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kisseobie · 28 days

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Hello🫣🫣 may I request p1harmony reaction to you wearing something short/revealing when going out clubbing? Thank youuu☺️☺️

p1harmony reacting to you wearing revealing clothes

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: suggestive

tags: established relationships, clingy piwon, the boys are.. boys, clubbing, drinking (aged up for seobsoul), non idol au

a/n: it’s funny bc i was JUST reading an exact post like this a few minutes ago so anon if u were the same person who sent @ntoniac a request for the same thing i hope i can do it justice bc hers had me giggling and kicking my feet .. ANYWAYS! once again i apologize for slow updates i unfortunately am a student amidst a depressive episode soooooo it takes me a bit longer to write :( i hope u all can understand

𖧷 keeho

is honestly so cheesed. the type to insist to take pictures of you on his phone before you two actually make your way out, already mentally planning out which photo he’s gonna use in his next photo dump. is always super grabby with his hands, but its somehow amplified tonight. constantly has his arm lazily perched on your shoulder, and he often whispers cute little compliments into your ear every now and then. doesn’t really mind when people approach you to talk to you, doesn’t even necessarily care when said people make quick glances at your cleavage and the short length of your skirt. you two have an immense level of trust in your relationship, so he’s not one to feel insecure when people admire his girl. i can see kyo as the type to drag you onto the dance floor too, just so he can spin you around and feel your ass rub against the frontside of his jeans. eventually does end up posting those photos he took of you earlier on instagram, but not without captioning it something like “that’s all me”

𖧷 theo

doesn’t care about how short and tight your mini dress is, just wants it off of you by the end of the night. when you first skipped into the living room, beaming as you showed off your outfit of choice to him, theo had to hold himself back from kissing you silly. just like keeho, the simple concept of his girlfriend wearing a revealing outfit doesn’t make him super possessive, but he does make himself known to onlookers as your boyfriend in other ways, whether that be holding your drink and purse for you without you even asking him to, or sneaking up behind you to pepper kisses along your neck when your in the middle of conversation with someone. he makes his presence known but also wants to ensure that you have a carefree, enjoyable night without feeling like you have to tend to your boyfriend the entire time. taeyang definitely does admire your cleavage when he gets the chance too though, shamelessly stares at your chest and just giggles in reply when you scold him for doing so… loves to flirt with you even more than he usually does tbh

𖧷 jiung

is the overly possessive boyfriend that will whine and beg you to change. in reality, he doesn’t actually expect you to change your outfit, but lets you know (whilst pouting) that although you look hot and he wants to devour you, he also is very nervous about the unwanted attention you might get. it’s not a bad thing really! jiung just wants to be the only man that gets to see you in such a tiny top. although he might complain at first, you don’t miss the obvious blush on his face, silently signaling to you that he secretly loves when you dress this way. he’s not a very touchy person, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t interlock your fingers the entire night, even giving your hand gentle squeezes when you give someone else a little too much attention for his liking. glares at anyone who might whistle at you or even just look in your general vicinity for a bit too long. quickly shuts down offers himself from other guys that have the balls to ask you to dance. yeah, your not being let out of his sight looking that good. he’s just obsessed with you and wants you all to himself, sorry!

𖧷 intak

actually is the one who helps you pick out your outfit! tak himself wants to spend the night out showing off his beautiful girlfriend so he purposely convinces you to wear the shortest denim skirt you own, paired with an equally revealing spaghetti strap crop top. comes up behind you when your adjusting your outfit in the mirror to wrap his arms around your waist and perch his chin on your right shoulder, shooting down any concerns you might have about your outfit being kind of “whorish” (your words, not his!). is your personal hype man. you look good and he’s gonna make you feel good. loves to watch you on the dance floor from a nearby barstool, having the time of your life with your friends. after you’ve tired yourself out, you walk towards him to join him at the bar and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to eye your entire body from top to bottom and let out an obnoxious whistle. he’s sooooo sweet frat boy coded… definitely asks if he can take a body shot off of you whilst winking and you just roll your eyes in response. when he ends up drunk out of his mind and you have to drag him inside your shared cab, he’s mumbling the sweetest praises to you before he falls asleep against your shoulder

𖧷 soul

doesn’t really have much to say, but his body language speaks for itself. like most of piwon, his possessiveness is at a minimum, and like intak, he loves when you feel confident enough to dress this way. maybe it’s the introvert in him, but he lives vicariously through your bold outfit choices. loves to give you kisses on your exposed collarbone as he smoothens out a crease on your silk skirt. he also loves the way your stomach peeks out of your cropped top, and he holds onto your waist when kissing you to circle his thumbs on the area. stares at you lovingly the entire night, and doesn’t falter when your eyes meet every now and then. he comes up to you towards the end of the night and whispers into your ear about how he thinks you look so pretty and that he loves this outfit. you definitely end up seeing a more vocal side of him when the alcohol kicks in, and you swoon at how lovey dovey his words are. he just wants you to feel pretty and confident and he ends up succeeding in proving that to you! makes really bad attempts at flirting which ends up in the pair of you laughing your asses off. overall shota makes you feel beautiful and you make mental notes to bring him out wearing revealing clothes more often

𖧷 jongseob

djsjdkajdjsj i have to write my boyfriend as clingy as possible. he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to sit on the end of your bed, aimlessly scrolling on his phone and taking little peeks at you every now and then while your doing your makeup on your vanity. when you finish your makeup and go to your closet to change into the tiny little dress you’ve chosen for the evening, you’re honestly a bit nervous as to how your boyfriend will react to how bodycon and short the attire is, but you look and feel hot and that encourages you to step out in front of him. he notices your presence right away and looks up at your face, then chest, then thighs, and then turns off and tucks his phone into his back pocket and grabs at you to sit on his lap. gives you the sweetest kiss imaginable and pulls away to look at you with disbelief. asks you something along the lines of “how did i get so lucky?” and his hands run all over the material of your dress. his boldness is new but very welcome and he spends a good while complimenting you, asking you where you bought this dress, and playing with your hair with a smug grin on his face. gets soooo excited to take you out and wastes no time in calling an uber so he can show you off to the world. feels like he’s on cloud 9!

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jinkicake · 2 years

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Somebody’s Watching Me

What happens when you ignore him after a fight (#groveling).

Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader

Kaeya Alberich x Reader

Xiao x Reader

A/N: I actually wrote this back in July bc i wanted angst and tension and I meant to post it then but I didn’t have the balls to (still dont but--)... it took me three hours to write less than 3k.... im not who i used to be its so- whateverrrrr,,, as always more of my thoughts are after the tags kekeke, can you tell i still adore angst?

WC - around 2.7K

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Diluc R.

Baby daddy Diluc would love to give you space after a disagreement but, he can’t. He finds himself distracted with everything and anything, nothing can get done when you’re upset with him. Without your forgiveness, he becomes a lost soul! He follows you around like a kicked puppy, he can’t help it! Listen, this man is protective as shit and refuses to be in your bad graces. He’ll do anything to make it up to you, even giving you space if you really want it (although that is the last thing he wants). If you ignore him for too long tho, he might just melt into a puddle of goo and wipe out!

“My love, please-”

“No, Dliuc!” You push away his gloved hand being held out to you, the one that so desperately yearns to cup your cheek, you scoff at it. You scoff at him and Diluc feels his heart aching deep in his chest. “You might not think much of it but, I do. Leave me alone.”

The words harshly slap against him, leaving the man speechless as he pathetically opens and closes his mouth to say anything to get you back. His feet feel as if they’re made out of stone and he knows that no weight could ever keep him from running to you but, now, with the hurt on your face; he feels too ashamed to do anything but watch you storm out of the Winery.

He didn’t know that a snide comment about his brother would snowball into this, you and your unmoving anger.

You’re just so stubborn, so beautiful, that it makes him want to tug at his fiery roots until he yanks his hair out. Diluc knows he said the wrong thing, that maybe talking so lowly of someone you consider a dear friend wasn’t the right thing to do but, he simply could not help it.

Because Diluc watches whenever you step into his field of vision, makes sure to keep you within a safe distance beside him so then he feels comfortable enough to carry on with whatever he was doing.

The same thing happened earlier in the night, everything was fine after his usual scan of the room, but then he heard your laugh. Your charming laugh, one that he thought was reserved for him was instead being spoiled by his brother. It’s a miracle the glass he was drying in his hand didn’t shatter at that moment. Diluc is more than aware of your close friendship with Kaeya, he knows of all the commissions the two of you share and he hates it. Your relationship irks him in a way that he can’t comprehend and he’s aware that he needs to fix that. Fix his jealousy. However, it’s clearly taking much longer than he thought.

Instead of worrying, Diluc focuses on organizing the newly cleaned glasses he left after dinner. One by one, he sets them up perfectly on the shelf before carefully placing each napkin in its rightful stack. It’s become his ritual of cleaning the Winery each night. But, now he’s just distracting himself from the inevitable feeling that has already begun to set in. A mix of worry and guilt, inevitably overpowered by rejection.

His strong fingers thump against the clean dining table and for a moment, Diluc distracts himself from the one thing he wants most. You. It’s a distraction short-lived because he cracks a single finger before making his way deep into the office. Perhaps his paperwork will give him a large enough headache to distract him once more.

The numbing pain building in his temple is nothing compared to the hollow ache blooming in his chest. The mundane task works, the countless amount of numbers he checks over and over again do their job until he hears the gentle sound of the door opening. For a moment, he thinks he may have imagined it but then he hears your footsteps and Diluc is out of his chair and pushing the door out of his way to meet you.

Even if you glance at him and ignore him, walking further up the stairs to create more distance, Diluc already feels the ache starting to soothe over. He follows you after you, keeping a safe amount of paces behind you. Quietly, he moves as if you won’t be able to notice his six-foot frame doing so.

“Beloved,” He starts and you greet him with the bedroom door closing in his face. The action causes a small smile to appear on his face, but Diluc quickly shakes it away. “please,”

It’s nearing midnight and neither of you has time for this. The last thing Diluc wants is you going to sleep upset with him.

He sighs softly before following you into the bathroom, the man feels ashamed and it burns brightly in his chest,

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs against your neck, slowly breathing in the alluring scent entangled with your hair. “please forgive me.” In his own selfish way, a side he can only show towards you, he doesn’t really give you a choice. Diluc’s strong, muscular arms are wrapped around your waist and holding onto you so tightly. You couldn’t get away from him now without a fight. “I’m working on… my jealousy. Darling, please.”

Even you have to admit how hard it is to deny Diluc when he is begging so earnestly.

You lightly place your hand on top of his own, squeezing him gently before glancing back to place a gentle kiss on his jaw. He sighs with relief.

“I won’t forgive you so easily next time.”

“I know. I will hold you to it.”

Kaeya A.

Kaeya, my forever #1 in this game, would need space after a heavy disagreement. If you walk one way then he will walk in the other direction until he cools off. However, it usually takes him about ten meters before he realizes that he should escort you wherever you’re going so he just follows while silently stewing in his own anger. Kaeya doesn’t show it, he never does because he doesn’t want to displease you but, his upset feelings are there. But, he loves you and would kiss the ground that you walk on to prove it to you.

“Fine then.”

“Fine!” You shriek, and how it got to this, Kaeya isn’t really sure. He watches as you turn away and walk towards the entrance of Mondstadt, his stare lingers for a few moments before he heads towards the cathedral. The two of you always know how to make a scene, even when no one is around and it is late into the evening and all the shops around have closed. He finds that to be a good thing, he didn’t want an audience tonight. Not like this anyway.

His blood is still rushing through his veins, he can hear his heart thumping in his ears. He can still recall the fire burning in your eyes and the distinct way that your hands trembled by your sides every time either of your voices got louder. The captain feels guilty above anything else, anger is still there but he knows it’s an emotion that will fade away quickly.

“Damn it, (Y/N),” Kaeya sighs before tilting his head back, giving himself the view of the starry sky. You always did love the night sky. He knows what he said was wrong, that maybe he shouldn’t have insinuated that you needed support on such a lowly ranked mission but, he couldn’t help it. Kaeya does not like to take chances with you and he would rather underestimate you than overestimate, even if that makes you burn brighter in fury than his brother’s hair.

He just didn’t expect you to get so angry, he thought that maybe you would understand and take it down a notch. Kaeya can’t stand to see you get hurt, to find you fighting multiple monsters all by yourself at once. There’s nothing in this world that could save him if something happened to you, why don’t you get that?

Any unresolved anger gets put on the back burner of his mind, Kaeya decides to make it his priority to look for you. He’ll be damned if you don’t want to be found.

“Stubborn ass,” He murmurs as he heads out the gates, there are a number of places that you could be. Kaeya finds himself so focused, consumed with this one thing he wants so badly, that he doesn’t even blink as he passes the darknight hero.

The redhead beside him lets out a noise that is somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

“(Y/N),” Kaeya calls when he sees you on the other side of the bridge outside the walls of Mondstadt, feet hanging off of the side while you stare at the ducks in the lake below. He sounds playful and that instantly causes your face to sour. Your lips purse at his voice, eyebrows furrowing together, you merely blink at Kaeya before turning your attention back to the water. “don’t ignore me, sweetest.”

In a way, Kaeya is still trying to level his own anger. He’s still processing the effects of your previous conflict while balancing your current conversation. It takes him a moment or two to find the right footing.

“What’s got you bothered, babe?” He sits down beside you very close to the point that there are mere centimeters that keep your thighs from touching. You look at him with a blank expression but Kaeya can see the irritation embedded in your features. “Oh?” He sounds amused when you ignore him once more but, that could be further from the truth. Kaeya is neither entertained nor delighted by this, no, he’s pissed. “Come on, talk to me,” He urges again and this time, he wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. “you wound me, (Y/N).”

“You wound me!” You finally snap at him, eyes filled with a rage that clearly hasn’t left you from before. “You think I’m weak!”

“I do not, my darling. I just think you need some extra help whenever I can’t join you.” Kaeya’s words do little to soothe your anger, in fact, you just become more irritated. You attempt to push yourself up, to stand up and walk away from him but the captain pulls you tightly into his chest. “You’re not running away from me again~” Had you not been so upset you would have caved in at his honeyed words, taking a rest in his strong arms. “I just want you to stay safe, you get that, don’t you?”

Some part of you can understand that.

“I’m sorry if I had upset you, sweetest, but I want to make sure nothing happens to you.” Almost as if he is trying to emphasize his words, Kaeya’s arms squeeze around you tightly. “Please let me protect you,”

“I can protect you too, okay?” You stubbornly stare at him and the challenge that rests within your eyes makes his heart flutter. “and myself.”

“Do you promise me?” Kaeya dips his head down, brushing his lips over yours.

“I promise.”

And he seals that with a kiss.

Xiao

If, for some reason, you end up in a disagreement with Xiao and you tell him to politely ‘fuck off’; he will respect your wishes. Xiao will respect it and you by keeping a safe distance of 50 meters between the two of you. Sorry to say this (teehee not really) but the adeptus will not let you out of his sight. He makes it his duty to protect you so when he ends up being the one that hurts you, he works tenfold to make up for it. Quietly, he will follow until you’re ready to come back and talk with him once more.

“Leave me alone, Xiao.” You didn’t have to even look over your shoulder to tell he was there. Still, you frown when you see your boyfriend behind you perched on the top of a large rock. Irritation blooms in your chest and you hastily try to swallow it down by taking a few more steps down the dirt path.

“Okay.” His voice is soft, almost as it if he speaks it like a promise. You sigh out in relief, feeling a weight lifting off of your shoulders because sometimes you just need space. But then he appears on another boulder in front of you, teleporting, and it almost feels as if he is mocking you.

Xiao watches you carefully, he doesn’t let his amber eyes leave your sight for even a second as you continue to aimlessly walk through the Bishui plain. Had you not known him so well, you would have thought he was angry. His face is hard as his hollow eyes stare and stare to make sure you feel his presence all around you.

This is a normal Xiao. Protective and kind, always worrying about you almost more than needed. No amount of arguing or convincing could get him to see that you’re fine without him hovering around you every second of every day. The mere thought makes you wince and ache blooms in your chest at the harsh words spat between the two of you earlier in the evening.

You shouldn’t have called him obsessive and paranoid.

He shouldn’t have called you weak and helpless.

Carefully, you glance over your shoulder to look at him. Xiao looks lonely on the rock, he feels distant as his eyes wash over you. Almost to ask what’s wrong, he subtly tilts his head.

You’re not ready to give in, not yet. You keep walking, ignoring the gentle breeze of air transporting around you until you reach a familiar rock.

The earthly object is not hard to climb, it sits low enough that you can place yourself on it without any work. It provides such a pretty view of the plains, and the gentle green and yellow accents never fail to provide you with comfort and a sense of stability.

Xiao lets you have your breath of air, he watches as you stare longingly at the scene in front of you. He doesn’t glance at it once, he’s meant to protect Liyue and will do so with his entire being when it comes down to it but-

But, something claws in his chest and urges him to protect you even more.

If you want space, he will give it to you. However, he will always see to it personally that you get home safely. His mortal treasure is more precious to him than duties.

He can only stand you angry at him for so long.

Xiao’s footsteps are silent, he moves so quietly that you don’t hear him but you always feel him when he is near. You know that he is now standing beside you, just a little behind so that he doesn’t impose on your view.

“Are you ready to forgive me?” Xiao, as much as he doesn’t know about mortal emotions, knows how this needs to go. He asks for forgiveness, you grant it to him then you’re not angry with him anymore. He sees the scene play out time and time again between couples at the Wangshuu inn, but he would never admit that he pays attention to them.

“Have you even apologized yet?” You glance back at him, brief judgment in your eyes but any of your fighting spirit had diminished hours ago.

“Oh,” Xiao quietly gasps, hiding the noise as he gently sits down next to you, he forgot about that part, didn’t he? “I apologize.”

“I’m sorry.”

You both blurt it out at the same time and a heavy air descends upon the two of you. Xiao shakes his head before tilting it away from you as he lets his eyes glance over rock to rock.

“You’re not weak.” His soft tone almost makes you melt and the quiet murmur makes your cheeks burst with heat. “I don’t want anything to ever happen to you. If you call for me, I will always be there.”

You smile, you smile at him and he feels the stiff heart in his chest thump.

“I know, Xiao.” His eyes widen as you rest your hand over his own, how can you be so kind and understanding? “I shouldn’t have called you those things, I didn’t mean it, I was just angry and took it out on you.” Xiao almost finds it hard to focus, your touch is so soft and your lips are so full underneath the moonlight. Oh, how can’t he kiss you at this moment? “I like my space but, only if you’re there to share it with me.”

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alicerosejensen · 6 months

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Find me

Warning: mention of blood, violence (physical and psychological), mention of viruses, parasites, zombies; kidnapping; the reader has a slight anemia; Fem/reader; established relationship with Leon.

Synopsis: You could have a quiet wedding and a good life with the person you love most in the world. Leon was ready to protect you to the death from his enemies and viruses but… it seems that someone is also interested in you. And the price for life will be very high.

A/N: The idea from this post that I wrote about quite a long time ago. "Together forever" I'm not very good at writing (apparently the Yandere theme is not mine, no matter how much I like it). So I'm going to try this plot. I don't know how many parts there will be, but if everything goes well, then probably a lot (maybe 10-12 or so). I hope someone likes it because I have serious notes on this work in my notebook, as if these are sketches for the 9th part of the resident).

Tags will be added to the following parts. I was very much inspired by the remaster and Haunting ground when I was taking notes. After all, both games were made by Capcom.

Feedback is welcome (but no insults!)

Sometimes the worst horror happens in the name of love. It's not the worst plot for books, films or paintings that are more than a hundred years old and it's impossible not to admit that sometimes we want to be loved until our death.

And maybe after it.

The words sound soft, with a slight taste of regret, as if somewhere between the letters there is a treacherous "I'm sorry". But in fact it was so predictable. Leon hugs you too tightly, experiencing an inexhaustible sense of guilt, because he promised to decide together where you will spend your honeymoon, which is unlikely to last exactly a month, he promised to watch a movie with you that you have been planning for a long time and… and everything went to hell.

Leon nuzzles your cheek and devoutly kisses you gently, leaving a wet trail with his eyes closed. Another sign of his eternal love, his lips are imprinted on the bridge of your nose, making you smile from the slight tickle caused by his stubble. He had no power over not being called to work for at least another week, but the government is not interested in the personal life of his best agent. And yet you enjoy the way he puts his arm around your waist, holding you as tightly as he can.

"Okay, Mr. Kennedy," you joke kindly, inhaling the almost faded scent of his cologne. "I forgive you, once again. Run to save the world" You smile looking into his crystal blue eyes filled with sadness and longing.

"I promise that I will ask the authorities for a good vacation," Leon swears very sensually, continuing to hold you tightly in his hands and look with those puppy eyes from which the soul is torn apart and kisses again this time on the forehead, "If necessary, I will harness Ingrit and no one will bother us. We'll plan everything the way you want, even if it's a tour of all the castles in Europe"

You laugh sincerely, removing the bangs from his face, hoping to stretch the moment of intimacy with him longer. It was so warm and safe next to him that you snuggled up to his chest and he gently cradled you in his arms like a child.

"Don't do anything stupid in my absence"

"I still need to do an exhibition and maybe I'll finally clean up the bookcase," you lie knowing full well that the books will still lie randomly on the shelves and you won't even touch them. Actually, your work was the only thing that could save you from the all-consuming longing for Leon.

"Be careful, okay?" with some hidden fear, he asks, reluctantly releasing you from the ring of embraces. "I'll call as soon as I get a free minute and I'll really be back soon"

Leon is already out on the street and you follow him with a sad look, noticing some dark car to the side. Rightly deciding that they came for him, you lower your head, sighing heavily and literally taken aback when Leon's lips abruptly cover yours with a demanding and somewhat rude kiss that you forget how to breathe. At some point you try to seize the initiative, but strong hands push you against the wall and you hit the back of your head a little painfully, allowing him to dominate. As always.

"I would eat you right here," Leon said sarcastically and quietly stroking your hips, "But I really have to go."

And you silently bite your lower lip while watching him move away from you and get on his bike.

Well, that cool car wasn't for him, but this thought quickly leaves your head and in the end, tired of standing on the street, you just go back into the house, closing the door, grabbing the phone and immediately sending him an impatient "I miss you already." However, this does not prevent you from also ordering food with home delivery and watching some movie to pass the evening that was hopelessly spoiled.

The evening really became disgusting, neither delicious food saved him, nor a good movie will save him.

"Complete shit" a quiet curse came off your lips when you looked at the phone screen for the hundredth time in the evening and endlessly reread Leon's last message "My love…" which seems to have been imbued with such despair that tears came to your eyes. He was like a big kid who couldn't live a day without you and besides, only with you his sleep was like a more or less healthy one. You were his only light and he wanted that light to stay with him forever. Well, you could send him a hundred more messages, but it's unlikely that he will have the opportunity to read them in the next few hours or even days. So with bitterness, you just turned off the TV and went to the bathroom to get ready for an earlier than usual sleep.

Hot water pleasantly calmed and warmed the skin flowing down the body. You spent 15 minutes in the shower, brushing your teeth and doing all the usual and favorite cosmetic procedures, smeared your body with a lotion with a pleasant floral scent, waiting for it to soak into pale skin. The mood even improved a little when you changed into pajamas and straightened the bed once more before putting your head on the pillow and looking at the phone.

Nothing.

There's no point blaming Leon or doubting his love. It wasn't up to him. Sometimes he was dragged out of bed late at night and you could not see him for weeks without even being able to talk on the phone for one minute. But when he returned, he turned into a puppy clinging to his beloved owner and covered your body with a lot of kisses, not letting you get out of bed. Not that you mind… You always miss him and worry about him.

Sighing, you turn over on your side, putting the phone on the bedside table and not seeing the desired message from your fiance. Therefore, grabbing Leon's pillow, the lungs are filled with his smell and instead of feeling his presence, you experience only a deep feeling tearing apart that makes your heart beat a little faster.

And closing your eyes, you reach for the switch, when suddenly for a second the phone quickly notifies you of a new message from the addressee next to whose name the heart turns red.

"Don't forget to take the pills that the doctor prescribed for you. I want this sickly pallor to disappear. Love you"

Well, smiling, you took a screenshot of the message for some reason, saving it in your gallery on your phone. After sending Leon the answer, you still remembered that you really forgot about those pills once again, but you didn't want to get up anymore, so you left this matter for the morning. Sighing once again, trying his luck in the hope that Leon would write something else, your mobile was treacherously silent while you were just flipping through the social media feed.networks thinking only about how dependent you are on this man. However, the same can be said about him. The phone went out, as did the light in the bedroom, and sleep slowly overtook your mind when you hugged else's pillow without hearing quiet footsteps in the next room. The uninvited guest, thanks to Leon, had to tinker a lot with the lock of the front door before he unlocked it, quietly closing it behind him so as not to attract your attention while you were in the shower. Merging with the surrounding darkness, it was necessary to wait for the right time and prepare the syringe so that everything went as it should and the target was quietly neutralized without attracting the attention of neighbors.

The order was well paid and the fact that Leon left the house on that day was only to his advantage. After all, a government agent can ruin everything and getting rid of him threatened big problems that were not needed by anyone, but who will remember about his pretty bride, about whom he will probably quickly forget everything himself? The unknown person only needed to stick a pomeranian, inject the substance and quietly take the target out of the house by throwing a fake note with a handwriting similar to yours that you and Leon do not see the future for yourself. Pick up a few personal items and throw them in the nearest trash as proof of the truthful departure of the unfaithful bride.

Not the worst plan, especially since Leon Kennedy will think about your disappearance and how natural it is, no one really cares. Even if he suspects this ill-conceived plan, by that time you will be too far away from here anyway.

The problem was solved by itself because you are a simple art worker did not pose any threat even if you tried to resist. One step, two… the blessed victim will not suspect anything until the very moment when someone else's hand in a black glove closes her mouth and sticks a needle into her body. You fall asleep without suspecting anything, somehow reflexively reaching to the left side where Leon usually sleeps with his back to the bedroom door.

You are separated by literally a few meters from each other before one inept movement spoils everything.

The sound of falling books that Leon has been asking you to arrange exactly for so long makes you open your eyes by squeezing the pillowcase of the pillow and the "guest" freeze without touching the door handle. However, you felt a gaze on you that did not let you be deceived that someone had entered the house.

In Leon's bedside table there is a 9mm pistol fully loaded. It's not that you were very accurate, but Leon took you to a place as entertainment, where you trained shooting at targets under the watchful eye.

"not the worst result for a beginner," he said condescendingly so as not to upset you, but it was fun even if the gun was real.

Except now there are no jokes! You heard another step towards your side and held your breath, gathering strength for a jerk to pull out the gun and remove it from the safety. From fear, the heart beat faster, causing the blood to roar in your ears and before the intruder's hand landed on your face, you abruptly rolled to the left side of the bed, throwing a pillow at the person standing over you, winning for yourself a couple of seconds from his confusion.

Jumping to your feet, you quickly grabbed the gun pointing it at the man with trembling hands, removing it from the safety.

"Your own life is more expensive," you thought when a man of impressive size in a mask stood a meter away from you without a weapon, because his goal is to deliver you alive because you will not be of any use dead.

You held his floor at gunpoint, but your hands were shaking from the unusual weight and you really wanted to lower them down, but you held on trying not to panic. A step towards you and you pulled the trigger without aiming so stupidly hitting the closet, startled by the loud noise of the shot, immediately shrinking and from unaccustomed frightened by the strong recoil of the weapon.

"Fuck," he swore loudly, immediately rushing to you, forcing you to scream at the top of your voice while miraculously dodging. Rushing to the door, the first thought was to run outside and ask for help from neighbors, especially since the sound of a gunshot and a woman's scream certainly did not go unnoticed and someone probably should have already called the police. We just need to hold out. However, you only managed to jump out into the corridor when suddenly a strong man's hand roughly grabbed you by the hand in which you were holding a gun and your finger pressed the hook again making a shot.

Again a loud noise, your screams and a small hole in the ceiling.

Again the bullet flew by.

"Get off me, you bastard!"

A ringing slap in the face and you abruptly fell to the floor dropping the gun somewhere to the side. He immediately hung over you, but grabbing the first book that came to hand, you threw it in her man's face and taking advantage of another hitch jumped to her feet, running on without thinking about how much lip hurts.

And yet, the chances of escape were initially small, especially when shortness of breath began due to anemia and the chest began to ache sharply. A deep breath did not help even if your body was filled with adrenaline, he still knocked you to the floor, pressing your whole body to the floor, taking that ill-fated syringe out of your pocket and sticking it into you by quickly pressing the plunger . It only takes a few minutes, but because of your screams and shots, even they could put the entire mission under the "failed" icon, so without wasting even these precious minutes, the kidnapper grabs you by the hair and just hits your head on the floor suppressing resistance at the root. The world before your eyes becomes hazy and barely audible when a strange and unusual feeling of lightness covers you despite the pain in your head.

"Bitch ruined everything"

This bastard threw you over his shoulder and quickly ran out of the house, leaving the syringe lying there on the floor because there was no more time. Throwing you carelessly like a sack into the backseat, he slammed the door and gave gas to get away from the crime scene as soon as possible and dump the tail by moving to another car. They'll pay him well anyway.

You only blurred vision being on the verge of consciousness silently watched your loss until a long sleep covered you.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #reader #leon resident evil #resident evil leon #leon kennedy resident evil #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon scott kennedy x reader

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gojos-thot-patrol · 9 months

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i DEFINITELY want more Frat Boy Sukuna!!! 😍😍😍😍

Oh man, you're twisting my arm so hard here nonnie, what ever will I do?

I guess I'm just going to have to post some headcanons and frame work I have for the up coming part 2 (Of which you can get on the tag list for it: here!) Oh! And if you want a refresher, you can find Seven Minuets in Heaven Here!

Now Presenting...

Some supplemental reading if you will ;)

Ok, lets start with just some basic information on our boy

Hes in the Alpha Beta Omega frat, or the ABO frat. The entire Frat is very quick to point out they’ve been around longer than ABO when you bring it up, minus Ryomen.

He just tells you he’s an Alpha and asks if you’re trying to be his Omega. It normally gets whatever reaction he wants

He’s majoring in business against his will (Remember this: It will come up) with a minor in he’s really about: History

If taking over his fathers very lucrative business (Again: This will come back up later) fails, he wants to be a history teacher.

He often bonds with Nanami over hating their shared major and being annoyed with Gojo and Geto making out in the most inconvenient places.

He sells drugs on the side to supplement his income, but nothing harder than weed because “Weeds not even a drug when you think about it.”

Is known for being the biggest manslut in the manslut frat. But hey, at least he gets tested regularly.

Ok, so now I want to start with a little bit of his background because it informs a lot about how I characterize him.

He’s Yuji’s older brother by about 4 years. Both of them look almost exactly like their father. The man really said Ctrl C, Ctrl V, Ctrl V.

Their father left when they were 7 and 3 respectively. Yuji doesn’t remember, but Ryomen very clearly remembers how horrible their father was to their mother. To him, it was a relief when that asshole finally abandoned the family for good.

The family moved in with their Grandpa, who was one of the very old school “I will only tell my kids I love them on my death bed” types. He also died when the boys were only 13 and 9.

Meaning our boy never really had a good role model for how to perform masculinity, and now that he’s an adult he finds himself pretending to be the type of man media told him he was supposed to be. Somewhere between Tyler Durden and Joey Tribbiani. He doesn’t think he’s very good at this performance.

The moment he turned 16, he started getting piercings to try and look less like his dad. The moment he turned 18 he got his tattoos to really separate himself from his father. Yuji thinks it’s insane, but Ryomen thinks it’s worth it to be able to look in the mirror without wanting to punch it.

His father reached out to him his senior year of high school. He offered to pay for 100% of Sukuna’s college tuition, as long as he majored in business and took over the “family” company once he graduated.

Yea, turns out dear old dads new wife couldn’t conceive, and his smoking had finally caught up with him in the form of lung cancer. Faced with an inevitable death, he was desperate for an heir.

Ryomen may have despised his father with everything in his being, but he realized how stupid it would be to throw away not only a free education, but also a guaranteed career. So he agreed.

OKAY now that that’s outta the way, let’s get into how he is in a relationship 😈

You are his first real relationship. He’s had “relationships” that lasted officially about 2 weeks at the longest. He’s had a plethora of situationships where he’d make promises he had no intention to keep. But as far as actually, serious, relationships you’re number one.

And genuinely this new emotion kinda scares the shit out of him. The first time he got love pangs he thought he was having a panic attack, the first time you brushed him off he felt like he shattered. this shit sucks yo, no wonder the Greeks thought it was a mental illness.

He has no idea how to properly love someone, he’s winging this shit: Doing everything entirely based on vibes

In his past “relationships” the moment conflict arose, he would leave. He doesn’t want to do that to you though, so head it is.

I’m not joking, the moment you have an issue he’s taking you to bed to try and distract you. And he’s always shocked when you still want to, ya know, communicate about issues you’re having after the fact. And he’s always even more shocked when you don’t just leave the moment conflict arises.

Did I mention he has no real concept of how healthy relationships work?

He’s trying though. He’s trying harder to make this work than he’s trying to keep his grades up.

Often catches himself flirting with other girls without even realizing it, it’s just second nature to him. He’ll always disengage the moment he realizes

Oh he’s jealous. Oh he’s so jealous. He sees you just talking to another guy and he’s spiraling in his head. He’s immediately getting involved and planting hickies on your neck right in front of whoever you��re talking to, because you’re his god damn it.

As such he loves to buy you jewelry. His dad’s got fuck you money, and he plans to spend it all on you. His current favorite thing to see you wear it a dainty, golden chain, with a ruby encrustedfrat b R hanging from it. It looked gorgeous on you, and marked you as undeniably his.

Suguru has 1000% had to talk him out of getting a tattoo of your name, this man is down so unbelievably bad. He’s never really been in love before, and now that he’s feeling it he’s overwhelmed by it.

This man really thought he was above getting pussy drunk until he hooked up with you. Now he realizes he’s is Not. At. All immune to it, and is actually quite prone to it!

Ultimately, his goal is to marry you after graduation, even though his fraternity brothers are highly against it. Not because they don’t like you, quite the contrary, they love you! But they all know that marrying your first love probably isn’t the move, and that the two of you have a lot of problems to work through. They want him to at least wait a few years before popping the question.

Still, every once in awhile he catches himself looking at rings and day dreaming about the future.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk frat boy au #fratboy!sukuna #frat boy sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen x reader #jjk sukuna #frat boy! Sukuna x reader

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storiesofleftoverghosts · 11 months

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dating the batboys... and their Taylor Swift songs | (1.5/2)

pairings: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

warnings: angst, mention of death, arguing

requested?: kind of! @igotanidea asked to be tagged for a part for Jason so here you go!

a/n: THANK YALL SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON THE FIRST PART!! it truly means a lot to me! I’m also sorry it took SO long, I’ve been testing. I decided to split this into parts just so I could get something out for y’all. It also is a bit longer than others so I hope y’all like it!

its so hard only choosing two songs but if I didn’t this post would be going on foreverrrrr.

Jason Todd

i'd like to establish this by saying Jason Todd is NOT the angry Robin

but like with all of the boys, he is traumatized

like extremely traumatized

if he was to get with you, he'd have to know you for a long time

even then it's iffy

he has a lot of trust issues

and abandonment issues

issues in general

if he knew you before his death, I feel like you’d have a higher chance of him trusting you

(the angst potential here…)

but don't get me wrong

he’s the type who once he loves someone, he loves them with every ounce of fiber he has in his body

I’d like to think of him as a secret hopeless romantic

just has a hard time showing it

he would be the type of boyfriend to tease you about you wanting something badly and then go behind your back and buy it for you

this man would die (again) for you

you ask him to jump and he’ll say how high

in the beginning he would be anxious about doing mundane things with you (not that he would ever admit)

but once he gets used to it, it’s his favorite thing

do not fold laundry with this man because he’ll definitely make into a war and start throwing clothes at you

favorite pass time would be to cook with you

YES I HEADCANON HES A GOOD COOK SHUT UP

being lazy on the couch together, reading books and enjoying each others presence

as much as Jason loves touch, I feel like he would love spending quality time with you more

especially given his busy life style with being Red Hood

would keep you away from that life

he’s like Bruce in that aspect and will not risk getting you involved

especially because being Red Hood is more dangerous and he has a LOOOT of enemies

encouraging him to open up about his emotions

he’s better than Bruce about talking about his feelings, but he still has issues with it

comforting him through nightmares

also comforting him through panic attacks and whatnot

understanding his complicated relationship with his family and trying not push him about it

still developing some what of a relationship with his brothers

if you knew him before his death, definitely having that fear of losing him again

you never recovered from the loss of him and even to this day, it haunts you

having arguments about it because Jason insists he’s careful and you won’t lose him

having arguments in general because he struggles with trusting people and is paranoid

those arguments do not last long because as much as he is stubborn

he doesn’t want to lose you

longest it will last is a couple of days

staying up late waiting for him to get home

LATE NIGHT CUDDLES

I would also like to argue that Jason lives for playful wrestling

he loves making you smile as it’s his favorite feature on you

late night motorcycle rides

he is such a mother hen when it comes to you

“did you eat today? have you had any water? what time did you go to bed?” “okay mom,”

teaching you how to use specific weapons and self defense because duh, it’s Gotham (part two)

at the end of the day, Jason Todd is a traumatized man trying to love you the best he can.

Me being me, I’m going to have to say Afterglow (from Lover) would be my number one choice for Jason. It actually inspired me to even start this! I think Treacherous (from Red (Taylor’s Version)) would be so Jason too.

Bonus: Sparks Fly (from Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)) is also a very Jason Todd song. No I will not elaborate.

“Tell me that you're still mine

Tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

I need to say

Tell me that it's not my fault

Tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart”

It didn’t take a genius to realize Jason Todd had messed up. He knew it as soon as the words that had tasted like poison left his mouth. All of the melting hot rage he had felt reached it’s boiling point, and it finally blew up.

“What do you know, you don’t even have a family!”

It seemed to echo throughout your shared apartment. The deafening silence that slowly poured in after made him feel incredibly nauseous. Your face slowly contorted from one of shock to one of a statue. Stoic and cold. The only sound to be heard was the incessant rain pounding against the windows.

You had slowly made your way over to the couch. For fifteen minutes you sat on the soft leather couch. Fifteen fucking agonizing minutes of nothing but Jason trying to somehow make it right. He apologized many times. He tried comforting you. But you just sat there, eyes closed and ignoring everything he had done. His side of the couch seemed to grow heavier and heavier with every attempt.

It made him feel like a child again. When his mother would get upset with him, she would give him the silent treatment. It would go on for days on end, and he would beg and apologize for forgiveness.

He never told you that though.

What you guys were arguing about seemed so small now. Jason was always one to blow things out of proportion. At one point in time, it had been about you going out with Dick and Tim for the third day in a row. He was a bit envious of your relationship with the aforementioned. He just didn’t know if it was Dick and Tim he was jealous of or you.

Instead of trying to talk to you about staying home and spending time with him or hell, even inviting him out with you, he took out his irritation you. It had been a long day, and this had been the cherry on top. He made a snarky comment to try and start a fight. Unfortunately, you were one to try to talk it out. It only added fuel to the fire. It escalated to the current situation. He hadn’t meant for it to end up like this.

Why’d he have to break what he loved so much?

Finally, you made a noise. You took a deep breath in and bore into his eyes. Tears were threatening to spill from them any second. It felt he had been burned, and he had no one to blame but himself.

“Before you say anything, I am incredibly sorry. It was all just me in my head. I should have never said those things, and I don’t want to lose you over this. Please, please, please let me make it up to you.” He has never sounded so desperate before. But then again, he’s never cut you this deep. Your eyes had travelled down away from him. The lump in your throat was hard to swallow.

“Jason. You’re not going to lose me over this. You’re still all I want,” The tears had started to roll down your cheeks by now. Seeing you cry made his heart crush, and he couldn’t stop himself from scooting closer to you.

“But what you said had really hurt my feelings. And if you ever say something like that to me again, I’m going to leave and take some time for myself.” You warned through the tears. Seeing your lip quiver as you spoke was enough for him to engulf you in his arms.

“I promise if I ever say that again, you could smack me as hard as you can. I deserve it.” You let out a tearful laugh and shook your head. However, he was being dead serious. You buried yourself in his embrace.

“I forgive you this time. Just next time communicate with me. We’re partners. It’s me and you against the problem.” Hearing how sincere you were made his heart swell. It made him feel even more guilty for starting the argument with you. But if you could forgive him, then maybe he can forgive himself too.

“You’re right. I’m sorry for everything. I just…” He paused. It was difficult for him to talk about his feelings, but he trusted you. You were his whole world after all. “I just wanted to spend time with you alone. I had a hard today today, and you always manage to make me feel better.” He murmured. His cheeks were a soft pink color. No matter how long you guys had been together for, it was awkward for him to tell you about how he felt.

You pulled away from the embrace to look him in the eyes. A small smile was on your face and your cheeks were tear stained. Your eyes had never had more of a soft look in them as one of your hands cupped the side of his face. Your thumb had slowly grazing his cheek.

“Why didn’t you say so? I don’t mind canceling my plans for you.” The smile on your lips grew, and you leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. The rain had seemed to turn into a soft sprinkle. You got up from the couch and made your way to the kitchen. His eyes followed you, clearly confused on what you were doing.

“Come on, let’s just cook and watch something.” You called. A bright smile spread across his face as he followed your voice. It was simple idea but it meant the world that you had decided to forgive him. He wouldn’t say that arguing with you will never happen again, but he knew that no matter how frustrating the situation was, he’d never utter an insult to you again.

He loved you too much, after all.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #batman x reader #taylor swift inspired #afterglow #red hood x reader #fanfiction #x reader #elliessodashop #taylor swift

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vivilingriphyn · 2 months

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Hi! Could you tell me what The Sham au is about? I tried going through the tags but tumblr (once again) wasn't functioning properly 😭 I love your art btw

Hai hai!(´｡^ ᵕ ^｡`)/ Thanks for asking @ishusi! The Sham is ofc my Ninjago AU that first takes place in Skybound, where Nadakhan places a curse on Jay which brings C!Nadakhan into existence and making Jay’s life a constant hell. Which is kind of the main concept, and as well as also keeping some headcanons of mine and characteristics into Jay’s character like one of my headcanons is that Lightning elemental masters are part avian and keeping his snake attributes when he was turned into a serpentine and making them more fused into his powers and his body. Which explains in Part 2 of my comic, Jay’s claws/talons, and as well as the name of the au if you guys can figure it out.

The main idea for the story is where Jay's time in misfortunes keep is prolonged and he continues to persist despite how long he's been beaten down and kept there, because of Jay persistence, Nadakhan decides to place a curse on Jay, not through magical means but through gouging out Jay's eye, and after a couple weeks Nadakhan replaces Jay's eye with a cursed one.

A curse where brings C!Nadakhan into existence (the C ofc means Curse because I didn't wanna change its name but still want a distinction between the two Nadakhans.) C!Nadakhan was made to ruin Jay and his perception of things, the longer Jay has the eye the more C!Nadakhan begins to materialize to the point Jay could feel C!Nadakhan, and since the curse was made because of Jay’s persistence, Nadakhan made sure to grant that wish by making sure C!Nadakhan never lets Jay die by any means necessary, from using provocations or even being nice to Jay.(it's unbelievable ik.) But it's not being nice based purely on how it was made, because the curse is actually sentient and has a level of self-awareness. And that it's self-aware enough that if Jay dies, it also dies. And the more the curse stays, the more C!Nadakhan begins to gain the fear of non-existence or Jay’s persistence, while also gaining the potential to become more than just a curse. Or even becoming an extension of Jay's existence, like an invisible limb that has a mind of its own. But if it finds an opportunity to become part of Jay's soul or become an actual individual being then it will take it.

The drawing I posted of C!Nadakhan and suit Jay would probably the be the present time in the AU, while the comic I've been working on is more of when Jay first got or experiences the curse and I might rename it as “The Sham | Origins”

Anywho this AU is ofc for my own self-indulgence for my headcanons to have their own place and gain a purpose and story rather than just staying as pretty illustrations in my mind and on my canvas. Also thanks :3 really glad you guys like my art and I've always try to improve and refine my art as an artist and will continue to improve ^^

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artsyunderstudy · 22 days

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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thanks for tagging me @cutestkilla @ivelovedhimthroughworse @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @valeffelees @emeryhall @monbons @thewholelemon @whatevertheweather @aristocratic-otter @bookish-bogwitch @orange-peony @shrekgogurt @wellbelesbian @theearlgreymage @ic3-que3n - I definitely shouldn't be procrastinating writing because I'm overdue but I'm a sucker for a good Q&A.

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

I technically have a handful of WIPs I haven't given up on posting but I'm not actively working on. Après la Pluie, le Beau Temps is the one I'm actively working on. I'm in the planning stages with All the Lonely People which is a fic I'm planning to cowrite with @cutestkilla my beloved. Then I have Sober, Water Grey, Close Your Eyes, and A Mild Case of Madness (yes I haven't given up on AMCOM I was actually thinking I'd try and finish it up after I'm done posting Après)

I don't actually work on more than one fic at a time but I also had like a flood of ideas once I was done writing Someone Wicked and that's why the pile of WIPs. Also I was trying to do discovery writing and realized that I hate it.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Why is this so hard???

Okay. Um.

Roommates who (pretend to) hate each other + alcohol induced vulnerability = publicly getting off with each other on a stranger's couch in the middle of a rager, probably to the dulcet sounds of goosebumps by travis scott.

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Amazingly my current WIP doesn't really require much bracing. But I am still intending very much to complete Sober (working title) which I talked a lot about last year. That would come with warnings for grief, alcohol and sexual assault. Which makes it sound so much worse than it is, but then again I always think that my writing isnt actually that sad but then i have people telling me i ripped their heart out of their chest and chewed on it so im not a good judge of that. i will say it definitely has more jokes than my usual fare.

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

I am very decisive when it comes to titles, so I genuinely cant think of anything. I guess Sober, because I'm not sure that's the right title for the fic because it's not about addiction. It's about drunken hookups (and like, definitely some alcohol as a coping mechanism but like, mostly just uni students partying and going too hard as they are wont to do) so I was thinking of making it longer like "Kiss Me When You're Sober" but I dunno. It's not even close to done so I don't have to decide yet.

5. ⚠️Which WIP you're most likely to finish or update next?

Après la Pluie, le Beau Temps is the fic I'm actively working on and I'm going to post this guy next come hell or high water. It's just taking me a while, I'm a bit burnt out. But things they will come.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

All my documents are the fic titles so nothing really fun there.

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

“If you’re going to do this, do you actually trust him? After everything he’s done to you. Everything you’ve done to each other.” I sigh. “I don’t know.” All the things I’ve always believed I hated about him feel different now, filtered through a new lens. His relentlessness, his sharp edges, his poise. The way he moves across the pitch, and plays his violin, sweet-toned and sorrowful. The singe of his magick. “I just … see him,” I say quietly. “And I know I want him. The way I’m supposed to.”

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

I don't know, I don't think I've scrapped any ideas for this WIP yet? Actually, I think earlier on in the planning I had wanted to have Niall and Dev being absolutely gross with their PDA through the whole thing, but I ended up writing a completely different side-story for them that's genuinely a ton better. Basically, they were a gag, and now they have an actual arc.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Gonna mirror Dre here, we have been planning a fic to cowrite but we both have other fanfic obligations to fulfill first, so it's a little bit on the backburner until we are both freed up. Again, to parrot her, it's a canonverse AU based on a movie we both adore, older (late 30's) strangers to lovers, a ghost story but in a cathartic way, not a scary way, developing relationship. We have a shared trello and I can't help but daydream about it. I am so very very eager to start working on it in earnest.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

One, actively. Two if you count the fic with Dre which we occasionally can't help but get into long discussions about.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I am currently writing a genre I've never written before which has just been a little daunting. As well as this first chapter has zero simon or baz, probably, and THAT is hard too. But it has to be that way. For the setup. It just means I'm having to learn how to write a lot of side characters in a way I haven't done before, like Niamh and Niall (since i have a bit of experience with agatha and dev)

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Everyone deserves so many many kudos.

Tags! @hushed-chorus @run-for-chamo-miles @j-nipper-95 @noblecorgi @facewithoutheart and @stitchyqueer <3

#tag game #artsyfic

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astarionfixation · 25 days

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Chapter 9: “Would you like my tongue first, or my fingers, darling?”

Part of "Am I Fu**ing Insane !?!" A multi chapter adventure in Astarion’s mind

Rating: EXPLICIT SEX (fingering, cunnilingus) Continuous Consent Check-ins

CW: vague mentions of sexual abuse

Word count count: 4.8k

Pairings: Astarion X OFC Tav

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54356776/chapters/139400101

I have a quite serious praise kink. Which also means compliments in the forms of tags and/or comments might very well spur me to write and post more

** Thoughts "" Dialogue - - Remarks ++ Quotes / Memories

“I have never been given the chance to… explore… I don’t know how to… ask… how I want… what I want… but I do know I want… you.”

“You have me my sweet… If I could show you how… would you want me to?”

“Please Astarion…. show me, and I’ll follow you”

His mind races back to the first night they spent together, after she found him lost to his demons on the staircase. Even though he couldn't find his voice she began with her own, heralding and announcing her actions before they were taken, in a way that made him feel safe, finally with a full vision of the situation he was in at such a vulnerable moment.

And so this might actually work? He knows he can do this, he can guide her and himself and this might actually become a way to get closer rather than hoping the mechanical practicality of being inside someone or having someone inside of him would also bring closeness. He wants to do this.

“Then lie back for me my darling, I’m going to take this shirt off of you to begin with, does that sound good?”

Every word is measured, it gives him a path to follow whereas he has always had to follow someone else’s imperatives and demands. It also helps that words give him structure before the mess of his needs, his hunger, his own desire and anger can take over. Once they leave his lips he knows he’s committed to them, he knows there’s something to follow through.

She nods again and this time he has to be clearer so that both can be on the same page.

“If we are to do this I need to hear your voice darling, I need to know that’s what you want. Can you do that for me? Can you tell me if this is ok?”

Because if they need to break patterns by relying on what they have left of the abuse, they need to work towards each other and away from the mould others created for them.

She swallows emptily and he can tell, they are both finding their pace in this new kind of vulnerability.

“I’m not going to do anything other than what you tell me, but I need you to tell me, darling”

She’s finding her voice for the first time, for him, and that is giving him another rhythm to follow beyond the one of his own words. It feels like another layer of safety and he can follow, they can follow each other and know where they are going, together. Her words come to his pointy ears as such relief

“I… please, yes, you can take my shirt off, you can… you can take all of my clothes… off”

He can’t help but smile and that is… new… in a situation like this…

“Thank you sweetling, you’re doing amazing, let me help you out of this then”

And his fingers have to be willingly slowed down but he can do this, he can savour this, he needs the pacing, and she clearly needs it too.

When he pulls the shirt off her head and her torso falls back on the bed, chest finally completely bare before him, he does not realise he must have been staring for longer than expected because her arms are slowly going towards sheltering her breasts from him. His hand quickly reaches up to cup her cheek. He doesn’t touch her arms but a soft plea leaves his lips

“Please don't, you are so beautiful, I just need to commit you to memory”

And he was right, it was all she needed to feel safe again. Her arms rest on her sides as she allows him to take in the sight of her. It takes him a moment to recollect his thoughts, remember he’s there to guide her. Both of them.

“I’m going to take off my shirt as well, so you can feel my skin on yours, still with me?”

She begins nodding but then before he can remind her, her voice follows, even though it seems like there’s a true effort to get past her throat

“Yes…”

As the fabric brushes against his skin he feels lighter than being this exposed has ever felt for him. He bends down so that his upper body is now gently pressing against hers while she parts her legs to let him crawl on top of her. There might be a slightly sharp intake of air from his nostrils as the warmth of her skin assaults his senses along with her scent. His head buried in the familiar crook of her neck, maybe the last place he should be to taunt his hunger, but it’s just a second and the thought is pushed away as he suddenly feels her hands tentatively caressing his shoulders before they start to find their way to explore his back and

*No I can’t! not yet…*

He’s up in one swift move, back to kneeling between her legs, her eyes are searching his and one too many flashes seem to happen in a part of his mind he cannot quite visualise. He gathers her hand in his and brings it to his mouth, planting a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist

“I’m sorry sweetheart but I need you to tell me… ask me if you’re going to do something like that, I am not… Can you promise you won't touch my back again? For now…”

The tips of her fingers still close to his mouth begins to softly dance on his lips

“I promise, I’m sorry”

“It’s alright my darling, we’re both learning aren’t we?”

Her head nods slightly and He can feel he’s back in control now. His gaze roams on her bare chest and he knows what needs to come next. His entire body hovers upon her so he can whisper in her ear now

“Can I kiss your nipples my sweet?”

And it's hard for him to just breathe her in as his fingers trace lazy circles around the mound of her breasts, inching closer but not quite close enough, not until she says. He can feel her head nod against his own as the words escape her lips in a whimper, just loud enough for her plea to reach him

“Yes… please”

There's a strand of hope wandering his mind, he finds himself warning her

“It will feel cold, just for a moment…”

Then his lips trace a wet trail, from her neck to her breasts, and he can feel her breath has come to a halt, the anticipation trapping the air in her throat. He lets his cold breath hit the spot first as he murmurs

“Keep breathing, darling”

Her sharp intake of breath comes at the same moment his lips are closing upon her soft peak. The warmth of her breast feels incandescent to his mouth and not even his cold tongue and spit seem to contaminate her skin. There's a soft, muffled sound rhythmically present, coming from her throat now, something that she's not letting her lips relent to, and as his mouth is sucking gently at her nipple he can tell his own tongue is the director of it and *hells!* if for once it's good to know he's the cause of her unrest. His eyes close for a moment as he concedes to his own feeling of torturous bliss. His fangs barely graze upon her sensitive skin and the blood blooming just under it makes him swallow around the now hardened peak, and that was all she needed to let that melody of pleasure escape her lips and reaching his delighted ears

“That’s it my sweet, It's just you… and me, you don't have to hold back… Let me hear you sing for me”

His fingers reach for the other sweet peak that has already grown harder, his cool tips gently pressing and pulling at the same rhythm that his mouth still sucks softly at her nipple, and his ears are rewarded by the most sensual music she has yet blessed him with. He’s tempted to just follow her reactions but a flash of awareness comes back to him as he pulls his lips from her nipple whilst he keeps softly playing with the other between his fingers.

“Does this feel good sweetheart? What else would you like me to do?”

He knows it’s a challenge but she is set to surprise him, as her eyelids lift from her dark pupils, she lets out a delicious moan before uttering most delectably

“I felt that right between my legs”

She is learning fast about her wants and needs and how to communicate them, how to recognise and say what she likes. He’s only too happy to follow that lead…

“Is that where you’d like me to go next?”

And she might still need more time to find her pace, her eyes get lost in invisible patterns

“I… I don’t know… I…”

*it’s ok, slower then…*

He can lead the way, he can bring her back to this moment

“Well… I would like to go there next… will you let me, my darling?”

She nods before something akin to a prayer leaves her lips and

“Yes… yes please…”

His nimble fingers are grazing at her sides when his voice reaches her again

“I’m just going to undo the laces here on your trousers, I need you to raise your hips for me so I can pull them down, can you do that for me sweetheart?”

She’s nodding again and he can see a quick flash of her pink tongue moistening her lips, his fingers are already working on the fastening but once they hook under the waistband he stops

“With your words, darling”

At that she raises her hips just as a barely breathed out “yes, please” reaches his ears, and in one slow movement he starts to peel the garment off of her trembling legs, until pulling at the last bit he has her foot so close to his face he plants a sweet, soft kiss on her ankle before releasing her.

And that’s the moment when he shouldn’t but he needs to take a breath, just as his eyes are feasting on her body, laid almost completely bare before him. Only the lace covering that sweet spot where her legs meet. He’s never been one for religion but he imagines the only way to describe her body must be goddess-like. He’s reminded of his own needs when his eyes linger for a moment too long on what seems to be a slightly wet patch on the last piece of fabric on her, almost touching the inside of her thigh and inevitably he finds his hardness stretching the fabric of his own trousers beyond what is comfortable. But it’s become irresistible to drive and address her pleasure now that *for once!* he is the one in control of their needs. The way she relies on him has become a source of pleasure itself and he can’t wait another moment to finally see her

*all of her*

He lowers himself so that his fingers are now pulling at the edge of her underwear, his chin resting below them on her soft thighs

“I reckon we need to lose these too, don’t you think my dear?”

And it’s such a sweet torture to wait for her words and see her scramble to find them

“I… yes… please Astarion… take them off”

His movements might be just a tad bit quicker then he wishes he could be, but to finally have his nostrils and throat hit by the sweetness of pomegranate that emanates from her now bare, glistening lips, is something he’s been restraining himself for far too long to seem unaffected. He’s torturing both himself and her and he knows it but there is just something so enticing about his nose, his lips being so close yet not touching her, his cheek now resting on her inner thigh, while both his hands are caressing her hips ever so innocently and yet so close to absolute perdition. She must be feeling it too because, before he can even come up with his next line, a mewling plea leaves her lips and her body arches ever so slightly

“Please I… can I feel you… please?”

And he doesn’t have the heart to push it, he could coax more out of her but this is only the beginning after all. He doesn’t realise how his lips must have pulled into a smile until he tries to speak again

“Would you like my tongue first, or my fingers, darling?”

And the words alone make her hips jolt, the tip of his nose now brushing against her folds

“Don’t make me choose Astarion, I just… please”

He’s pretty confident he’s got the correct answer as the most enticing whimper resonates from her throat to her lips when the tip of his tongue begins to follow her slit, softly pushing her lips apart and getting rewarded with the most intoxicating flavour of unadulterated pleasure. Of her. The tip of his tongue is not nearly enough and he needs to savour and taste her, to possess that sweetness until there’s nothing left. His long, greedy fingers spread her for him and when his tongue traces back to the source of her sweet wetness he has to push through her entrance and taste her from the inside, pressing softly but inexorably until all he can taste and feel around his tongue is Her.

Her hips jolt again at that and she arches. That gives him an instant of unnecessary breath to place a hand on her lower stomach and keep her in place.

“Can you stay still for me, my sweet? I don’t want to accidentally nip at you”

“I… I’m trying”

And he knows it’s true, he knows some of the reactions her body has are as involuntary as the way he can feel her pulse accelerating, just under his tongue. He plants a soft kiss just where her lips meet and that little bundle of nerves gifts him another involuntary jolt of her beautiful body, just for him. He pulls back slightly, just enough for his fingertips to graze at the junction between her thigh and the centre of her pleasure

“It's just my finger… Can you take my finger sweetheart?”

At that, her answer comes out in a prompt gasp she can't seem to get out quick enough

“Yes! please, yes!”

And now finally the tip of his index finger can follow the edge of her lips, from top to bottom, so the moment she is holding her breath in anticipation… he slowly thrusts it in. Her soft wetness almost pulls him in, and he can already feel her clenching around his digit. Her head thrown back *neck exposed* and her heartbeat is almost concerningly raised now. A fleeting thought comes through, telling him he should give in and just devour her, but quickly as it came it goes and he remembers: this is to pace both their needs.

For her to learn and choose what brings her pleasure, and for him to feel close to another creature without having to relent to their commands.

He can tell she's trying to stifle her moans as his finger has slowly found a rhythmic pace, sliding in and out of her and coaxing out her sweet nectar to a point the obscenely wet sounds are now almost distracting him and he can't help himself: he pulls his finger completely out, eliciting a sigh from her, and with a flick of his wrist he is now sucking and licking it clean, tasting and savouring her flavour on his tongue again. As his eyes open he can see hers are fixed on him too and he can’t help but smirk and hold her gaze till his own finger pops out of his own lips

“You are just so exquisite my sweet, I had to taste more of you. Can you take another finger for me darling? Would that be ok?”

And when her eyes hold his own he knows how hard she is trying, and still he's not prepared for what comes out of her lips next

“Yes… please… but can you… please… can you also touch… above… on my… on my clit”

She's sweet and hesitant and he can tell her heartbeat has taken off again, because putting those words together cost her, but she trusted him enough to dare and ask, and so he will certainly oblige her

“Of course my darling… how about I slide two fingers inside of you… like this”

And as his two digits now thrust and slowly disappear inside of her, coated in slick honey as she is, he moves them in and out of her, steadily, his eyes never leaving her face and as she begins to close her eyes again, her breathing getting more laboured, that's when the tip of his thumb brushes lightly at her entrance, just enough to be coated in her wetness

“And I bring my thumb to press just… over… here…”

He grazes her folds until it reaches her clit. And the deep moan it elicits in her fills him with pleasure, his two fingers still slowly thrusting in and out of her while now his thumb is pressing in a circular motion that repeats itself over, and over, and over again

“Does it feel good sweetling? Tell me what you need…”

Her hips are now following the rhythm of his hand, meeting his thrusts as her back arches so that his fingers press further against her silky walls, curling just at the tip and pressing against that spot that he knows is going to drive her to the edge.

He hardly has to move his hand at all now as she grinds against his fingers, tightening the muscles in the walls of her entrance and beginning to meet resistance even against knuckles as slender and delicate as his. There's a tinge of pain now in her exaltations that gives pause to his dedication

*I've heard that sound before…I've made that sound before…*

“I need you to relax for me darling, can you do that… for me?”

Her body freezes and the silence of the room is deafening with not a single breath between them. Her heart pounds harder as it screams for oxygen until now he can feel every single vein and blood vessel in her sex tracing out her pulse in an intricate network of pleasure around his fingers and for a moment it's as though he can't tell if the pulse on his fingers is hers or his own heart beating for the first time in over two centuries.

“Breathe, my sweet”

Her chin dances in tiny rapid nods before finally letting go and as the warm sweet air leaves her collapsing chest the muscles finally relent, flooding her wetness around his fingers inviting him in.

“That's it sweetheart, you're doing so well, just let go…”

For a moment his instincts take over, feeling no resistance from her body he lets his own excitement set the pace

“Just… please… slower… but don't stop… it feels… good… so good”

And he's only too happy to indulge, he could spend hours watching her beautiful body come undone just on his hand, but the way she is now writhing tells him that she's close and he just needs to push her over the edge… while his fingers keep pumping excruciatingly slowly in and out of her, his thumb still drawing deliberately pressured circles around the centre of her pleasure.

“That's my good girl, let me hear you… just tell me how you want me to touch you… I’ll do everything you tell me to…”

A sharp sting traverses his mind as the words leave his mouth and he realises he might have involuntarily shared more than he meant to. Thankfully she claims his attention again, immediately, as she lets out a frustrated whimper before finally releasing a strained “m..more…” that reminds him how he’s the one in control of this. Of her.

Thoroughly. Entirely. Wholly.

Her body straining and begging for his touch while he’s the only one at the receiving end of each and every prayer she articulates with her sensuous movements before they can escape her lips. He’s the only one that can decide whether those prayers will be answered or whether she can be taught to ask for more. The thought paints a smirk on his own elegant features and the power he holds +in the tiny bone of his own wrist+ as she eloquently put it, truly feels as such, with every tiny fibre of her luxurious body answering and reacting to any minuscule movement he decides to inflict upon her feverish sex.

*You can ask for more, sweet thing, but you need to do it properly, and that? That won't do at all…*

“More of what, my sweet? Come on… be a good girl for me… use your words”

“M..more on my..on my clit…please”

*That's better, you’re learning the rules, and that I can most certainly do*

With the hand pressed firmly on her stomach he pulls ever so slightly on her soft, gleaming skin, pulling back on her vulva and exposing the source of her pleasure. Such a pretty unassuming little thing, transfixed by his gaze he starts to move the very tip of his thumb excruciatingly slowly and deliberately around the edge of her completely exposed glans. So soft at first that it's impossible to tell if he's actually touching her or if the electricity between them is creating imperceptibly small sparks of racing pleasure between them.

“M..more..please…harder”

*Now we're getting somewhere, my precious little love*

His thumb presses ever so slightly closer, allowing the friction to slowly increase guided by the rhythm of her moans as she assumes the role of both conductor and instrument in the orchestra they've both become swept up in rising to a crescendo. With every thrust of his fingers he pushes ever so slightly deeper into her inviting warmth and her lips kiss at the knuckles where his fingers meet the back of his hand, fitting so perfectly around everything he has to give her.

That's when his entire body moves to be on top of hers, his hand still tormenting her, slow but relentless just as she requested, chest pressing on her soft breasts as he brings his head to the crook of her neck where his lips can whisper directly into her ear

“Are you going to come for me sweetheart? Are you going to come all around my fingers? I want you to come, can you do that for me darling?”

And he knows that was what she needed because he suddenly feels her whole body tremble under his, her legs close shut around his hand and he can feel her pulsating and clenching repeatedly around his fingers, yet he doesn't stop his own measured movements, which after a moment of complete silence elicit a delicious groan growing from her throat into a scream onto her lips that carry his own name.

“Ah… Astarion!”

He finds himself smiling whilst his own body unexpectedly twitches as her climax washes over her.��

A pleasure he caused himself.

A pleasure she let him direct which makes control feel like power after centuries of escapism.

As her body stills and her breath finds a more regular pace he slowly moves to retract his fingers from her, but no matter how delicate he tries to be, her sensitive flesh makes her whole body twitch still. He pulls himself up, kneeling between her legs and

*I could lick her clean of every bead of sweat on her skin*

The thought alone reminds him of the sweet slickness coating his own fingers and he doesn’t care if the way he takes them in his mouth makes him look starved, because in a way he is, and concerningly he’s now doubtful that, after this, he could ever take his fill of her and say that’s enough. He swirls his tongue and sucks his fingers, closing his eyes to focus on the flavour that even under oath he could not swear comes second after her very own delectable blood. His bliss gets interrupted only by her soft voice gently reaching his ears once more

“What do I taste like?”

*The kitten is quickly learning how to become a temptress*

He can’t help a tug at the corner of his lips and promptly moves his body gracefully back onto hers, lowering his head so that his lips are almost brushing hers but not touching, still bending to her own rule as he whispers

“Would you like to find out?”

And before he can move any further she's arching her back to press her own lips against his so that the tip of his tongue can softly demand access to share her tangy sweetness with her, from her lips to his and finally back to hers again.

And right now he's elated. It's beyond the bliss of the senses that overtakes him as his insides fill with fresh blood, it's more encompassing, more… complete. He is keenly aware of the needs of his body but to finally kiss her after accompanying her discovery of her own pleasure is its own kind of egotistical gratification. For the first time in any life he remembers he didn't have to clutch to the shreds of control he could delude himself he had, no, he was the beginning and the end, this scenario existed only because he willed it so. Because whereas everyone always demanded his performance and service for their own pleasure, this time his own skills, his own talents were to his own service, working through his own desire to give her back pieces of herself in the only way he knew how, which prodigiously happened to be the one way she needed to.

He knew everything there was to know about physical pleasure.

She was never given the chance to learn about it before.

He's losing himself in this kiss that still tastes like her when it occurs to him…

*I'm her first too. In the only way that matters…*

There's a tinge of pride in the idea he's the only one who ever made her feel good in her own skin, who ever guided her to reach her climax. He's losing himself in the thoughts caressing his ego and now the kiss has moved to a softer, sweeter pace. He pulls away just enough so his lips can leave a soft peck on the tip of her nose and then his eyes can find hers.

Some part of him is dying to speak, to proclaim what it means, viscerally, that she's his first blood and now he's her first true lover, how that binds their flesh and fluids in a true implication of mutual ownership. He wishes he could tell her *show her* exactly every which way he can make her discover new peaks of pleasures until all she remembers is his own name and all that she feels is the complete and utter bliss of their bodies, mingling together without solution of continuity to be ever found again.

And maybe he can find ways, in time, to push past the invisible hand that seems to grasp at his throat any time his words threaten to betray his vulnerability for how much he wants her. He needs her. He depends on finding ways to keep her interested in him because he will never accept to go back to a life without her flavours -all of them- coating his insides.

His cock suddenly twitches involuntarily, straining against his trousers, reminding him his need of control masked as generosity has left him still desperate, the vague reminder of the pomegranate essence from her dripping wet sex now slowly fading from his tongue with so much hunger still to be sated. Yet all he can muster is just

“Thank you, my sweet”

hoping that his eyes betray the thousand devotions screaming to escape the facade.

He can see her features truly blissful now, and for the first time he realises that every calm moment she painted on her face before does not live up to this, so how much practice did she have at keeping her emotions in, to even fool him? Her voice is mellow, still high from pleasure, and it’s just another reminder of how much his own body has been affected by what just happened. She gently whispers

“I think those are my words”

*You devilish little minx, you’re going to be such a delightful pet for me*

“Yes my darling, you've been very good with your words, you catch up so quickly I already know… you're going to be a wonderful student”

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pairing: fem!character + matt sturniolo

summery: Abigail and Matt have been best friends for years and practically grew up together. the two hiding their feelings for one another, until one stupid drunken dare changes things.

warnings: slight anxiety attack at the end but nothing too major

love, sienna <3

abigail’s pov again!

i’ve been back home for a few days now.

well, not home exactly, i haven’t spoken to my parents in years, but Marylou always insists i stay over for the duration of my visits so that’s exactly what i do.

it’s been good being back though.

i missed Nate so much and i’ve basically been hanging out with him every chance i get.

we’ve already have two “family” movie nights which i cherish more than anything. cuddling with Chris and Trevor on the couch wearing Christmas pyjamas even though it’s summer and making jokes with Jimmy about stupid shit.

i’ve also had Marylou there for me, teaching me all her favourite recipes that she knows her own kids will never be capable of making.

i wasn’t “home” but this is the closet thing i have and i’m content with that.

i’ve seen my sister too, it’s a little weird when you go from seeing someone everyday and crying in their arms to getting coffee once every few months, but i think it’s best for us to be on our own for the most part.

trauma bonds some people, and it separates others, just wish the ladder didn’t happen with us.

being back was needed, it always is.

i moved out to LA purely because of Matt.

when we were kids the plan was always for me to go wherever he went, though i’d much rather stay in Boston, i was happy anywhere as long as i was with my best friend. i needed desperately to be with him at all times.

speaking of my best friend, things have gone back to normal, and i think i’m okay with it.

i’ve been journaling a lot more, trying to process all the emotions i’ve been feeling and it’s been helping a lot to map everything out.

sure, it hurt getting rejected, but it’s nothing i wasn’t expecting. Matt’s my best friend, i can’t expect him to want to be anything more, it wouldn’t be fair to him.

so things have been good.

we’ve still kept up with our late night Mcdonald’s runs where we talk about nothing and everything and watch the stars through the sunroof.

we still cling to each others side in social settings.

and we still help each other with our bad habits, even though for me it’s just an excuse to hold his hand.

although on the outside things were normal, something felt different, emotionally.

it’s as if he’s not telling me something, or maybe he’s just closing himself off. either way i don’t like how it makes me feel, and i don’t like that he has that effect on me.

i am still planning on telling him how i feel, at least i think.

i need the closure, even if his only reaction is to distance himself more, i can’t keep doing this to myself.

and maybe when he rejects me i’ll actually be able to move on and stop being delusional.

god i just wish he wasn’t so good with his mouth, that would make this a lot easier.

i sit in the back of the minivan with Nick and Nate to either side of me as we head on a small road trip to Vermont.

i’ve always loved the east coast, i love the way the trees over take the outdoors and i love all the wildlife that comes with it.

it’s also extremely nostalgic for me because it reminds me of all the Sturniolo road trips i’ve tagged along for growing up.

“are you sure you’re okay if we vlog this?” Chris asks, looking back to me as i zone back into reality. i bite my lip momentarily, because as much as i’d rather not be subjected to the hate that comes with being their friend, i also don’t want to stop them from making content.

so i nod. “yeah it’s okay, i feel like they already know me anyways so it should be fine” i shrug, referring to the viewers that have watched every video my best friends have posted.

but i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t, because i love watching them in their element.

“how much longer till we’re there?” Nick asks Matt, who’s been much more quiet than normal this car ride.

“like 15 minutes i think, we could’ve been there already if Abigail didn’t take forever getting ready” i gasp dramatically.

“i can’t believe you are throwing me under the bus like that Matthew cmon” i bring my knees up to my chest and rest my chin on them.

little do i know Matt’s watching me from the rear view mirror trying to hide his flustered face.

it’s quiet for a moment before the song playing on the speakers changes, and i know what song it is right away.

“Matt why are you playing this corny shit” Chris complains, running his hand through his hair.

i’m so incredibly uncomfortable because i know exactly what playlist is playing and now i know that Matt’s listened to the song that describes my entire life.

i’m not dumb, i knew he was on the playlist, but he hadn’t listened to it in so long and i had been playing it more, and well i love Lizzy Mcalpine.

Matt furrows his eyebrows. “i think it’s cute, you’re just incapable of being romantic”

Chris is clearly annoyed with that response, although it makes me blush slightly, i just sit and watch. “shut the fuck up Matt at least i have the balls to be honest”

i can see the way Matt stops breathing, as if he’s frozen in place. “watch your mouth Chris or i swear to god i’ll drive this car into a tree”

it’s awkwardly silent for a second. “okay! anyways what are we planning on doing when we get there” Nate chimes in, attempting to bring the mood up.

“wait oh my god can we please see the alpacas again i miss them” i chime in, a smile immediately forming on my face. i see Matt now smiling too, both of us internally reminiscing on how often we’d spend time with the animals together growing up.

“we definitely have to, i also wanna hit up the shops because they always have good stuff” he replies, looking to the rear view mirror yet again while waiting for a reply.

“maybe we can find stuff to finally decorate your dungeon of a room too” i joke, but i do mean it, i can’t stand a bland bedroom.

Chris of course is having the time of life laughing at this. “Chris don’t act like your room is any better you all lack interior design skills it breaks my heart”

soon enough we make it to the cabin we’re staying at, and i’m literally giddy with excitement. coming here never gets old.

somehow it smells better here, like the leaves provide a freshness you just can’t get in LA.

i grab my duffel bag out of the trunk and make my way inside, still smiling like a kid on christmas morning.

we situate in our rooms, i’m sharing with Nick as always but i definitely don’t mind because our late night talks bring me so much happiness.

for a moment i forget about Matt, i’m just completely and utterly stress free.

well i forget about him until i look over and see the way his hair falls perfectly just in front of his eyes. fuck i’m so down bad it’s embarrassing.

once we’ve set our selves up we decide to go see the alpacas first since i’ve practically been begging the whole car ride…

“OH MY GOD MATT STOP” i grab his arm and begin to run towards the alpaca enclosure “the ugly one is still here oh my god i love him”

he must be in a bad mood all of a sudden based on the lack of expression on his face and by the way he drops my hand. “yeah why wouldn’t he be? it hasn’t been that long since we’ve been here”

i try to hide the small frown that wants to make its way to my face. Matt was always my biggest supporter and even if he didn’t care what i was talking about, he’d be my biggest fan as i rambled on.

“okay wait we need to feed them they look hungry” Chris laughs, clearly not sensing the tension that was formed moments prior.

Nick walks over with Nate, camera in hand. i forgot that that was happening, a smile now making its way onto my face, although i definitely don’t feel happy.

it’s hard to avoid thinking about the pit in my stomach, but i’m probably just being over dramatic.

“look at his goofy ass” Nate says as he feeds the ugly alpaca Matt and i bonded over two summers ago.

we all take our turns feeding the alpacas and my mood takes a turn for the better. i have to focus on the friends surrounding me and forget about the boy i can’t stop thinking about.

the rest of the day is nice, just doing what we’ve been doing for years, buying the same snow cones and visiting the same stores.

nothing makes me more happy then spending time with my favourite people, as insanely corny as that sounds they are my chosen family.

something about the way i can smell the tree sap as i walk on uneven dirt roads while talking about absolutely nothing. i just really wish the small action of Matt from earlier didn’t effect my mood so much.

but him affecting my mood is nothing new.

by now it’s dark outside, which is my favourite time because of the sky. i instinctively go to tell Matt about the constellations i see in the sky, grabbing his arm without a second thought.

before he can even react i take my arms off of him, now remembering what happened earlier today. “sorry i just noticed the big dipper and wanted to tell you”

“okay” he replies shrugging and continuing to walk, not once taking a glance at the stars above us.

okay?

is that what we say to each other now when we express something we’re passionate about?

okay?

i cant hide the hurt on my face but unfortunately Nick notices right away, i can see the way the gears turn in his head and i know he’s about to say something so i shoot him a look. this doesn’t need to become a big deal.

so we carry on as normal, Chris and Nate throwing some huge stick into a nearby creek while Nick yells at them to stop.

leaving Matt and i standing in what was now awkward silence. not something i’ve had with him often.

we make it back to the cabin and i head straight back to my room. i feel so over stimulated and want nothing more than to take of my denim shorts and rot in bed.

so i do just that, for a moment anyways, just finally making myself comfortable with multiple fuzzy blankets when Nick enters our shared room and sits on the bed next to me.

i let out a sigh. i cant keep these thoughts to myself and although i normally tell Nathan, he’s busy having fun with Chris and Matt doing whatever it is they’re doing in the living room.

“Abigail” he states.

“Nicolas” i reply, followed by yet another dramatic sigh.

he shoots me a concerned look, it’s evident how well he knows me. “wanna inform me on what’s happening?”

i pull a blanket over my face and groan, before eventually coming back out to meet Nicks face still looking at me.

“are you prepared for me to rant for the next ten minutes?” i ask “i have lots to get off my chest”

he shuffles in bed, kicking off his shoes and placing a blanket on his lap. “i’m always prepared”

so i do what i warned him. i talk for the next few minutes, explaining my feelings, the moment in the hot tub, and how that all leads to now.

i try my best to avoid crying because a part of me won’t allow it. my dads voice echoing in the back of my brain telling me to grow up. “i don’t know what i did wrong, i don’t know what to do Nick. i cant live like this anymore”

he hugs me and i immediately break. every feeling i’ve bottled up for years pouring out into his chest.

he just rubs my back as i cry. he doesn’t even need to say anything.

and we stay like this for a while before i pull away.

“i just feel so stupid. part of me thought that the moment in the hot tub would lead to more. i thought that maybe he liked me back or maybe- i don’t know.” i sniffle, trying to gain composure because although i just let myself cry, i don’t feel proud of it.

“Abi you’re allowed to feel. you are a human being with emotions and you need to feel them.” i nod, a tear still making its way down my face. “i can’t give you advice until you speak to him. you’re right, this can’t go on anymore, but until you say something it will.”

“but-“ i begin

“but nothing. obviously he’s being an asshole right now but neither of you know where you stand and that’s confusing for both sides. you can’t keep this in anymore, it’s not normal nor is it healthy. okay?” he finishes, waiting for a response.

i sigh. “okay. not tonight though, i need to process what i’m gonna say i think.” i reply, pulling the blankets back up to my chin. “you can go hangout with them if you want i know i’m being annoying right now”

“don’t say stupid shit you’ll never annoy me.” he slaps my arm playfully, causing a smile to form on my face.

i don’t know why it feels so difficult to tell Matt how i feel. he’s my best friend. the only person in the world who knows everything about me, other than the fact that i’m in love with him. and it breaks my heart that i struggle to tell him.

i just wish it didn’t matter this much to me i wish i didn’t base my self worth off of how much a boy looks at me or if he’s excited about the things that make me happy. i’m nothing without him. i mean without Matt i don’t know who i am, and now he’s pushing me away all because of a stupid drunken fling

it breaks my heart that no matter how hard i’ve tried to suppress these feelings i’m forced to confront them. maybe i’m running away from what i feel, or maybe i’m choosing the safer option.

the option that’s supposed to leave me less hurt.

yet here i am with Nick sleeping beside me, trying to suppress more tears.

my heart rate increases and my breathing speeds up. god i feel so weak, so stupid, so hopeless.

if Matt were here he’d tell me to focus on my breath. he’d hold my hands and talk me through all my worries. he’d rub my back till i’ve fully calmed down and then do some stupid baby voice to cheer me up.

if he were here i’d be whole again, but he’s not, and i’m just here at three in the morning stressed and alone.

i need fresh air.

a/n: i kinda hate this i think but that’s okay lolz

taglist: @athaliahxoxo

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets fan fiction #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo

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y-so-hungry · 3 months

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Hungry Boy: Chapter 2

Summary: Adam has been hearing Joseph's poor belly growling all through his shift at the diner, and Adam finally asked if Joseph wanted to come to his place so he could feed him. Here's how that goes...

Notes: Hey everyone! This is a RP I did with someone, who wishes to remain anonymous, but was happy to share with you all our story! There will be 6 chapters, they're all part of a single rp and I had to break it into chapters to avoid the story being WAY too long for one post. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Tags (for the whole story, not just this chapter): hunger, stuffing, starved to stuffed, stomach growling, belly rubs, light bondage, masturbation, cooking, friends to lovers, M/M

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"Actually... I was wondering if maybe you would like to spend the evening at my place? You can eat there, we could talk... Maybe I could feed you?"

That last phrase had a certain amount of lust in it that Adam had not entirely meant for it to have, but at this point he couldn't take pretending for much longer.

If the diner were empty, Joseph swears he would’ve heard a pin drop at that exact moment. Did…he hear that right? Did Adam really say that? Oh God, does that mean he could see through him the entire time? He couldn’t have, he didn’t say anything to hint at it– his cheeks start to grow redder and his neck tingles with nerves and sweat.

It’s not just that Adam suggested it… it’s the fact that Joseph has thought about it more than once.

“…um…” he chokes out, mouth completely dry. “Can I– can I get back to you on that? I need the bathroom–”

His legs start moving before he’s even able to finish the sentence.

Adam opened his mouth, but once again Joseph had sped away before he could get a word out. Damn, did he mess up? It was hard to tell, Joseph was flustered certainly, but Adam wasn't sure if it was in a good way or not. His belly gurgled just then, annoyed at there being food in front of him and having only a fry to digest so far. He quickly started to dig into his food, his stomach grumbling hungrily with each swallow.

If Joseph wasn't out by the time he was done with his burger he'd go check on him.

Hurrying past the other employees, making sure not to make eye contact with any of them, Joseph slid into the employee bathrooms and promptly locked the door. He leans against the wall with a sigh, only to tense up as his stomach let loose many rumbling gurgles one after another. He cups his hands around it and closes his eyes.

“Fuck…” he sighs, feeling his legs cross over. “It feels so good…”

Only in his dreams could he imagine Adam asking him such a thing. Even the mere idea seemed foreign. To be fed by the person he’d been dreaming of kissing for months, especially with a stomach as empty and hollow as his, almost feels like a prank with some hidden camera that he has yet to find. God forbid it’s in the stall, this imaginary audience doesn’t need to see Joseph get off to his own belly making noises.

Just a few minutes, he thinks, letting the grumbles come out freely and biting back a moan. Just a bit longer and you can go out and tell him yes, you’d love to try that.

Adam meant to go back and check on Joseph once he was finished with his burger, but that didn't exactly go to plan. He'd been so hungry he kind of got lost in it, inhaling his burger and fries so quickly it took him a second to realize they were gone once he finished. By then he didn't want to stop, so he ate the chicken strips too, and was sucking down his milkshake before he remembered he'd meant to check on Joseph.

His stomach felt much better however, and very suddenly he seemed to have a lot more energy to be thinking about how hungry Joseph was right now, being that he was no longer distracted by the noises in his own belly. Gods how all he wanted was to rub his belly and feel it rumbling under his fingers, kiss him while his stomach growled. He wanted to feed him and stuff him full, make hunger and fullness feel equally amazing....

Jeez I hope my face isn't too red right now.

A few minutes pass, and with a calmer mind and (finally) a calmer belly, Joseph unlocks the door and steps back into the diner, heading straight for Adam's table once again.

"Hey Ad–" he begins, before doing a double take at the empty plates sat upon the table. Had Adam really eaten everything already? God, he must have been famished. Joseph is quick to recover, however. "Hey Adam. Um, so...I-I'm sorry for just leaving you like that, I just… had to think… and I think I'd like to give it a try."

"Really?" Adam says excitedly. "You want to? You're sure? Sorry if I was too forward, I was starving and I--Well honestly it's hard to think straight around you even when I'm not running on empty."

You're rambling. Pull it together Adam, he thought to himself.

Though he doesn't mean to, Joseph can't help but smile hopefully at Adam's words. Can't think straight? Is he confessing something? he thinks. He can think more about it later, now he has questions to answer.

"Y-you're fine, I promise. I just- I wasn't expecting it is all. Um, if you don't mind waiting until my shift is over, we could leave at the same time...if you want?"

"Of course! And hey, think about what you want to eat, yeah? Whether it's diner food or something homemade by your favorite chef," Adam gives an overly charming wink, "I'm happy to give that belly of yours whatever it wants."

The wink sends small shockwaves along Joseph's back, reaching right up to his neck. If his cheeks became any redder, he would look sunburnt. Not only that, his stomach gives off another grumble, only this time it's a lot calmer, still empty but not strong enough to make him wriggle. As silly as the idea sounds, he considers the possibility that it too is yearning for Adam in some way.

"That… that would be nice," he mumbles shyly. "Okay, um, I'll get back to serving the other customers. Don't want to leave them with empty bellies, heh. S-see you soon."

As he walks away, he feels a mental palm slap his forehead. Why did you say that?! Don't think about the other customers! he yells at himself. Maybe his hunger is still just as strong as earlier...

Adam smiles at the small grumble Joseph's stomach makes, enjoying knowing that it's grumbling for food that Adam will be feeding it now. "See you soon," he replies. He spends the rest of Joseph's shift gazing at him dreamily as he takes more orders, serves more food. His stomach gurgles a few more times as he passes Adam, and once again all Adam can think about is taking him home and feeling that hungry belly in his hands.

The last half an hour feels like forever to Joseph, despite there being fewer and fewer tables to serve. Maybe the hunger is starting to make him slow down? Or maybe he's just too eager to go back to Adam's place and be fed something– either way, Joseph lets out a relieved sigh as he slips into the back and unties his apron, placing the notebook and pen away and wrapping himself in his coat. Thankfully it's a lot thicker than his uniform, so the rumbles from his belly are muffled underneath. He practically sprints to Adam's table when he's back in the diner.

"You ready?" he asks eagerly.

Adam jumps up with a grin.

"Always. Want me to drive us there? Unless you'd rather drive yourself?" Part of him hoped he'd come with him, just so he could hear Joseph's belly grumbling along the way...

"Honestly, I think it's best if you drive–" Joseph places a hand on his belly absentmindedly, and surprisingly, it stays quiet. "I'm so hungry I don't think I'll be able to focus on the road."

"Aw you poor thing," Adam hums. He puts an arm around Joseph's waist as they walk out of the diner, his fingertips resting on the side of Joseph's stomach. "Is this alright?" he says in a low voice.

Joseph gasps, eyes darting down. It's happening, it's really happening- "Y-yes, yes, it's–k-keep it there, yes."

Suddenly, an idea pops into Joseph's head. With Adam's hand there, maybe he could… he quickly glances at Adam and, making sure to be as discreet as possible, he attempts to swallow a bubble of air and clench his stomach at the same time. The technique's worked before, maybe it'll work now?

"I'll get started on making you something to eat as soon as we get home," Adam says as they walk to his car. "I have plenty of ingredients for anything you might want, pasta, burgers, soup--" Suddenly Joseph's stomach interrupts him with a long, absolutely ravenous growl. He could feel the organ vibrating against his fingers, even through Joseph's coat, and before Adam could stop himself, his other hand had come out of his pocket and was resting against the front of Joseph's belly, feeling it rumbling under his hand.

"Man," Adam said a little breathlessly. "You're really starved aren't you? You sound so empty...."

The vibrations from his stomach against his ribs, along with Adam's hands pressing into his gut, makes Joseph's eyes slowly slip closed, or at least enough to where he could still see. Holy shit, that felt great. Depending on how hungry he feels on the way to Adam's house, he's unsure if he'll even make it.

"I am… I'm so empty…” he drawls, tensing slightly when he and Adam step outside. "...um, when we get to your car, can I tell you something?"

"Of-Of course!" Adam says, and he takes his hand away as they want to his car, a cold breeze in the air. Once they reach it he has to take his other hand away too, slightly disappointed he wouldn't be touching Joseph's belly anymore. When they got inside Adam turned on the car to warm it up and then turned to Joseph. "What's up? Everything alright?"

Joseph takes his seat and pulls the seatbelt over, taking a deep breath. This is what he's been waiting for… well, partially.

"Okay, so...this is gonna sound weird, but...since we're already planning on going back to your house, I figured now would be a good time to tell you, heh. Um… I-I kind of… like it when my stomach rumbles. Like, a lot. I-I don't know if I made it obvious in the diner, but–that's kinda why I was acting so weird. I felt like if I didn't go somewhere to calm down, I would've… well, y'know."

It's definitely embarrassing to talk about, but Joseph can't deny the weight that's been lifted. In fact, the relief causes his stomach to groan loudly again, long and drawn out, but he doesn't hold back his pleasured humming.

"But fuck, does it feel good…” he moans, eyes closed in bliss.

Adam blinks, staring wide eyed at Joseph for a moment, hearing his words but having a hard time believing them. It feels a bit too good to be true.

Adam reaches over and places his hand on Joseph's stomach as it rumbles again, and he smiles.

"Feels good to me too," he says. He laughs at the surprise on Joseph's face and continues. "I actually have the same thing oddly enough. Usually I like it when other people's stomachs are rumbling though. Sometimes it's nice when I'm hungry--I mean when both our bellies were growling back in the diner I could barely keep it together--but something about seeing you so hungry… I don't know what it is but I can't get enough of it."

Adam’s hand on his belly makes Joseph bite his lower lip, unable to keep his eyes off of it. God, if only he were alone right now; he’d have so much material to work with in his head. For now, he’s okay with simply wriggling around in his seat as Adam’s fingers press deeper into his rumbling gut.

“I’ve… definitely got a loud stomach, that’s for sure,” he hums. “You know, I don’t know if this is weird to admit but… when our stomachs were rumbling in the diner, it was like I was living one of my fantasies. I don’t know if I, uh, still need to admit it at this point but… I think about you sometimes. When my belly growls.”

"Oh yeah?" Adam says, his voice growing low as he began to rub slow circles into Joseph's middle. "What do you think about?"

“Oh God–” Joseph’s voice wavers as Adam’s hand works in circles across his stomach. This is the dream. “Well…I think about you overhearing it and… asking if I’m hungry. I think about you rubbing it, and poking it when it growls… I… I think about you sitting on it and… mhh…”

His stomach gently whines, and his legs become a little tighter.

"Aww, hungry boy," Adam purrs. "Getting so worked up already, and we haven't even started the night yet." He pats Joseph's belly and moves his hand away with a smile as he puts the car into drive. "Wait til I get you home, I'll tease that hungry belly all you want."

Joseph feels a shiver run up his back at the thought. Pull yourself together, he thinks to himself. You don't want to waste it all in his car; you'll get even more at his house.

"Thank you..." Joseph says, feels much more relaxed than earlier. "Maybe I'll work up a few growls on the way there. Might try that air swallowing thing again..."

"Air swallowing thing--hang on, have you figured out how to make your stomach growl?" Adam says, a laugh of surprise and delight in his chest. "Damn you're a fuckin dream come true."

Joseph feels a chuckle rise out of him. "That huge one you felt in the diner? That was… yeah, heh. Hold on–"

He leans back, closing his eyes in preparation, and starts gulping continuously. After about six swallows, he clenches his stomach in and manages to put out one long, ear splitting grumble that lasts for a few seconds. Even when he relaxes his stomach continues to gurgle.

"God…” he sighs dreamily. "I'd teach you how to do it, but...if you did it now I think you'd just end up burping, heh."

"Jesus--you sound so hungry it's making me lose my mind, I can't wait to get home and make you even hungrier…” He leans his head back, still looking at the road, but finding he needs to shift in his seat a bit due to the sounds of Joseph's stomach. "What do you want me to feed you, hungry boy?"

"Hm..." Joseph licks his lips, a few ideas coming to mind. "You know, I don't know if this sounds weird, but… when I saw what you ordered sitting right in front of you, I couldn't help but think about what it'd feel like sitting in your stomach– how nice it would feel. Then you mentioned cooking for me and–"

The thought makes his stomach rumble deeply.

"...would you be able to cook the same meal for me? At least, whatever you have the ingredients for."

Adam smiled. "You got it. I bet your belly will be growling so much from the smell of the burgers… Poor thing will be ravenous by the time everything is ready."

A moment later they pulled into Adam's driveway and they got out of the car. Adam unlocked his door and opened it, giving a dramatic gesture for Joseph to go inside. "After you, dearest."

The gesture makes Joseph roll his eyes playfully, but he can't deny that Adam's new pet name sends shockwaves through his heart. "You're too kind, honey," he teases back, stepping inside.

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kitcatttt · 11 days

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Serious post.

Hi guys. I know you guys are probably surprised to hear from me considering my last post, and no, I’m not back permanently, but there is something I feel I need to make a post about.

Disclaimer: Do not harass the user mentioned in this post, I do not wish any harm onto them.

If you have been in the TPC community since January of this year, you know about the drama involving the user Cintagonisupset. If you’ve been keeping up with his blog (only reason I have is because I do 100% expect him to make another post about me and/or my friends) you would have seen one, or both of these posts.

Now, you might be wondering, why am I bringing these up? Both of these situations are extremely unfortunate, and they would be, if he wasn’t lying.

I know that it’s a bold claim to make, but it isn’t inaccurate. I may not have concrete confirmation of him lying, but I have more than enough evidence.

For the first image, he legit just- didn’t leave tumblr. He just pinned that post and kept on tumblr like normal. For the ENTIRE time he was supposedly gone, he was still reblogging posts, just putting in tags that he was “still gone”. After about,, maybe a week or so his pinned post was back to the usual one and he was posting like normal. Not to mention, a little ways through that whole leaving tumblr bs he had changed the pinned post to this. “I hope y’all bitches burn in hell” (actual picture to be added once I fucking find it AUGH)

(UPDATE I GOT IT) And the second image? He claimed. To have to be sent to a mental hospital because of a mental breakdown. That is EXTREMELY serious. Do you know how in need of help you need to be to be admitted to a mental hospital? Do you know how horrid that would be to fake? Now, I haven’t been to a mental hospital myself, but I have several friends who have. Hell, I even have a IRL friend who has been to one AND has written a 10 page research paper on them. They have all stated to me that they wouldn’t let a patient keep their phone, and my IRL has stated that the wait times there would most likely keep them in the hospital for longer than they supposedly were in there.

All of this alone isn’t enough for me to claim that he faked it, seeing as he is in Canada and I’m in the US, and they most likely operate different than here. But you know what is? The fact that he has deleted EVERY SINGLE POST HE HAS MADE ABOUT HIM BEING IN THE HOSPITAL. Sure, he could’ve gotten out early, but why delete all of the posts about it, and not at the very least make an update post on his condition? I know for a fact that there are still people that care about him, and not making a post about his condition when he CLEARLY has the ability to be on tumblr seeing as he deleted all his posts mentioning the hospital is extremely suspicious, and basically proves that he has ulterior motives for making these posts.

What do I think these motives are? Well, I believe that he is trying to make anyone who checks his blog that was involved in the drama against him think that he’s gone, so that they stop checking his blog for good. Then he gets rid of or hides/buries the posts and goes on with life like nothing happened. I honestly don’t blame him for trying this, as trying to get out of drama with desperate tactics isn’t that surprising and is not that odd of a response. BUT LYING ABOUT GETTING SENT TO A MENTAL HOSPITAL??? YOU REALLY COULDN’T THINK OF ANYTHING BETTER??? Honestly, it makes me sick. Seeing someone fake something as SERIOUS as that. Makes me sick.

I do not wish harm on him. I wish for him to heal. I wish for him to get the help that he needs. From his repeated behavior, there appears to be something wrong with him mentally. While I do not enjoy claiming this, it’s the most logical explanation seeing as he’s been doing shit like this FOR OVER 4 YEARS. He genuinely needs professional help, and I pray that he gets it. But for now, all we can do is defend ourselves if he decides he wants to attack us yet again.

And a personal message to Cintagonisupset, if he just so happens to be reading this. Your actions severely upset me. This post has not been made to wish ill will onto you, but to bring to light something that you have done wrong, that is genuinely disgusting in my opinion. You have made callout posts for way less. Again, I do not wish any harm onto you, so do not wish any harm onto me. Or do. It’s just more evidence against you.

If anyone has read this far, thank you. Once again, do not harass Cintagonisupset, that is not the purpose of this post. Thank you, and have a wonderful rest of your day.

#cintagonisupset #drama

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fahbev · 3 months

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Hi! Saw you jumped on the tim hate train, welcome to the club! Aplarently you're Damian fan, which is good bc hes also one of the characters who's hit by tim's..woobification? Victimization(???) while simultaneously being the bestest, most competent batfam member. You Damian fans honestly have my respect for the pure amount of shit Damian gets because of tim.

hi lmao. Thanks xD. I usually try to keep all my negativity off of the internet, but last night I was going the anti Tim drake tag bc my frustration was flaring up. At first i was collecting posts by liking them instead of rb, then I was replying, and then at some point... “Fuck it. I want this on my blog.”

(This is gonna be a ramble btw, I don’t care abt making a good post rn.)

I used to be fine with Tim! I think the whole thing was a lot less prominent in the dpxdc fandom bc DANNY was the fan favorite/community elected woobie, but then I kinda moved out and... well. It still took awhile for this issue to seep in bc those Tim fans (you know the ones) are certainly a minority, but I just don’t think you can be a Damian fan for longer than a few months without getting frustrated.

Nowadays I refuse to read anything tagged with any variation of “Tim Drake angst” that features the batfam. Timkon fics are usually just fine though.

Actually— recently? Shit’s been bothering me so bad that I don’t wanna risk reading fics that have Tim in the first relationship tag at all. He’s gotta at most be in the second one. Ship fics are again an exception, but I don’t tend to seek out ship fics much anyway.

But, like I said, I usually keep it to myself. Every time i catch myself venting in the tags I either screenshot the tags and delete, or I delete and retype them. I put them into a private notes document. I also journal in there a lot instead of posting it.

That document is pretty long.

I do wanna say that there’s nothing wrong with what tim fans are doing. It is fun to woobify your fave. It’s fun to prop them up and tear others down and make everything about your blorbo and it is harmless. I do it too (usually in my daydreams). It’s a fantasy, and that’s what fanfiction is for. People who act like it’s “problematic” are wrong. That doesn’t mean it’s not annoying. Because it is. It’s annoying as all fuck.

Also wanna mention that I once read a damian fic that like... started off with some delicious whump, but then it turned into a whole Damian pity party and it guilt tripped all his friends and family. Damian IS my blorbo and I couldn’t read that. I didn’t even know who Maps was at the time but it seemed so bizarre to throw her under the bus. Anyway I feel like that’s what a quite large portion of Tim fic is like except a bit less extreme.

I used to tell myself that “ohhh it’s just a rivalry. I’m sure Tim fans get the same shit in reverse all the time” but I literally NEVER see it in the other direction and spend the most of my time in Damian circles. The only time I see tim hate from damian fans is frustration at those particular fans in response to it or in response to favoritism of authors.

I mean i saw a good chunk of it last night, but what else can I expect from the anti tim drake tag?

It’s actually funny how most of the stuff in anti tags is polarized hate shitting on the character with a lot of bad takes, but in tims anti tag it was almost exclusively frustration from Damian and Jason fans, and usually pretty mild takes. Also people calling Tim boring.

Ngl, Idk much about Jason. I’m familiar with his fanon, but the only comic i’ve read that featured him in a major way was Gotham War. I don’t know him well, and I don’t have too much interest in him. However, I hate “Jason falls over in guilt and kisses Tim’s fingers begging for forgiveness” type posts in solidarity. It’s yucky.

Anyway, I didn’t even mean to get on this anti tim train you speak of, It just sorta leaked out of my vent doc. Don’t expect me to keep posting about it.

but also... don’t not expect it. It might happen.

Even so, my dms are absolutely open for Timothy Drake related frustration! I’m pretty tired of being nice to him.

#anti tim drake #ask #i may delete this later #i might also delete all my anti tim posts #i might also continue hating on him #depends on my mood #also lmao idr how much i rbed you but your blog was the source of so many of the anti tim posts

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iheartchv · 1 year

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Imagine...

You've known the turtles and their friends for a while. You have feelings for a certain turtle, and he's aware of that. He has feelings for you, too. You both are adults, you know what you want, and know the hardships that are to come. Shredder has risen in power, his army many, causing an apocalyptic war between mutants and humans. Since then, you and your turtle crush hasn't had any time to be together. Duty came first. Sure, you talked briefly over police speakers Donnie had rigged, but that wasn't the same as actually talking face to face. One thing he also told you, because Splinter had told his sons....

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"Ninjas are forbidden to love..."

"I know. You've said this before..."

He saw the sadness, the loneliness, in your eyes. He never wanted to make you feel that way. He sighed deeply and made you look at him.

"That doesn't stop my heart from thinking about you though."

He told you that he was going to join a resistance group that has stayed hidden from Shredder and his goons. He was going to war. You had tried arguing with him, telling him it was dangerous.

"What if you never come back? What if something happens and we never see each other again?"

He was silent for a short moment, and finally said,"Even if our paths never meet, or you get over me and move on, just know that... no one will ever treat you, love you, for the beautiful goddess you are. Any man would be lucky to have you to treasure and hold."

Your heart pounded so much it hurt to breath. The thought of losing him was too much to bear. You cared for him too much.

You started again,"I'll never meet someone like you again. You're my man," you confessed.

His heart hurt, as well. He wanted to be happy, more happy than what he was feeling right now. He wanted to tell you that he was going to come back and always be by your side, but he learned to not keep promises that he wasn't for certain to keep. However, hearing you say that you loved him warmed his soul that dreaded the war ahead.

He couldn't help it. His heart, his entire being was consumed by you. "Y/N..." he barely whispered. He kissed you so sweetly, so slowly, wanting to memorize the taste of your lips. His arms wrapped around you, wanting you so close. He needed your warmth, your love right now. He needed you.

"I want to spend every minute we have together. And right now... I want to make love to you." He paused for a second. "Do you want that?"

His eyes... oh, you couldn't resist the tenderness in his eyes. There was life again where there was once something dull, dead. Since Splinter's passing, he hadn't been himself. But the eyes staring back at you was the ones you missed. Your heart swelled with love for this turtle man. Yes, you wanted him, in the most intimate of ways.

"Yes, I want that. Make love to me. Please..."

He kissed you more passionately this time while laying you back onto your bed, with a mission in mind. And that was to love, touch and kiss every inch of you.

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So this turned out to be a bit longer than I wanted, but... I'm just exercising my brain and looking through my drafts to finish before moving on to my inbox ( it wont take long ) Hope you liked it c:

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jitterbugjive · 4 months

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So, some people may have noticed this but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to bring attention to it and I wanted people to just assume it was someone theorizing. But it appears someone from my ex friend circle whom I had trusted with certain details of how Discord Whooves would end decided to stoop to a lower than low level and ruin the ending for anyone who stumbled on their posts that had been made on a blog made specifically to post spoilers and tag them with common tags Discord Whooves uses. I’m sure it was out of sheer spite towards me and the people who dared to support my work.

Saying bad things about me and things I’ve done and said, okay that’s justifiable. But going out of their way to take something I once trusted them with because I thought we were close friends, and then throwing it out for the world to see out of revenge against me and anyone following me? That’s just petty, immature, and a really low blow to make. Even if I really hated someone, I would never reveal their harmless secrets to the world just to get back at them. There’s a chance to be the better person, and at least have some code of ethics to know when it’s going too far. I deserved to be called out. I didn’t deserve to have my 12 years of work undermined by a vindictive person who can’t move forward, and my fans didn’t deserve it either because they are not even involved in this drama.

There is a point where revenge goes too far and one crosses over into just being villainously cruel.

It’s sad, and really pathetic that someone thinks they have to do everything in their power to screw me over in some way instead of trying to actually recover and get past the point of obsession over wanting to get back at me all the time.

I’m sorry the whole world isn’t against me like you want it to be. I’m sorry a lot of people believe in recovery and the fact that I feel terrible enough already about my shitty actions in the past and am doing everything in my power to avoid anything like that happening ever again. I’m sorry I’m not being bombarded by hoards of angry people calling me names and telling me to kill myself. I’m sorry my feeling horrible isn’t enough to satiate you and all you want is to see me suffer.

It’s been years now. YEARS. For the sake of your own mental well being, just cut me out of your life completely and stop obsessing over me. You already won. I am constantly in a state of panic thinking of this shit and how else it’s going to come and bite me in the ass. I lost the comic website I depended on, I’ve lost a huge chunk of my readership and no longer really have my ‘popular’ status. (very rarely get fan art, not being bombarded by asks constantly, no longer receive fan mail, original projects aren’t catching on very well) Selling commissions has gotten increasingly more difficult. My insomnia is worse than ever and I have to take heavy duty sedatives just to sleep because my mind won’t stop spiraling about this stuff. I cannot go a single day without feeling guilt, regret, self hatred, and doubt and wishing hopelessly that I just never did those things. I have severe trust issues and have almost no one I can feel comfortable enough sharing anything personal or story related with which was just made even WORSE by these recent actions, and I haven’t been able to form new bonds with anyone in years either.

I know I hurt you badly, I know what I did was incredibly wrong and irresponsible, and I don’t know how it’s affected you over the years but this rage and anger is not good for anyone. I don’t hate you. I just want you to be able to move on and learn to be healthy and happy and no longer stuck thinking about me and how much you hate me and want me to fall. I don’t want to be hurting you by just existing and trying to move on with my own life, and I wish there was something- ANYTHING I could do to bring you peace.

But the only one who can ultimately bring you peace is yourself. So you can keep on trying to claw and bite and drag me down with you, or you could be the better person and try to just move forward and put the past in the past where it belongs.

I’m not mad. I’m just incredibly disappointed. I would have thought you were better than this, but I was wrong. I was wrong to ever even trust you as a friend, and I wish we were never friends to begin with, or even ever met, and I’m sure you feel the same way.

#vent #drama

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headspace-hotel · 2 years

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Your posts about literary poetry are so strange to me, haha, because I also read a lot a lot of "literary" poetry and... it DOES save my life? A lot? Like that "Pigs" poem, I actually shared it with my bookish friends, because yes, the fleshy meat metaphors are overdone imo, but it was also a really vivid portrait of the way that growing up in a low-income rural area ties into these intrusive, distorted thoughts about self-worth that keep re-occuring throughout the poem. Carter isn't a (1)

favorite poet of mine by any means but also I think it's kind of unfair to reduce him to just disconnected images and cynicism. Some of the most popular poets in literary magazines today, Rupi Kaur aside, which I DO think is objectively bad poetry, are slam poets, and there's an urgency and joy and spokenness to their work that is just completely unseen in English poetry before rap re-infused the poetry scene. Personally I'm so so glad we've moved from the discrete single beautiful (2)

images of 19th century poetry that really do say nothing about social or interpersonal relation, and if you want to hear actual crushing nihilism, that's what the modernists are for. And I promise you both of those genres still exist and get published even on big poetry aggregators like Poetry Daily. It's okay not to like it and I know you've said before that you wish more poetry was rhymed and metered, but that doesn't mean poetry that isn't to your taste is bad? (3/4)

(PS sorry for being on anon I'm on a friend's phone but I don't want you to think this is anon hate where I don't want to own up to my identity, I'm wherewords) (4/4)

We are probably just going to have to agree to disagree on this one but also, I don't dislike individual poems quite as much as I dislike the broad trends

I believe I have read way more literary poems than is recommended, good, normal, or healthy, and there's a post in my poetry tag somewhere that breaks down what I hate most about literary poems in better depth (which I will probably reblog again), but I went through this evolution of my thoughts on it:

When I was taking my "intermediate" poetry class, I was genuinely intrigued and delighted by the range of things you could do with words that I was seeing in all the poems we were reading, and a lot of poems truly felt neat and impactful, and I liked interpreting them and learning to "see" meaning in them.

And then when I was taking my "advanced" poetry class, I started getting more and more critical, and I started to hate what reading these poems was doing to my own writing style.

And then a year later I read like every literary magazine my college library had because...okay long story but I was spending hours every day holed up in the library and that experience turned my existing skepticism into outright disdain

Because listen...there is an initial shimmer to the way unexpected combinations of words and images, like "lemon-lime grieving" or "cumulonimbus cancer" or "ontological algae" plink around in your brain, but after seeing Unexpected Combinations of words thrown together a million times, I started to think most of the meaning I read in literary poems was a kind of pareidolia.

So many poems have no intelligible complete thoughts in them, no consistent entities that are referred to more than once, no narrative, no images that persist longer than the phrases they are in

And it's not bad for art to be open to interpretation, but I had to write detailed journal entries about poems from Poetry Daily for my last class and a lot of this poetry just falls apart like a sandcastle the more you try to analyze it, because there is ultimately nothing there.

Like I said, I've said it all before more articulately. There is a lot more to my dislike of literary poetry. But one thing that really, really put the nail in the coffin for me was finding out that InferKit (a neural network you can feed text for it to complete) could consistently generate "poems" that were indistinguishable from published works by people with PhDs, that could be interpreted and analyzed the same way.

And to an extent I love the role of randomness in art! I think it's cool that humans see patterns in things and assemble narratives! I think it's an unavoidable part of art, and a lot of the "aliveness" of art lies in that indeterminacy!

But it feels like some sort of scam that so many artists with PhDs and MFAs are getting paid to write stuff that barely requires a human writer because the reader is doing so much of the work of interpretation. I'm sick and tired of seeing shapes! I'm not reading tea leaves! Communicate something dammit!

There is also the voyeuristic obsession with the trauma of minorities, the cruelty this is to so many poets that they're expected to constantly write about things that hurt them, the indistinguishable nature of so many writing styles, and the large number of poems that are mostly riding on getting a gross-out reaction from the reader, but I've explained all that in other posts

I don't know what to say. Like, all these poets are being read and circulated in environments where there's a pre-loaded expectation of interpretation and of taking the poet seriously. I'm going to call it crowd-sourced pareidolia because...yeah, I believe that's what it is sometimes. And if a poem has nothing to say to the version of me with no college education, the version of me that is skeptical, or the version of me that wants to hear a real voice that has something compelling them, I don't like it.

#poetry #literary poetry #poems

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