#really happy with this actually! feelin good about getting back into this

[a-ridgeback]

selling this flamin hot beast!!!! (900g)

#flight rising #fr #fr art #my art #dragon sales #dragons for sale #(but its just one) #really happy with this actually! feelin good about getting back into this

[waggledoogledoggle]

⚠️Spoilers for Hazbin ep 4⚠️

⚠️Also, this post will talk about Abuse and SA, it is briefly mentioned a few times throughout the rest of this… whole long thingy I wrote⚠️

⚠️Also, brief mention of the scene where someone tried to drug Angel⚠️

Ok, I am just genuinely baffled at the people who somehow find a way to hate on 'Loser, Baby'.

Like, if you don't like Huskerdust that's fine... but 'Loser, Baby' is not overshadowing/brushing off Angel's SA. It's not victim blaming. And it's not Husk telling Angel to just shut up and get over it.

Like I've seen it so much, and you know what? Fuck it. Welcome to my TedTalk on why it's not all of those things.

For starters: Husk doesn't know about Angel's SA

When Angel has his vulnerable outburst (Side note, props to Blake I mean, they said 'take 5' he heard 'change lives') he talks about how he feels like he has to act the way he does to keep Valentino happy because he stupidly sold his soul to him. That he wants to get drugged up because that’s his escape. That he wants to be broken because maybe, just maybe Val will let him go. He wants to be free, but he can't and he has no one to blame but himself.

"What's the worst part of this hell, I can only blame myself" is literally the pre chorus to his song (Poison), and that is what he shares with Husk.

Not once does he bring up his abuse or SA. If he did, do you think a song would have even happened? Look how Husk reacted when someone tried to drug Angel's drink! Now that Husk actually genuinely cares about him? Dead. Dead. Valentino would be dead.

We as the audience know more than the other characters. We were given the insight of Angel's true trauma.l that he deals with on the daily. You can't get upset at a character for not knowing something they would have no way of knowing unless it was shared with them.

Moving onto the song itself, it's a song of empathy.

Allow me to explain.

Husk pinpoints perfectly what Angel is feeling in this moment:

"So things look bad, and your back's against the wall Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall Can't face the world sober and dopeless You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked"

When Husk starts singing, you can tell that Angel is expecting Husk to pull the whole "But that's not true! It's not hopeless! You're life's not wrecked!" and is very surprised when Husk doesn't.

Instead, Husks says "Yeah. You're right." And this is when a lot of the haters get angry- but hold on a second.

When someone is feeling all of those things, saying things like "That's not true! You'll be ok!" aren't helpful at all. That's brushing it off. Even if it may be true, that doesn't help anyone when they're feeling like hopeless, lost, losers.

Because that's sympathy, not empathy. Sympathy is feeling for someone, and trying to make them feel better. Empathy, is not trying to make them feel any certain way- better or worse- empathy is simply feeling with someone. And that's what Husk does.

During the first chorus, Husk is clearly teasing Angel a bit while doing so, but not without good reason. It's keeping Angel from closing back up again, he's being a little bit silly with him and teasing him. I mean, did you see the silly lil walk he did crossing in front of Angel? And Angel is super confused because he's like "how tf is this supposed to make me feel better??"

That's the thing. It's not. That's sympathy's job, not empathy's. Empathy just want's you to feel felt with, it doesn't want to tell you how to feel. And adding that bit of silliness gives Angel's vulnerability a chance to breathe and it prevents Angel from closing in on himself.

The next verse, pre-chorus, and chorus is when the empathy though really kicks in.

The next verse, is the first part of empathy: Sharing about a similar experience you went through.

In this verse, now that Angel is listening not just hearing, Husk shares that he has been gruesomely damaged. Calling back to what he shared literally seconds before the song. That he knows what it's like to sign away your soul, and constantly look back at it with huge amounts of regret. That knowing that moment is what turned him into the mess he is today, and that he has no one to blame but himself. Just like Angel.

Then in the pre-chorus where there's the whole:

"I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak Haha! And you think that makes you unique? Get outta here, man!"

That isn't Husk telling Angel to get over himself and this isn’t him undermining what Angel’s been through. That's him saying 'I did too, you're not alone’

And then the very simple word change from "you're" to "we're" in the chorus is SO FREAKING HUGE. Because Husk is essentially saying "You feel like a total loser right now. Ok. Then if what happened to you/what you went through makes you a loser, then I'm a loser too. Let's be loser's together." Instead of trying to make Angel stop feeling like he's a hopeless loser, he decides that he is too.

He meets Angel where he is.

Aka: ✨empathy✨

Angel finally feels seen, understood, felt with. All the goals of empathy. He no longer feels alone in what he is struggling with, which is HUGE! Especially for people going through/dealing with SA and abuse.

The bridge of the song, is also extremely important, because this is where they acknowledge the differences in what they're going through. Their root problem is the same, but how it messed up their lives and created the problems they deal with now are completely different

And that's around when the song begins to shift from just Husk showing empathy and comforting Angel, to them both finding comfort in each other.

Which you can clearly see by the chorus under the umbrella, where it's not just one of them singing the chorus, but it's both of them. Because they have found a place to go to and confide in, a place of comfort, with each other.

Like, I am genuinely concerned that people find this song toxic like... have- have you never experienced empathy before? Are you ok?

So yeah, to wrap this up, if you don’t like ‘Loser, Baby’ just because you don’t like the song in general? That’s fine (odd, but fine)

But if you hate it because it “undermines Angel’s experience and what he goes through” I…

words.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

#Welp #ADHD stole my phone again #I’m so normal about them #the songs been out for a day how the hell have I analyzed it this much already tf #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin hotel #HH #HH spoilers #hazbin hotel spoilers

[bagsyy]

ONLY FOOLS RUSH IN

warnings! 18+ mdni, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), slight throatfucking/overstim if you squint, cum swallowing, lovesick atsumu. 1.6k words not proofread at all because if i look at it again i’ll throw up. happy birthday atsumu<3

atsumu’s brain has felt hazy for a while now. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started though. he didn’t have the mental fortitude to. he’s not sure if it began when he saw a glimpse of you getting ready in the bathroom. you were sitting atop the counter wearing one of his shirts as you curled your eyelashes. you pretended to scold him for daring to look at you before the wedding.

“it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, dummy. if we ever get divorced it’s gonna be your fault” you say, hitting the tube of mascara against the heel of your palm.

“want me to piss with my eyes closed?” atsumu snaps his head at you. “i’m not that talented, baby.”

“you know what? i think i’m actually getting cold feet. maybe we shouldn’t get married.” atsumu is silent for a moment before he leans back and pokes his head through the crack in the door. “really? they seemed pretty warm to me when you were beggin me to book the next flight here. ‘i just wanna get married, tsumu! i don’t wanna wait! i’ll marry you right now.’” he mocks you in a high-pitched voice.

“that is not what i sound like! can you save the theatrics for when you’re not actively pissing?” you side eye him, unable to prevent yourself from letting out a soft laugh. “m’trying to get ready, atsumu. i don’t wanna look ugly when we get married in front of an elvis impersonator.”

“sweetheart, we both know that’s impossible” atsumu says as he walks to the sink next to where you’re sat atop the bathroom counter. “you tryin to look good for another man? you’re killin me” atsumu’s honey colored eyes lock with yours, and you swear he’s never looked more lovesick in his life.

it was only after that, he decided, that you were really killing him.

it was his idea to do a “first look” in the hotel room before the two of you left to get hitched. his argument was that a lot of people get married in las vegas, what if he loses you in the crowd and he accidentally marries the wrong person because he can’t remember the dress you were wearing?

your phone is propped up on the window, hidden from atsumu’s view but still in the perfect position to capture this moment. the two of you are standing back to back, and you can feel him getting antsy as he clenches and unclenches his hands, fiddling with the sleeves of his suit. it’s cute, really, how soft atsumu gets when he’s with you. his heart never ceases to pound every time you take his hand in yours and squeeze it three times. when you kiss the crease between his furrowed eyebrows when his stress is visibly consuming him. when it’s 3 in the morning and you can’t sleep, so you softly whisper atsumu’s name until he wakes up and you beg him to stay up with you so you have someone to talk to.

“okay. we turn around on three.” you reach behind you, searching for atsumu’s hand with your own. his fingers intertwine with yours as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, feeling the absolute rock on your left hand brush against his knuckles. “one, two, three” you turn around to face each other, and atsumu looks like he’s about to pass out. the two of you are completely unable to form any coherent thoughts, just softly laughing in shock as you take each other in.

atsumu looks handsome as ever, messy blonde hair styled into something more neat and presentable. he looks like a husband, you think to yourself. you imagine a day where the two of you are sat out on your front porch, watching the sun setting over the horizon as soft beams of light glimmer on the laugh lines and crows feet adorning atsumu’s face. and you swear you’ll love him then just as much as you do right now.

atsumu smoothes his hands over his suit jacket. “damn baby, i’m feelin a little underdressed next to you.” you don’t miss how his voice quivers ever so slightly. “you didn’t tell me you were gonna look this gorgeous.”

your hand is still in his, and he lifts your arm up to get a better look at you. your dress is simple, satin, knee length with a slight v-neckline. it’s not the most intricate dress, but it’s timeless. elegant. you’re wearing a simple gold necklace, one that atsumu gave you, that sits pretty on your collarbones. his favorite part about your entire getup is, by far, your veil. it’s secured to your hair with a pretty white bow and stops just a little bit past your shoulders. atsumu wipes the smallest tear from the corner of his eyes and sniffles a little bit before pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you. in typical atsumu fashion, his hand slides down to grab a handful of your ass and you jump in surprise. “c’mon let’s make you a miya” atsumu grins.

the next two hours are a complete blur. you were all satin and soft skin, and atsumu felt like he was going to pass out at any given moment. he hardly remembers anything, really. he’s extremely grateful that you found a chapel that included a recording of the ceremony in the cost, because the only thing he can remember at this very moment is the man in the pink suit and aviator glasses telling him to kiss his bride. he’s been ready to marry you for nearly as long as he’s loved you, and there was nothing else going on inside his little brain besides making you his wife.

but now, here in this hotel room, he’s sure he’s been lobotomized.

“atsumu” you pout as you pull away from his cock, resting your head against his toned thigh. “you’re gonna rip my veil.” your hand squeezes his sensitive tip, demanding his attention.

“shit, shit baby m’sorry. just tryin to hold it for you” he throws his head back into the pillow, upset by the sudden loss of warmth from your mouth. “i’ll buy you another one just—please. please baby” he whines. “what kinda wife would leave me hangin like that?” he peers down at you, grinning ever so slightly. it’s amazing how he still manages to be cocky when you have him like this.

“what kind of husband-” you pause, softly nipping his inner thigh, placing a feather light kiss on it as an apology, “-rips his wife’s veil because he can’t keep still when his dick is in her mouth?”

“said m’sorry” he whines, throwing one of his arms over his eyes. you place more kisses along his inner thigh, slowly making your way back to his cock. you kiss the base of his shaft, trailing all the way up to his leaky tip. it jumps with every single kiss. “do something. please, angel.”

you give in, lightly licking the underside of his dick before taking him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around him and he bucks into you, fat tip hitting the back of your throat. atsumu groans as you swallow around him. you try your best not to gag, but atsumu is too fucking big. no matter how many times you’ve done this, it still takes you a second to become fully accustomed to him.

“god damn baby, shit” atsumu’s lower abdomen begins to twitch as you continue to bob your head. “so pretty. y’look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. so fuckin’ messy.” and he’s right. between the heated makeout session that led up to this and the sheer amount of spit that’s on atsumu’s dick, what’s left of your crimson red lipstick is smeared all over the both of your faces, on his thighs, near the base of his cock. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

your hand left hand strokes what can’t fit in your mouth as you continue to swipe your tongue on the underside of his fat pink tip, and your right hand moves to cup his balls. he looks so fucking pretty like this. you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every pretty sound your husband makes. you moan around him, and his hand grips your hair (and veil) just a little bit tighter. atsumu is whimpering at this point, face beet red as he looks down at you.

“gonna make me cum. please make me cum. you gonna swallow, pretty girl?”

you let out a soft hum, giving him an unspoken “yes.” he doesn’t last much longer after that, spilling his seed into your mouth with a deep groan. he moans your name and babbles something about how much he loves his pretty wife, how you’re so perfect, so good for him. you swallow everything he gives you, and you kiss his tip as you take him out of your mouth. not being able to resist the urge, you start to jerk him off, and he lets out a choked sob.

“okay, okay. s’enough. it’s enough baby, fuck” he tugs on his blonde hair, back arching.

“oh? is it, though?” you coo at him, admiring the way he looks right now. he constantly does the same shit to you, eating you out until your legs lock and you can’t stop shaking. but when he’s the one on the receiving end, he’s far whinier.

atsumu grabs you by your wrist and pulls you on top of him before you can overstimulate him any further. you yelp as you fall onto his chest, placing your head on his shoulder. “wanna kiss my wife now” he pouts, tilting his head to kiss you. he can taste himself on your tongue and it makes him sigh into your mouth. he runs his fingers down your back, tracing the curvature of your spine. “that was some of your best work, mrs. miya.”

#remember when i said trashy vegas wedding w atsumu? #remember #this post is sponsored by orange celsius and za #sorry for making atsumu so pathetic it’s because he is pathetic #thank you to my baby leah for entertaining my atsumu brainrot for the past month #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu miya smut #en ess eff double you

[tokio-motel]

CUZ UR HOT

N UR COLD

YA YES

THEN UR NO

UR IN THEN UR OUT

UR UP THEN UR DOWNN

i hate katy perry

anywayyyyyy

AHEM

lemme get theeeee biskit. chickon.(gonna need that bill headcanons or full fic baby i do not carreeeee)

sooooo imagine bill usually is on the bottom right?(weird to imagine ik) and at one point he asks reader if he can try topping for once like jus to give it a try for the next time and i can imagine he’s a lil nervous abt it ykyk😔

not stuttering much or anything he’s jus like ‘ay can i do wat u do🥹🙏🏾’ and readers prolly like ‘ion gaf’ and bill is prolly so happy n shi and when it’s time to get freaky asl bill is a tinyyy bit nervous but he jus does what reader does to him for like touching n shi(feelin his hips and waist up, marking him, whispering praise when they whimper etc etc) and i can imagine it’s also reader first time on the bottom too so he’s all sensitive n shit bro😇

and when it’s time for bill to do the thrust thrust 3000😈😈😈 reader is moaning whining and whimpering ALL over the place and so is bill like this is different bill is adoring how he’s never heard these sounds n shi from his bf and like the way he’s reacting with his body bru and bill probably can’t fucking stop💀💀 like maybe 4 or 5 rounds in he’s like ‘wait no no no one more time i promise it’s the last time this time’ like he’s ADDICTED. and prolly by the end he prolly gonna top for a whileeeee

i wanna listen to kesha bro

anyways this long ASF I LOVE YOU HONEY🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

BILL KAULITZ X READER: TOPPING

contains nsfw themes; don't like don't read.

・He's fantasized about..topping you before.

・Really- he can’t stop thinking about it. He often finds himself daydreaming about all the different things he would do, the things he would say..

・He's tried to ask you before about the thought, but he'd get nervous and brush it off.

・Eventually he found the courage to ask you, gulping audibly as you sat infront of him with an almost concerned look.

"So uhm...so about uhm..I was wondering if I could...you know..top sometime? Just to try it out and.. "

・He trails off, sheepishly looking at you. He watches your eyebrow quirk up slightly and he exhales slowly, he's scared for what you'll say and how you'll react and-

"I don't care."

・When the time comes he feels a bit nervous and slightly worried but just decides to go with what his mind tells him to do..which is almost everything you'd do to him.

・He'd be gentle at first, kissing down your jawline as his hands trail down to grab your waist, listening to the breathy moans you make as you lean your head back into the pillow.

・His hands would lightly grab your legs as he peppered kisses all over your inner thighs, savouring the whimpers you'd let out.

・He'd whisper sweet nothings while slowly pushing in (ew) , shushing you lightly as you hissed in pain, eyes squeezed shut as tears threatened to overflow.

・He'd stay put, waiting for you to adjust to the new sensation. He gently nibbled your neck and wiped your tears with the back of his thumb.

・Whatever headspace he's in, there's no backing out now.

・As soon as you say he can move, he moves in and out, going at a steady pace that has you whimpering, desperately clinging to the bedsheets and occasionally scratching his back.

・Listening to your noises you make, he feels so zealous.

・He's never heard you make these kinds of noises before; the fact HE can make YOU sound like this??? He's over the moon.

"See? You're doing so well, so good.."

・Can't help but let out a few soft groans and moans as he continues, you just feel so good.

・He doesn't wanna stop, he wants to take advantage of this situation.

"Wait..just one more yeah? Last time I promise.."

"..you said that two rounds ago."

・Two rounds turns into three, three turns into four, four turns into five....

・You've never felt so sore yet complete in your life.

"Can I stay on top for now?"

"...sure. Why not?"

・He's actually so happy like wtf 😭

#tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x female reader #bill kaulitz x non binary reader #x male y/n #x reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #i love my baby so muchhhhh

[h-harleybaby]

So I have like, over 5 requests sitting in my drafts but it’s whatever

I’ll get to them eventually

But I wanna write kinda and it looks like I’m having a panic attack and my organs feel like they’re vibrating but it’s probably because I ate really quickly and am really excited. My friends probably think I’m a spaz but they’ve probably known that for a long time

ANYWAYS

Kenny, Butters, and Cartman x reader who really needs to calm Tf down and is super hyperactive at times

Kenny

• Kenny at first tries going with it, he doesn’t know where this burst of energy came from but he’s vibing with it

• He loves seeing this energy in you (at first) because you seem so happy and like you’re alive again

• He’s pretty confused on where the energy came from tho especially because you said you felt like a slug earlier. Maybe it’s from the monster you had earlier and it just kicked in?

• But after you suppress an excited scream for the 3rd time and say your organs feel like they’re vibrating is when he starts getting really concerned

• Kenny checks your pulse because he’s thinking you’re having some kind of stroke or a heart attack or some kinda manic episode

• Turns out you’re just really excited for some reason? I mean you did drink a monster and a lot of soda

• But yeah either way it turns out your heart rate is really high, so that’s kinda bad 💀

• He’s definitely rubbing your back and telling you to breathe because you’re like, this close 🤏 to hyperventilating

• You literally feel like you’re vibrating and you’re talking a mile a minute, Kenny loves seeing that twinkle in your eyes when you get excited but Jesus Christ you need to calm down

• He tries talking in a soothing voice to see if that helps with calming you down, and it actually does a little bit

• He also tried getting you to take melatonin gummies to see if that’ll counteract… what ever the fuck you have going on inside you

• Eventually after pacing around the room for 5 minutes you tired yourself out

• Then y’all took a nap together <333

• “You feelin’ better hun? Your organs don’t still feel like they’re vibrating, do they?”

• Now when he sees you drinking monster he doesn’t let you have more than half of it >:(

• He knows how to calm you down tho, and it’s pretty dang useful sometimes

Butters

• Butters didn't exactly go with it, but he's happy you look alive again!

• After 10 minutes he started getting really concerned tho, you won't stop wheezing whenever something even MINORLY funny happens

• He isn't someone who drinks energy drinks or even soda very often because he wasn't allowed to as a kid, so he has a bit of a habit to say you shouldn't drink that kinda stuff as often as you do

• He probably lectures you saying you shouldn't drinking so much caffeine with your size and age

• Definitely makes you do breathing exercises and makes you drink a lot of water

• He also asks you if you take any medications that make you get like this and what you normally do when you get all... concerningly hyperactive

• He was pretty disappointed in you when you said that you straight up raw dog whatever's happening and probably stay up the whole night

• Probably makes you take some kind of sleep medicine like NyQuil or something

• Butters is ready to do anything to help you calm down, ranging from cuddling to taking naps with you to staying up all night with you

• He hates staying up tho, he gets really cranky and kinda whiny

• "Mmmmm, darling- how about you sleep? Please sleep with me, pretty please?"

• He probably tries to give you a massage to see if that'll help

• In all honesty, the moment you stop talking he's probably knocking out

• Poor guy, he tried tiring you out but he only tired himself out. He tries so hard :<

• He probably does calm you down a good amount, you just can't really sleep

Cartman

• Probably jokingly calls you a spaz all the time now

• Cartman isn't too interested or concerned, he just lets you tire yourself out because he's too lazy to try

• But he's ready to rub your back and cuddle with you once you start getting really tired :)

• It's not that he doesn't care, he just doesn't think it's that serious if you're just really energetic

• Definitely keeps reminding you to breathe once you start talking because you talk so fast you lose your breath

• Probably chucks a water bottle at you and threatens you (light heartedly) to drink it

• He also probably makes a couple of innuendos about tiring you out with sex or something but he's just joking about it to get you flustered

• If anything, he kinda likes when you get like this because you pay a lot of attention to him, and we all know he's an attention whore

• Eric probably gets a little anoyed tho

• He definitely doesn't let you drink monster anymore or else he's gonna start complaining a lot

• He loves you, he really does but he just can't deal with you being energetic

• He's so tired

• Probably forces you to take a nap with him and says he'll make brownies with you or something if you shut up

Literally completely gave up with this

#south park x reader #cartman x reader #eric cartman x reader #h harleybaby needs help #south park x reader headcanons #i have a problem #butters stotch x reader #butters x reader #butters stotch x y/n #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny x reader #Kenny McCormick x y/n

[fanficforlife]

Chapter Seven

"And?" Anna asked, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. 

"And, we dropped Tate off at school then we picked up a few things for the ranch. After he took me fishing at the river. We didn't catch anything but I did push him in. He pulled me in with though."

There was laughter on the other end of the phone and you couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Oh, honey. I'm so happy for you. Have you told him yet?"

"Um, one time when we were kissing a few weeks ago it started to go a bit further, I freaked out. A flashback of the last time Nick..."

"And?"

"I told him that Nick r-raped me. He figured it out actually and I just confirmed it. I know I need to tell him everything but I'm scared. I...I really like him. What if he changes his mind about me? What if he tells me to leave because he doesn't want to risk it if Nick does find me? He has Tate to think about so-"

"Violet," she cut you off, "if he's as great of a man as he sounds, everything will be okay. Especially since his father and brother know and they asked you to stay after you told them."

"Yeah..."

"There's only one way to find out and the longer you wait, the harder it will be for you to tell him. It's kind of like a bandaid, just rip it off."

"I know, you're right. John is watching Tate tonight so Kayce and I can have dinner. We're going to have it in an old trapper's cabin on their property. If we tried to in the house, Tate would be there talking a mile a minute... I should, I will tell him tonight."

"It's going to be okay, hun."

"I hope so." You glanced at the clock on your nightstand. "I should go so I can start getting ready."

"Alright. Don't worry about telling him, honey. I love you and I can't wait for you to tell me that he didn't change his mind because of him."

"I love you too. Tell James I said hi. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know how it goes. Have a good night."

"You too. Talk soon, hun."

*

A knock on your bedroom door drew your attention away from your reflection in the mirror. You opened it to see Kayce standing there wearing jeans, a black button-up shirt, his boots, and a cowboy hat. 

His jaw dropped when he saw you. "Letty, you look amazing."

"Thank you." Heat crept across your cheeks as you looked down at the simple flowy, knee-length black dress with straps tied into bows on top of your shoulders that you had on. "You look nice too. I even got clean jeans this time." You teased. The other times the two of you had spent time together, it was usually during work or right after he was done. He was almost always dusty or dirty, not that you were complaining. He always looked good.

"Only the best for you." The red on your cheeks darkened and he smirked, stepping forward. He leaned in and gave you a small, soft kiss. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm." You slipped your hand in his waiting one and headed for the front door. 

*

The two of you walked hand in hand across the yard and through some trees until you got to the cabin. He opened the door for you and the smell of pizza hit you. One of my favorites. "You remembered." 

"Of course I did. It's pretty easy since it's also one of Tate's." He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you your waist. "I had to go to town to pick up some stuff for the ranch so I picked one up for date night." After placing a kiss on the side of your head, he took your hand and went inside. 

An hour later your plate was still full and you hadn't spoken more than a handful of words. You had only been able to pick at the slice due to the nerves already filling your stomach. 

"Baby?" Kayce's hand wrapped around yours, pulling you away from your thoughts. "Are you feelin' okay?"

"Yeah, I just- I'll be right back." You got up and went into the washroom. Your hands gripped the edge of the vanity. Tears pricked your eyes from the what if's. What if he breaks up with me? What if he wants me to leave? What if he gets mad? No, it doesn't matter. I have to tell him. After taking a deep breath and forcing the tears back, you opened the door. 

He immediately stood up and walked over when he saw the look on your face. "What's wrong?"

"I...I'm ready to tell you everything."

He guided you to the couch and you both sat down. Your eyes immediately went to your lap. "Hey," He gently hooked his finger under your chin and lifted it. "Remember, no matter what."  

A sad half-smile formed before you took a deep breath. "Um, it-it was always just me and my mom. I never knew my dad and she didn't have any other family. She was the best. She was a waitress at this great little restaurant and during high school, I started working there too." Your hands wrung together tightly. "The...the last month of my senior year I met Nick. He just finished training to be a police officer and started at the station a few blocks from the restaurant. He asked me out a week later. My mom didn't like him but she said it was my decision. Ten months later she died in a car accident. She was always trying to get me to break up with him but I loved him. I should have listened to her..." You trailed off as happy memories of your mom played through your head. 

"I'm sorry, baby." His hands reached for yours and you squeezed them gratefully. 

"I couldn't afford our rent by myself so Nick asked me to move in with him. Everything was good for the next year. Then the real Nick started to poke through. When he got mad he would call me names or say things but he always apologized and everything would be okay again. It went on like that for a couple more years. He became a detective and was great at it." You swallowed. "His parents were having a dinner party with their friends and family the night of my twenty-fourth birthday. They invited us and Nick insisted we go so we went. Before dinner, his parents thanked everyone for coming. Then Nick went up. He asked me to marry him, I said yes. The dinner party was actually to celebrate our engagement. Things went downhill from there. He went from just saying things to grabbing and pushing me. He was always jealous but it started getting worse." You took a shaky breath at the memories. "He wanted me to quit waitressing even though I loved it. His family came from money, his dad's the mayor, his mom stayed home. He never had to worry about working if he didn't want to. Whenever we were out and he had to introduce me to family or friends, they would make a disgusted face, like I wasn't good enough. I could tell he was embarrassed I was just a waitress so I quit. It wasn't long after that that he started getting mad about me still hanging out with my friends. I didn't have many, just a few people I worked with. He eventually cut them out of my life. That's when I started baking, I needed something to do. I also had to keep the house spotless or he'd get mad." You took a deep breath while Kayce's hand had a death grip on yours. "One day when I was doing laundry I found a girl's phone number in his pocket. When he got home I confronted him about it. He got mad at me for going through his stuff and admitted he had been cheating on me the entire time we were together. I took off my ring and set it on the table. He...he hit me."

Kayce let out a gruff breath.

"He apologized right away and swore he would stop. I knew I shouldn't but he has a way of getting into people's heads and I believed him." 

"He didn't change." Kayce gritted out and you shook your head. 

"A couple of months later I smelled perfume on his shirt. He kept picking up girls at the bar or getting together with old ones. I tried to break up with him and he got mad. He said the other girls didn't matter. I was the one he wanted to marry and be seen with. I laughed and he hit me, hard. He picked me up off the floor and pushed me against the wall, he said I couldn't leave because he needed me and couldn't live without me. He said he'd stop. He begged, got on his knees. I knew...I knew I should have left but I was scared, he was all I had. The things he said, I wanted to believe him. The next few months we moved into a new house and his mom and sister said we should finally start planning the wedding because I kept putting it off. I tried on dresses worth more than a years worth of rent for my old apartment, tried countless flavors of cake. We set the date for ten months later but there was something deep inside, a feeling. I couldn't marry him. When I told him, he lost it. He threw pictures on the floor, swore, and said terrible things. I told him I would stay so he would stop. After he fell asleep, I threw a few things in a bag, took the money he had in his wallet, and snuck out. He found me a few hours later at a motel on the edge of town. He dragged me home, hit me, choked me. I ran into our bedroom but couldn't lock the door in time. He threw me onto the bed and...and said he needed to remind me that I was his."

"Fuck." Kayce's fist hit the arm of the couch. "Letty, baby." His hand came back to yours.

You gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand. "The next few weeks, I acted like nothing was wrong. I made dinner, went to his family or friends when he wanted. When he got mad he would hit me, choke me. I was outside having coffee one afternoon when the neighbors came out. They saw me and invited me over. I talked to them a few times in passing but it was always just a hi. I invited them over instead so if Nick came home early he would know where I was and wouldn't freak out. They told me all about their lives. He used to be a lawyer before he retired. They didn't have any kids, they loved traveling. I lost track of time and Nick came home. He was mad because dinner wasn't ready until he saw I wasn't alone. He changed back into the fake we're the perfect couple Nick as they got up and left. The second the door closed he hit me. He thought I told them about what he was like and since they didn't know him they would believe me. He didn't want me to talk to them anymore. I knew I had to get out but I didn't have my own money. I wasn't working and my name wasn't on his bank account or any of his credit cards. I started hiding the money I found in his pockets when I did laundry or what he left lying around on the dresser. I would take money out of his wallet whenever there was a lot in there so he wouldn't miss it. After a month and a half, I had almost two thousand dollars. When he went to work that day I packed a couple of bags and left. He found me two weeks later in Mississippi. He grabbed me and threw me in the car but on the drive back to California, he was quiet. He was the Nick from the very beginning of our relationship. He said he didn't know what he was thinking the past few years, cheating on me, hitting me. He said he would go to a therapist, we could go. I wanted to believe that he actually changed this time but the closer we got to Southaven, where we lived, the more scared I got. Our neighbors were outside when he pulled into the driveway. Nick told me to stay in the car and he would open the door for me. The little sliver of hope I still had disappeared because I knew why he wanted to open the door. He didn't want me to talk to them. After he grabbed the bags, he opened my door and said he would do the talking. They asked where I went because they hadn't seen me around, Nick said I went to visit my mom. They knew my mom was dead because I still went over to visit them after he told me not to. Before they could say anything else he grabbed my wrist and took me inside." You took a deep breath as your hands started to tremble. 

Kayce moved closer to you and slid his arm around your waist. His other hand came back to yours. 

You held onto it tightly and stared at your entwined fingers as memories of that night played through your head. "I've never seen him that angry. He did everything like he would before; yelling, hitting, choking. But, harder, longer. I was lying on the kitchen floor trying to catch my breath after he choked me and he...he grabbed a knife." Kayce inhaled harshly. "He made the cut on my face so if I ran away again it would be easy for him to find me. I could change my hair, wear hats, different clothes but everyone would remember the girl with a scar down her face." You could feel the rage emanating off of your boyfriend. "He made me clean up before he dragged me into the bedroom and...he..."

"He's dead. He's fucking dead." Kayce swore, knowing what happened next. 

"After he said he would kill me if I ran away again, I didn't know what to do. If he found me after two weeks, I thought he would be able to find me anywhere. I did whatever he wanted because I was scared of him. I was miserable. I started thinking about e-ending it...me." Your voice was whisper quiet. Kayce gently pulled you onto his lap and leaned in, kissing your shoulder. You looked over and smiled at the sweet, caring man who was the opposite of your good-for-nothing ex. 

"I was on the porch checking our mailbox one day when our neighbors came out to do the same thing. They saw me and invited me over for a glass of iced tea. I knew Nick wouldn't like it but they insisted so I did. While they were telling me about one of their recent trips my sweater slipped off my shoulder and they saw a bruise on my arm in the shape of a handprint. I told them Nick stopped me from falling down the stairs but I knew they didn't believe me. I tried to leave but they stopped me and begged me to leave him. I told them he wasn't as bad as they thought. By then they knew he was a cop and who his family was. They let me go, if I promised to visit them whenever Nick was at work. They were the only thing that put a real smile on my face. I loved spending time with them. Nine days before I was supposed to marry Nick I was at their house and they handed me an envelope. Inside was five thousand dollars and a fake ID and birth certificate. When James was a lawyer, there was a guy in his firm that had a case involving fake documents, he tracked him down and got him to make me some. They told me they had a bus ticket with my fake name on it that was leaving in forty-five minutes, and a suitcase full of clothes for me. I didn't want to go, I was scared Nick would find out they helped me. After he cut me he said if I ever run away again, he would kill anyone who helped me. But, they wouldn't take no for an answer. They had a wig for me to put on before I left so when he looked at the traffic cameras by the bus station he wouldn't know it was me. When they dropped me off they gave me the phone so he couldn't track my number. Before I got on the bus they gave me a hug and told me I was like the daughter they never had..." you swallowed before looking at him with tear-filled eyes. "If-if you don't want me to spend time with Tate anymore because of Nick, or you-"

"Stop." He cupped your face. "Nothing that that piece of shit did to you changes my mind." His perfect eyes pierced yours. "I love you, Letty."

"You-you don't have to say that because of what I told you."

"Baby, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. Your hair was blowing in the wind as you stood in front of the house with your suitcase. I knew then that you were it for me. You are the kindest, strongest, bravest, most beautiful woman I've ever met. I am the luckiest man in the world because you let me call you mine." His voice was filled with emotion. "I love you, Violet."

"Kayc," tears started to fall from your eyes. 

"I'm not expecting you to say it back. We can move as slow as you want, as you need. I'm not going anywhere." His thumbs brush the tears off your cheeks. "Can I kiss you?"

You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, giving him your answer. Your hands slid over his shoulders and pulled him closer as the kiss intensified. Nick disappeared from your mind and For the first time in you didn't how long, you wanted more. 

When you finally parted you were both out of breath. "Letty?" He could feel this kiss was different.

"I...I want to..."

"But?" He knew you were holding something back. 

"What if we start and I can't?"

"If you want to try and you need to stop then we stop." 

You chewed on your lower lip nervously. 

"Baby, I'm not going to be mad. I told you that I'm not going anywhere. You are the only woman I want to be with. I'll do whatever you need me to and wait however long you need."

You nodded slowly. "Can we try?" Your voice was quiet.

"Yeah, baby." His hand slid across your cheek. "Can I go outside and grab more firewood first? It's starting to cool off in here, you're starting to get cold." His thumb ran across your cheek. 

"Mhm." You stood up and he followed suit. 

"I'll be right back." He gave your forehead a soft kiss before going outside. 

In the meantime, you grabbed the blankets off the couch and made a cozy spot on the floor in front of the wood stove. 

He came back in with an arm full of already chopped logs that were piled up against the side of the cabin. A smile pulled at his lips when he saw the makeshift bed on the floor. 

"I'm pretty sure that's the most uncomfortable couch in the world." You giggled shyly. 

He put a couple of logs on the fire and set the rest on the floor before walking over. One of his hands went to your waist while the other came up and rested along your jaw. "Are you sure you want to do this? If you're not ready, it's okay. I'm perfectly happy just holdin' you."

"I want to." You swallowed. "I want you, Kayce."

"I'm yours, Violet." He leaned in and kissed you. 

After a few seconds, the need you felt for the kiss to develop into something more returned and your fingers started unbuttoning his shirt. His hands left you so you could slide his shirt down his arms. As it fell to the floor, you pulled his T-shirt off. He unzipped his jeans and added them to the pile while you untied the straps of your dress. It pooled around your feet and his eyes took you in. 

"You are perfect."

Red crept across your cheeks while he closed the distance, one hand went to your cheek while the other went back to your waist. You shivered from the sudden cool touch. 

"Sorry."

"It's okay," you giggled. 

"Come here." He sank down onto the blanket and you sat down on the floor next to him. "Better?"

You nodded as you immediately start to warm up from the fire and the blanket that he pulled over the two of you. Your hand came up and slid across his jaw before pulling him in. 

His hands went to your waist and held you close while he kissed you. Your mouth parted, your tongue slid across his as the kiss quickly became heated. He unhooked your bra before slowly lying you down. Your lips finally parted and he hovered above you. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes."

"We can stop anytime you want to, just say the word. Okay?"

"Okay."

He sat back so he could take his boxers off and grab a condom from his wallet while you pulled your underwear off. His eyes traveled up your naked body before he crawled back between your legs. You nodded as he looked down at you so he reached between you and positioned himself before slowly entering you. Your eyes automatically closed and you tensed up. 

He immediately pulled out. "Letty, open your eyes. Look at me." You did and the second you saw his warm brown eyes, you relaxed. His hand slid into your hair. "Do you want me to stop? We can and-"

"No, don't stop. Please."

"Stay with me, baby." His eyes pierced yours as he entered you for the second time. "Right here."

You nodded, keeping your eyes on his. "Mmm." A small moan escaped as he filled you. He slowly pulled out and gently thrust into you again, all while keeping your eyes glued to each others. Your ex and all of the terrible things he did vanished from your mind. It was just you and your cowboy. Your hands slid into his wavy hair and pulled him down, your lips met his fiercely. He kissed you back while continuing to move inside you. One of his hands stayed embedded in your hair, the other slid around your lower back and held you close. That small shift had him hitting just the right spot over and over again. 

"Kayce," your fingers dug into the back of his shoulders. 

His hold on you tightened, molding you to his body as he continued thrusting.

"Mmm," you moaned as heat began growing rapidly in your core. Your breathing picked up and within seconds he took you over the edge. "Kayc!"

"Letty." He was right behind you groaning your name. His eyes held yours until you both came down from your highs. When your breathing started to return to normal, he leaned in and gave you a long kiss before lying down next to you, propping himself up on his elbow. "Are you okay?"

You looked up at him and smiled. "I'm okay. More than okay." He chuckled huskily as he tucked your hair behind your ear. "Really though, I am."

"Are you sure, baby?"

"Yes. It was just you and me. Everything else, the memories, they disappeared." Your hand came up and rested on his cheek. "You are an amazing man, Kayce Dutton. You're kind and sweet. You were beyond patient with me and when you found out about my past you didn't run away. You make me feel normal again. You make me feel safe." Your thumb ran across his skin. "I love you."

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. When you parted there were tears in your eyes. "Hey, talk to me."

"I just...I'm happy. After the past couple of years, I never thought I would be again. Then I came here and found you and Tate. Your family and everyone here have been amazing."

He wiped away a tear that slipped from your eye. "This is your home now, Letty. He is never going to hurt you again. I won't let him get anywhere near you."

"Promise?" You asked while memories of the horrible things he did played through your head.

Kayce could tell what you were thinking and pulled you closer. "I promise."

"Thank you."

"I know I've said it before but I would do anything for you. I love you." His lips met yours and you melted in his arms. 

When you parted, you both lay there nestled together under the blanket, listening to the crackle of the fire. All of the cows on the ranch were marked with the Yellowstone brand, a Y, but this was the first time you had seen the same brand on Kayce's chest. Your fingers traced over the raised, scarred letter that covered most of his left pec. "Did it hurt?"

"Yeah." 

"Why did you do it?"

"I didn't, Dad did."

You quickly tilted your head back and looked at him with wide, watery eyes. The tone of his voice, you knew it wasn't because he asked his dad to do it. "Why?"

"Hey, shh." He smiled softly when he saw the tears in your eyes. "Come here." His arms tightened around you and pulled you close. After kissing you, he eased back onto the pillow. "I graduated a couple years before Tate's mom got pregnant. We met at a party and it was just a one-night stand. When she got pregnant, she came to the ranch because she heard about my family, the money. We found out that she got arrested regularly because of drinking. She didn't work and a lot of the money she did get from the tribe she spent on alcohol. She didn't want a kid and came out to say if I didn't either then she was going to get an abortion. But, if I did, she would keep it as long as we paid her. Dad said yes, as long as she didn't drink while she was pregnant. Dad even paid for an apartment for her to live in while she was pregnant because she couch surfed from place to place before. She didn't drink during the first four months but one day when Dad went to check in with her, he saw a couple of empty beer bottles. After that she did off and on until Tate was born. Thankfully, he was in perfect health. She didn't want anything to do with him and signed him over as soon as she could. That was the last we saw of her. She died a couple of months later. Her and the guy she was with were drinking and driving. They hit a tree." He took a deep breath before continuing. "It didn't really sink in that I was going to be a dad until the nurse came out to where Dad and I were waiting and handed him to me. He was so small. The first two weeks after we brought him home were rough. I was scared. I was still a kid, how was I supposed to take care of one? I didn't think I could, I didn't want to try...I panicked and joined the Navy. I could leave for training in a few days. Dad freaked out. He told me I wasn't going and had to stay and take care of my son. We argued, and when he realized I wasn't going to change my mind he did this. He thought that it would make me needing to stay here sink in. It didn't. I was angry at him, scared of my son...I left. That's when Dad hired Mrs. Sanders. While I was gone Jamie and Lee kept in touch; calling, letters. They sent pictures. I finally came to my senses when Tate turned six. I quit the Navy and came home. I-I know Im a horrible dad-"

"What? Kayce, no." You propped yourself up and turned his face towards yours. "You are an amazing dad. Tate loves you."

"I shouldn't have left. I was selfish and stupid and-"

"And, I know that you would take it back if you could."

"In a heartbeat. I would have stayed, I should have stayed."

"But, you've made up for it. You and Tate have an amazing relationship. He looks up to you. You're the foreman of the largest ranch in Montana, he wants to be just like you when he grows up." He nodded slowly. You knew what was going through his head. "What you told me doesn't change how I feel about you. You are a great dad, a hard worker, and the most amazing man I could have ever hoped for. I love you."

"I love you too, Letty." Your lips met for a searing kiss. "I don't know how I got lucky enough to find you."

"Technically, I think I found you."

A playful smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth and he chuckled. "I think you're right."

"I'm right? Wanna say that again?" You laughed when he squeezed your sides. 

"You're right, this time. Don't get used to hearing it though." You giggled before starting to sit up. 

"No." He whined.

"I'll be right back." You reached for his shirt that was lying close by and slipped it on, doing up a few buttons, before getting up and going to the kitchen. When you turned around with what you went to get, Kayce was watching you with a smile on his face. "What?"

"You look good in my shirt."

"Yeah?" You straddled his lap, after setting two bottles of water and the pizza box on the floor close by. 

"Yeah." His hands went to your waist and pulled you close. "Stay here with me tonight? We don't have to do anything. I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms." 

"What if I want to do that again?"

"We can do whatever you wanna do, baby." He smirked and it made you bite your lower lip. That smirk is going to drive me crazy...in a good way.

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[glambots]

Can you write some romantic headcanons for a stressed reader with insomnia? For Freddy, Monty, Sundrop and Moondrop

Shocked I haven't done HCs of these before with Moon! (But I have done a scenario...Which reminds me that I still gotta fix the Scenario part of my Masterlist rip...)

🎩Glamrock Freddy + "Insomniac!S/O" HCs:🎩

⭐He is very sorry to hear that you are dealing with these issues, Superstar. This must be why you seem so tired all of the time. Is there anything he can do to help? Would you like a blanket, or a pillow? You may rest on his green room's couch, if you would like.

⭐Speaking of, his green room is a very relaxing environment. Freddy likes to spend most of his nights answering fanmail, so you can spend as much time as you'd like either helping him organize things, or relaxing on the couch. Either way, it's warm, cozy, and quiet.

⭐During the rare times that you have fallen asleep there, you'll often wake up with a blanket draped over your body, a pillow tucked beneath your head, and a Freddy bear snuggled into your arms. He just wants to make sure you're comfortable while you're resting.

🐊Montgomery Gator + "Insomniac!S/O" HCs:🐊

⭐Damn, that sucks. Why didn't you tell him you had so much trouble with eating? (No, Monty, that's not...well, he's got the spirit.) After he figures out what Insomnia actually is, it all clicks into place. Oh, shit! No wonder you look like that! (Like That, he says...)

⭐Seriously! He thought the dark circles under your eyes were a "style" thing. Now that he knows, he's curious about what he can do to help. Well, uh...if you're ever feelin' tired enough, you can crash in his pad. He's got a spare couch. Just...don't ask about the claw marks.

⭐Yeah, Monty's couch might not be the most comfortable place to sleep, but he does his best to keep it comfy for you. He's got a blanket. Like...one good pillow. And a Monty plush! So. Yeah. He's doing his best with what he's got. (Which isn't much, really.)

☀️Sunnydrop + "Insomniac!S/O" HCs:☀️

⭐Ohhh, that's no fun! But you know what that means? It means you can have a Slumber Party! And you can stay up allll night! Don't worry, he's got so many games you can play, you won't be sleepy at all! Just trust him, this is gonna be the funnest night of your whole life!!!

⭐Every time he sees you starting to droop or get increasingly drowsy, he does his best to try and get your energy back up. Sundrops, FizzyFaz, sudden unexpected loud noises...don't fall asleep yet! You've still got...a bunch more hours to go till morning!!!

⭐He knows it's not good for you, but he still can't help but feel a little happy. Because it means he gets to spend more time with you! It's--it's nice. To have this time all by yourselves. He wishes you could do it more often. (N-Not all the time, of course! Just...every now and then...)

🌙Moondrop + "Insomniac!S/O" HCs:🌙

⭐Of course, it bothers Moon the most out of everyone. Mostly because of his programming, but also because he can see the toll it's taking on your health. You need to sleep. And when he's around, he's going to make sure that you will. In one way or another.

⭐You will be wrapped up in a soft blanket, surrounded by pillows and plushies, and lulled into a relaxed state by his internal music box and you will like it. If he's got to force-feed you Moondrops, he'll do it. He's trying to help but...sometimes it's a little much.

⭐He knows it's not good for you to be sleeping "on-the-clock," nor is it good for him to be messing with your sleep schedule like this, but...it's also very hard for him to control. He just wants to help. And, thanks to his programming, it's the only way he really knows how to.

#ask #glamrock freddy #montgomery gator #sunnydrop #moondrop #headcanons #long post #sfw #fluff #cute #silly #light angst #none of them are...perfect at handling it #but they are trying their best(s)! #anonymous

[player1064]

another drabble request from @storyshark2005

a double date-- other couple is author's choice!

(this suggestion plus your talk earlier of double dates with Jill and Shelly somehow resulted in... this)

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“Alright, Jill?” Gary greets as she wanders into the VIP suite at the Peninsula, looking around with interest. “Ooh, and y’ve brought Shelly, too! You’re gonna have great fun, honest.”

He chats to them both for a few minutes, shows them where everything is and is introducing them both to the few people already milling about when Jamie swans in, immediately making himself at home.

“Jill! You’re already here!” he says, gives her a quick side-hug in greeting before standing next to Gary, slinging one arm round the back of his shoulders. “And Shelly, don’t think we’ve met, ‘s a pleasure. Yous all ready to watch Salford lose?”

Gary scowls at Jamie, pinches him in the side. “Oi!” he says indignantly, “tha’s not fair, we’ve been doin’ alright recently. I think Karl’s been a good appointment.”

“You ‘ave to say that, though, don’t ya? Else people’ll call you bitter.”

Gary’s ready to argue back, but he sees Jill and Shelly exchanging a look out the corner of his eye, and realises he’s probably not being a very good host.

He pinches Jamie again to tell him to shut up, then extracts himself from under his arm and shoos him off to go fetch him a coffee.

“Roy’s texted that he’s just walkin’ up,” Jill says once Jamie’s walked off with grumbles about Gary being a spoilt little bitch. Gary checks his phone: no text from Roy. Always good to know where he ranks in his communication priorities. “Aw, this’ll be so fun. Wish Ian were here, we missed him on the show this week. Did you miss ’im, Gary?”

“Erm,” Gary says, because once recording starts he’s normally too in the zone to really notice how any absences are affecting things.  “I s’pose… I were quite happy with that jacket I wore, y’know, thought he might’ve liked it.”

Roy’s voice suddenly comes from a metre or so away, and Gary startles a bit. “Always with the clothes, Jesus,” he’s saying as he walks over to them. “It was a black and white jacket, what’d’you want, an award?”

He rolls his eyes, then looks at Jill with a warm smile. “Hi, Jill. You’ve picked a nice romantic place to bring your Shelly, eh? I can see why she’s in such a rush to marry you.”

“I love football, actually,” Shelly says, eyes twinkling. “Though I’ve never been to watch a men’s game before, I don’t think. Jill was saying League Two can get quite physical, sounds exciting.”

“I normally just take my wife to restaurants,” Roy says with a shrug. “But I s’pose if it works for those two eejits…” he adds, jerking his head towards Gary and Jamie.

“Nothin’ sexier than watching your team lose while freezin’ your arse off and drinking crap instant coffee,” Jamie says, pressing a cup of said crap instant coffee into Gary’s hands with a wink towards Shelly.

“Oh!” she says, blinking a few times. “I didn’t realise you two were…”

“They’re not,” Jill and Roy both groan at the same time.

“We’re not,” Gary agrees, then yelps when Jamie slips his cold hands under his jumper to press against his skin. “Oi! How many times’ve I gotta tell you, ‘s not my problem you lost your gloves, go buy a pair from the merch stand if you’re so desperate. Leave me ‘n my body heat alone.”

“And how many times’ve I gotta tell you, ‘m not wearin’ anything with your sad little team’s logo on it, so find me a better solution or quit yer whining.”

“It’s not like it’s that cold out, you didn’t even bring a coat! You ought to get your circulation checked, you ask me.”

“You ought to get your diet checked, I’m feelin’ a lot of softness,” Jamie argues back, pressing his fingers into the flesh of Gary’s stomach to illustrate his point and, unfortunately, making Gary yelp again.

Shelly turns to look at Roy and Jill with wide eyes. “Should we…?”

Roy gives a long-suffering sigh. “No point,” he answers. “Best just leave them to it. Here, I’ll show you where we’re sitting.”

#these insane idiots acting insane and people who dont know them being like. um. what. is my favourite thing actually #thank u for the suggestion!!! #carraville #drabbles

[kelin-is-writing]

ASKJLAWKDJFJAKKDDN

CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS 🥳💕

and since it's time to celebrate i brought a special little dabi thought with me hehe

it took him a while to fully trust you even after you started dating. but once he's sure he can trust you wholeheartedly he finally opens up about his past. he even goes as far as telling you his real name but the way he talks about it makes it obvious that he doesn't like the name since it's tied to many horrible memories.

you make sure not to bring it up unless he initiates a conversation about his past which made him trust and love you even more (although he had thought that was impossible)

well and then you mess up. it happened in the heat of the moment while dabi was balls-deep inside of you. already thoroughly fucked out it just kinda slipped and when he heard you say his real name for the first time his brain practically short-circuited.

the only thing on his mind now was to hear you say it again and again until all you managed to produce were broken whimpers and moans.

he can't believe how lucky he is to have you in his life. someone who really sees him for once and doesn't cast him aside like a broken toy.

he's not dabi around you anymore from that night on. he's touya now when he's with you and he'll make sure it stays that way. the ring that's hidden in his coat's pocket (which he actually paid for) was only the beginning.

- 🥛

THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN FOR THE CONGRATULATIONS ON 500+ FOLLOWERS 🥳🎉🎊

and thank you so so much milk for always supporting me and sending such amazing asks all the time, it makes me feel truly happy and appreciated as a writer and also as a friend, because we share to each others thoughts through asks almost everyday, which makes me always hyped and looking forward to what you send for me!!!! 😁💕

and damn—

dabi is all badass and gangsta until you moan a “touyahhn!”, that comes out super erotic. he stills inside of you while glancing down your way with wide turquoise eyes as his hand goes to rest under your right knee “what did you just call me, princess?”, the villain questioned almost breathless, realizing what you did your hand flies in front of your mouth alarmed before you bite your bottom lip “i’m sorry i– ack!”, before you can even finish dabi’s his had snapped against yours sharply, making your body bounce upwards from the action, confused eyes looking at your boyfriend who was simply staring at you with a dark glint inside his orbs “tell me, what did you just call me princess?”, you gazed back at him unsure before answering finally “touya...”, your cheeks immediately turned red as you felt his dick getting more huge, than it already was, inside your cunt “shit– ‘ s not funny baby... if you my name like that, how am i supposed to not fuck you hard?”, and pressing your right leg against your chest, the raven haired boy started to slap his hips roughly against your getting drunk on the sweet moans leaving your mouth “say the name love, say it for me...”, he coos with a lovesick glint inside his eyess more intense than the other times, his hips rolling so deliciously against yours that you almost forgot what dabi just asked “touya... ahh... ngh– touya!”, you moaned resting both hands on his shoulders while arching your back at every thrust, but what you didn’t expect was for him to pick up pace out of nowhere as his hands went to grab your hips to pin you on place so he could pound your sopping wet pussy harder, getting like that a moan so loud you could bet everyone in your condo heard it “yes baby, my princess, my love, my everything, i’m here. feelin’ good?” “hmn so good, touyaaaa!”, you cried out surrounding his neck with your arms clenching around his length when the tip hit a spongy spot inside of you, it made your head spin and dabi’s hips stutter suddenly “argh–! fuck yeah... you feel so damn amazing y/n... ahh–!”, he heaved rasply while snapping his hips into yours with staccato groans, eye rolled almost completely to the back of his head while mouth was left gaping, that sight only was enough to make you cream all over his dick to the very base of it with a whiny loud moan “t-touya! inside! i want your cum inside!”, you begged closing your legs around his hips to stick him flush against your pelvis, pleading teary eyes looking at him so needy he let out a pleased groan as his arms went to hug your body beneath him, forehead resting against the pillow as he gritted his teethes hard “say no more!”, and with one last thrust he painted your walls with white ropes that drooled from inside your pussy to his pelvis, your heavy pants and the smell of sex filling the room “fuck... i love you so damn much baby...”, dabi spoke, his cheek now resting against your cleavage as he looked at you with loving and mesmerised eyes “i love you so damn much too, touya...”, you said back surrounding his head with one harm, to hold him close to your chest, while caressing his cheek with your thumb and tenderly smiling down at the villain who felt his heart flutter because of your words, your expression, your voice, your touch, everything.

once again the arsonist came to the conclusion of one sure thing: he wanted to marry you so bad.

#kelin responds #answered #🥛 #bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #bnha fluff #mha fluff #dabi fluff #touya todoroki fluff #please the moment he gonna hear YOU call him by his real name this man is gonna be down bad for you more than he already is 🥲 #his first thought everytime he hears you call him by is real name is 'shit i wanna marry them so bad' LEGIT!!!!!! #has the biggest heart eyes whenever you call him 'touya' so affectionately one might think he's gonna melt right there 😭

[itboyisslaying]

How do I achieve a perfect void concept? Thank you for your advice. I'll be really grateful<3

Oh I think this is the first question sent to me by an "Anon". Thanks for trusting me and asking questions🙏💖

Actually, I'm not exactly a master manifestor. I don't know all about the Law of Assumption or the Void, but I want to help you as much as I can🧡

Let's call it "have" rather than "achieve" because we are God, honey. God doesn't try to achieve, she/he just has what she/he wants💅

There are many ways to "have" a perfect Void Concept. We all know these. "Affirmation" "To have it in your dream" "To manifest in writing" and many more. Or join a Challenge. But I think the most important thing is "Persist". How you manifest, keep persisting with your manifest, honey. Because as long as an assumption is insisted on, it becomes true whether it is true or false. Ah, I think Neville Goddar had such a saying, sorry if I wrote it wrong🙏

Here is a post I recommend about "Persist":

Please read this post!!❣

Please have a Perfect Void Concept in the most natural and comfortable way for you. And remember, The void is not on us . YOU are the one giving you your desires, not the Void. Because you are GOD. You instantly manifest whatever you want in the Void because as GOD you assumed so. The void exists because as GOD you created it. Please don't give your Godly power to the Void State. Remember the Void is not above you YOU are above it as a GOD. Also, the Void State is just a method. It's not a magic or magical place. The Void State is just a deep meditative state. If you change your perspective on the Void State, even that will help you develop your Void Concept a lot💕

"How do I achieve (Have💅) a perfect Void Concept?"

Ah I guess I didn't fully answer that above. Sorry🙏 I'll tell you how I make a manifest. I hope I can help you and if I can't help you with this please send me a question or message again💖

First of all, I know a lot of people in this community are trying to get into the Void. And once you fail, you quickly go back to your old mindset. Please don't do this🙏 Persist on the new story that you always have a "Perfect Void Concept" and enter the Void in a very short time!! And act like you have them and it is. This works grea for me 💜

Even if you can't enter the Void at the moment, tell yourself how happy you are that you entered the Void and how easy it was for you to enter the Void! I always tell myself "I am the Queen of the Void". Also, don't say that a boy can't call himself a Queen. I think queenhood is gender neutral. LOL. This makes me feel so good.❤ Please choose the affirmations that suit you💙💅💋

Let me tell you what I did. This helped me a lot so I suggest you what I did myself and i think most people are manifesting that way lol:

Anyway, I want you to think about this, how would you feel if you had a "Perfect Void Concept"? If you had a "Perfect Void Concept" would you worry about what happens in 3D anymore? Of course not, because you know you can go into the void whenever you want and have what you want💅 Would you worry about the void? Do you start thinking negatively just because you failed the Void once? Do you think the Void or you gave your desires to you? Of course you give because as a GOD you also created the Void State!

If you had a perfect Void Concept, what would you think while walking or continuing your daily life?

Please ask yourself!💕

I also imagine myself entering the Void, and while imagining this, I ask myself how perfect I am in the Void and Why do I have such a Perfect Void Concept? 💋

As I wrote above, when I started thinking and living like this, my Void Concept and Self Concept developed. I hope it helps you too 💘

Let's slay! We are the Queens of the Void💋💅

I manifest the things I want to manifest with the "feeling of knowing that I have it".

However, this method may not suit you. So robotic affirmation, writing, imagining. Or a challenge. Do whichever suits you💓

Challenges I recommend:

You don't have to do these challenges. I only suggest if you want to❤

But whatever you do, no matter how you feel, no matter what you think, please don't stop Persisting 🙏🍀

It is normal to feel bad, to have bad thoughts, to have doubts, but do not identify with them. They don't matter as long as you don't identify with them because they come from the Ego and not from God who is your true self. Please don't misunderstand the "Persist" I said.

Ah, if the things I wrote above do not suit you, please read other posts. I hope I have helped. I hope I was able to help you as you wanted and gave a proper answer. If I didn't explain well enough and couldn't help, please send me a question or message again. If anyone else is reading this, if what I'm saying doesn't suit you, that's fine. Please write in the comments what you think I got wrong. I don't know how many people read this though. I hope I have been helpful and have not written any limiting beliefs. If there is such a thing please let me know ❤

私はみんなを愛しています❤🍀

《💋ItBoyisSlaying💅》

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Upper East Side || A.U ||Frankie Morales

Chapter 12: Closing Night

F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Word Count: 5.7K

Warnings: p in v sex (not wrapped up), clit play, cock warming, riding, love with sex, subspace, shower play?

Authors Note: so i’m 🍃🍃🍃, but this chapter was so much fun to write and i love writing for you all, light of my day❤️❤️ tell me what you thought about the chapter! guys i fucking love tumblr and i love you. writing always makes me happy.

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The last thing you remember was Frankie putting you in bed, with nothing but a smile and a mindshattering orgasm lingering through your body.

He said I love you.

Warm dim side lights were on when you woke up, laying on top of Frankies chest as he traces shapes on your back, playing with your hair. Nothing but freedom consumed you whole. You looked up to him, a sunken smile filling his entire face.

“How long have you been awake?” You shift, nuzzling into him further.

“10 minutes, you’ve been out for some time, pretty girl.” He rasps, “You were awake when I put you in bed but I couldn’t get any words out of you, I was scared you weren’t okay?”

“I promise you,” You smirk, “I was okay. It was like I was in another world. I can't explain it.” You close your eyes, “ I looked it up the other night because fuck… every time you make me cum I genuinely can’t think for seconds and it said it’s like a ‘subspace’.”

“A sub-wha?”

“Sub-space, it’s like I feel so comfortable with you and taken care of with you, Google says it’s the ultimate goal for a submissive.”

“Hmmm for a submissive, you like that?”

“Well I like it enough to go into a full body shock.” He rumbles under you, his skin against yours was beautiful. The lights reflecting off his glow made you want to fuck him all over again.

You look over at his side clock, 3 am.

“Fuck I need to pee, can’t get a UTI.” You move the blanket off of you, goosebumps rapturing your arms from leaving his warmth.

He quickly jumps from the bed, you had a minor limp. Reminiscing from the feeling of his cock stuffing you full.

He holds you up as you walk to his open bathroom.

“You okay darlin, feelin alright?” He laughs.

“Oh yeah yeah, just hobbling along from being fucked to death, I’m all good. How about you?” You mumble.

“Spent the night with the girl of my dreams, I’m doing pretty fucking fine.”

You shake your head as you pee, he gives you your peace.

“C’mere.” He motions his fingers to you when you finish, “Do you wanna take a shower? I know you don’t have anything here, but if you wanna clean the sex off.” He mutters. “I can give you some clothes until we have to leave again.”

You survey his bathroom, shelves of cologne and body products for men, marbled tile and a really fucking big shower, a shower big enough for 10 people. His bathroom smelled like santorini water, heavenly. But his unique smell controlled your brain, you only wanted to be close to him.

“Shower with me? It’s early and I need to stay awake.” You smirk.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

He fires up the water inside his shower, pulling you in when the water was hot enough, you both stand under the water spout. Slightly moaning as the water soothes out the kinks of your sore muscles.

“What’d you do when I fell asleep, big man?”

He grabs this glass of shampoo, spilling some out and scruffing your head with it.

“I was just laying there, with you in my arms. Thinking about how this will probably be the happiest moment of my life.”

Everything shifted, demeanor, his body language, he was being so gentle.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a while baby but the first time we met was actually back at UNCSA, you probably don’t remember but-”

You grab his hands, trying to rack through your brain on when you could’ve seen him last you but you draw at a blank.

“What?When?”

“Ah it was back when we were coming to like “scout” you to accept you in the program, we saw the closing night of Cabaret and we went to your spring recital and I just knew.”

“You were there? Frankie, why didn’t you tell me?”

You interrupt, holding his face, scanning his beauty. His nose, his facial hair, his deep set eyes, his hair. You loved everything about him. His body. He was made to love, his whole life he was made to experience a love so life altering.

You yourself have never felt a love this consuming, was it love? Or was it lust?

Whatever it was, you knew you could never experience it with another human again. You didn’t feel like a girl with Frankie, you felt alive. You felt looked after, and cared. Nothing else mattered when you were with him.

You kiss him harder than you thought an asteroid could hit the earth, a simulation scrolling through your head.

This love crushing your bones couldn’t take the intimacy curating between you both, “Why didn't you tell me you goose?” You almost cry, brushing through his hair with your fingers, “I could’ve known you earlier, we couldn’ve-”

“I don’t know, I mean I’m your teacher and then all the Macbeth stuff and it was just so much, I didn’t want to scare you off and I didn’t know how to act around you, and now things are just different.” Yes they are Frankie, they always will be, “I just wanted to welcome you here but fucking immediatly I couldn’t hold back.” He stands against his shower wall.

“But babygirl, “He grabs your attention, “Your Sally performance, your passion in Maybe This Time, darlin you're pizazz on that stage, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Old man, looking at me in lingerie,” You purr, “Is that why you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me?”

“No, not because of that.” He pulls you closer, “Because you’re confident on stage, the audience can feel your passion and I didn’t see you on the stage, I only saw Sally. You're such a good actress baby and you don’t even know it.”

You simper, that’s all you ever wanted, “I’m glad you can see that.”

“Well, you’ll see it after this weekend I promise, people are raving about you gorgeous. After those interviews you’ll see.

He washes your body, running soap on your heated skin. He smudges over your nipples, wincing at his touch. He dropped lower, rubbing his hand all over your body, soothing the redness of your ass.

You moan, never forgetting his soft sensual touch on your body.

Most of the days you try to work hard, you try to

give acting your all. The amount of empathy that runs through your body, the amount of crying and thinking you’ve had to do. Countless nights of annotating, listening to Broadway music, seeing off Broadway shows at DPAC, water pouring.

“Thank you Frankie.” You fiddle with his hair, you never felt more comfortable with your body in front of another guy, “I try to think those things, but I appreciate it you know, I try to be what people want me to be.” You grimace at the thought of having to do another show tonight, on the day you just want to stay in with Frankie and never leave.

“I know it’s hard dollface, but I want you to know, you probably don’t remember but I went up to you after the show and you hugged me, and I knew that minute. I just knew deep down I would find you again.” He washes his hair, “ I introduced myself as someone else because we couldn’t say we were from New York but you didn't even know me and you still talked to me, you still gave me your time and I could see how tired you are. But that’s how special you are, that’s why everyone loves you, that’s what you do to me-”

You shut him up before the words can be said, you relax under the water together pushing your body against his, “You’re fucking with my heart, no matter what Frankie, baby I will always find you. This was meant to happen, and everythings been so perfect, I haven’t felt this,” You rub your heart, “In a long time. And that's because of you. I have the power to go up on that stage because of you. You were my lucky charm on the closing night of Cabaret and I didn’t know it then, but here it is now.”

He hedonically sits on the seat in his shower, sitting you on his leg. The water was pouring the other direction and he meticulously kissed down your back.

You shudder when he would lift up, to place his lips back down again. He was making love to your body, he was being gentle and calculated.

Your souls were attaching themselves together and you don’t think you could ever let go.

“Last night was perfect, everything we did, everything you did made me believe in God.”

“Trust me I saw God last night mi amor, my perfect Goddess.” He nips at your shoulders and ears, “So strong, so soft, golden.”

As you press into his stomach you really feel him, fuck.

“Shit, you didn’t come.” You squeak. You could feel a rock against your back, reacting to your body so easily.

“It’s okay, I didn’t need to. All I needed was to make you feel good.” He shivers, “And if we went any longer… I would’ve came inside-”

“I can go on birth control you know, get an IUD, drink turmeric water, something. Bless we live in the state of New York.”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with honey.”

“It's 3am, we’ve got some hours to kill.” You grin.

The burnt fire in your stomach ruptures again, and this time you’re in control.

“What do you want from me right now Mr. Morales?” You shimmy your ass against the base of his cock, his length nooking into your inner thigh, “C’mon playboy, I want more, more for tonight. I can take it.”

He groans, you push him against the shower wall, you look down and see precum leaking out of him like a college boy. You fish around to fit his cock inside your entrance, exasperated from the feeling of him stretching you wide. You hear him whimper slightly in your ear, the warmth of the steam filing your lungs.

The unsaid craft of love mixing with you guys fucking each other made you want more for the world. If you could feel this for the rest of your life, if you could make all 8 billion people on earth understand how this love was the realist thing you have felt, humane but not blind. You needed more of him.

You knew he needed him to cum, he needed to chase his release.

His hands reached for your hips, the water easing the action of you bouncing on his cock. He couldn’t contain his guttural sounds. You couldn’t handle his cock slipping in and out of your pussy, it felt too good. The way he curved inside you to kiss your spongey spot made you twitch.

“I ain’t gonna last darlin, m’sorry.” The slapping of your skin overpowers the air, the motion in your body to think.

“Come inside, I want it Frankie. Fill me up, fill my fucking pussy up.” You groan, “I’m just a fucking hole for you, fuckin cum hole for your dick.”

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna baby, don’t stop- don’t fucking stop.”

At the last minute, you reach down to touch his balls, to give him one last kick before he untangles inside you, you want him to see the stars.

He gasps, and his body spasms, he falls back and you go with him. He unloads into you, never feeling warmer in your life. You shimmy your hips with his dick still inside you, he heaves as his cum kisses your cervix.

You feel him slipping out of you, you can see the water washing it away, but he felt so good inside you.

“Jesus baby, so fucking tight you have me cumming light a god damn teenager.” He amused.

You slank against him, breathing for your life. He kisses your ear, pulling your hair from your face, clasping your lips together. His hands were holding your boobs, roaming your torso. He stays inside you and he goes soft.

“I could feel you swelling inside me, I could feel the second you popped, it was like your orgasm interconnected with me. Fucking made for eachother.” You whisper.

He gains back strength enough to move, he grabs the cord of the showerhead, dropping it to his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ve never done this?” He questions.

“Do what with a shower head?”

“You’ll see.” He purrs, kissing your neck.

He turns the head of the shower spout to the smallest, but most powerful setting, and he immediately points it at your clit.

“FUCK,” You jerk, “My fucking- god Frankie- it’s so powerful- fuck. I can’t-”

“You think I’m gonna cum and you’re not pretty girl?” He intertwined his legs around you, pinning you to his body. The sensation on your clit made your cunt walls jolt, that affected his dick to harden again inside.

He started to push into you, clamping around him too fast, your orgasm was coming quick and there was nothing to do to stop it.

“Cmon dirty girl, I know it feels so good. I know you’re leakin and it ain’t just water. I need you to cum on my cock again, I know you can do it.” He brings the spout closer to your pussy, a centimeter from your pulsating nub. He fucks his spent cum back into you.

He moves his hips faster than a sonic boom, disrupting the symbiotic relationship you had seconds ago and you feel like you’re about to explode, incomprehensible how the pressure on your clit with his heavy dick inside you is about to make you fall off the face of the earth.

“Ahh- ngh- Frankie- I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-” You scream.

He interlocks on you harder, keeping you in place and with his free hand he holds your stomach down. Locking you down. He growls in your ear, fucking you in place. You can’t do anything put let your pussy take it and unleash your voice.

“I can feel the outline of my cock in you, so deep in your stomach, see that?”

You dangle your head, seeing a bulge past your mound inside you, his cock owning you. And not a second later his pumps slow subconsciously and he sets down the shower head. You can feel him spurt into you again. Longing out both of your orgasms.

“Fuck Frankie, fuck I can feel it, I can feel both of us.” You mumble, kissing him, salivating for his mouth. The water was facing the other way of the shower, so you watch both of your liquids mix to the shower floor.

You’re so full of his cum, you can’t even panic, you would have if it was anyone else, but Frankie’s cum was a gift made from the universe. All you wanted was more. Figuring out how to prevent anything from biologically happening inside your body was another day's problem.

“Gotta clean you off baby, can’t have me leakin out of you all day.” He shifts, scrambling to get the shower head off the floor, changing the setting so it wouldn’t attack you again.

“No I could be, but I don’t think it would be too sanitary for my costume.”

“Fuckin nasty girl.” He beams, he rubs the inside of your thigh, not daring to get closer to your entrance, cleaning you out and using the heat to uncrease any knots in your body.

You still couldn’t believe it all this time, he saw you first. He saw you as Sally, he saw you in one of the worst stages of your life, and he still saw you for who you were. Deep down, you knew there was never going to be anyone like him again for the rest of your life.

“I think it was the universe makin us together Frankie.” You mumble in a sex haze.

Cherish him now, before anything threatening happens.

He turns off the shower, slipping out to grab towels for you both. He spikes through his hair, lifting his towel. You eye him up and down, your lower half not able to handle seeing him like this. You’ve had the best orgasms of your life in the past 6 hours and you're still wet for more?

“Don’t worry baby, we’ll have time for more tonight.” He smirks. You go to lay in his bed, grabbing the closest shirt of his you see.

“Actually remember that afterparty for the show? I was gonna go to that, see if you wanted to go?” He joins you in bed.

“I wouldn’t mind going, I think all my guys were gonna go to that but…” He lingers his fingers around your boobs, “We couldn’t really be near each other or touch each other.”

“But that would be fun, edge each other all night, just to be back in bed, fucking each other like crazy. Isn’t that right Francisco?” You hum, running your fingers on his belly.

He huffs, your fingers searching dangerous territory.

“You don’t know what you’re fucking starting.” He tuts.

“Of course I do.”

You lay with him longer, watching the time pass. He scrolls through his TV, he still has cable. You go in and out of sleep, watching the sun rise through his balcony.

You saunter downstairs to get your bag eventually, grabbing your bag to clean yourself for the day. Thank the fucking lord you packed like a hound for show days. Lotion, 2 days of clothes, toothbrush, deodorant, hair oil, perfume.

He watches you slip into his bathroom, winking at him as you close the door.

20 minutes to go fucking delusional. You check your phone.

New Message:

11:34 Laylah: May have accidentally gone to Bryce’s place

11:40 Laylah: OOOOOHHH SHIT YOU”RE GETTING DICKED DOWN TELL

6:55 Laylah: Just woke up, let me know if you’re alive

Jesus christ, what a story to tell.

You: I’m alive and breathing

7:38 Laylah: WHATTTT HAPPENED

You: Well we did things, and more things. And then the universe collapsed.

7:40 Laylah: OH FUCK ME TOO. Talk when we get to the theater?

You: Oh hell fucking yeah.

As you put your phone down, Frankie knocks on the door, he comes in, “Hey before we go to the theater, lets stop at a bodega. Get some coffee and stock up on some pills?”

Pills?

Oh fuck.

“Shit, I completely forgot,” You giggle, “That sounds perfect.”

He picks you up and twirls you in the air, “Be ready in 30, pretty girl.”

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Before you left, he gave you a tour of his house in the daylight, took you in the backyard, showed you his garage with 2 other cars. His whole upstairs. His house was beyond elegant, something you’d only see in movies and this was all for him. You feel his personality in every room, you could see his life in everything he has. He had lives before you, but who were you before him?

Instead of taking his million dollar car, he took his low audi. Not as recognizable but still him.

He went to the nearest corner store, leaving you in the car, giving you his hoodie. Whatever was to happen between you two, you could live your life like this until you die.

“Ok 2 coffees with stevia and oatmilk, and a shitload of Plan-B!” He cheers. He came back with a bag full of Plan-B. “What?”

You shake your head, jesus christ. Your uterus couldn’t take him.

He pulls around back behind the theater discreetly, dropping you off so no one would see you walking in together. He kissed you goodbye, tonight's the last show.

Before you realize it, Laylah is booming at your hair, perfecting your makeup for your cast interview with The New Yorker. When you saw each other you both squealed but were surrounded by other makeup interns. The long awaited conversation would be saved for a private session.

At 2:30, Ms. Roylance pulled the cast into a room with a line of interviewers from The New Yorker. She had already pre-prepped you all with answers, figuring this would probably be the longest part of the day. Frankie, both of Mr.Millers, Mr. Garcia, Ms. Cheot, Mr Davis, and Ms. Roylance sat in the back of the room observing how you all would respond.

The interview was being filmed, so you sat up straight and answered when you were talked to. The questions were more directly to Mattias, you didn’t mind. All you had to do was look at Frankie and look pretty. You weren’t sure how stuff like this would ever work out, you knew some interviewers could have their sleeves so tight that they could ask any asshole questions.

So finally to both our leads, how did you balance school work and working on a college Macbeth production for Broadway?

“You go first.” Mattias directs you.

“Well, I just had recently moved to this school and as a senior my classes are industry classes. So as long as I show up, give 100%, and learn my lines on the side. Work my job, get 7 hours of sleep, wake up and run. Try to subside that this is a Broadway production and you’re balanced.” You grin.

“For me, I do my classes, shots of vodka every Friday, and learn my lines. Not as well as this one.” Mattias giggles.

Mattias definitely made you feel more comfortable in this interview, he tried to give more questions to you, but you didn’t take it personally.

You wanted this interview to end nonetheless, smiling at empty jokes- you really didn’t think your first interview would go like this.

After an hour and a half, you and Mattias had to be prepped to go into another room for Vogue. The other actors were being touched up by Laylah. Ms. Roylance said this would be more intimate, prepare your answers to be more emotional and if you don’t want to answer you laugh it off.

5 o’clock sharp and just one reporter walks in greeting all the directors and sitting down in front of you and Mattias.

“Hi! My names Jules and I’ll be interviewing you guys today.¨ She shakes your hands, smiling and jaunty within her step, ¨Umm I just want to start off, if you don’t want to answer anything that I ask, give me a thumbs down and we can just pass it. No harm, no foul.” She smiles.

You’re not being recorded, but audiotaped. You liked this better, you could slouch in your seat and not check every 5 minutes if your hair looked correct. You all had afternoon coffee on your side, and Frankie was in the room, you were safe.

I wanted to start off first, how do you both relate to your characters?

¨I feel like Macbeth is a warrior hero, he is just trying to make everyone happy. He’s jumpy but wants to make his wife happy. He aspires to be king and I feel like my entire life I’ve been trying to gain control of my own life and I feel like that’s what Macbeth is trying to do in his story.” He sips his coffee.

“I feel like Lady Macbeth has been strong her entire life, she would do anything to make her husband happy, and I mean in the end she takes her own life because of the things she has done so personally I relate to her because my whole life I do things for people and sometimes I may go against myself to make someone else happy and then I feel dead inside. I feel this stomach churning sickness that I will never get to go back to my regular person.

Wow, your responses. I feel grateful to be here with you both and your responses are so heartfelt already. Where do you both see life after college?

“Honestly I thought I wanted to go to Law school after this, but possibly some more auditions for Broadway. I did apply to get into the graduate program at Julliard so I am looking forward to that this year. Possibly get an internship somewhere.” Mattias responds.

You haven’t this far about what you’d do after college, your number one fear of having to move back with your mom or go homeless.

“Honestly after this year? I mean I have a service job uh… audition for some TV roles. I’m not sure, I love reading scripts and annotating them. Just working in the industry, I love acting so whatever comes my way I’ll take it.”

Do you plan on staying here? Since you moved from North Carolina?

“Yeah I do.” You look at Frankie across the room- he’s essentially a reason why you would stay in this city. “North Carolina was never home, so I feel like if I go back, there would be no place for me to go home to.”

That’s funny, I’m from there so I understand what you mean, it’s pretty boring.

You laugh with Jules, empathy being an understood language.

What are your prize possessions?

“Can she finish the rest of the interview, I’m sorry I’ve talked all day and she has better responses than me. And pedialyte!” Mattias pokes you.

“Ok, my most prized possession is my copy of A Little Life by Hanya Yanigihara. I think that is the best book I have ever read, now I’m not saying go read it because there's so much trauma and it’s extremely sad, but it’s truly one of the most captivating and well written books I’ve read in my lifetime. I’ve annotated it to the brim and it’s worth everything to me.”

I’ve read it! After I finished I was sobbing like a baby, and I had to go to Lispenard street and just sit there in silence, it took months for me to not think about Jude!

“Trust me, me too, that book will go to the grave with me.” You wink. “I’ll have to go visit Lispenard street sometime soon!”

Ms. Roylance gives the que that it’s time to wrap up, show would be starting in 2 hours and you had to do senior greenroom.

Okay, my last question for the night, what are your thoughts on the industry, Hollywood, Broadway, all of it?

You couldn’t obviously say how you really felt, but you could weave around it.

“Hmm that's a big question,” You nod your head, “I don’t think it’s a cruel industry, I mean it can be, don't get me wrong. But when I was younger I was drawn to a place of freedom of expression, I was drawn to a place that would allow me to feel without any punishment. I wasn’t allowed to feel anything when I was younger. I felt silenced my whole childhood, and this world pushes me. I’m motivated to act.”

You simmer for a second, “But the kicker is, the space that makes me feel safe, has 180’d sometimes into the box that makes me feel like a child again. It’s trying to find that fine line between expressing yourself or getting nowhere. I want my work to make people feel, I want them to notice how I felt when I was younger. I’m healing, I feel like anyone who acts is still healing, no matter what it can be. It’s like this box that you wanted to get around going into the industry puts you in it again, because no matter how raw you get, how you assume a character in front of that camera or audience, you will still be judged by how you move.” You take a breath.

“I don’t know, humanity will always be humanity, um I feel like being a true actor in this industry will eventually let me feel free so I’m lucky in a sense. I’m an emotional person so I’m excited to see where my life takes me. I think regardless of what your life is like, the artist and creative soul will always find a way to create. The world will find a way to bring resistance, but it’s what your mindset is like that will eventually push through and prove other people wrong. Because the industry won’t be pretty to your unapologetic self. It’s all the human experience.

Jules pauses the recording on her phone, “Who are you and where have you been?” She beams. She starts clapping her hands, everyone in the tiny room abruptly applauding for you. You shy away, looking at Frankie through your hair and Mattias shakes your shoulders.

You didn’t mean for this to happen, but this is how you really felt about the industry.

“Tucked away in North Carolina for 22 years. Before then? Maybe a cat walking the cornfields in Kansas.” You giggle.

“It was the utmost pleasure to meet you all today, break a leg with your last show.” Jules gathers her things and leaves the room, leaving you alone with Mattias and your directors.

They called in the rest of the cast, Frankie went searching around for the rest of the tech crew, preparing for the tradition before the last show.

As everyone entered, you saw Laylah make her way to you, you felt tears beam in your eyes. Never failing to get emotional for anything like this. You hadn’t really let anyone see you cry before, Frankie hasn’t seen you cry yet, except for Laylah.

“So as you all know, this is what we call the Senior greenroom. Where all the graduating seniors this year give advice to anyone under, what they have learned and we know it’s early in the year for some of you but say anything on your mind before the last show.” Ms. Roylance explains.

“Mattias you start.”

You lean against a wall for this, looking at your feet, trying to not to show any emotion. If you gave in you know you’d cry all your makeup off. You listen to Mattias speak about his years here, about the things he would have done differently;y and you watch the tears drip down his face. A few more seniors talk, some you haven’t gotten a chance to really work with, but hopefully in the coming months you will.

The spotlight lands on Laylah, you look up and see the gloss all over their eyes, they walk over and put your hands in theirs.

“Advice I would give to people younger… hmm…” They run their thumb through yours, “When you need help, accept it. Open your heart more and don’t regret it.” They look up to you, “And sometimes your family doesn’t have to be blood. I have spent years trying to make up for past time in my life but the people that I know have made lifelong friendships will always be there for me.” They pause, “This space already has given me the opportunity to only be myself and create art, that's all I ask for. And you have made my girl, my best friend, the happiest person on earth.” They finish.

They finish and they hug you, tighter than you could think. You appreciate Laylah more than you could imagine, when you were a little girl you never thought you would be loved by another human being this much, but Laylah proved you wrong. They taught you your self-worth, they taught you how to function in society. You couldn’t explain your level of friendship, it just was.

They let go, after tears slip down your face, you clear your eyes and prepare what you are gonna say. Only a couple months ago were you two introducing ourselves to a crowd of people and here you are.

“Where do I even begin?” You blow the snot in your nose. “Honestly when I came here I was scared, but I didn’t let myself be held back by that underlying fear. And this one right here always pushed me, no matter what.” You squeeze Laylah, “Always trust your teachers, because they know what’s best for you. Always go the extra mile even when you’re not even asked because that will get you much further.” You ponder,

“But this space, the performing arts has always let me feel. I have always been myself and I have always expressed my emotions in a beautiful way in the performing arts and I would never take it back for a second.” You choke on your words, “I feel so lucky to get to be here in the city, and I am so happy to have worked with a group like this that has accepted me and made me feel safe fuck.” You giggle, covering your mouth for cursing, it lightens the room, “But all I’ll say is let the world consume, fill your life with passion and projects, care about things, be a nerd, be a baseline for someone, be love and safety.”

By the time the whole room is in tears and you start hugging, hugging because the sadness for the purity of everyone's happiness is a raw human emotion.

Ms. Roylance is clearing her eyes, and you can see Frankie rubbing circles in his heart, signing to you.

“I wanted to say how I am so lucky to have worked with some of the best I’ve seen in years, and I will get to say we made history with our Broadway shows, and the talent that I have gotten to teach and direct has shocked me. Go make me proud out there! Places in 10! Everyone break a leg!” Ms Roylance calls out.

The crew scurries to get to the booth and you go behind the stage watching the chaos unravel itself.

You hear a door open and a tug at your shoulder, you immediately knew it was Frankie. You were panicked but the confirmation of it being Frankie made you feel instant relief.

“What are you doing Mr. Morales? Are we here for old times sake?” You grin.

“I mean I wish, but I want this to be our ritual before you perform. Just us together, somewhere hopefully alone.” And he hugs you, tightly.

Instantly you feel a world of emotions collapsing on you, almost the joy you felt as a kid during christmas. Magic.

“Your heart, pretty girl, so so beautiful.” He rubs your temples, “You’ve got a way with words, my perfect star.” You kiss him, feeling the world crash in, “Now give them all that you got.”

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[hiiroamagisbestfriend]

hi!! :3 not sure if the requests for the christmas countdown is still open , but if it is !! can i rq rinne for christmas shopping (dec. 12)?

Christmas Shopping!

w/ Rinne Amagi x GN! Reader

you actually sent this request to me after I already got the 10 i needed, but I was already planning to put Rinne here so it worked out in the end??

Warnings: Nothing! Just Fluff!

When Rinne Amagi, leader of Crazy:B and king of troublemakers asked for you to come with him someplace, the signals were basically blaring inside your head. Not that you actually had a choice, seeing as he already had an arm around your shoulder and started dragging you with him, either not hearing or just straight up ignoring any words of protest coming from you.

To say you didn't like Rinne could be quite the understatement. He'd always do these kinds of unreasonable things, and just expect for you to play along. You know that getting riled up is exactly what he wants, but it's not like you can just bottle up your grievances against him! Even now, he can just squeeze you in tighter as you try to flail around to no avail.

When you realized that trying to escape was just a waste of energy, you decided to just hang your head low and follow his lead. Still though, it did make you a bit embarrassed to be this close to Rinne. Sure, he was crass, loud, and did nothing but cause problems for you; but you know that it's not like he ever did anything with purely bad intentions, and if it really comes down to it, he was objectively a pretty attractive guy.

You quickly dispel such thoughts, realizing that such an intuitive person as him could probably find out what was on your mind if you linger on it for too long. "Amagi-san... Where are we even going?" A sigh made its way out of your mouth at the end of your question.

"Come on now, we're best buds aint' we? Just call me Rinne already!" He lets out that signature hyena laugh of his and you wonder when exactly he started considering you a 'best bud' of his, or maybe he was just trying to get a reaction out of you? I mean, sure maybe to other people you two would seem close, but you know within yourself that you did not like this man at all. You try your best to keep a poker face, and it seems like it was good enough to dissuade him.

"I made it big at the pachinko machine earlier! So now I gotta spend all this cash while I'm still feelin' the high!" Your face sours at that, partly wondering whether or not to even bother scolding him on that awful outlook. When Rinne suddenly stopped, you looked up to see that the two of you were at the entrance of a nearby mall. You sighed again; he really was about to spend his money, wasn't he?

He brings the two of you to the first store he could lay his eyes on, which seemed to be cute store full of plushies and other toys. He grabs a bunch of random stuff off the shelves and shows them to you, his sparkling eyes catching you off guard. "Hey, which of these do you think otouto-kun would like?"

When you look at the things he was presenting, it was quite difficult to make a choice, seeing as he just grabbed all sorts of things. "Hmm..." You took a good look at everything, before coming to a pretty sound conclusion. "If it's your little brother, he'd be plenty happy with anything just as long as it was you that got it, wouldn't he?"

Rinne ponders on your words for a bit, his finger on his chin as he makes a comical thinking face. "I guess so. Still, what looks good here?" He nudges the things back at you, and you take another look at them. There were a bunch of kids' playthings like action figures, dolls, cars, and plushies. Jesus, how old was the target demographic that Rinne was going for?

"I guess this? It's got a sketchy looking face, like you." The fox plush you were pointing at did have quite the strong resemblance to Rinne, and while you'd never admit this next part, it actually looked quite cute. Rinne turned the plush in question to look at him, imitating the dumb smirking expression it had. "cute."

Your eyes widened when you realized what you just said, but you start to thank every known God in existence as it seemed like Rinne didn't hear you. Rinne then turns to look back at you. "What's up? Somethin' on my face?" He moves a bit closer to you, pretty much forcing you to look at his face. When he's up close like this, you really can't help but admire how handsome he is.

You can feel your face start to heat up and decide that literally nothing would be worse than having Rinne see that. "Huh?! Hell if I know, go look at a mirror or something!" Before he could even reply, you brisk walked all the way out, leaning against a nearby wall. You were quite curious as to what he was going to end up buying though, seeing as he showed you some pretty childish options for his younger brother.

You start massaging the space between your eyes, when you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. He didn't even seem all that troubled by how you shouted at him earlier. "Alright! Next stop!" He holds you by the wrist and drags you to a jewelry shop, letting you sit down on one of the chairs as he looks at the stuff they had on display.

When you realized this might take a while, you decided to go check some of the stuff out too, seeing some reasonably priced accessories like necklaces, rings, and such. They seemed like the type that Rinne would often wear, so you wonder if this was a shop he frequented.

Your eyes land on a pendant that had a modestly sized jewel of your favorite color on it, making a mental note to come back to this place soon once you had some money to spare. You decided that it would probably best to go back to Rinne, turning around before bumping into something.

You look up to see that Rinne standing right in front you, and you wondered just how long he was there. "Uwah?! What do you think you're doing?!" You quickly made space between the two of you, taking a few steps to the side. Rinne's eyes linger on what you were looking at for a few seconds, before he let out a small chuckle.

"I'll be here a while. I'm not sure what a good gift for MERUMERU would be, so just sit tight somewhere nearby would ya'?" He makes a shooing motion, signaling for you to go and find something else to do. A part of you was kind of disheartened at that, a slight frown appearing on your face before you did as he said.

You were walking around aimlessly, though still close enough to the store so that Rinne could find you easily if he were to finish soon. Though the day has been quite hectic so far, you can't say that you completely hated it. Sometimes you wonder why Rinne even hangs around you, compared to him, you found yourself to be a total square. You can't even admit to yourself that you like him, and you treat him badly because of that.

What if one day he gets tired of that? Of you? To try and shift your thoughts, you slap your cheeks more forcefully than you wanted, having to wince in pain at what you just did. "Ugh... Stupid Rinne." You cover part of your face with the back of your hand, knowing full well that you were blushing quite a bit.

"Oh? Turns out you can call me by my first name!" Your jaw drops when you realize that the worst possible person to have heard you, just heard you. Your mouth starts making all sorts of weird sounds as Rinne pulls your hand down, showing your blushing face to him in all its glory. "Wouldja' look at that? You're way cuter like this, you know?"

Rinne puts on his iconic hyena laugh as he started to poke your cheeks, making you even more embarrassed than ever. "Come on, aren't you gonna' yap at me like usual?" Rinne was more than ready to play this game for the long run, until he realized your eyes were starting to water. "I love you."

"HUHHHHH?! Someone starts crying and THAT'S the first thing you say to them? Just how stupid can you be?!" Rinne didn't even give you time to react before putting you in a headlock and giving you a noogie. "Are you an idiot?! What are you doing!"

"Kyahaha! That's more like it! Can't have you cryin' on me on our first date now can I?" Ugh, just what is this guy talking about? You wanted to complain some more, but you suddenly realized you didn't even want to cry anymore; let alone feel sad. Not that you'd give him any credit for this, seeing as he was the source of your grief to begin with. He lets you go, rustling your hair a bit before a more serious expression appears on his face. "I love you."

"I heard you the first time!" You don't really know why, but you can somehow tell that he was being serious. He's trying to hide it, but you can see how his hands were shaking ever so slightly, and how the tips of his ears were just the slightest twinge of red; though that was hard to make out because of his hair being a similar color.

"I love you." He repeats like a broken record, his piercing blue eyes not wanting to stop looking at you for even a second. "I lo-"

You put your hand over his mouth, your heart not being able to hear that phrase even just one more time. "Okay! I get it! Stop saying it already!" You can hear his muffled voice try to sound out another 'I love you' and you suddenly feel like punching him in the face instead of giving him a proper answer.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, needing what little help you can get in order to mentally prepare yourself for what you were about to do. When you decided you were ready, you pulled your hand away from his mouth, looking him in the eyes. "I'll only tell you this once, so clean those ears out and listen up." Rinne's eyes start sparkling, and you suddenly feel a whole new level of nervousness. "I love you too, you big idiot."

You were preparing yourself for whatever it was he would do next, not sure if he would pull you in for a hug, or scream at the top of his lungs, or maybe even admit this whole thing was an elaborate prank. But when none of that happened, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his relative silence. "Hey, Earth to Rinne? You there?"

You shake your head when you receive not even a nod in response. "You still need to finish shopping, don't you? Come on." You realized by now that he probably only came here to buy gifts for his friends, and probably made you help him pick out gifts as a pretense for going out with you.

You turn around and try to look for a good shop for the two of you to visit next when you suddenly feel something around your neck. You tilt your head down to see that the pendant you were looking at earlier was now situated on you. Then, you felt something placed on top of your head, grabbing it with your hand to reveal that it was the fox plush that you found rather cute earlier.

You sighed, finally realizing what was going on here. Rinne probably intended on buying all sorts of stuff that you wanted and then giving them to you as a gift at the end, but without making it obvious to you by disguising it as gifts for his friends.

You grabbed Rinne by the wrist, taking the initiative this time as you point at a nearby shop. "Well? What are you waiting for? You won it big right? I'm not letting you go until I squeeze every last penny out of you!" This time, it was Rinne letting out a sigh as he got dragged from place to place, his wallet bleeding more and more as the day went by.

When Rinne had not even a single cent left, the two of you found yourselves absolutely swarmed with an innumerable number of bags and wrapped presents. Rinne would usually totally hate this kind of situation, after all, not having money means not being able to gamble. But being able to make you smile this much makes him think that maybe it's a price he's more than willing to pay.

"I lo-" Rinne got cut off when he felt you flick your finger right at his forehead.

"I get it, dummy. I'll be in your care from now on, then."

Yep, Rinne knew that he certainly wouldn't regret giving his all to you.

it might be a bit rushed? for that i apologize

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[stinkylittleanon]

Leviathan transfem headcanons! <3

Here it is, guys! Typing this at 4 am and I gotta get ready for school in an hour LMAO

> So first, he/she pronouns! Bigender Leviathan for the win, love her <3

> She doesn’t mind either set of pronouns, but leans more towards feminine titles and compliments. Call her pretty! Call him ma’am! 

> She’ll grow his hair out a good bit, not too long but just enough that it’s still easy to wash

> She’ll use cute headphones as lil’ makeshift headbands for her bangs, though it doesn’t work all that well because there’s still hair falling in her face

> He still dresses the same for the most part, though she’ll probably wear more feminine clothing if Asmo convinces her to dress up

> Also the brothers are so accepting!! 

> She acts like she doesn’t like it, but when Asmodeus gives him fashion tips he actually takes it into consideration

> She wouldn’t care much for HRT or any surgery, though if he ever does then he knows he can go to at least one of his brothers for help

> Mc buys her cat-ear headphones that are pink and she’s just... He’s over the moon! It’s a bit stereotypical, but she fuckin’ loves feeling cute!

> He does have clothes that Asmo bought her, like skirts and stuff, and she’ll wear it privately to look at herself

> At some point he does get comfortable enough to leave his room in feminine clothing, and the bros and Mc are complimenting her and she’s just so <3333

> Again, she loves feeling cute! Ruri Hana definitely helped him realize this

> He’ll put on eyeliner if she’s feelin’ like it or if Asmodeus puts it on her

> Asmo is getting mentioned a lot but like, he’s Levi’s number one supporter!!

> No name change for her, but more fem nicknames are accepted!

> Call him ViVi and he’ll stop working altogether

> She’ll start acting more cutesy if she feels comfortable, and it makes her so happy! 

> If you date him, introduce him as your girlfriend! She’ll get so flustered!

> There’s a few odd things that give her gender euphoria, one of those is walking in the door first- I imagine the ‘Ladies first’ thing is what she things about

> HAIRCLIPS!! HARAJUKU HAIRCLIPS!! She’ll start wearing those and she’s surprisingly good at the aesthetic?!

> Get her a Ruri Hana hairband and she’ll start pulling his hair back, it’s not really long enough to do that but it’s so cute! Like the front pieces are falling out and it’s a bit messy in the back

> The brothers keep switching between referring to Levi as their “Brother” and “sister” and it confuses strangers so much

> Pride pin!!! She gets a pride pin, or you get one for her, and he’ll wear it on his jacket!

All in all, Levi is still Levi. Our silly ol’ otaku! We love transfem Leviathan in this house <3333

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #Obey me leviathan #Leviathan #Transfem headcanons #transfem #transgender #transgender headcanons #transfem Leviathan

[infantilebliss]

You said you were and weren’t looking for a little one, that your time and financial situation was in the way. Is there a preference to your little or littles that you’d want to adopt?

This is a question that I received a couple of days ago that I want to answer, but couldn't... mostly because there are a lot of things that I want to say about it, and finding the right words for it can be pretty difficult~

I have a lot of 'wants', that could be divided into 'pure want' and 'need and want'. There are a lot of things that I would LOVE to have from a little one, but there are also things that I am willing to 'let go' if it means their comfort is reached. 'Needs and Wants' are the factor of Wants that I need to have, however, in any given relationship. These 'needs' include Trust, Honesty, and Happiness.

Trust is something that is true in many good relationship, but for something as intimate as having a full grown adult be willing to regress themselves to the point where they are back to feeding from baby bottles and lying on her back for someone to take care of her cushy bottom instead of using the big girl potty is something that absolutely needs trust~ Trust is something that has both parties be able to understand and trust someone in what they will and will not do... and for a caretaker, a Trust is needed that little ones can be trusted enough to be given enough looseness in their relationship and be able to act free, and a Trust of a little is needed to be able to let themselves be loose whilst having a helping hand that holds them. Having enough Trust to be vulnerable, open, and raw with their thoughts is always something that I crave a lot, even if the words and actions told is one that is not always kind. Trust is something that is needed, especially, for a little one that will be finding themselves living the life of being carried around all day and suckling their binky whenever they aren't strapped into one contraption or another, or simply laid down on something nice and soft to relax on...

Honesty, however, is far more important to me than Trust for a number of reasons. Honesty is something that isn't just speaking the truth, but it is one where they are true to themselves and know what they want. Does a little one really want to be suckling baby bottles and gulping mushy food? Does a little one really want to be dressed in baby dresses and pampers all day every day and have them be decked to the brim with things that would cause anyone that is cooing at the adorable thing to get nosebleeds? Does the little one really want to regress so far that some of the most basic things maybe outside of their reach, or put themselves in such a vulnerable place in the first place whether they have the correct support or not? Does the little one want to keep some aspects of their adult life, and what do they want to keep? Does the little one really want to make such a commitment, or is this just something to sit down and enjoy the thought of before waddling off to live the adult world? Honesty of the self is far more important to me, and unfortunately there are a number of people (most, actually) who are not only dishonest towards those outside of themselves, but many don't know about their wants, needs, thoughts, or feelings... often saying one thing, but when confronted with it or confronted with something that 'challenges' it in some form of another will quickly step away or hide. Honesty is a very important need, and unlike Trust that is something that is built up, Honesty is not always the case. Sometimes, some people will generally not be honest with themselves or others no matter what is presented or they have experienced, good or bad.

The final 'Need and Want' is Happiness. Happiness is the final goal for a relationship, but it is one where the little one is reached a specific kind of bliss... one where when they find themselves lost in their own little world, the only feeling and thought in their pretty head is the feeling that "They Won"... that they have all the love, attention, care, and desires met. That her needs and wants have either been fulfilled or is being maintained to the point where their little tummies are always bloated with flutters and giggles~ Where a little one is nice and soft all the time, unable to stop themselves from getting a nice permanent smile on their face that causes them to giggle at the silliest things, even looking at the same pretty colours or drifting of clouds causes them to gurgle and act so soft and silly as they enjoy the internal warmth that swaddles them~ A little one that is so full of happiness inside of them that they are a Star in their own right... one where they have such a glow and aura that there is warmth and light emanating from them, causing anyone around them to feel pure joy as much as a soft cat purring on your chest~

I hope that it gives a good understanding~ As for the 'pure wants', I am very flexible about my desires~ Sure, it would be so cute if I had a little bundle of joy that wants to stay that way forever and ever, being just an adult infant that will be treated like a mastercrafted treasure that is always in need of admiration and polish to make sure that they always are shining and feeling like something to be envied... but I have already talked about things like "Full Regression and Synthesis", along with a wide variety of different flavours of adult babies that I enjoy~ However, the three noted above are the most important, and they are not just a want but a need for a relationship with a little one. Hope that gives you a clear picture, tried to write as clear as possible, but I know that I might not always be XD

[ninebluehearts]

I need a part two!!! I need to know if Elvis comes back :’-((

Sure thing, my darling!! Lemme make this fluffy to fight all that angst 💕

Part 1

It's safe to say you didn't get much sleep last night. You tried your best to lay down and sleep, to just focus on your breathing and forget about the fight. But the thoughts had their way of creeping in and running circles in your mind until you acknowledged them.

Even through the tears and racing thoughts, you tossed and turned, going as far as pressing two pillows over your head to try and drown out the thoughts that only lead to more pain and sorrow.

You couldn't pinpoint exactly when you fell asleep, but you did know it was around the same time the sun started rising and birds began their songs.

Though, you didn't wake up until you felt the weight of another person on your mattress. You slowly blinked your eyes open, turning to see who it was.

Elvis sat on the edge of the bed holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, chocolates, a small teddy bear, and of course, a small teal bag with the Tiffany and Co. label across the front. "Good mornin', darlin'. I was hopin' we could maybe talk?" He whispered, using his free hand to rub your arm.

You shook your head and sighed, rolling back over. "You can't just buy my forgiveness, Elvis." You sat up and yawned, rubbing your fingers against your forehead to soothe your growing headache. "You really hurt me last night.. That can't be fixed with flowers and chocolates. Not this time."

Elvis nodded, setting the gifts towards the end of the bed, then completely facing you, taking your hands in his. "I know, mama. I bought all that for you as a physical apology, a reminder of how much I really do love you. But I know you actually need to hear it from me, huh?"

You simply nodded, focusing on your hands so you didn't cry again.

Elvis gently cupped your face in his hand, guiding your head up so you would look at him. "There she is. That's my girl. I hate to see you so upset, baby. I just get so caught up in the moment, that I don't stop and think about how you're feelin'. I'm sorry that I upset you last night. That really wasn't my goal, I just- My fans mean the world to me.. I'm just showin' em a lil' extra love is all."

You shook your head, pulling Elvis' hand away from your face, but continuing to hold it with both of your hands. "But it makes me really uncomfortable when you kiss those girls. It makes me feel insecure; like I'm not your girl if I have to share you, ya know?"

Elvis nodded, rubbing his thumb against the top of your hand. "I can see where you're comin' from. But you've gotta know that you'll always be my girl, mama. No matter what. Ain't nobody gonna change that." Elvis leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, both of you taking in each others words.

"How about this," You said, pulling away from him to look into his deep blue eyes. "What if you just kissed them on their cheeks, foreheads, hands, whatever. Just not on the lips, okay? Those are reserved for me."

Elvis chuckled, dropping his head as a giant smile spread across his lips. "If that's what makes you happy, then it makes me happy."

You smiled too, pulling him into a tight hug. "Thank you." You whispered, two tears slipping down both of your cheeks simultaneously. "Let's not fight like that again, okay? I was worried sick."

Elvis pulled away just enough to push the hair out of your face to behind your ear, that goofy grin still on his face. "Agreed. I'm sorry I worried ya, mama. And for everything else. Could ya ever forgive me?"

You nodded, leaning in to give him a deep, passionate kiss. And when you pulled away, you had a giant smirk spread across your face. "Depends.. What's in the Tiffany's bag?"

Elvis shook his head, a smirk of his own growing. "You little.." He mumbled, before engulfing you in his arms, falling back onto the bed as he attacked your face and neck with kisses.

Every relationship has it's up's and down's, but everything can be fixed with a little communication and love.

And maybe something from Tiffany's...

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[tokusaatsus]

Hello, hope you are doing well! May I please Request Kohaku with a reader who is sorta shy and often clings to him when they are around a lot of people?

☆—OUKAWA KOHAKU

I feel like Kohaku is not used to being a shield. He finds it’s easier to be the sword. It’s how he’s been raised–to be nothing more than a tool for attacking, something to cut and tear, to bleed and hurt.

Not something that can be utilised to defend, to protect.

But whenever you duck behind him in crowded areas, hiding your face between his shoulder blades, he feels like he can use the knowledge that has been forced upon him for something good.

Honestly, he finds it rather strange how you can be so independent when standing up to your annoyingly overbearing seniors (like the Magician guy from fine and that vampire) but retreat into your shell the minute you leave the premises of the dorms.

Still, despite how he may tease you, you know you can trust him to hide you from the world whenever you need him to.

“Feelin’ shy, are we...?”

If you’re taller than him, he’ll attempt to stretch out to his fullest height so he can cover you as best he can, stance wide like he’s getting ready for a brawl. It’s not much, but you appreciate it all the same.

If you’re shorter than him, he’ll let you cling to him and put an arm around you, tugging you close so your face is level with his chest.

He’ll glare at anyone who tries to approach you until you feel brave enough to come out of hiding, and even then he’ll keep a look out for anyone he thinks might exacerbate your unease.

He’d probably be really worried the first time this happens–by which I mean he’d stiffen up and put you behind him so he could defend you more easily, his eyes scanning the area for threats even as he keeps you in his peripheral vision, for anything that could make you act so nervous. Though once you explain to him that it’s nothing bad, you’re just anxious around so many people–that it’s nothing to be overly worried about–he calms down.

Feels a little embarrassed about his overreaction, but you assure him that you appreciate how he immediately went on the defensive at the first sign of your distress.

Now that he’s used to it, he can easily tell the difference between when you are actually in distress or just anxious.

He’s really sweet about it.

Will distract you by talking about his day, or something cute he saw that reminded him of you, really just anything that he can think of while he takes you to a less crowded place. Crouches next to you and rubs your back, the soothing circular movement grounding you until you feel calmer.

Hugs you afterwards and tells you, ya did good, Y/N-han.

When you thank him for putting up with you, he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

“It’s not really like I’m puttin’ up with ya. I love ya, and I’m happy to help ya out. Seein’ ya scared makes me feel…icky. As long as you’re feelin’ safe ‘nd calm, then I’m happy.”

☆—notes!

WC: 511 words

kohakyun ily <33. he is my baby. i hope u enjoyed this anonnie! currently hating myself for taking SO LONG to finish this (2 weeks qwq) but i hope this was worth the wait? (im sorry it could never be worth the wait sobs pathetically pls forgive me im on my KNEES OTL)

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