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sylveon-and-velveon · 3 months

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Playing "4 Big Guys" around the slashers

Shitpost idea has been made, so here XD

This will include: Michael Myers {OG & RZ}, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Tiffany Valentine

Feel free to request any shitpost writing prompt ideas you can think of in my asks, I love silly non-serious ideas XD

Given the music is VERY adult related, this is 18+ ONLY

OG Michael Myers

Ain't gonna lie, the second you play that song he's probably staring at you instantly. Anger? Disappointment? Cursing your entire family and possible future children? Who knows! It's Michael-Fucking-Myers baby!!!

He's not used to anything sexual overall so hearing a song openly sing about gay sex, and in such a detailed way, would worry him. Not for the singer, no- more on your taste in music.

And don't even get me started on when he hears about shit being involved. The second he hears that being mentioned he's turning off the music entirely, patting your head, and dragging you away so you'll listen to something he likes instead to cleanse that weird mind of yours. Like... Kate Bush or something.

He'd like Kate Bush right? He looks like a Kate Bush enjoyer.

RZ Michael Myers

Judging you, hard. Though he ain't saying it. His aura is practically smellable he's judging you so hard.

Does he like it? No. It's loud, obnoxious, and profound filled. Ignoring the obvious "gay sex and other weirdness" part, the volume of the music reminds him of his childhood.

He's smashing the device the music is coming from. He doesn't care if it's your MP3 all the way to a damn TV or Alexa, he's smashing that shit to pieces if it means he doesn't need to hear it anymore.

What would he put on instead? Calming ambient noises that play for hours on end on YouTube. It's the exact opposite of whatever hellscape you just played. It's better.

Brahms Heelshire

Well first of all it ain't classical, so that's a point on the "I Hate This" list.

Second it's not a piano.

Third it's literally "4 Big Guys"-

Not only is this poor man confused about everything the singer is saying, I highly doubt his parents explained LGBTQ+ to him, he's also hating how loud it is.

"Who puts things up their ass?" - Brahms Heelshire 2024

You turn off the music yourself when he practically begs you to.

You're probably tryna hold in your laughter while he's sitting on the floor trying to figure out what the fuck he just heard.

Jason Voorhees

Is there a bigger word for "traumatized"? Because that man earns it.

You're lucky af, if his mom was live she'd hit you with a crowbar so fast- Not kill you tho, she wouldn't dare hurt her boy.

But yeah, he's not saying anything, nor moving. Bro's too traumatized. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE-

You better give him his teddy he fucking deserves it TmT

Laughing his ass off until the shit is mentioned, even this horny gremlin has his limits.

Can you tell I hate shit kinks? XD

He'd want an apology for you blasting that song so far to that section. But no music! He hates Christmas songs, they're so repetitive and they all sound the same anyway.

Bake him a cake, the more unique the better. His favourite so far is red velvet with cream cheese frosting!

Then when he's finished eating you're getting railed by him not longer after, man's not changed. Not now, not ever.

Freddy Krueger

You can play this entire song with this man on REPEAT and he'd be fine with it.

I'd be surprised if he didn't given his track record and.... slicing open his skin to reveal green "blood" and maggots crawling out.

Would he laugh the first time? ABSOLUTELY!

Would he jokingly sing along, probably.

But he would TOTALLY play this song when going after his victims sometimes. Imagine dying and the last thing you hear is:

"4 BIG GUYS AND THEY GRAB ON MY THIGHS-"

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

Billy is concerned for your wellbeing. Especially when you start singing it at full force with Stu joining in not long after.

Yeah Stu is enjoying this to the max!

Finds it hilarious, who the fuck wouldn't when you've got humour more broken than Brahms' doll-

But seeing you enjoying yourself to this.... absurdity, at least makes Billy calm down from worry. Now he's just concerned your taste in music may infiltrate your taste in movies.

I doubt the man's used to hearing music.... imagine this being his first time hearing it-

OMG he'd probably think this is normal for music.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? XD

If it's not his first time hearing music though? No concern, laughter, nothing. He's neutral, given that this is something that makes you a little chaotic gremlin.

He's happy seeing you comfortable enough around to be a "gremlin" as you call it.

Bubba Sawyer

Don't traumatize him more than he's been already!!

Sure he doesn't realise it, or the fact he's used to it, but the poor guy's already traumatized-

Though he's probably more confused in the whole scheme of things. I mean, he knows what sex is. But just the surface of it.

So he's probably just learnt way too much in such a short period of time.

Oh lord what have you done-

Harry Warden

Okay first of all, why is there no GIF of this man? WTF????

Second; man's from the mines, man's old fashioned, you've probably just thrown way too much modern shit in his face way too quickly that he's just staring at you, the music video, and then the floor.

Poor miner is so confused, especially when the "cum starts spraying".

Oh god he'll probably think it's like dust from the mines spraying everywhere.

Fucking hell that's a vision-

Tiffany Valentine

Finds it amusing? Yes.

Judging? Not as much as you'd expect.

Girl's been through a wild ride, hearing you blast out "4 Big Guys" from your phone wouldn't be the most shocking thing in the world.

Hell. she'd probably encourage you to start singing along to it XD

Oh she's gonna use that song to torture someone with it. She doesn't know how yet, but she's got the idea in her head now

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slyratex · 2 months

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DUMB

I had always been a smart guy. IQ 180, an all As student, summa cum laude graduate, one of the youngest scientists in my faculty.

That is, until I was challenged by one of the jocks from my old school to listen to his favourite song. I had always looked down onto him for his simple taste in music and now he dared me to listen to it without giving in to the beat. ‚You cant judge what you don‘t know, right? That‘d be so stupid!‘, he mocked me when I hesitated, not knowing what I could gain from listening to something else than Mozart or Vivaldi.

I couldn‘t leave this challenge without reply, so I took the bet and listened to that tune of some guy called ‚Timmy Trumpet‘. https://youtu.be/D4m737SW2yc?si=upG5zB5Y_HKoKA9y After just one second I knew I hated this style of music. But I had to keep going to not lose the bet, so I decided to just endure this test.

‚I play my games, you work away the day! You’re blowing up your brains for something smart to say!‘

Yes, that‘s me.

‚But I don’t wanna know it, rather focus on the fun!‘

Yes, that‘s him.

‚So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

I‘d definitely do that.

‚Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

Did they have to repeat it so often? I just counted 26 times! Well, I think that‘s because the typical audience of that supposed ‚artist‘ can‘t memorise more lyrics than that. But just as I was thinking that, an image of said artist flashed before my eyes, looking at me as if he was swearing revenge for insulting him.

‚But I don’t wanna know it rather focus on the fun! So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

34! I caught my feet going with the beat and instantly stopped it. No chance he was winning this bet!

‚Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

55! I suddenly felt like I had forgotten something. But I couldn‘t figure out what it was.‘

‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

76! I recognised that strange feeling was connected to a drop. A drop? A drop of what? A drop of temperature? No, it was actually getting rather hot and I felt the urge to pull of my shirt.‘

‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

97! Was it the beat dropping? Hell, yeah! Timmy Trumpet always dropped the beat like a pro! I didn‘t even know what dropping the beat meant, being new to all this, but who cared?

‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

118! I suddenly realised what was dropping, but it was too late. With every ‚dumb‘, my IQ was dropping down! Something told me it had to be… like… half a point per repetition? Damn, that sounded like math… how many ‚dumb’s had there been? Divided by two… damn, this is hard… and subtracted from… and… 121!?! That‘s barely scratching the mark for being highly intelligent! Come on, this has to be a bad joke!

‚I’m just a jerk in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

123. A jerk. One, two, three. Just a jerk. Yeah, these are numbers I can work with. A jerk in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb. I couldn‘t stop going along with the lyrics while my old class mate smiled at me like a silly jerk.

‚I’ve got a worth in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

128 ‚dumb’s and my IQ dropped down to 114, only one standard deviance over average. No, I can‘t let him do that to me! I’m special! I have a worth in the world of the smart and educated! I‘ve got inventions to create and discoveries to make!

‚I won’t be the one you want!‘

Right!

‚If you can’t be one with dumb!‘

Oh, damn! I have to be one with dumb! Wait, that doesn‘t even make sense grammatically!‘

‚Cause I’m just a jerk in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

134! Ha! One, three, four! Haha! Did I forget one number? Hahaha! Who cares? I‘m just a jerk!

Suddenly I found myself singing out loud along with the song:

‚I play my games you work away the day! You’re blowing up your brains for something smart to say!‘

Stupid nerds wasting their time with work and learning when there are weights to be lifted, parties to be held, holes to be filled!

‚But I don’t wanna know it rather focus on the fun!‘

They‘re the stupid ones. I‘m the genius, because I don‘t waste time trying to be one!

‚So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!

And my jerk bro joined in, both of us jumping and partying like idiots:

‚Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb! But I don’t wanna know it rather focus on the fun! So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

169! Hahaha! 69! So good! I laughed. I didn’t even know why. I just had fun. I didn’t even count anymore. And the beat dropped, and my IQ dropped, all down to 95, and we dropped our shirts and showed off our jock bodies. And while all of it dropped down, Timmy Trumpet bowed down, as an artist having finished another masterpiece.

And I bowed down in front of him, thanking him, laying my drained out IQ points to the ground before him, giving my life to him to never have any goals again than getting swole and partying half naked to his great songs.

‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

And as the song faded, my favourite song from my favourite artist, my thoughts faded into simplicity, my IQ settling at a comfy 85, one standard deviance below average, right before the beginning of a light learning disability. Not that I was interested in complex stuff like that anymore. Or even able to comprehend it. All I knew was that I had reached the jerk spot, that sweet spot right between your everyday stupidity and concerning imbecility, where I was still able to manage my daily routine and training plans, but was assured to get a headache from hard stuff like… doing equations and reading science stuff. So I think I‘ll make sure to stay far away from that shit from now on!

I put the song on repeat to make my IQ click into place and lock it where it was to make sure I‘d never lose that silly happiness and fun a jerk like me enjoyed. And I proudly sang along:

‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘

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iguana-eyanna · 1 year

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Baby Girl

Pairing: Niall Horan x curvy reader

Summary: after a night of drinking, you and Niall realize that you're more than flirtatious friends

Warnings: mature themes, explicit language and unprotected sex.

The music was thumping, the bass reverberating through the club as Niall and you made your way to the bar. You were both a little tipsy, having indulged in a few too many drinks during the night out with their friends. The playful banter that had become both your trademark was in full swing, as you teased each other with witty comebacks and flirtatious remarks.

"I swear that these heels would be the death of me." You said out loud.

"Thought you had that spot reserved for me?" Niall asked, smirking as he closed in.

You rolled your eyes as you turn around, grinding in front of him seductively.

"Try all you want lover boy, but you can't handle all of this." You said, biting your bottom lip as your cheeks heated up.

Niall couldn't deny of how much he needed you.

"I'll do my best."

You met on the Voice where you did a guest appearance. He thanked Kelly as you were a guest on her show to promote your latest album. Once you said you were a fan of the singing competition show, Kelly invited you with no hesitance. You kicked it off with the other judges as Kelly introduced you to Niall after the show. He was blown away by your voice and the way you brightened up the room.

You two kicked it off quite strongly, already skipping the awkward of meeting someone for the first time. Everyone witnessed it. Tabloids and late night shows were already skeptilizing that you two were an item. Kelley, Chance, and Blake would even tease Niall when he was tying the knot with you.

All he could do was chuckle and shake his head.

But tonight, with the alcohol fueling his emotions, he found himself looking at you differently. Everything about you was beautiful to him, and he couldn't help but admire how you carried yourself with such grace and charm.

As you stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender to take their order, Niall's gaze lingered. You were wearing a stunning green dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to touch you, to taste your lips.

Niall leaned in closer to your ear, whispering with his husky voice. "What can I get you, Baby Girl?"

Your cheeks flushed at Niall's sudden change in tone. You were used to your flirty banter with him, but the way he called you "baby girl" sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him either, and the alcohol was making your inhibitions slip away.

"You know what I like," you replied, with your voice slightly breathless.

Niall ordered drinks and you two found a quiet corner to sit in. As the night went on, your conversation grew more intimate, and touches more lingering.

"I never realized you wanted to be an author." Niall asks when he just asked you what occupation you would do if you didn't pursue music.

"Yeah, I really loved to write stories when I was kid. When I got older, I took every opportunity just to write. Had to wake up from that dream when my University denied to publish one of my works I was most proud of."

"Hey." Niall said, placing a gentle hand on your thigh.

"They don't deserve to have your works publish, you can do that yourself, cause you know why? You're the most talented, gorgeous person I know. Those who say otherwise can come through me." Niall said, defending your honor.

The sexual tension between you two was palpable, and Niall found it harder and harder to resist the temptation to kiss you.

You could visibly see him staring at your lips, but you realized that this wasn't the right moment.

With enough drunken courage, you dared to say the sentence that would change your friendship forever.

"How far is your place from here?"

Before he knew it, you were both outside, the cool night air hitting you two as you stumbled towards an Uber. Niall's hand found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You didn't protest, instead leaning into his touch, your own hands gripping his shoulders. The ride felt like an eternity, as you tried to take your hands away from him but you couldn't.

When you reached Niall's apartment, the moment of truth arrived. Niall hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been one for casual hookups, but he couldn't deny these feelings stirring inside his chest. And the way you looked at him with those dark, longing eyes made him lose all reason.

Without another word, Niall pulled the reader into his apartment and closed the door behind them.

You leaned towards the wall as you tried to untie the strings of your heels.

Niall closed the distance between you and whispered to you.

"Let me."

He slowly bends and unties the wraps around your legs. You look down, thinking this is the most sexiest thing anyone has down for you. Once he was done, you lift his chin up to connect your eyes back to his.

"I need to know what we're about to do isn't a mistake. I don't to be a regret."

Niall got up, hovering as his hand leaned over you as your back laid flat to the wall.

"You will never be a regret. I want this, and I want you... more than you know."

Without hesitation, your lips crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss, hands roaming each other's bodies with urgency. The heat between the two of you was electric, as the desire for each other reached a fever pitch.

Niall's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he whispered against your lips, "You're mine, baby girl."

Your breath hitched at his words, and found yourself melting into Niall's embrace. His hands traveled to the back of your dress, trying to find your zipper as you tried unbuckling his pants.

You both staggered upstairs half dressed as you landed onto his bed. His piercing blue eyes try to memorize every part of your skin. All was left was your underwear and Niall had to resist from tearing it straight off your body. He uses his finger to drag down the little material and trailed it down your legs.

He released a breath, sitting up a bit. He combs his fingers through your hair and kisses you softly. You melt under his hot touch as you closed your eyes. Niall hastily undresses himself soon he finds his hands on your waist, steadying you on top of him.

You gasp as you began to feel him within you. His hands hold you tighter as you began to have a steady rhythm.

"God, you're fuckin''- perfect." Niall huffs out.

You smirked down at him as you bite your bottom lip.

"I can say the same about you..." you teased.

Niall became undone with your words. Your confidence, your beauty, and damn that luscious body - all he could see was stars.

You thought the same about him: the way he held you so tenderly and how his eyes looked up to you like you were a goddess.

You both wished that the night wouldn't end.

By the end, you two were breathless (almost lifeless too.) You laid down next to him, placing a hand on Niall's heaving chest.

"Next time, you're on top." You said, catching your breath.

Niall looks over at you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Next time?" He asks.

"Well, we'll just see by morning." You said, knowing he's teasing you as you're already sinking in the pillow next to him.

His hands glue back to your side as he pulls you in.

"Oh, you'll like what I have planned," he said before you two drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you felt light-headed as you turned around to meet Niall. He was nowhere to be found. You thought he somehow left for work but you were gladly wrong when you saw him coming in shirtless, holding a tray of breakfast and drinks.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted coffee or juice, so I made both." Niall said, walking towards the bed and laid the breakfast tray on the mattress.

You smile , holding the blanket over your chest as you sat up.

"It's definitely a coffee morning." You said, grabbing the mug.

"Wanted treat my baby girl." he said as he grabbed the other glass, taking a sip.

"Thank you Ni, you're definitely the sweetest man I ever met." You said, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

His cheeks grew red by your action, so he took your free hand and kissed it.

"I want to spend these mornings with you, and hopefully to be with you if you'd like to." He asks, his heart slightly thumping as he awaits your answer.

You place the coffee down by his nightstand and turn to him, smiling like you're lovesick.

"I'd like that very much." You said, as you two began to kiss and laid down on the bed.

Let's just say the breakfast Niall just made was long forgotten.

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quinnthebard · 6 months

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Wildly late wip wednesday oops (but still on time)

It's the tiefling celebration Astarion romance scene but my spin on it with Sarynna. Enjoy lol

Astarion x Named!Tav (Sarynna) | NSFW | Character Spoilers based on reveals in Act 2 | biting

Eyes closed, Astarion waited perched against a tree at the edge of a familiar glade. Perhaps it’d ruin the mood to choose the same place he had interrogated Sarynna the other day but the mood was ruined long ago, long before he had met her. He didn’t need to be fully mentally involved, just physically. And he’d proven time and again that he was very capable at that.

Just another mark. Those were the words that chanted in his mind, a mantra that kept reality in check. Just because he wasn’t escorting her back to her death didn’t mean that it was all that different from then. A deep breath in, then out. Besides, it was so clear Sarynna wanted this and who could blame her? He’s beautiful. He could hear the pounding of her blood as she approached him, the flush of her cheeks from the wine she guzzled like the waters of life. The silly thing might not even properly remember everything come morning.

Were he so lucky.

Although, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to forget her performance. It stirred something within him. Something familiar yet distant. He dared not dwell on what that could mean and regardless, it was quite the spectacle. At least that wasn’t a lie when he propositioned her earlier.

“—waiting. Waiting since the moment…” He huffed. His normal lines couldn’t work this time. Not since he held a dagger to her throat. But… Astarion thought to the way Sarynna’s heart raced when he fed from her. Maybe she was into that? He frowned—not his place to judge. “…waiting since the moment I set eyes on you.” Pointing at the empty space ahead of him, he tilted his head as he rehearsed. “Waiting to have you.”

“You don’t have me yet.”

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge and he whipped his head to look from where he hid. There, across the glade, Sarynna walked toward him, full of grace despite the alcohol running hot in her cheeks. He concentrates on softening the angles of his face, the furrow of his brow. It just wouldn’t do to ruin the mood by immediately scowling at her but, really, she shouldn’t sneak up on him like that.

Flashing a smile, his favorite, the charming one that always seemed to get him what he needed, he turned his body to properly face her, sauntering over to meet her in the center of the clearing.

“Don’t I? You’re here. And I don’t think you want to talk.” He watched her down the bridge of his nose, peering at her as she peered back at him with a subtle curve to her cupid’s bow, lips gently parted. “I think you want to be known. To be tasted.”

Sarynna blinked. “And what do you want?” Her voice was low, near a whisper.

Almost chuckling, he grinned at her. “What do any of us want? Pleasure. Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To lose yourself in me?” He held his hand suspended between them, a gesture of welcoming, an invitation. He beckoned to her with an open palm.

With her subtle nod, he knew he had won the chase. Now it’s his turn to enact his own performance. Cupping her cheek in his hand, he closed the gap between them, his cool skin brushing against her warmth. Her tentative reciprocation rapidly melted away under the sensual need to taste him in turn, plump lips pressed against his. Soft moans and mutterings reached his ears—a soft, sensual song that was meant only for him. An encore of earlier’s event that only he would have the pleasure of experiencing.

This was his element and in it she was the puppet and he the master. Finally, the master.

Hands roamed, hers and his, searching and exploring, tracing all exposed skin—uncovering that which was hidden. Her giggle as he lifted her against a tree was musical. All of her was reminiscent of her craft. The way she walked was like a dance. Her laugh, a song. Her words, poetry. He would play her like the instrument of his salvation she was.

She was tough. She could handle it if she were to find out his true motivations—gods forbid. Someone who killed for a living had to live with harsher realities than this if she were to find out. He understood the weight and how it settled on the soul. His actions would hardly be a grain of sand compared to the heft of the sin of survival. The reminder didn’t make any of this feel better.

Astarion’s musings were interrupted as she broke their kiss, gasping for air. A hint of playfulness shone through her eyes. A flick of her head shifted her hair away from her shoulders, revealing her neck. Her milky skin almost glowed in the moonlight and the shadows cast across it accentuated her steady pulse of life. The thought of it nearly made him lick his lips.

Gods, this woman had just as much potential to ruin him as he hoped she could deliver him safely back to the city.

When he didn’t act on her offer immediately, she took the lead, twisting until her momentum moved them away from the tree and onto the ground. Her hands ran up his sides, leaving a trail heat in their wake. Under her guidance, he allowed her to roll them until he straddled her hips from above. Her chest heaved from excitement and effort, her breasts pert from the crisp air and inner heat of arousal. With pupils blown wide and breathless, she smiled.

“I trust you.”

He didn’t quite believe it—just pretty words from a pretty woman—but if a meal were on offer, he’d be a fool to refuse. Gently, he threaded his fingers in her hair, cupping the back of her head. Astarion held her still and leaned down as her heart raced but before he savored the main course, he teased.

First, he took her earlobe between his teeth, nipping lightly and relishing in the way her back arched pressing her hips against him. The quiver of her lips as her moans slipped through shook his resolve but he persevered, ignoring the ache at his core. There were more important matters at the moment. His lips slid down her throat, once he licked—just a flick of the tongue—and her moans crescendoed. He almost purred at her reaction to his ministrations.

But the most potent noise she made was when his fangs sunk into her flesh. At the same moment the taste of her blood hit his tongue, she gasped a breathy noise making him twitch and strain against his trousers. He only drank enough to feel invigorated and the intense sense of contentment—dare he say happiness—swelled within and when he pulled back to look down at Sarynna, he was caught off guard by how happy she appeared as well.

Her hand reached up to him, cupping his cheek as her thumb wiped her blood from his lips. But then her face became thoughtful and, after a moment of consideration, she brought her thumb to her own lips, licking it clean. He definitely tried not to imagine her doing the same to his cock.

Saving him from his thoughts, she returned her hand to his face and brought her own up to kiss him. With parted lips, she granted him entry and their tongues twined. Hands greedily ran down his back as they tasted of each other, the blood and the spit, their very essences intertwined as they participated in the primal act.

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domaslut · 1 year

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Could you write a one-shot with Merula x female reader pleaseee! Maybe at a common room/hogwarts party where they have their first kiss :)

AUTHOR NOTE: aww, thank you so much for the request! I hope you are going to enjoy the reading. I love Merula from the bottom of my heart. I am sorry it took longer than I had originally planned, but I got really busy. Can’t wait to work on the other three I have got :)

Pairing: Merula x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Prompt: in which you share your first kiss with Merula at a party, while she rants about muggle music.

I HATE MUGGLE MUSIC.

When Ben invited you over for a party, you expected baloons, food and your friends to sing along the new song released by “The Weird Sisters”, but apparently you were wrong. While the atmosphere was pretty cheerful, most of your friends were silently listening to muggle music, gulping down butterbeer and shrugging casually at the lyrics. It was a disaster.

You blinked skeptically, as you took a deep breath, made your way to Ben and greeted him with a soft smile “I thought we had agreed to boost out some good music for the night… – you started, eyeing your friend expectantly from behind your long eyelashes – Don’t you think we should switch it up on stuff they are used to?” you suggested, before involving him into a warm hug. Your friend chuckled and hugged you back, patting on the leather fabric of your black jacket.

“Oh, well, judging by your daring look, you were really hoping on some magical rock music, weren’t you?” Ben noted, checking your outfit out rather patently. To that, you simply smiled proudly and twirled around to show off your impeccable choice of clothes. You really had a good taste, but you were certain that your friendship with the Ravenclaw stylist, Andre, had increased your self-esteem and highened your standards in picking the perfect outfit for each event.

“Seriously, though, you should consider something everyone can easily enjoy. – you insisted, once you made eye-contact with him again – Maybe, later on. The night is young and I think people are more invested into food rather than dancing right now…Speaking of which, as a matter of fact, I’m pretty hungry too. See you around!” you added, your eyes now focused on the large table decorated in candles, techicolor baloons and delicious trays of food. Before you could even hear Ben babbling out a proper response, you had already made your way to the table and now, empty plate in hand, you were pondering which canapé you should have tried first.

“Oh, there you are! You are in late. That is so unusual of you. Yet, I could not expect less from the star that you are” a familiar voice pierced your ears, earning a eye-roll from you. Although you had somehow mutually stopped holding a grudge and your relationship had gradually turned into a more lively and good one, Merula Snyde could never miss her chance to tease you. You had even been out on a few dates together in past. Yet, sadly, none of you two had decided to take your relationship on another level.

“It’s good to see you too, Merula. – you started, filling your plate up quickly with some random appetizers – Are you enjoying the party? I guess you are. Well, at least, now. I’m pretty sure were bored… Eager to see me, weren’t you?” you teased her back, flashing a lovely smile at your former rival.

The purple-eyed witch grinned and took a sip of her butterbeer “Woah, guess what, you might be right for once! This music is revolting. It’s hurting my ears. Is that the obnoxious genre muggles listen to? Because, honestly, it sucks” she blurted out, the tone of her voice dripping sarcasm and annoyance.

You giggled, gesturing for her to take a seat with you and share your food “Well, I have already asked Ben to switch it up at some point. Let’s just enjoy food and the fact that we are no longer at each others throats, shall we?” you joked, earning a side-eye from your crush. You were glad she had decided to come too. You did not get to see her much during summer and you were truly longing for more contact with her. You craved her presence. You cared about Merula, about your bond, even after everything she had put your through durimg your first years at Hogwarts.

“I heard that sharing food is something people do not particularly like to do, unless they actually care about someone… Should I feel flattered?” the brunette noted, slumping down into the soft, red couch in the corner of your friend’s living room.

You chuckled and took a small bite of a sandwitch “Yeah, you definitely should. I tend not to share” you mumbled casually, glacing briefly at her. She smirked and winked at you, a faint blush tinging her cheeks of a dark shade of red “Really? That sounds good. I don’t share either, keep that in mind” she said, emphasizing the negative of her sentence.

Your lips parted, as you frowned and started processing the meaning of her flirtatious actions and the coquettish words that had fallen from her lips. You were about to say something, when your own words resounded in your head and your breath itched. You had not realized how indefinite and equivocal your words had been until she had boldly decided to give them a meaning you actually did not mind her choosing.

“What’s wrong with you? I haven’t jinxed you, have I?” she joked, snapping you out of your stream of consciousness.

You shook your head and grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly “It’s okay, I guess. – you paused, your eyes softening as your gaze trailed up to her face – It’s just… Uhm, you know, I have missed you” you confessed, clearing your throat in nervousness. She looked gorgeous, as she had always been. You had grown up together, you had blossomed into two beautiful, indipendent and strong witches. Maybe two stubborn witches.

Merula stared at you, her gaze lingering on your hand holding her one. It felt good. She was not used to kindness and affection. She was not used to love. She had only experienced it with you and she would have been a liar, if she had said she had not missed you, missed the sneaky glances and the hugs you shared, or the way you always had her back. She was in love with you and it was frightening. You were her greatest weakness.

“Did you?” she whispered, her rough tone long forgotten as she gulped down nervously.

You sighed, your grip on her hand softening “Quite terribly, truth to be told” you murmured, searching for her eyes. Did she feel what you did? She had flirted with you, even though she was not aware of your real intentions. She was not slapping your hand away and she had not left the party, that was true, indeed. Still, why nor you, neither her did not take their chances to make the next step?

A drink, you needed a drink.

“I’ll be right back, alright? I need something refreshing to drink” you declared then, letting gently go of her hand as you stood up.

You glanced over your shoulder, before leaving, spotting Merula staring up at you with a thin-lipped smile and rounded eyes boring holes in your back. Was she panicking? However, you did not investigate her expression further and walked over the hall to get yourself a glass of water.

Were you just feeling too much love for her that you had ended up allucinating things?

It was just when you had reached the middle of the room, among a crowd of people attempting to dance, that you heard her calling out your name. You stopped in your tracks, turning around slowly to face your interlocutor. She was standing a few feet away from you, her hands gripping her black skirt, clenching the fabric carelessly, and her eyes were sparkling in joy.

“I was thinking that, yes, I hate muggle music. But I have been listening to it for two hours straight now, even before you joined the party. – she began, taking a step towards you – It seems like Copper likes ‘love songs’ and… Bloody hell, what I am trying to say is that I’ve had enough time to think about you and about us. I like you a lot, okay? Those stupid songs have helped me to realise that I no longer want to spend my days dreaming about us. I want us to be a thing. We can have what other people have too” she quipped out, dropping her mask and swallowing her pride.

You were speechless, your head was spinning and all you could focus on was her, in the middle of the room, sorrounded by dozens of murmuring people. Merula Snyde hated talking about feelings, especially when it was her feeling she was talking about. She had changed. Something had changed between you two.

“Merula…” you breathed out, timidly approaching her. Nothing mattered anymore. Your vision was blurry, except for her face.

She rubbed the back of her neck in distress, her eyes daggers on your friends waiting for your next move “Could you stop staring, you freaks?!” she barked out, earning a heartfelt laughter from you. Mere inches were now standing between you two. You had never been this close before, at least, not with your heart racing into your chest and a wide smile curling your lips. You had never been happier.

“I hate muggle music too” you just said, making her smile weakly. In your peripheral, you saw Ben rolling his eyes at your statement and you chuckled. Merula rarely smiled, yet you loved when she let herself care and feel something.

“Wanna give your friends something to talk about for weeks? Because, you know, a wonderful idea has just popped in my mind and you should trust the most powerful witch–…” you cut her off, but not the way you did when you used to be kids fighting over childish stuff. You did it the way ‘adults did’, just like you two were in a movie. Your lips were dancing over hers, eliciting a gasp from that rogue of a witch you had fallen madly in love with.

Your bravery had once again made you take the leap. She smiled against your lips, her chapped ones moving in sync with yours and her unexperienced fingers running through your hair. Although you were keeping your eyes shut, you felt people’s gaze on you.

However, not only you were used to the feeling of being on the spotlight, but unlike the other occasions you felt oddly comfortable in being the center of people’s attention this time. You were not alone. You were celebrating love, a pure feeling generating happiness. There were no monsters to fight back, no curses to break or dark wizards to defeat: it was just Merula and you and a warm feeling enveloping your stomach.

When you finally parted, you took a deep breath and pressed your forehead against her one. She was panting too, her cheeks rosy and she smiled at you oh so brightly.

“I love you, L/N” she breathed out. Your heart skipped a beat and a tear fell from your lashes as you nodded and pecked her lips once again.

“It took you long enough, Merula”.

#merula x jacob's sibling #merula snyde x mc #merula snyde #harry potter hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts game #harry potter series #hogwarts mystery #gryffindor #slyherin #ravenclaw #penny haywood #barnaby lee #felix rosier #tulip karasu #hogwarts mc #rowan khanna

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isolenmlyswear69 · 2 years

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My personal Hc’s about Eddie Munsons

Disclaimer: everyone is entitled to their own opinions on characters and I won’t judge you if you don’t judge me , this is my own personal preference and beliefs

Warnings : cursing, not proof read because I’m lazy so I’m sorry, and NSFW themes so 18+ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

Eddie Munson smells like weed, cigarettes, and some shitty drugs store cologne he stole bought when he was younger and thought smelled manly

He is very judgmental about your music choice, doesn’t matter if he’s in love with you or not will not stand for any music other than his heavy metal and rock and will make it know to you

He has no routine in his life whatever and because of that his hygiene isn’t the best, he showers maybe 2-3 time a week and I don’t think he’s brushed his hair is years, and he probably often will forget to put on deodorant or brush his teeth , but he does try his best to remember so it’s not terrible

His hands are covered in calluses, he’s not sure how he developed them but it’s probably from playing on his guitar so much, that his safe space and he always is playing it

Wayne give Eddie all his advice, with not only school, work ethic, or music taste, but with the laddies too. Wayne would always sit Eddie down if he asked him about something and give hime the best advice he could at the time and Eddie takes it all to heart

NSFW THEMES MINORS BE GONE

I don’t care how many bitches he would pull now a-days , this man is labeled the town “freak” and a devil worshiping advocate, this man is a virgin and the closest he has ever got to seeing boobs is in a magazine that’s shoved under his bed

Eddie has a severe praise kink and even the slightest bit of it he will melt into you and do absolutely anything to make you say it more

He wants to learn everything so bad, how to go down on you, how to finger you / give you a hj, make you feel good in any way possible, and he’s SO attentive he will watch you and the minute he sees whatever he’s doing feels good he will engrave it in his memory so he can do it over and over and over

Eddie has came in his pants before from a make out and light grinding on his lap, and he was bright red and very embarrassed about how easy and fast he came

If you have a pussy he has definitely had a ring accidentally come off while fingering you, and had to fish it out. After that rings were BANED from fore play

He most definitely got his dick pierced when he was drunk on a dare cause he thought it was metal , and it has gotten caught and snagged on his clothes before

#eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #stranger things season four

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petitelepus · 8 days

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Hey is it alright if I ask for a normal human and demon matchup? If you can’t do both, then I’d like a normal human matchup. I’m a 23 year old (24 this June) straight, 5’8” Mexican American female who’s currently in university as a history major. I’m a Catholic who’s trying to improve my faith. At first I can be quiet and shy, but once I warm up I’m pretty fun and chill. I overthink, fear getting judged, and can get sad from time to time, but I’m going to therapy for it. I listen to different kinds of music, but my favorites are 80’s, a bit of Eurovision, and kpop (mainly girl groups. I’m even in our club's dance group). I watch anime, youtube clips, some family guy and south park, older disney and nick shows/movies I grew up watching, and a few dramas/documentaries (started shogun and need to finish it, along with quiet on set). My guilty pleasure clips/shows include maury, jerry springer, and dance moms. Something I’d like to get back to doing again is reading since I don’t as much as I used to. Thanks in advance!

I match you with Kyojuro Rengoku!

Kyojuro probably is kind and happy so when you met he most likely introduced himself loudly and this can be a little intimidating to some people. When he notices you flinch a little, he lowers his voice immediately and introduces himself more quietly.

He will praise your beauty and your faith also, so count him excited when you feel comfortable enough to smile and have a chill conversation with him. He is still loud, but now you know that it's not on purpose.

The Flame Hashira loves history! The man likes to think that we can learn from the past so the next generations don't make the same mistakes as people living before them did.

Kyojuro is happy that you are seeing a therapist and always encourages you to go and meet them if there are things he can't help you with or if there are things you don't dare to share with him.

He just wants you to know that no matter what you do, he won't judge you. He knows what it's like to have your own inner Demons haunting you, so he tries to support you in slaying that inner Demon of yours!

Kyojuro has a little hearing problem so you may have to play your music a little harder for him to be able to fully hear it, but you don't mind since it's your favorite music. He will smile and nod quietly as he listens to the songs you like and then nods and exclaims, "You have good taste in music!"

He is also interested in the different series you might be watching. Kyojuro loves cartoons, like anime and Disney movies, but he can see the appeal in all the drama that happens behind the scenes.

The Flame Hashira will gladly help you to find and obtain copies of your childhood series and movies because those things hold the most memories and can act as a temporary portal back to your youth.

That, and he is also interested to see what shows you grew up watching. There must be something he likes also and wants to see with you!

I also match you with Kyogai!

The Demon likes you immediately. You're quiet and barely speak, but you are a good listener and once you get comfortable around him, you start to show your relaxed nature more and he enjoys that also. You're also very pretty.

Kyogai knows better than no one how it feels to be... Sad and judged. His writing and drum playing have always been criticized, but you are the first one to show him kindness.

With his obsession to become stronger and be worthy, it's up to you to go to him and tell him that he is perfect as he is. Maybe you could ask him if he would like to come to see your therapist with you? But he feels that he can trust his feelings and insecurities to you because you understand him.

Kyogai is a little old-fashioned so he doesn't necessarily understand your taste in music, but as he listens he learns that the music you listen to may reflect on you and he grows to like them because you do. He may try to copy some of your favorite songs with his drums. Sometimes he fails, but he does succeed also and all the work is worth it when he sees you smile.

He is eager to watch the cartoon and reality drama with you. The Demon likes the music in anime and Disney movies and how there is a happy ending to most of them. He hopes he can get his happy ending with you.

#demon slayer matchup #anikpopfan #demon slayer #matchup #kyojuro rengoku #kyogai #demon slayer kyogai #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #Sorry that you had to wait so long!#ENJOY!

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hedgewyse · 2 years

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 (𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄) 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

TYSM for the tag @misspoetree 💕 you have excellent taste in music and television! 😎 and I loooove the way you've described that beautiful red😽 (prev version is here)

Favourite colour: Grey because it goes with everything. Grey because it makes you focus on my words and my expertise, not on what I look like. Grey because we fade into this life from it, and out again to it, and the universe is vast and uncaring. Grey because the colour of the overcast sky and rain dirty streets in the winter sings to my petrichor soul. Grey because it's the name of an old lover that I've never gotten over. Grey because it slips unseen into the background. Grey because it elevates every other colour around it and asks for nothing in return.

They asked me this question in my interview for my current job, and I don't think they were expecting an actual answer :D

Currently reading: I've never, ever read only one thing at once, so deep breath;

"No Comment" on Ao3, which is a Minho/Jisung StrayKids fic.

I'm re-reading "Vurt" by Jeff Noon, which is a very trippy old scifi book about drugs and VR (sort of) and street gangs and such. It drips language as worldbuilding and I love that.

"On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous" by Ocean Vuong, because I kept seeing so many heart wrenching quotes about the human mess between loving and living and coming to terms with otherness and trauma, and I eventually gave in and bought it, and now it's my cafe reading because it's the kind of book you have to inhale slowly and hold for a moment to savour.

And "Implementing Microsoft Azure Architect Technologies" because I'm still a nerd.

Last song: Pretty much looping a lot of Jackson Wang rn. Cruel has just come out, Blow is still a masterpiece. I am loving his new direction so much, it's deliciously broken. The actual last song on my spotify is Cult Leader by King Mala.

Last series: The last one I binged was Sandman (Netflix) because it came out last Friday and some people came over, but like with the books I never just watch one thing. Main things currently; in the middle of "3 will be free" (Thai, Youtube, more poly rep please!), Bulgasal (Korean, Netflix, almost done), Taxi Driver (Korean, Netflix, only started), and the usual continuous rewatch of The Untamed which gets me through the year.

Last movie: Yaksha Ruthless Operations (because Jinyoung, obvs), though last cinema movie was Everything Everywhere All at Once, which had a very enjoyable amount of Chinese language as well as being generally excellent :)

Currently working on: I have a full time job, but apart from that I'm working on two fics (a Devil Judge one because I will never never never be over it, and a Jinyoung/Wang Yibo one because... yeah, y'know I don't really understand the reason for that one either). I'm trying really hard to improve my writing because I keep going back and seeing lots of descriptions and feelings I should have added in and I'm trying to do that better at the editing stage rather than seeing gaps later when it's too late. And also organising a schedule of social activities for the IRL local tech group I'm part of (but starting to hate it, ngl, shush don't tell anyone).

Tagging people is absolutely the hardest part, but heyho. Pretty sure some of you beautiful people have already, but if not then bare your souls (or not) as much as you dare! @hilema @pleasecallmesweetie @callipigio @maleficent-cannoli @mangacat201 @bitsandpiecesofwhoiam @soglideaway @gaym3bo1

#get to know you #nine people is too much pressure holy smokes #i hate tagging i mess it up every time

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TARA! Enough now. Leave Sam alone. She was in a bad place and needed someone. She trusted Richie, it's not her fault that he turned out to be a vile loser pathetic excuse of a man fucker. I'm sure Sam feels guilty enough already. I do NOT appreciate any Sam slander. If you keep this up, I WILL fight your tiny ass. (I'm not much taller but I'll protect Sam)

Tara, I mean it. Stop avoiding and ignoring Sam and act like an adult. I got my eyes on you girlie.

A movie night without popcorn is not acceptable. Sam getting some specifically for R is so adorable. I love her so much. Though it IS quite a daring and dumb idea to go alone and leave the other two at home... The call is such a great idea. We love a smart and caring lady.

SAM NO! NOT HER PLEASE. Bitch Tara you can't just sacrifice Sam like that!! Come on now. I gasped out loud when she shut the door. Poor Sam, Tara can be so cruel. I swear to you Tara, if anything happens to Sam I will come for you.

Great. Now Richie can easily disarm the alarm. Well done Tara. That's what you get for leaving Sam. Karma is a bitch.

If only Tara would give a tiny bit of her concern for R to Sam... (I don't even know at what point this turned into me simping for Sam. It started with absolutely loving Tara and R... oopsie)

You go Tara, beat that fucker to a pulp. What a true girlboss!

Hell yes R! Stab him to pieces and save your grumpy grudeg holding girl.

Lol, of course Tara enjoys the sight of R stabbing someone. That girl really is deranged, I love it!

"Equilibrium" another Google worthy word. English course with Mika. I can get behind that!

Oh Richie boy you're in trouble. Hurting R was your biggest mistake. Tsrs well obliterate your stinky ass now.

Lol Richie head soup. Dinner is served. But damn, if he is missing an eye Tara really went all out, didn't she? Love that for her.

Now that is poetic. Tara loves blood. The taste, the feeling and smell. Yet when it comes from the person she loves, she absolutely despises it.

Sam baby girl you're okay! Thank God.

AWW! Sam is willing to take the fall for Tara. My heart can't take it, she is so sweet and cute and hot and protective. I love Sam so much. She's the best. With your stories I always stray with my affection from the intended person to someone else. In your Wednesday stories it's my true love Thing and here it's Sam. But it's so easy to fall for a different character because your writing is just so gripping and wonderful!

"Plus, Tara would never lie to you" oh honey if only you knew... poor innocent R.

Tara come on now. Yes, you protected R and we all love you for it but let Sam protect you now. She's back and she loves you.

Sonic the Hedgehog music... Darling I'm not judging. If that music helped you create this masterpiece, then go ahead and listen to all the weird music you want! 😉

To no one's surprise, this was fantastic. I especially loved the tension. It felt so raw and real. And obviously Sam. She's the best. Well done, friend!

ok part 2 🙏

this whole message is so sam-oriented omg. a blessing 🥰

me while writing the story LMAO

If only Tara would give a tiny bit of her concern for R to Sam... (I don't even know at what point this turned into me simping for Sam. It started with absolutely loving Tara and R... oopsie)

PLS this happened to me while watching the actual movies. showed up for tara and ended up leaving with sam taking up 90% of my thoughts afterward

"Equilibrium" another Google worthy word. English course with Mika. I can get behind that!

always happy to expand your english vocabulary 😌

Lol Richie head soup. Dinner is served. But damn, if he is missing an eye Tara really went all out, didn't she? Love that for her.

Now that is poetic. Tara loves blood. The taste, the feeling and smell. Yet when it comes from the person she loves, she absolutely despises it.

not the head soup 😭😭 but yes, she obliterated him<3 she made good on her promise!

and yeah, i liked the idea of that. it was something i added after i finished the initial story because, though my version of tara is pretty...psychopath adjacent, i wanted her to be pretty deeply affected by what happened and the fact that it's (kinda) her fault

please same. sam and her martyr complex are just so<333 and the way she kills people. she's just 10/10, y'know? and me making the side characters more lovable than the main characters in my stories is so funny omg 😭

Sonic the Hedgehog music... Darling I'm not judging. If that music helped you create this masterpiece, then go ahead and listen to all the weird music you want! 😉

LMAOOO i was slowly losing my sanity and it shows! sonic music slaps tho ngl

To no one's surprise, this was fantastic. I especially loved the tension. It felt so raw and real. And obviously Sam. She's the best. Well done, friend!

thank you so much pls, i'm just 💞💗💖💘

waking up to your messages and comments after i post a story is like a dopamine rush! thank you for reading and taking the time to type out your reactions (especially for long ones like this), they were entertaining as always 🙏‼️

#clexa is forever #sam nation rise!

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izanas-servant · 2 years

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Hello. May I request a matchup for Tokyo revengers? I don’t have a preference for the gender to be matched with.

Interests: gaming, drawing, cooking, listening to music( preference leaning to emotional and sad music), writing, sewing

I am an optimist but tend to turn pessimistic often cause I’m really sensitive, and overthink a lot even the minute of things. I am very shy and irritable, I cannot converse with strangers at all. I often doubt myself. I am very clumsy. Sometimes I do lie but it's because I do not like to hurt others.

I am very honest and loyal to the people I am close to, I am a foodie, a very lazy person. I like to be in a world with me and my thoughts. I am kind of scared of being pointed out at or scolded. I am an open-minded person. I love music, and I really appreciate all kinds of music. I like watching anime and reading books. I dislike people who use harsh words when they can be told in a polite/better way. I am good at taking care of others, I don't judge people quickly, I observe a lot and I am bad at communicating overall, especially my feelings. I am an introvert and don’t feel comfortable in social situations. It drains me a lot. I prefer to be at home all the time. It’s hard for me to trust, but once I do, it’s for a lifetime. If the trust is broken, I completely shut the other person off from my life, and that’s why I think I need a person who is patient and wait till I come out of my shell. I am not attention-seeking, but I love it when people give me attention. I secretly crave it.

Thank you in advance

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A/N: hehe I had really fun writing that and yea I hope you like it too <3

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Your Tokyo Revengers matchup is…

HINATA

Why?

Ahhhhhhhhh our girl is just so cute and will give you all the time you need

I just think spending time with her would be so much fun

Imagine cooking together with her

About your taste in music I guess she would accept it but is also worried!

I know that sad music can be very good and just because a person listens to that kind of music it doesn't mean they are depressed or something!

And even if there was anything that made you sad she will talk to you about it and is a good listener

I also think she gives good advices

Hinata will also try her best to protect you it doesn't matter if it's some people who bother you or anything else

She just thinks everybody should accept the way you are and don't judge you for being and introvert or shy

And she also makes it clear to everyone so they won't even dare to say harsh words to you

Our baby is just so protective

Hinata will give you all of her attention whenever you two are together or if she dont sees you for a long time she will text you often and if you are comfortable with it call you

Also Hinata is one of the most loyal people ever!

You can tell her everything it will be save with her

I think the only thing she want you to change is to lie just to don't hurt others

Please don't get me wrong she would never judge you for that she is just worried

At all I just think she will love you for just the way you are so don't worry that much and enjoy your time with her <3

#hinata tachibana #tokyo revengers #headcanon #matchups #hinata tokyo revengers

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bronanlynch · 6 months

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managed to keep most of the categories fairly concise this week, please clap (this is partially bc I was busy and not doing as much ~media consumption as usual but shhh)

listening (podcast): as usual I am keeping up with Palisade, which really does just keep being So Much. you would think things might calm down after disarming every single sun-destroying bomb and assassinating a god-emperor but no things have not calmed down and it's great

also continuing to make my way through the Great Gundam Project episodes on 0079, which is making me miss those characters and especially Sayla :( I miss my girl :(

listening (music): did a lot of driving this past weekend which means listening to car CDs which means no new music. shout out to classic staples like Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace and All Signs Point to Lauderdale by A Day to Remember, which is a genuinely good song but also the first line is literally "I hate this town" so adjust your opinion of my music taste accordingly

reading: once again reading The Death I Gave Him (sci-fi Hamlet retelling by Em X. Liu) which continues to fucking rule. I'm enjoying that the Ophelia figure is getting a little bit of a Laertes arc, which is fun, love it when Ophelia gets to be a bit vengeful as a treat

also, I've started reading The Imperial Uncle, a court intrigue danmei novel by Da Feng Gua Guo (published in English by the same people who published/translated Golden Terrace/Golden Stage, which is how I found out about it). I'm having a lot of fun with it so far, I'm always a fan of political intrigue, especially political intrigue that is also a family drama, and the premise of it is that the main character has a reputation as scheming & untrustworthy that he's leaning into in order to prevent a coup that his friends are planning, all of which is catnip to me personally. also I enjoy that not only is the main character married, as someone in his position in this context would have been expected to be, but he's also textually slept with people who aren't the love interest. I think that's fun! I like when characters have histories and exist in contexts! and also I sometimes get bored when the main couple have never had a single relationship other than each other sorry

watching: still keeping up with Bakeoff. I'm sad that Rowan & Nicky are gone because I really liked both of them, even if I think it was fair that they're the ones who left two weeks ago. I was a bit surprised that is was Dana this past week though, like I get why she was in the running to leave but I didn't think she did that badly, y'know? anyway, absolutely loved the theme. as a guy who loves desserts that aren't too sweet and also floral flavors, I enjoyed that they were doing botanicals. although I think more of them could've afforded to be a little more daring tbh like come on, hibiscus is a flavor that plenty of them already use in other challenges, get weirder with it. I don't blame people for shying away from rose because the judges are always talking about how they hate it when someone puts "too much" rose in something, but I love rose flavor so I think they're all cowards

we have also been watching more ZZ Gundam. we've gotten to the new opening, and I've gotta say, the first one was a lot more of a bop, but alas. I don't have a whole lot that's new to say because it's mostly like, I'm having fun, I like Judau and his friends, I miss Kamille and Char, I wish there weren't so much weird misogyny sometimes, I love to see Haman, etc. actually the main new thing I have to say is that the set of episodes where they're lost in the desert is like, it feels like they're trying to make a point about how it's bad that these people trying to live their lives have gotten caught up in the fighting between two imperial powers neither of whom care about the collateral damage because they're too busy trying to kill each other in giant death machines, but the show doesn't let the characters or the audience sit with that or allow much interiority for the people living in the village (other than the woman who was in love with one of the soldiers and wants to die while vindicating his choice to also pilot a giant death machine which. we don't have time to unpack all that) so Imo it falls flat as a critique and ends up wrapping back around to being kinda orientalist

also saw a play that was a comedy retelling of Dracula which was. well. overall it was mostly fun, it was campy, the costuming was delightful, I mostly had a good time despite a couple of pretty odd adaptational choices. however. there were parts of it that I did not enjoy and those parts were the transmisogyny. I wish I could say I was surprised that something that was billed as "gender-bending" and "for the gays and the theys" had some pretty uhhh blatant transmisogyny in it but. unfortunately here we are, and unfortunately marketing yourself as queer-friendly doesn't prevent you from having a running "joke" about how a female character played by a man is ugly & unlovable. it's uncomfortable and bad and kinda soured me on the play as a whole which is a shame because it could have been so good otherwise. what if we as a society decided to tell jokes that are actually funny instead of relying on transmisogynistic caricatures. what if.

playing: still on Ace Attorney 5, and now that Pearl is back it really feels like the people making this game were not confident that people would be invested in the new characters so they have to keep bringing back the old ones. I like Pearl! but we've had multiple games with Pearl already and Trucy has barely been in AA5 at all, so why can't we have Trucy as the assistant for the rest of this case? tbh I think this case especially would be stronger if the points of view you got were Athena and Apollo like, you can investigate as Apollo, Trucy tags along and then gives information to Athena even though he doesn't want her to, and then you play as Athena for the trial with Phoenix there for moral support. please Capcom. please I love Phoenix but it doesn't really feel like they're doing much with him here so I would rather focus on the new characters who haven't gotten as a much screentime instead

making: we've gotten to back to assembling Miorine. she has two eyebrows and a torso now (picture taken before we did the torso)

alas, poor Mi-Yorick

drinking: according to the internet some recipes for an aviation leave out the creme de violette which I think is a crime. that's the whole point. anyway. had a very good aviation which did in fact include the violette and it fucked. shout out to gin drinks that don't include tonic water

writing: worked on a fic for a zine check-in, got rejected from a different zine that I was really interested in. the epic highs and lows of trying to get your writing read by more people than your roommate and maybe a mutual or two

#dreaming.txt #weekly media roundup post

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rollingdumpsterfire · 6 months

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Found another French press and I’m slowly getting some semblance of normal mornings back, which I’ve missed. I set Howl’s Moving Castle down on the counter, pages-down, so while I wait for the water to boil, and while I let the coffee steep, I can get another chapter in. Leaving the book on the counter like that makes me pick it up when I’m waiting for things to boil. Lots of instant ramen and linguine with scratch-made red sauce to power through lately.

“What a very elegant way of making coffee!” I remember a Radiologist telling me when I explained what a French press was. The kettle begins to whine, stopping me mid-sentence in the book about Sofie’s boldness as an old woman. I pour the kettled water over the grounds in the press and shuffle around for a spoon.

“Damn. I need to stop wasting spoons like this”, as I root around for the last spoon, quickly stir in my coffee, and rinse it off to set it aside for my cereal. “Huh, four minutes, that’s shorter than I originally thought”, the instructions say. I’d usually let the coffee sit for ten. “Well, it’s not like I won’t taste the difference” I chuckle to myself, sparking up a reason why I even crave mornings like these in the first place. Immediate mental damage shaken off.

A silence fills the apartment.

I still can’t tell if I like these kinds of silences or not. The first time it happened was when I had gotten on the phone with many friends that day offering their support I always shrink away from.

"Come over, we'll cry and watch movies."

"Drive up here and stay the night, we'll play board games!"

"This is last minute, but come to my bachelor party at my house!"

After the last friend hanging on the phone said “I just got into work, call you tomorrow?” and hung up, it was there for the first time. I stared down a half-empty apartment. You know the silence, when you’re alone and have been crying over something permanent but your body has just decided it’s over doing that mechanism. You’ve taken that last hiccupped breath, wiped your last tear, and blown your nose for the last time. That silence. What the fuck IS that silence? It’s happened more than once, too.

For a person who remembers hating silences off all kind, trying to fill a room with a record, or just powering through the stigma of making full-blown conversations with themselves. I learned to hate that inner voice. He was so jaded, so negative, so matter-of-fact. He was as sharp as a tack though. He would shield me from disappointment because worse-case scenario; I always knew it would end this way. Best case? I'm pleasantly surprised. It was never a silent moment with you, though. Anything to shut him up.

“No way we have the same exact music tastes!”

“Why do they call him Sterling and not just Archer?”

“If you were a bee what bee would you be?”

I was slingshot back to the reality of my current situation.

Chapter Six: In Where Howl Expresses His Feelings With Green Slime. Setting the book back pages-down, (listen, you'll be FINE it wont LIVE like that, besides-- you don't even want to know what happened to my copy of Catch-22), I root around for a mug, as if I'm not already going for my black and white "Eat the Rich" mug you got me two birthdays ago that I haven't washed since. I take my coffee black, and it's MY mug don't you dare fuckin' judge me! (by the way:

Yes that new Two Door Cinema club record is great, Sam crushes those guitar riffs.

It's a play on 007 where other characters call him Bond and not James.

A busy buzzy bee.)

My whirlwind of a roommate, went off to work after a night of debate of whether or not we need to go to a hospital. It's not that I didn't believe them of their sharp rib pain, it's just not enough to quantify an emergency and we would be stuck in the ER for hours only to be potentially told "we don't know what's wrong, here's some pain killers you can't afford, and off you go!" I don't even know who to be angriest at in this scenario, but I'll always kick myself first. Damn me and not being at the Doctor level yet. Damn me and being smart enough to know that I'm not smart enough to give a definitive answer on what ails them. FUCK me for being unwilling to feel their pain because if I give more empathy it'll complicate their feelings towards me, since admitting they had a crush on me the day before. I really don't need that on my plate right now.

There it is again. That damned silence.

Recovering again from those mental blows to myself, I reflexively go to the fridge to aim for that hazelnut creamer that you liked. Laughing to myself "having a coffee addiction but can't take it black." I touch my temple now from that psychic pain.

"Why do you snowball like this?" I say to myself soon after, switching gears to reach for my own milk for cereal, only to ultimately decide against it and close the door. I take the green book, set my mug on the coffee table and lay myself down on the couch with my left leg hanging over the edge. I look over the top of the book to the same perspective where you'd work and I'd read in absolute silence.

I learned to be welcoming of my own thoughts through the quiet times. I'm still the extrovert and needs to fill the air with noise. I used to make noise to shut up that angrier, self-loathing, inner bastard. This chapter of life though, having nothing going on, and no one to talk to made moments OF talking to friends all the sweeter. You showed me that.

I was emotionally damaged when we met so I remember often, looking up and choking on my own words for fear of letting you know more about me. I just got used to not saying anything when we hung out. I was busy being in my own head though.

I would make myself uncomfortable because I felt guilty that I was just in my head and not actually present with you. I KNOW you were okay with that, more than okay, you loved me more for it-- I just wasn't. The more and more these thoughts cycled in my head the more resentment I grew. At myself. It festered horridly. You ran around cleaning or cooking or working on your art, and I would check in "Need me to do something?" I didn't ask because I genuinely wanted to help I asked because I felt the guilt of being just inside my own head and paying you no mind. Secretly kind of liking it.

I didn't lie about loving you--it just made anything that you did that bothered me all the worse. All relationships have speed bumps, my spiraling made them mountains. Is this how you felt, in those pictures where you're deep in thought and you didn't say anything until the idea of me got away from you and what reality me would actually say? Yes, of course I don't have to move in with you! I know it's too early, but opportunities like this are weird like that in relationships, why have you been holding that in this whole time? You know you can talk to be about anything when it happens? You know with me there's always a compromise, right? You know it's not healthy to be hung up on an ex, right? Do I actually love you, or is it that "idea-of love" trope? Did I actually give in to "the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody" subconsciously? Did I give in to that initial terrible thought when we started dating that you were just a rebound? Sorry I'm freaking out about moving in with you, but it's too soon, yeah? Uh oh, I've had a dream about this, where we are dating but I'm not happy being with you, it's not coming true, is it?! Am I admitting I actually don't see a future with you? Am I subconsciously looking for the next person and refuse to give up what I have and let that jerk voice win? Did I just find someone else? Did I lose a different opportunity because I couldn't get it together fast enough? Again? Why am I like this? Would you have actually done those awful things if my situation was different? You know if you stopped trying to appease everybody you wouldn't be in this mess right? Do you like the drama secretly? Did you invite that chaos because you're bored? You're just a womanizer just like every other guy, aren't you? You try to go against that in every way but you're no different when push comes to shove, right? What could have done different with--?

"Just give me a second to breathe!"

I catch up to my runaway daydream.

That silence returns.

"Shit." I stare at my empty cup of coffee, which usually meant I would have to start the French Press Process all over again, but I always fill the press with water so there's two cups. Whether or not it's a leftover habit is unimportant, anyway. I shuffle over to the kitchen and fill my mug again. I turn my back, mug in hand and lean on the counter. The cold coffee touching my lips.

"Yeah, I've missed mornings like these."

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lesterlatte · 3 years

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So i'm making my general playlist just with a complete variety of music I know and like and oh my gosh this is the most chaotic playlist I've ever seen hdjdkdk

Heres a screenshot of part of it (its like 3 hours long so this is only a small part)

Like come on you can't tell me that's not whiplash in a playlist LMAOO

#come judge my music taste I dare you #jdjskskdk #its a mess #im a mess #wbk #truly out here exposing myself #BRO IMAGINE LISTENING TO FKN BVB AND THEN HEART ATTACK BY LOONA COMES ON

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ryosmne · 2 years

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Calling out AOT simps.

Hey again, I did this last time with jjk, here's the aot version cause I felt like it, been pretty sick recently and bored out of my mind. This isn't ment to disrespect anyone, everything I say is meant as a joke and not to be taken to heart. I included the characters I already have an opinion on, idk maybe I'll expand the list. Anyways enjoy reading :>

Hange simps: Ok I see y'all, you're valid af, Henge is Hella hot but on a serious note how's your mental health doing? Carrying your friends issues isn't fun, pls take a break, have a cookie and sleep in fuzzy blankets you deserve it. They'd treat you like royalty, I can't roast you, congratulations on your choices. Either just as insanely upbeat as them or very relaxed and you need a person with a very upbeat personality to keep you leveled. 10/10 you're sweethearts and I've never seen an army of simps as hot and with different styles. Casual indie music enjoyer<3

Levi simps: You have attachment issues. There I said it. It's been like what? 9 years since the anime came out and you're still so down bad for this man ever since he baybladed his way into your heart. Most of y'all would drop every anime crush for him, he's top dog for you. Let's face it no one could get him to open up but I don't think you're ready for this conversation. Your family knows about Levi, your friends know about Levi, you're probably never letting him go. For that I'll say you're extremely loyal also you have unrealistic standards in dating. Pretty sure you're great cooks. You have low-key adapted his personality and you're badasses. Also valid 10/10 I think you like chill rnb, idk I can't read y'all.

Mikasa simps: You fell for her cause she's hella strong and gorgeous, she deserves the world and so do you, but for the love of God if I see another word about the unspeakable things you'd do with her menstrural products im coming for your internet connections. I'll skip the obvious need you have for her to beat you up, I love her too I'm down bad for her but I get my daily dose of grass touching, y'all should try it too. I hope you know she hasn't washed her scarf ever since eren gave it to her. 9/10 you need to chill, fucking mappa made us all feral. Dark clothes, You listen to mitski.

Eren simps: Welcome to group therapy, do you want to share something with the circle or shall I go first? :> You have extremely unhealthy habits. No you don't need more caffeine for today, I beg you have a sip of water and some fruit. You don't care if he destroyed everything on earth as long as you got destroyed by him too. You probably read a lot of modern au fics to escape the pain (don't be shy drop your recs in my comments pls, it's a need at this point). If you started the simping campaign in season four you probably simped for Levi before that. You now have a thing for long hair and man buns now. Dog person, alternative look idk I picture y'all with piercings and tattoos. You believe in traumatising people back, who am I to judge? How does it feel to have your entire simp list be villains? If mikasa simps need to touch grass y'all should probably go to a field and start chewing it up, you know what I'm talking about, I won't elaborate. 15/10 if you also simp for his Titan form, bmth enjoyer, if you don't know what music to play you go an Eren Jaeger playlist.

Reiner simps: Who hurt you? I'll just say it, daddy issues. You think you can be a therapist to him, probably give him comfort, you can't I'm sorry. I feel like he'd treat you ok, but please stop going after people who have issues it's not good for you. But I feel you he's so hot and troubled also honkers. You have a thing for big chested anime men, probably also a toji or Nanami simp, dare I say Yami? Can I be honest tho I really like y'all, you're chill and gorgeous with taste, I can ignore the mental health issues too cause this man is something else. 20/10 you give me grunge music vibes.

Armin: Smarty pants, you like control. I low-key think you're a bit crazy in a good way, you seem very calculated but lmao every decision you make is last minute :') you are very well spoken and seemingly calm. He'd treat you great I can't roast you at all, I'm sorry. 10/10 very good choice, let the rest of us burn, dark/light academia aesthetic, I think you get down to some K-pop.

Jean simps: People of culture, you're also cocky like him but not as hot headed. Another man that would give you the world, I also can't roast you, you make better decisions than I ever did in my life. MCU fan. You have a thing for side characters, I think you always like someone other than the MC. You have a thing for hands. 10/10 great street style looks, classic rock enjoyer.

Erwin: Unhealthy, he'd lead you to death just so he could see that basement. He's a crazy bastard, make better choices, you don't deserve to be eaten by titans. You have a thing for authority figures. -100/10 I picture y'all in sundresses and you'd look amazing, you deserve better.

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lebenspurpur · 3 years

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AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓

Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

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