFU ABOUT THEM GRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[theteasetwrites]

Thy Saints Surrounded

Chapter 7: Mo Shíorghrá

❧ Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Female Reader ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—fingering, loss of virginity, missionary, swearing ❧ Word Count: 5.8k

❧ In This Chapter: Another night at the bar, except tonight is the night you make things... official with Murphy.

❧ A/N: You really thought I was gonna not use this gif for the first smutty chapter of this series? That would have been criminal. Anyway, here's some smut. Idk what else to say. It's smut. Murphy is cute/hot. You know the drill. Chapter title is pronounced muh-heer-grah, by the way.

Friday nights at McGinty’s were busy, you had found after only a few weeks of waiting tables there. Not as busy as St. Patrick’s Day, Doc had assured you, but busy enough to have you on your feet at all hours of the night shift.

What’s more, you still were somewhat lost when it came to the subject of alcohol. New customers would come in and ask about some type of beer you’d never heard of before, and in your inexperience, you’d have to say something along the lines of: “Well, I know we have Guinness.”

At least most regulars did, indeed, order a pint of Guinness, and that made your job much easier. Murphy always ordered a pint of Guinness, so somehow that became your go-to suggestion. Murphy liked it, so it must’ve been good, you figured.

There weren’t many nights Murphy didn’t spend at the pub, as long as he knew you were working. In fact, the MacManus brothers were somewhat akin to your personal chauffeur, driving you to the pub and staying there until the end of your shift to take you home. You could’ve easily walked, but the boys (mostly Murphy) were insistent.

South Boston was getting to be a dangerous place since Shannon was murdered, and he was paranoid of something bad happening to you, too. That, and he got a kick out of watching you waitress, that cute frame of yours bumbling about the smoky pub and serving drinks you had no idea the taste of. 

And on rowdy Friday nights such as this, it was good to keep his eye on you, in case one of the drunken patrons got a little handsy or rude.

“He’s got it bad,” laughed Rocco, watching in amusement at Murphy’s infatuation. “You gotta pop that cherry, man. Christ, I think I saw you droolin’ for a second there.”

“Shut it,” he said. He didn’t take his eyes away from you, entranced but your beauty. 

You could feel his eyes on you, and it wasn’t threatening or disconcerting at all. Rather, it was comforting, knowing he was there for you, and incredibly intoxicating, knowing he was sitting across the bar undressing you with his eyes, probably imagining something sweet and dirty and deliciously “sinful.”

You’d meet his gaze periodically, flashing him “fuck me eyes,” as Shannon, God rest her soul, would’ve said. And, oh, how you wanted him. He didn’t know it, but he was teasing you these last few weeks, constantly ending your innocent, unassuming dates with progressively more and more passionate kisses that had steadily escalated to groping. 

One night, you swore you almost had an orgasm just from his hand rubbing outside your jeans. He, too, ended each night with a rather noticeable problem in his pants, causing him to clumsily adjust his crotch as he left your apartment to climb into the passenger seat of Connor’s car, where his twin was waiting for him.

“Fuck ‘er yet?” he asked that night.

“Fuck you,” Murphy replied. “And no. Woulda been in there a lot longer if I did, I’d hope.”

Connor had still believed wholeheartedly that all Murphy needed was to lose his virginity to you, to get over you after it happened so he could focus on their divine calling, whatever it was.

He hadn’t warmed up to you much since you’d begun dating his brother, and you were sure he hated you. In truth, Connor was conflicted. He wanted his brother to be happy, but he was also concerned that you weren’t good for him—a distraction keeping him from the greatness he was destined to achieve. 

Destiny, in fact, was incredibly important to Connor. Less so to Murphy, who thought in smaller pictures and simpler terms. Of course, he believed in fate. He believed you were meant for each other, that God had created two souls in perfect harmony with one another, and that was a bigger kind of destiny than whatever “greatness” Connor believed was in store.

“I’m out of here,” slurred Connor in his drunken state. Drink was the only thing keeping him able to withstand Murphy’s displays of affection for you. He lifted himself clumsily from the bar stool, nearly knocking it over.

“You can’t leave,” protested Murphy. “Need your car to get (Y/N) home.”

He fished the keys out of his pocket and slammed them on the bar before Murphy. “There. I’ll walk. Don’t want to spend another minute with ya like this.”

“Like what?” Murphy asked, raising his voice above the chatter of the crowded bar in offense.

“Like a fool,” he scoffed. “A damn love struck fool, that’s what you are, Murph. Grow up.”

The only thing keeping him from yelling back was you, now approaching the bar to prepare the next order. Connor seemed disappointed, not at your presence, but at Murphy’s refusal to retaliate, as he always had. He was changing, because of you. He was growing up, but not in the way Connor wanted.

“Hi guys,” you said with a smile, bending over behind the bar to retrieve the bottle of vodka you needed to prepare the last patron’s drinks. “Think it’s slowing down now, huh?”

Connor rubbed his face and nodded, and you could tell something more tense than usual was in the air between the three of you. There was the usual sexual tension between you and Murphy, the brotherly quarrel between Murphy and Connor, and the suspicion with a tinge of jealousy Connor had towards you. 

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m, uh… I’m leaving.”

You frowned and moved your gaze to Murphy. “You leaving too?”

He shook his head as he took a drag of his cigarette. “I’m leaving when you’re leaving, love. Connor’s just a bit tired. Can’t hold his booze anymore, ya know.”

Murphy flashed a nasty, devious smirk at Connor, who simply scoffed at the remark, but it was Murphy’s way of getting back at Connor for calling him a fool, so he supposed it was warranted. 

“See ya’s later,” said Connor, and a flurry of goodbyes resounded from the other regulars who knew him well. 

The night continued rather uneventfully, with only a few skirmishes Murphy was quick to break up, assuming the unofficial role of security guard (mostly in an attempt to impress you).

Rocco was the last to leave, and, as usual, Murphy all but forced Doc to leave his own pub, insisting that you and him would close the bar for the night. 

“You just wanted to get me alone, huh?” you laughed, feeling his hands resting upon your waist as he held you from behind. 

“Is that so bad?” he asked. He nudged his head against yours, taking in a deep whiff of your intoxicating scent before kissing your cheek, tonguing at your skin with impatient fervor. 

You sighed and tried to focus on the task at hand: wiping down the table that Murphy had you pinned against as he showered you with affection. 

“Murphy,” you giggled. “I’m still on the clock.”

“Yeah, but Doc doesn’t know what we’re doin’,” he whispered in your ear. “You got any idea how fuckin’ beautiful you are, lass? Seriously, it’s like you’re from another planet.”

You snorted and shook your head, turning it to face him. “So I’m an alien now, hm?”

He smirked and leaned in to kiss your lips, and soon, somehow, he had you sitting on that table, your legs wrapped tight around his to keep his body as close to you as possible. You felt the familiarity of his hardening in between your legs, and as he kissed you, you felt a surge of electricity pulse through you.

“Murphy…” you whispered, though his lips caught yours again, massaging them and suckling them demandingly. “Murph… Mm, Murphy.” 

He smiled against your lips at your repetition. “Love it when you say my name,” he said. “So fucking sexy…” He rubbed your thighs up and down, hiking up the skirt of your button-up dress with each pass of his warm, strong hands. 

He peeked just a little at your pure white panties, pristine and virginal, just like you—and him, too. His tongue jutted out to lick his lips, and wriggled back and forth along the edge of his slightly agape mouth. You watched in lustful amusement at the wettening of his lips, pink and glossy from the coating of his saliva. How you wanted those lips to go where they hadn’t gone before, where no lips had ever gone before.

“I love your knickers,” he whispered in your ear. “Like to get them real wet… Soak ‘em. Maybe keep ‘em for myself… Never wash ‘em. Remind me of you.”

“Oh,” you laughed over his shoulder. “You’re a dirty, dirty boy, Murphy… So dirty… I thought you were a good Catholic boy?”

“Only when I wanna be,” he mumbled against your hair, eyes closed and mouth agape in utter ecstasy as the skin of his cheek grazed your soft tresses. “You tempt me into sin, mo shíorghrá.”

You sighed and giggled rather girlishly at whatever he had said to you in what you were sure must’ve been Irish, given just how natural it sounded on his lips.

“What does that mean, Irishman?” you cooed sweetly. 

His hazy eyes met yours, and his face turned sheepish when he realized the meaning of what he said. “Means ‘my eternal love.’”

It was the first time you’d heard him say the infamous L word. At least, in reference to you. It took you by surprise, especially since you’d only been dating for about a month, give or take. You supposed you’d known him longer, but it still all felt so new, so unfamiliar, but exciting. 

You were sure that you loved him, that the fact that he constantly occupied your mind proved it, and that being with him was unlike any experience you ever had. It was carefree, simple, and beautiful in every way. You loved him, but it didn’t come to the forefront of your mind until now.

“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat and loosening his body from your grip. “I, uh… I got carried away.”

Oh no, you thought. He didn’t mean it.

Even if he didn’t mean it, you had to hear it again, that sweet sound in his voice. Knowing what it meant now, you wanted to hear it even more. “Can you say it again?” you asked. “Please?”

He fell silent, but sunk his body back into yours until he was situated snugly between your legs, dangling from the high table.

He looked you dead in the eye now, and you swore you saw the corner of his lip curl in that mischievous smirk of his. “Mo shíorghrá,” he said. “You like that?”

“I love it,” you said. “I, um… I love you, Murphy.”

He’d dreamed you’d say those words to him, and before he met you, for so long all he wanted was someone to come along and say that to him the way you just did, with so much truth and purity. Maybe he was a hopeless romantic, but he always knew he’d give himself to someone he loved, that she would have his heart, body, and soul completely. Someone who loved him back, now that was even better.

“You mean that?” he asked, the tickle of his fingers grazing your neck as he swept back your hair. His eyes almost seemed to water, becoming glassy with moisture. 

Is he crying? you wondered. God, he’s precious.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a laugh. “I love you… Is this too soon?”

“No,” he replied immediately. “No, not at all. Actually, I… Well, I think I’ve loved you a long time. Since I first saw you. Was like Cupid slung an arrow into my ass.”

“Really?” you asked. Rosy cheeks bulged on your face as you beamed at the revelation. “Why did you wait so long to talk to me, Murphy?”

He shrugged as he asked himself that question, too. “Never been great with girls,” he said. “They like Connor, usually. Not me. Was worried I’d just make a fool of myself… Connor thinks I’m a fool anyway.”

His head lowered, and you reached up to hold his chin to bring his eyes back up to yours. “Why?”

“Because I love you… Am I a fool, lass?”

You shook your head. “If you’re a fool,” you said, “then I’m a fool, too. We can be fools together.”

His smile faded slowly, like the sun sinking gradually beneath the horizon, giving way to darkness, or in this case, an intense look of desire that rivaled anything you’d seen from him before. It was impatient and hungry, but still loving and sweet. 

He licked his lips again, wandering his gaze over your body. Your button-up dress was low-cut enough to hint at the junction between your breasts, and the more he looked at you, the more he found himself wanting, needing, to free you from the confines of your cloth prison.

“Murphy,” you sighed. “What is it?”

“Say it again,” he said. “Tell me you love me.”

Your legs tightened around him as if on their own accord, and your arms brought him closer until you could feel his warm, heavy breath upon your skin. Somehow you’d worked up a sweat sitting in that stuffy bar, or maybe it was just from the heat of Murphy’s body so close to yours. 

“I love you,” you whispered into his ear just before kissing gently below his lobe.

“Again.”

His fingers were slowly climbing up and down your sides as the space between you became nonexistent, your cores aligned perfectly. Any sudden movements on your part and you might’ve made him lose all control, but the risk was invigorating. Murphy had no idea what he was doing, as usual when he touched you, all he knew was that he liked it, and that you liked it.

You liked it so much you threw your head back, and Murphy quickly seized the opportunity to latch his lips just below your jawline, sucking at your supple skin to make a mark that would surely be visible by morning.

“I love you, Murphy,” you sighed up to the ceiling, or maybe to the Heavens. “I love you… I love you… I love you.”

“I love you,” he repeated against your lips now. “Mo shíorghrá… Sono pazzo di te… J’ai besoin de vous…”

You giggled as he voraciously attacked your lips, speaking in whatever language he pleased between kisses, though never taking his lips far from yours.

“Murphy,” you mumbled. “I can’t understand you.”

His lips tore from yours in a fit of passion, and with shaky hands he held your heated cheeks, looking you dead in the eyes once more. They were blackened, narrowed more than usual. He had a severe need in him, more potent than ever before. You felt it, too, like a fire raging in your lower abdomen, electricity pulsing wildly in your core. Just looking at him reminded you of the small puddle of moisture in your panties, making you wonder if he really wanted them.

“Can I take your virginity?” he asked bluntly. Nuance was beyond him now, he could only speak in the simplest of terms. 

There wasn’t any question in your mind: you wanted him to be your first, your last, your always.

“Yes,” you said. “But, um… Here?”

He shrugged and broke out into a smirk, a dangerous smirk. Dangerously handsome, of course. You weren’t entirely sure you could survive the trip to your apartment, and you certainly weren’t going to lose your virginity at his apartment, just a few feet from his twin brother. 

“Why not?” he asked playfully. “Got the place to ourselves. Beds are overrated… Just need a rubber…” He patted his pockets, but he knew he didn’t have any condoms. “Shit!”

You perked up and jumped off the table, much to Murphy’s confusion. “Where ya goin’?” he asked.

“I have condoms,” you said excitedly, rummaging through your purse behind the bar. 

Murphy raised an eyebrow and smirked, walking closer to you with a mischievous swagger.

“You expectin’ something, lass?”

You held the orange wrapper awkwardly in your hand, as if unsure of what to do with it. In truth, you sort of were.

“No… I mean, I don’t know. I just thought, since we’re seeing each other…”

Before you knew it, he was pinning you against the bar, lifting your legs up to wrap around his waist. You reached your arms behind you to prop yourself up on the bar as his lips devoured you once more.

“Condom,” you laughed against his ear. “Put on that condom, Murph. Let’s be each other’s firsts.”

He swallowed hard as his nerves got to him. He was terrified of doing something wrong, but more than that, he was desperate to feel something so right.

He took the condom from your fingertips, stepping back and almost knocking over the liquor cabinet behind him. He held it almost as awkwardly as you did, and looked up to you for guidance. 

“So, uh… What do you want me to do?”

You laughed and shrugged bashfully. “Well, maybe you should take your shirt off, and then I’ll take off mine.”

Sweet Jesus, he thought. Every fantasy he ever had was about to come to life right in front of his very eyes. He knew then that God was real.

“Okay,” he said. He cleared his throat before setting the condom aside, then reached for the hem of his shirt to strip it from his body.

You’d seen him shirtless, but, God, was it beautiful now especially.

“Your turn,” he said.

It was then you remembered you were, in fact, in a dress. Shit.

“Um… okay.”

You started at the top, unbuttoning the first button on your dress before you could pull it over your head. Murphy’s hand appeared in your line of vision moments later, helping you unbutton the last few buttons that you needed. 

He must’ve been impatient as he reached down to pull your dress over your head with a sudden burst of confidence. He might’ve been nervous, but he was sure he’d go crazy if he went another moment without seeing your body in all its glory.

Now he stood before you between your legs, shirtless but still with his lower half clad in light wash jeans. Returning the favor, you undressed him this time, your hands coming dangerously close to his crotch as you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. 

They fell with a thud, and now you were equal, barely clad in anything but your undergarments.

He moved to kiss you again, and tentatively moved his hands to feel your breasts underneath your bra, and never before had you felt so suffocated by that garment.

“Take it off,” you mumbled into his mouth. “Take off my bra.”

After fumbling with the clasp, he stripped your chest, and the supple flesh that greeted him was beautiful beyond his comprehension. Your nipples hardened with the immediate exposure to the air, and the way they bounced with your movement as you reached forward to touch his waist was mesmerizing, to say the least.

His mouth hung open slightly as his eyes glued to your nipples, in awe of their perfection. They looked just like they did in the magazines, only better because they were yours, and different. The same, but different. 

“Wow,” he said under his breath. “You’re so beautiful… They’re beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you said shyly, though you had a focus trained on his boxers, tight enough to see the outline of what must’ve been his genitalia. If you weren’t mistaken, his cock was hard, begging to be released. 

“Let’s take ‘em off at the same time, yeah?” he asked. 

You wriggled your panties off, as he stripped himself of his boxers, and the both of you froze in time for a few moments to take in each other’s nude forms. Murphy was a man, that was for sure. A man with a cock you couldn’t take your eyes away from.

He reached for the condom and tore it from the wrapper, and rather clumsily applied the object to his erect penis. 

“Does this look right?” he asked you, as if you knew the answer.

You smiled and tilted your head as you studied his cock. “Hm… I think so. Are you ready, baby?”

Your voice quivered as you spoke, despite how confident you tried to sound. Of course, you were confident that you wanted this, but nervous nevertheless.

He moved with a grunt and took a hold of you again, once more throwing your legs around his waist. He kissed every square inch of your face, and reached down to touch your pussy, that coveted artifact he’d dreamt of so many times.

“Ohhh!” you exclaimed into his mouth. Even just his fingers grazing your clit was powerful enough to send the beginnings of shockwaves through your body. 

He pulled his hand away momentarily, but you quickly guided it back. “Touch me,” you panted against his ear. “Just like that… My… My clit.” You guided his fingers to that little bundle of nerves you were no stranger to, and he watched intently to see the anatomy of your body, as if taking notes. 

He held you tight with his other arm, but it wasn’t enough to keep you from jolting at the pressure of his clumsy fingers. 

“Murphy,” you laughed. “Oh, that’s so good.”

You watched his fingers rubbing you, getting slowly more confident with each pass over your clit. Still, you couldn’t help but admire his cock, hard and sticking up on end, with the most precious bulbous tip throbbing and reddened.

“You want it?” he asked as he rubbed you. “Touch it… Please.”

With the hand that wasn’t touching you, he guided your fingers along the shaft until you were rubbing him, and both of you were on the verge of your orgasms, you especially.

“Oh, oh… K-keep going.”

Your hips thrust hard against his palm, and with another swirl of his fingers, you melted into a cascade of intense pulses, throwing you over the edge into utter bliss. It wasn’t that you hadn't felt an orgasm before, you’d felt it from your own fingers, but this was different, more pleasurable because it was his doing. His fingers were inexperienced and clumsy, but they were his.

“Murphy,” you moaned. “Murphy! Oh, yes, Murphy!”

“I love you,” he said. “Did that feel good?”

You laughed and brought him in for another sweet kiss, soaking his lips with your saliva. “So good,” you said.

Despite your iron grip on his broad shoulders, he backed away with his cock in his hands, eying your glistening pussy as it still pulsed ever so slightly from your orgasm. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. “That looks so good.”

You arched your back and nearly purred in arousal at the look on his face, all at once devious and blinded by lust. 

Your legs widened further on the bar, and you beckoned him forward with your finger. “Come on, big boy,” you teased. “Get in here.”

It took a great deal of willpower, that Murphy usually did not have, not to slam into you, going as deep as he could before breaking you in. For all his ignorance of sex and the opposite gender, he knew women needed to go slow their first time, and he loved you too much to ever hurt you, especially not during such a magical, intimate moment.

Your face was buried in the crook of his shoulder as his tip entered the shallow end of your entrance, and both of you became immensely aware of your tightness.

“Let me know if you need me to stop,” he whispered clearly in your ear. “I don’t wanna hurt you, love.”

You kissed his neck before trailing your lips over his jawline and onto his cheek. “Deeper,” you simply said.

He happily obliged, slowly inching further into you. He clung tightly to your back, trying with so much might not to come in a matter of seconds, but the feeling he’d never felt before—the warmth, the squeeze of your fleshy walls, the tightness consuming him, the gentle twitching of your canal as you made room for him—was so intense, so hard to ignore.

“Mmm,” he groaned. “(Y/N)… Feels so good.”

You winced in slight pain at the feeling of snapping as he ventured further, and a sensation almost akin to burning appeared. Still, knowing he was inside of you was such a wonderful idea, and that was enough to have you moaning his name right back.

“Murphy,” you groaned into his neck. “You’re in me, baby… Mmm, you’re in me.” You laughed deliriously, causing him to break out into an adorable fit of boyish giggles.

“I know,” he said, and planted a kiss upon your shoulder. “You’re so tight, love. Can I move inside ya?”

“Yes,” you said. “Just go slow at first, okay?”

He nodded and held you closer as he thrusted gently, feeling his cock bury deeper inside of your increasingly wet pussy.

“Ohhh….” he moaned. “Fuck…”

The snapping feeling in your pussy gradually became less intense with each pass, his cock effectively stretching you out to match his girth. Pain gave way to pleasure, and you rocked back against him, allowing his cock even deeper until he reached your hilt.

“So deep,” he groaned. 

“Faster,” you said. “Fuck me, Murphy.”

He swallowed hard before beginning to thrust harder, moving back and forth in your pussy as his hips flexed and jerked to get himself off inside you. 

You found yourself leaning back on the counter, laying yourself down to get a look at him as he rammed into you, faster and more desperate with each heavy thrust.

He watched your chest bouncing, then reached out to massage the tissue with each strong, steady hand.

“Christ,” he mumbled. “You got the body of an angel.”

You laughed as you wriggled under his hands. “Mmm, Murphy… I love your cock in me, baby.”

“I—I’m gonna come.”

His body jolted almost violently, thrusting wildly into you as his face strained and his eyes fluttered as if he was in daze, and perhaps he was. The best orgasm of his life pulsed through his cock, causing it to twitch inside of you rapidly as he unleashed a flow of opaque white liquid into the condom’s reservoir.

He let out several strained whimpers which melted into blissful moans of relief. His eyes opened hazily as he finished unloading, and he broke out into a delirious smile when his sight met yours.

“I love you,” he laughed. 

You reached up to grasp his cheeks, pulling him down to meet your prone body on the counter. His lips crashed onto yours as you held him tight to your chest. “I love you, too, sweet boy.”

He buried his head in the crook of your shoulder where he doused you in kisses and lovebites for minutes on end, and when he moved, you noticed the feeling of his softening cock still inside you. It felt heavenly, but you tickled his back to get his attention.

“You’re still in me, silly,” you laughed. “You can’t stay here all night.”

“Mm,” he hummed. “Why can’t I? I like it in here. Might just move in permanently. How much is the rent?”

“Free for you,” you said. “But you can pay in kisses if you’re so inclined.”

“Kisses, eh?” He firmly pressed his lips to your cheeks, and dotted sweet little pecks all over the rest of your face as you squirmed beneath him. You broke out into raucous giggles, intertwined with half-hearted shouts of his name every time his stubble grazed your soft skin. 

“You like my kisses, mo shíorghrá?” 

You rolled your eyes, as you knew he knew the answer to that question, but his cockiness had once again risen to the surface. You couldn’t say you didn’t love it, though.

“I love them, Murphy. Everything you do makes me indescribably happy… I’ve never felt this good in my whole life.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” he said. “Think God made us for each other.”

You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh, yeah? He did, did he? Well, who am I to argue with the almighty creator of the universe?”

You weren’t entirely sure how you both managed to fall asleep on the bar, you two practically on top of each other as you held on for dear life to the other’s sweaty, naked body. 

It was only when the morning came, sunlight rather rudely awakening you as it shone through the tinted windows of the pub, that you realized how terribly unsanitary it was to have sex on a bar. 

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, causing Murphy to stir and rub his eyes as he awoke. 

“Maidin mhaith, cailín álainn,” he yawned, stretching his arms dramatically over his head. He folded his hands behind his head as he watched your naked figure fumble about for your clothes. “I think you should keep your clothes off, love. Quite like you like this.”

You smiled at him as you pulled your panties up your legs. He bit his lip, eyes hazily wandering about the five or so hickies he’d left on your chest and neck. He was immensely proud of himself, and you were sure you could get used to this cocky side of him.

“I think we’ve spent enough time naked in here,” you said. “We’ve got to clean this bar. I think Doc keeps the sanitizing spray down here.” You bent down to search under the bar, while Murphy busied himself with gathering his own clothes. 

“He’ll never know, lass,” he assured you. He seemed to pick up on your stress as you sprayed frantically and wiped down the counter with great pressure and speed. “Our little secret, hm?”

You felt his lips on your neck again, his tongue jutting out to lick the sensitive hickies on your skin. “Look what I did to ya,” he said. “Hope it didn’t hurt.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” you sighed. “I like it… Reminds me of what we did last night… Did you like it?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Like to do it again… Real, real soon…”

His hands trailed up your abdomen to grasp at your breasts, still bare and hardened from exposure to the early morning air permeating in the stuffy bar. 

“Not here,” you laughed. “Already broke so many health codes. My place next time.”

“When’s next time?”

You turned around in his arms and pecked his lips in amusement at his impatience. “Tonight?” you asked. “I don’t think I could go much longer than that… I already miss feeling you inside me.”

He raised an eyebrow as his gaze moved down to your panties, slightly stained from how much you’d soaked them last night.

“Can I keep these?” he asked.

Your eyes widened. “What? You were serious about that?”

“Mhm,” he hummed with a smirk. “Little souvenir… If that’s okay?”

“Well, I’m going to have to leave here without any underwear under my dress…”

“Oh well.”

Murphy dropped you off that morning, walking you home in the dim early morning light through the still quiet streets of South Boston. Despite how tired he was, he walked with a spring in his step towards his apartment, eager to brag to Connor about his accomplishment.

“Rise and shine, you eejit!” he shouted joyously as the elevator doors opened to reveal the fifth floor loft. He stepped through the threshold of the apartment, removing his black peacoat and hanging his coveted rosary on the hook by the door all the while. “You’re not gonna believe the night I’ve had, Connor. Me and (Y/N)... Man, it was amazing. I mean, it was a little awkward ‘cause we both didn’t know what we were doin’, but she was a goddess. And we’re gonna do it again to—”

He finally turned himself around to face Connor’s bed, where the older twin was holding a large ice pack on his forehead. He had been beaten senseless, cut and bruised and covered in dirt, perhaps even a footprint or two.

“Jesus Christ,” muttered Murphy, eyes wide and lips agape in concern. “Fuck, what happened to you?”

He huffed and tried to sit up straight. “Also had a hell of a night… Though I think you had more fun than me.”

Concern melted quickly into hot, molten rage at the sight of his brother in this state, beaten and hardly able to move without wincing in pain. “Who the fuck did this?”

“Murph—”

“Nah, who the fuck did this, Connor?!”

He shook his head before giving into Murphy’s demand. “Tony and his little mafia friends… Mighta been able to take ‘em if I wasn’t outnumbered. He had five guys, including that big fella. The bodyguard.”

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Murphy paced in circles around the one-room apartment, running his fingers through his hair and nearly panting in rage. “We gotta do somethin’, Con. This kinda shit is what got…” He trailed off as memories flooded back, memories of a time he’d rather forget. “You know…”

“I know,” he said. “Trust me, I know.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Murphy huffed. “This is my fault. Shoulda been with you.”

Connor shook his head. “Nah, nah. I was being an asshole, and you shoulda been with (Y/N). She loves you.”

Murphy lowered his head, almost bashfully. “I know she does,” he said. “And if Tony’s out here doing shit like this to you, what if he comes after her next? Shit, I wouldn’t be at all shocked if he was the one who killed Shannon.”

Connor perked up, intrigued by the mystery. “You think so?”

Murphy pieced together the puzzle in his head, then cursed himself for being so blind. “Of course! He didn’t do it himself, he had some mafioso do it. Sent him to the coffee shop when he knew (Y/N) was working, but she wasn’t there. She was with me still, back at the station. Christ, he wanted to kill (Y/N) but he got Shannon instead!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Connor. “Slow your roll, all right? No need to start spewing conspiracy theories.”

“This is not a theory, it’s real,” he insisted. “And I’m getting to the bottom of it. Right now.”

Murphy put on his coat about as quickly as he’d taken it off, along with his rosary and a swiftness in his step.

“Goddamnit, Murphy.”

Connor reluctantly lifted himself from the bed, with great strain on his injured body, and slipped on a shirt before catching up to him, determined to make sure he didn’t get himself in more trouble than he was already surely in.

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♡ With Kylo! I beg! Tell me stuff!

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh love of my liiiiiiiiiiiiifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Who is the most affectionate?

Honestly, we can both be incredibly affectionate but I think I might give this one to Ben simply because he always has to be touching me in some type of way~ He's pretty clingy when we are in private, not that I'm complaining though!

Who initiates the handholding?

This goes with the affection question, you could say... it goes hand in hand hurrhurr imsorry.. But really, this would also go to Ben, he loves holding my hand, doesn't matter if we're walking, or snuggling, or sitting next to one another, he can't help but lock his fingers with mine (this also includes kisses to my palms, back of my hand, and knuckles!)

Who worries more for the other?

me me meeeee I worry about him like it's going out of style, especially if he has been away for while and I haven't heard from him. I tend to generally have racing scary thoughts so if he hasn't been around for awhile I think the worst and drive myself nuts until he actually comes home to me T_T

Who is more likely to ask for help?

OOF- Sadly, we aren't the types to ask if we notice something is off about the other we will eventually ask what's up but other than that we are STUBBORN when it comes to asking for help even with little things too dslkjfldsfkjlds

Who is the one always losing the keys?

Hi that would be me! "Have you checked the fridge?" is a common response from Kylo when I say "Hey love, have you seen my keys?" ldkjfklsdfjlds

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

hm, we aren't really ones for note giving? If we have something to say we will just tell each other even if we're blushy and awkward about it, we are more of the "say it because you never know what happens" type of people :3

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

Kylooooo~! (well technically me as well but he's worse about it lol) he has gotten so accustomed to me sleeping next to him that if I'm not there he will literally not be able to sleep properly at all. I'm always talking about how he's my calm but I sometimes forget that I am also his!

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

Kylo proposed to me! :D (It was in a fic actually hehehe) and it was so sweet and such a tender moment and dlkfjlfjsdl CANNOT WAIT TO MARRY HIM! although I already refer to him as my husband <3

Who introduced the other to their family first?

(good time line where nothing ever goes wrong: ) I have no family so Ben introduced me to his legendary parents Leia and Han! I was a MESS lol oh also it turned out I pickpocketed his dad before I knew he was Ben's dad... OOPS! dlkfjdlskjf

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

That would be meeee~ I cannot help or ever resist putting my hands through his mans hair!! I am obsessed with my mans hair so much! It's so thick and fluffy and GRAH! <3

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

Ben literally has to remind me to eat food. He esentially has a real life tamagachi sdlfkjdslkfjsd /lh /j but no he's really good at helping me remember to eat and I'm good at reminding him to stay hydrated!

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

My baby has a T E M P E R so you bet your ass if anyone hurt me in any way shape or form he would be on their ASS about it if they lived or died from it would be another story! He is my number one defender and I love it~ <3

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

We're both the same! We like to surprise each other from time to time, not all the time mind you but we always say "I'm gonna get you back for this~" teasingly haha

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

ME! I make him lock it too! (thats when you pinkie promise and then also press your thumbs together and make a turning key motion!) <333 thats the only way pinkie promises are dealt when I use em! hehe

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

Kylo does! I mean unless he is really in the mood to snuggle with me then he will just lift me up and put me into bed but other times he will leave me be and place a blanket over me (Or his cloak~) >/////<

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♡ AUBURN'S MUTUALS !! (there's more of you than i thought HELP)

@tinyletterz / 🍙 — my friend since forever ago, genuinely one of the kindest people i have ever met. she's so cute and she writes beautifully!!!! i highly HIGHLY recommend her flower language series GFGRGRGRGRFRFR

@identity-theft-101 / 🪓 — bonded over mushroom stayed for the eels tbh!! chaos incarnate BUT he has a cute bird named asa that said she loves me so i'm winning

@names-are-dumb / 🐚 — i'm so glad i got to introduce them to twisted wonderland. i am reliving my own experience through him rn. IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE OCTAVINELLE GRAHHH!!!!! one month later and we're married he's my husband and my angelfish that i write cringe ass sonnets too and i adore him <33 muah muah

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@shkrmpp / 🦐 — one of my first moots!!! personally i really love their hair dye headcanons GRAH they're so cute BUT!! they also draw C:< AND ITS A CUTE STYLE. plus their blog always looks MUAH

@siren-serenity / 🌙 — YOU'RE EVIL I STILL THINK ABOUT "i need you" WHY DID YOU WRITE THAT /lh no but actually you're so good at writing angst that rips my heart out like. if i want to sob i'm going for your azul angst (ITS A GOOD THING PROMISE)

@siphoklansan / ☔ — BEAUTIFUL ART. STUNNING. i love love love how much detail she puts into her pieces (yes i am thinking abt the floyd piece for the lipstick challenge ITS SO CUTE) AND SHE DREW STUFF BASED ON THE SONG HEART ATTACK AND I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY DAY.

@fukashiin / 💌 — silly little goofy deuce rambles and omg the leech twins. I REREAD THE STARING THINGY SHE WROTE OVER AND OVER AZULLLL AZUL'S PART IS SO %@$!%##@%!$#$%@!$#%@$!#%!@%#$!@#$%

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@hisui-dreamer / 🌟 — SO SWEET. i know i'm saying a lot but i have so many mutuals that made me feel so welcomed and rinna was one of them. every single piece of work you'll find on that blog is brewing with emotions and gentle care I LOVE.,,.., I LOVE!!!!!!

@officialdaydreamer00 / 🌠 — ?!?!?!?! ALSO INCREDIBLY KIND AND SO SO CREATIVE!!!! they draw me things all the time and it literally melts my heart :((( i love lov love talking to them about octavinelle and they're super easy to connect with :(((

@the-v-lociraptor / 💙 — we literally just became moots a little bit ago BUT i find a lot of good fanart through her!! she reblogs a lot of cool stuff :D !!!!!

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@i-like-forgs / 💪 — appreciator of sand cats and draws a lot!! the creator of my wedding venue with azul and enabler of so many of my ramble i am clinging to his ankle as he drags me around

@valerie-leech / 💚 — we just started talking but they're part of the auburn azul wedding squad!! :D im excited to interact with them <3

@twst-beam / 🎉 — we also haven't talked a lot yet but i can't wait to get to know her better C: !!

@iseethatimicy / 💎 — a fellow azul kisser!! i finally found another one!! :D has an unholy amount of azul memes i do not know where they come from (probably pinterest) but they are Fascinating

@acornwinter / 💫 — sends random shit in my inbox because they started talking about their dreams once and i decided Yes!! and now they draw my ocs and its super cute and i love their little tiny ppl drawings C:

@totallymem3 / 🥀 — we just started talking but!! very sweet <33 her art style is just MMMMUAH CHEFS KISS!!!!!!!!! i love it. it reminds me of spring.

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@axvwriter / 👻 — SHE HAS AZUL'S DORM UNIFORM AND IM SO JEALOUS. LITERALLY SO UNFAIR.

@soru-ya / 🍞 — THEY WROTE AROACE CONTENT FOR ME :((((( CRYING RN they're such a good writer please go check them out PLEASE im begging you

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@shinysparklesapphires / 🎀 — floods my inbox with precure stuff and now its next on my watch list. started the laura and azul siblings conspiracy :O !!!!!

@twistedchatterboxed / 🌊 — The jade kisser ever. we have a lot of mutual moots (hehe say that ten times fast) so i'm excited to get to know her better!! :D

@keii01 / 🍡 — she's so sweet i want to put her in my pocket and carry her around everywhere i go!! she draws a lot of cute stuff too (there is no such thing as too many ribbons <3)

@tsun0tar0u / 🐉 — showed me a genshin glitch once and i have never been the same. also i would die for kafka btw. normal about rollo btw. So Normal.

@non-binary-lil-shit / 🍄 — enables my marine bio and mycology rambling!! also i am very concerned for you C:

@queen-shiba / 🦁 — your profile theme is literally so pretty i am eating it right now (IDK I JUST LOVE ORANGE) also the leona blender post made me so confused but also i laughed really hard HELP

@vioisgoinginsane / 💜 — she likes some vampire game i think LMAO but the twst content? YUMMY. a writer once in a blue moon and apparently best known for the BITING ROOK HUNT post. GET IT!!!

@moonlit-midnight / 🌸 — hannah is such a good writer :(( WRITES PLATONIC FICS DID YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE!!! PLATONIC FICS!!!!!!! they're all so adorable and make me want to curl up under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate <3

@ryker-writes / 🦚 — asked about to deep sea and LET ME TELL YOU i got so excited about it and im still writing it hehe. ryker writes a lot of familial angst so its that your thing go for it!!

@datboredpencil / 💀♦️ — GORGEUYS ART ABSOLUTELY SCRUMPTIOUS YUMY UMY UM AN ENTIRE BUFFET!!!! theres a lot of idia x cater content too if thats youre thing!!! :D

@twistwonderlanddevotee / 🪷 — we havent talked a lot but im still happy to have you here!! :D

@beeirdos-buzzing-bogaloo / 🐥 — apparently very normal about sebek. the Most normal. we havent talked a lot but hes silly :D

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[taylorswiftandx]

Taylor Swift and Midnights Album Song Titles

Please see this post for selection criteria.

'Lavender Haze'

Lavender Haze: I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me

Lavender Haze: I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

Lavender Haze: That lavender haze, I just wanna stay

'Maroon'

Maroon: The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

Maroon: It was maroon, it was maroon

'Anti-Hero'

Anti-Hero: It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

'Snow On The Beach'

Snow On The Beach: Like snow on the beach, like snow on the beach, like snow on the beach, like snow

'You're On Your Own, Kid'

You're On Your Own, Kid: You're on your own, kid, you always have been

You're On Your Own, Kid: You're on your own, kid, yeah, you can face this

'Midnight Rain'

Midnight Rain: He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

Midnight Rain: All of me changed like midnight rain

'Question...?'

Enchanted: The lingering question kept me up, 2 AM, who do you love?

The Man: They wouldn't shake their heads and question how much of this I deserve

Coney Island: The question pounds my head, what's a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me?

Question...?: Can I ask you a question?

Question...?: Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question

I Heart ?: I got an I heart question mark written on the back of my hand

'Vigilante Shit'

Vigilante Shit: And I don't dress for villains or for innocents, I'm on my vigilante shit again

'Bejeweled'

Bejeweled: Best believe I'm still bejeweled, when I walk in the room I can still make the whole place shimmer

'Labyrinth'

Labyrinth: It only feels this raw right now, lost in the labyrinth of my mind

'Karma'

Look What You Made Me Do: But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma

Karma: 'Cause karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god, karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma: Karma’s a relaxing thought, aren’t you envious that for you it’s not?

Karma: Sweet like honey, karma is a cat purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Karma: Flexing like a goddamn acrobat, me and karma vibe like that

Karma: 'Cause karma is the thunder rattling your ground

Karma: Karma’s on your scent like a bounty hunter, karma’s gonna track you down, step by step from town to town

Karma: Sweet like justice, karma is a queen, karma takes all my friends to the summit

Karma: Karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me

Karma: Karma is my boyfriend, karma is a good, karma’s a relaxing thought

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma is that girl, like grah

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma is ya checks ‘boutta bounce, damn

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma is a fire in ya house, grah

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): It’s okay, baby, you ain’t gotta worry, karma never gets lazy

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma is a beauty winning that pageant, grah

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): ‘Cause karma is my boyfriend / damn

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Me and karma vibe like that / grah

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma takes all my friends to the summit / facts

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god / Karma is my bestie

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma’s a relaxing thought / Karma’s gonna hold you down

Karma (Clean Version): Flexing like a Vegas acrobat, me and karma vibe like that

'Sweet Nothing'

Sweet Nothing: I found myself running home to your sweet nothings

Sweet Nothing: All that you ever wanted me was sweet nothing

'Mastermind'

Mastermind: What if I told you I'm a mastermind and now you're mine?

Mastermind: It was all by design 'cause I'm a mastermind

Mastermind: You knew that I'm a mastermind and now you're mine

Mastermind: Yeah, all you did was smile 'cause I'm a mastermind

'The Great War'

The Great War: My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the great war

The Great War: I vowed not to cry anymore if we survived the great war

The Great War: I vowed not to fight anymore if we survived the great war

The Great War: I vowed I would always be yours 'cause we survived the great war

The Great War: I will always be yours 'cause we survived the great war

'Bigger Than The Whole Sky'

Bigger Than The Whole Sky: Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, you were bigger than the whole sky

'Paris'

Paris: I was taken by the view like we were in Paris

Paris: Like we were somewhere else, like we were in Paris

Paris: 'Cause we were in Paris, yes, we were somewhere else

Paris: My love, we were in Paris, yes, we were somewhere else

'High Infidelity'

High Infidelity: High infidelity, put on your records and regret me

High Infidelity: High infidelity, put on your headphones and burn my city

High Infidelity: High infidelity, put on your records and regret meeting me

'Glitch'

Glitch: I think there's been a glitch, ah yeah, five seconds later, I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch

Glitch: Glitch, ah yeah, five seconds later, I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch

'Would've, Could've, Should've'

Would've, Could've, Should've: Would've, could've, should've, if you'd never looked my way

Would've, Could've, Should've: Would've, could've, should've, if I'd only played it safe

'Dear Reader'

Dear Reader: Dear reader, if it feels like a trap, you’re already in one

Dear Reader: Dear reader, get out your map, pick somewhere, and just run

Dear Reader: Dear reader, burn all the files, desert all your past lives

Dear Reader: Dear reader, bend when you can, snap when you have to

Dear Reader: Dear reader, you don’t have to answer just ‘cause they asked you

Dear Reader: Dear reader, the greatest of luxuries is your secrets

Dear Reader: Dear reader, when you aim at the devil make sure you don’t miss

'Hits Different'

Hits Different: It hits different, it hits different this time

Hits Different: It hits different, it hits different 'cause it's you

'You’re Losing Me'

You’re Losing Me: Stop, you’re losing me

You’re Losing Me: My heart won’t stop anymore for you ‘cause you’re losing me

You’re Losing Me: ‘Cause you’re losing me, stop, ‘cause you’re losing me

#taylor swift #lyrics #taylorswiftandx #lyric parallels #midnights album #song titles

[rodolfoparras]

I am emotionally attached to this phone anyways so I wouldn't want new one as it is but also real 😭 I keep telling myself that it's fine as long as charger is working (Balkan mentality fr). But I am pretty sure it's either my charger or plug socket itself.

Also I was gonna ask in last ask but I am cooking so it slipped my mind but how are you?? I hope you're doing well 😌

And Sebastian is mine I WILL fight, he's literally my perfect man. Plus he's only in his late 20s (I mean technically he's like over 2000) but there are plenty of dilfs and dilf adjacent ocs I will kindly let you take. Plenty of men in my stories to go around!

-🔮

Ooh I’ve seen ways ppl clean their plug sockets! Maybe you can gently use a toothpick or again gently blow on it bc dirt and grim creates a lot of build up which eventually ruins the plug!

I am good sugar!!! I know I say it a lot but it’s genuinely a surprisingly good day for me mentally so I’m living!! Like the other day I forgot to take my meds so I was off balance both yesterday and the day before that but now I’m good, feeling better than I usually do! And I had grah today which is lowkey bomb.com and it’s raining outside and it’s so cozy and nice and I’m thinking of price (as usual) I also ordered 12pack of energy drinks 😭 so I’m picking that up today djdjdjd basically I have 0 on my acc atm but klarna my sweet baby is always there for me see I can’t go a day without energy drinks so what does a legend like me do? I order 12p of them to last me until my paycheck rolls in djdjdjd

How is it going for you sugar? I hope all is well and I’m giving y’all plenty of hugs if it isn’t 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

You can have Sebastian if you tell me more about this werewolf dilf I’d happily hear all about him🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️

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