#and in the end it took me like. 5 minutes bc I already knew what I wanted to do

[stuniolo-simp4life]

Can u do a Matt smut fic where reader and matt r out and matt gets a good idea to go to the car wash bc the car is dirty. And when y'all in the car wash u fuck (idk if that makes sense)

I love ur writing sm 😭😭💖

Car Wash- Matt Sturniolo 

Paring- y/n and Matt Sturniolo 

Warnings- Smut, semi-public (?), cursing, quickie, p in v, unprotected (don’t please, imagine you're on the pill or smth), female!recieving, slight nipple play, riding, slight fingering.  NOT PROOF READ.

Description- After a long day out, Matt decides to go to a car wash, hoping for something more. 

@lightningsturvn here you are my love!

After a week of recording and editing, Matt took y/n out for a stress reliever day. They went to the beach, walked along the shoreline, and even went swimming.  

Unfortunately for Matt, all he could think of was y/n in that tight little bikini, wanting to rip it off and fuck her brains out.  

Moving on from Matt, there were a lot of seagulls at the beach today.

Seagulls=poop. Poop=Car. Car=Matt’s Car.

“Well, it looks like my car is covered in bird shit.” Mat grumbled as the two of you stepped in, earning a giggle from you. “Babe, its fine. We can just stop at the car wash on the way home.” 

Now obviously, Matt was horny. The beach dress wasn’t doing a good job of covering up your body.

He could see your pecks straining against the thin bikini fabric, and that was enough to turn him on. He could already feel his cock throbbing against his shorts. 

Thats when the idea popped into his head. The car washes around your area were old, making the machines slower.

An average car wash was 5 minutes, but these ones were 10. A perfect opportunity for some relief. 

“Can you do the tropical wash? Please?” you asked Matt, batting your eyelashes. You knew he hated it, but you loved it.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But you’re going to pay me back,” he said with a devious smirk, as his hand made its way to your thigh. 

You found yourself getting flustered by Matt’s words, your face visible red. Flustered enough to make your bikini bottoms wet.

Fuck. His hand was sensually rubbing your thighs as he paid for the wash. 

As soon as drove the car onto the platform, his finger grazed your clit, a small moan escaping your mouth. 

Somehow, both of you ended up in the backseat. 

Matt smashed his lips on yours and slipped his hands down to your waist.

He started leaving wet kisses around your neck a collarbone, removing your beach dress.

He then started kissing down your chest, until he ripped your bikini top off. 

“I’ve been waiting to do that all day.” His tongue made it to one of your pecks, while his hand made its way to the other. “Fuck matt.”

He moved his tongue in fast, circular motions on your hardened peck, while his finger played with the other. “Be a good girl, and let's make this quick, okay.”  

You moaned. “M-Matt.” He looked at you. “Hmm?” 

“I need you.” He smirked at you. “What do you need baby? You have to be more specific.”  

“Your fingers.” You gasped. “I need your fingers.”  

“Okay baby. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He inserted a finger into your aching hole, then two.

“Oh my god,” you gasped. He slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of you. “F-Fuck Matt. faster.”  

You could feel your orgasm building on you. It must have shown on your face, because he then slipped his fingers out.

You whined. “I was just about to finish,” you pout. 

“Don’t worry. Your about to get something better.” He slipped off his cargo shorts and his boxers, revealing his straining erection.

It looked so hard it must have hurt.  

Even though you’d seen Matt’s dick before, it always surprised you how big he was.

The thought of him filling your aching cunt was enough to make you wet again.

He then sat against one of the doors, his legs on the seats. 

“I want you to ride me baby.” You had done it before, but it wasn’t one of your most experienced positions. “O-okay,” you gulped.  

You got on top of him and aligned yourself. Slowly and steadily, you lowered yourself on him, earning a grunt from him and a hiss from you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. It took you a minute to adjust to his size, but when you started moving, the slight pain was replaced with pleasure.

“Oh fuck. Matt,” you moaned, as you bounced up and down. His hands were on your hips, guiding you.

“Oh my god Matt. Oh my god.” You moved slightly faster, making you moan with pleasure.  

You could feel your legs starting to give out, making your movements slow down slightly.

Of course, Matt noticed, because he grabbed your ass and starting thrusting into you.

That was enough to get your momentum up again. You grabbed his shoulders and lowered your head into the crook of his neck. “Fuck Matt, I'm gonna cum.”  

Your moans were turning into breathy whines. “M’gonna cum too. Fuck. Do it with me baby.”

You let out a moan as your orgasm came, Matt still slight thrusting, and finishing after you.

You could see the sweat on his forehead, making his hair stick to it.

“You did so good for me baby,” matt whispered in your ear, then going to kiss you. 

Thankfully, the car wash was slowly ending. “Shit. I forgot about the car wash.” You quickly changed into your clothes, a wave of tiredness slowly crashing upon you. 

Matt was already in the driver's seat, driving up to the air-drying system. “Matt,” you mumbled, your eyes fighting for wake.

“What is it baby?” He turned back to face you. “I’m gonna take a nap,” you said in a drowsy voice. “Can we cuddle when we get home?” 

He smiled at you softly. “Of course we can babe.” He reached his hand out to swipe some hair out of your face.

“Love you,” you mumbled. “Love you too,” was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep. 

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[midnightsnyx]

girl at home | mat barzal | part 5

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader summary: you’re eighteen when you find yourself pregnant after Mat leaves for hockey. nearly eight years later, Mat finds out about your daughter and you have to deal with the consequences of not telling him about her.

warnings: swearing, angst, food, fluff, not edited word count: 2.3k authors note: it's my bday tmw and i am going out of town for the weekend so i wanted to get this posted!! also, i have no idea how pr management works so i def got everything wrong so pls don't yell at me lol i feel like this chapter is just like a roller-coaster that went off the tracks and blew up and someones trying to put it back together with tape from the dollar store so im sorry but i hope yall like it anyway and don't hate me pls <3 send your thoughts or come yell at me about this story bc I LOVE hearing from you guys!! It feeds my writing soul. thank u all for the love on this story so far and lmk if you wanna be added to my taglist. also thinking about doing some smau for this fic and wondering if you guys have any ideas or suggestions?

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You didn’t think the situation with Mat’s statement could get any worse. You were already being pestered by your mom, your friends and even other parents at the day camps Nora attended. Mostly everyone knew that it was true that Mat was her father at that point so the statement caused questions to rise. Ignoring everybody’s opinions about it was easy but six simple words from Nora were what broke you. 

“I thought Mat was my daddy,” she said softly while eating breakfast one morning. She had been quiet since the day before but it continued when she woke up the next morning. You thought maybe she was just moody and tired but it ended up being much more than that.

It took you a minute to answer, trying to figure out where she might have heard or been told that. It wasn’t that surprising that she might have gotten the impression that he was her dad considering how much time Mat had been spending with the two of you or she overheard a conversation. Kids are very perceptive but you couldn’t see how anyone would directly tell her about the public statement and you had been very careful about what you said around Nora and told everyone else to do the same. 

Apparently someone didn’t get the memo. 

You had two options. You could lie to Nora about what was going on or you could explain it in the best way you could to her. Lying to your daughter was the last thing you wanted to do but figuring out the easiest way to explain it so she would understand was hard. How were you supposed to explain that yes, Mat is her daddy but he was a fucking idiot and told the world that she’s not even though he said he wanted to be in her life. It would have been so simple to take the easy way out but it wouldn’t have been fair to Nora so after she finished her breakfast, you sat her down. 

“You’re feeling a little confused, huh?” you asked, watching her fiddle with a loose string on her sweater. 

She nodded, still not looking up at you and not offering her thoughts. It was a bit alarming because she was usually a chatterbox, even when she was upset about something. She would let you know exactly what was wrong. 

“Who told you Mat was your daddy?” 

She finally looked up at you, and the tears threatening to spill from her eyes made you both angry and upset. You were ready to find whoever told her and scream at them but her answer stunned you.

“I heard you talking to Jaxy,” she whispered. “I wasn’t trying to listen but I was coming out to get some water and you said that you were mad at Mat.” 

She didn’t elaborate on what else she may have heard which was unnerving because you probably said a lot of things about Mat that night when Jax came over to talk to you about it. You hoped she didn’t stay long enough for your breakdown where you had cried for thirty straight minutes. 

She sniffled, wiping a couple tears away. “I don’t understand.”

Your heart broke but you still struggled with how to explain everything to her. Telling her in the beginning was probably a better idea but you were so caught up in your own thoughts and feelings, you ignored the person who should have been your number one priority the entire time. 

“Mat is your daddy, baby,” you said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

I’m sorry I kept you a secret.

“How come everyone is saying he’s not?” 

Mat should have been the one to answer this question because it was his doing, but you hadn’t spoken to him since the night he was at your apartment and the two of you argued. He had texted you the day after but you ignored it because you didn’t know what you would say when given the chance.

“Well, sometimes people make mistakes and Mat said something he shouldn’t have,” you explained, hoping it was enough and it seemed to be enough at first but then she hugged you tightly.

“I love you mama,” she said and before you could reply, she quietly asked, “Do you think Mat loves me?” 

“I’m sure he does,” you told her and it took everything in you not to cry. 

. . .

Liana: dinner at our place @ 6. bring nora and don’t be late!!!

You’re tempted to decline the request and just stay home but you’ve been promising Liana and Nadia that you would actually visit instead of dropping Nora off and leaving like you’ve been doing. Avoiding Mat is becoming increasingly difficult. It’s been two weeks since he released the statement and a week since your conversion with Nora. She’s been asking a lot of questions, ones that you didn’t plan on having to answer so soon. You expected her to be angry with you for not telling her but she took your confirmation that Mat’s her dad with ease. 

So it didn’t come as a surprise when her first question was whether Mat would be at the Barzal household for this dinner. You hadn’t bothered to ask Liana, mainly because you knew it would definitely impact your decision to agree to go. 

“Did you know that Zoe’s mom and dad aren’t together either?” She says during the drive to the Barzal’s. 

You do know this but you humor her. “Really?”

“Yup. Zoe said she spends weekends with her dad and stays with her mommy during the week,” she explains and then moves on to a different topic. You’re a little curious why she would talk about her friends’ living arrangements but when you finally pull into the driveway, your question is answered. 

“Do I have to stay at Mat’s on the weekend?” She asks and if you hadn’t already parked the car, you would have hit the brakes. 

“No,” you say a little too quickly and sharply because she frowns. 

“How come?”

You don’t answer her question right away, getting out of the car and walking around to the other side. She’s already unbuckling her seatbelt by the time you open the door and she’s still frowning. 

“Just no, Nora.”

“But Zoe does!”

You can’t explain custody agreements to a seven-year-old so you say the first excuse you can think of. 

“He doesn’t live here,” you say, taking her hand and begin walking towards the house. She’s dragging her feet, clearly not happy with your response. 

“Do I have to call him dad?” 

“No.”

“Why?”

“Just ‘cause,” you say, stopping at the door and turning to her. Her arms are crossed and she’s giving you the look that says she won’t let up until you give her an answer she wants.

“Do you want to call him dad?” 

She pauses, looking down at the ground and frowning. After a moment she shakes her head. 

“No, but Miss. Jones says you’re not supposed to call your mommy and daddy by their first names ‘cause it’s disrespectful.” 

“It’s not up to Miss. Jones,” you say gently. “This is new, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

After a moment, she mutters a quiet “okay,” and then: “do you think Nadia has ice-cream for dessert?”

“Guess we’ll have to go inside and ask,” you reply and raise your fist to knock on the door but it swings open before you can. Liana is waiting on the other side with a big smile on her face. Nora runs straight to her and giggles when the older girl picks her up and swings her around. 

“C’mon in,” Liana says, ushering you inside. So far there’s no sign of Mat so some of the tension leaves your body. After putting both yours and Nora’s shoes aside, you make your way to the kitchen. Nadia is puttering around, juggling a million things but she still smiles softly when she sees you. 

“Can I help with anything?” 

“You can keep me company,” she says and points to a chair. “Sit down and update me on what you’ve been up to.”

You know that you can’t argue with her so you sit and chat idly with her. She doesn’t bring up anything to do with Mat and you’re not sure what to think about it. You almost slip up and ask if he’s going to be here for dinner but decide not to. You haven’t seen him around since you arrived, so he’s probably out. Maybe with a girl. 

Not that you care, obviously. 

Mike eventually pokes his head in the kitchen to greet you and ask how you’ve been. He offers to set the table but Nadia shoos him out of the kitchen, rolling her eyes fondly. 

“Don’t get married, they’re nothing but trouble,” she jokes but there’s a smile on her face that lingers even after her husband leaves. You always admired their relationship, and were certain that you and Mat would be like it some day but it wasn’t in the cards. 

Soon, Nadia calls everyone to dinner. Nora immediately asks why Mat isn’t here and there’s an awkward silence until Liana breaks it.

“He’s busy,” she tells Nora and that must be enough because she just nods and starts eating dinner. Nothing else is said about Mat but just as you’re all finishing dessert, you hear the door open and close and there’s only one person you figure it will be.  

Mat walks into the dining room, clearly caught off guard by your presence. Nora hops off her chair and darts over to him, wrapping her arms around his legs and starts chatting excitedly. He’s trying to give her all his attention but his eyes keep flickering to you. 

When Nadia and Mike get up to start clearing the table and Liana asks Nora if she wants to go watch a movie, you realize that the three of them planned this. It’s almost like you’re kids again, fighting about something stupid and needing his parents to help fix the problem. 

Mat looks at you a little helplessly when the room clears and it’s just the two of you. There’s no way you can yell at him with his family and Nora in the next room and you realize that was also probably planned. 

“Can we talk?” he asks and you really don’t want to, but you realize that eventually you’re going to have to talk to him so you nod. You follow him out the back door and the two of you sit on the porch steps in silence until you finally break it.

“Why didn’t you come to me about what PR wanted to do? We could have figured out something together.”

He shrugs, looking at the ground. “I didn’t think to ask you about it. I just wanted to fix everything before it got complicated. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“Yeah, no shit,” you mutter. “That’s something you’re great at. You don’t think before you do anything.” 

You jump when he stands up suddenly and turns to face you. He’s angry but so are you.

“No, fuck that. You can’t just expect me to do everything right, when a month ago, all I had to worry about was hockey. I can’t be number one dad overnight! You didn’t even tell me about her for six years!” 

You’re a bit taken off guard by his sudden outburst but you can do anger too.

“That is the exact reason I didn’t tell you about her, Mat. Hockey is always going to come first in your life,” you snap. “And I didn’t ask you to be a number one dad, all I asked was that you be sure you wanted to be in her life before you committed to anything because this is exactly what I was worried about.” 

He falters a little, probably not expecting you to return the anger. 

“I didn’t want to post what they asked me to,” he says, sounding defeated. “But I didn’t know how to say no. When PR tells you to jump, you jump.”

You’ve no idea how public relations in hockey works, it’s possible that they would have posted the statement without asking Mat but you’re so damn angry. You’re angry but you don’t know who you’re even supposed to be mad at now. 

“You should have come to me,” you say again. “That’s how co-parenting works, you know.”

His mouth twitches. “That’s what we were doing?”

You can feel the anger slowly dissipating. Mat’s shoulders aren’t as tense and he plops back down on the steps so you sit next to him, letting your shoulders and knees knock against his.

“Well, you are her dad,” you admit. “And she is very concerned about her future living arrangements.”

He looks at you a little confused but there’s a small smile spreading across his face. 

“Does she know?”

“Yeah,” you tell him. “She’s smarter than you expect sometimes.”

“She gets that from you,” he says, poking your arm.

You roll your eyes fondly. “Well she had to get her brains from someone.”

He huffs but it sounds more like a laugh. You watch him look at the ground, brows furrowed and deep in thought.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?”

Here’s the thing that a lot of people don’t know about Mat: he doesn’t forgive himself easily. It’s something you learned the hard way when you were younger and dating. 

So you know he will beat himself up over this until you forgive him. 

“Yeah, but we both did.” You bump your knee against his until he looks up at you. “We can fix it, but we have to do it together.”

He holds out his pinky finger. ”Co-parenting, right?”  

You hook your finger around his and nod, letting yourself relax for the first time in weeks. It’s going to take time, hard work, and you’re both going to have to learn how to trust and communicate better again but you're sure you’ll get there.

“Together,” you agree.

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[lacesgirl]

late drunk talks|m.riddle

summary: You and Pansy going to the party with a twist but you ended up sober and a little sad.

parings: Mattheo x fem!reader, Draco x Pansy

warnings: Bad grammar, drinking, smoking, kinda angst

word counts: 1900

author's note: Ignore all grammar mistakes bc English is not my first language. Also my best friend broke up with his gf and his gf told me that she's going to cheat on him but get together after two days later. So they kinda gave me idea for this.

“Come on Pansy, a little party never killed nobody” I said as I entertained our dorm.  

I hated seeing her like this after the breakup. Her messy hair, makeup smudged all over her eyes. Always crying and never smiling. I can’t deny that she loved Draco more than anything but he couldn’t ruin her any more. I walked up to her and lifted her head. 

“Just one party, so you can show him his loss” I tried to convince her. 

“Y/n do we really have to do that” she asked. I looked at her and she knew that I’m not gonna let up on her. 

“We’re going to have so much fun and since it’s a Halloween party you can dress as slutty as it’s possible.” I told her. “But I’m dressing as an unknown slut because I want to spend the whole night with you.”

“Thanks.” she said while hugging me. 

I couldn’t say that I feel responsible for what happened because I persuaded boys to have their nights while I spent the whole night with Pansy and it turned out that Draco cheated on her. 

“Let’s get ready if we want to look like something,” she said.

After some time me and Pansy were looking at our reflections in the mirror. “Wow you look like not you” Pansy claimed. “You really did a great job because I wouldn’t recognize you sober, not to talk about being under the influence” she added. 

“I tried my best,” I told her. 

She was right. I put on a red haired wig, did my red lips which I was never doing this way and put on the most revealing top I had. My matching tattoo with Pansy was visible which only me and Pansy knew about since we did it on that fucking night. I didn’t have occasion to show it to Mattheo because Pansy was more important at that time. So I could proudly say that even I didn’t recognize myself. 

“But let’s talk about you. You look like the reason why Draco is going to regret even more that mistake he did” I complimented her. 

“You think so,” she asked while pushing her boobs even more. She looked delightful in this claret mini dress.

“I’m not blind” I said. 

She screamed and this was probably the first time she smiled in the last few days.

“I think I did too much by wearing this skirt” I said as we’re walking to the club because I had to lower it every 5 minutes . 

“Shut up and put on your  mask already” she commanded me while she was dragging me. 

But I could swear that by every step my ass was visible but does it really matter if Pansy was happy.

“Are you ready?” I asked her as we’re standing in front of the club. She just dragged me inside. 

Music was blasting too loud and there were drunk people and alcohol everywhere. But I missed this feeling when our group was going out to party. I was walking behind Pansy which was almost running to the bar. 

Alcohol sometimes was healing wounds and sometimes was fixing relationships. But most of the time alcohol ruins everything. 

I was looking for Mattheo because we didn’t spend much time together lately. He was comforting Draco and I was comforting Pansy. I saw Theo with a random girl which wasn’t anything new. Blaise was standing near the wall with Draco. Malfoy was wasted and Zabini was telling him something. Lorenzo was dancing and Mattheo was just a wallflower but he was smoking as usual. He looked so pretty and I wanted to run and hug him but instead Pansy gave me a drink. I could tell this night couldn’t just end up good. After endless measures of alcohol and dance I took Pansy outside. I needed to smoke.

“How do you feel?” I asked Pansy while giving her lighter.

“Like I was reborn, I missed this feeling” she responded while inhaling a cigarette.

“I’m glad that you’re happy after all” I said and put my head on her shoulder. “ Drunk cig is the best thing in the whole world,” I added.

This night was so peaceful. The moon was shining, a cold wind was whipping all over my body but it didn’t matter. It was just me and Pansy against the world. I felt relieved that it’s going to be okay, everything will be as it used to be. And then he came. He ruined this moment. Draco fucking Malfoy and Blaise who was trying to stop him. But Draco always got what he wanted, no matter what. Sometimes alcohol makes us do what we don’t want to do sober. I looked at Pansy and she became so pale, and I could already see that her eyes had become watery. 

“Y/n leave us alone, and take Blaise with you” she whispered. 

I took her mask and I got up. I looked at her last time then I walked up to Blaise. I pushed him and gave him Pansy’s mask. “Stay there and give it to Pansy when they’re done” I said and inside the club. I headed to the bar and ordered myself another drink. Then I walked up to Mattheo.

“You must love your girlfriend so much,” I claimed.

“How do you know I even have one?” he asked and smiled.

“You came to the club, you’re being a wallflower and you ignore every girl that tries to do anything with you” I stated.

“I didn’t know that Pansy had a new friend,” he said.

“Because I’m not her new friend. I just met her while I was going there” I responded to him and took a sip from my drink. Just don’t break the character.

“Yeah, I love her more than anything” he sighed, then he took a photo from wallet. It was our photo. “She's just so great. I don’t know what I did in my previous life but I don’t deserve her. She’s so kind and takes care not only for me but for our friends. Maybe she’s doing that because nobody ever did that for her. She’s like a guardian angel. Always know what to do or what to tell when life sucks. She’s making our life better even though she doesn't have a good life. She’s smart without even trying, and so lovely. I love it when she comes to my dorm and just starts talking because I usually don’t know what to say. She fills the void in my life, even when she’s saying random facts about things I’ve never heard of. Y/n is just like a Sun. I wish she was here tonight because in the past few days we didn’t spend so much time with each other and I miss her” he added. But something about him was off. It didn’t feel right because he wasn’t the kind of man who would say things like this. Not even drunk.

“You don’t look happy” I said because he wasn’t happy when he told me this.

“Because I’m not, I hurt her so much” he responded. And at that moment my heart dropped. 

Don’t break the character.

“If you hurt her, why is she with you?” I asked and looked at the photo once again.

“I didn’t tell her, I just can’t hurt her even more,” he responded.

“Then tell me, so maybe you will feel better” I said while he was passing me a cigarette.

“Y/n and I had awful fight. So I did what I do the best and I drank. I drank to much and got into a fight. She was nowhere to clean my wounds, tell me nice things, just comfort me. This random girl came to me. She looked so much as Y/n and she comforted me. And that's the part where I hurt her. That's the part where I start hating myself. I kissed that girl. It  wasn't something intimate or valid to me. I break the kiss right after I kissed her but I still fucked up. This few fucking second wasn’t worth it at all. I don't know what I'm supposed to do” he said but I could tell it was a relief to him. 

My eyes became watery and I wanted to hit him, not once, not twice, I wanted to just hit till somebody pulled me away. The only man I’ve ever loved turned out to be just like any other man. At that moment he ruined everything. I wanted to tell him something but I was so close to start crying so I just inhaled a cigarette. I looked again at our photo. We were so happy… I was so happy. Just me and him at Black Lake on our anniversary date. I was too bustling looking at this photo and I didn’t spot Pansy and Draco coming to us. Together. And then she ruined everything. She was happy and drunk so she didn’t care anymore of me and Mattheo being together.

“Y/n” she screamed “Me and Draco get back together”

“Y/n” Mattheo whispered and tried to touch me but I was already walking to Pansy. 

“I’m so happy, but now I need to clear my head. And tomorrow I’m going to kill you and Draco for all this” I told her while hugging her. I tried so hard not to cry but she was too drunk to notice anything. She just waved at me and I got lost in the crowd.

I was sliding through the crowd, while taking off my mask and wig. My eyes were burning but I couldn’t cry here. I couldn’t cry on Mattheo’s eyes. He doesn’t get the view of me being like this. All of a sudden I was sober. Alcohol vanished into thin air just like my happiness. The only thing that had left was this fucking photo. I walked outside and a cold wind smashed my bare shoulders, but I didn’t care and he touched my hand. His touch, once so warm now, was even colder than the wind.

“Y/n wait. Don’t go. Love I’m…” Mattheo said. 

“Don’t call me love, you lost everything to call me this” I chopped him off. 

“Don’t say this” he responded and tried to hold my face in his arm but I shifted away.

“How long you wanted to keep this. You tell this random girl but you can’t even look at me now” I told him. But his eyes were telling me everything. I snorted because I didn’t care what I’m going to do next. 

“You see how happy we were back then” I said and showed him a photo. “I hope that you’re going to remember that because it’s not going to happen anymore.” I screamed and mussed the photo just to throw it in his face. 

I started walking, completely ignoring his calling out. I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t care anymore about the man that broke my heart. I didn’t care. I didn’t care that I left the love of my life in the middle of the road. I didn’t care that I ruined the only thing that has left from the time I was happy in the middle of the road.

Alcohol sometimes was healing wounds and sometimes was fixing relationships. But most of the time alcohol ruins everything. 

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[nushy]

no just imagine pissed off billy running into reader at tina’s party (his outfit *drools*) and reader giving him the most toe-curling, body-shaking, mind-blowing head in his camaro. billy gets all mad at her bc her drool is getting everywhere he fucks her mouth harder.

feel free to change or add anything you’d like!

-🪷anon

No, I love this and i think it would be something like this:

Billy x fem!reader

warnings: it's smut, okay, so no minors!!!! blowjob and strong language

You were at Tina's party for Halloween. Everyone was already pretty drunk, you included. You could see Billy Hargrove at the other end of the room in his James Dean inspired outfit - only the white t-shirt was missing and you could see the beer drops on his bare chest.

You and Billy were something... you were not sure what you were - when you were horny you'd call him, and when he was horny - he'd call you too. But noone knew and of course, noone must know.

From time to time you could feel his stare on you - you made sure to be noticeable - with the smallest leather skirt and the sheerest white top. All the boys were watching you and you knew Billy was not happy about it, because even thought you two were never official, he was jealous and he didn't like when other boys were all over you.

So, after another one of the basketball players trying to reach under your skirt, Billy was right next to you, whispering in your ear:

"In my car in 5 minutes." You got hot just from how sexy his voice sounded but at the same time this was going to be either really good, or really bad. With Billy, you never knew.

So you watched him leave the house and after 5 minutes (like always so noone could suspect anything) you left through the front door too. You could see his Camaro to the right of the street and you headed straight to it. You opened the passanger's door and sat quickly.

"Hi, Billy." you began to say, being cut off by him, lightly grabbing your throat.

"Acting all bratty tonight, huh, babygirl" his deep voice made you shiver.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you acted all innocent but you knew exactly what he meant.

"You know, sweety, there are consequences for your actions." you knew that damn well and part of you was so happy about it, because you liked how good the sex with Billy was when he was angry. He unzipped his jeans and his dick was out in all his glory. He was already rock hard and you moaned just from the sight of it - he was so thick and long, always giving you the pleasure you needed.

He didn't need to do anything as you were already sucking him - first lightly licking the tip, swallowing the salty precum, then licking his lenght, from the bottom to the top. You could hear his quiet groans that you loved so much. Soon his whole lenght was inside your mouth, reaching your throat, making you gag a little. After that his hand was on the back of your head, pushing you down, not allowing you to get up. His roughness made your cunt ache and you could feel the orgasm building. Fuck, you loved when he did that. You took him deep in your troath as you knew this would make him cum in just few minutes.

"Fuck, princess, you feel so good, taking me so well" he wispered trough the moans and groans. You continues bobbing your head up and down, taking him as deep as you could, feeling you drool all over him, spit reaching his balls. His grip on your head got stronger as he was reaching his climax. You clenched your thights as you felt your orgasm building too just by how good he felt in your mouth, feeling it. You wanted to touch yourself but as his left arm was in your hair, his right hand was holding your two hands on your back, not allowing you to use them. He was narcissist as always. Soon enough you felt his cum filling your mouth, a combined taste of sweet and salty. He pushed your head even harder, not allowing you to lift it until he is all finished. Few seconds passed and he lightened his grip. You lifted your head, swallowing his cum while you watched his blissed out face.

"Oh, look how pretty you look with your ruined maskara" he praised you. That's when you realised that you had tears in your eyes that had ran down your face, smudging your make up. "Come here, babygirl, daddy's gonna take care of you." he gooed as he lifted you on his lap, kissing you deeply.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy x reader

[nexysworld]

Heyyy whassup!! I love your blog 🥰 I saw that your requests for Leon are open so I’d like to request, if you don’t mind, a (very self indulgent ik) (re4) Leon x reader in which his gf has an important sports competition coming up and she’s a little sad cause he said I couldn’t go see her bc he’s on a mission or something but then surprises her by showing up and she’s like “😍😳” cause he’s being all supportive and all??? You can make it headcanons or a fic I don’t really mind, just do what you’re most comfortable with.

Again sorry if this doesn’t make sense or is just too specific, I’m just IN LOVE with this man and I want him in my life 😩😩 thanks a lot if you decide to write it hun 🥰

Hiii!! Thanks so much for the request, this prompt was super sweet and I love it! Forthright, I don't know a single thing about sports, but, I have watched Yuri on Ice and was obsessed with that Disney movie about ice skating when I was younger so....that's what I went with. I hope that counts? (ps sorry to anyone who participates in that sport if it's not accurate.) 🙏🙏 Requests are Open 🖤 Fic/Request Master List ~ But You Promised ~

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Leon Tags: Fluff Word Count: 923

“I’m sorry, I know how important it is to you. You know if it was my choice, I’d be there.” His words hurt, but it was even worse that he wasn’t telling you in person, just a staticky phone call. “I don’t understand. I thought you said you took time off work, and that it was already approved. Besides you just got back from a trip, you don’t even get time to come home and rest before another one?”  “Well, it was approved. Look, this new mission is really important, something only I can assist with. Trust me, I tried asking if they could send someone else.” 

“But you promised.” “I know, unfortunately, matters of national security trump vacation time and skating competitions.” “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just, stay safe. I’ll see you when you get back, whenever that is. Love you. Bye.” You didn’t give him time to respond before you ended the call. Normally you didn’t give Leon grief about his job, you knew it was important, you knew it was dangerous. This time around though you couldn’t contain the disappointment. Not only did he sound dismissive, but you’d always had lingering doubts that he didn’t really care much about your skating career. You guess you could understand if that was true, figure skating isn’t usually something all the guys are into – but still, this was the most important competition you had qualified for so far! 

Sighing you slumped down onto the couch. You felt bad for hanging up on him, ultimately you knew it was just the nerves from the upcoming competition feeding into your insecurities and negative emotions. Leon was a good boyfriend, he did care. Besides, maybe it was a good thing if he wouldn’t be there, then he wouldn’t have to watch you flop if it all went to hell. It didn’t matter anyway you couldn’t do anything about the situation and there wasn’t much time, you had to finish packing and get out the door before you would miss your plane. It was only a few days until the competition and there was a lot to be done. Final outfit try-on, practice run-throughs, the works.

::::::::::::

The day of the competition things were not going well at all. Your costume was late arriving from the tailor’s, you’d realized you left your makeup bag at home, and to make matters worse your practice runs were abysmal. You kept failing to land jumps, hitting doubles when they were supposed to be triples, and bad timing on the music. 

Your stomach was in knots and you had no idea what was wrong with you. You’d done the routine at home successfully a million times! At this rate, you could pretty much kiss your career goodbye, along with your dignity. 

It was about 5 minutes until your turn was up, it took all of your willpower to hold back the nausea your anxiety was causing. You bounced your leg against the floor and chewed on your nails nervously, not even realizing someone had come up behind you. “Sorry I’m late, Baby.” You’d recognize that voice anywhere, whipping your head around to see him. “Lee, you made it? But how–” He silenced your question by pulling you into a tight bear hug, connecting your lips. Your heart was doing flips in your chest just from pure happiness. You noticed he was still wearing his work clothes minus the weapons, he looked a mess, exhausted, but he was still here. “Worked fast, got back early. Had them fly me right here.” He pulled away so he could look down at you and get a better view of your face. “I didn’t feel right breaking my promise, plus I was really looking forward to cheering you on.” “I’m really sorry about hanging up on you when we talked. I’m so glad you’re here.” “That? Don’t even worry about it, I didn’t blame you for being upset at all…. are you alright though? You look a little pale.”

“Nerves...I don’t think I can do this.” You admitted softly. “I kept fumbling the practice runs and…”

The moment was interrupted by the announcement of your name indicating it was your time to start. “Nonsense Sweetheart. You’re going to do great, I’ve seen you skate at home, you’re amazing. You just have to loosen up and not think so hard.” Leon kissed you on the cheek before he had to walk away and take his seat next to your coach. “Break a leg baby…well maybe don’t do that…” he called awkwardly. It made you laugh and roll your eyes before you dropped your jacket and stepped out onto the ice. Maybe he was right, you just needed to let loose a little. As you slid out into the center of the rink, you took a deep breath to try and clear your mind as the lights adjusted. Right as the music began you looked around and saw Leon standing next to your coach. He looked so… ridiculous. In one hand he was holding up a huge obnoxious sign he had made with markers and glitter, on the other he wore a white #1 Fan mitten. To complete the ensemble he’d also put on a sparkling purple jacket with your name written in huge silver letters -- you had no idea where he'd even gotten that from. It was equal parts motivating and embarrassing, something so very Leon. Why had you ever doubted him before?

Immediately you knew you were going to rock things. How could you not with your number one fan right there?

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[tojisun]

how was the concert sun

oh my god vi it was so so fun!! theyre all so so amazing and im so happy that i was able to watch them all!!

the gates were opened at 5:30 but the show didnt start until 7 which was such a good thing because me and my friend got there late LMAO the concert ended past 11 (the bands came out to talk to fans but me and my friend couldnt even stay bc the parking lot gates were set to lock by 11:30. god im so sad abt missing it out)

caskets opened the show! they played only seven songs though :( but thats oki!! i kept singing while filming so i probably only have about three videos where u cant hear me which sucks asss bc i really wanted to share their performance to u guys!! LIKE i cant comprehend how they sound so beautiful live! especially their screaming parts because it just sounds a lot cleaner and crisp than the studio version!! they're touring with set it off (the main band) so not a lot of people knew caskets but it made so so happy to see them be received with such enthusiasm too bc they deserve the hype!!!

deathbyromy WERE SO COOL i was having a massive bi panic because theyre ALL SO GORGEOUS (from the singer to the drummer!!) the lead guitarist had me and my bestie grasping each other bc her aura was just so... attractive? AND THEIR SONGS I LOVE THEM SM!! there was one song where romy introduced as "this is for my piece of shit of ex-boyfriend" or smthn like that and god shes just so iconic

crown the empire had me so hyped! i only know some of their songs but im glad that they played some of the ones i knew (black sheep, in another life, and superstar)!! they had to pause real quick bc there was an incident in the pit, and andrew (vocalist) took care of the situation so fast that it was cleared within three minutes. his screams are soooo crisp. i kept taking my concert earplugs off bc i wanted to hear it better, and goddd didnt disappoint for real

set it off were drop dead amazing! their stage setup, intro, and performance was just done so amazingly!! the theatre was shaking because of how much hyped people were and honestly who can blame them?? those random guitar riffs and drum grooves were so satisfying to hear live!! cody (vocalist) crowd surfed with an actual inflatable (I GOT A VIDEO) and it's so funny bc he slipped the first dive then later it just became so so cool!! they played a medley of ten songs it was soooo sick bc they blended so well but also u just know when one song starts and when one ends. GOD IM JUST AMAZED

IT WAS SO SO WORTH IT!! i've booked the tickets back in feb so im ngl this concert was all what held me together and im glad to have enjoyed every moment of it even when i didnt know all of the songs played!!

GOD IM SORRY I RAMBLED AGAIN HIEHFWD im just so !!!!!! happy

(i got tipsy bc i drank sm vodka but yo i started imagining band aus during the intermission HEWOFJSWF its sick how i have drafts already)

#violet <3 #ask

[not-poignant]

You have a very broad readership; do you still, like most ao3 writers, use writing as a way to make friends? If so, how do you manage both to make connections and keep from uncomfortable parasocial engagements?

(admitting: I like your work a lot, I have a similar interest in writing trauma and recovery, I would like to befriend you, but I don't want to bother you bc lots of people want to be friend with writers they like and there's no way you'd have energy for all of them!)

Hi hi anon,

So...this response might be disappointing, but I didn't use fanfiction writing as a way of making friends. That's not why I started, and it's never been the reason for me to be in fandom.

(Thoughts about friendship and stuff under the read more, it's pretty personal so no obligation to read. The TL;DR is I am bad at friendship and I also am not like 'most AO3 writers' (is that really why most AO3 writers write?) in the sense that I never wrote fanfiction as a way to make friends and it's very weird to me sometimes that people actually do this as a motive).

When I turned up in fandom, it was a very private experience for me. I didn't know anyone else locally who shared the same fandom/s I do. When I shared fanfiction on Livejournal, I did so to complete strangers who I never got to know better, or to people who were already friends through other interests.

I've never gone to fandom conventions (there's few here, and I have severe social anxiety. By the time I thought about going I was in my late 30s, and just felt like I'd be too much of an outsider even among fellow outsiders - again, I shared almost no fandoms or ships with anyone I knew locally, and no one I'm friends with / know in person reads my fanfiction). Fandom was always an incredibly isolated experience for me.

When I joined AO3, it wasn't with a view to making friends. I was extremely burnt out, I'd quit my previous job as a professional artist because I couldn't see a way of making the income work out, and I just wanted to write a very angst-filled story that would help me deal with my loneliness which I didn't see as something that would ever change. Writing about a character who's experienced centuries of loneliness was like 'cool, yeah, I'm gonna write about him.'

I did end up making friends, but it was kind of by accident! And not all of those experiences were positive. One person in particular became quite toxic and cruel towards me, and I experienced my first kind of encounter with...I guess what I would call the uglier side of fandom life and also just friendship and relationships. It took me a long time to recover from that experience (and to learn what emotional abuse is), and after that I shut down and stopped kind of making friends on the internet.

I have made friends through the writing since (they're usually the mutuals I also have on Instagram, or here, or people I've DMed in Discord etc.), but I haven't really sought it out actively and I think anyone who knows me well enough that we've private messaged a few times, also knows that I'm quite aloof and reserved, and that I will engage quite deeply sometimes but then disappear for a few months (or years) re: communication, which is a remnant of a period of time where I used to get sometimes 200 Whatsapp messages in 5 minutes from someone who expected me to be accountable to her every second of every day when she was awake and wanted me to be.

On top of like, severe social anxiety + PTSD, and being very reserved in general, I would also say I'm very time poor. I don't have much time for the friends I already have and care about. I often view myself as quite a poor friend, who is not good at starting and even worse at maintaining connections. I'm also very private. As in, I will happily tell the world I have PTSD. But I won't tell my friends in a private conversation when I'm having a bad night, and I don't give friends many opportunities to connect. Even with really close friends, this is an ongoing issue that I'm working on.

So as for befriending, that's extremely sweet of you anon, but who I am in my personal life is sometimes very different to like... the way I can respond in comments or to anons, because it's actually easier for me to talk to strangers sometimes than it is for me to talk to friends, lol. I honestly think some of the people I consider my friends don't even know that I do, because I don't really behave like one. I chat online regularly to one person only, and one other person intermittently (and they're a romantic partner) and that's it. Everyone else I chat to pretty rarely in DM. But I do turn up in the Fae Tales Discord every day.

I don't actually think lots of people want to be my friend, tbh? Not in a 'woe is me' way, but simply because I think some people do grok that kind of... polite distance or that sort of warm 'I care for a lot of people but I am also quite personally walled off' kind of way. The good news is a lot of the folks in the Fae Tales Discord also share a lot of interest in writing trauma and recovery, or have those experiences, and I know a lot of good friends have been made within the like...faedom itself. A lot of neurodivergent, trauma-focused folks have met each other through this writing, and it's really cool seeing the different friendships that have sparked up between people. There's a lot of extremely like... skilled, talented, interesting people that I've met through this job, who I admire, respect and want the best for, and am very happy to talk to.

But yeah I'm a bit difficult to befriend, anon, and that's been an ongoing thing all my life, tbh. But it did specifically get worse in fandom because of some early fandom experiences when I started out in Rise of the Guardians fanfiction.

#asks and answers #personal #pia on fanfiction #tbh the idea of writing to make friends #is very strange and even a bit offputting to me #not that other people do it like i'm happy for them if they do #but it's just so far apart from why i started #i like making connections with my writing don't get me wrong #and i love meeting different people #but fandom was never a very social experience for me #to this day i hate discussing fandom headcanons with other people #and i don't like a lot of fandom meta #i always feel like i'm in fandom #and that i contribute to fandom #but in a very satellite / outsider kind of way #that's why i find it so easy to bounce from fandom to fandom once i'm done with a fic #i'm not saying i don't make friends with people in fandom ever #i'm saying i don't really make friends *in general* #and when i do those people often have no idea they are a friend because i'm not #very connected on a regular basis

[glystenangel]

Better in Love

Bodyguard!Toji x Brat&Afab!Reader (Historical AU)

Series Summary: you're the daughter of a feudal lord, and Toji becomes your bodyguard. then, you fall in love

Chapters: 1/5

Chapter Summary: toji is hired as your bodyguard

Status: Completed

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, mentions of violence, nudity, teasing, pet names, good old fashioned tension, takes place in historical/feudal japan eraish (pls don't hold me to this, i'm sorry i just like the aesthetic)

also! inspired by this fanart bc i saw it and just...yeah

~1.9k

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

Ch. 1 - Your New Bodyguard

You were incredibly bored.

Being one of the many daughters of a high ranking lord, you could teach a class on how to zone in and out of bureaucratic meetings, but today’s affair was testing your time-honed skills. Your father had insisted you sit in on the arduous selection process for your new bodyguard. The stringy clouds did little to beat back the sun’s rays, and three yawns had already been crammed into your palm in the past thirty minutes.

“We’re here for you, my dear. Please sit up.” He chastised, sternly clicking his tongue at your slouched posture.

You straightened your back, but sent him a pointed glare with the aim of boring a hole into his head.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m not the one who was nearly kidnapped last week.”

You reluctantly bowed your head, tracing the grooves of your palm with a fingernail. Of course, he was right. Due to his status, there had been a failed attempt to snatch you from one of the handmaidens when you accompanied her to shop for vegetables in the market. Fortunately, you had been next to a knife stall and clawed at its surface in time to find hope around one of the sharp pieces of merchandise. In a flash, you sank metal far enough into the attacker’s back to force him to howl in pain and collapse. However, after the man was taken into custody by the local citizen police, they had contacted your father and you had not stepped foot outside of his land until you were summoned to sit in the sun and sift through potential bodyguards. You had insisted you were fine despite being shaken up, but your father had furrowed his brow the way he always did when he was cross and that was the end of that. You knew your father cared, but watching him question lines of burly men as they made pledges of loyalty in the courtyard wasn’t exactly your favorite way to spend the afternoon.

Every time a new man stepped forward and listed his qualifications, your father would look to you before dismissing the candidate at any frown or tenseness that overtook your face from their pitch.

“My name is…” You drowned out the introduction as you watched a yellow butterfly flit across the stone walkways.

“What do you think, my dear?” 

Your eyes snapped back to the man, and you could see his gaze indiscreetly drift to your kimono skirts. He licked his chapped lips, and a bitter taste prickled the back of your tongue.

“No.”

Your father nodded, “You may go.”

“That’s too bad. If you need a husband though, let me know.”

Cold washed over you as you tugged your robes closer and angled your legs towards your father. You were the only unmarried sibling, and the whole village never seemed to stop talking about it. It was through no lack of suitors, though you just couldn’t bring yourself to like any of them. Your family blamed it on how your father spoiled you, but he continued to indulge you all the same. You were the youngest and most headstrong, like him, so he was protective of you. 

“You may go.” He ordered more forcefully, tapping his foot.

You sighed, trying to catch sight of the gold-toned butterfly again as the last interviewee took their much appreciated leave.

You sensed your father was growing weary as well, echoing your sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose in your peripheral vision.

“Next.”

“Hey, I’m here for the bodyguard job.”

A murmur rippled through the remaining men, and you heard a few distinct grumbles and sneers.

“It’s him.”

“He does know this is a bodyguard position, right?”

“What’s he doing here?”

“What’s with his arm?”

“Forget about the arm, look at his rib.”

You turned your head back curiously, and your gaze was instantly met by a tall, muscular man with slicked dark hair and a scar slashed into the side of his mouth.

His forest green eyes bore into yours, and you swallowed upon realizing he indeed had an arm missing. His kamishimo and kimono were black and draped around his shoulders, with one side tucked over his chest and into his pants. The heavily scarred skin on his side was exposed, but he had bandages wrapped around the portion of his arm and shoulder that remained. Two swords were slung along the right side of his waist, and he didn’t seem bothered by the whispers surrounding his mangled flesh. You wondered what he had to endure to survive such a gruesome injury.

“What is your name?” 

“Fushiguro Toji.” Another wave of murmurs.

“Fushiguro Toji, the mercenary?”

“That’s correct.”

“Why would you like to be a bodyguard for my daughter?” Your father leaned forward in his seat, a twinkle in his eye.

“I could use the money.” Toji shrugged, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders back. Even through those miniscule movements, his dense muscles rippled with power. He emanated a confident aura, and you felt your heart pound from his handsomely carved features.

“How honest.” Your father seemed entertained.

“Send him home already. There’s no way he can do the job.” Someone in line yelled.

More shouts of dissent were made, and the head guard came to your father’s side.

“My lord, perhaps they’re right.” 

In a flash, Toji had his sword wielded and it clashed with the head guard’s swift defense. 

“Perhaps they’re full of shit.” 

You jumped at the sudden conflict, and the two men began fighting in earnest. They moved quickly, yet every step and dodge held a smooth grace. You observed in utter amazement as metal sliced against metal, and grunts of effort left the two swordsmen. They exchanged skillful blows, until Toji was able to disarm the head guard and point the tip of his sword at his opponent’s throat. Only mere seconds had passed.

Toji sent a firm stare back to your father, “Satisfied?”

Your father warily glanced at you, and you gave him a wide smile.

“Yes. You’re hired.”

_________________

Although Toji had initially impressed you, you quickly realized how infuriating of a person he was. He was rather crass, and he had bouts of strictness that bothered you when you wanted to deviate from your father’s schedule and leave the house. Even when you reminded him you were technically his boss, he would give you a cold look and tell you that there was 'no way in hell you were going anywhere'. He was under the impression that he had to follow your father’s instructions to the letter, and that if your rebelliousness made him lose a single cent, there would be hell to pay. He also had a tendency for sarcasm, which he used on you constantly.

“Hey princess, what’s the schedule for today? That's right, sitting your ass at home.”

“You’re gonna break something trying to get past me, doll. Relax.”

“Are you done? No, but we can talk a walk around the estate if you’d like. Oh, so you can shut up.”

“You’re right, princess. The world is ending and it’s all my fault for doing my job.”

To be fair, you were sure he resented your stubborn and constant need to go explore and discuss your unhappy thoughts at length with him. It had only been a few weeks since he had started his bodyguard duties, but you were already growing sick of each other.

“You know you don’t have to stand out there, I’ll be a while.” You called out, sighing as you sank into your hot bath.

You could vaguely make out Toji’s side profile in the brown paper of the door that separated you both.

“Not a chance. People are most vulnerable in the bath.”

“That’s perverted.” You cupped water to stream over your face.

“Just a fact, doll.”

“Would you stop calling me that?”

“Why? It’s fitting.” The grin in his voice was apparent.

“You’re only here because of my father’s insane need to keep an eye on me, don’t be clever.” You rolled your eyes, smoothing your hands over your arms and watching the steam rise off of the surface of the water.

“I’m here because you’re a fragile, hard headed idiot who never stops to think about the consequences of her position.”

“Fragile?” You smacked your hands down into the water.

“Yeah, could break you in half if I wanted to. You’re weak.”

Water aggressively splashed the stones lining your tub as you stood up and slammed the door open to Toji’s surprised expression. Steam leaked from the doorway and around your bare figure, and droplets of water cascaded down your face and body as he took in the unbridled fury in your eyes.

“I’m not weak, and you don’t scare me. No man ever will. Ask the man I stabbed.”

He only stared down at you, and you pointedly maintained your stare up into his eyes. You hardly breathed, even as the chill of the hallway made its way up your naked form. Shallow puddles dripped at your feet, and the sounds of each drop echoed around you.

Toji looked away first, storming off down the hall and leaving you in silence.

You triumphantly shut the door, returning to your bath with a content sigh.

Once you got dressed and made your way back to your room, you noticed Toji had stationed himself in front of your bedroom door.

You primly walked past him, searching for the door’s handle with your fingertips. He didn’t even spare you a glance, keeping his eyes on the opposite wall.

“Good to see you dressed.” 

“Good to see you can talk again.” You returned.

A pause fell over you both, and you pushed aside the door to step inside. Just as you set your foot past the threshold, Toji made another comment.

“Your birthmark is really cute.”

Heat immediately rushed up the back of your neck, and you scrambled into your room to hurriedly shut the door. You could see the silhouette of your bodyguard trembling with laughter.

“Goodnight, princess.” He chuckled, the deep rumble of his voice permeating the door.

“Goodnight!” You indignantly yelled back, covering your head with your blanket before tossing it off and lifting your robes to see which birthmark he was referring to.

You searched your body in the dark, laying back with a sigh when you found it too dim to see anything.

Maybe he was right, you never really thought about the consequences.

_________________

The next morning, you could see the outline of Toji still outside your door.

You tentatively slid it open, resting your hand along the door.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” He greeted, expression calm.

You hovered in the doorway momentarily, “Let’s never speak of what you witnessed last night.”

“What’s in it for me? Besides not being killed, which I believe you can do now.” Toji teased, an amused edge to his voice.

“Toji.” Your eyes flashed with warning.

He reeled back at your serious look, “Sure, but no guarantees I won’t think about it.”

You embarrassedly hit his chest, and he threw his head back with a loud laugh.

“Don’t call me ‘doll’ anymore either. It’s insulting to be called weak all the time. At least ‘princess’ is tolerable.”

“I never said that’s why I call you ‘doll’, did I?” He cocked his head, the remnants of his laughter playing across his lips in a sly smile.

“What are you talking about?” 

“It’s ‘cause you’re pretty. Like a doll.” He raised his hand to grip the door frame directly above you, his voice lowering as he regarded you with a smirk.

“Can’t be mad at that, right?”

Your cheeks inflamed immediately at the compliment, and you pushed past him.

“Stop joking around.”

He was right though, you couldn’t be mad about that.

_________________

End Notes:

:) *evil laughter as i clickity clack my keyboard*

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[thomashoes]

Thinking about.... JeanLuc

One of the few straight ships that actually makes me cry bc of the angst around them. I've been thinking about them since yesterday but I couldn't write it down cuz i fell asleep lol. Enjoy~

Modern AU

Straight ship (if you dont like, scroll pass, tnx <3)

JeanLuc

kinda longer than my usual cuz i cant control myself

probably has typos and grammatical errors since i didnt check--

Jean and Diluc are coworkers (Jean as CEO and Diluc as her PA). Diluc was supposed to be CEO but he refused the offer when his father, Crepus died and his brother, Kaeya went MIA. Everyone thought that they did not get along well since Diluc speaks bluntly and is often misinterpreted as rude while Jean, although she’s strict, has a more gentle aura around her. Both of them are pretty much the talk of the town (office??) since they are both good looking. Jean’s toned body (thanks to pilates) and Diluc’s buff structure and "mysterious" background that makes every woman (and some men) in the office swoon.

EVERYONE talks about wanting to either sleep with them or date them, there's no in between. But what the office doesn't know is that they're married and have been for 5 years. Only their close friends and family knew of their union. They didn't wear their wedding rings because it was 2 sizes small (thanks to their musician friend) so instead they wore it around their necks. Also, Jean just kept her maiden name and Diluc, although he did try to talk her out of the idea, accepted her decision.

However, one day Jean overheard Donna say that she will ask Diluc out again during the end of the year ball. Normally Jean wouldn't be surprised by this but this was DONNA and that woman keeps on bugging her husband despite him politely rejecting her multiple times.

This caused Jean to be out of it which did not go unnoticed by Diluc, so he decided to confront her about it when he handed her her 5th coffee of the day. Jean confessed to him about Donna’s plan and Diluc just told her not to worry about Donna and that he’ll handle it when it happens. And, of course, Jean trusts her man so much it's sort of amazing (absolutely ridiculous as Lisa told her).

On the night of the ball, Donna approached Diluc and asked to speak with him alone at the balcony. Jean and Diluc locked eyes before Jean discreetly waved him off as she spoke with Eula. Around 10 minutes have passed and she still hasn't spotted Diluc. So she went off to the balcony and as soon as she arrived there, Jean saw that Donna lunged forward to kiss Diluc and had sadly succeeded. Just as Jean was about to angrily march at Donna, Diluc pushed the woman away firmly.

“I already told you I’m married and you need to stop this nonsense” he enunciated firmly. “I don’t see a ring on your finger! Please Diluc, stop resisting and lying to me,” Donna desperately wailed as she gripped his arm tight. “My wife would not take this action lightly anymore if you keep this up,” Diluc, once again, remarks harshly. Donna scoffed and then smirked, “She’s not even here. What are you gonna do? FaceTime her? I know you only have like 10 contacts there and none of them are of your wife’s!”

Jean decided to step up, “Actually, she’s gonna file a harassment report to the HR and put you under investigation.” she sharply denoted as she walked towards them. Her heels tapping against the tiled floor loudly despite the party ongoing inside. “I’d love it if you back away from my husband, Donna. I have tolerated you long enough because you are an excellent worker. However, my patience for you has become too thin for my liking and this is the last straw.” jean disclosed as she crossed her arms with her chin up. Donna looked at the both of them back and forth with her mouth opening and closing, resembling a fish, before she excused herself and left the two of them alone.

Diluc smirked at his wife, “well that confrontation took you 7 years,” he teased her "A bit earlier than I anticipated." Diluc chuckled. Jean blushed and looked away, “It's because I trusted your judgement and knew you are capable of handling this kind of situation. But today…. I’ve had enough.” Diluc held her hand and kissed her knuckles, staring at her blue eyes the entire time. “Does this mean that it’s time to let the company know?”

Jean bites her lip before nodding, “I would feel better if we did, yes.” Diluc chuckled at her before tidying his suit, “I believe I deserve some sort of reward for tonight’s hard work. I had to deal with that for what felt like an hour—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Jean grabs his face and kisses him. “the audience be damned” was the last thought diluc had before kissing her back.

Because tonight, he will be giving all his attention to his wife only.

"Also, I'm beginning to wonder what name you put under my number since Donna said--"

"A-ah well..."

(T'was Dandelion Tights)

#genshin impact #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact jean #completely forgot to post this #daily brainrot #omg straight ship #jeanluc #diluc x jean #diluc ragnvindr #jean gunnhildr

[lilliumrorum]

Okay guys weed story time *a new tradition* (Every time I am in an interesting rotation or situation I will post it)

The first time I ever got high I was 14(DO NOT SMOKE UNDERAGE YALL) and my friend had invited me back to his house after we had been in a parade for AFJROTC.

Originally we were supposed to go back to get his money and then walk back to the restaurant (which was all the way across the city from his house). On the way there, I was still wearing my Combo-1 Uniform (cap included) and this important for later in this recount of events. After nearly being attacked by a dog, we made it to his house.

He told me about how he fucked his girl and got caught (my at the time bestfriend) on the couch and I remember looking at him like ???

We went back to his room to get his wallet and I instantly smelled bud. He noticed the lil smile on my face (I had smoked before but never got high) and he was like "You wanna smoke, bubbles?" (Btw this was my nickname bc of an inside joke in ROTC)

And this is how it went:

"Sure, but nothing's gonna happen. 'Never works"

A wicked grin spread across his face as he passed me a wax pen and uttered:

"Something will happen, follow my lead. If you don't feel it you're fuckin immortal."

So as I suck the life out of his cart he puts on Rammstein and blasts it on his fucking speakers, and he makes me hold the hit in for as long as I can before I cough. THEN HE WHIPS OUT A FUCKING PEACE PIPE WITH AN AXE ON IT.

"Now you're gonna hit this, trust me that pen aint shit"

I was already beginning to feel the effects of the wax, but I trusted him.

After taking 8 hits off of the pipe he had me take 5 dabs (Fuckin love dabs) and I was starting to get paranoid.

He just took a picture and laughed at me and said he was gonna send it to his gf (my best friend at the time) and then MADE ME HIT A FUCKING BONG.

After 15 more minutes of fucking around with his guitar and fumbling about, he took me to the garage with a joint (Mike Tyson knockout strain) and a pipe and we finished them both off.

"How's life right now, Lily?"

"Oh its goooooood." I giggled with a dumb-ass smile and a thumbs up.

He laughed for like a minute straight and I was bewildered bc like pls stop this is not funny I'm new to being high and I'm trying my best to breathe rn I'm breathing manually.

So he led me outside and whipped out his phone and was like "What does it look like"

I have the video if yall wanna see it but I looked terrible

"ITS SO FUCKING GREEN HOLY SHIT IT'S LIKE GTA WHEN YOU HIT FRANKLINS BONG AND THE FISHEYE CAMERA MIXED WHAT THE FUCKKKK IM TRIPPING FUCKING TESTICLES MATE."

So anyways I ended up almost getting run over two times bc I was bumbling around and my shoes were making my feet blister and he didnt make an effort to help me. After walking for four miles we finally got to the restaurant and he ordered me a wrap and bought it for me (which was really sweet) and a smoothie, but my eyes were red as shit and I needed to go to sleep so I decided to nap on the table.

There we were, still in our uniforms, but I looked higher than NASA at this point and I eventually was asked if I was alright and caught a few stares.

I ran to the bathroom bc I almost threw up.

After 15 minutes he walks in the bathroom and drags my ass out of the stall and starts fucking hollering laughing and saying shit like HAHAHA I KNEW I COULD WIN or something like that and called himself my weed demon like ?????

He barely even smoked compared to me...

My mum's name flashed on my phone and he picked it up for me and claimed I threw up at his house and I was going home (It was close to the restaurant so I would be home soon) and she was like OKAY:D and all happy bc she thought I wasn't depressed anymore since I was with a friend I guess.

After he walked me home I immediately looked down and averted eye contact with my mom and her ex and just speed walked my ass to my room with my leftovers.

I heard a quiet "I think shes high"

And just said NO. not a yell, just fuckin

NO.

and when I woke up that night I fucked up that food and smoothie and facetimed him and his gf while devouring it.

Experience rating: 7/10

Good food, Almost got killed, almost got my ass beat by my mom, guitar, good music, Indica.

@konigslittleliebling wanna share your experience with a reblog bae?

[mo-0ns]

-*Tord x GN! reader angst*-

~*A/N: I did this at 5 in the morning so somethings won’t make sense and there will be some angst so have fun (this is my first time doing angst so sorry if it’s bad!) :)*~

-^(Y/N) = Your Name^-

+’(F/S) = Favorite Show’+

Tord watched from the kitchen as you and Edd argued about which is better. (F/D) or Cola.

(~*A/N: if cola is your favorite drink then put your second favorite drink*~)

Tord has been feeling something he never thought he would feel before.

Jealous

He was jealous of how Edd made you laugh, how Edd always comforted you when you cried, how Edd loved you. Tord was scared that one fateful day you would leave him in the dirt to date Edd.

No, he was terrified.

He was terrified that you would leave him,he was terrified you loved someone else. He was terrified of the day you would leave him for that “no-good-cola-loving-drawing idiot”

However, theres one thing he never knew. You didn’t love Edd, you didn’t love Tom, you didn’t love Matt, you loved Tord. He may be an Hentai addicted gun loving human but he was your BEST friend. He helped you through your darkest times and helped you you get through them. Tord was the first friend you’ve ever made and you were thankful for that. He had been avoiding you and it hurt you. You were convinced that he didn’t like you all that well and was just pretending to.

~*Time skip to next day bc I said so*~

“Hey tord?” Y/N said out to they’re friend.

“What do you want.” Tord responded to the male coldly.

“…I just wanted to know why you’ve been avoiding me lately? You never talked to me anymore! What’s wrong?” Y/N said.

“I never talk to you so you can hang out with your bitchy boyfriend. What the fuck else does it look like you whore?” He said without thinking. The moment he realized what he said you’ve already made your way to you’re room with small tears running down your face. He ran after you screaming stuff like “Wait I Didn’t mean it!” And “I’m really sorry I wasn’t thinking!”

When he got to your room he gently opens the door.

“Hey…” tord said to the person,still sobbing, on their bed.

“Get out Tord” Y/N said refusing to look at Tord.

“I just wanted to say sorry…” Said tord.

There was nothing but silence until….

Tord heard small cries…

“Tord, I love you, I really do! You’ve helped me a lot but you always have to ruin my happiest times with the others. You yelled at Tom for letting me get drunk,you broke Matt’s mirror when he tried to do my makeup, and now calling me a whore for hanging out with Edd? And now you’re expecting me to forgive you?” You whispered-yelled at Tord. He felt even worse now

“Honestly, I’m convinced you don’t even like me…” You whispered, but just enough for Tord to hear.

Thats it. Tord’s heart sunk deep into his chest, Tears glazed his eyes, and he knew you probably hated him.

“I got mad at Tom when he let you get drunk is because you could’ve gotten hurt or worse! That was your FIRST time drinking! I got mad at Matt because the makeup could’ve had something that could make you flare up! And when I called you a whore my brain wasn’t there. I was just mad because I thought you liked Edd,I was jealous…” Tord said the last two sentences more quietly.

You got out of your bed walked up to him. Tord prepared himself for a slap on the face. Instead he got greeted by a kiss on the lips. After a minute you broke the kiss

“Tord,if you were jealous you should’ve just said so, I’ve liked you since the first time I met you!” You said to Tord while he was smiling like an idiot. Tord pulled you into a hug and put you legs on his torso as he made his way to your bed and turned on (f/s).

_~^ Extended Ending^~_

Edd,Matt, and Tom squealed on the other side of the door

“I think we did it!” Edd squealed.

Tom took a peek inside the room.

“Nope, we definitely did.” He said

“I’ll start planning the wedding!” Matt whispered-yelled.

%* I was supposed to post this 2 fucking months ago 😭💀*%

#oneshot #fanfic #eddsworld #eddsworld tord #eddsworld edd #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tom #gender nuetral reader #x reader #angst with a happy ending #idk what else to tag

[bitchinbarzal]

omg lu i had the travel day from hell yesterday. so i was driving from my college town to where i grew up with one of my best friends bc she wanted to do the road trip and see where i lived an everything. the drive usually takes 12.5-13.5 hours depending on traffic/gas and food stops/etc but it took us 16 hours!!! i had slept like crap the night before we left so i was so tired and kept having to make short 3-5 minute stops to get some caffeine or walk around quickly. then we hit this awful patch of rain where it’s coming down so hard and fast and everyone had to slow down so much. it was so scary bc i could barely see the car in front of me. then i get a text from my boss needing one of our social logins (why he didn’t already have it idk) but he ended up giving the login to a scammer accidentally and the instagram got hacked so he called me and was like “we have an emergency” so like 5 of us are trying to figure out what to do but me and one other person are driving so there wasn’t much we could do to help but they wanted me to post a statement on our other socials (which i get since i’m in charge of socials but they all knew i was driving and all of the rest of them had the passwords so why couldn’t they do it) so i had to stop for like 20 minutes to get it all sorted and posted everywhere and then we get back on the road and hit another patch of bad rain and it was just such a long day. oh on top of all that i got my period (which is two weeks late) while i was in the car so now my one week of vacation for the entire summer is off to a rocky start

well congratulations you’re not pregnant for a start!

secondly, if it started bad it can only get better

[scholarhect]

ok post show thoughts:

waterparks were really good i could not believe that was their first ever arena show. they were great. also i now have a video of an unreleased song of theirs which is :-) cool

saw one girlofswords shirt (i’m not a boy but my girlfriend is), one sweatermuppet shirt (maybe if you pray to god he will forgive you for being cisgender). lots of cute outfits & cute references to various things, obviously i can’t list them all. but i did see a “pool boy at the vampire mansion” shirt, along with their friend who had a matching shirt that said “mystery shirt”. love it, love the hustle, keep up the good work. also there was a couple where one of them had a shirt with just the man from the revenge cover, & the other one had a matching shirt with the woman. which i adored

arrived, got in the very long line, was told “this is just the merch line if you want to go inside you can just go in”, thought “oh that’s ok we want to hit the merch line asap anyway”, stayed in line. turns out it was a mini merch stand with like half the stock. we found this out when we were like 3 people from the front of the line. when it was our turn we couldn’t even get the tour shirt in a large or medium. so then we went inside and went to a big merch stand and stood another 45 minutes and honestly thank god the timings of the show were wonky & it didn’t start until 8 because we were in our seats maybe 5 minutes before. but we fucking did it

also by the time we got to the front of the real merch line they were out of mystery shirts. i hope u all enjoy them. made life easier for me too bc i was really considering it but i was already spending like $110 on merch without it (boy zone shirt, tour shirt, tote bag. absolutely necessary purchases)

i could see the stage but it was dark it was kind of hard to pick everything out. i can almost see better in my videos

i took a 4 minute long video of the static before the show, which i ended up regretting when i ran out of storage during vampires lol

i wanted to sing along to foundations but nobody around me was singing and i was shy… and then they played i’m not ok & everybody in the place was singing and i wasn’t shy about it anymore (bc even if they weren’t singing to one song they probably would be if they liked it more and it’s not my fault!! i like all of them!)

i fucking shrieked, by like halfway through my vocal range was . not good. it kept cracking 😭

also tried to stand up a couple times but the people behind me were sitting and it was just uncomfortable and i didn’t want to block them. mezzanine moment

i didn’t know the drum said manhunt until i got on twitter after the show. i tried to figure it out but i couldn’t get a good look, i thought it said AHHHHH

i missed like half of whatever gerard was saying it was so hard to hear from back there 😭😭 i DID hear about his legs being slippery though. love that for him

also at first i was like “damn no fun gerard outfit today… that’s fine 😔” & then i realized they were sopping wet. love wins <3

also i think the mic kept cutting out lmao i would like see him singing and didn’t hear anything

when i was omw to the show i heard on twitter that the roof was leaking. don’t know if that’s true. i do know that lined-up crowd took some Ls today sorry gang

i don’t really get why you’d line up for a concert, if you show up 5 minutes after doors there’s no line at all. ALTHOUGH i did spend about an hour and a half total in merch lines today so maybe i’m the idiot here. but like what else are you doing before the show anyway. but then i guess it’s different if you’re pit

so many songs had their little intros and people would scream when the song finally started but i already knew it was coming because i had seen it online before. like destroya w the “i am not god. you are not god” or whatever, & flw with you are my sunshine. or helena with the AHs. kind of embarrassing (stan behavior 😔) but i’m having fun so it’s fine

ok i have nothing else to say also my head hurts also i have to get up kind of early tomorrow. gg

holy shit this is so long i’m so sorry

ps: if anybody’s got any clips of anything cool that happened on stage feel free to send them my way, i didn’t see shit. i saw gerard on his knees sometimes but that was it. love you goodnight

#post tag #mcr #mcralbany

[lam-ila]

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#5

Three Days || Matthew Tkachuk

Summary: A call with Matthew after game three of Calgary’s first round in the 2022 Stanley Cup Playoffs

Word Count: 420

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a/n: this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

The game was tough. Calgary lost 4-2 against the Stars and now were loosing the series 2-1. It was a rough game, the Flames and Stars added up 45 penalties and 124 penalty minutes in the first three games of the series. Matthew came out of the game with an assist and a bloodied hand.

About an hour or so after the game ended, you got a text from Matthew saying that he was ready to call you. You ran over to your shared room and called him as fast as you could. It took a couple rings for Matthew to pick up, but once his face popped up on the screen, you couldn’t help but smile.

Matthew greeted you with a wave- with his hand that was hurt during the game- and winced. Your smile dropped and you went into doctor mode.

“Matthew did you take medicine?” You questioned. 

He looked up in thought before answering “Yeah, I was given Advil when I went to the locker room.”

“How much does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt too much.” He looked around the room he was in to avoid your concerned look. You knew Matthew too well to believe that what he said was true and remembered his wince when he waved to you. 

“Matthew,” you called his name calmly. “You can talk to me.” 

“I know.” He looked back at you and took a deep breath before confessing the truth. “It hurts. A lot more than I’d like to admit.” You opened your mouth to say something, but Matthew cut you off. “I wish it was a home game. I’d do anything to be in your arms right now.” 

“Oh love, I wish you were in my arms too.” You watched him softly smile as you calculated how long it would be until he was home. “Three more days until you’re home.”

“Call your boss, you are not going to work.” 

“Matthew, I can’t-”

“Please?” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I’ll try to see if someone can cover my shift on Tuesday. One day off can’t hurt.” You looked at your screen, seeing Matthew fighting to stay awake. “You look tired, go to sleep.”

“But I want to talk to you. How was your day?”

“We’ll call tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright. I love you”

“I love you too.” The call ended and you looked at your phone background, a picture of you and Matthew when you surprised him at an away game. “I’ll see you in three days.”

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126 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#4

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[image description: a screenshot of a tweet that reads “1/3 of Pakistan is currently underwater. The nation is facing far more than a national emergency, but a human catastrophe. If Pakistan were in Europe or North America - the whole world would be galvanized to help the 40 million facing death, disease, and disasters. /end ID]

152 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#3

Understand || Steve Rogers

i used the prompt “you've been in a fight, your lover has already gone to bed, without resolving it, but you still whisper 'i love you’ before crawling into bed, because it's something you always do before going to sleep, and this fight doesn't change anything bonus: your lover isn't actually asleep, and pulls you into their arms” from this prompt list. changed it a little but that’s okay

Summary: You and Steve got in a fight while making dinner

Word count: 995

Read time: 3 minutes and 38 seconds

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Warnings: an argument, Steve’s kind of an ass

a/n: this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

thank you @2manytabsopen for talking with me about this fic. kesh is amazing and this fic would not exist if it wasn’t for her

Dating an Avenger was difficult, but dating an Avenger who’s name was Steven Grant Rogers was way more difficult than dating any other Avenger. You loved Steve for many reasons, he was headstrong, determined, and he stood up for the things he believed to be true- even if standing up for it was illegal.

Since the beginning of your relationship with Steve, you both agreed that you would be open about whatever was on your minds, but after the fight with Ultron, Steve began to shut you out. You gave Steve some space for a few days after he came back from Sokovia since he normally was more distant after a big fight, but he continued to be distant. He was barely home, only staying to quietly eat and sleep. You did whatever you could do make him relax, mostly by cooking whatever he was in the mood for. 

You kept this up for about a year, cooking, cleaning, and hardly talking to your boyfriend. After Rumlow blew himself up and Wanda deflected the blow into a nearby building, everything started to spiral out of control. The UN was preparing to pass the Sokovia Accords- which Steve was not wanting to sign-, the Avengers split up, Peggy passed away, all while Steve was trying to bring his best friend back from being brainwashed. 

Steve was surprisingly home and spending time with you, cleaning up and washing the dishes while you cooked dinner. You were making grilled salmon, something you had made plenty of times before. There were no words being spoking between you two, the only exception being “excuse me” and “here you go”. Usually, cooking with Steve was fun and relaxing, but you had a million thoughts going through your head at once. You were worried about Steve, and your relationship with him. You didn’t want to admit it, but your relationship was deteriorating right before your eyes. 

“You’re doing that wrong.” Steve said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, giving him a questioning look. “You need to add at least double the amount of pepper.” Glancing down to the bowl that held your spice mix, you re-assessed how much pepper you put in.

“No, I put in the right amount.” You corrected. “Don’t worry, I’ve made this dish thousands of times, I know how many spices to put in.”

“But that’s not the right-” Steve scoffed, cutting himself off. “Fine, I guess we’ll have bland salmon.”

“I put in one and a half teaspoons and that’s what the recipe says. If you want, you can check the recipe.” You reasoned. You studied his faces worriedly as he angrily glared at the spice mix. “Steve, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He harshly answered. “Why would something be wrong?” You hesitantly walked over to him, placing your hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

“You’ve just been,” you paused, carefully thinking of the proper word to use. “distant.”

“Distant?” He pulled out of your comforting touch. “Of course I’ve been distant. My life is literally shattering before me.”

“Steve-”

“People are expecting me to do what’s right, but I don’t think signing the Accords is ‘what’s right’. I’m expected to be this perfect man, this perfect hero, but I’m not. I’m held up to unrealistic expectations and it’s taking a toll on me.”

“How can you say that?” You retorted, disbelief completely present in your voice.

“What?”

“How can you say that,” you repeated. “while you expect me to be the perfect partner.”

“What do you mean?”

“You expect me to cook, and clean, and comfort you, and say the right things at the right time.” You listed. “I know it’s cliché, but I need you to realize that no one is perfect. You don’t need to hold yourself and those around you to such high expectations.”

“But I need to be perfect. So does Tony, and Nat, and Sam, and everyone else. We’ve had to be perfect since the day we became the heros.”

“No.” you sighed. “You don’t have to be perfect.”

“You don’t understand.”

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171 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#2

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2,053 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

There are over 33 million people affected by floods in Pakistan with at least 1000 people killed and over 180,000 people displaced. Please, if you are able to, donate to help and if you’re not able to donate, please reblog this.

https://islamic-relief.org/appeals/pakistan-floods-appeal/ (Has a lot of information about the floods and is also a trusted place you can donate to)

12,452 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

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[foxstens]

yea... blasphemous gets hard

it has an ng+ plus mode which gives you access to new bosses, i think an entire area, and also the true ending of the game, but also gives enemies more health, and you can choose from three options to make the game even harder. you can do it without any of them but each has a reward. and yea, ng+ basically means you replay the game but you retain all of the abilities skills and powerups you got previously, you’ll just be missing all the collectibles, currency, health and energy upgrades, and of course you have to discover each area and fight each boss all over again.

i’ve been doing this with one of the difficulty options that transforms your health bar into health orbs and halves the damage of your sword, it hasn’t been too bad, getting around and making progress takes a lot less time bc i know what the heck im doing, and everything does one orb of damage which is mostly a good thing. but i only get like 9 life orbs total and the flasks which previously refilled most of my health, now refill one orb instantly and then all the other ones over time. kind of like hiveblood i guess. which is really good in the overworld when you can just chill until your health refills but really freaking hard during boss fights jesus christ. like beating the three sisters platforming boss took me like three times as many tries as on my first fucking playthrough what the fuck

and it’s even harder now that i’m in the late-game like my fully-upgraded sword only does half damage and the enemies have so much health and one particular mini-boss is so fucking difficult for me i had to find a way to get around it so i don’t have to grind until i manage to kill it somehow. and now i’m in the prison area which i really liked on my first playthrough, i like its design, the enemies weren’t too bad and it has one of my favourite bosses, but this time around i am strugglinggggggg. there’s one enemy that just kind of screams and charges at you, they take like 5 hits to die now and that should be fine except that hitting them doesn’t stop their charge so you gotta dodge first then hit and then do it all over again, but it’s very easy to get stun-locked because they attack faster than you can get up from getting knocked over. so i entered this area five minutes ago and i’ve already died twice eh.

i’ve also tried two of the bosses required for the true ending that i never beat in my first playthrough, one of them is really cool, very much a dance kind of fight, really reminds me of troupe master grimm as far as the structure of the fight and even the overall vibe, i got close to beating her a few times but then quit bc i got tired. 

the other one however, is in a very weird area, it’s a small area that has nothing interesting in it, one boss one collectible and extremely, extremely tanky enemies. the boss itself is kinda cool, visually it looks pretty different from other bosses i’ve come across and its attacks are all very easy to avoid, but it’s just. its health is obnoxious.

with my sword damage nerfed of course everything takes longer to die even if i abuse spells as much as possible, and that’s fine, i knew that going in, BUT THIS GUY IS FREAKING ABSURD. USUALLY WHEN I HIT A BOSS WITH MY SWORD I CAN SEE A BIT OF THEIR HEALTHBAR DISAPPEAR, THAT’S HOW ATTACKS WORK, BUT WITH THIS GUY IT TAKES LIKE 5 SWORD HITS FOR ONE TINY FRACTION OF ITS HEALTH TO GO AWAY. EVEN MY COMBO FINISHERS THAT DO 3 TIMES THE NORMAL SWORD DAMAGE AND EVEN MY POWERED UP SPELLS THAT DO 200% MORE DAMAGE BARELY SCRATCH IT WHAT THE HECK

and it’s so easy like in my first try i got well into its second phase before i died but holy fuck it takes so long. it takes so fucking long it’s so annoying. i do not understand this design decision, no other boss i’ve fought takes even a third the amount of time this fight goes on. i mean there’s like 4 or so bosses i haven’t fought yet but i don’t think they would have this much health. at least i hope not. i mean i’d like to finish this playthrough sometime this century maybe. 

still having fun tho, am excited for everything i haven’t done yet and i’m also going to have to try some of the other difficulty options, though i might not end up going through the entire game with them. but even if i don’t i do want to do another full playthrough on normal mode bc you need to select an existing save file to access the boss rush and the difficulty on that save file carries over so... yeah.

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[lord-sc]

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