#i made this for me specifically but u guys can see it i guess

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this post is brought to you by: la lettre c!

[previously: la lettre b]

i recently spent nearly a month reading the C section of this french dictionary. and by gum now you are going to hear about it!!

stats

percentage of dico taken up by C words: 10.6% (yeah you heard me. a tenth of this dictionary is just for the letter C. you've been warned)

percentage of dico read (as of the end of the C section): 23.5%

rate and duration: 3 pages/day for 27 days

total entries: 3449

rows added to my vocabulary spreadsheet: 708 😅

fun facts

more pages in this dico are devoted to words starting with C than with any other letter! which if you think about it makes sense. not only can a word-initial c be followed by any vowel, it can be followed by h, l, and r, plus the prefix con/com- is EXTREMELY generative…19 of the 81 pages are dedicated just to words that start with con or com (over a page of which are actually words that start with contre). i love that you get nearly 1/4 of the way through this dictionary before you even get to the 4th letter of the 26-letter alphabet.

as mentioned in the B post, there sure are a lot of slang words meaning "head" that start with c. you've got your caboche (hobnail). you've got your cafetière (coffeemaker). you've got your carafe (carafe) or your carafon (small carafe). you've got your chou (cabbage). you've got your ciboulot (diminutive of ciboule, which means head). you've got your citron (lemon). shockingly coco (coconut) is not slang for noggin to my knowledge…but it's not like there's a one-to-one mapping between "round things" and "things that are slang for noggin", or we wouldn't be in this situation with carafe, now would we?

speaking of noggins, there are also a lot of idioms meaning "to wrack one's brain" that were in the C section, either because the "wrack" word starts with a c or because the "brain" word does: se casser la tête (casser: break), se creuser le ciboulot/la cervelle/la tête/les méninges (creuser: dig).

page hogs

(entries taking up 1/6 of a page or more)

carte

ce

chaîne

charger

chien

compte

conseil

corde

corps

côté

couleur

coup

coupe

couper

courir

cours

croire

culture

i knew coup would be big, and i wasn't surprised by corps or cours, but damn there are a lot more chien idioms than i was expecting!

🤯 momence

i looked up the etymology of un casanier/une casanière (homebody) expecting it to be pretty straightforward given the spanish casa meaning house, but it actually came from an italian word meaning "moneylender"??? which was then influenced by the word that means house, but still. not sure i buy the logical leap made in the CNRTL entry for casanier that the "homebody" sense "s'explique prob[ablement] par le fait que les prêteurs italiens installés en France semblaient tenus à résider en un lieu précis, évolution favorisée par l'infl[uence] de case* « maison », fréquent au XVIe s". yeah but were italian moneylenders unique in liking to stay in one spot? i kinda doubt it…

chevronné(e): experienced, seasoned, highly qualified. one of my favorite things about this project is how much i am learning about etymology just because words from the same root whose meanings have since diverged still often occur near each other in the dictionary. chevronné comes right after chevron, which is a pattern in the shape of a V (or upside-down V). on a military uniform, chevrons indicate an officer's rank. so someone who is chevronné is someone who wears a lot of chevrons because they have a high rank, which generally indicates a lot of experience.

and if you're wondering why chevron means an inverted V shape, another meaning of chevron is "rafter", as in, the beams in a roof that slope to either side…forming an inverted V shape. and why is that beam called a chevron? well, we're getting into speculation now*, but chevron comes a few entries after chèvre, goat. according to this dictionary, chèvre is also another word for chevalet, which means "sawhorse" and comes from the word cheval (horse). now, chèvre and cheval, though they look similar in french, come from completely different latin roots. but goats and horses are both four-legged animals, and a sawhorse is, of course, a support structure made of two upside-down Vs that look like the two pairs of legs of a four-legged animal. so i'm not sure of the exact chain of causality here, but it does seem plausible that the inverted V came to be called a chevron because of its resemblance to a pair of legs? of some animal or another??

*(the CNRTL etymology entry for chevron claims that it comes from a latin word that meant both goat and chevron, capreolus, but i haven't been able to confirm for myself that capreolus meant chevron so am not taking that as gospel.)

couché(e) en chien de fusil: lying curled up in a ball/in the fetal position. the fun thing about this one is that there's this passage in les mis where gavroche notices that the pistol he's stolen from a shop window "n'avait pas de chien." this confused the hell out of me when i read it. the pistol didn't have a dog? why the fuck would the pistol have a dog??? eventually i managed to wrap my head around the idea that chien might mean something other than "dog" in the context of a pistol, and once my mind was opened to that revolutionary possibility it didn't take long to discover that the hammer of a gun is called a chien. so when i got to this entry in the dictionary, i was like yeah, yeah, le chien de fusil, we've all seen it. the problem is i still don't really get how that translates to the fetal position. they just don't seem that similar to me? so this one is a work in progress.

être à la colle: live together, be shacked up. (colle means glue.) i also like vivre en concubinage, which means the same thing. you can imagine my surprise when i got to concubinage and finally learned it does not mean "the state of having concubines" as i had been assuming. i would see it in like news articles about modern french people and be like "that doesn't seem right, but i don't know enough about french culture to dispute it."

somewhat relatedly, i don't think i had ever come across et consorts ("and company") in the wild before reaching its entry in the dictionary, which is good because i'm sure i would have grossly misinterpreted it as well. on balance i think english getting so much vocab from french does make learning french vocab much easier than it would be otherwise, but there are times when it would really help to be bringing to the table fewer preconceived notions about the meaning of words lol.

let's talk about compris(e). so service (non) compris (service (not) included (in the price of something)) is one of the phrases i learned back when i was a kid who didn't know any french, because i was going to france and it was in some guidebook or other. then y compris (including) caught my eye very early on in my french education because i didn't know what the y was doing in there and i probably latched onto it because it looked like spanish. (the french word y has a completely different meaning than the spanish word y, but i didn't know that at the time because i hadn't learned about adverbial pronouns yet, and learning "y compris" didn't help me figure it out because it seemed to make total sense for a phrase which means "including" to contain a word meaning "and". but i digress.) and of course i learned the verb comprendre (understand) in year 1 of french. but it was not until now, TWENTY YEARS LATER, that i put together that the compris in service compris and y compris is...THE PAST PARTICIPLE OF COMPRENDRE! HELLO!!! like i knew that compris is the pp of comprendre, but i never connected it with those other expressions! and the english word comprehend also has both "understand" and "include" senses (think lizzy saying "you must comprehend a great deal in your idea of an accomplished woman" in pride and prejudice), so all the pieces were there all along! truly i am surrounded by countless wonders just waiting to be discovered.

i am continuing to take note of verbs that no one ever told me take être as auxiliary. the first one since accourir is convenir de [qqch], but it seems to only take être in some circumstances and i'm not really clear on what they are…just in literature or when being formal? the jury is out. this one is less mindblowing than accourir because it does have venir right there in it, which doesn't mean that it obviously must take être, but i feel a little more primed to accept it. accourir was just a total shock. i'm still feeling the reverberations.

favorite words to pronounce

cessation [sesasjɔ̃]

champignonnière [ʃɑ̃piɲɔnjɛʀ]

cliquetis [klik(ə)ti]

clopin-clopant [klɔpɛ̃klɔpɑ̃]

cocotte [kɔkɔt]

coléoptère [kɔleɔptɛʀ]

compensation [kɔ̃pɑ̃sasjɔ̃]

consciencieusement [kɔ̃sjɑ̃sjøzəmɑ̃]

contentement [kɔ̃tɑ̃tmɑ̃]

coquelicot [kɔkliko]

cumulus [kymylys]

cyclique [siklik]

so the mouthfeel in the C section is simply exquisite. sometimes i just say "consciencieusement" out of nowhere because it soothes me. that said, possibly my least favorite word to pronounce in the entire french language (yes even more than procureur du roi) also starts with C: chirurgie. like damn. have mercy. also found myself struggling with condamner (apparently you don't pronounce the m and you don't nasalize the vowel before it. IS THIS EVEN FRENCH????), construire (dedicating my life to learning synonyms for every sense of this word so i never have to say it out loud), and coopérant (no, not the double o! please, i'll do anything!).

favorite words period

c'est le cadet de mes soucis: that's the least of my worries. cadet is also the word you would use to talk about a younger sibling, like ma sœur cadette, so that's the association i have with it. out of all my worries, this one is the baby. aww.

avoir le cafard: have the blues, feel depressed, be down in the dumps. un cafard is a cockroach btw. i'm gonna need my fellow anglophones to either learn this french expression or at the very least calque it into english because i use it all the time now. lads i got the roach today…yeah no i'm gonna have to reschedule, it's that damn roach…

c'est fort du café: that's a bit much, that's going too far, that's pushing it. the coffee is too damn strong! dial it back people!

the C section contains both cahin-caha (with difficulty) and clopin-clopant (with a limp, falteringly). i'm always a sucker for (quasi-)reduplication! and with these two in particular, i like the way that the sounds rock back and forth, like an aural representation of the action they would describe.

renvoyer/remettre [qqch] aux calendes grecques: postpone [sth] indefinitely. i was confused by this one because i looked up calendes and naturally it translates as calends, which as a former latin student i know to be the first day of the month (just as the ides is a specific day in the middle of the month) in the ancient roman calendar. but according to this random website whose trustworthiness i have not determined, that's precisely the point: to postpone something until the calends of the greeks is to never do it, because the greek calendar doesn't even HAVE a calends. makes me think of that episode of parks & rec when ron had like 90 meetings on the same day because april had been scheduling all his meetings for march 31st, thinking that march only has 30 days. damn, should have scheduled them all for the greek calends. the french could have told her that.

calter/caleter ([qqch]): shift [sth], move [sth]; scram, scat, leg it. i will just be scooping this up and squirreling it away in my hoard of ways to talk about getting the hell out of dodge, thank you…

faire un câlin is to hug…or to have sex!! why does french keep doing this to me. i just want some affection-related words that are not also sex slang, is that so much to ask??

callipyge: endowed with a nice butt. i am not making this up, it is a word and it is in this pocket french dictionary. would have loved to have been a fly on the wall for the meeting at which they decided to keep this one in. "callipyge? oh yeah that one's essential." done and dusted. (okay after i wrote this i did hear moira say "my callipygean ass" in an episode of schitt's creek i was rewatching, but i think that still proves my point, because moira.)

une cambuse: can't believe there's an entire word for "hovel" that victor hugo never used in les mis. monsieur come collect your word (that also means "ship's galley")!

un camembert: obviously there is a cheese called this but DID YOU KNOW it's also the word for pie chart?? that's so french omg.

faire la carpette: bend over backwards to please someone; lie on the floor. i love the double meaning: figuratively being a doormat or literally just being flat on the ground. oh carpet we're really in it now…

faire la carpe pâmée: feign unconsciousness. quick, they're looking this way! do the fainted carp!

so many great casse- compounds, including three that all mean snack (un casse-croûte (lit. break-crust), un casse-dalle, un casse-graine (lit. break-food)). there's a whole bunch of casse-[body part] compounds: un(e) casse-couilles (lit. break-balls) and un(e) casse-pieds (lit. break-feet) both mean pain in the ass, while un(e) casse-cou (break-neck) is a daredevil and un casse-tête (lit. break-head) is a brainteaser, a conundrum, or a club/mace. the adjective casse-gueule (lit. break-face) means risky, dangerous, tricky. i also checked my separate french slang dictionary (you can't expect me to have just ONE french dictionary, come on) because i thought it was weird that there was no casse-cul even though the word cul is like the number one word to put in french idioms, and guess what. un(e) casse-cul is ALSO a pain in the ass. i am feeling so smug about this extremely obvious deduction. eat yer heart out, hercule poirot!

ça passe ou ça casse: it's make or break. love me a pithy rhyming cliche! i hope they say this on french reality shows…i can totally imagine it in a dramatic announcer voiceover.

je me casse: i'm outta here. yes!! another one for the casual farewell arsenal!!!

être assis(e)/avoir le cul entre deux chaises: have a foot in each camp, be sitting on the fence, be caught in the middle. literally: be sitting ass between two chairs. just such a good image.

appuyer sur le champignon: step on the gas. why is the gas pedal a mushroom? heck if i know, but i am on board with it and ready to be charmed.

tenir la chandelle: be the third wheel. listen, it was probably really complicated to have sex back in the days of 1) complicated dress and 2) no electricity. maybe you need someone to illuminate all the tricky fastenings you're trying to undo…that's where the candle guy comes in.

passe ton chemin !: on your way/off with you! i am collecting soooo many ways to tell people to leave. if i could just go back twenty years to that one time i was in a phone booth in the south of france with a friend who was being harassed by an adult french man…i sure would be able to yell something at him in the right language this time. rick steves taught me how to propose to someone in marriage but not how to rebuff a creep. come on, rick! priorities!

être comme cul et chemise: be thick as thieves, be bosom buddies. literally, be like ass and shirt, which maybe didn't age super well, because these days most shirts don't even cover the ass 🙄 interestingly, i looked up "be in cahoots with [sb]" on wordreference to see if that was also a possible translation of this expression, and it turned up être en chemise avec [qqn]. which is maybe just a slightly less vulgar way of saying comme cul et chemise? i don't have a great sense for how rude of a word "cul" is considered to be, since as i mentioned previously it appears in approximately five hundred thousand french expressions.

just to throw another thing in the mix, être en cheville avec [qqn] ALSO means to be in cahoots with [sb]. maybe être en chemise avec is what happens when être comme cul et chemise and être en cheville avec have a baby?? (before reading this dictionary i only knew about the "ankle" sense of cheville, but apparently it's also like a dowel that you use when building stuff? so that's probably the sense that's being invoked in this expression.)

chiche (incidentally, pronounced just like "sheesh") is an interjection meaning "i dare you!" (it's also an adjective meaning stingy.) this section of the dictionary also has cap ou pas cap ? (cap: short for capable), which appears to mean the same thing. kids gotta have ways to taunt each other into doing dumb shit. it's a universal law, probably.

bête comme chou: dead simple, easy as pie, easy-peasy. literally, stupid as cabbage. it's so easy a cabbage could do/understand it, and cabbages aren't exactly known for their feats of intelligence or skill. remembering this one should be bête comme chou. (i wish i could leave it there but i did actually look up the etymology of bête comme chou and it seems to be more that chou was slang for ass, so calling someone bête comme chou was like calling them a dumbass, and then at some point the meaning shifted to refer to things a dumbass can't do or understand rather than the dumbass themselves. but "so easy a cabbage could do it" is easier to remember, so.)

faire chou blanc: come up short, come up empty-handed. i was reading this thinking, man, the french sure don't think much of the capabilities of cabbages, but i looked up the etymology of faire chou blanc and this actually comes from the berry dialect, where coup is pronounced chou. un c[h]oup blanc was a phrase used in the game of quilles (skittles, related to bowling) for when you fail to hit any pins whatsoever. so faire chou blanc is basically to throw a gutter ball!

ferme ton clapet !: shut your trap! jotting this down for my trip in time back to that one phone booth harasser guy 👀📝 he will rue the day i built a time machine and also the day i decided to read the entire french dictionary.

prendre ses cliques et ses claques: pack up and leave, take one's things and go. listen, i'm a simple guy. you put two words that sound almost the same right next to each other and i eat that shit right up. also, as established i have this weird obsession with learning as many ways as possible to talk about removing myself from situations. so welcome to the fold, my child. you may have clique-claqued your way out of wherever you were before, but you are home now. allow me to introduce you to all your new siblings.

des clous !: no way!, no chance! clous are nails. don't look at me, i don't get it either. i just think it's catchy.

le petit coin: bathroom. literally "the little corner". as far as euphemisms go, i much prefer this to "the little boys'/girls' room".

c'est le comble/c'est un comble: that takes the cake, well now i've heard it all, you couldn't make this up. le comble is the pinnacle of something, the most [thing] that [thing] can be. so it's like whew, there's no beating that! also it comes from the latin word cumulus btw.

comme tout: as anything, as can be. in other words, af.

en compote: aching, sore. as though your muscles have been pureed into jam i guess?

une contrepèterie: a spoonerism! this is when two sounds in a phrase are switched, changing the meaning of the phrase in a comical way ("the lord is a shoving leopard" for "the lord is a loving shepherd", for example). the french example given in the wikipedia article for spoonerisms is "femme folle à la messe et femme molle à la fesse" ("insane woman at mass, woman with flabby buttocks") from a novel by rabelais. (which is kind of giving me freak in the sheets lady in the streets vibes now that i think about it.)

convivial(e): convivial, friendly, congenial, of course, but also easy to use, user-friendly! i find this so charming. i am truly so easy to please.

sauter/passer du coq-à-l'âne: go off on a tangent, be all over the place. literally, jump from the rooster to the donkey. makes sense to me. you thought we were talking about the rooster? well, now we're talking about the donkey. try to keep up.

les coquelicots: period, menstruation, time of the month. un coquelicot is a poppy, but les coquelicots? watch out. i haven't confirmed this, but i'm choosing to believe it's because of the color. also, i love poppies, and i love the word coquelicot. if getting my stupid period gives me the opportunity to say this fun word, i'll take it.

corser [qqch]: spice [sth] up (figurative or literal); complicate [sth]; flavor [sth]. my first thought was "is corsican cuisine known for being spicy??" but the etymology of corser is actually from the word corps, meaning body. so, you're giving body to something. neat! there's also se corser (get complicated, thicken), as in la situation se corse (the plot thickens). oh yeah. now we're cookin'.

en tenir une couche: be a dumbass, not be playing with a full deck. une couche is a layer, so i'm thinking this is like not having much going on under the hood. what you see is what you get. there's nothing under the surface. nobody at home.

ma couille: dude, mate. i definitely need ways to say dude in french. couille means testicle btw, because of course it does. this is french we're talking about.

un coupe-coupe: machete. literally, a cut-cut. if only more french words were formed using this logic!! i could get used to this.

le crachin: drizzle. which also allows you to say the truly incredible phrase il y a du crachin (it's drizzling). (cracher is to spit.)

ça craint: that sucks; life sucks. craindre [qqch] is to be afraid of [sth], so i don't totally get the connection, but i say "that sucks" all the time, so it's nice to have a way to say it in french. actually, it would be better if things could just suck less. but that does seem more difficult than just learning some words.

avoir un (petit) creux: feel peckish. un creux is a hollow so this is giving me vibes like please sir 🥺 my tummy is a lil empty 🥺👉👈

le cuir: leather, but also apparently the word for making a liaison (aka pronouncing the letter on the end of a word because the following word starts with a vowel) when you're not supposed to. no idea what that has to do with leather, but i do find myself kind of charmed against my will to know that there's a specific word for this mistake i make all the time. i guess that means i'm not alone. OR they made up the word just for me 🥰 either way, a win imho.

avoir du cul: be damn lucky. okay the rest of these are cul idioms. i told you there were a lot, so i have just picked my very favorites.

avoir la tête dans le cul if translated literally would be more or less "have one's head up one's ass", mais attention because apparently in french it means be half-asleep, be dozy, feel like shit. so if someone says j'ai la tête dans le cul, they are probably not inviting you to join them in roasting them for being a dumbass. word to the wise.

en avoir plein/ras le cul (de [qqch]): be sick and tired (of [sth]), be fed up (with [sth]), have had it up to here (with [sth]). french truly is a beautiful language.

saving the best for last (but also, it just came last in the alphabet): et mon cul, c'est du poulet ?: yeah, right!, my ass! literally "and my ass, it's [made of] chicken?" i assume i don't have to explain why this brings me such joy.

next up…51 pages of Ds! (which i actually finished reading long ago and am now in the E's but shhhhh)

#and my ass‚ it is made of chicken? #yeah okay i'll incorporate that into my lexicon. #french #lecture du dico #my posts #links #cuts #linked to #cul idiom count: only 7! you have no idea what a feat of curation this was. there are soooo many cul idioms u guys... #ps i actually only have one french dictionary if you don't count french-english dictionaries #if you do count them i have four french dictionaries #because obviously i just have a regular old french-english english-french dictionary #then i have one of those but specifically for slang. it is however from 20 years ago so it's unclear how dated it is #then i have a 'dictionary' of french idioms that translates them into english. i guess that's not exactly a dictionary though #i also have at least one little guidebook #but honestly mostly i use online dictionaries lol #i've been thinking lately i might go down from 3 pages a day to 2 pages a day #what's the rush? plus i am now going through sections faster than i can write about them #so we'll see. that would still have me finishing less than a year after i started #and then who knows? there's always the slang dictionary... #😎

[luvrxbunny]

i think Miguel would get turned on by little things. like little details that someone would normally overlook or have no reaction to

so what made me think of this is specifically when girls say to guys that they’re gonna like— “fuck the life outta him” because technically it’s the guy doing the fucking but i think the tiny bit of role reversal would haunt his mind. he’s distracted for the rest of the day. his boner that he acquired when you said that never goes away

also if omg— i think this is just gonna turn into Miguel secretly wanting to be dominated (or just generally wanting to be treated how he treats others in a relationship) so hold on tight

if you’re passing him in the kitchen or something and— AHAHAAAA okay wait

so Miguel is chopping something in the kitchen but you need to get past him for the fridge or something. so he’s chop chop chopping and you scoot by, resting your hands on his hips to lean him forward a bit with a small “sorry, baby.” as you scooch by. you’d just hear his chopping stop and he’s getting hard already. you have about 30mins before he’s fed up and comes to u begging.

AND IF U DEFEND HIM??? omg he loses his shit. like falling into subspace no matter where u guys are— maybe not fully under but man is slipping.

let’s say you’re at a bar w Miguel and you go to the bathroom for two seconds. a girl approaches him all like “wanna buy me a drink, handsome?” and he’s like “oh! i’m flattered but i have a girlfriend!! so…” she’s like scoff scoff!! “she doesn’t need to know” wink wink and that irks him. it’s rude to his character and it’s rude to u. “i would never do that to her” he’s done w the convo so he turns back to the tv behind the bar, opting to watch whatever is happening there rather than the bitch beside him. but she’s still yapping! “what?? babe.. this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for u!! u can’t bend your rules just a little? *batting her ugly lashes* for me..?”

he just straight up rolls his eyes at her. she looks nothing like you so— “you are far from what i’d consider beautiful” he doesn’t even turn to her as he says it— he’s done w the conversation! but this bitch starts throwing a fit. “you’re a piece of shit loser okay?? you don’t know shit about beauty!! have u looked in the mirror honey?? looking like a fucking meatball is not in style alright?? i was doing you a fucking—“ she’s going on and on. some of her comments are starting to actually hurt Miguel’s feelings a bit (w his body issues and all) he’s about to just get up and wait by the girls bathroom for you but he’s scared to be seen as a creep. he feels dread sleeping in. he doesn’t know how long he’ll have to endure this before you come back and you both can just leave. “you’re an ugly 👏🏻 mother 👏🏻 fuck👏🏻er okay sweetheart?? you—“

“i’m sorry. did you call my boyfriend sweetheart?” relief floods through him at the sound of your voice. his head whips to see you, you have a playful smile on your face— but he knows the anger hidden behind it. it sends a little shock of excitement through his body. the woman’s eyes are wide as she stares at you, like she didn’t believe him when he said he had a girlfriend. “i— sis, listen”

you cut her off “i’m definitely not your sister. go on.” she pauses for a bit— shocked at your coldness before continuing. “girl to girl. you can do so much better, okay? your man— although “loyal” he is—“ you cut her off with a genuine laugh at he way she put quotations around the word ‘loyal’. “baby? finish your drink, okay? we’re leaving soon.” you look right past the girl, barely acknowledging her presence. Miguel nods frantically and downs the rest of his beer as you turn back to the girl.

“look. he’s my boyfriend. my man. i don’t care what you have to say. i don’t care what you say he did but i bet you i can guess the entire scenario” you have a confident, almost smug look on your face that has a fire burning in Miguel’s stomach. “you.” you pause to look her up and down with a weakly suppressed laugh. “tried to get at him… and then threw a hissy fit when he rejected you.. right?” she’s obviously embarrassed, staring at her shoes with an angry look. “well he said that i was ugly.”

you’re grabbing your purse from the chair behind her as she whispers that last part. you can barely make out what it says but you’re not even surprised. “and?” is all you say before walking out with Miguel.

in the cab he’s silent, worried that you’re upset until you speak up. “sorry if i was a hit mean back there.” you laugh a bit embarrassed. you go on to say that you know you shouldn’t have been rude, that people should spread positivity and more but he has to cut you off

“that was so hot, baby.” you take in his obviously disheveled, incredibly aroused state and give him a smirk. “yeah?”

you end up jerking him off in the back of the uber 🤪

he’s super whiny, whimpering, and will not stop begging for more

when u guys get married he gets really into choking u cus it shows off his wedding band

omf you’d do something nice for him while he’s sick— like make him soup or something and he’ll get hard

“you- you made this.. for me?” you’re baffled. “yes..? Miguel you’re sick remember? oh god this is way worse than i thought… do you know where you are, baby?” he laughs. “i know where i am! i just— that’s so- that’s so sweet, baby.” you shake your head and give him a spoonful, feeding him like he’s a baby. you’re focused on his mouth, subconsciously making silly faces as you pour the soup into his mouth. he’s watching you the whole time.

after that spoonful you go for another but he takes the bowl and places it on the nightstand. “wha— you don’t like it?” he smiles and shakes his head at your immediate doubt. “i love it, baby” is all he says as he pulls you into his lap, pressing his dick into you and begging you to ride him for all he’s worth

#i need to control how much i write 😭 #this was supposed to be a little like #one paragraph each #now look #tsk tsk tsk #miguel o'hara #miguel imagine #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel smut #miguel 2099 #miguel o hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara headcanon #spiderman 2099 miguel o'hara #2099 #sm 2099 #spiderman 2099

[sukifoof]

hii i was talking about this on twitter so i think i will just copy paste it here cuz i’ll probably delete it there at some point <3 twitter frightens me but i love my mutuals here we are all insane about flowey in the same way

 i think saying “you’re the type of friend i wish i always had” is a really important thing for asriel to admit... this whole time asriel has dealt with so much grief and guilt about chara that it separated the actual person chara from the idealized version of them in his head who he has never stopped grieving. its a huge part of his character that hes unable to view them as they were because that’s just how his ptsd and guilt affects him. as someone who went through a similar thing that kind of grief can mess with your head and how you view yourself and the person who’s gone really badly. the pacifist route, for flowey’s character specifically, is a really good example of how grief and ptsd can make you feel disconnected from yourself, everyone around you, and like if only the person you lost was back everything would be perfectly fine again. the fact that he can admit they weren’t perfect and that he made the right decision is a huge character development that we don’t get to see in the no mercy route because he’s still convinced that this idealized version of them birthed from bereavement will make everything okay. similarly to how he believed toriel might have been able to fix him, he wants to believe there’s someone out there that could somehow return him to who he was before being traumatized, but the reality of it is this is just who he is.

his grief and trauma is a huge part of who he is like it is with real people, but it doesn’t have to be all of him. i think the emphasis the fandom puts on whether chara was Good Or Bad completely misses the point that it doesn’t really. matter i guess?? they were a kid people loved and now they’re gone. we're seeing people deal with the grief this brought and we know so little of who they are because there’s also a degree of separation about who they are to the people they loved as well. idk i hope this makes sense i think a lot about how chara is a kid who hated humanity and calls themself a demon. to me that just shows an EXTREMELY traumatized child with self hatred. i don’t know why there was ever this huge moral argument about chara when they’re literally just a kid with issues. they weren’t taught how to deal with how they felt and likely held themself in lower regard compared to the dreemurrs. its the same thing with asriel, he feels responsible for them being gone and his own trauma. he just wants a friend who can teach him to understand his grief or someone who can at least let him view the situation for how it really is

i just think. flowey is so well written but not understood very well by the fandom because the type of thing he’s gone through is kind of hard to grasp. it’s a weird situation that doesn’t have a completely black or white Is He Or Chara At Fault kind of answer. they were children. people are complicated and want someone to blame when something goes wrong and flowey directed that at himself. hes such a fascinating and well written character i love him dearly i hope u guys understand how insane he makes me <3

#undertale #utdr #flowey #asriel #asriel dreemurr #chara dreemurr #chara #utdr analysis

[on-leatheredwings]

Dirty Laundry (18+)

Yandere! Dick Grayson x (Fem) Reader

> romantic, 18+ > Request: I think Dick would be a major creep and your rules didn't say anything about no nsft, so can I ask for a fic with this scenario: Dick stealing reader's underwear and using the dirty ones to get off while cumming into the clean ones. And putting the "clean" ones back into her dresser hoping she doesn't notice the stains and wears them? Thanks! > a/n: …………………………………… Ohhhh, so you’re crazy. Meaning, you’re just like me . thanks for the dick request i want to write him better/more ;u; had fun writing this! > tw: someone cumming in your panties without your consent or knowledge, so sexual assault. As well as yandere-typical thoughts and behaviors. > Word count: 1847 (Ugh this was supposed to be like 3 paragraphs max but i’m me.)

Dick’s your best friend. 

… You guess.

He was new to Blüdhaven, and you two just seemed to keep bumping into each other in the rare times you left your apartment. Might as well get to know the guy. You didn’t have much choice in the matter, once he attached to you. And that was okay, because you liked him back and, frankly, were in quite desperate need for friends. The man currently lounges on your bed, sifting through a magazine while you’re mixing audio for this indie rock cover band that’s commissioned you. That’s your side hustle and passion, when you’re not being a work-from-home researcher for S.T.A.R. Labs. 

You’re an hour into your work and Dick Grayson is lounging on his spot on your bed, because he has claimed a spot at this point. All is well with the world. Then, your stomach lets out a groan, and so do you.

A pair of eyes, all ocean blue and twinkling, slide over to you without a second’s hesitation. You meet them, unblinking and unperturbed. Does he know he’s kind of a freak? Being all light-eyed and adoring?

You stand up without fanfare, removing your headphones from your ears and letting them sit around the column of your neck.

“I’m going to get food from the place next door.”

You yawn and walk away from your desk. That usually was much harder for you, but Grayson’s presence in your life had made it more of a priority for you to care for yourself. “Don’t touch anything,” you say, plainly and without venom. Without another word, you’re gone, and Dick launches up from his seat once he hears the front door to your flat close.

He told himself he was going to do this today. He told himself, and he is a man of his word.

He opens the bottom drawer of your dresser, where he knows you keep your clean pairs of underwear. Then he trespasses into your closet, where he knows you keep your laundry basket.

Dick knows where a lot of things are in your apartment, and he has made it his job to know every inch of your bedroom specifically. When you leave the room, like times like this, he enjoys going around and familiarizing himself with everything. And he’s planted cameras, of course. He does leave your en-suite restroom alone, an act he pats himself on the back for. You deserved your privacy, after all. To his disappointment, you do tend to masturbate exclusively in the shower, and he must tide himself over with the audio his cameras pick up, rather than visuals.

After a moment’s hesitation, Dick buries his hands into your laundry basket. These were the things… you wore. His eyes twinkle as he smiles. Still, he had no time to waste. While often busy, the Chinese place you were at was also known for its fast service. Dick grabs the first pair of panties he sees: blue lace-trim, white in color, with blue gingham. You’re so cute. 

He sits in your closet, back to your hamper, slides off the jeans that look really good on him which he hopes you’ve noticed. All of these actions are done a little clumsier than normal because his pulse roars in his ears.

He lets his head fall backward, and he begins pumping his cock with your panties in that same hand. He thinks of your face, your body, your hands. He really likes your hands, so adept and amble, always flying across a keyboard or strumming a guitar. He thinks about the honest things you say, truthful but usually with tact. He thinks about your eyes crinkling when he’s being a show-off, and your pretty lips that you’re usually wetting with your tongue rather than finally just getting lip balm. 

At this point, Dick is a wreck, eyes glazed over and only half-open. His eyelashes flutter as he struggles to keep them open. He goes slack-jawed, pink lips only a little swollen from his biting down on them. He’s about to finish, he knows he is. It’s building in him like the birth of a tidal wave. Pre-cum and his sweat have soiled your gingham pair, and he looks at the very plain pair of navy blue boyshorts in his free hand, clenched into a fist. He finds himself blushing. Your underwear is so… you, and it’s hilarious that holding them in his hand is what is flustering him so much. Considering what he’s doing.

Dick whimpers, a sound that’s both embarrassing and utterly liberating. Pleasure pulses in between his legs, his back shoots into an arch, his balls hike up to the base of his cock. He cums with a raspy cry, right onto the crotch of your boyshorts. He had initially planned to just finish anywhere on the fabric, but at the last second decided to cum where your cunt would touch. He’s kind of romantic like that. (He’s also kind of a pervert, and he knows that.)

He pants in the afterglow of his orgasm, cheeks painted over with rosy pink. He tosses your white pair back into its home, the laundry basket.

His calloused fingers reach up for the corner of his mouth, which had been agape this whole while. 

… Was he drooling? 

Dick robotically proceeds to rub his semen into your underwear until it's just a dark stain. He pulls his dark jeans from the pool of black denim they formed at his ankles, he runs his fingers through his hair at a job well done. He returns your boyshorts to your dresser, neatly folding them like all the rest. And finally, he wipes his mouth. He returns to your bed, and it’s like nothing has happened since you left.

Dick Grayson – Gotham pretty boy, badass superhero – should probably cringe; in any other context, isn’t that so lame…? But considering it was you, honestly, what could he have expected…

You come back into your bedroom, a bag of takeout swinging from your hands. His eyes don’t leave you for an instant.

… You simply have that effect on him. 

You stomp through his room until you’re right in front of him, where he pretends to be scrolling on his phone. Your arms are akimbo as you stare down at him, blocking your room’s overhead light with your skull and casting your shadow over him. He looks up and smiles cheekily.

“Alright, Dickard.” Dick’s lips quirk. “Get out. I’m going to shower and change.” Sniffing yourself on the way back, you decided it was high time you did. 

Dick’s brain goes a mile a minute. Shower. Change. Underwear? His heart skitters but he doesn’t show it. 

“Aw, don’t let me stop you. Feel free,” he teasingly sings.

Your eye twitches and you take it upon yourself to physically move him. Not that you could if he chose to actually resist. You know that he must be strong, stronger than ‘doing acrobatics as a hobby’ must make someone. You’ve caught a peek at his abdomen and biceps now and then. Guy is ripped. 

“Go eat,” you order, throwing the takeout into his hand. “I got enough for the both of us.” Why, Dick could twirl his hair and kick his feet right now – despite a prickly exterior, you really were a sweetheart, weren’t you? He refuses to have you pay for him though. He will definitely be returning the favor thricefold.

You successfully shoo the six feet tall model out of your room. 

Once he’s out, you take your shower, standing for five minutes in the spray until it grows warm. You think with amusement at the idea of movies and TV making women showering such a sexy, erotic scene. Bitch, you are in here scrubbing pots and pans. 

After the job’s done, your feet land on your worn shower mat from college, and pad towards your bedroom once more. You catch a towel on your way there, belatedly remembering that Dick Grayson may still be loitering in your bedroom, and you weren’t too keen on the idea of him seeing your private bits. Warily shifting eyes from behind the door, you see no one’s around.

Knock knock. 

“Are you done?”

Dick’s voice from the hallway makes you panic, fearful that he may burst in before you’re ready and presentable. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt a woman while she’s getting ready in her boudoir!“ you yell, hoping some rich person’s instinct suddenly clicks in him. You thought rich men were supposed to be gentlemanly. Really, ever since meeting Dick, who is son to the richest man in the state, you’ve learned rich people all must be whiny, clingy, braggers, show-offs, and sometimes, just plain brats. In your hurry, you swipe a panty from your drawer and slip it on past your thighs. Body still damp from the shower, you don’t notice anything. 

The rest of your clothes follow, and you choose to sit back down in your desk chair. You turn back to your double monitor set up, ready to become a screen zombie once more when you remember someone’s waiting for you.

Without turning around, you holler, “Come in.” 

Without a moment’s pause, Dick reenters, takeout plated for the both of you in each hand. He places one smoothly in front of you with butler-like precision. 

“Your meal, madam,” Dick says in a Parisian accent, and you do smile in amusement. His eyes dilate, but you don’t notice.

“Thank you, my fine sir,” you return, a little embarrassed, accent weak, but willing to keep up the bit.

Dick knows not to disturb you too much while you work, so he wanders away as you slip your headphones over your ears once more. But before returning to His Spot on the bed, he quietly treads to your dresser. He sneaks a glance to make sure you’re still occupied. And you are, that blue wash of light painting your skin. 

He pulls out the drawer, and– hhhhh.

He heaves with breath involuntarily, although it’s nearly imperceptible. You do make him slip more than he likes, but he’s experienced. He glances once more to make sure you didn’t hear that, and of course you didn’t. You’re still fiddling in Ableton Live.

He shuts the drawer and stalks to His Spot on the bed, and anyone who knows Dick Grayson would see that he is tense. He is stiff.

And how could he not be? You’re wearing the underwear he had cum on. Did you notice? Is this your way of coming onto him? No, you’re too forward to play games… Something he finds both refreshing and a shame, because he loves games. You simply mustn't have noticed. Regardless, the knowledge fills him with such ecstasy and arousal… and longing. 

He eyes you discreetly as his skin reddens. He tries to act natural by eating steaming orange chicken, plucking it from his plate with a chopstick. One day, he’ll have you, in body and soul. 

Until then, he can entertain himself with this game, however one-sided.

#yandere batfam #yandere dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #yandere dick grayson x reader #really enjoyed writing a more mellow reader! #mine

[natriae]

Ushi gushi who u dated thru highschool and 2nd year college and he is getting hornier but all u guys have done so far is make out and hand job/fingering till u ask if he wants to go further and BOY does he and u see a side of him u never imagine 😍

HEHEH KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING RN

Ushijima Wakatoshi is no doubt the best boyfriend ever. He spoils you and always makes time for you. He would drop everything to go see you, but he's still wakatoshi. He has a hard time with social cues and displaying his emotions. You like to call yourself the 'Toshi master. Usually able to understand his affection and thoughts without him showing it.

He's remained the same since highschool. He stuck to the same routine with little differences in the past years. He'd wake up do his morning run, then go to class, practice, then shower and do his homework, and finally cuddle you to sleep in his dorm. Saturdays were specifically reserved for you. He tried to leave his comfort zone by taking you on dates, but you knew he perfered to stay in. You did too, so it was no issue for you to spend every Saturday with Wakatoshi at your house back in highschool. He found comfort getting groceries with you and helping you clean. He found comfort in really anything that took his mind off his family.

There was a lot of feelings that Wakatoshi missed out, but with therapy and you supporting him along the way he got better at understand what he was feeling. Being away from his mother definitely helped as well.

Even with all his amazing qualities there were sometimes you felt insecure in your relationship. Going to college was a much different territory for both of you. Students from all around Japan went to school with you guys. At Shiratorizawa no one really talked to 'Jima because they were scared of him but here you can't remember a game where some girl wasn't flirting with him. Or even listening to how far your friends have gotten with their boyfriends. It's not that you want to force 'toshi out of his comfort zone, but sometimes you think he doesn't like you..like that. Almost like it's out of obligation.

After date night he asks if you want it instead of getting in the mood. Almost like it's apart of his routine. You guys eat, come home, he kisses you a bit and fingers you till you cum, and then he washes his hands and kisses you goodnight. You want him to do it for his own pleasure.

"everything okay?" He asks once he finishes washing the dishes. He walks over to the small couch you sat on while in deep thought.

Looking up at him you smile at his cute face. Bring your arms up signaling you want a hug. Lifting you up he places you on his lap as he sits down. You legs draped over his as your wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. "I guess, I've just been thinking...'Jima you find me attractive, right?" Looking up you watch as he nods his head. His eyes srunching a little in thought. Your hand resting on his chest feels his heart begin to beat a little bit faster. " um, remember when Tendou had-um- remember in highschool when tendou was quite aroused and everyone made fun of him?"

"his boner?" Ushijima states unbothered.

Your face reddens at his outburst and you nod your head. "well why don't- you dont seem to get that when your with me, and I was worried that you dont feel that way about me, and I don't want you to be doing anything you find uncomfortable if you dont feel that way about me." While you ramble you start to feel a small poking at the side of your right butt cheek. "'Jima?"

His faces flushes a bit and his heart beats after as he brings his lips into his mouth. "I do feel that way about you." He says, not looking into your eyes.

Bringing your hand up to his cheek you move his head so the two of you can look at each other. "why don't you ever show it?" you pout.

"i don't want to make you uncomfortable." He tells you, face remaining unmoving. You watch as his pupils expand looking into your eyes. "Meditating usually helps it go away." He tells you like it was a serious issue. You giggle and move into kiss his lips.

"Do you still have those condoms Tendou gave you?"

His single nod is all you need to tell you that tonight you won't have to worry about Wakatoshi's attraction towards you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima #wakatoshi ushijima #ushijima smut #wakatoshi fluff #haikyuu wakatoshi #wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi smut #hq wakatoshi #hq ushijima #hq headcanons #hq imagines #hq fanfic #hq angst #hq smut #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq #haikyū!! #haikyuu angst #haikyu x reader

[leeyanyanyaaan]

Kayn x Graffiti Artist!Reader

16 / 11 / 2023

hi hi~ welcome to the start of my heartsteel x headcanon series "creatively charmed"! sorry, i cant think of a better title atm LOL anyways, this is gonna be a series of the heartsteel band with a lover who's got a creative side to them XD that's all, hope you enjoy! next up will be sett ^-^

Started with another one of days where Kayn decided to go out and wreak havoc by vandalizing everything LOL

When he does he often comes across a lot of grafitti art, this one in particular has a certain style to it

He always lets out a little chuckle when he sees it.

Now, as a fellow artist himself, he is respectful enough to not ruin that person's art, but he does his own grafitti nearby. For him it always includes his HEARTSTEEL icon and if he's feeling good then some song lyrics or a joke

This time, it was shortly after HEARTSTEEL's debut MV released, so when he left to do his usual vandalizing, he wrote "two sides to a story but they never tell my side" with a bunch of doodles. He was particularly proud of this piece, so he was planning to continue working on it the next day

What he didn't expect, however, was for someone to continue the lyrics, with "never been the kinda guy to stay inside the guidelines" written underneath, as well as some art of Kayn's scenes and even a headshot drawing of him from their single's thumbnail

Kayn was surprised and amazed to see it, and broke out into an excited shit-eating grin once he saw the artist's signature that he saw in all their other pieces

"So, looks like I captured this person's heart too. Ever the popular star I am, no?"

And so, he continued the lyrics to his verse, secretly hoping this grafitti artist will continue it again.

Which they did, and gradually, that specific wall gradually filled up with PARANOIA's lyrics from their gradual exchange, even with additional doodles of the other members, Ernest and Rhaast, and some of the funny scenes of the MV

Even mini conversations started with side comments on each others drawings, for example:

"This dog -> true MVP of HEARTSTEEL"

"The dog in the MV? His name's Ernest. (But Kayn is the real MVP)"

"LOL u come up w that name? I can see it tho ngl"

Oh right, this person doesn't know this is THE Kayn Shieda they're talking to

Anyways, this exchange made Kayn excited to come back every time (even his bandmates questioned why he goes out every night looking all excited)

Same with Rhaast actually LOL, but Kayn doesn't let him because he knows how crazy he gets when it comes to vandalizing

"I WANT A TURNNN KAYNNN" "No! I don't need you drawing 100 dicks on the wall again!" "THAT'S HOW MUCH OF A DICKHEAD YOU AREE-"

But alas, all good things must come to an end, after... 2 months, I guess? They had finished writing all the lyrics of the song and the whole wall was full of just HEARTSTEEL PARANOIA. Okay, so that's the end of it then.

Until a paper plane hit the top of Kayn's head. Annoyed, Kayn immediately lifted his head up to the direction it was thrown, yapping angrily at whoever had the fucking audacity to do that

Just as he was about to crumple the plane, he noticed writing on one of its wings, "read me!" Raising a brow curiously, he opened up the paperplane, where it revealed a username with a discord logo drawn next to it, along with your artist signature :)

I love how writing for Kayn gives me the free reign to swear AHAHAHDJSN

#heartsteel #heartsteel paranoia #heartsteel lol #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel kayn x reader #kayn x reader #kayn #shieda kayn #kayn lol #kayn league of legends

[strniohoeee]

could you write that Matt and u were having a heated argument, and then he slapped you across your face. it hurt, so you hid in your bathroom... your face was swelled up, and he came to apologise to u, but you did not want to talk to him, and he sat with u and comforted u while helping your bruise. you forgave him, and you slept in his room while cuddling. thnx sm BTW.❤️❤️

Hurt

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: During an argument, Y/N tries to grab Matt, but he freaks out, and ends up hitting her accidentally. I switched this up a bit because I couldn’t get around a man intentionally hitting me, and then taking him back, so I made it accidental🌸

Warning⚠️:Y/N getting hit in the face. I feel like you can’t obtain bruises from an accidental hit to the face, but when Matt said he could rip a door off the hinges if he wanted to…I know a backhand by him would leave my jaw broken, and me limp and knocked out

Song for the imagine: Throw It Away- Summer Walker

“Matt I’m so confused right now….what the fuck did I do?” I asked Matt as he was walking away

“I literally saw you talking to that guy I specifically asked you not to talk to” he said still walking away

“I didn’t mean to…like if someone talks to me am I supposed to just ignore them?” I asked him scoffing

“You know how I feel about him. You should’ve walked away and got me” he said finally stopping in the living room to look at me

“I’m sorry. Like you can not be mad at me for being put in this weird ass position” I said to him

“I thought you respected me” he said scoffing

“What? I do…you’re the love of my life I never ever meant to upset you” I told him

“Yeah well you did, go away” he said shooing me away

“No Matt. I made you mad and I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it intentionally” I said to him

“I don’t want to speak to you right now” he said giving me his back

“Babe stop! I’m trying to fix this okay? I can’t fix it if you won’t talk to me” I pleaded with him

“Go away” he still said

“No!” I went to grab his arm, and he flung his hand back to break away from my grasp “GET AWAY!” As he said that the back of his hand connected with my face

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND” I screamed at him with a shocked expression

I ran away from him to his bathroom and locked myself in

“BABY OPEN THE DOOR. It was an accident. I didn't mean to hit you. I didn’t realize how close you were” he said on the opposite side of the door

“GO THE FUCK AWAY YOU JUST HIT ME, AND YOU HAVE RINGS ON MY FACE IS LITERALLY SCRATCHED AND BRUISED” I yelled at him as I looked in the mirror crying from the pain

“I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN IT YOU WERE SO CLOSE I HAD NO IDEA MY BACK WAS TURNED TO YOU” he said banging on the door

“Matt….if you would’ve just talked to me, and not given me your back your hand would’ve never came into contact with my face” I said to him

“I know baby! I’m sorry please this isn’t fair” he said leaning his head on the door

“ISNT FAIR? isn’t fair? You know what isn’t fair is that my boyfriend can’t talk out a problem with me…he acts like a child, and guess what I get? A ringed back hand to my face” I said at him

“I am a child. I was acting childish, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I can never ever live this down….ever” he said

“This isn’t the first time you act like this in an argument. I just want you to talk to me that is all” I said wiping my tears

“I’m sorry. If you don’t believe me or don’t want to accept my apology that’s okay” he said back

“I really don’t. I don’t know how I feel right now. About you…..about us….together” I said to him

“What? No baby no…let me in” he said jingling the door knob

“I don’t want to see you right now” I told him

“Please baby. Let me in. I’m not letting you go, and I’m fucking sorry. I’m so disgusted with myself right now. Never in a million years would I ever put my hands on you” he said getting emotional

“Matt go away” I said to him

I heard his footsteps recede, and I allowed myself to fully break down. I just wanted my boyfriend to talk to me, and instead I got his back to me and a hand to the face. I really couldn’t do this with Matt anymore. This is getting so exhausting.

About 20 minutes later I heard Matt coming back

“Y/N I’m sorry, and I know you don’t want to hear from me or see me right now, but just listen. I have never ever wanted this okay. It was an accident, and I’m so upset with myself for the way I acted. It’s disgusting and not how I was raised. I can never ever forgive myself for the actions I pulled. But just know I love you, and I want to work this out with you. I will never act that way again. I promise you. I love you so fucking much” he said on the other side of the door

I got up, and opened the door, and when he looked up his eyes dropped

“I can’t believe I did that to you” he said closing his eyes and shaking his head

“It’s fine” I said letting him into the bathroom

“It’s not, and I can’t express how fucking sorry I am. Let me clean you up” he said running to the kitchen to grab the first aid

He came back and cleaned the scratches his rings left with peroxide.

“And this is going to sting” he said before cleaning it with alcohol

“Fuck” I said wincing

“I’m sorry baby” he said looking into my eyes

“I love you Matt, and I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you, but please just talk to me” I said looking at him

“Yes baby, I will speak to you always from now on. And I will work on not getting upset at stupid things. I just love you so much and I get protective over you, and this love for you just bubbles over, and I can’t control my emotions” he said drying the scratches

“It’s okay baby. I forgive you” I said kissing him

He finished drying the scratches up, and applied Arnicar for bruises

“This cream will help with a little bit of the bruising” he said kissing me

“Thank you baby” I said hugging him, and he hugged back

Matt took us to his room, and had us lay down. We watched a movie and snuggled together. He occasionally checked my face and kept kissing me while we cuddled. We eventually dozed off

The End

Hope you liked this one🫶🏽🖤, and for the person that requested this I hope you liked it as well🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #Spotify

[milesandcorysupermacy]

MILES MINI HEADCANNON #1

-I feel like Miles definitely tries to learn different things that make you feel special

-For him he definitely wants to do the little things that drive you crazy

-Ex...

-Wearing the cologne that he knows you like the most

"You smell good, bae. You gotta keep wearing this." "Thank you, my Mami bought it." "But, isn't that the one I bought?" "Exactly, ma."

-Looking at you a certain way while you're talking

"I'm mad, Miles! Ain't nobody told me nothing! How was I supposed to know that Cory was gonna be at dreamcon? Plus..." You continued yapping about...comic con? Miles really didn't know. All he knew was that he was looking at pretty much the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He let you continue ranting, looking you up and down, nodding, maintaining the most attractive eye contact possible. He continued doing this until you couldn't take it anymore! "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" "Nothing, just....just keep talking."

-Having a playlist that he shares with you that has specific love songs that he thinks describes your guys' love

"No, I'm serious, Mami. I'll let you go through my spotify. We're just not going through my drawings. Those are...private" "Fine, Morales. But, I'm gonna see those drawings of me sooner or later." "Mhm" He says before handing you his phone. You open the spotify app and see lots of playlists that he has. There are some with interesting names such as 'Rage Room', 'Oldies 👴🏾', 'If I was a bad bitch 🤩', 'Swae Lee's Best Hitsss', and 'THAT nigga'. But the one that REALLY grabbed your attention was 'Her 😁🫶🏾'. It had songs such as 'Don't' by Bryson Tiller, 'Spin Bout U' By Drake ft 21 savage, 'Heaven Can Wait' by Michael Jackson, and 'Honesty' by Pink Sweat$. "Aw, Miles. You made a playlist for me?" "Uh-" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and smiled. "Yea, mami. I guess I did."

This was ittttttt, lemme know if it's good. I'll accept constructive criticism!

#earth 1610 miles morales x reader #coryxkenshin #atsv #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales headcanons #black reader #miles x black reader

[tsukiyo-7]

societal taboos are funny that way. enjoying fictional mass murder, torture, blahblah? no proooooblem. demon dean was fun, boyking Sam my beloved, cas should've murdered MORE angels actually, spn is my favorite show etc.

consensual adult siblings (also fictional) incest? IMMORAL u heathens.

I think it's just because people don't act on an actual real moral compass or rational thinking but more on the very narrow and black and white basis "this makes me uncomfortable therefore is bad".

The general audience is used to blood, gore and sex, but everything is always filtered in a specific cultural lens; if before we had more variety and wiggle room in what the media portrayed, now most of the mainstream is the offspring of the U.S.A. and these illusory "western values" that, as European, I firmly believe are made up bullshit (but that's a discussion for another time).

Anyway, in this specific lens that I'm sure you can guess what it is, if and when incest is contemplated it's always cishet, between twisted motherfuckers (allow me the scientific term lol) or used for shock value and generally described as an unfortunate affair. And people can be okay with that, it disturbs them, sure, but they can move on with their perception intact. Look at the success Game of Thrones had.

The problem with Wincest, I think, is the fact that for starters we're put in a place in which Sam and Dean are the good guys. Your perception of their actions is increasingly altered as you progress, although they murder a worrisome amount of people, you still end up rooting for them. In the second instance, a relationship between them would be queer in a way people aren't used to seeing because they're not quirky or kinky or wholesome and their entire personality and story doesn't evolve around their identity. They're just some dudes, albeit a bit weird, probably perceived as peak masculinity, if the popularity of the show among the military is anything to go by. And finally, their love is destructive yes, but infinitely tender; they care for each other to an unbelievable extent and there's no denying that even if you don't ship them romantically.

You're forced to acknowledge the fact that something can exist beyond everything you've always been taught and believed in so far and that makes people more uncomfortable than a depiction of abuse ever will.

#supernatural #spn #wincest #fandom discourse #maybe I said a bunch of bullishit thread carefully 😂 #personal musings

[mrsstarkey1]

lets just forget - topper thornton

A/N: I wrote this before szn 3 and just hadn't got around to posting it but this obviously does NOT take place in season 3 when topper is out of his mind 

SUMMARY: you're sulking over your crush on JJ, topper is grieving his relationship with Sarah, and you're both alone together.

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

WARNINGS: pg-13 makeout

you, john b, pope, kie and jj were all sitting on john b’s porch, just talking. though, you weren’t saying much.

the sight of jj and kie sneaking glances at each other was practically making you sick. you hated that feeling. the feeling of someone having control over you. no one had ever had that control that jj did over you. and he didn’t even feel the same way.

you knew that. he obviously had feelings for kie, and you couldn’t blame him. she was great, and she was one of your closest friends.

of course, no one knew about your stupid little crush on jj. you had to keep up your reputation of not showing too much emotion.

kie and jj engaged in their own conversation, and you saw her push his shoulder playfully. that was your que. you stood up, “I’m gonna get going.” you grabbed a couple beers out of the cooler to go.

“see ya, y/n,” pope said, and you did your short handshake you two had made when you were in middle school.

you said bye to everyone else and left, walking along the street with no set destination. you didn’t really want to go home yet, so you ended up going to the beach. specifically the area that almost no one else knew about. the place you went when you wanted to be alone.

you sat down on the sand, twisting off the cap of your beer.

you watched the waves crash on the shore, taking a large gulp of the drink. “what’s got you drinking on the beach at 3 in the afternoon?” you glanced up to see the source of the voice.

topper. he was a kook, and he was an asshole. that’s pretty much all you knew about him. “what do you care?”

he sat down next to you, leaning back on his elbows. “I don’t. just making conversation.”

you took another swig, “right.”

he leaned his head back, sighing deeply. you handed him your other beer, noticing that he looked like he needed it. “alright kook, I’ll bite. what’s up?”

“girlfriend left me for a pogue.” he said, bringing the bottle to his lips.

“oh right. john b mentioned sarah. that’s tough.” he nodded, gesturing for you to explain why you were on the beach.

you sighed, “it’s stupid. just stupid feelings that I don’t want to have for someone that I shouldn’t have them for.”

“well, I guess we can both agree that feelings suck.” he said, and you nodded in agreement.

“cheers to that,” you held up your beer, and he klinked his against it.

you looked over at him, eyes trailing down his body, noting how tight his t-shirt was. “we could always do something that would distract us… something to forget about our feelings,” you suggested, meeting his eyes with a smirk.

“oh yeah?” he asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes. you nodded. positioning yourself on his lap, and his hands went to your waist, finding their way under your t-shirt, lightly tracing your skin.

he hungrily smashed his lips to yours, your lips moving in sync. he moved his lips to your neck, pulling off your shirt in the process, and you fiddled with the button on his shorts hastily.

and I’m sure you can imagine the rest.

looking back on that day, you always laughed at the words you’d used. “forget about our feelings.” it was ironic. you guys had no idea that you would end up developing the strongest feelings you’d ever felt.

part 2

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[utookapictureofursalad]

In love with you in ages <3

As I said this is gonna be a series of one shots that share one specific theme and story but they are not necessarily related or in order. Just a series of scenarios that pop to my mind :)

Hope u enjoy this, and please share your thoughts and ideas with and tell me if I could do anything to make my writings better. Also I'm not a native English speaker so please kindly ignore any grammar errors haha.

#Fluff

#sweetness

#love theme

It was around 9 in the morning when I pulled up Infront of Matty's apartment. After checking myself once or twice in the morning I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car. I grabbed the collars of my khaki overcoat to block the cold breeze from freezing me as I entered the lobby.

I waved at the security guy who was still half asleep as I walked toward the elevator.

Few minutes later I was standing behind Matty's door. Fixing my hair once again, even though it didn't need to be fixed I knocked on his apartment door.

"coming" I heard Matty almost shouted from the other side of the door, his heavy accent a lullaby to my ears.

Few seconds later he opened the door and his handsome frame appeared at the door.

He was in his black sweat pants and grey shirt, his dark curls were capturing his face as perfectly as always and I wondered if he could Get any cuter when he smiled and showed me his perfectly imperfect crooked teeth. "Hey, love" he finally said. "hey, morning" I said as he made a space for me to enter his house. Matty had his hand delicately on the small of my back as he guided me inside.

"it's freezing outside" I said as we walked to his kitchen. "Did you sleep with socks on again?" He mocked me. "Don't... Start" I rolled my eyes at him. "It's okay Y/n, everyone can decide what they wanna be and you decided to be a psychopath and sleep with socks on" he mocked me again as his hand left my back and he went to Kitchen. I took off my coat and put the books on counter and sat on one of the chairs. I smiled and looked around the house, the windows were open letting the slightly cold breeze inside the house. The house was not that bright, the lights were yellow and dim creating a quite cozy environment. "Tea?" Matty asked. "yupp" I said now focusing on him. I couldn't lie, he looked really perfect standing in the kitchen making tea, almost like a pefect painting, his dark curls bouncing with his every small move. I could feel the smell of cinnamon in the air which was quite comforting. Matty's house smelled like cinnamon and sweets and cigarettes almost all the time and honestly I was kinda so used to this smell that I missed it sometimes when I was home alone.

He put two cups of tea on the counter as he sat right Infront of me, our knees touching.'cookies?' He asked his mouth already full of them and kept a bowl of chocolate chipped cookies infront of me. 'Thanks' I smiled picking one. I smiled as my hands touched my cup, the warmth of the tea spreading all over my cold hands. I took a sip and looked at Matty who was now rubbing his eyes. I realized that they looked red and puffier than usual. "You didn't sleep last night?" I asked. "What?" He said looking at me confused. "you look tired, you didn't sleep?" I repeated, " I did... well I don't know maybe only one or two hours?" He said twirling his hair around his fingers. "How about... umm...What do you say that we just go back to bed instead of studying today?" He said looking down and toying with his cup of tea. "Umm... Okay" I agreed way faster than I expected and he looked up at me shooting me one of his cute smiles. "Can I spoon you as well?" He said getting off his chair. "Yeah... I guess yeah." I said. "Cool" he said putting the empty cups in the sink and coming over to me. "Let's go love" he said taking my hand and guiding me to his bedroom. His bed was still undone and there was books on the floor. His ashtray was on the table beside bed and it was full. Sometimes it worried me just how much he smoked but I couldn't deny just how hot he looked while smoking. "Here love" He said lifting the white duvet for me to get under it. Honestly I felt so much better laying under blankets with Matty than having to teach him. He got under the blankets as well and layed down next to me. This was the first time we were sharing a bed and for some weird reasons it did not feel weird at all. It felt comfortable and safe like I was home. "Oh wait..." He said bringing me out of my thought and getting out of bed. I watched him walk to the music player that was placed in the corner of room "Do you mind if I play some tracks?" He asked scratching the back of his head. 'you're such a romantic.'I teased pulling the blanket up to my chin earning an eye roll from him. He connected his phone to the music player and a frank Sinatra's voice filled the room. "perrrrfect" he smiled getting in bed and laying next to me. We both layed on our sides looking at eachother for few minutes as the sound of rain and music mixed perfectly together.

"I... Can I hold you?" He said hesitating a bit. I looked in his pefect chocolate eyes for few seconds before answering "I think I have already agreed to you spooning me, so yeah" I said and he smiled. His arm wrapped around my waist delicately, carefully, softly and he pulled me closer to him. His other hand grabbed my head and placed it on his chest. My own arms wrapped around him as well and I placed my hand on his upper arms. We layed there still for few minutes, none of us saying a word. The sound of rain, chet baker playing his saxophone and our slow breathing was all I could hear. I never felt this comfortable around any guy in my whole life. Mattys touch was calming me down in stages that I didn't know even existed.

Then his hand went through my hair, his lips pressed a delicate kiss to my forehead, his fingers playing with my hair and messaging my scalp so softly and slowly that it almost made my head spin in so much relaxation.

"Where did you learn this?" I asked once I could overcome my feelings. "Feeling good?" Matty asked as we looked into each others eyes, his hand still on my head doing the magic. "Mhm.. very good" I said toying with the collar of his shirt. " I have so many talents love" Matty said sending me a wink and I giggled. "My Nana used to do this to me when I was a kid" he spoke looking up at the ceiling "eveytime that I couldn't sleep I would go lay next to her and she would touch my hair like this and I would fall asleep almost immediately." He said shooting me a sad smile and I looked at him silently for few seconds. "Do you miss her?"I hesitated to ask but I finally did. "Yeah from time to time" he nodded his fingers now playing with the hem of my shirt. "Can you do that for me?" He asked grabbing my face and looking at me. "what?" I asked Looking at him blankly "Play with my hair"

"Yeah... I think I can do that. I wont be as good as you tho" I said 'I'm sure you will be.' He asked as I pulled him into my arms. his head was now placed right under my chin, his smooth face in touch with my neck as I held him gently with one hand and ran the other through his hair, playing with his beautiful curls and rubbing his head delicately and carefully just like what he did to mine. I heard him him sighing and he held me tighter than before, leaving no space left between us. For one moment, it felt like nothing else really mattered, it was just us and the sound of music was making everything sound so surreal and so beautiful and so out of this world. "Am I doing this right?" I asked. "so right... I think I'm gonna fall asleep soon" he said and I smiled planting a soft kiss on his hair.

#matty healy x you #matty x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy #fluffy #sweet #matty healy fluff #Spotify

[strangleetomz]

zombie attack

me taking the end of the new sorry boys video and calling it potential!

ler!wilbur, lee!tommy, lee!ranboo (implied lee!phil, lee!wilbur & lee!charlie at the very end.)

giggling rn. enjoy 😇‼️

( @vicluvesu u said to @ u… i think this is what u meant)

It’s the apocalypse.

The zombie apocalypse, specifically.

Tommy, Phil, and Ranboo have survived. Charlie and Wilbur on the other hand.. well… Let’s not get into that.

“Guys.”

“Phil! Wait, no!”

“You have to go.” Phil spoke, and then he turned around, whacking a zombie in the face.

“PHIL NO!”

“PHIL!”

Tommy and Ranboo screamed as Phil made his way to a crowd of zombies in an attempt to fend them off.

“RUN!”

And with that, Tommy and Ranboo took off, wincing a little as they heard the screams of Phil being taken alive by the zombies. They ran to their getaway car, screaming at the driver to drive.

“We’re safe! We’re safe! I think we’re safe! I think we’re okay!” Ranboo said quickly as they were driven away from the area.

“Oh, phew…” Tommy relaxed against the seat, and Ranboo sighed in relief. They didn’t have to deal with the zombies anymore.. Or so they thought.

“Guess I won’t be needing this anymore.” Ranboo looked at their gun, setting it on the floor. But then, Tommy and Ranboo heard rather loud groaning from behind them.. They turned around to see Wilbur in the trunk of the car. He was a zombie.

“…Tom?” Ranboo glanced at Tommy worriedly. Just then, Wilbur suddenly moved forward so the top half of his body hung over the seat.

Ranboo and Tommy then screamed as Wilbur latched his hands on them, one hand clawing up and down each of their torsos, his head hanging down so the camera wouldn’t pick up on his mischievous smirk as he tickled the two boys. The camera was still going, but Wilbur didn’t care. They could just cut the footage. Wilbur then fell more forward so he sat between Ranboo and Tommy and could tickle the both of them more.

“WIL! We’re dohOHONE! NOHOHO!”Tommy shrieked, trying to push Wilbur’s claw-like hand away from his stomach.

“Whahat the hEHEHELL! WILBUR?!” Ranboo just covered his face and brought their knees to their chest as Wilbur scribbled his fingers on their neck.

“But this is perfect, isn’t it? It’s like a perfect zombie attack… I’ll make it better!” He leaned over to Tommy and blew a raspberry on his neck, nibbling a little and quietly mumbling, “omnomnomnom…”

“wiLBUR! FUCK! NohOHOHO!” Tommy struggled to push Wilbur away, but eventually realized he just had to take it.

“Aw, can’t take it? It’s okay, maybe Ranboo can!” Wilbur exclaimed before turning to Ranboo, and doing exactly what he did to Tommy. He blew a raspberry on Ranboo’s neck, giggling against the skin as he nibbled on the spot, again making little “omnomnomnom” sounds. Ranboo squealed, trying to push at Wilbur’s head.

“StohOP! Thihis iHISNT FAHAIR!” Ranboo whined, and Wilbur just picked up his head and giggled at the two boys.

“Sorry, you two are stuck in the grasp of a tickle zombie. A tickle monster, if you will.” Wilbur smirked, clawing at both of the boys’ stomach and sides, grinning widely at their shrieks and giggles.

Ranboo squirmed from side to side as best as he could, not having much room as they were practically squished against the inside of the car door. Tommy was moreso just screaming and flinching, occasionally bucking his hips. The driver looked in the rear-view mirror for a second and smiled. They had stopped driving, they knew they were done despite the camera still recording. Obviously they wouldn’t keep that in the video.

Phil and Charlie soon caught up to the car, knocking on the tinted windows because they heard screaming. The doors unlocked, and the two men opened the door to see Tommy and Ranboo being tickled to tears by Wilbur.

“PHIL! HELP US!” Tommy yelled, slightly reaching for Phil’s hand as he still giggled wildly.

“PLEHEHEASE!” Ranboo squealed, starting to stomp his feet on the floor of the car.

“Alright, Wil, that’s enough. Let ‘em go.” Phil smiled as he noticed Wilbur roll his eyes before stopping. Charlie noticed how much Ranboo and Tommy were still giggling and panting as they leaned back against the seats.

“Jesus man, what did you do? They look like they just went through a war-.. Oh. I guess they did kind of also just go through the apocalypse.. But you get what I mean! What did you do?” Charlie crossed his arms with a small smirk.

“I only tickled them… Gave them a lil’ zombie attack. That’s what the zombies did to me when you guys gave my body away to them.” Wilbur’s tone was playful, and he rolled his eyes once again.

“They did that to me too..” Phil piped up with a small smile, and looked over to see Charlie nodding. “Me too.”

“Yeah, exactly. So I gave them a little attack. It was part of the bit, anyway!”

Tommy hid his face with his hands, and Ranboo pinched the bridge of their nose. They were both embarrassed, and Wilbur just pulled them into a hug. “C’monnn. It’s alright, you only got tickled a little!”

“A LITTLE?” Ranboo looked over at Wilbur. “That was way more than a little! I swear to god if we weren’t in public I would so-“ They went on a somewhat small rant about how they would murder Wilbur, and the rest of the Sorry Boys just laughed as they listened.

Filming these videos was really, really fun.

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #sorry boys tickles #ler!wilbur #ler!wilbursoot #implied lee!wilbur #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #lee!ranboo #lee!ranboolive #implied lee!phil #implied lee!charlie #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #sfw tickle fic

[yandere-kittee]

Heyyo. I just stumbled on to your page. I love love love it. Especially the yan jock. I had a request because I don't really see this specific type of dynamic, it's usually the opposite. I was wondering if you could write Younger yan and older darling. Maybe 21 y/o yan and 32-36 y/o darling (honestly, make her as old as u want. The older the better, I just particularly just like this age range)? And darling keeps rejecting Younger yan because 1) she feels that college guys are immature and 2) she feels creepy and weird about the age gap. But younger yan doesn't care about the age gap. And I was thinking maybe u can make older darling a sweet but firm lady. Honestly u can do whatever with older darling personality. But I want younger yan to be a clingy obsessive little shit with way to much ego, who in reality got mommy issues and cry's way to easily at the thought of abandonment and rejection. That's my request, I've seen way to many younger darling and old yan and I honestly wondered what it would be like with the ages switched.

Anyways. Thank you for your time! I have more unconventional yan x darling dynamics. Let me know if you'd like to hear them! Hope you have a great day!!

First of all, ily.

Second of all, thank you for this, and honestly? Feel free to just drop by my inbox and request anything you like.

So here we go!

College student!yan xFem!Older!Darling.

🌷A/n: I don't know if making the darling a milf would be okay, so I might actually post a seperate fic for that, so let me know if you would actually like to see that, but thank you for getting me out of my writing slump.

🌷warnings: yandere behavior, clingy yandere, age gap (like about 10 years) Yan is 22 while Darling is in her mind 30s, mommy issues.

You honestly didn't know how this happened, you were just minding your own business, but it seems your younger neighbor didn't knew what the sense of proper boundaries were considering how he's always trying to cling around you.

It all started when you were on your way to your apartment when you spotted, College student!Yan, who seemed to have gotten himself locked out of his apartment and he didn't know anyone else he could turn to.

Feeling bad for the boy, you offered him some cheesecake at your apartment till he gets his situation fixed, when he entered your apartment, he didn't expect the warmth and cozy vibes he got, the apartment wasn't grandiose but it's definitely different compared to the apartment that he lives in with his mother.

You made sure that he was okay and that he wasn't alone when he's locked out of his own home, making sure that he wasn't feeling sad or lonely.

So you could honestly guess that's where it really started, because after that, he was hanging around your apartment waiting for you to come out or come home, and for some reason, he soon later finds out where you work, to which he passes off as a coincidence, but that gives him a chance to spend more time with you.

You honestly thought it was cute at first, thinking that maybe he was just trying to find companionship with you, but the more you thought about it, the more you thought that he definitely wanted more than just companionship with the way he looked at you and the way he always seemed to wait for you, no matter how busy he got with his projects or homework.

You didn't want to be mean, so you just decided to brush it off and let him be, you even invite him to your home at times to try out some new pastry that you cooked up, you even let him help sometimes, but you start to think he's not cutout for baking when he continuously spills ingredients on you, sometimes licking them off of your skin casually.

"It's sweet!"

He would exclaim as he continued to lick your skin, even when there's nothing there anymore.

But there are sweet moments! When you guys would be out together in the park nearby taking a stroll, (you honestly just wanted to take a nap but you couldn't resist that pout of his) and since the two of you had gotten closer...Don't be fooled, he's just trying desperately hard to worm his way into your life

He opens up about his life, his dead father and absent mother, who's too busy working and going out to pay attention to her only son, who tries his best in his academics to be able to get his mother's attention.

But that's all fine now! Because he has you in his life, and there's no way you're leaving now, right?

...Shit.

🌷this is isn't proofread or edited since I was letting all those creative juices flow and I am just UGH this is why I'm a write people!! To make pathetic and clingy boys!!!!

Anyways, again, feel free to request me anything, may it be about existing yans in my masterlist or ideas that you want me to write!!

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere blog #yandere x reader #original character #yandere oc x reader #male yandere

[hurtspideyparker]

Hi, if it’s not too much trouble could you please share some songs you think are Peter Parker coded? No pressure of course, thank you

HOW DID U KNOW I MADE A PETER PARKER PLAYLIST LITERALLY THIS WEEK?

I'll give out the link, it's based on MCU Peter and is vaguely chronological. Heavy on the angst soz. Also I don't have a super broad or unique music taste but I tried my best !

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0IeIl3Kj7L1hFoyyTIR21P?si=PkQ3NKseS0eL-sVyUFI5qA

Some specific thoughts on each song and how they relate to Peter if interested:

Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown - civil war Peter. just a crazy little guy, absolutely bonkers baby boy kicking super soldier ass.

all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo - homecoming Peter expected to be this tidy neighborhood hero for Tony but he's young and stupid and eager for action.

tolerate it by Taylor Swift - Homecoming Tony and Peter. Peter idolizing Tony and doing everything he can to prove himself and catch his mentor's attention, while Tony barely pays attention to him. "You're so much older and wiser and I, wait by the door like I'm just a kid" "I made you my temple, my mural my sky, now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life".

Reflections by The Neighborhood - same theme as tolerate it. "tried to put it out for you to get, could've should've but you never did" - Peter trying to warn Tony about what's going on but Tony not listening. Bonus "I see my reflection in your eyes" (I just wanted to be like you!).

Rose-Colored Boy by Paramore - Peter being this young optimistic hero, slowly losing that spark.

clementine by Halsey - general childish, stubborn Peter attitude. "I don't need anyone! I don't need anyone! I just need everyone and then some."

brutal by Olivia Rodrigo - Peter trying his best and losing so much of his normal teenage life to be the hero everyone demands, but he's never good enough.

All These Things That I've Done by The Killers - Peter coming to terms with the chaos and danger he causes others, begging for a mentor or a helping hand because he's in way over his head. "yeah you know you gotta help me out, oh don't you put me on the back burner" is so Tony coded in Homecoming. "I've got soul but I'm not a soldier" Peter has heart but he's only a hero by chance, he didn't ask for the fight.

this is me trying by Taylor Swift - Far From Home Peter reliving all his mistakes and thinking of the people he's nearly gotten killed, Fury berating him, telling Happy how he messed up. Him thinking about Tony a lot, and how he's failing to be the next Iron Man.

Gold Rush by Taylor Swift - this just makes me think about how enamouring and beautiful Peter is.

Social Cues by Cage The Elephant - Far From Home Peter. Literally that scene where Peter gets overwhelmed by the reporters, pressured and frazzled by the expectations of being the new biggest hero. Shy little guy in his Iron Spider suit.

Idle Worship by Paramore - Fury and so many others expecting the world of Peter when he's still just a kid who's expertise is stopping bike thiefs and helping elders cross the street. They set him so high on this pedestal that when he falls the impact will be so much harder.

The Kids Are All Dying by FINNEAS - Everyone turning against Peter because of Mysterio's lies. Peter frustrated they're so focused on him, just a kid who's trying to do good, that they're blind to the real problems. Everyone is so gullible and maybe Peter is second guessing being a hero considering how angry everyone is at him for it.

Figure 8 by Paramore - "all for your sake, became the very thing that I hate, I lost my way" this song is Peter's frustration at Mysterio and shield in general, how they took him and forced him to be someone he wasn't and how it backfired "I was only being kind but you mistook me for weak" Peter is far more trusting and forgiving than most, but once he's mad... his true strength shows.

Would've, Could've, Should've by Taylor Swift - Peter regretting trusting Beck. "If I was a child did it matter, if you got to wash your hands" Beck doesn't care that Peter is an innocent kid in this, only cares about his goal and hatred for Tony. "but lord you made me feel important, and then you tried to erase us" Beck made him feel seen and special in a time where no one else was (Peter had low self esteem and was easy to manipulate).

Why by Derivakat - another Beck and Peter angst theme (Mysterio is my fave villain sorry lol) "look at what you've done, is this what you call glory? do you still believe you're the hero of your story?" Beck has caused so much suffering just because of his grudge against a dead man. "you act like a judge enforcing your personal grudge. am I to pay for this war you've raised?" Beck admits that Peter is an innocent chest pawn in all this, and still Peter ends up losing the most.

Daylight by Taylor Swift - Peter and MJ anthem 🥺 finally seeing the great thing that has been right in front of him all along. Also- "I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked" hurting his friends because he trusted Mysterio. "Clearing the air I breathed in the smoke" Peter clearing his name from what Beck did to protect his friends, but he ended up poisoning himself (No Way Home ending).

because i liked a boy by Sabrina Carpenter - all because Peter trusted Beck he nearly destroyed the planet and then he lost everyone he loves. "now I'm a homewrecker I'm a slut, I got death threats filling up semi trucks. tell who I am, guess I don't have a choice. All because I liked a boy" change homewrecker and slut into menace and murderer and it's just like what the media is saying, sending Spider-Man constant hate and telling him who he is, and all is happening because Peter trusted Beck and gave him the power of EDITH.

What I'm Becoming by Cage The Elephant - Peter and May :(. "I'm so sorry honey, for what I'm becoming. Everything you wanted, seems so far from me. never meant to hurt you no, never meant to make you cry" May wanted Peter to be selfless and kind, to vouch for second chances even for criminals and villains. Now Peter is the one trying to take Green Goblin's life because he got May killed, and deep down he knows May would be disappointed.

my tears ricochet by Taylor Swift - No Way Home final battle and saying goodbyes. "you wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me... cause when I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave, and if I'm dead to you why are you at the wake. cursing my name, wishing I stayed, look at how my tears ricochet" MJ still wearing the necklace after forgetting. Desperate and making Peter promise he'll get her to remember, sharing tears. They're all haunted by someone they used to know. "I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want just not home" is of course Peter being a free man but at the cost of losing everything he called home.

R.I.P. 2 My Youth by The Neighborhood - basically Peter losing all of his mentor's and support system, leaving school and getting a place of his own - the end to his youth. He steps fully into his role as Spider-Man and with it Peter Parker, the sweet naive kid he was, has died.

Making the Bed by Olivia Rodrigo - "push away all the people who know me the best, but it's me who's been making the bed". Even though it was Peter's decision to erase his name and protect the people he cared about, he hates going back to that dingey apartment all alone each day. "another thing I ruined, I used to do for fun" is about how bittersweet being Spidey is now.

Cigarette Daydreams by Cage The Elephant - "cigarette daydream, you were only seventeen. So sweet with a mean streak" this song's vibes are sweet boy beaten down, still trying to remain gentle in the face of violence :( Peter looking for reasons to remain good while everything crumbles around him.

Your Best American Girl by Mitski - "you have so much to do, but I have nothing head of me" Peter to his friends. He knew being Spider-Man he'd never have a normal life, so he decided to let them go instead of dragging them down with him. "you're the one, you're all I ever wanted I think I'll regret this" is Peter in that coffee shop making the final decision to leave them.

Happy Now? by FINNEAS - Peter's journey as Spider-Man, a post No Way Home Peter reminiscing about his career. I love the line "always such an anxious child, never wild, always worrying". Makes me think about homecoming Peter and how he was giving up all his clubs and time with his friends to be a superhero just because he felt a responsibility (civil war Peter telling Tony why he does this speech).

The Plan (Fuck Jobs) by The Front Bottoms - sardonic Peter, bitter and sarcastic post No Way Home. Him vs. the daily bugle, a broke and mentally unstable young adult. Comic Peter vibes.

Ya'burnee by Halsey - Peter thinking about MJ and how badly he wants to confess to her again who he is and why he loves her. They had so little time to be a couple together, immediately sweeped into a media circus and having their lives endangered time and time again. This song is just a Peter Parker open heart surgery.

I miss you, I'm sorry by Gracie Abrams - bittersweet anthem to Peter MJ and Ned ending their friendship. "nothing happened in the way I wanted... I don't want go think I'll make it worse, everything I know brings me back to us" :(

Matilda by Harry Styles - "you talk of the pain like it's all alright, but I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside" Peter is such an optimist. He left that coffee shop with a smile for his friends getting into MIT, but he doesn't allow himself to feel grief for that life he was supposed to have too. I think he deserves to feel his sadness and understand it wasn't his fault, that nothing is wrong with him. "you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up/for doing it on your own" I hope he doesn't regret his choices, and that things will get better for him.

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Hello, hope you are having a lovely day so far!

I just stumbled by your account lol and I wanted to request if your okay of course!

Male reader x Cassidy!

The male reader is Mercy’s younger brother! One day Mercy decided to take her young brother to meet the team and see her work basically. The male reader is very shy and doesn't like socializing unless he's comfortable with them! Ofc has glasses lol! He gets along with everyone especially with the girls lol since they enjoy his presence and how adorable and nice he is like his big sister, Mercy! Incoming Cassidy having the biggest crush on her little brother loving every part of him especially his personality. Everyone knows that the Cowboy is down bad for Mercy's little brother, and mercy gets protective ofc her being the big sister. Overall, just Cassidy trying to prove to Mercy that his capable of protecting her brother and loving him!!!!💌

Again you don't have to do this request, good day!💌🪴🫧

he is so babygirl how could u nit like a cowboy especially a love struck cowboy!! || THANK U FOR REQUESTING sometimes it takes me a little to process stuff so dont think im ignoring u when i dont respond right away!?!?! i was just so overwhelmed with joy when people requested !!! ALSO HEADS UP for this im just gonna put y/n with white hair cus hes mercys brother u can imagine him with other colours if u want also NOT LIMITED TO SPECIFIC HAIR TYPES ALL MALE READERS ARE WELCOME!

"Do I really have to go?" Y/N sighed and frowned slightly. "What if they don't like me.." Mercy shook her head and smiled at him hoping it would cheer Y/N up. "Trust me, they'll love you (n/n)!" She gently grabbed her brothers hand and held it close. "And if they don't I'll make sure to take care of them, okay?" Mercy said, earning a chuckle from her brother. "Alright, Alright. Fine." Y/N sighed in defeat.

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THE HEADQUARTERS

Mercy walked in and held Y/N by her side, Y/N was swallowing hard what if the team didn't like him. And what if Mercy wasn't there to protect him all of the time? That would be insane, Mercy almost never leaves him. Until she has to go work of course, this was one of the main reasons Mercy offered to take him to the headquarters, so they didn't have to be separated. When the doors closed behind them everyone made an immediate glance towards them. Y/N tried to choke down all of his nervousness.

"Hey everyone!" Mercy smiled. Y/N could already tell Mercy was most of everyone's favorite. How could she not? She's really friendly and sociable. D.Va was the first to approach him. "You're such a cutie! Almost as cute as me!" She pinched his cheek as some of the other women started to surround him, he felt sweat start to form on his face as he got a little anxious.

Cassidy was watching back from the corner, he was sitting in his chair with his arms crossed. So what if he's Mercy's brother? Doesn't make him better than anybody else. He thought to himself, laying his fist against his cheek. He watched Y/N's every move as he bit his lip slightly. For some reason it was making him quite angry that so many.. women were surrounding Y/N, he didn't know why it just did. Mccree stood up and cleared his throat a bit loud, gaining the attention of everyone. "Seems like the new guy would like some space.. isn't that right, sugar?"

Y/N felt his eyes widen a little. Is he talking to me?! He blushed a lot and nodded slightly. "I..I guess it would be nice to have some space to myself.." He adjusted his glasses a little. Cassidy motioned Y/N to come sit by him and he easily obeyed, Y/N sat down next to the cowboy and sat there a bit awkwardly. Mercy raised an eyebrow and looked over at the two. "Hmm." He never seemed interested when I talked about my brother, I wonder what his deal is? "Mccree." She semi-yelled at him and crossed his arms.

"Yeah?" Cassidy chuckled and started to stand, he looked down at Y/N. "We'll continue this in a bit, sugar." He looked back over at Mercy and walked up to her. Y/N was just confused. He knew nothing about this guy and he's just calling him pet names! But then it also seems he does it with everybody else.. So I guess he's not as special as he thought. Back to him and Mercy all Y/N could do was watch their face expressions and try to picture out what they could possibly be talking about. "What do you think you're doing with my brother?" Mercy hissed quietly, she obviously had a more rather angry look on her face. Y/N has never seen her angry. "What are you talking about, darling? I'm just trying to learn about him. Like everybody else." He smirked. "I told you to stop calling me those names! You're making this much worse than it should."

"So I can't talk to him but everyone else can? That doesn't seem fair." Mccree smirked obviously knowing that he's pissing her off. "I've seen what you done to the other people that you tried to 'talk to' my brother doesn't deserve that!" Mercy pushed him to the side and walked over to Y/N, she sat down in what was Cassidy's chair. "Y/N, do not talk to him, okay? He's nothing but bad news!" Y/N was a little confused but gave an unsure nod. I don't know what he said but it seemed to make her really upset.

Cassidy rolled his eyes and walked up to them. He crossed his arms and looked down at the siblings. "She doesn't know what the hell she's talking about! I wasn't trying to date those people.. they were just one night stands! Mercy thinks I'm trying to have a one night stand with you, sugar." Y/N felt his eyes widen a little and backed into his chair a little. One night stand? The hell is he talking about! "I.." Y/N was left speechless.. what was he supposed to say to that? "Nobody wants to hear about your one night stands!" Mercy hurried to stand and looked at the cowboy. "You want my brother bad, huh?" Mercy scowled him and grabbed him by his hair, she looked into his eyes. "You so much as look at him the wrong way you can go ahead and kiss your other arm goodbye." Thats the first time anyone has seen Mercy be so.. intimidating, everyone else was just sitting there;watching.

Y/N just sat there watching too, his mouth hanging open a little. He never knew his sister could be this formidable. "Alright, alright! Just let me go!" Cassidy tried to pull her hand away as a soft whimper left his lips. Mercy eventually let him go after a few more minutes of scolding and threatening him. Everyone was definitely going to tease him later for this. He sat back down next to Y/N as he tried to fix his hair a bit. "Y..You have feelings for me?" Y/N barely mumbled out looking into Cassidy's eyes, the cowboy nodded and crossed his arms. "Did you not see the conversation me and your sister just had?" They both chuckled. "Well.. I suppose having a little fun with you would hurt, cowboy." Y/N smiled.

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Reminisce

Emily Sonnet x Fem!Reader

Sorry this took so long. I couldn't put my thoughts into words lol. I also find ending fics really difficult so it might be a bit of an eh. Second part to WHAT?! I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

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“…How’d you guys get together?”

“It’s a really funny story actually…”

8 years ago

It’s your freshman year in the University of Virginia. Freshman orientations were tomorrow and to say you were nervous would be an understatement. None of your friends from high school would be attending the same university as you and didn’t keep in touch over the summer so it’s was a little nerve-racking to basically start a new life. That would be tomorrow’s problem.

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Sitting near the back of the auditorium, you made yourself comfortable while waiting for the orientation to start. Looking around, everyone was with their friends, catching up, making a very loud auditorium.

“Is anyone sitting here?” You turn to your left to see a blonde girl wearing some athletic wear with a snapback on her head.

“Uh, no, feel free to use it.”

“Thanks.”

After some introductions, they split everyone off into smaller groups with other people to learn more about your specific majors.  You just so happen to be in the same group as the girl that sat next to you.

“Guess you’re still stuck with me a bit more.”

“Guess so.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I’m Emily. It’s so very good to meet you.”

You just give her a small smile back. The whole tour, Emily would not stop making comments or jokes and that annoyed you so much, but somehow, you were intrigued with her. So, when the tour was over you said your goodbyes and quickly dashed to your apartment. 

You didn’t see her all that much the rest of the summer which was for a month. First day of school came around and you saw her again in your 10am class.

You were sitting at a seat towards the back of the classroom when you see someone walk towards your direction from the corner of your eye.

“Is anyone sitting here— hey it’s you from orientation.” 

“Hi and no you can sit there if you want.”

She turns to you after sitting down. “It’s so funny that we keep running into each other. Are you stalking me or something?”

“Maybe you’re the one stalking me, always getting to places after me and asking to sit next to me?”

“Huh, you’re right. Maybe we’re just meant to be.”

“Shut up.” You said, looking away, not wanting Emily to see your blushing cheeks.

After class, you quickly pack up all your stuff and head out the door. You hear someone running towards your direction, but think nothing of it as many people seem to be rushing, until you feel a hand on your shoulder. About to tell this person off, you realize who it was, you guessed it, it was Emily. 

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Emily.”

“Um, so, I wanted to ask you something and don’t feel like you have to agree l, but would you like to have lunch together?”

That question was not what you expected her to ask.

“Lunch?”

“Yeah? Don’t feel pressured to say yes or something. I-I just—”

“Sure.”

“Oh. That’s alri— wait! Sure?” Emily’s eyes lit up in surprise.

“Yeah, we can get lunch.”

“Cool, cool. Um, can I get your number so we can figure out where and when we’ll meet and stuff?” You take her phone and put in your number. She grabs it back and texts the number real quick. You hear a notification on your phone. “I gotta make sure that it was your number. Well I will catch you later. Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Emily.”

After getting lunch together, you and Emily have practically became inseparable. You both started to hang out more, go to college parties together, and you went to watch her games even though you knew nothing about soccer. You became her number one fan.

Towards the end of freshman year, you and Emily had lunch and is now walking around campus. She goes to sit under a tree and lays out her jacket on the grass next to her telling you to sit. She’s always been a big gentlewoman. Once you’re seated next to her, she grabs your closest hand.

“Uh, so, I don’t really know how to start this, but I just really wanna get it out of my chest.” She started to fidget and play with your fingers, you finding it cute how she’s nervous. “I like you. I-I really really like you. You’ve got me hooked the second I asked to sit next to you during freshman orientation and I liked to think that all the times we went out were dates and not like friend dates but romantic dates. And I hope you feel the same way as I do cause if you don’t then this is just really really embar—” She stops her rambling when she feels lips placed upon her own.

You kissed her. You were kissing her and she froze, not believing what was happening. When she feels you pulling away, she places her hand on both sides of your face and guides you back to her, kissing back.

“Woah.” It was all that came out of Emily’s mouth once you both pulled away. “Better than I’ve imagined.”

“You’ve imagined kissing me?” You smirked.

“Uh-uh, among other things.”

“What other things.”

“That you were my girlfriend.”

“Hmm. Your girlfriend huh?”

“Could you- would you… be my girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

With that, she grabs your face, pulling you in to kiss you again.

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“And Sonnet still talks a lot.”

“Shut up.” Emily whined, hiding her face in the crook of your neck. 

“Aww. She’s all shy and blushy.”

“Alright. Alright.” Ashlyn interrupts. “That was cute and all, but this is the real important question. What are your intentions with our dear friend Sonnet?”

“Of course to love and cherish her, like I said in our vows, but to also make sure she buys me all my cravings for the next couple of months.”

“Good. Good.”

“WAIT, WHAT?!” Emily shouts, standing up from her seat.

“Shh. Too loud babe.”

“Sorry. But you’re pregnant?” She whisper-yells. You nod. “Oh my god! Finally!” She kisses you.

You guys have been trying for a couple months to get pregnant and it finally happened. This was all Emily wanted the very first time she laid eyes on you. She finally has it.

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