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marwolaeth-76 · 5 months

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UH I have no idea how this works but uh can you make a velvet x fem reader like enemies to lovers type of way…?

(Im sorry like I have no ideas I’m literally having brain farts right now)

- And it’s totally fine if you don’t write this🙏 -

Heoo!! thank you for your request and thank you for waiting, I changed the plot a little, I hope you like it🩷

Velvet x !femReader from hate to love

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Velvet smirked as she looked across the stage at you during the award show. As usual, you were dressed to the nines and looking as flawless as ever, though no one could hold a candle to her in her opinion. You had been nipping at her heels in the music charts for months now, your star quickly rising. Where once you would have been thrilled to be in the same room as the legendary Velvet, now you saw her as a threat, an obstacle standing in the way of your rightful place at the top. The rivalry between you was the talk of the gossip sites and tabloids. During Velvet's acceptance speech for Song of the Year, she made sure to throw a subtle dig your way, knowing it would push your buttons. Your face remained impassive but inside you seethed. Two could play at that game. When it was your turn to accept your award for Best Pop Album later in the show, you made an equally sly remark about how people were "starting to recognize real talent." The glare Velvet shot you could have melted steel. After the show, you found yourself cornered in the back hallway by an irate mount rageous. "You think you can challenge me, poppet? I've been on top for years and I'm not giving up my throne without a fight" , -she snarled in your face. You met her gaze steadily, refusing to back down. "Bring it on, Velvet. I'm not afraid of you." An idea suddenly came to you. "How about we make this more...interesting. A friendly wager. If I outsell you on this next album cycle, you will need to admit to everyone that this is not your talent" Velvet considered the proposal, a smirk curling her dark purple lips. "I'm in, darling. But when I win, I promise I'll make you rue the day you ever thought you could beat me." She held out a hand for you to shake on the deal. You grasped it firmly, already planning your comeback. The game was afoot. May the best pop diva win.

As a result of your little “battle,” Velvet’s popularity gains, The twins have sold more albums than you. You lose.. But to your great surprise, Velvet did not put forward her victorious demands, it seems that just your face was enough for her to enjoy the taste of your defeat. And now, a couple of months have passed. Velvet lets out an irritated sigh as she bumps into someone, stepping back to see who had disrupted her walk down the red carpet. "Watch where you're-" she starts to snap, before realizing who it is. "Oh, it's you." You're standing there, looking annoyed, you are still ashamed of your defeat. "Velvet", you greet coolly. She sweeps her gaze up and down you dismissively. "I see the loser is still trying to steal my spotlight. You'll never be as talented or famous as me." A smirk tugs at her lips, enjoying the way your eyes flash angrily. "At least I don't have to sink so low as kidnapping to get attention" , you retort. Velvet's smirk widens. "Oh please, like you wouldn't if you thought it would help. But we both know you'll never have what it takes to be number one." You open your mouth to fire back, but pause as Velvet steps closer, her voice dropping lower. "But maybe, if you're very nice to me... I could put in a good word with the fans. Lend you some of my talent, just for a little while." Her eyes rake slowly over you in a way that makes your cheeks heat. An outraged remark sits on the tip of your tongue, but Velvet continues before you can speak. "Think about it, darling. We could be quite the team, if you'd stop fighting me. I'll be waiting to hear your answer." With a flick of her hair, she sweeps past you down the carpet, leaving you in a slight stupor and embarrassment in your throat, amongst the flashing lights.

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PS. this is more likely the beginning of the development of a love relationship, not exactly what the request was about☠️

#velvet x reader #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #trolls 1 #trolls 2 #fluff #trolls velvet

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444rockstargf · 2 months

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OH MY GOD I'M NOT SURE IF U STILL WANT CLYDE REQUESTS BUTBUTBUT!!

like, reader is a part of the little group(?) thinnggg nd reader n clyde kind oofffff don't like each other?? for some reason?? nd it's like enemies to lover's but not cuz it just ends in hate sex but not exactly HATE sex, hrmmnnrmrm.

i don't think this work's with clyde but it could maybe work with charlie toooo maybe?, anyways bye bye!! :3

ahhh! i've never gotten smth like this before im so excited!!

"the bad girl next door." | clyde

dangerous girl. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly@imoonkiss @lankysimp@nom-nommmm1@xxbl00d-cl0txx@k1ll3rh0rr0r@wildathevrt@mommymilkers0526

reader x clyde

word count: 1.5k

contents: enemies to lovers, public sex, protected p in v

“hey! watch it!” clyde yelled as the club’s bouncer picked him up and threw him onto the pavement outside of the establishment, another bouncer trailing behind, carrying you and throwing you right on top of him.

“fuck you!” you shouted out as the two large men walked back into the club, slamming the doors with more defiance than necessary. you heard a low groan underneath you, along with his compressed voice. “get off me, bitch.” he muttered. your eyes narrowed and you pushed his head into the rough gravel. “that’s no way to speak to me, druggie.”

he flipped himself over, shoving you off of him and standing up as he dusted himself off. i put his hands on his hips and chewed on his lower lip, looking up at the building in front of him. you got to your feet too, shoving past him and going straight for the door.

he grabbed you by the wrist, his cold gaze making you freeze. “where the hell do you think you’re going? you just got kicked out, genius. you can’t just walk back in there like you own the place.” you rolled your eyes, snatching your wrist out of his grip. “wrong, asshole.” you opened the door, strutting right back inside the club like nothing happened, and that made clyde’s blood boil.

he hated the way you walked over everyone like you ran the town. in his eyes, you were just some entitled brat who was born with a silver spoon in your mouth. it was unusual for him to detest anyone as much as he did you, but what could you say? you were special. and besides, you didn’t like him either. he was brought up by a wealthy family and he threw it all away to pursue a life of freedom and all that other bullshit. you would’ve killed to have a life like his and he didn’t even want it. now that got under your skin.

you waltzed back into the club, sitting down at a stool with the rest of your friends, but the tension thickened as clyde walked up right behind you, sitting a few seats away from you, a raging fire burning in his eyes. for such a “chill” guy, you had no idea how you got him so riled up without even trying.

he flipped you off, ticking you off once again. you stood up, preparing to give you a piece of you mind for the umpteenth time that night until a waiter holding a tray of champagne came out of no where and knocked into you, causing more commotion than you thought was necessary. but it was so damn embarrassing, and you could’ve sworn you heard clyde laugh.

and that’s how you ended up here, in the club’s kitchen washing dishes as punishment for all the trouble you caused. and to make matter’s worse, clyde was there too. since he’d already been kicked out, the owner believed that it would be more than appropriate to have two young delinquents wash dishes during rush hour. and it was all clyde’s fault.

“you missed a spot.” he remarked snidely. you shot him a glare as you scrubbed on a wine glass. like the whore he was, he had stripped down to his tank top, revealing biceps that were more defined than you would ever expect. you looked away from him, trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with him. you aggressively tried to wash a stain off of the glass, but it wouldn’t budge.

clyde saw you struggling and snuck up behind you, snaking his arms underneath yours and washing the glass with much more care. “you do it like this, you animal.”

you snatched it back from him, placing it on the drying rack and speaking lowly.“you should seriously just leave me alone. i swear it’s like you’re obsessed with me or something.” clyde sneered. “and you should adjust that bra.” your cheeks immediately flushed as you looked down, your tank top having slipped low enough to reveal an unholy amount of cleavage.

you swallowed hard, pulling up your top a little, making your tits bounce slightly. your face burned with a strange attraction bubbling in your gut. clyde leaned on the counter, picking at his fingernails. seeing him in this light was strange. his usually drunk-looking eyes seemed so much livelier. his hair didn’t look as greasy and he had the appearance of effortless attractiveness that most men strived for.

you were never able to deny the “crush” you’d had on him, but you could mask how you went about showing it. so all you could do was long for the day he would pick up on your painfully obvious signs.

“fuckin’ perv…” you muttered under your breath. clyde didn’t say anything to that, but he got up real close to you, making you back away until you were against the cold marble wall. his eyes narrowed, the sexual tension between you two growing to an almost unbearable point.

“i’m a lot of things you fucking brat,” he stuck his pointer finger into your face, “but i will not take such a nasty attitude from a horny bitch like you.” that had done it. your body began to tremble from his condescending stare, and you couldn’t hold yourself back for another second.

you pressed your lips into his, kissing him so hard that his heart nearly stopped. he let out a deep groan from the contact, his hands immediately finding your waist and gripping it firmly. he picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his waist as he set you on the counter, frantically undoing his belt without moving his lips from yours for even a second.

in a matter of seconds, his erect cock sprung out of his pants, slapping your inner thigh and making you shiver. he pulled away from the kiss, panting as he desperately went to remove your shirt. he’d been dying to see your knockers for a long time now, and nothing was holding him back anymore.

he unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the ground and admiring the sight before him. this whole thing would be sweet if his other hand wasn’t digging into your ass, surely drawing blood. but you didn’t care. he spread your legs apart, slipping your panties to the side before spitting on his fingers and roughly shoving them into your tight hole, making a loud moan erupt from your core.

he fingered you with one hand, using the other to whip out a condom from the depths of his pocket and tearing it open with his teeth, turning you on a lot more than that simple action should’ve.

he teased your hole a little more, your sweet, gentle noises softening his heart as he rolled on the condom. he pulled his fingers out of you, looking you deeply in the eyes. “alright, i’m gonna fuck you now, okay? if you feel like chickening out, whine or something like you always do.” he smirked a little before pumping his cock a few times, pushing it in.

you screamed out as he slowly took you inch by inch, your arms wrapping around his neck. there was nothing slow and steady about this. it was heated and rough, his nails digging into your thigh as he began pounding into you, abusing your already-sore little hole.

you put your head in the crook of his neck, biting his shoulder blade as you felt his dick rearranging your guts. you were holding back tears. you had always given him the impression that you could take any dick, no matter the size. but you were quickly doubting your own capabilities.

he rolled his hips into yours, making your irises flip to the back of your head from the ecstatic feeling. he explored your tight, gummy walls, letting out raspy groans as he picked up the pace.

the sound of skin slapping together filled the room, the noise echoing off the polished walls as the screams and cheers from the main club got louder. you couldn’t believe you were doing this, getting your hole banged by the very man you couldn’t stand to be around for more than 2 minutes.

his thumbs reached for your puffy clit, rubbing quick circles onto it and using your cum as lubricant. your screamed, tossing your head back as he brought his lips to your tits and started swirling his tongue around your hard nipples. you were about 2 seconds over the edge, but you didn’t want to seem like a total virgin. however, your stamina ran short as you sobbed out, “c-clyde, i’m so clo-” you were cut off by a whimper that surely tore through the walls of the kitchen. your head fell back, and you felt the condom inside you swell as he filled it up with his hot, sticky cum.

he panted like a starved dog, leaning against the wall for support as he slipped off the condom, tucking his softening dick back into his pants. he caught a glimpse of you pouting as he put it away, so he threw the full condom at you, it landing right on your nose. you swatted it off, laughing as you slapped him on the chest. “fuck you, you dick.” he lightly shoved you away from him, grinning. “gladly.”

author's note: my fics have been way too long lately smh.

#444rockstargf #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #smut #clyde rory culkin #clyde electrick children #rory culkin clyde #electrick children clyde #lana del rey

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ask-turnedtechgodhead · 3 months

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this thing on

fuck yes aight check this shit out-

DAVE, I'VE BEGRUDGINGLY COME TO UNDERSTAND THAT STANDING IN A CORNER ALONE SPEWING THE TYPE OF NONSENSICAL BABBLE ONE MIGHT EXPECT FROM A WRIGGLER IS WHAT PASSES FOR ENTERTAINMENT IN YOUR EMPTY THINK PAN.

I'VE EVEN BEGUN TO APPRECIATE IT, IF ONLY BECAUSE WE NEEDED *SOMETHING* TO FILL THE AGONISINGLY LONG SWEEP WE WERE STUCK ON THAT OTHERWISE SILENT AND YET SOMEHOW JUST AS MISERABLE FUCKING ROCK HURTLING THROUGH SPACE TOWARDS CERTAIN DEATH. BUT WHAT IN THE EVER-LOVING SHIT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH THAT BULBOUS FUCKING OVERGROWTH JAMMED AGAINST YOUR RIDICULOUS EYEWEAR?

damn man i thought we covered this in our human tech 101 lessons. its a camera- I KNOW ITS A CAMERA. I WAS TRYING TO LOWER MYSELF TO YOUR LEVEL SO THAT MAYBE YOU WOULD DECIDE TO GRACE ME WITH YOUR ATTENTION AND ACTUALLY LISTEN TO WHAT I HAD TO SAY. try harder SHUT UP. AND ANSWER THE QUESTION. how the hell am i supposed to answer the question if im shutting up? cant have it both ways bro. cant just have your cake and eat it too you either eat that bitch or shut your mouth forever and starve to death- HOLY SHIT WE BOTH KNOW YOU AREN'T GOING TO SHUT UP EITHER WAY. COULD YOU AT LEAST DO ME THE MERCY OF TELLING ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING BEFORE I DROWN IN THE PUTRID STREAM OF BULLSHIT CASCADING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?

documentary CARE TO EXPAND UPON THAT? OR AM I NOT WORTHY ENOUGH TO GET MORE THAN ONE WORD OUT OF YOU? SHOULD I BE PROSTRATING BEFORE YOU THANKING YOU FOR DEIGNING TO GRACE ME WITH ONE WORD FROM YOUR TIGHT ASS LIPS? 'DOCUMENTARY'. TRULY A HOLY WORD. RELIGIONS WILL FORM AROUND THIS ONE WORD, DAVE. HOLY BOOKS WILL BE WRITTEN ABOUT THOSE ELEVEN LETTERS. TODAY WILL BE CELEBRATED NOT AS THE DAY WE CREATED A NEW UNIVERSE, NO- TODAY WILL BE FOREVER MARKED AS THE DAY DAVE FUCKING STRIDER SAID 'DOCUMENTARY'-

AND GET THAT FUCKING THING OUT OF MY FACE YOU NOOKWHIFFER

holy shit check it out im being censored already

karkat do you support censorship

is this what this is karkat

is this where we find out that this entire session has been your master plan to create a new world for you to go stalin on its ass

because dude im so down to create some propaganda for supreme leader vantases glorious reign

just let me finish this shit first cmon man

HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO AGREE TO THAT WHEN I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT 'THIS SHIT' IS?

i told you man

IF YOU SAY DOCUMENTARY I SWEAR-

documentary

about the creation of the new universe

no big deal or nothing just thought it could be mildly interesting to get on camera

idk ill probably tape over it later for some shitty sitcom rerun

do you think theyll have the simpsons on the new planet

god i hope they do

AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT IS.

troll the simpsons

YOU CAN'T JUST PUT 'TROLL' IN FRONT OF SOME PANDEAD EARTH THING AND EXPECT ME TO KNOW WHAT IT IS AND HONESTLY, I'M DOWNRIGHT FUCKING INSULTED THAT YOU'D THINK THAT ALTERNIA HAD ANYTHING EVEN REMOTELY COMPARABLE TO YOUR EYEGOUGING EXCUSES FOR 'MEDIA'. MY PLANET ACTUALLY HAD STANDARDS, UNLIKE YOUR MISERABLE PILE OF DIRT.

says the guy that was responsible for that pile of dirt

and didnt even record its creation

imagine being an absent father to a whole universe karkat. what the fuck man

thank god im here to break the cycle of abuse

OH, I'M SORRY I COULDN'T RECORD YOUR WASTE OF SPACE PLANET BEING CREATED - I WAS TOO BUSY NEARLY GETTING MURDERED BY THE MURDERBEAST *YOU*-

oh shit idiot shuts up now

thats you youre the idiot

STRIDER I SWEAR TO FUCK

dude seriously shut up

hes doing it man

hes making it hapen

#turntechgodhead #homestuck #dave strider

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anawrites3 · 7 months

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Ana seeing as Ive just finished reading the Captive Prince trilogy, Im iching for a sladick AU with a similar premise.

In the books they mention that slaves/pets are trained to take cock well before they lose their virginity.

If Dick was given to Slade (not a Prince, maybe a member of nobility? A slave trainer? Whatever role you like)...

Ahh that's great! I havent read it yet because I just cant put my hands on it, it's so expensive here :( and I dont think any libraries nearby have it haha

But I'm always all in for some slave/master dynamics 😏💕 so have a little story, I hope it's what you were thinking about!

Dick breathed out slowly in an attempt to calm down even just slightly, and his breath shook almost as badly as his hands did when he was shading his robe. Lord Slade Wilson, the man that was his master now, was sitting comfortably on the settee in front of him, watching Dick like a predator watches its prey. He was sprawled on the soft cushions with his legs spread comfortably, his pants untied and lowered just enough to uncover his erected cock.

The thin material of Dick's robe pooled around his feet and for a moment he allowed himself to just stand there, letting Slade's hungry gaze wander around his body. It's not like it was covering much in the first place but without it Dick suddenly felt much more vulnerable.

"Do you know what to do, boy?" Slade drawled in a low voice.

With those few words, he interrupted the silence that wasn't exactly comforting but still made the whole situation feel more surreal. As if it was just a distant dream or, more precisely, a nightmare. A few words, that's all it took Slade to made everything feel so much more real for Dick.

Dick shouldn't even be there. He was a prince, even after being betrayed and sold, even after being bought by men that "trained" pleasure slaves and... and after being forced to go through said training himself- he still was a prince of Gotham, the first son of king Bruce Wayne. He shouldn't be there, gifted to lord Wilson to be his slave and do everything the man wanted.

Still, what left his mouth was, "Yes, master."

Slade kept watching him. Dick looked back, his heart pounding against his ribcage, painfully aware of every inch of his naked body, still bruised from the last time his trainers punished him.

The man patted wordlessly at his thighs and Dick stepped closer, close enough to put his hands on Slade's shoulders and take a seat on his lap. Slade's hands seemed to be scorching hot when they found their place on Dick's waist and for a moment Dick was sure that they would leave marks on his skin with barely any touch. But no - it was just Dick who was cold, still not used to this realm's weather.

Slade traced his hipbone with his thumb.

"They told me no one touched you before." He mused. "Is that true?"

Dick lowered his gaze. He wet his lips with his tongue, hating how nervous he still got while talking about it after everything he already went through.

"Yes, master. I'm fully yours."

Slade's fingers dug into his skin as Dick got pulled closer to the man, so close that their chests were pressed together, Slade's cock rubbing against his stomach.

"But you still know what to do." Slade said, more a statement than a question.

Dick swallowed, "I've been trained well."

The settee whispered when Slade leaned back against it more comfortably. He continued watching Dick's every reaction, his every move. It wasn't how Dick imagined a lover would ever look at him.

But that was before. Now he was just a pleasure slave, property of his master.

"Show me then, little bird." Slade purred out, the corner of his lips twitching up in a smirk. "Let's see how good you are."

#aandd that's it!#you've been cockblocked youre welcome 🥰#okay no but to be more serious i really liked writing it!#thank you for the lovely prompt love!!#also its no beta wrote in one sitting so i hope its not too bad #my writing #sladick #my reply #slave Dick #Barks #cieldelarose #spicy #Ana's spicy writing #yea im making it a tag

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madfantasy · 2 months

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Dear blogging

Wish you peace, always. Considering all, it been extra rough. My guardians were sick, and my fragile of a stability was about to break— but it okay now, and the pendulum of consciousness returned swaying in my head.

Somehow in the middle of everything, I was starting to feel okay and accept that this is the best it can get for this non verbal Mani. I honestly I stopped living as if there was tomorrow maybe the majority of 2023, zero drive or hopefulness, and lately started to accept that there's no denying that I'm not made to survive this life, and dropped all pretence that I'm able, set a 5 years counter. Because if mere looking at people's faces distress me so much that I blank out &/or go mute, since childhood, no amount of me forcing myself to watch videos/ pictures over and over can fix that. That's simply how I'm made and I know that now, and in a way it's bringing me peace.

Because I thought I'm bratting when I wore my headphones to cancel out noise that were literally going to drive me insane, or when I couldn't respond to messages knowing that I can articulate deeply in writing but ignoring all the endless times when I simply couldn't, and have forced myself to eat many things that set me days in nausea and abdominal pain while I only enjoy liquids more and get high off of fruits, I love them so much half my OCs are named after some.. and drew.. drew even before I spoke because it was my only outlit to express because how much I'm told I'm like a robot, I'm so expressionless and non reactive and disgustingly literal, even when they actively beat me black Nd blue to stop drawing, I couldn't.. where do you free those emotions when U can, i needed emotion displays and heartfelt trimmers, thrilling or killing, I needed to do them as if my life depended on it, and I haven't realised it back then, but my life was dependent on them, even when I had 'no talent ' , as I have always been told.

(commissioned by precious Julia ♥️🖤)

And besides drawing my needs, I actually, physically, started to feel better when I didn't do what my body said it literally can't do, all my life:

-Walked away from my guardians arguments, my chest stabbing pains became less frequent.

Stopped "practicing" my voice &/or facial expressions, I talk for 2 minutes, immediately my whole face muscles hurt, voice is cracking and gone, I don't feel like my eyebrows hurt as much. I'm okay being the monotone no expresso train c:

-stopped eating what I "don't like" (I mean it's not like I have much choice, but stopped feeling guilty over refusing it cuz food be tight) Nd now I can actually drink more water, and my tummy aches are on lower levels now

-i stopped dealing with Discord, or group chats in general cuz I don't expect accommodation over things I can't deal with. Stopped stressing over doing engaging material that no body seems to care about, cuz I'm not a good judge of demand, or stressing over either I should be thanking everyone who spams me with likes or not, (while I appreciate it to the moon) 90% of the time they don't respond Nd Im forced to think like I've done something wrong. I'm now at more ease with posting — (literally I have to fight the urges to delete my socials daily) just with interacting with who addresses me (I lov U guys sm) and I've been more relaxed from it.

I returned to "speaking in riddles" cuz if I don't use the words my brain spews no matter how weird they R, a tire will pop somewhere on the other side of an AU- idk lo'

-i rock, hum and laugh OUT my maniacal laugh, hard and strong, continued loving and talking to my plushies as I used to do, the easiest thing I could do to feel calmer again. As everyone should do

.. I stopped saying the word sorry. It's a naughty Mani era.

Accepting these facts and many, even with having no will to live had me saner than I ever been, at least I hope so.

I just know that I have a few to be grateful of: that I'm still here somehow, even with my dwindling income, Nd my internet not worth costing 120$± I'm always grateful for the sudden one or two commissions that keeps me here and buys me coffee and pumpkins seeds..

I still struggle horrindously with sleep. But I'm grateful at least I'm at pure ease playing games. Games been my go to media for knowing basically all based on books they were made about, like Severus and Tintin, I still play their ps1 games! Tho I got stuck on this game & their sleep has given me so much ease lo

I'm at my happy place rn, heh.

Bonus panel: ye they R hungry for that SHI- lo 🙈

And an honorary appearance of my OC with Tintin hehe

Stay safe, don't feed the overconsumption machine, don't give up on your heartstrings's stringers, don't worry— there are people who think and feel like you always between the crowds, and I'm thankful that I share the same timeline with you♥️🖤

Sweet dreams 🌃 19.2.2024

#text #drawing journey #non binary artist #on the spectrum #personal

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jaybird-fanfics · 6 months

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Burnt Out: Chapter Ten

Warning: Smut

Dabi's eyes trail down to you, he could see a hint of blush on your cheeks. He could feel your heart beating fast against him. He thought about what you just said, almost not believing what he heard at first. "What do you mean?" He asks. He knew what you meant, he just wanted to confirm that you really meant it. You furrow your brows, face heated up as you spoke. "I mean, take what you want." You say firmly. Dabi expression was unreadable as he sits up, pulling you along with him. "Is that what you want?" He asks. "Is that what you want?" You counter as you move your hands slowly up his shirt. Dabi stopped you by grabbing onto your wrists. "I've wanted it for a while now. But that's not important. I asked you a question." You fell silent. If he wanted this, wanted you so badly, then why was he stopping you? And since when did it matter what you wanted?

"I'm not one of those sleazy shitheads who are looking for a quick fuck, believe it or not. I'm not going to make you do something you don't want to do." Dabi tells you. "I've heard that before." You mutter, looking away from him. Dabi places his hand on your cheek, turning your face towards him again. He used his other hand to move up and down the side of your waist soothingly. "Do you trust me?" He asks. You nod your head. "Always have." Dabi seemed to have smiled at that. "Then, why would I lie?" You couldn't give him an answer. Sure, you could have said something along the lines of 'you're a villain' or whatever. But Dabi has done nothing but helped you so far. He wanted to help you, protect you, and keep you safe. Why wouldn't you trust him? "Toya...I don't think I can ever give you what you want." You start. "If you really do still love me, I can't be what you want. Why would you ever want me? I'm...Im dirty. I've been used by so many others. I'm...I'm not..." You trailed off. "I'm not worthy of anyone's love. Especially not from someone like you."

"Someone like me?" Dabi asks. "You make me sound like I'm some sort of saint." He tells you. Before you could argue against what he said, he continued. "As for you. You're still that girl I remember from back then. There's nothing you could do to make me see you any differently." Dabi leans up, his face but inches from your own. The look on his eyes gave you no sign of insincerity. "And if you'll have me, I'll show you just how much love I have for you. But I won't do a thing. Not until you want me too." Dabi says, fully accepting it right then and there, that if you were never ready to feel the same for him, then he would be fine with it. He's always put you first, back then, and even now. He'll be fine with whatever you choose, with whatever you want. And that scares him. His love for you scares him more than anything. Maybe it was because he knew he could never love you properly. He'd always be the villain, the bad guy. He couldn't give you the normal life you deserve.

Or maybe it was because, he knew there could be someone better out there for you. That someone could love you the right way. You deserved so much better than him. And it scared him, that he could loose you to someone else.

But he would not be selfish if it came down to that. He'd let you be happy.

Finally, after a long pause, you moved your arms up and wrapped them around his neck. You let your head fall until it gently rested upon his forehead. Dabi moved his hands up rested them on your waist. And finally, you spoke. "Show me then." You said with a soft whisper. "I want you to show me." Dabi moved slightly, his lips met yours. You slowly melted into the kiss, Dabi's hands moved down to your hips. Out of instinct, you began to grind your hips down on his. Dabi's grip tightens as he failed to hold back a groan. Your tongue swiped against Dabi's lower lip, he opened his mouth slightly, letting you in. He hummed before moving you to lay under him. He looked down at you, eyes trailing to the bruise on your cheek. It had lightened up a bit, but he still didn't like looking at it, it only reminded him of how much you've been mistreated.

Just as you were about to question him on why he wasn't doing anything, he leaned down and began to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, down to your chest. Dabi moved his hand up under your shirt, he pushed it up over your now bare breasts. He palmed one of them gently, groping it and thumbing at your perky nipple. "So soft." Dabi says with a slight smile. His hand gave one more gentle squeeze to your breast before moving it down to your stomach, he then played with the hem of your skirt. Dabi never thought he'd ever see you dressed like this. So tempting. He didn't know how to feel about it honestly. One part of him found you breath taking, your beautiful body being shown off like that. The other part of him hated it. That just anyone could see you like this. It was selfish, maybe wrong, that he should be the only one who gets to see your body, bare before him.

Tonight, you would be for his eyes only. Dabi switched positions, you were now laying back on the bed, while he was above you. He removed your skirt along with your top the rest of the way. "You had better tell me to stop right now if you're having second thoughts. I don't think I'll be able to stop once I start." Dabi warns you. You spread your legs apart, not breaking your eyes away from his. You watched in slight amusement as Dabi's eyes widened a bit. You weren't wearing underwear. This wasn't an abnormal occurrence, some nights you chose not to wear any for the convince of yourself and your "costumers". Most of them tore them off of you and you were left without underwear anyway. "I'm counting on it." You say with a smirk. Dabi's shock wore off quickly, he chuckled.

He sat up and removed his shirt, you couldn't tear your eyes away as he did so. Even with so many scars, he looked so beautiful. He was so perfect. He leaned down to hover over you again, you took the chance to rub your hands up and down his built upper body. You felt every inch of smooth mixed with rough skin, your fingers traced the outline of the scar on his torso. You were careful as the tips of your fingers skimmed his staples. You hand trailed down to the waist of his pants, you tugged on it slightly. Dabi got your message and removed them along with his underwear. You couldn't ignore the the heat pooling in your core at the sight of his cock, especially at his choice of piercings along his shaft. You glance up at him, Dabi laughs at the look you gave him.

"You like 'em?" He asks. You grin before wrapping your hand around it. "I do." You say as you slowly rub your hand up and down his cock, the precum leaking from it's head made it easier as it coated his dick. The feeling of the piercings against your palm made your head run wild with thoughts of how they would feel inside of you, against your soft walls. You move it back up and swipe your thumb across the tip a few times, causing him to groan. You pumped your hand faster, you made sure to keep your eyes locked onto his as you did so. The lust filled look in Dabi's eyes matched your own. He stopped your hand and pushed you back onto the bed gently before leaning down to your pussy. You shutter at the feel of his breath against you as he spoke.

"As much as I liked that, tonight's about you baby." He says before planting a kiss on your clit, your hips bucked at the feeling. The kiss turned into a light suck, his tongue flicking over the bundle of nerves, making you whimper softly. You gasp sharply as you felt his finger enter you, he groans, pulling away for a second. "You're so wet, look how easily it slid in." He moves his head back down to your clit before adding another finger. He pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly as his tongue drags over your clit. You grab at his hair, tugging on it and pressing him in closer to you. You cried his name as he quickened the pace of his fingers. "Yes, don't stop Toya. Please...please!" You moan, legs shaking as you felt your orgasm approaching.

You cried out as you feel Dabi's teeth graze your clit, his fingers pumping in and out faster and faster. Your legs squeezed around his head, hips grinding up into his mouth. "Toya!" You cry, you were so close, just a bit more...Dabi licked a long trail upwards before pulling away, removing his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss. Dabi brought his fingers, which were coated in your slick, up to his mouth. He licked them clean, savoring your juices as if it would be the last thing he'd taste. "You'll get to cum baby, but I wanna feel it around my cock. Is that alright?" You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, trying to pull him in.

Dabi placed his hands on each side of your head as he lined himself up at your entrance. You whimper as he rubs his cock against your pussy. "Toya..." You whine. Dabi chuckled before grabbing his shaft, pumping it a few times before pushing the tip inside of you. He grabbed your hips while he pushed himself in slowly. You both sigh shakily as he bottomed out. You moved your hips, desperately needing him to do something. Dabi's hold on your hips tightened, stilling your movements. He kept you still for a moment, just enjoying the feel of your walls warming his cock. You felt amazing, more amazing than he ever imagined you'd feel. He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling his hips back, then he slowly thrusted into you.

His pace was deep and slow, something you weren't entirely use to. Most of the people you sleep with like to be rough with you. Some totally disregarding how you were feeling, borderline not caring if you were hurting at times. Ryuji was the worst of them when it came to that. 'No...Don't think about him right now.' You say in your head. You meet Dabi's eyes, focusing on him and him alone. And how fucking good he was making you feel right now. You moved your hands up to Dabi's back, trying to ground yourself as he somehow pushed himself even deeper into you. You could feel him shudder, his grip on your hips tightening.

Dabi lowers his body down, his arms wrapping around you in an almost hug. He hid his face in your neck, you could feel his breath against you. He let out a few breathy curses, he nipped and kissed at your neck softly. Dabi suddenly hit that oh so special spot deep within you, you choked out a moan, hand reaching up to caress the back of his head. "T-Toya..." You tugged slightly at his hair, he pulled back from your neck to face you. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. The more he brushed against that spot, the more undone you became. It wouldn't be long now before you fall apart completely. Your moans were muffled by Dabi's mouth, he pulled away, wanting to hear your beautiful voice in all it's glory.

Dabi felt himself growing close as well, but he wouldn't let himself finish before you. Tonight was about you and your pleasure. He quickened his pace slightly, causing you to cry his name. Within a few more thrusts, you felt that deep wave of pleasure wash over you. You clenched tightly around Dabi as you cum, his thrusts became uneven and sloppy. Dabi huskily groaned your name before you felt his warmth fill you to the brim. He thrusts a few more time, fucking through his and your orgasm. Finally his movements stopped, his forehead meeting yours, you both pant heavily as you try to catch your breath. Dabi kissed you deeply, savoring the feel of you for a moment before slowly pulling out of you.

He stood from the bed and walked to the bathroom, shortly returning with a wet rag. He made his way over to you and cleaned you up before discarding the rag. He crawled back into the bed and laid beside you, pulling you into him. You sigh softly when you felt him caress your back, you nuzzle yourself into him and close your eyes. Before you drift off, you heard Dabi's voice. "How are you feeling?" You look up at him, a bit surprised. "I'm...fine." You tell him. "You were, really gentle with me." Dabi chuckled. "Yeah? Seems a little out of character, huh?" He smiles lazily. "You wanted me to show you how much I loved you right? I hope I did a good job."

You smile as well. "Yeah...you did." Dabi kissed your cheek before pulling the blanket over you and himself. "Get some sleep." He tells you. You nod and yawn before finally allowing yourself to fall asleep. And for once, you felt safe. You felt whole.

And you had Dabi to thank for that.

#dabi x reader #toya todoroki x reader #toya x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #smut #dabi smut

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chaostudee · 1 year

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movies, rafe cameron

pairing : female reader x rafe cameron summary : "cus baby this ain't like the movies". warnings : angst? pining? miscommunucation? words : 3.1k a/n ; i haven't posted in like a year and ik this is so shit but ye idk.

it was never as simple as just loving. you wished it could've been but with rafe nothing was certain. at the start that was what you liked about him but when he failed to show up time after time you began to question. question whether he deserved you.

a week later you found him in bed with one of your best friends. that hurt like hell but truthfully you weren't that shocked. you knew he was hiding something. you just chose not to acknowlege it. maybe that was a mistake.

the look on rafe's face was something that you were never forget. it was mixed with hurt and guilt. in that moment you had wondered had he ever loved you? had you ever loved him?

at times you were certain of that answer but how can you love someone who put through you through that much hurt?

rafe wasnt a good boyfriend. he was always late, sloppy. he ignored you when he was with his friends. he would brush off your touch. hell he sometimes could barely look at you.

okay maybe you hadn't been a saint throughout the relationship but you made more of an effort than him anyway.

now 1 year later you watch as his arms holds firmly around her waist. he smiles as she talks. he kisses her head. he whispers in her ear.

you can't help but scoff at the display. so much for hating pda. sarah rejoins you and sighs when she spots who your view is focused on.

"her name is victoria" sarah says as she takes a sip of her beer before continuing "they've been going out for about 6 months....".

you blow out air and slowly nod. it wasn't like you didn't expect this but six months?!?! like damn who hurt him?.

"you got to talk to him".

you scoff at sarah.

"what would i even say?". you fold your arms across your chest. you knew damn well that there was plenty you had to say to him.

"everything you need to say" she pauses "he hasn't been the same since you guys you know...-".

"don't give me that bullshit sarah". picking up your drink from the nearby dresser you take a sip.

"if he really cared he would've....he would've been there but he wasn't, and i am so sick qnd tired of you being on his side. i did nithing wrong."

sarah begins to speak but you don't wait to hear. you grab your beer and walk off. you need to get out of here. anywhere but here. as you manoeuvre your way through the crowd you miss your footing placement but before you meet with the ground a pair of arms hold you up.

"hey". you recognized that voice all too well. you pull away from his grasp and look upwards to see an awkward smile on his face.

"hey" you reply, as you fidget awkwardly with the sleeve of your dress. you hadn't seen or spoken to him in over a year and although there was plenty you wanted to say nothing came to mind.

he looked mostly the same except that he had grown out his hair a bit. that had been your suggestion. an ache in your stomach creeps in when you remember.

"you grew out your hair" you state.

he chuckles and lowers his head down before meeting your eyes. "yeah, yeah i did...."

he pauses for a moment and then his gaze hardens. he stuffs his hands in his jean pockets. "i'm sorry y/n, i-".

you stop him before he can continue. "im sorry too but we were done a long time ago, i've moved and you have clearly moved on aswell". you gesture towards victoria who waves a hand at rafe. rafe looks back at you. like really looks at you.

the same look that he gave you that faithful night. a look of hurt and guilt. and like that night you wanted nothing more than to strangle him but deep down you knew you could never really be fully mad at him.

:::

it had been a week since your awkward encounter with rafe and the conversation still lingered in the back of your mind.

every so often you couldn't help but admit that he looked just as handsome as ever.

"i know that look" sarah says as she rests her chin on her hand on the bed. you two had made up quickly as you usually did. fights were short lived with you two.

"what do you mean?" you ask as you throw another dress on the bed. the camerons were holding some fancy ass party tonight and sarah had given you the task of picking out your outfits.

"you know damn well, i know that you haven't stopped thinking about him since the party".

you chuckle and begin to fathom an excuse but sarah raises her eyebrows so instead you just nod and shake your head.

you turn away from her and begin flipping through the rack of ball gowns.

"you know he broke up with victoria"

this causes you to stop your fingers abrubtly.

"what?"

sarah smirks. "ye i know and i mean he wasn't even upset...."

"really...?" you ask and you can't even smother the smirk on your face. "why.....?".

sarah laughs. "i didn't think you were that stupid y/n".

your heart races at her words. could you really be the reason why rafe broke it off with victoria.

:::

you had chosen to wear an emerald green dress from sarah's wardrobe along with matching heels.

you nervously checked your watch as you waited for your parents at the front of the house. your father helped your mother out of the car and behind them came your brother and his girlfriend.

you were beyond nervous at this point. you began to fix your hair once again as your heart raced at the thought of seeing him.

your brother pressed the doorbell and beside you, you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder. your mother understood and you smiled at her in gratitude.

the door opened swiftly after the bell rang out. ward cameron welcomed everyone with a smile and an embrace. you were last to be welcomed and after standing there awakwardly ward smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

after ward closed the door behind you and you watched as your mother was catching up with rose. you spotted sarah beside wheezie but you were looking for somebody familiar.

"rafe" called ward. the sound of his name made you anxious. moments later he walked in. once you saw him you swear your breath caught in your throat.

he wore a navy suit, no tie and his hair was all messy. god he had never looked better. he began to walk over but his footsteps slowed when he saw you.

of course he knew you were coming tonight but he hadn't expected you to be this beautiful. your dress was hugging your curves in just the right places and your hair was pulled back, which you rarely had it, so rafe could see your features. and god those dimples would be the death of him.

"so um....ill leave you two to talk" says ward as he walks off to join his wife in discussion with your parents.

"you look-"

"i like-"

you both laugh as you interrupt eachothers sentences. his smile brought butterflies to your stomach. you had missed that smile.

"you first" you prompt.

he nods and looks you up and down. you can't help but blush. you missed when he looked at you like that. you missed a lot about him.

"you look incredible" he says truthfully. you smile at him. "you don't look too bad yourself cameron".

he smiles. you smile. he looks at you. you look back.

"do you want to talk outside?". the words come out of your mouth before you register what you are saying.

he looks surprised but then nods.

:::

your legs dangle in the water at the edge of the pool. rafe hands you a beer as he sits down beside you.

"i dont even know why i asked you to come out here" you chuckle before taking a swig of your beer.

"yes you do".

you turn to look at him. "yes you do" he repeats.

his eyes falter down to your lips then back up to your eyeline. if it wasn't for your inner conscience you would've kissed him.

instead you stood up quickly and shook your head at him.

"no no no no" you mumble, shaking your head as you speak.

rafe stands up and raises his hand as he nears you.

"no rafe you can't do that".

"do what?"

you scoff. "act like you can just kiss me and everything will be okay, it doesn't work like that".

"hell you cheated on me with my bestfriend and what now you want me back?".

there was silence then but the voices from inside the house. rafe was looking shamefully at his feet.

he couldn't even own up to his actions.

"fuck this". you pick up your heels and make a run for it. part of you was hoping he would chase you or call out your name but he didn't. he had wanted to but what would he even say?

there was no apology big enough for what he had done to you. perhaps you were better off without him.

:::

alone with a glass of wine was not how you had expected the evening to end. well you were with sarah earlier but she had disappeared a few minutes ago.

you hear someone call your name so you turn around. your heart sinks when you realize it is not him but your mother beckoning you to leave.

setting down your glass you take a look around just incase but no one. you sigh and head over to your mother and take her arm. she rubs your arm soothingly as you make your way over to the car.

as you open the door of the car you hear a shout.

"y/n wait!".

you hesitate before getting into the vehicle. there he was his hair disheleved and a distraught look on his face.

part of you wanted to get into the car and drive off but you know all too well what you were going to do.

"what do you want?" you ask bluntly. you decided you couldn't give him the satisfaction that you wanted him.

"you y/n". "i want you". he says as he moves closer so that there are but inches between you.

"you shoudl"ve thought about that before cheating on me" you reply shoving him back.

he grunts softly and runs a hand through his hair."fuck i know it was wrong i know i know. you dont know how sorry i am for doing it. im going to regret it for the rest of my life if it means i cant have you."

"please y/n. please." he looks down at you his eyes kept firmly on your lips. you licked your lips but refused to close the gap between you.

"fuck y/n what else can i do?". he places his hands on your waist, you glare at him but don't say anything. he slowly sinks to his knees, his head resting at your feet.

"god your so beautiful, i dont know how i can live knowing that you'll never be mine again please-"

you pull him up practically yanking him up from the ground. "if you say please one more time i swear to god ill fucking kill you".

he smirks at you. "what?" you say angrily.

"that was hot".

your cheeks go red and this time you don't even hesitate or think. you pull him closer placing your hand on his cheek. his lips meet yours and everything else melts away. its like your first kiss all over again. the spark is still there and the butterflies you had the night.

you can hear someone cheering who can only be your mother. you can't help but smile through the kiss.

nothing was decided yet but it didn't matter. at this moment in time rafe cameron was yours and only yours. his lips were on yours. his heart was yours.

and that was all that counted.

#rafe #drew starkey #mine #rafe cameron x you #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe cameron fluff #second chance at love #rafemfcameron #drew my love <33333 #obx3 #fic recs #imagine

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wasdaya · 2 years

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ALWAYS YOURS | steve harrington

+ steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve is looking at you, he always is, but you never notice, until he tells you exactly how he feels

word count: 0.9k

warnings: none! this is literally the cutest and most romantic thing i've ever written

a/n: the gif is not mine! i found it on pinterest, so credits to the owner | masterlist here.

"HEY STEVE come on, let's see The Goonies again please?"

“I don't know why you're being so cute. You never talk to me like that.” he laughs.

“Well, maybe it's because I want to convince you.” You speak as you push towards him on your bed.

“You know i do everything for you without needing more than once.”

You're blushing madly and you're doing your best to hide the rosy red in your cheeks. “Liar! I once had to ask you 7 times to lend me your car.” You say when you finally lie down in your warm, cozy bed.

“My car doesn't get into this discussion.” He argues as he closely watches your every step. The way you gently turn the television on and the way your lips curve into a small smile as The Goonies starts to play.

Maybe that's why Steve loves to do everything for you. Because he loves to see you smile. Your smile is the daily dose of serotonin he needs to live.

You are close to each other, maybe too close for two best friends, you can feel his hot breath against your exposed neck.

“You are so pretty.” He says more to himself than to you.

"And you're not paying attention to my favorite movie." You answer back.

"You really don't notice, do you?"

“Notice what exactly?”

“The way i never take my eyes off you.”

You are definitely breathing too hard. That's not Steve Harrington, your best friend. This is Steve Harrington crazy as fuck. Steve would never look at you that way, only you look at him that way.

"I hate it when you do that." He says.

“Do what?”

"Pretend you didn't hear me to avoid the question."

"I didn't avoid the-"

“Stop doing this shit, Y/N. I know you like the back of my hand, well, maybe more.”

“Steve, look, you are crazy and i-“

"Let's do it like this, I talk and you just listen, ok?" You just nod before he takes a deep breath and starts,“I'm lost without you. I'm a soulless person, like a lonely bird flying nowhere. I am who i am now because of you. You are all the reason, all the hope and all the dreams i’ve ever had in my life, and whatever happens after what im talking about, every day we're together is the best day of my life. I will always be yours. And you will always be mine.

One thing Steve is sure of. No guy can ever love you like he loves you. He won't be able to adore you in the same way, he won't be able to perceive all your tiny movements, the little quirks of your face. It's as if he's only been allowed to see the true color of your eyes. No man can ever see what he has seen. He won't know how to appreciate your sweet whims. He won't love your tiny hand, your infectious laugh and your killer smile. He can even see that lighter strand of your hair, it's true, but never love it. Not in the same way Steve does.

"She is beautiful. Familiar and comfortable.” Steve thinks when he sees the way you're looking at him after the confession. Your eyes are saying what you're not being able to say. Then he lowers his head, and you're facing each other and Steve gently brushes your lips with his. It's a kiss of love. Of history. From getting to know someone so thoroughly that he assume he knows how your lips taste like before he even touch them. But he didn't know. He had no idea. A soft moan travels from your throat to Steve's lips still pressed against your. This ignites a lust inside Steve that he's never felt before. Desperate for more, he runs his tongue over your mouth and you opens up to him. You moan when he tastes your tongue and hearing your voice reminds him that he is kissing his best friend.

He distances himself a little. Foreheads still touching. He looks at you looking for an answer. Hesitating at what he just have done, then you speak.

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

And shit. His heart never beat as hard as it does now. His lips are back on yours. The long kiss he places on your slightly swollen mouth. Soon after he begins to sprinkle your face with several tender kisses. One in the corner of your mouth, one on your cheek, jaw and down to your neck. A hard laugh escapes your lips as the kisses become wetter and conspicuous. He turns his face back to yours, pausing for a few minutes to look at you and memorize every detail of your face – even though he already knows them all. –

"I can definitely get used to it." Steve says with the biggest smile you've ever seen leave his lips.

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salchat · 1 year

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I just wanna say that your art is absolutely beautiful. The moment I come across it my day brightens and it just makes me so happy. Its gorgeous.

I send my love and hope only the best for you. (Hope the chemo is going well. I don't know too much right now but im learning about it!)

❤️

Thank you. That really means a lot. It means more than I can say actually, because there's so much darkness in my life at the moment that being able to brighten someone else's day even through my own troubles says a lot about how life works - that it's not black or white or even one shade of grey at a time, but a marbled mix of every shade and colour. And it's always worth living.

Chemo is actually not going well. I mean, I have no idea whether it's actually doing anything in terms of fighting the cancer - I get to find that out next week, I think. But it's been pretty hellish in terms of symptoms so far - crippling headaches and dragging exhaustion and hopelessness like I've never known before, not to put too fine a point on it.

However, I want to say that chemo isn't always like that and anyone facing it shouldn't think they're necessarily going to have a really awful time.

I had one of the notoriously bad types a few years ago and, yes there were a few bad days and it had its negative effects, but mostly I just got on with my life and was as silly and happy as ever and that was the time I started writing fanfic and I was filled with the joy that that brought.

And I'm still hopeful that I can be the same on this type - I'm going to get them to give me a lower dose and ask what else I can do to minimise symptoms and maybe if no more cancer pops up and it shrinks or stays the same, maybe they'll do the microwaving thing again, which was just so straightforward and then you get to pretend it's all gone, never to return...

That's probably more information than you wanted. Oh well. I'm really glad you like my art and it's a positive thing in the world.

#art #fanart #chemo

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years

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Kissing in the street:

a Harry Holland blurb

A/n: cleaning out my docs cause I have run out of room and I stumbled across this 😊 hope you enjoy.

Sorry I have been mia, life and all.

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You could hear the footsteps behind you as you stomped away.

"Y/n! Come on!" Harry protested. The street was empty of traffic as it was late in the night and regular people were probably laying in bed with their partners. Unlike you, who had just dramatically left the pub after causing a scene that was sure to get you yelled at tomorrow. "No Harry! I'm done!" You fumed as you stopped in the middle of the street and pulled of the four inch heels that were currently killing your feet.

"I'm sorry ok! I didn't know he was going to do that," Harry called after you as you continued your path down the street.

"You didn't know?!" You seethed as you spun around to face him, only about twenty feet away from you. "That's great Har! You didn't know! What about stepping in and telling him that was a line he didn't need to cross, or i don't know, maybe just admit to the fact that we have been fooling around for the last year," you shook your head as you took a few steps forward bringing your finger to his chest and poking it. "Instead, you sat there, as he tried to hook me up with some creep, who couldn't take his eyes off my cleavage," you looked up at him as you said the last part tears in your eyes. You felt hurt and betrayed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he looked into your eyes. "you know-"

"Yeah Harry, I know. It would complicate things, if people knew, there's a reason we've kept it this long. I've heard it all before, and quite frankly. I don't care, I can't. I'm done, this-" you gestured between the two of you, "this is done" you turned to walk away but we're quickly pulled back into Harry's chest.

"No," he said sternly. "I'll tell everyone, I'll shout it from the rooftops, whatever you need, but I'm not letting you walk away from me, from this, from us," he told you with a panicked look.

You stared up at him, a man that you were so in love with who was so afraid of the one thing you wanted. Commitment.

"It's too late," you whispered.

"No," he shook his head as he cradled your face in his hands. "It's never too late, not for this, y/n, I love you, I love you more than I've ever loved another person, and I can't lose you, not like this," his eyes stayed locked on yours, a silent plea in them as he stared you down.

"Y/n!" You heard Tom call from a ways back down the road, jogging towards the two of you with haz and Sam in tow. "Y/n, I'm sorry, I wast trying to make you uncomfortable," he called as he got closer.

You kept your eyes on Harry who was still staring at you, not leaving any space between the two of you. "Better back up or they will see," you sighed as you went to push from his grasp.

"Let them see," he mumbled before he pulled your face to his, crashing your lips together in a bruising kiss.

"Y/n, I'm sor- oh," you heard Tom say from right behind Harry.

Harry continued to cradle your face in hands, his tongue swiping across your lower lip begging for entrance, which you happily granted. The kiss itself was so intense you could almost forget about the three boys that stood only a few feet away from you. He pulled away resting his forehead against yours. “I meant what i said,’ harry whispered. “i love you, and im not letting you go without a fight,” he stared at you waiting for anything.. A yes, a no, a smartass remark, anything… but all that came was your silence, and your pained eyes as you looked up at him.

“I don't mean to interrupt,” Sam's voice cut through the silence of the vacant street. “But I feel like I missed a whole lot from when we left the bar until now,” there were two accompanying ‘uh huhs’ as Harry backed away and looked to the three boys that stared at the two of you.

“Well-” Harry began.

“I'm way too drunk for this,” Harrison admitted with a hiccup before saunturing over and throwing his arms around one of both yours and Harry's shoulders.

“Lets go back to ours, get a nice cold beer, and you guys can make out for us again because that was hot as fuck,” harrison proclaimed as he pulled the two of you forward back towards the pub.

“Hazzy!” you groaned, smacking his arm. He shot you a smirk before taking the heels from your hand and walking forward leaving you and Harry in the back of the group.

This was about to get interesting

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thesmallworldofsamizayn · 4 months

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my current job has me doing a lot of standing/walking around a museum with little to do but think, so i've been trying to fantasy book a final feud for sami and kevin. context being the build to kevin's hypothetical retirement, where his final match will be with sami of course (barring his inevitable returns to the ring as a hall of famer to put over rising talent). i was trying to think how you could make a feud work with them one last time without it just seeming like turning back the clock. cause while they have fought on and off since kevin's wwe debut, they never fully figured out their shit until this year, and now their bond feels sure, not vulnerable to betrayal the way it has been in the past. i ended up imagining the most self indulgent wish fulfilment scenario possible culminating in a 2 out of 3 falls match for the universal title which sami wins off a heel-turned kevin. warning it's so so cheesy. and way too many things at once. ahem,

the build starts with universal champion!kevin unhappy and lashing out, because despite having the world title he knows he's near the end, and he has no one in his corner on smackdown (they kind of have to be on separate brands and have been growing apart again for this to work). it's almost as hollow as his first universal title reign, and his charming sarcasm has curdled into ugly bitterness.

then sami comes out of the woodwork on Raw, titleless but still doing very well as one of the top babyfaces, still optimistic despite everything. and maybe he hasn't been calling kevin or getting coffee with him as much as they used to. he's just so busy lately! but now kevin's going back to his old ways and he has to try and talk him down. it goes about as well as you'd expect, kevin starting off cordial and warm before the resentment quickly bubbles up and he starts slinging lower blows than he has in years, specifically at sami once again proving unable to keep up with him as a champion-level competitor. kevin wasn't even trying to get in the world title picture until recently, he practically took it in his sleep! how long's sami been vainly trying to snag the WHC? what about that historic anti climax at elimination chamber 2023? (NB kevin doesn't get the title off roman in my mind but im not booking that far back) face it, he snarls to a dismayed-but-sadly-not-that-surprised sami, the only meaningful gold he was ever getting was with kevin by his side.

he basically forces sami to challenge him for that universal title, pushing his buttons every way he can. sami's pretty reluctant at first, not wanting to fall for kevin's mind games all over again, and really thinking they were past this shit. but unfortunately he's sami and one thing about sami is he falls in the trap even when he knows it's a trap, and he just cannot resist such a blatant challenge. it's cesaro, neville, strowman, roman, everyone who's told him to his face he'll never be that guy and to just stay down. and, well, after their first match up in a long while, his age old obsessions with proving those guys wrong and with fighting kevin owens forever take over, and they're all set for wrestlemania. (or summerslam. i'm not too proud)

it's 2 out of 3 falls because that kind of feels like the perfect way to cap it all off, the format that put sami zayn on the map in the first place, and the one that lets kevin owens Fucking Finally do his package piledriver into a successful pin without giving him the match. here my novice understanding of good match planning comes up short. they would come up with something extremely brilliant and heartbreaking, but my thinking was the pin order goes sami-kevin-sami - with the first pin coming quite a way into the match, and the second quick on its heels. they'll do all their favourite callbacks except battleground cause that one has been overdone by this point even if it is the most poetic one. it's visceral and violent but also kind of joyous. and very melancholic. fully them, basically.

the emotional arc is focused a little more on kevin, who is tired and angry and consciously trying to embody the monster he always used to be against sami, hardening himself up. there's one moment towards the end where sami's down, the ref's incapacitated and kevin gets a chair, face full of murderous intent until he actually gets to sami, where he just stops. doesn't even seem to have an internal conflict about hitting him with it, just stands there, waits for sami to notice him and flinch back, and then waits some more, locking eyes with sami in a silent conversation while he gets back to his feet, before tossing the chair aside and punching him in the head. (cue their beloved #1 single, Hockey Punches of Love.)

sami wins the world title at long last, and everything is beautiful. any apparent hatred that was fuelling this match evaporates the milisecond it ends. because it was never really about kevin not believing in him, but kevin wanting more than anything for sami to get the official recognition he deserves, and wanting no one else to take the title off him, knowing how to play the game (both the in-universe manipulation and his characteristic genre awareness), and above all, kevin wanting to fight his best friend one last time. he tries to let sami have the moment to himself, dragging himself to the corner of the ring too exhausted to even stand, but sami won't have it, not after what they just did, not after their last match. they hug the life out of each other, and cut a couple of very emotional promos on each other that probably come directly from their real actual hearts so I wouldn't try and script them here.

that's all i have. i'd be interested to know what the twc thinks re: these two in another feud/if they should even have one!

#sami zayn #kevin owens #zowens #fantasy booking #long post #the amount of head fanfic i've written for tehse 2 during my shifts man. boredom takes me to great places.#not writing a word of most of it because it is entirely made up of the angstiest/hurtcomfortest possible scenarios x100

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fgsfds09 · 9 months

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this is violet

she cuts her own hair, likes holographic stuff and hasn't showered in two weeks

i currently have two reqs lined up and i'll get to them before the year ends hopefully

more stuff about the future of the account and me are under the cut but tw/cw for mental illness and suicide ideations i guess

ok, so, i don't want anyone to reply to this, talk about this or reach out to me about this at all. any attempts will get you blocked on any platform i have you on. i just want someone, ANYONE, to hear me out. i know this is cringe, but i don't care, i no longer have the will to care. i don't care if you give two shits about me when i don't show the same kindness to myself.

i've been at my lowest for months at this point that it's getting funny, since november of last year holy shit did everyhting just get worse. if it's a mental breakdown it's been breaking down for months what the fuck is this supposed to be? the other time i felt like this was in highschool but it wasn't exactly the same. i had a life goal, it wasn't to get good greades or get in a good university or finish shit on time or even become a better person, it was starving myself until i either died or reached my goal weight which ot lower and lower. and now im so fat again and i feel like her efforts were in vain, what did she do this for? i thought getting into a decent program would fix this and i actually did feel happy, but im such a miserable pathetic cunt that nothing ever is enough, NOTHING IS ENOUGH AT ALL

am i so retarded that i can do nothing by myself? i've been losing friends left and right but it's all my fault, always my fault and honestly it doesn't matter anymore because tthe end goal is to block and remove every single one of them, every single one of you, every single person that might have interacted with me and either diasappear or end it all. the firnends i got from wattpad 7 years ago and the frends they brought along th way were the rock, they got me through all these times, they showed me unlimited and unconditional love and support and what do i give back in return? NOTHING AT ALL can't give them a better version of myself, can't give them a better friend all i can be is a retarded piece of shit and leave them behind which is so so fucking sad. i will at least treat them tea and home baked goods some fucking day but god i hope that day comes soon because i cana't take it anymore. but i love them, i love them and my cat more than fucking anything and im so glad i have them as my true friends, i hope they know they're th best things that has ever happened to me.

tip: if you ghost people for long enough they give up on checking on you and that's for the better, they better not know i exist, i no longer exist

the night, the fucking night in february that i finally decided to overdose and end it all i realised that i had ran out of my pills :DD the fuck. and then i lost my courage because of course i did. but maybe that's a good thing, the silver lining in still being alive was i started browsing gore subreddits and decided that the best way for me to go was a shotgun suicide. deep throat that shit and tilt back and bliss. i hope. it's so fucking scary to think that if i miss i'll become even more of a burden to my parents AND THEY'D MONITOR EVERYTHIGN i wouldn't even have the chance to try again. but i'll cross that bridge whe n i acquire a gun, i'll tint that shit pink and bedazzle the shit out of and clear a good 70% of my head out :3333 if i ever feel ready to go before that i'll hang myself in the farthest woods from my city and bloat with all my might, get so disfigured that they won't ever identify my ugly face. until then a girl can only dream...

shit gets better for a moment but then im back at square one, what good am i to this world? other than sitting on my ass, listening to shitty music and walking around the dining table fantasising about all the things i could've achieved and eating up daddy's money, i am nothing. nothing, just nothing. all i do is take up space and be a burden to those that love me. my parents tell me that i am not a burden but i can sense it, i can feel it, the thoughts are there in their minds. i am not sure if it's the sunk cost fallacy but one of us will have to cut our losses and understand that we will get nowhere. i guess that would be me, my parents could never ask me to leave. i know that they love me, but sometimes love is not enough and they can still love me whereever i am, i don't even have to be alive for it. all they are believing right now is that i am doing better and me taking less meds is the right thing all while my mind is in agony. but it's not real, it's in my head, and i am so ashamed, so fucking ashamed. i already do my best to disappear from their lives, i give no input to famil decisions, i try not to spend money, what else can i do? let me rot in my room and call some cleaning services, idc. i no longer want a room in the house they want to buy. the sooner they start pretending i don't exist the better it will be for all of us.

less meds mean more alcohol, i can get away with more alcohol and maybe even i shot up some heroin people would care about me less. i would do that given i had the chanve and that thought is so fucking terrifying. knowing that i innately want to destroy myself, and will fucking do so, it's terrifying. i hate every single part of myself, the part that is scared and the part that is mad, there is nothing good in me other than pure misery. i don't want to be sober, i don't want to be sober, i don't want to be sober, i don't wanto be sober at any moment of the day, not anymore not anymore not anymore not anymore. i am so terrified of men that the thought of being alone with A MALE FRIEND makes me sick to my stomach. nothing would happen, nothing would happen other than exchainging some laughs and memes BUT I AM TERRIFIED. I AM SO SCARED. i am so scared. so scared of everything. nothing ever happened to me that would justify this fear but my god does me brain hate me so much that it keeps giving me irrational fears to prevent me from ever escaping this room. living with my parents, it's so hard to destroy myself. they don't want me to drink even beer and i can't even cut anymore since i wear such revealing clothes. the cuts on my thighs from february or march are still visible and im scared they will always be, why are they so brown and ugly and not faded?? wrists get a milky white colour, WHY ARE THESE SO VISIBLE? no one has cauht a glimpse yet but what could i even say? a cat doesn't scratch in that pattern.

i live in a shit country in a shit city with shit people while being the biggest of shit myself. sometimes i even wish i was hitler so that i could be someone, ANYONE.

maybe one day i'll read this and cringe. maybe one day things will get better and i'll realise the progress i've made, or maybe, more possibly, i'll reference this post in my suicide letter in APA 7th edition format if i ever write one.

holy fuck was writing all these shit cathartic. i don't know why i wrote this at all. maybe i wanted someone to acnowledge me, that my existence wasn't in vain. my i wanted to acknowledge myself. each passing day i feel like im getting more separated from my body and my real life body is a different person and i, as my cconciousness, am somebody different. i hope one day i will be able to feel the same and a real person, but those days seem too far away.

won't even tag anything, pretend this never existed.

edit: 4.51am, i just learned a 22 year old girl killed herself by throwing herself on the tracks. i'll be 22 soon. maybe that will be my tipping point too.

#oc

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puff-mmd · 10 months

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6/17/23

ok well, first just wipe your brain of everything i've ever said about orobas tbh

he's not a prince anymore, he's an incubus and has a job now (he works at the same strip club as charon)

like i just figured fuck it, he wants to be a whore so bad let him have it. i could never see him doing anything even remotely related to leadership, so that role is just gone anyways. if fucking is his most consistent trait, damn it all guess you do it for money now.

any interactions with humans are gone now too, instead it all takes place in hell. basically, there are demons that serve each of the seven sins, and different sins have a different rank in society. lust is one of the lower rankings, consisting of you guessed it, charon and orobas (who are both incubi - succubi and incubi are the demons that serve the sin of lust).

he also has gained a sister, and im throwing around the name avalir for her. she's a succubus, but she hates sex - there's no way she could work the job orobas does. i've been thinking about the idea of him having a sibling for a while (i know, and after you said the thing about siblings - but hey, im not throwing him in kaisei's story lol).

she's kinda interesting, probably does something more indirectly to serve her sin. i pulled up an old yuna model (which look nothing like the design i want to make for her now) and im just like yeah she kinda fits the bill.

being of lower ranking, they're often used and looked down on. orobas hates it, he's still a bit stubborn and doesn't like being treated as a lesser demon just because of his sin, but he doesn't do much about it.

that is, until something forces him to care about how they're treated.

something like his sister being killed.

i know, the sibling death thing is overdone, but he actually seems to care about his sister a lot, and losing her makes him angry enough to do something so for now i'll run with it.

i was also thinking about how it would have happened - orobas still blames himself even though *technically* it wasn't his fault. he wasn't there to help her, and he feels guilty about it.

basically i'm taking the revenge plotline and giving it to him.

he's leaving work late, he had stayed to help charon close up (he promised beforehand and he doesn't go back on a promise), but on his way home, he finds avalir sitting on the side of the street with a few guys standing over her. as he gets closer he can smell blood, and just, he doesn't really think other than connecting that these guys have hurt her.

he ends up hurting them badly, but they get away.

i can see him falling to his knees and holding his sister, trying to call charon for help, but by the time he shows up it's too late.

like, seeing orobas show emotion like this is very new, and i think it sucks for him to lose his sister, but as a character it's a motivator for him to actually use those fangs and claws of his to get back at the people who killed her.

and hey, maybe she doesn't even end up dead, but very hurt - he'd still be out for blood of the demons that dared to put a hand to his sister.

it also opens up a "why" she was targeted - simply because they knew she was a succubus, tried to get some, and she rejected it?

are there other reasons why she was sought out in paticular and could they also relate to orobas?

i don't know yet!

but i actually want to think about him and his story and know why so that's better than mostly anything i've come up with for him before!

and i wanted to change his name but at this point he's kinda married to it. i can't unsee it, and now his whorobas nickname fits.

because he literally is one, he gets paid to fuck just as he's intended this whole time lol.

#orobas #charon #avalir

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I think it is time to cute her out sweetling. She sounds like a narcissist, and from what you just trauma dumped it sounds like she likes being the victim. You shouldn't put up with that.

There is nothing you can do to help her right now or possibly ever and that burden should never have fallen to you. It's sweet you want to see her get better, but you are burning yourself to keep her happy. This isn't a situation that has a case where everyone wins.

Protect yourself first, heal yourself, and maybe someday things with her will change. But her choices aren't your problem, it's not your job to fix them, and it's not your job to give up your own health to make others happy; family or not.

Yes your sister is going through a lot and I understand wanting to help, but as someone with most of the mental health problems you mentioned (bpd, ptsd, depression, bipolar) I can with confidence say it doesn't excuse her behavior to you and your mother.

I have pitty for her, she's so blinded by her self made excuses that she can't see the wonderful sister she has.

I just can't help but think, like, mom and I wonder if there's something undiagnosed? She says ever since my sister was a child she would always need things repeated and would ask "what do you mean" and there was an age where everyone thought she behaved really strangely? And I wonder if she has undiagnosed ADHD because that can affect your focus, your mood regulation, things like that, and I hear ADHD can also explain excessive sleep which has a a lifelong issue for my sister. Its uh, it's also worth mentioning that apparently vyvanse/Adderall is one of the things she's occasionally using recreationally/buying off the street

But. I also. I also keep clinging to that possibility because its less painful to consider "maybe she just has some sort of disability and she literally can't help being this way" over "theres nothing we can do, she has to choose for herself what to do and she doesn't want to"

I just. I think I'll take the route of maybe sending her a message every now and again like once a week but im going to have to lower my expectations for hearing back from her. I just... I can't completely cut her off because she already feels so alone and thinks we don't care. What if me doing something to cut her off drove her to... I dont even want to think about whatever she might do. If she even cares about me that much.

It's just. She's been through so much. I can understand how that damages someone. There are times I let my depression get extremely bad and I had to hit the bottom before I get better or try to start taking meds again and I hope the same can happen for her but. She has. A lifetime of these bad decisions. I feel like I'm watching her self destruct. I literally feel like I need to get into contact with our father and have him talk to her about this as a former addict/alcoholic, and I haven't spoken to that man in years. Like. Im desperate.

My mom is heartbroken too. She's 57 and she's worried about how my sister and I will take care of ourselves after she's gone. She even said during the visit "you'd think your sister would show some sort of concern that I'm getting older". Like she has had to completely shut herself down after this visit or else she'd be constantly sobbing. I've seen my mom cry more in this last week than when her own mother died. She's terrified that she has to try and fix this before mt sister gets any worse and my mom isn't here to help her

I'm just so sad. I'm sad and I'm angry and I'm disappointed and I feel so so SO guilty and. Yeah.

God fucking damn it i was just thinking about trying to force myself to get back into writing too, because that's something fun for me, that's an outlet for me, something thats productive and makes me feel better, and now that's becoming associated with this pain. Fuck. Fuck. It just keeps getting better.

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pansyfemme · 1 year

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Oh also this isn't like. An ask but you could maybe share your favorites from being on T (if wanted!), but when I finally do start it I am literally so fucking excited for the "rat stache" so many trans guys get. I already *have* one kinda (it's more seeable when up close but it's there!) and like, my friend said too he thinks I'll really rock it when it grows in 8).

Also I so excited for tdick, unwell about tdick but like. That's a given. I wear the fact I'm a tdick lover on my sleeve <3

Oh absolutly!!

I will say i had mixed feelings on my "rat stache" when it first started lol. Well. more like, i liked it, my brother made constant fun of it until i started shaving constantly until he moved out. But around yr 3 on t, my beard and mustache came in so strong i kinda just wanted to see how far i could go with it lol!! I've been growing it out since august at this point, so its def the longest it's ever been, but considering just how hairy ive gotten over the past year, it probably could get a little longer. at this point im not sure if i like the beard or if it's just a get out of misgendering free card lol! But it's pretty reliable for that at least. (still get misgendered like once a day, but yknow. whatever at this point.)

I'm a proud tdick lover myself, so its probably my fave change? i don't need to go into detail bc i dont think ppl want to hear that TBH but i think i'm a little smaller than average and i still feel pretty affirmed with my growth! it's complicated bc im thinking of looking into metoidoplasty in the future so im not rlly all too concerned with my growth considering i'm gonna end up getting surgery anyways but i think ppl underestimate how much it does for bottom dysphoria. It changes the way you view your lower half a bunch!

As for my voice, i think its.. ok? i know you guys probably haven't rlly heard it before but it is what it is. Definitly flamingly queer and gravely in that typical t voice style. It's not suuuper low, not always enough to pass over the phone, but usally enough that people don't question it combined with my appearance. It's the kinda voice where those in the know spot that im trans just from hearing it, but those who aren't trained to the art of recognizing t voices probably just think im a gay dude, which i am.

Even though i enjoy dressing hyperfemininly, i've started to really appriciate my build when im just wearing tank tops and jeans. My dad told me i look so much like queer guys in the 90's dressed like that, which was a confidence boost LMAO. Fat redistribution was hard to visualize when i first heard about it, but it definitly happens. Most of the fat in my hips moved to my stomach and ass, and while it isnt a lot, it's def way more masc than it was before. I never was a particulaly curvy person, just large chested, but my build now is considerably more masculine, paired with top surgery.

My hands also got a bit bigger! tho it's not like. a huge difference and my hands r pretty chubby and not very masculine, it was something ppl around me noticed. not rlly sure how that happened but i was pretty young when i started so who knows!

I will say that my body and face are enough that i dont feel like i need any surgeries on them at this point in time. im not happy with my jawline, but i know a sharp one would look unatural considering my weight so, eh. I'm not against the concept of facial masculinization or body sculpting or whatever but the truth is i just. don't think those surgeries are made for my body type. I may be wrong, but a lot of the surgeries i see for masculinzing torsos need flat stomachs to work well, so im just eh on getting surgeries that im not sure would look natural on me. I have a few more surgeries planned but in all honesty im not certain on the path of my transition past those. I would like a hysterectomy as soon as possible, any maybe if i can, a minor bottom surgery procedure at the same time. I've thought of phallo possibly in the future, but likely not until im out of school at least. but even thats pretty up in the air. and who knows? i could change my mind and get facial masculization or go off t or do whatever, im just not really certain yet, and feel no need to rush into it. Something ive been thinking about a little lately is how i don't think i want to go stealth, but it's kinda nice when people don't know me immediatly as a trans dude, something im just starting to expereince. I never want to be closeted, but sometimes its nice to know im being viewed 100% as a guy, yknow? It's so hard to gauge when cis people actually see me as a man when they know im trans, it's just.. nice to not worry about that sometimes. I think as you get further on t, your ideas of how you want to be viewed change a lot. I never thought i'd be hairy, i thought that wasn't something i'd face, but im not mad that i am. I don't think it makes me any less of a femme. I've also, as i mentioned, become more comfortable with the concept of dressing femme in mens clothes. I didn't know that id still come off as gay and femme when i dressed in just a tshirt and jeans, but i do, it's kinda wild! this has become kinda rambly but i really have valued these past 4 years on t, it's been a whirlwind, truly.

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