#i have to fight with myself most days to eat enough but sure that's fine I'm staying thin!

[naddiesflower]

Calling him by his name and not by a term of endearment

another one in the drafts that needed to see the light of day

Characters: Todoroki Shoto and Bakugo Katsuki

Shoto

You truly didn't mean to do it

You honestly just straight up forgot one day

You would always greet each other outside of class before school started

Like clockwork, you would give each other a small hug and you would always say “hi baby” or something similar, but you would always call him baby…..except for today

“Morning Shoto,” you pull away from the hug, and he has a frown on his face that looks different from the one he usually has

“You okay?”  

He’s quick to shake it off, “Yeah, come on, we’re going to be late for class.”

You guys were actually early, but you just brush it off as him wanting to be punctual

Shoto really wants to question you

But he doesn’t

Not outwardly at least

He’s thinking, “are they mad at me?”, “Did I do something to make them mad at me??”

He would do everything possible EXCEPT ask you what was wrong

The both of you walk inside the class and Shoto goes to your seat before you do and pulls out your chair for you

You’re surprised, it’s not like he’s never nice to you (though he doesn’t look it, he’s really nice) but you are perfectly capable of doing menial tasks for yourself

So you never expected him to do that, but you appreciated it nevertheless

“Oh, thanks Sho!”

His eyebrows crease

He hums in affirmation and gives a kiss to the top of your head before walking over to his seat

That’s when you know something is wrong

He wasn’t too keen on PDA 

So for him to nonchalantly kiss you on the head in class….was kinda fishy

Shoto can’t concentrate all that well in class now

Poor dude is wracking through his brain as to why you just called him Sho

WHY SHO AND WHY NOT BABY???

And now he’s pouting for the entirety of the class

Every time you look over at him he’s like >:/

ngl it’s really cute

You don’t ask Shoto what’s wrong until lunchtime rolls around

Well

You try to

When the lunch bell rings Shoto is like a man on a mission

He beelines toward you

If you hadn’t known what his quirk you would have thought it was super speed

Iida who?

Some of your classmates look at him weird 

This is just the image I get in my head lolol

Shoto: 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️   

Classmates:🤨

But he gets to you in like .5 seconds and he holds his hand out to you

He doesn’t even say anything to you, so you assume he wants to hold your hand

You place your hand in his but he surprises you when he pulls you into a hug

Thankfully everyone had already filed out of the class or else you would have been a burning bundle of embarrassment 

“Call me baby please.”

His mouth was right next to your ear and you could feel his lips move against it 

Your knees would have surely given out had you not come to a conclusion

You hadn’t called him baby the entire day and he was now clearly perturbed about it

There was one thing you really loved about Shoto, it was pretty easy to fluster him

And you see a perfect opportunity open itself up

Grabbing his face between your hands you pull him away from your ear and smush his cheeks together

“Oh my poor baby, I'm so sorry my baaaaby.”

A blush was quickly creeping its way up his neck

Which only encourages you more

Maybe he shouldn’t have reminded you

“Ok that’s enough….”

“But I haven’t called you baby enough times.”

“I’m going to eat by myself.”

“Wait!”

Bakugo

You did call Bakugo terms of endearment like babe, sweetheart, and the one you use the most, honey 

Bakugo claimed to dislike your nicknames, but he secretly really liked them

One day you and Bakugo get into a petty argument

I totally feel like you and he would fight over the smallest shit lmao 

And you’re not hanging around his desk before class like you normally do

You’re at Ashido’s desk obviously ignoring him

Which irks him, but that’s fine, he can ignore you too

But he can’t help but eavesdrop on yalls conversation

because Ashido’s desk is very close and totally not because he wants to hear your voice because he already misses it

“Why aren't you at his desk by the way?”

“Hmm, Bakugo’s?”

Oh this catches his immediate attention

He doesn’t even bother hiding his blatant staring at you from across the room

Since the both of you started dating not once have you called him Bakugo

It’s always been your cute gushy nicknames or variations of his first name

Mina already knows what’s up and wants all the details now 

She’s huddling closer to you, almost practically on top of your desk

But you never get to spill tea because the bell is ringing

But i assure you that Bakugou is giving you a hard side eye

Cuz he still needs to focus in class (he’s still a good student!!)

Lunchtime rolls around and he very discreetly walks next to you

“Hey”

You turn to look at him and just smile at him with your stupid cute face

He’s happy you’re not outright ignoring him

But he was at least expecting a, “c’mon Tsuki, i wanna get a good table!”

He brushes his pinkie against yours hoping you’d get the hint and hold his hand but nope

You pick up your pace and he sees you wrap your hands around Ashido’s arm, the both of you now animatedly talking

He would have found it cute if you weren’t hanging off of Ashido

That should be me by justin bieber starts playing

Bakugo is now internally raging inside at the lunch table

You would normally sit next to him but you're sitting across from him in between Sero and Kirishima

Man’s is literally stabbing into his food

everyone is now staring at his dramatic ass 

buy you're the only one who ends up making a comment about it 

"the food is already dead, i don't think you need to do that Bakugo."

he stops murdering his food 

he's had enough

He stands up forms his seat, goes over to a very confused you

Very gently, takes a hold of your wrist and starts dragging you up to the school’s rooftop

You’re questioning him the entire time

When you finally get to the rooftop Bakugo lets go of your wrist and just kind of stares at you

He’s silent for a couple of minutes looking like he’s going through a mental battle

Until he finally says something

Something that you can barely make out because he’s turned his head away from you and is grumbling

You: https://youtu.be/Y_3vk411ALE

“Bakugo what?”

There you go calling him by his last name again

“I said I’m sorry, don’t make me repeat myself!”

“Sorry for what??”

You can’t be serious

“For our argument this morning, the reason you’re calling me by my last name.”

“Oh.”

Oh?

JUST OH??

“I thought you were still mad at me so i wanted to give you space, i forgot about our argument way before school started.”

……

ATTENTION: TWO IDIOTS IN LOVE❗❗❗

Bakugo just sighs

He’s too tired to even get frustrated and just wants your attention

So he pulls you into a hug and buries his face into your neck

“Don’t ever do that again.”

You can practically hear the pout in his voice

“I'm sorry honey, i just wanted to give you space.”

“I don’t care about space.”

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[pendarling]

In The Rain

Thx for 1k+! This is a lot longer than anything I've ever written. This piece is specifically dedicated to June's Men's Mental Health Awareness Month

It had been a long day after work.

Hero didn't like that just being a hero didn't fulfill the requirements for getting paid enough to do their bills. It was annoying, yes, but after a hard day at work and finally finishing their taxes, Hero decided to reward themselves with something to eat.

Although it was raining outside, the curry stand in the neighbourhood was one of the best. They've been craving it all week.

Hero sat at the end of the table on a stool. A small shabby canopy spread above them, hiding them from the pelting bolts of the rain. 

"Thank you." Hero took the plate of rice and lamb curry, their favourite. The teen behind the stand smiled at them and left to continue working on their homework at the back.

With cold hands, Hero picked up the spoon and immediately savoured the taste of the curry. It was an intoxicating flavour they couldn't get out of their head. 

Within minutes they found themselves enjoying their time.

"Alone, Hero?" A cool whisper came from behind them. Hero froze in their spot, recognizing the voice instantly.

"Villain…" they whispered back.

Villain sat on the stool next to them, eyeing their face and enjoying their reaction.

"I'm impressed you know who I am. I thought I'd have to identify myself to you." They gave a crooked smirk; their clothes were covered in drops of water. 

They weren't sure how the other found them. Though they always knew they were strategic when they made their moves. It shouldn't have surprised them the way it did when Hero locked eyes with their worse nemesis in the most unexpected of places. Yet, it did.

Villain tapped their knuckles onto the table. "Hey, let me have whatever they're having." Villain gestured in their direction. An older gentleman behind the counter glanced over and gave a curt nod.

Hero swallowed timidly. They weren't sure what Villain planned to do with them. Honestly, it should be evident that they were at risk as soon as they decided to become a hero. Hero regretted not bringing a weapon. It seemed after weeks of hard labour, they didn't consider themselves more than their weighing bills.

They hesitantly looked at Villain. 

And they stared back.

Their eyes shot down to their plate. Their appetite slowly disappeared for fear of getting attacked. 

"So, where have you been, Hero?" They heard the stool beside them creak and sensed them lean in.

Hero considered playing dumb and pretend they had mistaken them for someone else, but quickly shut that idea down when they realized they already said Villain's name earlier. 

"Look, I don't want to fight here." They shakingly whispered, "If you want to take this somewhere else, that's fine. Just not here."

Villain chuckled, the sound of thunder seemingly echoing the laughter. For some reason, at that moment, Hero felt more fear for Villain than any storm.

Large waves of hot smoke seeped out from the food stand. It clashed with the frigid air, and usually, it was a lovely atmosphere, but today they feared associating a time like this with their encounter with Villain. 

A plate set in front of Villain, they averted their attention to the server. "Oh, and uh… I'll take their bill too." Villain gave Hero a quick pat on the shoulder and slid the server a bill.

"I don't owe you anything." Hero spoke.

They shrugged, unconcerned, "I didn't do that because I want a favour. I only did that to show you I mean no harm, really."

Hero doubted it. Villain picked up the spoon and dipped it into the curry hesitantly. "What is this stuff anyway?" They smelled it lightly. Hero felt amused at their findings, and the look of confusion from Villain had reminded them that even their worse enemy was still a human in some aspects.

Hero pushed their rice to one side. Villain curiously peeked over at them as they began scooping the rice and curry into a piece of naan bread. Hero picked it up with their hand and ate it calmly, still trying to devise a plan to evade Villain.

"What are you doing?" Villain asked.

Hero let the taste simmer in their mouth for a moment before replying. "Eating. What do you want me to do?"

"With your hands?"

"You don't have to use your hands."

Villain looked down at their plate and lifted the flatbread. They tore a piece from the corner and bit into it. 

Hero signalled their eyes down at the curry and back up again. Villain picked up their spoon and ate the curry. They took a few seconds to evaluate what they were eating.

"Well?" Hero waited.

"It's not bad."

They sat together, eating until the rain lightened up. By the time they were finished, Hero could still smell the spices on their fingers no matter how often they wiped it off. 

Villain turned to them. "Alright, let's go" They stood up, and Hero saw them pat at their pocket. It was likely some weapon they kept on themselves. They didn't take Villain as someone who'd hurt them, but the eerie deliverance of their words was unsettling enough to get them to follow Villain. 

They strolled toward a dark, sleet car parked beside the busy road up ahead. The clouds were just about dispersing, and as far as Hero could tell, it was late into the evening. 

Villain opened the passenger side door, an arm blocking them from behind. Probably to prevent them from running away, although they didn't have the energy to do all that after eating so much. They tilted their head, and Hero took that as a command to get inside.

From the passenger side compartment, Villain removed a pair of handcuffs.

"Are you serious?" Hero wondered what they had gotten themselves into.

"Sorry," they opened the cuffs, "hold out your hand for me." 

They scoffed but did so accordingly. They lifted their right hand. The cuffs locked their wrist loosely with a small click, and the other side clipped onto the side of the chair. "This is ridiculous."

Villain shut the door and walked to the other side. They slammed their side shut and turned the engine on. "No seatbelt?"

They looked over at them. Hero shook their wrist with the cuff.

"Right." They sheepishly laughed and moved across them to fix their belt. Hero sunk in deeper into their seat to avoid contact. Their face lit up brightly at the proximity. 

Cinnamon.

Villain smelled of cinnamon. Despite sitting at a curry shop for an hour and a half with them, despite the overwhelming spices and despite the sweet rain surrounding them, Villain smelt like cinnamon. Hero's hands stilled when they felt them slightly brush against their own. 

"Is that alright?" 

"Uh…"

Hero struggled for words. They had never noticed Villain looked so different without their mask. After all, they'd never been this close. Hero never felt the need to get personal with Villain. Their features threw them off, and for a second, they felt embarrassed for acting as they did at the stand. They instantly regretted all their snappy comebacks and swallowed.

Why were they still so close? Didn't they know they didn't want them to hear how hard their heart was pounding? Had Villain always looked this good, or were they just confused?

They nodded frantically.

…

It might've been the time or the food, but whatever it was made them sleepy. It had to be late into the night, but Villain kept driving, on and on and on… Through endless stretches of road.

"Where are you taking me?" They finally said.

"You'll see when we get there."

That wasn't much of an answer. They sighed deeply and stared at the dark sky with beads of colourful lights around the city and car headlights.

"Anyway," Villain tapped on the steering wheel, "where have you been? Haven't seen you out fighting crime, never mind the newspaper."

Was this what it was about?

"It's nothing."

"Yeah, right, like you can get me to believe it's nothing."

Hero looked down at their knees. They didn't know. They didn't have an answer.

Yes, they've been working, but they lost the thrill of being a hero a long time ago, and part of them convinced themselves they were never interested in returning. 

There did exist a time when they had fun doing the protecting, but that excitement… died.

That, of course, wouldn't be an acceptable answer for Villain.

"What did you do? Stay at home? Or…" they continued. 

They did stay at home. It was less mentally straining than whatever the public was getting them to do.

"How about… you tell me where we're headed, and I tell you where I've been."

That seemed fair. The only problem was they still hadn't found an excuse elaborate enough to hide their days of mind-numbing boredom and emptiness.

Villain came to a red light and faced them, "Okay. I'm… don't get scared, but I'm taking you to see my boss."

"Supervillain?"

They licked their teeth and glanced at the red light. The windshield wiped away at the small speckles of rain, blurring the window further. "Yes."

"… bullshit."

Villain's fingers tapped rhythmically on the wheel. "I don't know what else to tell you." The light turned green, and they continued driving.

"Do you think I'm some kind of idiot? Tell me where the hell you're taking me."

"I'm telling you the truth." Their eyes never left the street.

"Like a criminal would do that." They mumbled. The other gave them a look that shut them up. Hero leaned to the window and looked outside, their sleepiness returning.

They didn't like being trapped inside this car. They hated how the road looked so depressing and lonely.

This was just fantastic. 

Exactly what they needed. Getting kidnapped and possibly killed for some stupid villainous act. Hero's leg anxiously jumped up and down, waiting for this mysterious location.

…

The moment their eyes opened again, they caught sight of a dim blue sky. It was still raining.

Hero rubbed their eyes.

Curry. It still smelled of curry; Hero felt homesick already. They didn't feel like going home, though, as there was nothing for them there, but it still gave them the anxiety to be out this long. 

The jacket over their body slid off. 

They didn't remember this. It didn't belong to them. Was this Villain's? Hero lifted it off their body and stared at the soft knitted edges and long sleeves. They didn't expect them to be considerate. They had thought they would only use them for intel later on when they got to meet their boss, but being cared for? 

It made them blush. They pressed the jacket up to their nose and took a whiff of it shamelessly. 

Cinnamon.

Their head became light. 

Kidnapping wasn't supposed to be this much fun, but it was. Hero smiled warmly, their heart singing with excitement. Had they always been this nice? Was this something Villain did for everyone?

They slowly set down the jacket onto their lap. Yeah, it might've just been a moment of consideration; it was best not to look into it too deeply. Not a lot of people would consider Hero popular or a favourite among the crowd of other heroes. It was probably a thoughtless action that wasn't meant to feed into their fantasy.

Stupid.

The seat next to them was empty; Villain was no where to be found. Although the car sat running and kept them warm. The light rain from earlier still drizzled against the windows. Hero caught the sound of an argument.

Their eyes squinted as they looked around. Eventually, they saw Villain and a group of others through the rearview mirror. They stood in front of the well-lit gas station. Hero could hardly tell what they were saying through the rain, but only about a minute later did Villain turn around.

Should they fake sleep? Were they supposed to be up?

In their panic, Hero froze. Villain opened the car door and clamoured in. "Oh? Good morning." They whispered. 

Hero thumbed the jacket. Their eyes were sorrowful for treating Villain negatively all the time when all they received were pardons. Hopefully, they would see the end of their bad behaviour; karma would hurt.

Perhaps this was just a decisive plan to guilt-trip them into following Villain obediently. 

"You can hold on to my jacket, for now I won't need it." 

Villain pulled out of the lot and back onto the road again. 

It would be another long silence until they pulled up to a large building with a sign next to a line of other stores. Hero, confusingly, stared out at the place. It didn't look anything like a villain's lair.

"I don't think you answered my question," Villain turned the engine off. 

"You're persistent." 

"You're observant." 

Hero held their ground and remained silent. Villain clicked their tongue when they realized Hero wouldn't give in yet. "I heard you quit."

It shouldn't have hurt when they heard that, but it did. 

Hero loved their job. They never meant to leave the way they did, but it hurt to hear that speculation of them quitting had reached Villain. 

Hero held onto tears. The last place they wanted to cry was in Villain's car out in God knows where.

"You know, I was hoping you would just talk with me. I didn't mean to kidnap you but uhh… I really didn't have any options." 

The rain sounded outside a bright ray of light flickered across the sky. "I knew you lied to me." Their voice came out much more wavering than they wanted to. Hero still refused to make eye contact with their nemesis. They rubbed the palm of their hand against the tears streaking down their cheeks.

They took a moment to catch their breath though it was clear Hero was crying now. Their breathing was sharp as they tried to relax their nerves and take control futilely. 

"You know it's pretty damn hard working 8-9 hours of shifts." 

Villain let them speak and listened attentively. 

"I waited all my damn life to- to- to what?" They whipped their head around to Villain, their face red and wrists flicking the air. "To what, Villain? I don't even know what I want!" They sniffled and leaned back into the seat. "And here I am, getting my life screwed over for little reward."

Hero lifted their sleeves to wipe at their face roughly. 

Villain awkwardly waited; they never encountered someone crying before. Usually, someone else did the comforting. They weren't used to that, but it was worth trying.

They reached out and placed a hand on their shaking shoulder with some reserve. "Uhm… I don't know how to do this stuff, but I didn't mean to lie when I said I was taking you to my boss. I just wanted you to tell me what was going on. It's unusual for you to disappear for this long."

Hero looked up at them, their eyes still watery and adjusting to the dark setting. They could barely make out Villain's face, but their words were clear.

"I had thought… nobody would realize if I had just… stepped out of the picture." They licked their lips. "It seemed like no one wanted to care anymore." Hero choked on their sob, a pain held tight onto their throat.

"Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, Hero." They moved their hair to the side. "I'm here, Hero. I care about you. You don't think I wouldn't have come if I didn't?" 

"I don't know why I always feel… isolated."

"You shouldn't have to."

Hero smiled at them, ease blanketing over them at last. They weren't sure for how long they would stay this way until Villain asked, and to be fair, that's all they wanted to hear, even if it was just one person asking. That was enough, maybe even too generous of them, but that was just the afterthoughts talking.

~~~

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[greg-montgomery]

i love the angst in your last blurb! what if hotch and reader get in a fight and she threatens to leave him because he’s being arrogant and he breaks down and says something along the lines of “no please, i can’t lose you too. i just put myself back together after haley. you put me back together.”

coming to you with angst <3 like requested! (thank you i'm glad you liked it!!) - also this has a happy ending ofc!! <33

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You were sitting across your husband, enjoying the homemade dinner you had spent on your entire afternoon perfecting; trying to make it just how he liked.

Being the one who cooked dinner was a habit by now since he was never home.

 At least this time he’s actually eating it, you thought. Because that Friday had been the first day of that week you ate together. It had most likely been the first day of that week the two of you had managed to spend more than ten minutes with each other uninterrupted.

You knew your thoughts were bitter and it hurt you to think that way about the man you loved, but you couldn’t help them from coming.

You missed him. You wanted him there with you. You wanted to kiss him and talk to him; to laugh with him and make love with him. You missed your Aaron.

So were you really that paranoid to wonder if he missed you too? Shouldn’t he have already asked you to sit on his lap and spend the rest of the dinner there, like you used to? You were dying to bury your face into his neck, but as it seemed all he cared about was the nicely cooked chicken he had in front of him.

“So there’s this new Spider-Man movie and Jack has been talking my ear off all day about it,” you laughed, trying to break the ice you weren’t sure Aaron had even noticed existed between the two of you.

He didn’t say anything in return. You could tell he was lost deep in his thoughts. Probably in thoughts about the case he had just returned from.

You understood, you really did. You couldn’t even imagine what his eyes had seen that day. But you were there for him. He used to talk to you about it.

“So I thought we could go to the movies tomorrow and you know, have a fun Saturday night,” you continued with a smile.

“Who are you going with?” he finally lifted his head to look at you.

“Us,” you laughed in confusion, blinking at him.

He frowned and didn’t even need to say his next words for you to understand what they would be.

You sighed heavily, and he knew he didn’t need to say anything further.

“Jack has been really excited about it. You know he won’t enjoy it if you’re not with us.”

He exhaled through his nose; a clear sign that your words bothered him. “Don’t you think I would if I could?”

“He didn’t even get to see you at all today,” you said.

“I kissed him goodnight when I came home,” he tried to justify himself.

“You know it’s not the same.”

He stared at you coldly. “I’m not judging you,” you tried to defend yourself.

“You are,” he said. “I’m doing my best. I know it’s not enough for you, but I’m trying.”

“Enough…for me?”

“You know what I mean.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You were a person who could say things out of anger that you didn’t mean, so taking a moment to think before you spoke was something you tried to follow in your life.

“Aaron, I don’t think it’s a secret that we haven’t been at our best lately.”

“We’re fine.”

“No we’re not! I miss you. Jack misses you. And if you miss us too, you’re doing a hell of a good job hiding it,” your voice broke as you were finishing your sentence.

He lowered his gaze so you couldn’t see his eyes and you hated it.

“Well do you?”

“Do I what?” he asked.

“Miss us.”

“Of course I do,” he raised his voice.

“Then start acting like it, Aaron,” you replied in a similar tone. “Or I swear to God, I don’t know what’s gonna happen.”

“What’s gonna happen?” he asked with his eyebrow raised. “Are you gonna leave me like Haley did?” The arrogance in his voice, his certainty that you wouldn’t do it – a fact that any other day would have made you happy - made your blood boil.

“Maybe I will.”

So much for thinking before speaking.

Silence fell between you, both of you trying to absorb the words you had just said.

Aaron’s eyes were staring into yours with so much intensity you could feel them burn you. A few seconds later you saw those beautiful eyes of his that you so adored filled with tears.

“You’d do that?” he asked you, sounding completely heartbroken. “You’d leave us?”

“Aaron no,” you stood up immediately and walked towards his side of the table. “No, I didn’t mean that.”

His large hand covered his face, trying to hide the fact that he was crying.

“Baby…” you whispered, and moved closer, taking his hand in yours, making him uncover his face. You kissed his palm and took a seat in his lap. “Look at me,” you said.

He did like you said. “Please don’t leave me,” he sobbed, breaking your heart. “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll make more time for you. I promise, please don’t leave.”

“I won’t, baby. I won’t,” you said, but you weren’t sure he could really listen.

“Please don’t leave,” he said again. “You’re the love of my life. I thought life was over after Haley, but you put me back together. You saved me. I can’t do life without you, my love.”

You wrapped your arms around him and let him cry in your embrace. You knew that whatever you were to say at that moment, he wouldn’t be able to hear.

You kissed the top of his head, simply whispering to him that “it’s okay”.

“I’m sorry,” he said one last time, before lifting his head to look at you. His face was completely covered in tears and you were surprised how you weren’t crying too.

“It’s okay, honey,” you told him softly, cupping his cheek with your hand. “I love you. And I’m not leaving. Ever. I just miss you.”

“I miss you, too. So much. I missed this,” he said, trying to pull you closer, even though it was not physically possible.

“Why haven’t you been talking to me?” you asked carefully. “I used to know your every thought.”

“I didn’t wanna burden you with such heavy topics. You’re not my therapist,”’ he replied, running his hand up and down your thigh.

“No, I’m your partner. And I’m here for you Aaron. I don’t want you to pull away from me.”

“You’re right,” he sighed.

“I want all of you. The good and the bad, remember?”

He smiled and you felt such a relief being in the presence of a sight like that. “Yes,” he said. “I’m sorry for making you think I don’t miss you. All day, what keeps me going is the thought that I get to hold you in my arms as we sleep. And when we sleep apart, I look at this picture the three of us took last Christmas to help me sleep peacefully.”

You felt yourself tear up at his words. “Baby, I’m so sorry too for accusing you. Of course I know you love us. And we love you too. So, so much.”

You sat there in his arms and you comforted each other in a way only the two of you knew.

“What’s the name of that Spider-Man movie? I’ll book us tickets,” he said and you grinned, reaching out for your phone.

send me aaron thoughts <33

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[simplyholl]

A Christmas Wish [Loki x F. Reader]

Summary: A drunken confession at a Christmas party leads to delightful consequences. 

Pairing: President Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Dub Con. Choking. Rough Sex.

W/C: 1.2K

Part of The Winter Warmers Collection

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The overplayed Christmas music filled the large room in the White House. I examine my handiwork, mistletoe hung in every doorway, far too many overdecorated trees, and lights I carefully placed along the walls. It had taken me all week to get it perfect. My boss, President Loki had demanded it be the best holiday party the White House had ever seen.

As his personal assistant, I never handled any important matters. My job mostly consisted of scheduling his appointments, getting his meals, coffee, and anything he deemed too insignificant to bother anyone else with. In other words, I’m his lackey. I would have quit long ago, but I couldn’t stand to be away from him. He is the most attractive man I have ever seen, almost otherworldly. He is endlessly charming. He wouldn’t be so successful, if he wasn’t. There’s also a dark side to him that he hides from the public. He can be arrogant, bossy, and mean. I have seen him fire people for walking in the room in a way he deemed unbecoming of his brand. But he had always been kind to me.

I know, it’s such a cliché to have a crush on your boss. But he has that effect on women. Every woman in our office is under his spell. It’s like the Bachelor every day, the way they fight for his attention. Even the older ladies dote on him, making sure he eats and baking him sweets.

 “Y/N, this is wonderful. Exactly what I imagined for the party. Everyone I have spoken to loves the decorations. You have outdone yourself. Make sure you enjoy yourself tonight. You deserve a break.” Loki pats me on the back. His attention is taken off me when a leggy brunette walks by. “If you’ll excuse me, Y/N, I must see to my guests.”

I find my friends, Emma, Hannah, and Meg. They work on Loki’s campaign team. They have been working overtime, since he is up for re-election. They are taking shots; their laughter rings out above the music. “Y/N, you need to get started, you’re a few shots behind.” They hand me a glass; Meg fills it to the top. I press it to my lips; the alcohol burns my throat on the way down. I repeat the process four more times. Loki did tell me to enjoy myself and I’m having a blast with my girls.

“President Hottie was looking extra fine tonight.” Hannah slurs. “Y/N, I don’t know how you are with him every day, and still haven’t tried to sleep with him.” Emma interjects. “It’s not that I don’t want to, he’s just not into me. He’s had plenty of opportunities when we are alone, but he has never made a move.” “Ugh! Can we change the subject? I’ve had enough of his royal highness to last a lifetime.” Meg whines. “What do you all want for Christmas this year?”

Emma thinks about it for a moment, “I told my husband I wanted a new tablet for work.” “I’m hoping for a new handbag.” Hannah says. “What about you, Y/N?” “I don’t think there is anything I want this year.” Meg looks shocked. “There’s nothing you want? Come on, if you could have anything in the world, what would be your Christmas wish?” The effects of the alcohol have taken over. I’m just as surprised as the girls when I say, “All I want for Christmas is for Loki to rip this dress off me.” They giggle and squeal with delight at my answer. The fun stops when a large hand appears on my shoulder.

“Y/N, I require your presence for a moment.” My soul leaves my body when I realize my boss just heard my inappropriate comment about him. I am absolutely getting fired. I’m right behind him, my head hung in shame. He leads me away from the party into his office. I wait for him to shut the door before profusely apologizing.

“Sir, I am so sorry. I don’t usually drink this much, and the girls – “ “Kneel.” He interrupts me with his command. “What?” “Don’t make me tell you again, pet.” I notice his erection straining against his pants as I sink in front of him. “Do you wish to please me, pet?” I nod my head yes. “Of course, you do. Always so good for me, exceeding my expectations. You look so pretty on your knees for me. I want your mouth, sweet girl.”

I unbutton his pants freeing him. I reach for his length, pumping gently while taking him in my mouth. He is way bigger than I’m used to. I gag as he thrusts too deep. I flick my tongue tracing the veins along his glorious manhood. I relax my throat taking all of him. I hollow my cheeks sucking as he pulls my hair, guiding me. He moans my name as I slurp his tip, my hand working the rest of him. He thrusts harder hitting the back of my throat causing me to choke. He doesn’t stop. I hold onto his strong thighs for support. His thrusts become sloppy letting me know he’s close. His grip on my hair tightens. He slams roughly into my throat. He places one finger under my chin lifting my head. I look up meeting his gaze. “Swallow.” He commands as the warm liquid slides down my throat. He helps me off the floor.

I notice he is still hard. His hungry eyes trail over my body. He takes a step forward; strong hands grip my dress. It feels like he barely tugs on the material, but it comes apart in his hands as slides it down my body. He strips me of my underwear. “I have fulfilled your Christmas wish. Now you can grant mine.” He reaches between my thighs, swiping a long finger down my center. “So wet for me. I haven’t touched you yet. Choking on your President’s cock has ruined you already.”

He picks me up, slamming my body against the cool wall. He sucks bruises against my neck. I squirm in his arms, moaning his name.  I tangle my hands in his raven curls. I grab the band of his head piece. I try to remove it so I can see his face better. He clutches my wrist stopping me. “The horns stay on.” He growls. He forcefully thrusts into me. I cry out, placing one hand on his muscled arm, the other holds the right horn of his head piece.

He holds me against the wall his expert fingers circle my clit. “You take me so well. So good for me.” My legs shake as he pounds into me. “Loki I’m gonna come. I…” “Come for me. Let your president have all of you. Let me claim you.” I come undone with his words.

He grasps my hips using me as his human sex doll, fucking me relentlessly. My body slams against the wall with every thrust. He wraps his porcelain hand around my neck squeezing tightly. His moans are music to my ears. He comes apart panting against my neck. He places me back on my feet. He removes his suit jacket tossing it to me as I collect my underwear from the floor. “You can leave out the back.” He adjusts himself zipping his pants and straightening his clothes. He opens the door taking one last look at my disheveled appearance. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

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New Beginnings - Ch 1 (re written)

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He puts his mask on, the red faceless mask stairs back at him in the mirror. He is now red hood not Jason, Jay, little wing, and definitely not robin that child died long ago. That child would have been sitting in his bed while his parents, or who he though were his parents, were fighting. That child would have gotten back from church earlier in the day and would have started praying for the shouting to stop. That child died after Batman didn’t save him, beaten and bloodied in the warehouse. Now he took that child’s place and became something that would scare the child he used to be. But he does it to protect and do what Batman couldn’t. So he straps in his gun into his holster and starts of his portal.

He moves thought the night shadows of crime ally as he moves, he takes down the usual suspects, robbers, thieves, criminals. People who don’t follow his rules. He checks the time it’s half past 12, and he hears his stomach growl. He sighs and sets his sight on the faded neon sigh of a diner, one that him and the child could agree was great. “Batburger” read the sign. He enters and hears an unfamiliar voice form the back, it is young in age and calls out “I’ll be right there.” He wondered who the new person was, he had been going here for a long time to the point that some know his regular. His thoughts are cut of when the person approaches there disheveled a bit seeming to have been cleaning up in the back. “Hello- oh.” The person is looking up at him eyes wide and for a moment he looks into there green eyes. They remind him of his past there eyes were vibrant. His time at ‘Eth Alth’eban was one he was both fond and not so fond about, yet there eyes remind him of his time there. He swears he sees a flash of neon green in there eyes. He stiffens for a moment, he is brought back to the rage of Ra’s al ghul the same green flash coming form the man’s eyes. He blinks and he is back in the restaurant and looking at the (y/c) haired person in front of him. There name tags reads “y/n” they seem to clock back in aswell. “Sorry I’m just a bit surprised, do you want your regular? They made sure to write it down so you don’t have to ask for it every time there’s a new person.” He just gives a nod and they go to the back to make his order. He shakes his thoughts trying to get rid of the person practical child behind the counter. He pays and leaves the restaurant and sits on a nearby rooftop eating his food before getting back to being a crime lord. He finds him self thinking of the child (yes he’s calling them a child they did t looka y older then he did when he was 14) at the wrong time though he gets a bullet grazing his shoulder. He shoots the man who shot him and with that he hear a voice that makes him cringe -he misses the voice he always will but won’t admit it-

“Little wing your hit!” God that nickname it -always- never made him happy it reminded him of the child. The blue acrobatic moved quickly to him “what happened you never get distracted like that” 

“Nothing dick.” He says grumbling, sometimes he thinks if you didn’t know the relationship between the two you’d think dick was meant as an insult but it wasn’t it’s just the name the blue man goes by. “I’m fine I can patch it up myself.” 

“No last time you did you got an Infection and you couldn’t even move your arm” The concern is clear and he knows there is no fighting it. So he begrudgingly moves back to the cave where one of his most favorite person is waiting for him, his arms crossed, an old wrinkled face is stoic, but if you knew the man you could tell he was upset, not enough to get a scolding but he is close.

“Master Jason, please sit” the gray haired man says motioning to the medical table next to him. He sits down and tries not to flinch as he starts getting patched up. 

“Little wing please tell me what’s wrong? You don't just zone out like that.” Dick persisted as Jason sits there. A chair moves out and observes them as dick continues to try to pry the issues out of him. The tired teen sips his coffee and starts to pul, up a program, the screen lights up with heart beats, and other medical information. The teen clicks on the tab labeled “Jason.” And then “irregularities” he scans the screen and finds something that peaks his interest. He then moves to another tab opening “footage” and “Jason” yet again. He moves to the time stamp that the irregularity occurs. He stops the camera and locks onto the face of the same y/c person from before. The teen moves back his chair and his tired voice speaks up through the chaos of the argument that was occurring. 

“Is it this?” Both men turn there head and Jason freezes once again, this time his eyes flash green, the pit. It causes the sleepy teen to stiffen and waken up. He mumbles and moves to scan the person and runs them through a database of faces. Then in bold letters flash across the screen 

“Not recognized.” The room freezes. Jason speaks his voice coming behind the teen now.

“What the fuck Tim?” Tim doesn’t respond frozen before Jason says it again more stern “what the fuck is this Tim?”

Tim respondents a bit flabbergasted “they don’t exist. And there’s no record of them being born or anything, not until 3 months ago.” 

“So what dose that mean exactly.” Says dick.

“It means they’ve either never been seen ever for the past how many years, which is impossible, there’s no way my system has access to everything every single database. Or they… appeared out of thin air, which-“ he is cut of by dick.

“Time travel or reality shifting.”

“Yes dick is right… we-we need to tell Bruce.” The three men all nod agreeing, tonight was there time to investigate. And as they start to in an apartment across the town of Gotham a person unlocks the door, you Walk into your apartment. The clock reads 2 am. And with a sigh you close the door and lock it. You put down your bag and kick of your shoes and grab a snack bar and unwrap it. Taking a bite and venturing further into your dark apartment and into your bed. You lay down and sigh before finishing your bar. As you drift onto sleep and the last thought that hits your mind as the anxiety eats away, is

“Fuck he probably was only weird because I was someone new. I really shouldn’t be concerned over something that is so stupid.” Oh how wrong you were.

- Notes -

please let me know if y’all like what I did with the talking, idk if I fully like it or if it’s to distract.

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[itzynabi]

survival show

summary: in which eve gets made an offer

set: late jan 2018

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mention of food

an: i feel like it’s been 1929283 years but i’m finally posting another scenario. more shineeve for your feed. words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

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Eve poked her head through the office door. “You asked to see me?”

Jinyoung nodded, gesturing at the chair in front of his desk. When she sat down, she leaned back in his chair.

“How are you?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” she said.

“That’s good, that’s good.” He nodded. Clapping his hands, he leaned forward, placing his arms on the desk. “I don’t want to waste your time, so let me get right into it. There’s going to be another season of Produce 101 coming up and Mnet asked me if I had any trainees I’d like on the show and I thought of you.” He pointed at her.

“Um, that’s–”

“I know that you’ve been going through some stuff recently,” he interrupted, “and you probably don’t want to do a survival show, but–” he shrugged his shoulders, leaning back in his chair again– “I figured you could use a distraction.”

Eve nodded slowly, playing with her fingers. “When does it start shooting?”

“Sometime in February or March. It won’t start airing until later, though.” He played with his rings, staring at the trainee. “How about you think about it? Come back to me in… a week?”

“Yeah, okay.” She stood up from her chair. “Thank you,” she said, bowing before she left.

“And what did you say?” Somi asked.

“Nothing,” Eve answered. “He said he’d give me a week to think about it. So, I’m going to think about it.”

The two girls were at a Korean BBQ place, having agreed to meet for dinner. Eve had just told her friend about the offer Jinyoung made her.

“Unnie, you have to do it!” Somi said, making herself another lettuce wrap. “You’d blow the roof off the place, you’re one of the most talented people I know.” She shoved the wrap into her mouth.

Eve watched over the meat as it cooked. “I don’t know.” She sighed. “I just don’t feel ready.”

Somi rolled her eyes exasperatedly. “That was your excuse for not going on Sixteen. I’m beginning to think you don’t want to debut.”

“Yes, I do! I just want to make sure that when I present myself to the world, I’m at my best.”

“Unnie, there’s no way you can be at your best as a trainee. You’re going to learn more as you’re in the industry,” Somi told her. “Have you told your brother?”

Eve shook her head. “I forgot to tell him yesterday and he’s in practises for SHINee’s upcoming concerts.” She said, assembling her own wrap. “I told my parents and they said they’ll support whatever I choose.” She stopped moving, staring Somi in the eye. “My dad very unsubtly said he wants me to say yes.”

Somi burst out laughing, clapping her hands. “Your dad knows what I’m talking about! Unnie, you are too talented to not make your debut.”

Eve hesitated to eat her wrap. “I… whatever!” She exclaimed, showing the wrap in her mouth. “Enough about me,” she said as she chewed. “What’s new with you?”

Somi groaned. “Just trying to negotiate with PD-nim about my solo debut. The usual.”

Eve chuckled, all too aware of her friends’ struggle with seeing eye-to-eye with their CEO. “I think you might just convince him one of these days.”

“You bet?” Somi asked, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

Eve nodded. “Yeah. And if he doesn’t budge, I’ll fight him for you,” she promised, causing the younger girl to smile.

“Thank you, unnie.”

Eve rolled her eyes, a smile gracing her face. “Yeah, yeah. Eat more.” She put more meat on Somi’s plate.

The next day, Eve walked to the elevators of the SM Entertainment building, dragging her school bag as she walked and entered the first one that opened. She went to the floor that SHINee’s practice room was on, knocking on the door when she arrived. There was silence on the other end and then–

“Come in, princess!” Minho shouted.

She entered the room, letting go of her bag when she closed the room. “I’ve arrived,” she said, doing jazz hands. The four men were scattered in the room: Minho by the speakers, Taemin on the bench, Jinki lying starfish on the ground and Kibum staring at himself in the mirror, going over choreography. Her eyes roamed the room some more, looking for a fifth man, but stopped once she remembered.

“We see that.” Minho chuckled.

“Your hair’s so messy,” Taemin said, pointing at her sad excuse for a ballet bun.

She ran her hand through it. “We ran through every dance five times today and did extra strength and conditioning. Teacher Haeun wants us to do the dances in our sleep! Since it’s the senior’s last performance as students, she wants it to be our best one ever.”

“Right!” Taemin exclaimed. “You’re graduating this year!”

“Finally!” She groaned, making Taemin laugh.

“Make sure you don’t work too hard,” Jinki warned, raising his arm in warning.

Eve saluted. “You got it.” She chuckled as he laughed. Looking to Kibum, she shifted on her feet. “Oppa, can I talk to you?”

Kibum stopped going over the choreography, turned around and looked at her. “What’s up?” He asked, walking to her.

She shook her head. “Nothing major. I just need your advice.”

“I can also give you advice!” Minho shouted, walking to the siblings. The three of them sat down on the floor near the door.

“So,” she started, “JYP PD-nim said that he wants to put me on the upcoming season of Produce 48, but I don’t know if I should.”

“Do you want to?” Kibum asked her.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I think about going on the show and I’m scared. I think about not going on the show, and I’m filled with regret.”

“When do you need to answer him?”

“Um…” She checked the date on her phone. “Three days.”

“I think you should do it,” Taemin spoke up from across the room. He walked to the trio, Jinki following behind him, and sat down with them. “You’ll obviously come in first place and debut.”

“You’re way too talented to still be a trainee,” Jinki added.

She pursed her lips in thought. “You think? Because Somi said the same thing, but I don’t know.”

Kibum lightly shoved her shoulder. “Yah! What’s the worst that could happen? And don’t take that as an invitation to start listing out bad things,” he said, stopping Eve from doing exactly that.

Minho squeezed her leg. “You’re just overthinking it.”

“That’s literally all I do,” she said.

“Close your eyes,” Jinki instructed, tapping her incessantly when she didn’t immediately obey. “Take a deep breath.” He waited for her to do as instructed. “Squeeze your hands. Now, roll your shoulders back. What’s your favourite colour?”

“Pink,” she answered.

“Song?”

“1 of 1.”

“Do you want to do the show?”

“Yes– Oh.” She opened her eyes, looking at the oldest member. “Oh.”

“Hyung, you’re like a wizard,” Kibum commented, shifting away from his member. “But now that you know, are you going to do the show?” He asked his sister.

Eve nodded slowly, thinking it through. “Yeah. I think I am.”

Taemin whooped. “Yeah!”

She sat on her heels, leant forward and wrapped the members in a hug. “Thank you ahjussi’s.”

Minho reached up, wrapping his hand around her wrist. “No problem, Nabi.”

Eve knocked on Jinyoung’s office door, entering when he let her. Looking up from the papers on his desk, he smiled at her.

“I assume you thought it over?” He asked.

She nodded her head. “Yes, I did and I would like to do the show.”

His smile got bigger at her words. “That’s great news! I’ll tell the executives.” She nodded, turning to leave the room, but stopped at the sound of his voice. “This is really great. I’m… I’m planning on debuting a girl group,” he told her, “and I wanted you in it, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready. But this will be a good opportunity to test you — see if you’re ready.” He looked down at the papers on his desk. “Your debut in the group will depend on your performance on Produce 48,” he said, “so make sure to do a good job.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, gulping. She couldn’t deny the amount of pressure she felt too do good in order to debut in a permanent group.

He smiled at her once more. “You may go,” he dismissed.

Eve nodded, leaving his office. She walked to the elevator, going down to the practice rooms for her lesson. As she approached her room, she pulled out her phone.

[nabi’s ahjussi’s]

nabi [18:34] i told PD-nim i’d do the survival show

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [18:34] yeah!!!!!!!!!!! woohoo!!!!

taem (ahjussi #5) [18:34] fighting nabi fighting!!

flaming charisma (ahjussi #4) [18:34] we’ll make sure to support you!!!

Eve stifled a laugh when Jinki sent a dancing gif. She turned her phone off, putting it in her dance bag. As she entered the room with the other trainees, she told herself she’d work harder than anyone in the entire trainee system to secure her place in the new girl group.

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I'll Give You the World

Kinktober Day 28 Lyle Wainfleet

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Praise, P in V Sex, Fingering, Cunnilingus

A/N: This is for you bby @loaksxhoe 😘

Dividers are by @plutism

Thank you @pandoraslxna for this event

It started off innocently enough. I was working in an abandoned file room back from the previous war, shifting through records with Corporal Wainfleet, trying to make sense of the war-torn chaos.

“What did they do here? Throw every piece of paper in the building like confetti?” I groan, grinding my teeth.

“I think they also had a party, would explain the footprints,” Waving a rumpled and dirty footprint on the stark white paper. 

Finishing with the current box I was organizing, I took it to the proper shelf to file it away, but even in an 8-foot-tall body, I still could not reach the top shelf where it was meant to go. Previously, machines would grab the box and file it properly, everything in perfect order, but those machines haven’t worked in 15 years. I struggle, trying to put the box on the top shelf before warmth covers my back. Corporal Wainfleet grabs the box, his chest resting in mine, caging me against the tall shelves.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got you,” His 9’3 tall ass places the box without problem.

“Oh-um-yeah, th-thank you,” I stutter out.

“Anytime,” with that, he backs off back to our workstation.

The second time it happened, it was somber.

“I still don’t know why we’re still stuck here,” Corporal Wainfleet grumbled.

Two months later, we were still being punished, forced to work in this tiny office whenever we weren't in the field.

“I lost a kid, and you tried to kill one,” I muttered, organizing paper tower number 3.

“I didn’t know or was a damn kid!” He shouted.

I rolled my eyes at him, “It was Sully’s kid. He would have been 16 at most, more likely 14 or 15. You nearly killed the kid,” I place this paper in box number 32.

“He’s fine, ain’t he?” Wainfleet retorted.

“If you count taken hostage and in a medical-induced coma because I couldn’t stop the bleeding enough, then sure, he’s fine,” I grumble, placing this paper in box number 65.

He hisses as his ears pin back and tail swishes aggravatedly, the guilt eating at him, “You fucked up too. That's why we're both here,”

I raised my eyebrow at him, “I fucked up because I lost Spider while giving medical attention to the Sully boy. I fucked up fixing your fuck up.” I stood up, grabbed a box to put away, done with the conversation.

“Do you think it would have been better if he died?” His voice was somber.

Facing him, I see the sadness in his eyes. I lean back against the shelf, “I ask myself that every day because I made him a prisoner of the RDA.” tears slip out of my eyes. “I don’t regret fighting, making a home for humans, but that’s a child,” 

The corporal’s arms wrapped around me, his tail inching towards mine.

“I know he’s a kid, but he still had that gun and was aiming to kill,” He tried to console.

“No, he wasn’t. He was covering the others. That’s how they escaped.” I lean in closer to him, accepting his warmth.

He sighs sadly, “It's war, Darling. Things happen in war,” he tucks my head under his chin.

“I don’t give a shit about war, not when kids are forced to fight it,” my body shakes with sobs, not letting the sound leave my mouth.

“Shh, it’ll be alright, baby girl. Please don’t cry; your pretty face wasn’t made for tears,” his large hand cradled my head, helping me feel secure.

The third time was the most noticeable.

“Alright, when are you two gonna start fucking?” Lopez teased.

“Oh please, they’ve already been fucking for months now, all huddled up in the office alone,” Fike mocked, making kissing noises.

“Damn! (Y/N), you better be using protection,” ZDog chimed in, nudging my ribs.

“I wished I could say that you all came back wrong, but none of you were right in the head to begin with,” I snarked, rolling my eyes.

“Awe, don’t be like that. Lyle, come deal with your girl. You gotta help deal with her tension.” Fike commented, perching on a table away from me.

“Not her fault, you’re all idiots,” He remarks, not looking away from his coffee, “It’s too early for this shit.” With that, he shuffled away, stopping next to me, “You’re very pretty this morning,” he kissed the top of my head before returning to his room.

The lot of us all stood there shocked. You could hear a pin drop. The rest processed what they saw, and the room erupted in noise.

“Fuck, you taste so good for me,” Lyle moans as he breaks away from my slit, slick dripping down his face.

“Fuck Lyle, more! “ I demand, grinding myself onto his mouth. 

“Easy, sweetheart, you gotta learn some patience.” Lyle chuckles as he digs his tongue back into my slit.

“Yes! Just like that, feels so fucking good,” I moan.

Lyle’s fingers had been playing with my slit, easing me open, as his tongue licked inside. The tendrils inside me came out to play with his tongue, attempting to peek out of my slit, wrapping around his large tongue. Slowly, he pushes two of his fingers deep into me, stretching me deeper. 

“Fuck baby, you always take my fingers so well.” He hisses before slurping the slick that leaked out of me. 

“Shit, yes.” I pull his head closer to my slit.

Instead of his tongue, I felt Lyle nip at the edges of my slit. I gasp at stinging pain, causing my slit to tighten around his fingers as my core fills with heat. He used his tongue to soothe the affected area as he continued to kiss around my navel. 

Finally, he curled his fingers inside, bringing me intense pleasure. The tendrils inside me are as sensitive as my clit was on my previous body. And Lyle knew how to play them, how to curl his fingers, the perfect way to twist and wiggle them, fucking my slit perfectly.

“This what you like, pretty girl?” Lyle asks as he adds another finger, “My baby girl is always so good and ready for me. I didn’t even have to ask you to come here; I just walked in, and you were ready. My princess, so eager to be a good girl and cum around me. You ready for me to fuck you?” He whispers into my slit.

“Please! Please, Lyle! I want you,” I beg, the heat in my core becoming unbearable.

Lyle removes his fingers, causing me to whine, “I know, Princess, you gotta let me give you the best part.” He chuckles, lining himself up with my slit. 

Slowly he pushed in, my slit eagerly spreading for him. His spines played with my tendrils, grinding against each other in a sensual dance.

“Oh fuck, baby girl, so fucking tight on my cock, wrapping around me like a sleeve. So fucking perfect for me,” Lyle moans as he slips more of his length inside me. 

“You so fucking deep! The spines feel so good; they’re rubbing me. They feel so good, please, Lyle!” I ramble on, not sure what I am asking for. 

Next thing I know, Lyle’s lips are on mine, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth. I play with his tongue, tasting myself on his tongue as he explores each other's mouths. I feel our bodies wrap meld together, the spine son his cock melding with my tendrils as we lock together, grinding out hips to bring more pleasure as we have less room to move. My cervix was creeping closer to his tapered cock, my own body begging for a full lock.

“Good girl.” Lyle rolls his hips harshly, “Your gonna cum on my cock aren’t you, baby?” We can no longer separate, as he drags my body wherever he goes, locked by our sexes. 

The pull in my slit as he moves is intoxicating. It leaves a bruising feel as our intertwined bodies refuse to let go. The burning in my loins grew with each grind. 

“Such a good fucking girl from me. Can’t wait to fill you with my cum.” Lyle exclaims breathlessly. 

I mewl in response, wanting his cum inside me as his tip bumps against my cervix. Our slits meld together, leaving no space between us as his cock pierced my cervix. I scream as he slides in deeper, his own tendrils wrapping around my own, sealing our bodies together wholly. Not a space left between us as we came. Every wave of pleasure was in sync as I felt Lyle fill me with his cum.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lyle!” I whine as pleasure rolls through me.

“Oh fuck, I’m right here, baby girl. You’re doing so good for me. I feel so fucking good filling you with my cum. You never waste a drop.” Lyle groans, rocking us. 

“Love your cum,” I moan as I come down from my high.

“I know you do, baby,” He chuckles, moving us to lay comfortably. 

I look up at him wide-eyed, “Will you give me more after?” I ask sweetly.

I see his eyes dilate as Lyle licks his lips, “Of course, baby, I’ll give you everything you want.”

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[wellthebardsdead]

Falûne good end 3 (the spider and the moon)

Astarion ascends despite Falûnes wishes and following the fall of the absolute Falûne accepts his cambion form as who he is deciding it doesn’t define his goodness as a person. After a not so amicable breakup he leaves baldurs gate for moonrise towers to be given his title as a high priest before travelling to the blighted village to aid Shadowheart in its rebuilding. But, not before finding love in one of his most unexpected allies*

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Falûne: *sitting alone in the waning moon, watching as harpers and refugees relax with a meal and drink following a long days work. Us, scratch and the owlbear Cub all by his side enjoying some rest as their master eats his fill*

???: Well, here’s a face I was not expecting to see.

Falûne: *blinks and looks up to see minthara approaching from the bar, the Paladin smiling in his direction* Minthy? Is that you?

Minthara: Yes, I emerged from the underdark to gather some supplies from more amicable folk compared to my kin, and I find myself in pleasant company instead. *sits across from him, her eyes immediately growing cold and her expression dropping as she spots a distinct bruise on his neck* …What happened?

Falûne: …I… left Astarion… I’d read that an ascended vampires obsession could grow to dangerous lengths but… I never expected him to turn violent with me.

Minthara: *reaches over and unlaces his collar, pulling it down a little in one swift motion to show a butchered bite mark, skin ripped in places and several extra puncture wounds from several attempts at keeping a hold of him. The struggle already evident from the sheer level of bruising* …I will pull his teeth from his gums for this. *casts lay on hands healing it*

Falûne: *relaxes into her healing touch* it’s fine… I think he learned his lesson well enough when my knee found his groin… and if that didn’t do it than the concussion he received when I threw him down the stairs surely would have done so.

Minthara: *pulls away and ties the lace back up before sitting down again with an amused chuckle* I’ve bared witness to your strength and willingness to survive, he should have known better than to expect you not to fight back… but where will you go now? Baldurs gate is his stalking ground. Do you plan on seeking refuge in the hells with your uncle?

Falûne: no, I was actually planning on heading to where we first met and helping with the cleanup effort.

Minthara: where we first- Ah. You mean when you came flying through the goblin encampment on a devilish blood lust. Huh, the glimpse I caught of you before you were upon me was a frightening, divine sight to behold indeed.

Falûne: you, liked? That?

Minthara: A display of power and unbridled fury of a prince of the hells? Absolutely~ and if it weren’t for you finding mercy in that moment to only knock me unconscious, I would have missed out on more of your grander. *looks at his wings and second horns* I am glad to see you embracing your powers, and tempering them with your calm mind.

Falûne: it is my heart that tempers me. After spending my whole life trapped by a curse that devoured my memories, I find it difficult to trust my own mind.

Minthara: Hm. I doubt that greatly. Your mind overpowered that of an elderbrain right before my very eyes. You convinced a war devil to kill his own minions and then himself with your quick wit and razor tongue. And you defied Z’rell and ketherics influence enough to save me from their grasp… I trust your mind more than I do my own… And, I’d like, to see myself through your eyes once more, if I may.

Falûne: … *smiles and nods*

Minthara: *casts detect thoughts and peers into his mind, seeing herself through his eyes with a familiar, comforting, and loving glow* you… are returning my sentiment for you?

Falûne: you were right… I should have chosen you over him… I made a huge mistake trusting that he wouldn’t break my heart… he knew the risk him ascending posed to me and still did it. If uncle Raphael didn’t step in to save us from Mephistopheles I… I’d be nothing more than his phylactery and astarion the body he’d be possessing.

Minthara: and now you wear your grandfathers horns as your crown.

Falûne: I… actually handed the throne of Cania over to uncle Raphael. I’m still a prince but- *hugs himself with his wings* hell is a horrible place… I’d much rather be here, with you.

Minthara: I’m glad to be here with you too… *places her hand on his* I want you. All of you…

Falûne: *smiles at her and takes her hand* my heart cannot take much more grief… please be more gentle with it than he was.

Minthara: *nods* You have my word. No one. Not even I will harm it again… and together. We will destroy my family house, and kill Astarion.

Falûne: *quirks his brow*

Minthara: … *sighs* And help rebuild the village and temple of Selûne.

Falûne: thank you minthy.

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[bougiebutchbitch]

tiny health whinge

I gotta fucked up spine - secondary scolio due to ligamentous laxity, CSF leaks due to weak dura mater, on my second slipped disc despite being in my twenties, and now a fucking 'weird growth' (quoted from my doctor, verbatim) that is still being investigated but is Making Me A Bit ConcernedTM (I'm sure it's nothing!! But!!! Hhhhh!!!!) Anyway, lots of neurogenic pain and daily muscle spasms that lock up my legs. Yay.

I have meds that really help! They reduce the pain to the point where I can concentrate on my studies!

They just also make me feel like a fucking zombie.

I get about two hours max per day where I can be vaguely productive and not just aimlessly scroll Tumblr. I can't focus enough to write creatively. I can't focus enough to read. I can't focus enough to study. I love my course and I love my topic and I'm just so scared that I'm not gonna be able to keep up. I don't know how I'm going to manage working clinically 5 days a week in THEE most hectic work sector.

My parents have said they'll support me if I have to stop working, but... :c I know it's The Internalised Ableism, but I really really really fucking don't want to have to rely on other people/go on benefits/etc. That's a big source of fear for me. I have an independent career laid out that I will absolutely love, which I feel really passionate about - and I might not be able to do it because I have a stupid genetic condition and my body is falling apart. I keep trying to tell myself it'll be fine, but I also keep injuring myself accidentally because my joints are stupidly weak and damaged, and I know I can't keep doing this in the long run.

It's just really disheartening. I try so hard to be positive and not to give up. I do all my physio and eat healthy and really put in The WorkTM to being a good patient. Doctors love me!! I'm making a really concerted effort to Stay On Top Of This, and that's recognised by my care team! My specialist physio says I'm her best patient! But. All that work doesn't make up for the fact that every month I get hit with a new health set-back.

It's just. Sometimes it's all too much. And I want to lay down and cry for a week and mourn all my hopes for the future.

I'll be back to my usual 'fuck this I will keep fighting out of spite' attitude tomorrow. But today, we weep.

#EDS #hEDS #:cries: #vent

[sxdomizer]

OC RAMBLES: MOLOTOV

I'm suddenly inspired, so I wanna talk about Molotov for a little here. Doing this for myself mostly but if anybody feels like reading, HOORAY-- asks always welcome ofc

He's existential as fuck. Like, really existential. He gets philosophical with it, too, so much that he gets trapped in his own thoughts a lot; he can disassociate for hours, especially at night or when it's quiet & he's alone. He wonders about who made him, and why. Being surrounded by living things when he barely considers himself one is.. tough. He especially struggles with the idea of having a family.

He can't feel most (physical) things. Temperature and pain are some of the biggest examples of these, but others include things like itches, tickles, hunger, thirst, etc. He can, however, sense pressure, so that's one of the things that brings him the most comfort. He can only really feel touch as we do in more sensitive places like his face (especially his nose).

Other than his lack of sense of touch, his other senses work fine. He hears fine, sees fine, hears fine, he can even taste-- one thing he can't (shouldn't) do, however, is consume food or drink. Mostly because it doesn't really go anywhere, and if food isn't decomposed by the body, it decomposes itself, and he doesn't need to experience that... not inside his body, anyway.

He tends to be a little hyperactive, but he can focus on things for long periods of time, too. Early on in his life, he spent most of his time studying, and willingly spent literal days with his face buried in books. This became a bit of a problem later on, though, because he loses track of time quite easily, and a day at the library is more often than not cut short by closing time.

BIIIIIG fan of R&B. Music in general is amazing, but he especially likes the almost poetic nature of R&B and rap music. Sure, most of the time the lyrics can be a little.. interesting to pay attention to, but he really sees himself in some of the songs. He's the type to say that "(X music writer) is a genius".

Despite his enthusiasm for knowledge and studying, he isn't very "street smart" outside the battlefield. Sure, he can fight, but he'll be nice to anyone. He can't really read people, so "shade" isn't really one of his worries. There's good in everyone if you just look hard enough, dig deep enough. Violence should be a last resort.

His years outside his cabin were spent on the streets. He was a nomad, travelling wherever destiny took him, working with and selling whatever he could. His main interests are weaponry & explosives, so he mostly built those and illegally sold them. Thanks to his ties to that, he was caught in fights quite often.

He never liked staying in a single place for long, mostly because resources quickly ran dry. Finding salvagable material is rare enough, so he saved what he could and his inventory rotated accordingly.

Without the need for eating or drinking, most of his money was spent on materials, bullets, or cigarettes. If he didn't buy these, he traded for them.

There are dents and burns along his body, but somehow no bullet holes. More often than not, he was on the shooting side.

No matter how low resources got, he used to always keep a rifle and a few bombs with him, just for self-defense. He gave those up eventually when he stopped associating with that life.

After he settled down, he became a tutor! Finally being able to put his knowledge to use in ways other than building weapons is like a dream. He'd become a teacher if he didn't need to go to college for that, but his lack of an education prevents him from it.

So that's about it for the time being, mostly because I don't know what else to write but. YAY MOLO

If this gets enough positive feedback (any at all tbh) maybe I'll write some more,,,, if I have the time

again, asks are welcomed and encouraged, thanks for taking the time to read :)

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[dino-boyo-agere]

Giggles, Tears, Fun & Feels

little!Garrett Watts & cg!Andrew Siwicki x little!reader

╰→ all platonic!

cw: nothing really, all fluff and a wee bit hurt and comfort (because I can't help myself..)

! Gender neutral pronouns & "Y/N" are used to refer to the reader.

Plot:

Your caregiver, Andrew Siwicki, takes you along to a video shoot with his best friend, Garrett Watts. At some point he has to leave, resulting in Garrett babysitting you. While playing, you  and Garrett himself, discover a whole new side of him.

Word count: 1829

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Andrew, was finally able to take you along to his best friend - Garrett's - place. You are really happy to meet him, since you always loved his videos. Speaking off, they have to shoot a video while you are here. But knowing how their work days normally go, they probably won't start before midnight, so you have plenty of time to get to know Garrett first.

Even though you didn't plan on it, you quickly begin to slip when you arrive at Garrett's house. Seeing all the fun, weird and interesting things he has laying around everywhere and the excitement of finally getting to know one of your favorite content creators, there is just no avoiding it. You try and fight slipping, at first, worried you might ruin their schedule. But Andrew and Garrett reassure you that it's okay and that they'll be able to handle both, little you and making the video. 'Besides, they most likely won't start shooting until way past your bedtime anyways.'

Setting up the lighting and cameras, Andrew notices that he's forgotten to bring batteries. Garrett confirms that he also doesn't have any at home, so your caregiver decides to drive to the store and get some, as Garrett insists that they absolutely need them for the spirit box. Andrew promises he'll make it as quick as possible and asks if it would be okay for you to stay with Garrett, until he's back. Obviously, you agree.

Garrett is way more quiet in person, than you thought he would be. Of course, you didn't expect him to be as chaotic as he is in his videos, but you definitely pictured him not as apprehensive as he showed to be. But you didn't mind. You're just happy to finally meet him in person.

You are playing with some of his miniature items as he watches you, making sure you won't try to eat any of them.. 'But maybe, if you move just slow enough, he might not-' "Hey, Y/N! What are-"

You flinch at the sudden loud voice. 'Oh no, Garrett sounds angry, what if he hates me now?'

Your worries quickly subside, wen you hear his all to familiar giggle. "Ahahaha.. Don't eat that old lady, that's SO rude!"

You giggle along with him. ¹* "Sowwy ol lagy!" You say apolitically, before placing her next to the fridge.

Grabbing two stuffies, you excitedly approach Garrett. ²* "Wan pay?"

"Uh, sure.. What do you want to play?" He sounded hesitant.

³* "Weally? Yu dun as to if yu don wan!" Seeing how you try to make sure he is comfortable with the situation, Garrett flashed you a warm smile.

"Yes, I'm sure. Sorry, if I seem a little.. off, today. I've been all up in my head lately... Aaand you're a child.. so, I probably shouldn't unload my mental health stuff on ya.. uh.. I'mma stop talking about that now."

You stare up at him with troubled look, unsure how or if you should respond. "I'm fine though, don't worry! It's just stupid adult brain stuff and I think playing with you could help me feel a bit better, actually." He adds, ruffling your hair and making you giggle by doing so.

⁴* "Tay." You say, holding one of the stuffies up to him, before explaining what you'd like to play. ⁵* "Yu take dis n we pay tea paty, tay?"

Garrett's face begins to beam. "Oh, fun!! I love tea parties!" He exclaimes, excitedly grabbing the plushie. His excitement quickly jumping over to you as well. "Ya!! Fun, fun, fun!" You begin bouncing up and down, with Garrett swiftly joining in.

"Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!" The both of you chant, hopping around and giggling, until you let yourselves fall to the ground.

Out of breath, you just lay there for a few minutes, until you look over, as you hear Garrett giggling.

He repeatedly lifts his stuffie in the air, before bringing it back down to give it a kiss on the nose, making a "mwah!" sound and giggling each time.

He seems.. small.. and happy.

Loving his silly giggles, you decide to make him even more happy.

'If kisses from one plushie make him titter, kisses from two plushies will most definitely bring double the fun!' You think to yourself.

So, you take your stuffie, bringing it to his cheek, making a "mwah!" sound aswell, following his example.

Bewildered, he stops and stares at you for a second, before breaking out in giggles again and returning the favor, making his plush friend give you a kiss on the cheek too.

The two of you are goofing around on the floor, fighting a kissies-war against each other's plush toys, when Andrew arrives back home.

Hearing you both giggling, like a couple of maniac's, he basically flys into the room, hoping to join in the fun.

"What are you guys up to, huh? Having fun, are we?" He asks, also laughing.

⁶* "Ya, fun out yu!" You blurt out teasingly, still unable to stop giggling.

Andrew ghasps dramatically. "Oh, the betrayal!! Y/N, how could you?!" He exclaimes, falling to the floor theatrically.

You giggle even more. ⁷* "Cuz Gatet way moa fun! Gatet fun lik meh n no boin laik yu!"

Andrew laughes, as he playfully grabs your foot. "Unacceptable!" He exclaimes melodramatically "I will have to eat you as compensation for the emotional turmoil!" He declares further, before pretending to chomp down on your foot, to try and eat it, making you squeal. ⁸* "Nu eat meh, peas! m sowy, pomis!" You plead, still giggling.

Andrew gives you a kiss on your forehead, "Okay, Y/N, I forgive you!" before averting his attention to Garrett.

"And what do you have to say to your defense, Mr. Watts? Trying to steal my little rae of sunshine? How dare you?" He performes his lines in the same dramatical manner as he did with you, but Garrett doesn't seem to be as exited as he was a few minutes ago.

Now, that you thought about it, he has been notably quiet throughout your and Andrew's whole theatrics.

Your caregiver also seems to notice the shift in Garrett's mood just now. "Hey, Garrett. Are you alright?" He inquires.

Getting no answer, he persists. "Gare bear, tell me what's wrong."

Garrett stares at the ground, as his shoulders begin to shake and tears roll down his cheeks. "Mh.. s- sorry.." He whisperers.

Andrew's face paints a worried expression. "Sorry? For what? You didn't- I was just joking around Gare! I'm not actually mad at you, I promise!" He says, resting a hand on Garrett's shoulder in support. "You did an amazing job, taking care of-"

He is interrupted by Garrett. "No! I not! Did bad!"

Andrew shakes his head no. "That's just not true. You both where laughing like mad men, when I arrived. You where having so much fun! How's that 'doing bad', huh?" Andrew asks, bringing one hand to his chin, making Garrett look up at him.

His eyes where puffy and red and his nose was runny from crying. ⁹* "Ezacy! I giggle n play. Buh I sposed be big. I no smol. I neva been smol. Why nao? It Selfis! Sorry.. I s- sorry for bein selfis.."

Your caregiver gives the dishevelled boy a kiss on his forehead. "No, I'm sorry. You know. I had a hunch. Kind of, like.. a feeling that you might be an age regressior, without even realizing it.."

Garrett looks at him in bewilderment. "H- how?"

Andrew scratches his head. "Honestly, I'm not too sure myself. Ever since I met Y/N and became a caregiver, I just had a feeling you might be a little one aswell."

He pauses, getting a nod from Garrett as response, before continuing. "That's actually why I insisted on Y/N coming along. I was hoping you might regress, when you guys hang out a bit."

You pout slightly, prompting Andrew to add "..aaand because I want to take them with me, whenever it's possible, of course!!"

Satisfied, you smile at him, so he continues to comfort Garrett.

"Obviously, I shouldn't have left you alone with such a big responsibility, especially seeing how I knew you where a little.. I'm sorry, Garrett."

The boy sat quietly for a little while, seemingly trying to comprehend everything and to come up with a response.

"No kno." He mutteres, after a few minutes of silence, only getting confused looks from both you and Andrew.

¹⁰* "Yu no kno I smol, Yu jus tink. No kno." Garrett clarifies, causing your caregiver to laugh.

"Okay, well I was right though.. So it's basically the same as knowing, alright.." he explains, playfully poking Garrett in the belly, finally coaxing another giggle out if him again.

You breathe a sigh of relief, also laughing lightly, before tilting your head in a curious manner. ¹¹* "So, Gatet smol tu?" You ask, trying to make sure you understood the situation correctly.

¹²* "Tink, ya. Dat kay?" He replies, fiddling with the stuffed animal, still in his hands.

You blankly stare at him, not sure if he's seriously asking you - an age regressor - if it's okay to be..well.. An age regressor.

Your silence unsettled Garret a little. ¹³* "I smol gud, or no gud?" He elaborates, guessing that 'maybe you just didn't understand his first question'.

You think for a few seconds, pondering about your reply.

¹⁴* "Mak Gatet hapi?" You finally ask in return.

"Ya." He replies with a smile.

"Dan gud." You simply state.

"Gud.." He agrees. Adding "tank yu!", before opening his arms, asking for a hug.

You basically jump into his arms, with Andrew joining in, embracing the both of you.

After about twenty minutes of warm, comforting snuggles, Garret and you begin slowly dozing off.

Noticing that, Andrew nudges the both of you lightly. "Hey, kiddos. I think it's bedtime, okay?"

Almost in sync, Garrett and you reply, "Tay..", looking up at your caregiver sleepily.

Andrew helps the both of you to get ready for bed, brushing your teeth, washing your faces, putting on your PJs and tucking you in, together.

"Want me to read you a story?" He asks. You decline the offer. "m tired." Garrett states. "Ya, tired." You agree.

"Okay then! Good night, Munchkins." Andrew cooes to the both of you, kissing your foreheads, before turning on the night light and going to bed himself.

You're already half asleep, when Garrett turns around to face you. Using the stuffie you gifted him, he lightly nudges your shoulder.

Turning to face him aswell you ask, "Hm?" without looking at him. Your eyes where to heavy already.

Garrett giggles a little. "Pay tea paty morow?" He asks in a whisper.

'Oh, right, you almost forgot.. The both of you didn't even got around to have your tea party, with all those big feelings getting in the way.'

"Ya, tea paty morow." You agree, flashing him a sleepy smile.

You cuddle up next to him, before dozing off, grateful for your new found friend and exited for tomorrow's adventures.

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Thank you for reading my little story!

This was my first try at a reader insert type story, so let me know your thoughts!!

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¹ Footnotes - real life people & fanfiction

I know some ppl dislike fanfiction about real life people (YouTubers, actors, etc.).

But personally, I think it's okay, as long as you don't do anything... Uncomfortable.

And I couldn't help myself, not just because Garrett is one of my favorite people on this planet, but also because I think he might actually be an age regressior, maybe even without knowing it..

Especially after watching → this ← video, with the following clip:

I mean like.. he's so baby coded.. I literally can't.. too cute!

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² Footnotes - babbling translation:

¹* "Sorry old lady!"

²* "Do you want to play?"

³* "Really? You don't have to (play), if you don't want to!"

⁴* "Okay."

⁵* "You take this (plush) and we play tea paty, okay?"

⁶* "Yes, (we had) fun without you!"

⁷* "Becauz Garrz (is) way mre fun! He (is) fun like me and nor boring like you!"

⁸* "Don't eat me, please! I'm sorry, I promise!"

⁹* "Exactly! I giggled and played. But I (was) supposed (to) be big. I'm not small (a regressor). I never (have) been small. Why now? It's Selfisz! Sorry, I'm s- sorry for being selfish.."

¹⁰* "You don't know I'm small, you just guessed. Didn't know."

¹¹* "So, Garrett (is) smmal too?"

¹²* " (I) think (so), yes. (Is) that okay?"

¹³* "It's me being small good, or not good?"

¹⁴* "(Does it) make (you) happy, Garrett?"

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[silverstarfics]

For @thunder-pride​ non-binary day, I have a quick fic for you all. It didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted but it’s getting late so I figured I’d post it anyway. 

AO3 link

Brains knew many things. Most things, even – at least in comparison with the average person. Fix almost any mechanical object under the sun? Sure. Recite every element of the Periodic Table and their respective mass numbers? Not a problem. Design and construct a fleet of the most advanced rescue crafts known to mankind? It had taken a little while but the Thunderbirds were also a success.

So, taking all of this into consideration, it seemed baffling that Brains had no idea how to start a conversation. Or to be precise, this specific conversation because it wasn’t exactly an everyday discussion. It was a sort of monumental, heavy talk which could tip the scales of the future in either direction.

In other words – or, you know, a lack of words given that was the problem at hand – it was monumentally terrifying which was not a phrase thrown around lightly. A lot of things were scary, but this? This was on an entirely new level.

The villa was mostly empty. Grandma was visiting friends on the mainland and Alan was fighting aliens on a video game again. Gordon and Scott were halfway across the world on a rescue in Denmark, leaving Virgil as the only other person present. It was plausible that Brains had planned to arrive in the kitchen around now for precisely that reason.

It was a light, balmy evening without so much as a hint of rain in the air. A gentle breeze rustled the palm fronds while the nightly symphony of insect song grew a little louder by the minute. Sun rays swept across the ocean to invite themselves through the sliding doors, transforming the kitchen into a pool of glowing gold. All of it should have established a sense of calm and yet.

“Hey,” Virgil called across, spying Brains lurking awkwardly partway between the conversation pit and the hallway. He lifted the saucepan of whatever he was cooking. “Are you hungry? I’ve accidentally made enough for… I don’t even know. Four? Five? Too much for me to eat by myself, anyway.”

Brains went to speak, faltered, and instead slid wordlessly onto a bar stool. For a few moments, they remained in a tranquil silence. It was so quiet that the distant waves against the beach were audible. From somewhere within the conversation pit, MAX let out a tiny trill which was probably meant to be reassuring but could also have been a suggestion that maybe notecards for this conversation would have been a good idea after all.

“Long day?”

Brains nearly startled out of the seat. “S-sorry?”

Virgil looked fondly bemused. “I was just asking if you’ve had a long day? You seem more…” He twirled a hand vaguely; a sixteen-hour rescue tended to steal a guy’s vocab. “…in your own head than usual. Anything exciting or are you tired?”

“Is both an option?”

“Both seems most likely, so yes.” Virgil returned his attention to the saucepan. Tiredness stamped his features and had taken root in his shoulders yet his voice remained soft as he ventured, “Are you alright?”

Brains paused. There came another encouraging warble from MAX’s direction.

“Actually, there’s s-something I’ve been meaning to, uh, t-talk to you about.”

This was fine. Absolutely. There was nothing to be afraid of. It was just like ripping off a band-aid – momentary pain but future relief.

“Do you think… m-maybe…” It made no sense to be so scared. This was Virgil. And yet Brains couldn’t stop the soul-consuming sense of utter terror. “Could you refer to me as they/them?”

Virgil didn’t hesitate, just carried on as if it were an ordinary conversation on any other day.

“Yeah, of course.”

Brains paused. “Really?”

“Why wouldn’t I…?” Virgil spun around to face them with pure heartbreak in his eyes. “Wait, Brains, did you think…? I am so sorry if I ever gave you the impression that I wouldn’t accept you. God, I- I’m sorry. You’re family. I love- I mean, we love you.”

“Oh.” Brains coughed. “I… I feel the same way.” Then, in a rush, “Thank you.”

Virgil reached across the counter to place a hand on their shoulder. “You don’t need to thank me. If anything, I should be the one saying thanks. Thank you for trusting me. Does anyone else know?”

“Just you.”

Virgil shoved the saucepan off the hotplate and abandoned his cooking attempts altogether. He had on that same soft smile usually reserved for moments when he didn’t think anyone was looking at him. He rounded the island and hesitated, hands hovering at his sides uncertainly.

“Can I give you a hug? Is that okay?”

“I…” Brains willed their voice to remain steady. There was a wave of emotion slowly creeping up their throat and a suspicious burning behind their eyes. “Y-yes.”

Virgil swept them into a proper bear hug. He was the only person allowed such close contact. Touch just wasn’t Brains’ usual way of expressing care. Technically Scott had hugged them in the past too, but that had been exceptional circumstances, and Alan just couldn’t be stopped nor deterred. But Virgil? He gave good hugs. So, Brains let themself relax into the hold until the overwhelming depth of feeling in their chest unravelled into something more bearable.

“They/them, huh?” Virgil murmured, a distinct note of pride in his voice. “Congrats. That’s a really big thing to figure out. I’m happy for you.”

MAX’s trill seemed sort of smug, as if to say I told you so.

Brains finally extracted themself from the hug. “Thank you. For n-not making it a big deal.”

Virgil seemed to wrestle with the instinct to say something more, then forced himself to return to the cooking. “You know, you still haven’t given me an answer. Do you want any of this?”

“Oh, r-right. Yes.”

And just like that, the words were out there. The world was still spinning without any physical changes, but somehow everything felt lighter.

#thunderpride #thunderpride 2023 #thunderbirds are go #a little hint at virgil/brains #because i love them

[sparrowandbee]

Chapter 5, Part 1 | Chapter 6

The Sparrow: Chapter 5, Part 2: Attachments

Synopsis: Marian is greeted by a surprise on the night before the interview.

Warnings: Mention of alcoholism and substance abuse.

Author's Note: I’ve legitimately have had the best time posting this past week! So excited to keep sharing Marian and Haymitch’s story in the new year. Stay safe, have fun, and I can’t wait to see you in 2024! - Lu 🪶

Word Count: 847

After dinner we continued our routine as usual, mutually abstaining from acknowledging that afternoon.

We spent a few hours in the living room, sharing just one bottle of whiskey (though he had drunk most of it) and more stupid jokes, before I called it an early night since the televised interviews were tomorrow.

I treated myself to another delectable shower- this time orange and calla lily scented- and adjusted the room lights to my preferred warm yellow as I cozied up in my toasty bathrobe, thanks to the heated robe closet I had learned how to turn on.

Sure, a small part of me feared these luxuries were going to spoil me before the scarcity of the arena, but I’ve lived my whole life in scarcity. Plus, chances were that I’d be dead in a few days time, so I refused to deny myself a cucumber scented face mask (yes, I tried to eat it at first) and a cup of fresh mint tea.

I knew all that stuff was temporary, and it didn’t bother me, but that night there was a particular sting as I reminisced on my time at the Capitol.

I could live a normal, full life without scented showers and fine china but I could no longer fathom a day without Haymitch by my side. It was only then that I realized how much I’d come to rely on his stupid jokes and boisterous laughter. How he woke up every morning before the sun to make sure I had enough to eat before training, even though he knew I’d just spend another day flailing around. The way he nodded and whispered to me “it’s okay” when I scored a mere three on my training.

I was becoming attached at that scared the shit out of me because I didn’t know who I would become if I had to fight for someone other than myself. There are lines I would never cross for my own survival, but how far would I go for Haymitch’s sake?

The question lingered as I idled my way to the writing desk. I didn’t have much of anything to note today but I still wanted to honor my routine. Next to my usual gold-rimmed teacup sat a lacquered wooden box wrapped in the most beautiful pink silk ribbon, joining in a tight, asymmetrical bow right at its centre. Attached was a white tag which read- in messy handwriting- a simple “M.”

I smiled, despite myself, and realised that it was far too late to detach now. The damage was long done.

I giggled like an overexcited child and pulled the bow apart, setting the tag and ribbon off to the side. The lid was heavy under my touch, it was quite the luxurious feeling to lift its gold hinges open. But the opulence of the box could have never prepared me for its contents. For the first time since my reaping, I allowed warm, wet tears to roll down my face. Gratitude flowed through my body as my wet eyes scanned the first true gift I had ever received.

The box contained a set of pristine golden needles nested inside a brand-new embroidery hoop. The other section of the box held more thread than I could count in vibrant colours I didn’t even know existed.

“How did you know?” I whispered to myself, as if he was right there beside me. Clearly I wasn’t being as sneaky as I thought with my pastime, but Haymitch wasn’t as aloof as he came off either.

I took the box and set it down on the bed, not even hesitating to place a square piece of plain cloth into the hoop, thread a needle and work mindlessly, leaving my pad of papers untouched on the desk, just for one night. I forgot all about the Games and strategy and the impending exhibition of the interview. The world fell away as I worked with delicate blue, white, and gold threads, creating something beautiful in an atmosphere that was so intent on destruction.

Nearly everybody knew how to sew in District 12. It was a basic skill, necessary for when clothes were the exact opposite of disposable or replaceable. Every house had a small sewing kit, and my mother’s one-bedroom in the Seam was no exception. The kit had probably come with the apartment as her hands were never steady enough for a needle and she was never lucid enough to realize her skirts needed stitching. It was one of the few things I was adamant to keep after she died and I was evicted- I embroidered flowers on every piece of clothing I owned (granted, it wasn’t much). As dirty or tattered as my blouses and trousers got, those flowers made them beautiful to me. I suppose I never really tried to conceal them and Haymitch must have remembered the flowers when he saw me around the Hobb. It made me smile to think of him noticing that at a time where I felt so alone in the world.

Even then I wasn’t.

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#the hunger games #haymitch #haymitch abernathy #hunger games au #hunger games fanfiction #thg haymitch #district 12 #hunger games

[lucy-fake]

thoughts on LSD

tw mental health and discussion of drugs

i have a tendency to fall back into habit. when im the one holding the reins for my life, it's so much easier to just do the same things everyday rather than to perpetually be planning out new things to do. this is problematic for a few reasons. for one, at the end of my life i don't want to look back and realize it was all a monotonous blur. but also, while my autism values having a daily routine, my adhd hates it. if i do the same thing everyday i eventually get bored and cannot bring myself to keep up with it. these two fight a war with each other, and the end result of that war is that i usually end up doing nothing at all.

every time i try to get into a healthy routine i slowly strip away all the little steps in it, one by one. one day i dont want to get up early, because im so fucking tired of getting up early, so i sleep in that day, and then one day becomes two, and then getting up at a set time is no longer part of my routine. i don't have time to take a walk one day, because i slept in late, so i stop doing it for one day, and then one day becomes two, and then taking a walk is no longer part of my routine. this also happens with brushing my teeth, eating a proper breakfast, taking a shower, doing my remote work, etc (i still do these things but irregularly). soon it collapses and all that's left is, i wake up at whatever time i wake up, and then i get on the computer, and when i get too tired to stay awake i go to bed. i eat when i cant go any longer without eating and i shower when i cant go any longer without showering, but those are more hindrances that get in the way of wasting time on the computer. i recognize this pattern but it's difficult to stop it, because it requires no energy to continue wasting time on the computer, and doing anything other than wasting time on the computer would be a devation from the routine i've now settled into. what a mess - even writing this right now is more than i usually do.

when i say wasting time on the computer i do mean wasting time. scrolling social media, chatting on discord, and sometimes watching youtube videos, but rarely anything else. there are lots of productive things i could use a computer for - i could do my work, i could look for other jobs, i could make videos, i could make mashups, i could write stories or scripts, i could learn the new skills i've been wanting to gain. but i don't. i could even do things not typically thought of as productive like watching tv shows and movies i've been meaning to, playing games i've been meaning to, listening to music i've been meaning to, but i'm usually not doing those either. those require commitment, and that commitment to doing something other than nothing doesn't vibe with the routine i've fallen into. besides, if i started a big project and it took longer than a few days to complete, i'd probably get tired of doing that too.

this all makes it out to sound like i'm depressed, and i'm not going to dismiss that as a factor - i have been depressed at points. but while my tone in describing this rut isn't particularly excited for obvious reasons, i'm really feeling fine at the moment. i had the motivation to write all this, didn't i? i think ultimately tho, when you've been alive for long enough to be an adult, it can just become more difficult to find novelty in the same things you've seen everyday for your entire life. there's a massive beautiful world outside but it's a constant unchanging presence so i eventually learn to tune it out. having community helps, but my irl friends are too far away to hang out with more than once a week at most, and all it takes is a few days of not messaging them for it to turn into months of not messaging them. and because this is my own life, i don't have anyone in charge of me who can make sure i do the things that will make me feel better.

…..at this point, if you're still reading, you might be wondering why this post is titled "thoughts on LSD". let's get to that now!! LSD and psychedelics in general are characterized in pop culture mainly as causing you lose touch with reality and get lost in a world of trippy kaleidoscopic hallucinations. that is something that they can do, if you take particularly high doses, and maybe some people take them just for that. but the visuals have always been the most boring aspect of them for me. i'm more interested in the less literal way that they can change how i see things.

i'm writing primarily about acid because while i think mushrooms are great too, i haven't taken a full dose of them in a while, typically just smaller doses while out dancing with friends (which can also do positive things for my mental health, but that's another story). what i like about acid is that it strips away all those feelings of habit. it makes everything seem new to me again. sure, it makes stuff look kinda Weird too, but to me there's a greater sense of appreciating things for what they actually are. there are so many little details to everything you've been conditioned to stop taking notice of. the cracked paint in my room is beautiful, the rustling of trees outside is beautiful, the whole earth is beautiful - this is all still true without the acid, but when i've fallen back into habit, i can forget to pay enough attention to notice it.

on acid those feelings of "i can't do _ because i never do that" are gone too. i'd been meaning to put up the posters in my room for ages but was always paralyzed thinking about how to start it. on acid, i want to put the posters up, so i take them out and start putting them up!! i want to clean my room, so i just get up and start cleaning - it's kinda fun, even!! i want to try out my camera at the park, so i grab my camera and take a walk there and take so many pictures because everything around me is so beautiful !! i don't come up with reasons for why i can't do these things, i just think "why don't i just do it?" and then i do it. and when i think that, i'm right - there's no real reason why i can't do any of these things normally. i just forget that sometimes when i get out of the habit of doing them.

this next bit is something that truly stunned me!! i've been on-and-off practicing my voice training for years and made some amount of progress but never fully got the hang of it. i understood what i needed to be doing to get it to sound better, but it was difficult to actually do it because it's such a departure from the way i've spoken for my entire life. one time on acid though, i forgot the habit of how i usually talk. i was feeling a lot of gender euphoria, and i felt feminine in my head, so i just went to talk and…. it was a perfect feminine voice. the one i had never been able to do. all of a sudden it was coming almost completely effortlessly because i had a chance to start from zero. NOW GRANTED, though i was doing the voice great for the rest of that day and in the next few days while i was in the afterglow from it, that ease did eventually wear off. since then i've been back to on-and-off struggling with being able to get it into the right place. but i'm definitely better off with my voice than i was before, and just the fact that that happened at all renewed my hope for voice training and gave me the push to keep at it.

i mentioned the afterglow in that last paragraph. i'm lucky enough to have not had a bad trip yet, partly because i take set and setting seriously and partly because i've never had a desire to push the dosage too high. so if all goes well during the trip i usually continue to feel good after the lsd wears off - most noticeably for the rest of the same day, but more subtly i'll be feeling rejuvenated for at least a few days afterward and have an easier time bypassing my usual mental blocks. one time i was even feeling wonderful and at peace for weeks after i took it!! but sometimes the next day is just a regular old monday. the afterglow isn't something to bet on, and if you take it often it'll probably begin to feel less and less magical. physically there's not much risk associated with taking acid too often, you can't overdose on it or anything, but liiiiikeee it just generally isn't great to become dependent on a substance to feel normal. plus the fact that it costs money.

in case it needed to be said, acid is not a cure-all!! as my weird transphobic plug once said, you can have the most profound revelations on psychedelics and it won't make a difference if you don't continue to work on yourself when you're sober. that's something i'm still struggling with of course, but i try to keep it in mind. and also this whole post was mainly focused on mental health since that's what's been on my mind recently, but i need to say it - psychedelics are fun!! it's fun to dance on them and watch movies and stuff on them (be careful with what u watch tho) and while you're on them it can just feel like everything is fun!! like, they are recreational drugs, i'm def not in denial about that. but people are already aware of that, and at least for me, they can be really helpful too.

the last thing i want to say is. while i usually try to avoid looking into the mirror on acid (a good rule of thumb, certainly don't try it if u dont know what ur doing), there was one time where i wanted to face myself and i did it. i was looking at my reflection, and at first i thought i looked nice, and my face started to morph to look prettier in response to that. but then the self doubt and dysphoria came in, and my reflection started to look weirder and more masculine. and as i was standing there i asked myself an honest question - "Yes or no, do you believe it that you're a girl?". i thought about it. and the answer was yes. then i asked myself another question - "In spite of all your flaws, do you love yourself?". i thought some more, and the answer was also yes. and in that moment, not only did my reflection become easier to look at, but i felt so much joy and relief. and while i still doubt myself from time to time, when it happens i try to just think back to that and remember. i am a girl, and i love myself.

soooo why am i writing this? um. i dunno!! i wanted to get my thoughts out, share my experiences, thought maybe at least one other person would find it helpful (sorry if you didn't!). tho i do want to make clear that these are just my experiences. if reading this makes anyone want to try lsd, please dont just rush into it with no further research. i've had great experiences on it, but some people have absolutely terrible experiences on it. even if you don't have a bad trip some people just might experience the drug completely differently than i do and wonder what the hell i'm talking about. it depends on so many personal factors. if you want to learn more, here is a good place to start:

#ramble

[cursedcola]

Hello! I just finished reading your AU where Scarabia goes to Brazil... AND I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU VERY MUCH

I am Brazilian and I feel so happy reading about it! Really, I want to read it again and again!

Just for curiosity, even if Brasilia its our capital, I really think Jamil and Kalim could get along in the northeast of Brazil! States like Bahia and Pernambuco for example. No, not because its where I live... But it's the it's the most hot region here! Also, we have dances like Frevo and Capoeira (specially this one where we mix fight with dance, could work just fine with Jamil and I know it). In Bahia, for example, we have a spicy food called Acaraje, I am sure they would like it! Specially Coxinha (it's not spicy, but it's delicious!)

Right now, we had a holiday called São João, where we eat food with corn, dance Forró, and I am sure Kalim would like it. But probably, the party he would like the most would be Carnaval (February to March), because we go very fancy and stylish about it! In the most of the country, we dance in the streets with loud musics, we dress up as pirates, faeries, cupids, heros, ANYTHING as long it won't be so hot wearing. (Jamil probably wont like it because hes babysitting Kalim in the middle of a crowd, but as long hes not with him, I know he would love it too!) While in the Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo, they have parades with cars full of samba's dancers! I don't like the costumes, but they often tell our stories through the music and the dance!

I am just sharing my HCs about them, sorry if I talked too much! I really loved your writing about them! I really want to find my Jamil on the streets someday. Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Kisses 💋

Oh dear do not apologize for sharing all of this!!!! I’m so happy that you love my writing and that you developed your own headcannons through it! I took time to read about Brazil, but that’s nothing compared to someone who is immersed in the culture and can go into the little details that no book can provide.

When I was reading about dance,sports, pop culture, etc. I do remember Frevo and Capoeira appearing! Writing about a culture different than your own is always a bit tricky because you don’t want to misrepresent something. I’m so happy that you brought them up, since I felt the few pages I read was not enough to include them myself. I 100% agree that Jamil would take to Capoeira and maybe attend group sessions on days Kalim is too sulky to cause trouble hehe.

On that note, the holiday São João did not come up during my search! Not only am I glad to learn about it, but I can also see Kalim going all out for the costume portion of Carnival (how did I not bring up Carnival? I’m mad at myself for that now lol). I bet he would have multiple prepared just to change whenever he feels like it!

As for the location, I chose the capitol purely because of Kalim’s work. I do headcannon that they travel very frequently so just imagining when they visit more notheast areas like you’ve described makes me giggle. I picture someone from the other dorms dropping in and absolutely dripping with sweat, while our scarabia duo just lives it up lol.

Thank you for sharing about your culture and home! It’s comments and learning opportunities like these that make me so excited to write!

#twst #not an imagine #READ THIS GUYS #scarabia

[songsforthepierce]

Odd Tracks: Emo Kid - Adam and Andrew

So as I decided to not review a certain gamer song by a musician who gets into twitter fights with anyone critiquing him since I didn’t want to give him more attention (as of now, I may want to make a post talking him and making a bigger point about his behavior but I want to wait awhile for that). As I heard his early discography one of his songs unlocked a long buried memory within me, “This song reminds me of Emo Kid for some reason”.

Content warning/trigger warning for light discussions/mentions of self harm, homophobia, transphobia, mention of lgbtphobic slurs and use of, suicide, and eating disorders. I get this is a stupid comedy song but I don’t want to ruin someone’s day, all right?

I don’t really remember how I originally found this song but I probably found it in an amv or something. This song is very much a time capsule in subject matter, the sound, and how it handles said subject matter. This is a comedy song about well the emo scene at the time. The song did came out in 2006 after all. The first half is dumb but does give me a light smile. It feels like a parody song I would find on youtube. The “Blood Red Romance” is so clearly meant to be My Chemical Romance. It is just poking fun at the subculture with the look, the moody stereotype, an-

I'm an emo kid Non-conforming as can be You'd be non-conforming too if you look just like me I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs Cause I feel real deep when dressing in drag

Wait, what was that last line? Was that meant to refer to the fact that there were guys in the emo community who would come off effeminate to androgynous or-

I call it freedom of expression Most just call me a fag Our dudes look like chicks and chicks look like dykes Cause emo is one step below transvestite

OH, well then...casual homophobia and transphobia sure was a lot more common in 2006 (not saying it still isn’t around but you know what I mean). ..this part really did not age well. Which like I know comedy songs have a 50% chance of either aging fine, to somewhat okay, or just not well at all. The fact these two straight (as far as I know) guys just casually said fag, dykes, and transvestite is...making me concerned if outside the song they would just use it regularly back then.

I'm dark and sensitive with low self-esteem The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween I have no real problems But I like to make believe I stole my sister's mascara Now I'm grounded for a week

The last two lines are funny I will give it that. But okay, like the part I understand that it is meant to be making fun of like emo teens and how they “don’t have any real problems” which I do remember that critique from back then. Though most emo kids i knew when I was an emo teen myself came from neglectful, dysfunctional, to abusive homes...sooo uhhhh...

Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing Girls keep breaking up with me It's never any fun They say they already have a pussy They don't need another one

Oh god, I can literally feel this aging badly as the song goes on. Also wait, why did they make a parody name for MCR but then said the actual band name for Hawthorne Heights? I know the earlier part of the song was like making a joke about how edgy the names of emo bands can be but actually you know what? I don’t care. I am moving on to the more important part which is the whole making fun of a guy for being effeminate which oh boy was that a common thing people made fun of emo for. 

Stop my breathing and slit my throat I must be emo I don't jump around when I go to shows I must be emo

You know it is hard getting back into this verse as a reoccurring part of the song when I keep getting hit by lines and verses that make me recoil in my seat. Also, the suicide imagery I know is meant to reference how emo had a huge stereotype of depression and people being suicidal when like were there people in the scene who were depressed and were suicidal? Yes. I think there is a better way to like bring up how there were people in the community who romanticized such but I don’t think the song was going for that. Also this is not the only references to suicide in the song with the line, “ I play guitar and write suicide notes”

My life is just a black abyss.. Ya know It's so dark

You know I would find this more funny if I just wasn‘t still recovering from how badly aged this song is turning out to be. Was I expecting this song to actually age well? Not really, but I didn’t think it was like this.

And it's suffocating me Grabbing a hold of me And tightening its grip Tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans Which look great on me by the way When I get depressed I cut my wrist in every direction Hearing songs about getting dumped gives me an erection

I know the “Tighter than a pair of my little sister’s jeans” is meant to reference how skinny a lot of the guys in the scene would be. Like concerning skinny. I won’t deny there was fatphobia in the community and there were people in it who had eating disorders. Yet another jokey reference to self harm-Wait...what was that last line?

I write in a live journal And wear thick rimmed glasses

Wasn’t the thick rimmed glasses more of first wave to at the least second wave emo? Like really early emo? I guess that type of emo was still around. Also, I am surprised they didn’t say myspace since a lot of emo kids did use that and I tend to associate myspace with the emo era. I guess I should be grateful this part has nothing really bad in it. Like I know the two lines afterward are about the narrator telling his friends he bleeds black and cries in classes which okay whatever. I don’t care. But knowing this song when something bad happens-

I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth You can read me 'Catcher in the Rye' And watch me jack off I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life If I said that I like girls I'd only be half right

Oh here we go! Okay so there were goths and non-goths at the time who called emo that. There was also emo people who called emo teens and those who were more into Hawthorne Heights, My Chemical Romance, and other popular emo pop punk “mall emo” similar to how there were goths who called goth kids into musicians suck as Rob Zombie, Marilyn Manson (eugh), Slipknot, and such as “mall goth”. Also, yet again another weird reference to getting turned on by suffering. I know the singer is comparing the narrator to the main character of the book as both are seen as whiny when like the whole point of the book is it is about a teen going through a really shitty situation and not coping with trauma well. Oh and the narrator I guess is meant to be bi? Diversity win or loss or whatever.

I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo I must be emo Screw Xbox I play old school Nintendo I must be emo

Another casual homophobia moment I see. Also, what is with the Xbox and old school Nintendo line? Was that actually a thing in emo? Was that part of the subculture? Because I don’t remember that part when I dressed emo to light goth as a teen. Maybe it was and I just somehow I missed that.

Me and my friends all look like clones I must be emo

You know this could be a good critique on how even though emo is suppose to be nonconformist similar to goth but the people in both expect you to look a certain way so therefore everyone looks the same. But little bit too late on that and I think there are better people who could critique this.

My parents don't get me ya know They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy Well, a couple guys But still, I mean it's the 2000's Can't two or four dudes make out with each other without being gay? I mean, chicks dig that kinda thing anyways

Oh my god we couldn’t ended without yet another homophobic shit. I was about to ask how much longer this song was but it actually isn’t that long when thinking about it...but I feel like 3:03 is too long for this.

I feel like tacos

Look, I am sorry last line of the song where I almost typed “like” as “liek” you cannot save this song.

Well this song was...something. I remember I would listen to it as a teen and didn’t have a problem with it...but I was a stupid edgy teen so there’s that. Like again, I didn’t expect this being good when I went back to it in 2023 as an adult. I knew even back then the song was dumb but saw it as silly dumb. But now I am just like, “Wow, this song sure is a time capsule of the era”.

During my search for the song I did find the musicians official youtube channel where they posted their performance of the song and I found their facebook page. Oh and their myspace page. They haven’t been online in a long time. That or just don’t really post much nowadays. You know, I do wonder how they look back on this song or any of their other music since 2006? Also, there is a different version of this song where the beat is replaced with sounds from super nintendo. I remember in existed but I can’t find it. Like, I could look deeper but I really don’t care enough to at this point. This was certainly a song and I don’t know if I could recommend this to anyone. I mean, I guess if someone wanted a small window view of how the general public to an extent saw emo during the time period well here you go. This song has not aged well and I didn’t expect it to but there is a lot of this where I am just like “This song could be taken as a very mean spirited joke towards the community”. This was very certainly a song and no wonder I hadn’t listened to this since high school.

#emo kid #Adam and Andrew #song review #music review #odd tracks #self harm tw #homophobia tw #transphobia tw #eating disorder mention #suicide mention #f slur warning #d slur warning #t slur warning #look I am just putting all these warnings so people don't have to read this if they don't want to #long post #parody music