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clanwarrior-tumbly · 16 days

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Remember the Pokémon trainer ask with having pokepastas in their team? Could I maybe request something angsty?~ basically can I get headcanons of Arven and Kieran’s reaction to finding out Trainer got in a accident and was suffering from VERY lethal injuries and in panic missingno..basically messed them up into a pokepasta trainer,kinda corpse looking and now in never ending pain because of the raw wounds that never fully Heal but ofc take medication to numb the pain down and look out now for they’re friends so they don’t suffer the same fate? :))

Oh btw have a nice day or night!!! Remember to drink water!

Arven

From the moment he, Penny, and Nemona discovered your team enjoying a picnic...he always wondered how you got something like Missingno on your side.

But since it nearly corrupted his damn pokedex trying to just get information on it AND you were reluctant to share your past, he figured you'd just say "don't ask questions you don't want answers to" and end the convo right there.

He definitely wouldn't let Mabosstiff near it.

Last time he went near a Pokémon nobody should've known about...he almost lost his companion.

From time to time, he catches glimpses of your wounds (not during picnics ofc), bandages, and the medication Nurse Miriam prescribed to you, and suggests you save some of the herbs for yourself.

And they do help with your pain management when incorporated into tea or sandwiches (especially the salty herba mystica, which relieves your aches for a little while).

They're not miracle cures, but it's something.

Eventually, there comes a point where you know Arven wants to understand how you acquired Missingno, why you have so many ghastly Pokémon by your side, and why you were determined to defend him and the others down in Area Zero.

So you sit down and explain how you found it by accident in Kanto, caught it, and realized it was simply a lonely creature who wanted a trainer it could love and protect. Like any other Pokémon.

Yet you didn't realize the extreme lengths it would go to achieve that goal....until you nearly suffered a lethal wild Pokémon attack (it was in the dead of night, and you were ambushed while chasing after what you thought was a shiny).

You were bleeding out, bones broken and gaping wounds all over your body, and unconsciously begged for help-

And Missingno somehow heeded your call, escaping its pokeball and reviving you.

But in doing so, you were brought back as a zombie..one who still remembers the pain of that night and often cursed the glitch for not letting you die.

In time though you've made peace with it, knowing you were stuck this way now and it wouldn't let you go...

To the point where it erased its own pokeball from existence and became a constant presence around you, invisible aside from a few occasional glitch particles.

Yet you knew Missingno didn't mean any ill intent--all it wanted to do was save you.

Now you vowed to save others so they didn't suffer the same fate as you, whether that be haunted Pokémon left abandoned in some town or atop a mountain or your human friends in Area Zero.

Your pains aren't as severe now thanks to the meds, and you're grateful for Arven introducing you to herba mystica.

You were afraid he was gonna be freaked out by your story (or not believe you), but..while he finds it horrific and sad at first, he understands you better and is simply glad you're here now.

He's also happy to help his buddy manage their pain better, even if the remedies are only temporary.

Kieran

You had to bandage and conceal a great deal of your wounds so nobody at BB Academy got concerned, with DISABLED giving you a consistent best Heal Pulse to ensure your chronic pain wasn't debilitating).

Even so, Kieran assumes you got better over the past year and is desperate to battle you and win Missingno..something he vowed to acquire after realizing he'll never get Ogerpon.

You try explaining that it's literally impossible for you to surrender it, and it's too dangerous to bring it into a battle anyway, but he thinks you're just lying to him again and bragging.

In the back of his mind, though...he kept wondering why you had so many injuries..

Ofc..he's too focused on being stronger than you to ask you.

But after seeing Missingno come out (in its Fossil Aerodactyl form) and literally glitch Terapagos' beam out of existence and use Cut on multiple falling rocks---he was amazed.

You finally invite him to your dorm to talk after the mochi mayhem events, knowing he deserved some answers.

He sees the pain meds littered all over your countertop, and you finally reveal to him why you need those, why you look the way you do, and why you keep Missingno around:

Basically, after catching and befriending it, you got attacked by some wild Pokémon, and they would've left you for dead had it not intervened.

You made it feel loved, cherished, never using it as a weapon or an infinite item dispenser...and it couldn't watch you bleed to death.

So it saved your life, but it came with a great cost: neverending physical pain with your wounds never fully healing.

You used to curse Missingno for not letting you go, trying to release it several times to no avail, and just being miserable in general.

Yet once you realized it attracted more misunderstood, tortured, and damaged Pokémon to your side..you came to forgive it, knowing it was just like them despite its uncanny appearance: a creature who just wanted to protect its trainer.

Now you take medication (and a few leaves of herba mystica) to numb the pain down, so it didn't hurt as much as it did before.

You wouldn't want anybody to have a brush with death like you did. Not even your worst enemy.

That's why you went so far to protect your friends in Area Zero, especially Kieran.

After hearing your story, he felt so torn up and guilty--and convinced he was being "overdramatic".

You were still suffering all along, for years..and he had no idea, only thinking about himself and his selfish ways and how his pain couldn't possibly compare to-

But you stop your friend from spiraling, holding him and letting him cry out all of his renewed guilt, telling him that his own suffering was valid, too.

He was starting to look like a corpse with the dark circles and paler complexion....and it scared you.

Seems like he took "I wanna be like you" a bit too literally.

But you're glad Missingno saved you--otherwise you never would've gotten the chance to meet him and help him become more confident in himself (ofc you wish things were different before and didn't require you shattering his confidence first).

Since that conversation, Kieran starts taking better care of himself and makes a promise to protect you.

Not from physical threats per se as you're basically immortal, but from rude stares and whispers of how "creepy" you are.

He tends to hug you a lot and lend you his jacket for warmth if you ever get cold in class or in the polar biome.

It does help with the chills you get so often, and makes you feel grateful that you two were still friends despite everything.

#we are baaaaack with pokepastas #clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon arven #pokemon kieran #pokepasta x reader #missingno #tw death #tw body horror #headcanons #platonic

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rzyraffek · 8 months

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Could you please do headcanons Slashers (like Michael, Brahms, Billy, The Sinclair brothers) as caregivers for their S/O who is an age regressor

Or headcanons for those Slashers when they find out their s/o is an age regressor?

Okay I acually went and educated myself on this topic for you my dear anon🥰🌼

if your uncomfortable with topic of age regression pls dont read that😭

So basically as far as I understand age regression means that somone acts like child due to some traumatic event??? And like they act childlike and participate in child typical activies (such as drawing with crayons, speaking like a toddler, drinking from bottles ect) if i make headcanon that don't make any sense im sorry! I have no experience with this topic! ALSO this is pure platonic! Age regression isn't a kink or a fetish!!

Slashers with age regressor y/n

Brahms Heelshire

Tbh y/n acting childish kinda woke up his inner child, CUZ HE LITTERALY GOT LOCKED IN WALLS IN AGE OF LIKE 10 so he kinda missed out on some fun stuff

100% plays hide and seek! Or tag! My man loves some good round of hide and seek, this place is huge! *insert british accent* "oh you little scallop... if I find you I will tickle you so hard..."

Question: age regression is like temporary or like forever thing? Like regressor acts like that when they are in bad metal state or just always? Bcs if always then it might be hard with Brahms, see he kinda.... has mommy's issues has huge need to be taken care of, probably similar to y/n's, he kinda wants a person who will just pamper him and make him feel like he's the single child yknow? All the attention on him? Yknow what i mean??

If y/n draws him something nice, dude will put it on a fridge with a magnet and be proud

If thats like temporary thing, he acaully will ask a lot of questions: how should he act? Do you remember anything? How does it work? Can he get some cuddles? Do you still love him while regressing? (Ofc you do, but he doest understand)

Billy Lenz

You guys vibe

Dude won't see any difrence😭

Yay one more reason to watch cartoons together! (His favorite ponny is rarity and fluttershy)

If y/n babytalks and uses toddler-like vocabulary... dude will mimic it😭 he just thinks that will help with communication😭 its not like you guys struggle with it or anything, Billy is just build like that

Yall draw together, his artstyle already looks like toddler drew it (not in cute way)

Plays dolls with y/n (but he acually makes it interesting! Like he makes it all dramatic and the tea is just jawdropping)

Also don't bother explaining what is age regression, just say "sometimes I act like kid to cope"😭

Micheal Myers

Judges

But kinda likes it, not in weird way! He enjoys taking care of y/n, but he has his own ways of doing so

He won't play with them or let them cuddle him too much

But he accepts little drawings and stickers that y/n gives him

He is still stalking them, making sure noone tries to bully them or anything

He is very protective, for example if y/n cuts their finger while making food, dude is all over them: Oh no no dont cry! Uhhh.... uhhh oh! See a pretty bandage? With puppies! Pls dont cry...

On rare days he is acually around (phicially i mean, cuz hes always around just not interacting with y/n) and it happens for him to be in good mood too, he will let y/n nap on him or put some stickers on his outfit- he never takes them of btw, the only reason that stickers wash of is the field he 'works' in? Yknow a lot of mud blood and water. He also holds y/n hand if they are spooked

And he fucking loves fluttershy and applejack

Steals some cute shirts and socks for them!

Sinclair Bros

Bo is the least understanding, tbh he will lisen to y/n only if they have very good relationship

Vince is just 👍

And Lester is acually very open to the idea

Drawing and playing dolls with Vincent

Going on cool drives with Lester

And napping with Bo

Whole fridge is covered in drawings and cute magnets

All Vincent's notebooks and Lester truck covered in stickers

Even Bo gun didnt escape the sticker apocalypse

Vince made special wax figurines for y/n

Lester calls them "kiddo" 😭😭

Bo puts his hand on their head and rubs it till their hair goes all puffy

They all act like older brothers who have to take care of younger siblings while perents are away😭😭

Vince acually vents to regressing y/n and they are just like: "man I just wanna pet the dog"

Bonus round! Added few more!!

Bubba Sawyer

Bestie vibes

Yall just spend time playing with dolls and drawing together

Absolutely lets y/n nap on him

He totally combs their hair and puts them in nice bun (or if y/n has short hair he will just brush it)

He kinda sees age regression as lil break from reality? Like you two can just vibe and act they way you want to😊 he enjoys, cuz tbh he do be acting like child(not in bad way!) And his happy that you both can do all those child-like activities without being judged by other person

Bit y/n once

Asa Emory

Ew a child

I mean

Idk he gives me "the dad that never has time for u cuz he has too much work"

Like yep he will read y/n a bed time story and he will tell them all about bugs and nature. But hes busy most of time

OMG ABOUT BED TIME STORIES Asa will read you one but he is so exhausted that he acually falls asleep first

He trusts them and knows that even whilr regressing they wont do anything dumb, but he still bans them from his 'workroom' theres... well some photos and drawings of victims and i doubt y/n wants to see it

Lets them sit on his lap while he reads newspaper like middle-aged man he is

Gives lil head kisses before sleep

Bug themed plushies and figures

Makes y/n watch animal planet and bbc nature with him

When he's out for longer periods of time he will buy them McDonald's as an apology

Welp

Done. I hope it makes sense! I never witnessed anyone age regress so idk how relatable it is!! I used x reader tags only to reach bigger audience

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #brahms heelsire #brahms x reader #micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer #age regression #sfw agere #request open #asa x reader

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thecynthh · 4 months

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smart ass - M.S pt 5

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to help him

notes - NOT PROOF READ, lowercase intention smut near the end, aftercare cus thats what matt specializes in, cuddles

a/n - uhm idk if yalls could tell, or if u knew but i’m a virgin and have never kissed anyone so 🫣

leave some suggestions for chris or matt fics for me to write pls as well :3

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present day a few days after their second study session

y/n pov

matt s 🐼

hey message me when ur leaving ur house. 8:46

btw we r ordering food to the house cus i dont wanna get gas. 8:47

text me what u want from CFA. 8:47

you

what in the flying fuck is CFA? 8:49

matt s 🐼

uhm hello? kid, how do u not know what CFA is???? 8:49

you

abbreviations like this is what's wrong with our generation… 8:50

matt s 🐼

kay ur so weird omfg. 5:50

CFA clearly means chick-fil-a smartass 🙄. 8:51

you

oh well then 😋. nuggets and waffle fries please 🛐🛐. 8:52

and sunjoy btww. 8:52

matt s 🐼

ew u like sunjoy? 8:53

you

u like rootbear don’t talk to me ✋. 8:52

and let me in pls im already outside :). 8:52

read at 8:52

i sling my bag over my shoulder and leave my car, waiting outside the large house with thrilling anticipation as i wait for matt to open the door. I see the fluff of his brown locks and a sweater similar to the one i’ve seen him wear before at school. i dont know why i get giddy when i see him, i dont know how we went to only speaking when madi was around too greeting each other whenever we see each other in the halls or cafe or even in our shared classes.

matt and his brothers were some of my closest friends now, after madi introduced me to them at a party, both of us got insanely drunk and made me call off crazy drinking ever since. all i remember from that night was the way matt took care of me while i was in a very vulnerable state and didn’t take advantage of me. i haven’t told anyone but madi about what happened to me when i was younger, and i’m glad she’s still taken her promise to heart, the only thing that telling her about my past shit did was make her and i closer.

i see matt in full view after he opens the door, “hey!” i say with a cheery expression despite how late it was for me.

“heyyy, thanks for coming by the way, even though you had a shift earlier.” he says sheepishly, before i left for work he messaged me begging to have another study session because he had more questions about the essay part of the exam. “oh hey lemme put your stuff in my room, just chill on the couch before the food gets here.” i pass him my backpack and laptop as he begins to walk down a hallway to make it to his room.

i move through the small entryway and become more apparent in his brothers view, “heyy y/n” nick says moving up to me for a hug, i take in his embrace.

“hi nick!!” i say excitedly. other than matt, ive hung out with nick a lot too, madi always has him over at her apartment, and even the three of us have made it a plan to meet up at our favourite bakery and talk for however long we want too a couple times a week. out of the little over a month i’ve know the triplets, nick has made a huge impact on me, and i felt safe around him, as well as chris and matt.

he lets go of me while i walk over to a slumped over chris on the couch, when he realised i was here he sits up on the edge of the couch. “sup chris,” i dap him up doing a little bro half hug with him.

“always nice to see you y/n,” he says as our arms unfold from the middle of us. i take a seat next to him with a comfortable amount of distance between us. matt returns not too long after i greet everyone. He sits down between chris and i and nick returns from the kitchen with a pepsi, root beer, bottled water and a lemonade, passing out everyone's drink knowing what each of us would ask for. matt and i give nick a thank you as he nods his head after.

nick stationed himself on the elongated part of the couch settling in with his fluffy blanket, he puts on a stranger thing episode and we all sit watching the tv. it only takes another five minutes of the episode for the doorbell to ring through the house. nick gets up immediately scurrying to the door with his fluffy blanket wrapped around him as he talks to the delivery man, thanking him and making small steps to see the rest of us. he comes back with two large bags of food planting them on the coffee table in front of all of us, before grabbing a tray of drinks after going back to the entrance.

“thank you for paying matty,” chris says, rubbing up again his brother with his lips pursed and now shoulder to shoulder with his older brother. i giggle at the sight, copying chris.

“mmmmh thanks mattyyyy” i say resting my head on the peak of his shoulder, pursing my lips as well and copying chris’ weird voice.

“you’re a fucking weirdo chris,” matt says in a disgusted voice flicking the other head that was very close to his face. “and you're welcome y/n.”

i laugh at chris’ overly dramatic reaction to what matt did to him. still giggling a bit at the sight of matt completely ignoring his brothers reaction, I say “just tell me how much i own you.”

“eh, don’t worry about it, it’s on me, plus save up for that new laptop you were talking about. i know how much you want it,” i blush slightly.

“aww thank you then,” i wrap my arms around him and squeeze him, he hands me the food that i asked for and retract back onto the couch.

“by the way, what time are we planning to stay up till? i told madi that i’ll tell her when i was heading home.” i saw looking at matt.

“well its kinda late so if you wanna stay in the guest room, im fine with that.” matt says, moving his head towards me, then breaking eye contact with the tv screen.

“im ay okay with that if you wanna stay over! plus you know your way around the house,” nick says giving his approval to matts idea of staying over.

“mhm im chill with it,” chris simply says.

“uhh yeah then, i'm down, thanks!”

we eat then say goodnight to nick and chris before we go to matt's room for some studying.

i lay down onto his bed as he walks over to his bathroom to change into some comfier clothes. while hes in there i start to think about our first study session when i found out matt had a crush on me. i thought it was very cute, but it made matt awkward on our last study night. i’m glad that he's eased up now, i just acted like i didn’t know anything and didn’t want to push on how he was feeling because I knew it would make his anxiety worse.

i come back to my senses seeing matt reappear from the bathroom door. we stayed on track for studying for an hour and a half before we eventually put on brooklyn 99 on in the background and talked.

“so, the retake is in a couple days, you think you’re ready?” i was hopeful he would be good by then because tonight felt very productive. I quizzed him on a couple of important ideas while he was playing with a baseball, throwing it up and down in the air. i learnt that he understands stuff better when he is doing something with his hands, it keeps him focused.

“hm, i’m not too sure, maybe another study sesh the day after tomorrow so by friday i’ll have all the stuff we went over fresh in my mind.” the baseball still gets thrown up and falls down in front of his face, with his hand waiting to catch it before it smacks him right on his nose. “thanks again for this,” i hear him catch it one more time before he moves his hand away from his face and looks at me just to the right of him. i'm hovering over him slightly, his eyes glow the brightest in the slight illumination from the lamp we always use when we study.

“yeah of course matt, you're my friend anyways.” our faces mirror each other, his eyes roam my faces while his hand holds the side of my face.

i toss my hair to the side of my head to lean down to kiss matt, he immediately returns the kiss enveloping my bottom lip with his. i moan into his mouth feeling him push me down and dominate me. one of his hands rests on my hip keeping me down as i pull him down with my legs letting him top me. most of his body is pressed down to mine, i lift my hips to give myself some kind of sensation i desperately crave for.

“fuck, i’m sorry are you okay with this?” matt says when he disconnects us.

i cup his chin bringing him a little closer, “i really fucking like you matt, please don’t stop.”

a smirk grows onto his face, “i really fucking like you too, you’re lucky i do.” he becomes more unserious pecking little kisses amoungst my face making a very loud “mwah” sound with each of he presses into my skin.

“matttt” i say through my sour looking face while he shows his affection.

“okay, okay, i’m done. but uh, how about we kiss again, didn’t get a good feel of it the first time.” he says with a knowing smirk on his face. i use my hand to weave through his brunette hair pulling him towards me again, we share a more passionate kiss, with knowing and love rather than lust.

it doesn’t take us long till things got more serious, his lips attach to my neck instantly sucking multiple hickeys into visible spots on my neck, moving down to my collar bone and eventually to the full and plump part of my boob. this is where my dream stopped last week, ive been trying to ignore it for the longest time but being in the moment now after thinking about it in my head makes it feel even more surreal.

his hand sneaks to the bottom of my fresh love shirt that i took from matt’s drawers when i found out i was sleeping here his fingers feel the hem of it. “is it alright if i take your shirt off?” he says with a quiet voice, almost afraid of what i’ll say.

i quickly nod in reply but that doesn’t seem good enough for him.

“words smart ass, i need words.” he says with a little bit of a condescending tone to his love tainted words.

“yes matt, you can take my shirt off too.” i say with a small giggle following after it.

he lifts the fabric to uncover the same white lace bra i was wearing while i slept over at his house by accident. “mh, i’ve been dreaming about this for a while ever since i saw you in it that morning,” he kisses the lace that travels to the small connecting piece of fabric between the two cups of my bra.

“and i know you heard what chris said to me that morning, yet you still acted like nothing was wrong.” he moves his hand to my upper back placing his hand onto my bra strap, “hey, can i take this off?”

“mhm,” my lips sealed trying to conceal my response to the amazing feeling of his hands on my body, he undoes the clip on my back with skill and purpose. the touch of his fingertips grant goosebumps to my skin in a very arousing manner.

he pulls the dainty clothing article off my arms and throws it to the floor benign absolutely amazed by my tits, they weren’t much but it seemed like matt was under a spell, he latched his lips just above my nipple to give me more hickeys, he sucks and soothes repeating this multiple times before he eventually dips down to my nipple, i feel the rush of arousal arching slightly off the bed.

i moan in response to the new sensation, i’m not exactly a virgin, but i haven’t done anything like this in a while, let alone at all for god sake. he massages the other boob, playing with the nipple with his hand the opposite of the one his mouth is very focused on.

he finally comes up for air after a little bit teasing, my thighs rub together and sits up to rip his shirt off to match my level of revealing skin, off goes his sweats as well leaving him in just his boxers, “matt, oh my god” i'm out of breath and very needy.

he continues a trail of kisses down to my clothes pussy, he looks up at me while holding the stretchy waistband of my pants, i give him a vigorous nod knowing what he was asking for.

he slides them completely off leaving me in just my underwear. he plants another sweet kids over my clothed heat which milks another desperate moan from me. “matt wait-“ he immediately comes up from my bottom half and lays beside me listening to me.

“hey we don’t have too if you don’t want too, i’m down if you just wanna go to bed in the other room, or even if you just wanna stay here and cuddle for the rest of the night.” he says before i can go ahead with what i was thinking.

“no, no i really want too it’s just, i haven’t really… done this before.” i tell him, he seems almost fully unaffected by my words.

“that’s fine, i’m here to make you feel good,” he places his hand nearing my core again, he rubs my panties over my clit moving down to feel the very apparent wet spot. “wow i’ve barely touched you and your so worked up,” his voice was sultry with a hint of a condescending tone.

“m-matt please” i struggle to say feeling the pressure he's putting down onto my throbbing clit.

“i’m gonna take these off now, okay?” he says with his fingers wrapped around the thin string of my thong that’s barely covers anything.

he slips them off admiring the sight in front of him, i almost get self conscious wanting to cover myself up with his blankets. his head dips and his hands pant onto my hips and one on my inner thigh. his tongue makes very sudden contact with my clit, he sucks and swirls his tongue around it, feeling the very heavy pressure i arch my back slighting leaning forward into his face.

his finger creeps and teases my hole before he fully plunged it into me. i heavy moan escapes my lips, “quiet now princess, can’t let nick or chris hear you.”

he continues his movements stimulating both my clit and hole at the same time, “more, please” i say with a pleading tone. he removes his finger from inside of me and replaces it with his tongue and mouth. he absolutely devoured my pussy giving me as much pleasure as he could, his mouth moving back to my clip and he slid his finger back into me moving it at a moderate pace.

i don’t try very hard to conceal my very loud moans, as soon as matt enters a second finger into my dripping cunt, i release with a pornographic moan, squeezing his head between my legs. “holy shit matt,” he licks up all of my hot cum and comes back up to kiss me.

“mmh you did so well for me, you ready for me now?” i say a needy yes while he goes back to sit back on the his headboard. he removes his boxers with such haste letting his cock spring out with a bead of pre-cum leaking out. “i wanna watch you ride me, you control the pace and how deep you wanna go.” he whispers into my ear.

he lifts me on top of him, kissing him passionately while i grind down onto his twitching cock. he lets out a guttered groan “okay, let’s do this cause i could bust just from looking at you.”

he lines himself up and holds my hips while i sink down onto him. his so thick and long, i feel him in ever existing crevasse in my cunt. “fuck yes” i say letting out a heavy breath.

“holy shit you’re so tight-“ he says between his monas and hard breathes. i begin to move myself up and down slowly, whatever pain that came at first quickly moved to pleasure as i speed up my movements.

my tits bounce every time i move up or down, my movements are set at a constant pace, “matt, i think- i think i’m gonna cum.” i say, feeling his dick twitch in my pussy again.

“come for me baby, give it to me,” he says, taking me by my love handles and moving me up and down a little faster. i came hearing his words letting out a couple of breathy moans, he follows soon after me. i feel his thick long ropes of cum fill me up and come back down dripping onto his cock.

matt does a couple of slower pumps in and out of me to ride both of us through our highs. he picks me up as if i weigh nothing and puts me down beside him laying down onto the bed.

he goes into the bathroom to retrieve a small cloth and comes back to wipe me down. he does a couple of strips to pick up as much extra cum he could. i feel him hit my clit and i whimper loudly, “oh god, i’m sorry, i know your still sensitive.” once he’s finished he goes into the bathroom and cleans himself up.

fishing his boxers from the ground he slides them on and grabs my underwear and a large t-shirt from his closet. he hops onto the bed putting on my underwear and pulling me up to put on the shirt.

“mh thank you,” i say tired and groggy.

he plants a kiss onto my forehead “anything for you smart ass.”

he comes under the covers and wraps his arms around me, intertwining our legs. we sleep peacefully until the morning

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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I wanna write a fic about a comedian!reader just making jokes at the expense of Cap and she gets some good burns in and the reader doesn’t realise that he’s there with Sam or Bucky in the back and he’s just fuming. And then when her set is over, he confronts her either by following her home or just in the dressing room 🤤 also this is totally free for anyone willing to write it btw, I never see comedian!reader fics.

Title: Last Laugh

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Comedian!Reader

Summary: Your jokes land you in some hot water with their subject–Captain America. Turns out, America’s golden boy’s a bit of a bully–and you kind of like it.

Warnings: Mean Steve, Sub!Reader, Smut, Light BDSM, Semi-public sex, MINORS DNI

A/N: omg i wasn't expecting all of this to come from the relatively short idea i had in my head, but uh. things happen lol. i hope you all enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics!

“Capscicle is definitely the right way to describe him,” you say conspiratorially, like you’re whispering to the audience through the microphone. They laugh, of course. They’re eating it up, the audience erupting into low laughter right on cue. Even that is appropriate, it’s not the big laugh, the one that’s meant to buy you time to take a drink of water, maybe a few breaths between jokes if you’re lucky.

“They defrosted that guy what, like five, six years ago now, right?”

Steve clenches his fists.

This is the third show of yours he’s seen. The first was at a benefit–he doesn’t remember for what, something Tony organized–and he’d laughed along good naturedly and thought no more about it. Until Sam showed him the youtube video of your latest cold open for a larger comedian. You’d ribbed all of the Avengers, sure; they were hot gossip, always a crowd pleaser. But you seemed to enjoy digging at him especially, dropping hit after hit, and all of them at his expense.

“Captain white America.” You say, rolling your eyes. “No, no, I like, him, I do, he’s a nice guy. I met him, you know.”

He’s made sure to wear a hat, glasses. Still no facial hair, but it’s enough that no one recognizes him. No one’s expecting the butt of your jokes to be sitting in the audience, jaw clenched and lips pursed. Steve can take a joke–he can take a lot of jokes–but your lighthearted ribbing doesn’t feel so lighthearted, not when–

“So like… between you and me, guys… how many women d’you think have gotten, like, to see the shield up close, you know what I mean?” You wink, and the audience erupts into laughter. You hold the mic out towards the audience, and to Steve’s chagrin, people actually begin answering.

“Ten!”

“Twelve!”

“Five!”

You nod along encouragingly for a few seconds before you shake your head and screw your pretty face into a disbelieving scowl.

“Y’all buggin’, you know it’s none.”

There’s only a single beat of complete silence before raucous laughter erupts across the crowd, their disbelief, your delivery–it’s perfect. They laugh for a few minutes, and you, on cue, walk over to the stool that your glass of water rests on and take a deep sip.

“No, no, you know it’s none! Mister straight laced? Fucking? I can’t see it, I’m sorry. No, you know who fucks? The guy with the metal arm. I know he fucks.” This one earns you another loud round of laughter as Steve fumes silently. He’s taken great care to maintain a good reputation since he’s been back. There had been a time when standing up for one’s country was an unimpeachable act–now, apparently, it is fodder for the drivel that passes for comedy these days.

“The guy with the metal wings? Oh my god.” You stumble dramatically, and hold your hand tightly to your chest like you’re going to pass out. “He lays it down. I know it.” You look out over the audience and shake your head one last time. “But Cap? I’m not buying it. That man wears tightie whities. That is a man who is in the gym not because he wants to be, but because he needs to be. There’s nothing. Else.” You blow out a breath.

“I rest my case.”

The audience laughs again, and you give them a cheerful salute, your plump lips turning up into a bright smile.

“Thank you guys, it’s been a blast! Stay tuned for the main event, I hope you all have a good night!” They clap loudly and readily for you, and you give another little bow before slipping backstage. Steve is already standing up from his seat, shuffling over to the bar to keep you in sight. There’s a door behind the curtains, and with the flurry of activity on set, he manages to slip behind it, stepping into the long concrete hallway. There are a couple of doors, one clearly meant for the main act, closed, though he spies shapes moving under the door and hears the low murmur of speech when he presses his ear to it.

The other door is slightly ajar, and when he peers through the crack, he sees you sitting in an armchair as you toe off the red sneakers on your feet. You’re holding a phone to your ear, chatting in a quiet voice to someone on the other line.

“No, no, I think it actually went really well. Yeah, I’m excited to see you guys too, mom.”

Steve knocks on the doorframe, rapping his knuckles against it hard. He’s had weeks to stew in it, watching clips of your shows online as you dig at him. Tony and Sam tell him to take it all in good stride, and he’d certainly given it the old college try. But there was just something he couldn’t abide; maybe it was your smug fucking attitude, or the shit eating grin that graces your pouty lips after every jab–he doesn’t know. What he does know, is that it makes him want to put you in your place.

Tonight’s show especially.

Steve enjoys the surprised squeak you emit when you tug the door open fully, muttering a hushed “gotta go” to your mother, shoving the phone into your pocket.

“Mr.--”

“Steve.” He replies, taking off the glasses and shoving them into the pocket of his jacket. “Or Capscicle. Whichever you like.” You wince.

“Please. Why don’t you come in,” you say, stepping aside to allow him into the small dressing room. It’s clear you’re a little embarrassed, but it isn’t enough. It isn’t an apology.

Not yet.

He doesn’t sit down, leaning against the sparse vanity with his muscular arms crossed. Steve knows he’s big, intimidating. He’s counting on it. You shrink

“I take it you were, um. In the audience.”

Steve nods. “Oh yes, sweetheart. The whole time.” He cocks his head at you as his lip curls. “You know, in my day, it was just plain inappropriate to talk about a person in public like that.”

You swallow thickly, and his eyes track the movement. The skin of your throat looks soft, almost as soft as your lips as you sink your teeth anxiously into them.

“I… I–I know I can make some, er, raunchy jokes, but–”

“You think you’re funny?” He asks, leaning forward. You look like you want to melt into the chair, and you cast a furtive glance up at him.

“S-sir–”

He’s not sure why that sends a jolt through him, his cock throbbing in his pants. Something about the way you’re peering up at him through your lashes nervously as you fidget. He wants to hear it again.

“Oh look. You can be respectful,” he sneers, and when you look up at him with misty eyes, he has to shift so that you don’t see the outline of his cock beginning to press against the seam of his pants. “Amazing.” He can tell you’ve never been confronted over something you’ve said before, maybe it’s given you false confidence that no one ever would.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, looking down at your hands. You shift subtly, the movement so slight that Steve wouldn’t have seen it if he wasn’t paying such close attention. You squeeze your thighs together, your hands clenching on your jeans, and Steve’s eyes widen just a fraction at the sight.

Enjoying it. She’s enjoying it. You look away towards the door. And she hates it.

“What was that?” Steve leans forward dramatically, holding his hand up to his ear. “Couldn’t quite hear you, doll.” Fuck, it’s hot to watch you grit your teeth before pouting up at him. “One more time.”

“I’m sorry.” You hiss, pressing yourself further down into the chair. “Happy now?”

“No.” Steve inspects his nails. “I don’t think you really mean it.” You squirm, and he just knows your inner thighs are soaked. He can practically smell it. “Let’s try it again. A little more sincerity, sweetheart. Get on your knees, I think that would be fitting.”

Your eyes widen, flicking towards the door again. Weighing your options, no doubt. Reluctantly though, you sink to your knees, and Steve’s sardonic smirk grows wider.

“I’m. Sorry.” You grit out. “Better?”

“How can I accept your apology when you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for, doll? Seems kind of silly when you think about it, doesn’t it?” He wants to touch you–your skin looks butter soft–and he reaches forward cupping your chin as he runs his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

“I–” You swallow thickly. “I want to a-apologize.” His hand slides down your jaw, and the words stick in your mouth a little as his thumb dips into the hollow at the base of your throat. “I d-didn’t know w-what I was talking about–!” The words die as you inhale sharply, air hissing through your teeth.

“Keep going,” he says softly. “I’m listening.” Steve hadn’t really been paying all that much attention to your body, but now he can’t help but appreciate how nicely your breasts sit in that tight, white top. He’d been too busy thinking about adjusting your attitude for that, but now…

“I, I sh-should never have, ah–” Your nipples harden to points underneath the soft fabric as Steve drags his finger down your clavicle, between your breasts. Your eyes dart toward the door, and then back to him. “Ste–” His raised eyebrow stops you. “Sir, um, the… the door.”

“If you move before you’ve finished your apology I’m going to stop.”

The ball is in your court, even if only for a moment. This is it, the time to walk away–and you don’t move. There’s a nervous, excited gleam in your eye as you swallow again. You remain on your knees, your palms flat on your thighs.

“Well then. I’m waiting.”

The self-righteous little huff that leaves your pouty lips makes him want to shove his cock down your slim throat and hold it there until your eyes roll, but he’ll save that for next time. He doesn’t have to waste time considering if there will be a next time or not, not really. Steve satisfies himself with tugging down the already generous vee of your shirt. No bra. He clears his throat.

“I shouldn’t have talked about you like that, sir. It…wasn’t my place.” He can tell it’s eating you up, having to grovel, but it’s making you wet too, he’d bet money on it. Steve reluctantly releases your shirt, and urges you to your shaky feet. Dimly, he can hear the murmur of the audience down the hallway, the feedback from the mic—but none of that matters.

“Better. I like that one. Feels much more honest.” A sly grin spreads across his features as he slides down his zipper. “And honesty is such a praiseworthy trait.”

You’re already wriggling out of those sinfully tight jeans, the left leg around your ankle when Steve scoops you up easily. You manage to finish kicking them off as he’s resting your ass on the vanity, his eyes dropping eagerly to the scrap of fabric covering your pussy. He was right, wetness glistens on your inner thighs, the crotch dark and slick with your want of him. Your eyes drop eagerly down to his cock, and Steve can’t help the sardonic chuckle that bubbles from his chest.

“What was that you said? About seeing the shield up close?” He asks, fisting his cock with one large hand. You suck your lower lip between your teeth, looking away embarrassedly. “At least now you can honestly say he fucks. That’s what this is about, isn’t it?” The knowing look on his face inspires a bashful one on yours. He doesn’t let you look away, though, dragging his fingers against the damp fabric covering your core. “You were curious, weren’t you, doll?”

“A-all of America’s curious, Steve.”

He snorts. “All of America didn’t call me frigid.” Your mouth opens as though you’re going to dispute it, but a look from him silences you. This is still a punishment, after all. He hooks his fingers underneath the elastic band, and begins inching your panties down your thighs. His nostrils flare at the scent of you, his tongue drawing itself across his lips in anticipation.

“I didn’t ah, shit—” Steve cuts off your protests by parting your sticky folds with an insistent finger. He can’t help but bring it to his lips, savoring you right from the source. You’re soaked already, slick, dewy wetness gathering at your entrance, all for him.

“Doll, you are fucking soaked,” he mutters lowly, enjoying the hiss of air through your teeth. You whine sharply as he circles your clit slowly, hips jerking as he flicks against it with his thumb. Your plump lips part in a delicate o as he slides a thick finger into the slick, clenching heat of your cunt, and your hands fly up to tangle in his cotton-t-shirt. He groans at the feel of you—hot, wet, tight, sucking eagerly at his fingers.

Steve isn’t sure if he kissed you, or if you kissed him, but suddenly your, full lips are pressed against his, and he’s devouring every breathy exhalation and raspy plea. Fingers still slick with you, he smears your wetness against the head of his cock, a muffled curse leaving his lips as he slides against you. There’s a lull in the ambient noise from outside, but Steve can’t be bothered to wonder if the two of you have been caught, not when the aching head of his cock is pressing into the velvet tightness of your cunt.

The back of your head lands with a dull thud on the mirror as Steve slides home, the fingers of one hand knotted in his shirt as you brace the other against his massive shoulder.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, there are tears in your lashes when you look up at him. “Steve, I-, fuck, I can’t—” He draws out slow before slamming home, turning your ragged plea to babble.

“What d’you mean you can’t, sweetheart?” He pants, fingers digging into your hip as he drags your ass forward, bending your knees around his waist. Your eyes roll and you moan pathetically as he sinks in even deeper. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You were practically fucking begging for it on stage,” he snarls, laying into you with heavy thrusts that make you squeal and squirm against him.

The mirror on the vanity rattles dangerously in its frame as he fucks you, the wood creaking and groaning underneath your bodies. He doesn’t care about that, though, not when you’re panting his name like a prayer as your pussy squeezes him like a fucking fist—

“Y-yes!” You’re practically sobbing with pleasure, eyes wide and pupils dilated as you stare embarrassedly up at him.

“Oh doll,” he purrs, sinking into you with another wet squelch; “All you had to do was ask.”

You’re so perfect inside, like smooth, hot velvet; Steve can’t get enough. He can’t remember what other punishment he had planned—probably more of a stern talking to than anything—but this is much better. You whining underneath him, begging him while he ruts into you is a more perfect ending to this than he could possibly have imagined. Your cunt flutters around him, your ragged, desperate moans ringing in his ears.

“Come on and cum,” he growls the words against your damp throat, dragging his teeth against the bruise he knows will be there tomorrow. “Make a nice mess on my cock, sweetheart.” Steve reaches between you to press the pad of his thumb hard against your swollen clit. You keen, your legs trembling around his waist as your cunt grips him like a vice.

Even if he’d wanted to, Steve can’t stop himself from cumming, driving himself in to the hilt as you milk him. Fireworks, supernovas explode behind his shut eyes as he presses his forehead against yours, holding you still while he empties himself into you. It’s almost primal, the need to make sure you get every last drop as his cock spends itself against your womb.

When he finally does pull away, it’s to the sound of raucous applause echoing down the hallway. You’re panting a little, wiping sweat soaked strands of hair from your forehead with the back of your hand as Steve looks on.

“I take it back,” you reply hoarsely after a moment. “You, sir, most definitely fuck. Your ability to take a joke however, is going to need some work.”

Steve’s face heats, even as he quirks an eyebrow. “Oh?”

You grin. “Yeah. It’s not like you can fuck me backstage at all my shows.”

“Can’t I?” He asks, stepping forward to brace his hands around your hips. “I’m free most Saturday nights…” he trails off, and warm heat enters his belly at the sight of the slight smile playing at the edges of your lips. It’s a different kind of heat, though. Softer—but more intimate, maybe.

“Unless you’re saving the world,” you reply, cocking your head as you loop your own arms around the back of his neck.

“Unless I’m saving the world.” He agrees.

“Well, then, Mr. Rogers,” you say, poking one finger into the hard muscle of his chest. “I guess I’ll see you at curtain.”

fin

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lazyasyoucansee · 3 months

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Btw. I hope you all are having a nice day. Good luck with whatever you are doing. Remember to drink water!

Ok. Bye ✨️

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kimbapisnotsushi · 1 year

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Do you perhaps have any fukurodani headcanons to share?

anon you have blessed me with a wonderful opportunity. thank you.

komi's workout playlist is 40% bubblegum pop 50% rock/rock subsets and 10% soundtracks. one minute you're listening to "best song ever" by one direction and then it slides into "love from the other side" by fall out boy and then you get like. music from the blue exorcist stage play or one of the pokemon theme songs

(komi really, really unironically likes the pokemon theme songs)

shuuichi knows ten different ways to break bones and when probed about it he just goes "oh i decided to learn just in case someone wanted to mess with akaashi-san :)" and does not elaborate

every day washio thinks about that little girl who took one look at him and cried and part of his soul dies a little on the inside

onaga is really popular with his fellow first-years bc a) he plays with BOKUTO b) he's really really nice and c) he's the only thing standing between them and shuuichi

[during the mujinazaka match] bokuto: "don't worry, i have a plan" konoha: "this better not be anything like your plan to cook rice by eating it raw and then drinking boiling water" bokuto: "this is nothing like that plan!"

(bonus points if you know where that's from)

i think aone, oomimi, and washio all need a group chat with each other

they'd text things like "saw a baby today. it actually smiled and waved at me :D" and the other two are congratulating them on this unbelievable milestone

kaori, konoha, and sarukui are the BEST third year shit talkers btw. they know aaaaaallll the drama. they tell akaashi everything and akaashi is like "hold my tea" because damn if the second-years aren't a petty bunch

also!! kaori and akaashi have a very sibling-like bond. like obviously akaashi admires and respects both her and yukie but i think he and kaori probably have similar interests in books and reading and all that

and kaori acknowledges how weird akaashi actually is but loves and supports him all the same!!

if you ever need anything you just gotta ask sarukui. my man knows everyone for everything. it doesn't matter if you need slightly illegal chemicals or whatever he's like "yeah i know a person" and you'll find it in your shoe locker the next day

this is much funnier when you remember that fukurodani is full of rich kids who would normally just like. buy whatever it is they want.

one time akaashi caught bokuto trying to convince nishinoya and tanaka that the turkey was the u.s.a.'s greatest symbol of power and freedom and glory and all that bullshit and he gave him the biggest Disappointed™️ Look ever but bokuto turned on the puppy eyes so akaashi just sighed and joined him

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silverbladexyz · 2 months

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Hey there, my dear Silver, I missed you so much!! I had to be away for a while because of my work and also because I got sick for a few weeks, and then I missed exchanging some friendly words with you. 💗🌷

I wanted to share a quote that I really like, it goes like this: "At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your life drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them."

It's similar to the feeling of intrigue and fear that fire causes in us; we don't know what will happen when we see a flame. After all, everything is unpredictable, but still, we need to learn to face our fear and move forward. It takes courage to grab the flame, and who knows, in the end it might turn into beautiful things for us, like a comforting warmth—not the kind that hurts us, but the kind that warms us on cold nights. A very important force of nature that can kill and destroy, but that can also warm and illuminate. (remember chuuya omgg)

Only we ourselves know the struggles and battles we face silently every day, so I'm very proud of you, Silver, for keeping on fighting! 🩷💓🩷💓 You are exceptionally kind and someone I admire a lot. Keep taking care of yourself and don't forget to always drink water and eat your meals properly <33 I'll stop by your blog again to tell a story btw

Cakeqings my dearest, have I ever mentioned how much I love it when you pop into my inbox? 🥺💖

Your English is literally amazing; the way you structured your language really hit me in the feels and it overall just has a really beautiful and elegant flow 😭 Sometimes I wonder if you secretly are a writer in disguise because I have never met someone who wrote deep and meaningful things in a gorgeous manner 💝

And you are so right; Chuuya himself can be described as fire. His passion and undying loyalty is unrivalled by all, and sometimes this loyalty can even cause harm to people. But above everything, he holds a lot of love in his heart that he himself doesn't even know that it's there. He's just so well written and so tragic that it's no wonder he's liked by most of the fandom :')

Lastly, reading this whole message brought a really huge smile to my face and made me feel nice and warm all over; just like somebody hugging me. I'm even more proud of you my dear, and even when you struggle with challenges that may be unknown to everybody else, you still chose to be kind and uplifting. You brighten up my life a lot, and please remember to take care of yourself too! Your health is your first priority, and don't let anybody else tell you otherwise 🖤

#silverbladexyz #<3333 #cakeqings!#my dear #ask

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hislittleraincloud · 8 days

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so when are you posting the afterburn wednesday x uvc cairo enemies to lovers fic /j

I laughed for about ten minutes after I read this. It was a guilty laugh.

Don't think I haven't thought about a crossover, however that would be...somethin' else since they're the same fkn character, with few differentiating qualities. UVC Cairo is more talkative and casual, lugubriously loquacious like a typical Southern Gothic writer. AB Wednesday is...well, she's Wednesday. Sharper (in the head and on the edges, obvs), and doesn't tolerate who she perceives as imbeciles. But with UVCC practically being her twin, the competitiveness would be explosive. Wednesday is the better writer, too, and that would piss UVCC off to no end...and amuse Jon in the process.

...

...Damn you, anon. I have too much to write as it is. I mentioned it before, but I have multiple active 'Benson' files (UVC, though one of them isn't UVC universe, it's standalone one-shot "What If?" that centers around their confrontation/when Cairo is emasculating him). Look at this mess

Damn you, mid mfkr...damn you to Hell. 💀🥲😭🪦🥀

I don't even know how many active AB files I've got going atm.

It is very rare that I go out anywhere, but I needed a walk/break from everything so I took the senior dogs (and the baby dog strapped to my chest) out in their stroller. Been struggling mentally with the non-writing shit that's been happening in my life. Every day I take care of the needy dogs (the seniors are both 17 years old this year...as old as some of the teacher crushers that I see on my fyp 💀 and a year younger than Wednesday). One of them has trouble with his back legs and sometimes energy. Anyone remember that Family Guy cutaway where Peter is holding an elderly Brian who is blind/deaf/senile by his water bowl so he can drink? That's me, except my boy is able to drink on his own. He just needs me to hold him up on his bad days. The other senior I inherited from a nasty (racist) old lady who passed away, but this dog is behaving more and more like her every day (won't let me cut her nails...same as Mommie Dumbest, who lived with a gross, yellowed, grown out pinky nail she wouldn't let anyone cut). And because she's 17, she has CCD (canine cognitive dysfunction, it's doggie dementia) and sometimes gets lost or stares at the wall even though she's blind. Both dogs can still eat/drink, potty in the right place, and still come when called (though they love sleeping 💤 ). My boy is still sharp in the head somehow. I can talk to him and he still understands. I never trained my dogs to 'obey commands', I just treat them like the mental toddlers that they are. They listen to me, though the old girl here has a little trouble orienting herself/figuring out where the sound of my voice is coming from (which is ironic, since for her mother, she was a Hearing Dog). Taking them all out at once is a big feat since I'm also disabled/walk with a cane, but thankfully the stroller worked well for all of us. It was a nice day to walk around the lake.

Of course I got one fkn ass bish making a comment about how they're dogs and should be walking. Had to tell her that they're both 17 and the bigger one can't walk steadily all the time. And when I did let the little excited girl down to walk shortly after I took this photo, she couldn't get her bearings since she is blind. Yes, she looks like she's excitedly looking at something but she's not...she struggles finding treats I put down in front of her. BTW, the seniors are my babies, but my baby baby is the one everyone is enamored with, since she still looks like a puppy/has a baby face...hmm....

I played the AB soundtrack on the walk and it was a good motivator. I had forgotten what an eclectic collection that is, since I usually play the Gates Mansion Secrets soundtrack while we're out (blasting the Genitorturers while walking by an Easter Sunday church crowd was fun). I really want to get 8 done so I can move on to After the Burn/AtB, but there are small scenes that will be happening between her winter vacation and the start of the spring semester (which was/is January 2023). I'll have to decide whether they're going to be published in between 'the first season and the second season', or whether I'll keep them for flashbacks in AtB.

This is not to mention the other non-fandom stuff I've got in my notes/partially written. I'd love to improve one of my movie scripts, and I have ideas for a couple of others.

Anyway, TLDR; the 💩 that no one cares about: I know you were j/k, but exploring the F/F sexual dynamic beyond the Nighshades in AB isn't something I feel I need to do (...yet). With ABW and UVCC, I feel like it'd be a very slow burn. I can't slow burn anything besides what I have in the pipeline for AB.

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remmammie · 2 years

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omg yesss can I please have separate headcanons for axel, xigbar and vexen taking care of a sick s/o including some cuddles? I have a rlly dumb health problem so I’m stuck in bed a lot and it’s very :/ btw happy upcoming bday!!

I love to see more Organization XIII members being requested because, man, do I love them all - every single one! My birthday was a lovely time so thank you so much! I sincerely hope you're enjoying life despite the cards you've been dealt and you enjoy what I've finally got around to writing you!

Axel, Xigbar, and Vexen (seperate) with a Bedridden!S/O HCs

Axel

He might joke around about the state you’re in in some playful, teasing way, but Axel really hates seeing you bedridden. Of course, that’s partly just because he doesn’t want to see you hurting, whether that be mentally or physically, but because it means you can’t do as many things together!

At heart, though, Axel doesn’t mind a nap, especially if he’s being bogged down with missions and work, so fully expect him to be coming into your room after a tiring mission, crawling into bed with you and falling asleep by your side.

He’s clingy - incredibly so - and you should fully expect that Axel is going to be clinging onto you protectively like his life depends on it. Maybe his thinks that holding you so close will stop you from being sick? A man can dream, can’t he?

If your illness you’re bedridden with happens to give you chills, you’re lucky because Axel runs hot all the time, Organization uniform on or otherwise. So his hugs can have this really comforting warmth you expect from a hug.

Xigbar

Inadvertently, you’ve given this man an open opportunity to make bothering you his darn day job. He’s annoying enough as he is when people are walking around trying to avoid him, so to have all of Xigbar concentrated in one place…you’re in for a wild ride.

He gets missions done even faster so he can practically break into your room, a massive toothy grin on his face and his arms wide open. I can almost picture him just jumping face-first onto the bed and bundling you into his arms like a big teddy bear.

Unlike the tight protectiveness of Axel, Xigbar’s hugs are pretty lazy. As long as some part of Xigbar is touching you, he’s completely fine with it - he knows you’re there and he doesn’t exactly want to get sweaty or anything. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you as much, absolutely not.

Might be the type to bring you food and drinks if he remembers what you like, acts like they’re his and resists giving you any until you pout, then insists that he has to hand-feed you it. He’s cheeky, and we love that about Xigbar.

Vexen

We all know Vexen is a very clinical and medicinal-orientated man, someone married to his work and always tends to think scientifically rather than emotionally. So, first and foremost, Vexen dedicates himself to making you feel comfortable, safe, and special. Be it water, new clothes, new blankets, more blankets, your favourite foods, medicine - anything you need, Vexen has it on him.

He likes to keep a track of your health just because that’s what he’s used to and it brings him a lot of emotional stability just to keep it written down and tracked. He might let you draw doodles on your clipboard sheet if you ask him nicely enough. Why don’t you write some little notes for him, hm?

It will take a lot of convincing for you to get any kind of cuddles from Vexen, whether you’re bedridden or not. You’ve got to tell him about, you know, all the positive chemicals it will release and how it will make you feel better and, if he doesn’t listen to all that, just tell him “Vexen, dammit, just hug me.”

He might pout a bit, but Vexen will climb into bed with you for some cuddles. It might not last very long (unless you cling to him for dear life) and Vexen runs cold, so get under some thick blankets and enjoy it while it lasts. Vexen’s not a massively affectionate person, but you can definitely bring it out of him.

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ambersbloodyknife · 1 month

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Mickey Alteri x Randy Meeks

From film partners to sex partners

Rickey smut BTW aka randy and mickey.

Style of genre: Smut.

Also, please don't copy or steal my work. If you want to copy some of it, please give credit.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, gay kink, knife kink, bedroom sex, a little bit of blood usage, tying up, blowjob, Cock sucking, and cream pies

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It was December 9th, 1997, and the new semester had begun. Mickey Alteri was making his way to film class, and as he entered, a new student had joined. Miss Smith said to the class that this is the new student. Randy meeks make him feel welcome. Randy, why don't you take a seat next to mickey Alteri at the back, Miss Smith said. Randy sat down next to mickey and said hello, I'm Randy." Mickey replied," Hey dude, I'm mickey it's nice having someone new in this class who likes horror. So mickey, what are your favorite movies? " Randy asked ".

Mickey replied, "Halloween, Friday the 13th, The godfather part 2 and terminator 2. What about you, Randy? "Mickey asked." Randy replied with," I love Friday the 13th, chucky, Texas chainsaw massacre and stab 1. Nice picks, mickey said. Hey Randy, do you wanna meet my friend group at the sorority party tonight. Yeah, mickey, I'd love to go with you.

A few hours pass, and Randy shows up at the sorority house and is looking for mickey. Randy grabs a beer and goes outside to see mickey Alteri with some girls talking. Mickey turns around to see Randy. Hey Randy, how are you doing? "Mickey asked." I'm good, mickey. How are you?"Randy asked." I'm still a little off edge from these murders of some guy in a ghostface mask,"Mickey replied. Well, we're in a public area. we will be fine for now, "Randy replied. Hey mickey, you wanna get some drinks. Sure, Randy, let's go now. Mickey and Randy went inside the house and made some mixers with some Rum, vodka, and some coke cola. 2 hours passed, and mickey and Randy were starting to get drunk and were swaying around as they tried to walk. Randy went to the gate and threw up everywhere and fell to the ground. Everyone looked in shock and then started laughing. Mickey picked up Randy and said, "Let's get you all sobered up and safe. Mickey and Randy share a dorm room, so Mickey takes Randy to the dorm. Mickey gives Randy some water and places him on his bed.

Mickey didn't know how to tell him he was the masked killer.

Randy groans and wakes up. Mickey went over to him and told him to shush. Randy, it's okay. Go back to sleep. It's gonna be all good.

A few days passed, and mickey and Randy didn't really talk that much, but they were still very close friends. Hey Randy, you alright. Yeah, mickey, I'm good. I've recovered from the other day. Mickey started to take notes from the teacher, but Mickey kept on looking at Randy for short periods of time. Randy didn't know about mickeys secret about being a serial killer. Mickey is having this weird obsession with randy also he wants him to himself. Hey Randy, can we meet in our dorm after our classes. Yeah, Mickey, I'll come over. Mickey started to smirk as Randy was falling for his trap.

Later that day, at around 10pm randy walked through the dorm. Hey Randy, you alright. Yeah, what is it you want, mickey?. Shut the door and lock it for me Randy it's very important. Uhh, okay, "Randy replied. Good now, sit down, Randy. Remember when we were talking about the masked killer. Randy nods his head. Yeah, I do. Mickey smirks and says well I'm the killer, Randy,and you fell into my trap."

W-what, "Randy replied no it can't be. " Oh, but it is Randy, and you're in trouble. Mickey pinned Randy against the wall and picked up a piece of rope. Randy started to panic and beg mickey, please don't. Mickey ignored his pleases and started to wrap the rope around his wrists and legs. Randy whimpers in fear, trying to convince him to stop. Mickey had finished tying him up and threw Randy on the ground. Mickey pulled out his buck knife and placed it next to Randy's face. Mickey, no, please don't. Randy starts to cry and beg. Shh, Randy, this might hurt a little. Mickey clamps his hand on his mouth and slices Randy's cheek. Randy makes a muffled whimper and starts crying. Mickey licks up the blood and removes his hand.

What a good boy meeks. Now i wanted to say that I love you, Randy, and I'm obsessed. But I'm not gay "Randy says. Well, if you aren't gay meeks, then why are you hard right now? mickey smirks. Mickey unbuckles his jeans to reveal his huge dick. Mickey bends down next to Randy. Randy, open your mouth for me like a good boy. Randy opens his mouth, and mickey shoves his dick in his mouth. Randy sucks on mickey cock as mickey groans and pulls on Randy's hair. Randy gags on mickeys hard dick. Mickey saw him gagging and started smirking. That's it meeks get it all wet for me like a good boy. Randy continues to suck his cock and goes faster. Randy I'm gonna fucking cum in you. Mickeys dick twitches, and his c-men goes into Randy's mouth. Swallow it down meeks. Randy gulps mickeys cum. Now it's my turn on you meeks. Mickey undoes Randy's jeans and starts using the blood from the knife as a lubricant. Randy groans and starts to breathe heavy. Fuck mickey you're making me wet. Mickey started laughing a little. Aww, what a gay needy guy you are for mickey Alteri. Mickey strokes Randy's penis more and faster. Oh fuck I'm gonna cum mickey. Oh yes randy cum for me like a gay bitch that you are. Randy leaks all over mickeys hands. What a leaking mess you are meeks. Just for you, "Randy replies.

Now get ready for me to fuck you meeks. Mickey lined up his erected dick against Randy's ass. Mickey shoves his hard dick into him and starts to pound him. Randy moans as mickey pounds him fuck less. I'm gonna make cream pies in you, Randy, and you're gonna take it all. Randy nods his head and groans and mickey fucks him. Oh fuck I'm about to cum again randy. Mickeys penis twitches again and realises his c-men in Randy's ass. Mickey stuck his fingers in his cum and shoved it in Randy's mouth forcing him to lick it up. You're mine forever. meeks, never forget that.

I gotta go kill again. I will be back for round 2 meeks. Mickey unties Randy and leaves him on the floor.

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faggyv4mpire · 6 months

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I love your blog, you are such a fun person.

Btw, Idk if this helps, but there is an mcr song that literally says 'Im turning into some rats'

I just liked your blog I decided to leave a lil comment in the asks, have a nice day, remember to drink water.

awww this actually made me smile today😊 thank you! I try to be as funny as possible😉 about that song😦 I just looked it up as soon as you told me that and it's true!!! damn I feel like a damn poser😭 🤠🥰💗

#i'm blushing #thank u #soph answer ask

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monnyq-q · 1 year

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Did Springtraps-Husband delete their tumblr? I tried clicking on their icon but it won’t let me go to their blog. I love their content and I’m curious about what happened. I figured you would know since your working on a fic together, but if you don’t that’s okay. I just want to know if their okay. I love your content! Have a nice day!

Hmmm nope they haven’t deleted their tumblr!! It’s still up as usual and they’re doing okay, as goofy as ever!! :)

I have no idea why tumblr won’t let u see their blog, but maybe it’s cuz of some kind of bug on your phone/desktop app? I hope u figure it out so u can see their silly content again :3 Btw thank u and remember to drink some water! <3

#anon ask

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bw2 · 10 months

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Hi I’m hyper right now I just took my adderall cause I’m going to the water park in 2 hours and like I’ve had a total of 10 hours of sleep in the last two days. So I’m gonna gush about my night and my man of the month. Hi

Okay so last night I went out with my friend + nail girl Tori and her coworker Keona (I was really happy Keona joined us because she’s really cool. I like her a lot.) and like. We started at this one club and while we were getting drinks, I saw the guy who groped Tori and I a few weeks ago looking at us LOL. Then he and his buddy eventually approached us and was like “hey let’s get some shots” so the dude bought us all shots and he was acting super weird towards me and it made me feel so fucking autistic cause I don’t know how to react to like random people flirting with me when I’m sober. He kept reaching his hand out and every time I was like “what’s up?” And then he’d give me this one face and it was so confusing. God. Anyway he put my lime in my drink for me and was just acting really weird but I was too anxious to refuse the drink so I took the shot and then texted Keona that I was worried the guy put a roofie in it. She told me that she’s uncomfortable with the guys too and that she wants to get out so we grabbed Tori, Keona said super bitchy thing to them, then walked out. THEN we ran into some girls Tori knows and we told them about the guys. And they were like “we will start shit” then eventually the guys come out and start hanging out on the sidewalk and like looking at us. Then Tori and those girls started yelling at them LOOOL.

Around the same time, this guy approaches Keona and I and is like “hey so my friend is over there selling bracelets, but business is really slow tonight. If I give you $10 will you buy one from her? It’ll mean a lot to her” so then Keona and I grabbed Tori and we looked at the girl’s bracelets and I used his $10 to buy one. It was sooooo sweet of him to like do that for her. The seller was really nice too and she looked so happy when I bought it! It was such a good moment. This is the bracelet btw! Super cute

Then we went to another club and Tori ran into some woman she knows and the woman’s work friends. They let us have free white claws LMAOO. Some middle aged guy who was in the group was talking to me and like he was attractive and rich but like I remembered I was gonna snap Chase (my mixed boy monday) and say “omgggggg are you downtown!? I think I just saw you” cause he told me the other day he was gonna be busy on Saturday night and like where else would a 23 year old who lives super close to downtown do on a Saturday night. BUT. Right as I opened my to phone to take the snap, he texted me asking me what I’m doing. I told him to come to the club I was in, but he was in the club next door with this guy who was wasted and didn’t wanna leave him so I told my friends where I was going and just went to the club he was in but like it took me 20 minutes to find him cause I didn’t realize he was in the middle of the dance floor crowd. I was so pissed while looking for him but I eventually found him and then like 15 or so minutes later we went to the club Tori was at and like I was so worried that he was gonna ditch me LOL like I held in my pee cause I thought he was going to. I was also worried he was gonna think Tori’s hotter than me and ghost me aster.

Anyway we like were talking about leaving and I told him I’ll drive us to his place cause I was sober and the last drink I had was at 11:45 ish and it was 1:15 at that point. I guess Tori was sitting on a couch kinda by us and sent me this LOLLLL

he’s straight btw

Then. We eventually left and he was like “oh shit I want a hot dog” so he got himself a burrito thing from a hot dog stand and also ordered me fries ? I told him I’m not eating tonight but like he was faded and ordered them anyway. Then told me that I told him to get them for me!? When he was ordering I was talking to this gay couple and their lesbian friend and they were all so cool and funny.

Then I joined Chase in food pickup line and we were talking and stuff and I mentioned how I took my full adderall dose at 4 pm and had an energy drink so I was super on edge before coming out and he was like “yeah I found Mexican Ritalin on the floor at work” !?!!?!!??!??? also he kept talking about like how good I looked and how attracted to me he is and like how I’m the best he’s ever had and stuff and like. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

He like got his food and we sat while he ate and he was like “dude why did you get yourself those fries if you aren’t gonna eat them” he’s insane.

He kept trying make me eat the burrito but I was like “no dude I’m not eating tonight” and then he was like “wait. Are you lactose? You’re lactose! Lactose! Lactose!” cause I didn’t want the food. he kept bullying me it was so funny.

He like finally finished his burrito and then we continued walking back to my car and he started eating the fries he got and was like trying to get me to eat those too and was like “wait you don’t eat pork???” cause I didn’t want them AAUHAJQKQJWWJJWWWJWU.

He mentioned being mixed or something and like I already figured he was mixed latino cause I have a gaydar but for mixed Latinos. And I was like “dude this is gonna sound weird but what’s your race” and he told me his mom is white and his dad is Mexican LMAOOO I told him I’m basically the same and stuff.

Then like he went over to this dude and was like “hey do you want some fries” and started talking to the guy and mentioned how I’m not eating the fries cause I don’t eat pork then went “the only meat she eats is mine” cause I had made some dumb joke like that a few minutes prior and the guy gave him a fistbump. It was so corny but like funny.

We like went by freak alley I think. Or just some random alley idk then like made out again and then went to my car and he couldn’t figure out how to drink out of my water bottle and spilled a bunch of water on himself cause he didn’t know there was a straw in it?

Then we drove to his house and slept cause he was still faded. I love sleeping with him like. He’s so nice to sleep with his skin is so soft and he’s so comfortably warm AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Also I’m mad cause I didn’t take a selfie with him. Also I’m pegging him tonight.

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lazyasyoucansee · 6 months

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Reactivating the ask button thing. (Dunno why i turned it off in the first place)

Btw. I will be mostly innactive. Because my daily battery is not running smoothly(not like it ever does but meh). ((And with daily battery i mean the energy i have during the day)

Hopefully when im back i will have doodles and have finally done the requests that are on my ask box for more than i can remember.

So that. Byes. Take care. Drink water. Take your meds. Eat nice. See ya soon.

Will pass by from time to time.

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rubyleaf · 9 months

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Went through my blog again for the funsies and discovered an old, old tag game from 2016. And boy, am I shaking my head at it. Not only is 17-year-old me hilariously and stubbornly convinced she's straight, she's also very self-deprecating and generally not in a good place.

So I thought: why not answer these questions again, over seven years later, just to see how things have changed?

So here goes. The update.

MOST RECENT:

Drink: Water! I have a glass next to me right now and I'm staying nice and hydrated :) Phone call: Mom, earlier this afternoon, to make sure I'm still healthy and haven't died from acute Moved Out And Living Unsupervised Disease. Shockingly, I'm alive and well. Text: Dad, joking about the Berlin lioness boar thing. I still refuse to believe it was a boar BTW. I don't know what it was, but those pictures do NOT look like a boar.

Song you listened to: Saosin – "You're Not Alone" Time you cried: You know, I genuinely don't remember. Might've been weeks ago. I barely cry anymore these days, except from laughter or the occasional tearing up over a heartwarming scene in a show.

Dated someone twice: No, and unless the circumstances were very special, I wouldn't. If the ship has sailed, it has sailed for a reason. Been cheated on: Single, thriving, in my lane, cannot be cheated on if I don't have a partner. Peace and love on Planet Earth. Lost someone special: Lost touch with many friends over the years. Staying in touch is still hard. But honestly, some of them turned out to not be that special after all in the first place and a lot have stayed too, so really, it's fine. Been depressed: Nah. Been drunk and thrown up: Still don't like alcohol, still don't drink ✌️ Your three favourite colours: Purple! And pink, and the third one…maybe red!

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: So many. So so many. Fallen out of love: Yep! Laughed until you cried: Just this week alone! Met someone who changed you: I think so! Found out who your true friends are: Yes. And to the people who turned out not to be—thanks for making it easier to watch you leave right now. Found out someone’s talking about you: In the "bringing up my existence" way? Yes. Badly? No—someone probably did, but not my problem.

EXTRAS

How many people from your fb list do you know irl: What Facebook? Do you have any pets: Not at the moment. Hard to keep any in a dorm room. I'd like to maybe get a small dog someday though! Do you want to change your name: Not anymore. When I was little I used to hate my name because everyone kept misspelling or mispronouncing it, but now I like it even if people still get it wrong all the time. Sometimes it still feels weird and othering, in an irrational sort of way, but I can't imagine myself being called anything else. What did you do for your last birthday: Had drinks with some people from my orientation group in one guy's dorm apartment. Casually came out as bi over a game of Never Have I Ever. Wound up at a party even though I had an 8:30 AM class the next morning. Zero regrets. What were you doing last night at midnight? Sitting on my bed and hitting play on the brand-new Meet Me @ the Altar song that dropped last night!!! Name something you can’t wait for: MM@TA EU tour in October! I've been obsessed with them for two years and finally they come here to play some shows and the first time I saw the announcement I legit busted a lip in my excitement. Unfortunately not a hyperbole.

Last time you saw your mum: Last time I visited home—early May I think? What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Better executive functions so I struggle less with getting stuff done, especially uni stuff and household chores. Currently trying to do something about that, actually! If I'm really lucky I might get an ADHD diagnosis in the foreseeable future and maybe meds…? What are you listening to rn: Fall Out Boy – "We Didn't Start the Fire" Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Often. It's quite a common name where I live! What’s getting on your nerves rn: One word: THESIS. Which I for some reason struggle to do anything about. Blood type: Still unknown! Nickname: Several shorter forms of my civilian name. On here, Ruby. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Pronouns: she/her Favourite tv show: At the moment: ATLA (and Legend of Korra), Ted Lasso, Good Omens. Probably more I'm forgetting. High school: Graduated in 2016! College: In my Masters! I have an undergraduate degree in law now :D Long or short hair: Long, down to my hips. I used to have short hair as a kid, but I’ve always wanted long hair. Height: 159 cm or 5′2.5′’. Do you have a crush on someone: I try to tell myself that no, I'm just very fond of the person. Platonically. What do you like about yourself: I'm creative and adaptable! I'm good at winging it when the situation requires it, and I usually get things figured out one way or another. I'm a hype woman for my friends, and I like the way I can find joy and excitement in all corners of life. Also, not to toot my own horn but I'm really proud of my style right now! Right or left handed: Right-handed. First surgery: None. Piercing: None. First best friend: Probably Rebecca, in first grade. It’s a shame I moved away, I wonder what she’s doing now. First sport you joined: Ballet, when I was five or six. Kept doing it until early fifth grade, then changed to horseback riding. First vacation: Probably to my grandparents’ vacation home somewhere at the North Sea. Don’t remember a thing though, I was one or something.

RIGHT NOW:

Eating: Nothing. Drinking: Water, still! I’m about to: Hopefully write a bit more for the mystery project 👀 Listening to: Meet Me @ the Altar – "Give It Up"

WANT:

Kids: Yes, eventually. I'd like a stable partner first (although if push comes to shove I wouldn't mind raising my kids solo), and most importantly I'd like to be my own person for a couple of years and not be bound by duty to everyone else. Travel, explore the world and myself, get all that out of my system so I can truly go into motherhood with no regrets. Get married: Yes, if I find the right person to do it with. Career: Study law and work for the EU or an NGO.

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes: Eyes. I don't pay much attention to lips outside of someone having a cute smile! Hugs or kisses: Kisses are nice, but I still prefer hugs! Taller or shorter: IDGAF. I still love my tall lanky noodle men, but I'm not picky. With women, even less so. Girl is taller than me? Awesome, great for being held. Shorter than me? CUTE. Older or younger: Around my age, rest doesn't matter. I'm at an age where anything between 20-30 is fair game, but any younger or older and it gets creepy. Romantic or spontaneous: A mixture of both. Nice stomach or nice arms: If the person is nice, their body will be nice too. It's an automatic process. I don't make the rules. Sensitive or loud: A combination of both! Troublemaker or hesitant: Secret third thing where they're chaotic but also too shy to really make a move.

HAVE YOU EVER

Kissed a stranger: Does "someone I talked to all evening but didn't know before that and didn't meet again afterwards" count? Drank liquor: Tried a bit, same as everybody. Found it nasty. Didn't try again. Lost glasses/contacts: Don't have any to lose. (Given the way I've been treating my eyes: yet?) Had sex on the first date: I'm asexual and I refuse. Broke someone’s heart: Yes, and let's leave it at that. Turned someone down: I'm a woman existing in public. Having to turn down random men is a recurring part of my experience. Cried when someone died: Not really—I seem to shut down and go blank more than anything else. I used to feel guilty about it, but now I've learned that everyone processes grief and loss differently and it doesn't mean I care less. Fallen for a friend: Yes, repeatedly, it has yet to end well, and it will probably happen again.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

Yourself: Mostly yes. There are some things I need help with before I can unlock my full potential, but one thing I've learned is that I always manage in the end. And once I get proper help, I have no doubt I'll be just fine. Miracles: I don't like to rely on them, but I do believe that unlikely good things can and do happen. Love at first sight: Not for myself, I need to get to know a person before I fall for them. I do believe in attraction at first sight though. Heaven: It's a nice thought, but whether or not it exists doesn't matter to me. Our task in life is the same regardless: try to be kind and treat others well and hopefully leave the world a slightly better place. Santa Claus: No, and never really have. My parents never claimed he was real; my Christmas presents always came from the family that visited on Christmas Eve. Kissing on a first date: Did it once, it was okay. I think it's one of those "take it or leave it" things—if the chemistry is right, sure, go for it, but it's definitely not for everyone in every situation.

#warning: VERY long post behind the cut #but also: healing! improvement! look at her; she's okay now!#(mostly—getting there)#personal #I'm just sayin'

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