#seriously guys i'm so happy with this thread

[iniziare]

A lil end of the year secret to share with you. I never thought of zack and tifa in my life ever until this month and now they live rent free in my head. i love the potential of these two so much??? wtf I have known of these games for so long and here i am with this new world. thank you to you and sicsemper for giving me this xmas present

I don't know who you are, but this is the best secret (bar none) that you could have shared with me at the end of 2022 like this. Rest assured that I shared this with @sicsemper the moment I saw it, because my heart is so warm, it's unreal. Mika, people love our ship 😭 I mean I say 'ours' but, thankfully have been some out there who shipped it prior to us, but they mostly seem safely tucked away on Twitter. Any way, I digress— it's never too late for people to join us on this little bandwagon of Zifa, it's been my favourite thing since Mika opened my eyes to it and it has skyrocketed to levels of my love for Clerith within days, it makes that much sense. The fact that others seem to see and agree with it, well, that's one hell of an extra Christmas present for me too.

Stay tuned, because I hope to be writing these for a long time to come and ship them still from the grave one day. Hope you had a wonderful Christmas, non, thank you for this. <3

#[ saved. ] i don't want to harp on this but did you like the custom rabbit? / ... did i like it? / nailed it. right? #[ inquiries: out of character. ] you can call me anytime. i'll put you on hold. i like to watch the line blink. #[ you guys make me emotional; it's fine. ] #[ ... i can't see the tags that i'm typing because i'm for once answering this directly from my askbox. ] #[ so we'll see how this goes-- but hi yes. ] #[ thank you so much for this. seriously. my heart is genuinely warmed. ] #[ i have such a thoroughly amazing time responding to these threads with mika. ] #[ and it makes me so happy that others seem to like them as well. ] #[ means a world and then some. ] #[ so thank you. /thank you/. ] #[ and i truly hope you have the most wonderful day! and of course; had the most thrilling holidays. ]

[arminsumi]

Sleepyhead — 五夏

NOTE: idk if writing this made me sadder or was therapeutic either way let's cry together :')

SUMMARY — During your youth, you, Geto and Gojo made a magic charm that would reconnect the three of you in a different reality one day by a golden silk thread.

WARNINGS — not proofread, "just a dream" trope but really u just shifted realities and forgot your other life, angst, implied death / crossing over, based on the latest chapter bc i'm in pain and when i'm in pain i write 👍 sooo just in case: jjk manga spoilers (major char death, chapter 236)

Gojo caressed your cheek and muttered " You're such a pretty crier, but don't cry for me. Sh, I'm right here, baby, I'm right here. ", keeping his other hand intertwined with yours.

. . .

Your two eyes blinking out of a dream, coming back to reality. Or was it the other way around? Maybe you were awaking into a lucid dream.

At first it's a white space. A void. There's nothing but neutrality and emptiness. Then a golden silk thread is sewn across your chest. It leads down a corridor of white, one that stretches so far it almost feels like you're taking an infinite walk.

There's a door at the end, you open it. And all there is behind it is your old classroom, just as it was. There's Gojo Satoru, smiling that wide toothy smile like nothing in the world is wrong. And there's Geto Suguru, shaking his head and sighing a laugh over his best friend's ridiculousness. And there's Shoko Ieiri, peering over her folded arms as she rests her chin on the desk sleepily.

Walking obliviously into this memory while the real world continues on outside, you completely detach from reality and cross over. Why is it this memory ? It was such an ordinary day.

But it wasn't an ordinary day, you're mistaken; that day you wove a golden silk thread and imbued it with something, magic is a good word but no — it was an otherworldly "magic", something that's not sorcery.

You drift through this classroom memory, Gojo says hello and Geto smiles. Before you realize, you're floating past the exit door and enter another room — another memory.

It's then that you realize you're just drifting along the silk thread, hopping across each memory that you wove into it; their purpose to carry you over into another reality entirely.

More memories. More. And then some more. You're travelling through them, looking at them as if through a dream lens, half-detached, in a state of limbo. Not between life and death, but between realities where you're alive.

Maybe it was cruel.

The three of you leaving the world behind, shifting into different realities at your death, just so you could be happy and peaceful.

Final memories roll by, and you shift over; and in an instant, that whole journey seeps out of your mind.

You wake up just like any other day. Nothing is out of the ordinary. Gojo is crushing you with his weight, forcing you to blink awake and mumble groggily.

That was a long dream.

" Wakey wakey, sleepyhead — full body attack ! Okay, seriously, wake up. I want breakfast and I can't eat it unless you're with me. You know that. Why are you crying ? Did you have a nightmare ? Oh really ? What was it about ? "

Gojo follows you like a puppy throughout your morning routine. Though really, it feels like a mourning routine this time. Your chest feels so heavy, and you keep hugging him as if you haven't seen him in years.

" Hey, Suguru listen to Y/n's fucked up dream. It's insane, like a manga plot or some shit. Wish I had dreams of that. You should write it. "

" Oh ? Do tell. I'm curious. Aw, why the hug ? Y/n ? You okay ? Come on, let's make some pancakes. "

You watch the two of them in this ordinary habitat; Gojo lazing at the kitchen doorframe, talking about the awful ending to his favorite story.

" Y/n, you're zoning out. "

" Are you crying ?! "

" Sorry. I just missed you guys. I don't know why. "

" But we saw each other yesterday. We spent the whole night together. It was my birthday. "

" Yeah, and that's what's freaky; I feel like I just travelled for years. It feels surreal to look at the two of you. "

" Don't cry, come here. Satoru, take care of the pancake it's gonna burn. Y/n, wanna talk about it ? "

" No, I just want to hug you two. "

" GROUP HUG. "

" Satoru you're suffocating her. "

" Good group hugs are suffocating ! "

You stay with them in a long group hug. Everything feels alright.

" . . . the pancake is burning."

Suguru tends to it.

Satoru looks at you. " Cryin' ? Still ? Come here. You're so sensitive. "

He engulfs you in a hug again. Warm, soft, nice-smelling; this is definitely your ordinary reality. What a bizarre dream, though. Truly a bizarre dream.

" So how'd I die in your dream ? " he asks curiously.

" I don't want to talk about it. I just want to cry. " you choke, crying more into his chest. Suguru scolds him from the stove, while he scrapes burnt pancake batter off the pan.

Satoru looks down at you, cupping your one cheek, and says something that you swear you've heard before.

" Such a pretty crier. But don't cry for me. Sh, I'm right here, baby, I'm right here. "

© arminsumi

Do not plagiarize / repost / translate / copy layouts / etc.

Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

#yeah anyways ow #satosugu #jjk #jjk angst #satosugu x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #geto #satoru #suguru #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #angst #angst with a happy ending #angst with fluff #angst with comfort #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #au #comfort #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #jujutsu geto

[iamqueenpotato]

I Hate That I Love You.

Azriel x Reader

A/N- Honestly this is probably the most I've written consecutively in quite some time, I'm still working on other ideas but I felt angsty and was listening to hate u love u by Olivia O'Brien on repeat so this came to be 🙃 I hope you guys enjoy it! I greatly appreciate all of your guys support, you are seriously the best ❤️

Summary: Y/N has been best friends with Azriel for years, yet she had always hidden her feelings for the shadowsinger, but now she is forced to watch him be in love with someone else.

⚠️: Angst(that is all)

Word Count: 2.3k

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Maybe you were heartbroken because he was the one you cared for the most. And maybe it was because you watched as he fell in love and you became nothing but a forgotten object on a shelf. He was supposed to be your best friend, but things changed. Though you never expected to be one of them.

There is nothing that would make you forget him, but he was happy and you would hate yourself if you said you couldn’t be happy for him. The past you shared was there, and it is something you would cherish in your life forever, but people venture down different paths and he was going somewhere you could not follow. You hated that you wanted him, needed him. But he was the one that showed you a life that you never thought possible. And what life would that be if he no longer was a part of it? It was a thought you never worried you would have. But now it was becoming your reality and you reluctantly accepted it. You didn't have any other option.

You thought constantly of the days the two of you spent talking about ambitions. Your fears. Each moment and secret shared was a gift, but now all you could do was reminisce.

You two had something that you simply will not find with anyone else. The feelings came with time, and you did a good job hiding them, though there were days you thought he felt the same. Yet you were too afraid of ruining that friendship that you cherished. He was your comfort when you had nowhere else to go when those nightmares would threaten to tear you apart. He was always there. Like he said he would be. And you only could hope you were that person to him as well. You could only hope you meant something to him.

But now, watching him create new memories with her, overlooking you and all that you had shared. It pained you to see him. To think about him.

In the past he would seek you out, always asking you to spend the day with him. It all seemed so distant now. And you attempted every day to see him, asking Azriel to help you with your form, or even just to walk around Velaris to talk about anything but with each attempt you were met with rejection, saying that he was busy or that Elain and he had plans. And each time it only caused the heartache to grow.

You tried to forget him. To move on from what your heart ached for so badly. That connection the two of you shared, though there was no mating bond, the thread between you and him seemed it would last forever. But now you knew how wrong you were.

The days had come and gone and you began forcing yourself to ignore everything about him. But it became difficult when you saw him in every single thing that you did. The nights you would play cards with your friends, your mind only drifted to memories of games you and Azriel would sit so close to each other scheming against the rest of the group. How his hand always drifted close to yours, the way it made your heart skip a beat. It was days like those you truly started to believe you were not alone. He brought a certain bliss to you. It was as though that light inside you finally found its source. But even the brightest lights start to dim.

And maybe it wasn't fair to him for you to have such thoughts, to rely on him for so much but your heart was his whether you wanted it to be or not. It was screaming for you to say something, to tell him how you felt, to tell him you missed him. But your mind held the restraints so tightly around your heart because even though it made sense, no matter how badly you wanted him, you could never ruin his happiness. So you had no other choice but to watch as he disappeared from your hold, from your life, your mind.

There was an emptiness in your soul where he used to be. Yet it felt as if you were slowly being replaced. As if he only planned to keep you around until something better came around. You could only watch it happen, he was never yours, and you had no place in his heart as Elain does. The agony of it was heavy and unavoidable.

You hadn’t seen him for weeks now, and the torment of being anywhere near him was becoming too great, the rest of your friends began to notice, and when they asked why you haven’t been around, you would always respond with the same lame excuse of being tired. Though you knew they didn’t believe you, they didn’t pry, and you could thank them for that, you weren’t ready to explain to them that the male you loved dearly was in love with another female. And he doesn’t even know.

Late in the night, you heard a knock on your door, you assumed it was either Mor or Nesta, wanting you to come to drink more, and you were prepared to tell them no thanks. But when you opened the door, hazel eyes greeted you, shadows swarming Azriel’s body like a cloak. Your lips parted in surprise, his entire appearance seemed disheveled. “Why have you been avoiding me?” He questioned.

“I haven’t.” You responded quickly. “I am tired Azriel.” You began to close your door but he slammed his hand against the wood, using his arm to keep it open. You weren’t going to fight it, so you let him in, hoping he’d ignore the mess around your room. You had been too distraught to clean at all.

He closed the door behind him, his shadows illuminated by the fire you had burning. “Are you going to tell me why?” He asked again.

“There is nothing to tell.” You spoke from where you were seated along your bed. You couldn’t look at him, not when he didn’t look at you the same.

“Look at me, Y/N. Ever since Elain and I got together you’ve been acting different-” He started, and that is when you lifted your head to look at him, your jaw clenched, brows furrowed. He had no right to say you were different when he was the one who acted like your friendship was a minuscule thing in his life recently.

“Different?” You spat. You were standing now, fists clenched at your sides. “You have to be kidding.” You laughed bitterly. And Azriel looked at you taken aback by the sudden anger in your voice. “You don’t give a damn about me. At least not anymore.” Your voice was raised, and you figured the louder you were, the emotions that filled your entire being wouldn’t stop the words from spilling out. The ones that needed to be said. “I watched day and night as you sat there staring at her like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen. While I sat there alone, waiting for my best friend, waiting for you to act as if I existed. I am happy for you Az I am, but how could you never notice that you were slowly killing me?”

“What are you talking about? Where is this coming from?” He went to reach for you but stepped back, away from his hands, he didn’t get to comfort you anymore. “Talk to me, please.” He pleaded.

“I hate that I love you.” You choked out, the tears were warm as they fell down your face. He stared at you and the confession you had just put out there, his hazel eyes wide, followed by an unsure glance, you could tell there were words he wanted to share but he held his tongue. “I hate that I miss you even though I feel used. When you first started showing interest in Elain I let it go, I told myself I would be happy no matter what but you began to disregard me, and it hurt Az. Watching you fall for someone else broke me. Maybe I'm selfish, or maybe I am crazy. And you are my best friend. Though now I am not sure I can be when the pain of seeing you with someone else consumes me.” You looked at him through the tears that blurred your vision, his face had gone pale, but his hazel eyes stood out as they stared directly at you.

“Nothing would change what you are to me, no one could. But-” Azriel paused as if he was choosing his next words carefully. “She is who I am with now, and that means most of my time will be spent with her.” Azriel clenched his fists at his sides, his gaze now fixed on his feet. “Why are you only telling me this now? Y/N, how long have you felt like this?” Azriel spoke quietly but you could hear the faint crack in his tone. You couldn’t tell if there was anger in his voice or even disappointment. Or it was something completely different, you couldn't tell. His face was stoic, wearing the mask that you thought you cracked a long time ago.

You blinked the tears away. You knew rejection like the back of your hand but this, from him, was something completely different. You could only wonder if death was a better fate than this. His words had confirmed the one thing you never wanted to accept. “I will never be her. I will never be the one you love. Will I? I cannot put anybody else above you, yet you have no issue putting me below someone else. I didn’t want to ruin what we had. Azriel our friendship meant so much to me, and I couldn’t let foolish feelings I developed years ago take that away. And I knew this would happen eventually, I knew you would find someone that wasn't me but I never thought it would hurt this much.”

“Y/N-” His voice was hoarse as if the tears he tried so hard to keep at bay would fall at any moment. As quickly as that mask was replaced, it began slipping once more, showing you the vulnerable side that you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“Don’t. I can’t do this, not anymore, not when it pains me to see you, not when I know you will never love me the same way I love you.” Your voice was too calm, though the tears never ceased.

“Y/N I am sorry, please you are important to me, I need you. Don't say you’ll leave.” A single tear rolled down his cheek, he moved closer to you, and you wanted to back away from his touch but you would give him this moment. And maybe it was because you needed it too, knowing you would never feel it again after tonight. He placed a tender hand along your jaw, you could feel the slight tremble from him against your skin. You didn’t want this to be the end, but everything was different and maybe it was time for you to change too.

You gently laid your hand atop his scarred one. “I will always want what is best for you Azriel. And I hope things work out between you and Elain. I hope you are happy. But I can no longer be a part of your life, it is too much, my heart can't take it.”

“Please don’t Y/N, don’t say that, I am sorry, I will do better.” His other hand moved to cup the other side of your face, and fresh tears fell from the both of you.

“You said it yourself Az, she is who you’re with now. Your time is preoccupied. There is nothing more I want than to stay, but you won’t even notice I’m gone. I will not put myself through anymore more suffering. Especially when I know I could never be the one that you would choose. I can’t sit back and watch as the one I love, loves another.” You removed his hands from your face. He dropped them to his sides, parting his lips as though he was about to speak but you knew there was nothing left to say. “I am sorry Azriel.” You stepped away from him, making your way towards the door, and as you opened it you looked back at him, he didn’t say a word, only staring at you with sorrowful eyes. Begging you not to leave, he outstretched a hand toward you, in one last attempt to keep you there but you walked through the door, closing it behind you. You took off running. Leaving him alone in your room, you heard the door swing open with force, his footsteps behind you.

“Y/N please stop!” He called out.

But you didn't. You ran through the hallway, past the kitchen where your friends were still up conversing with one another. You heard Feyre call out to you but you kept moving. And once you were outside, you winnowed yourself away, appearing next to a stream in the middle of the woods. You didn't know where you were but it was far enough to where no one would find you, where no one would hear you. You slammed up your mental walls, making sure to keep everything out.

You dropped to your knees and screamed. You screamed to the stars until your throat hurt. Your body was numb. But yet it still ached for him, even though the two of you were only ever a broken dream.

Taglist: @honestlywtfisgoingon @marina468 @positivewitch @maviee @blurredlamplight @bookslut420 @elle10 @dragonstoneprincess

#azriel #acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #reader insert #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x y/n #azriel angst #a court of thorns and roses

[therobotmonster]

So many kid's toys these days just. Arn't fun. They're designed to be COLLECTED rather than PLAYED with. Everything is a fucking blindbag. Materials are flimsy and cheap and designs don't hold up to an actual child throwing them around. And it's all so EXPENSIVE, even accounting for inflation.

To expand on my thoughts here, I'm unrolling a Twitter thread I made about this trend. (with some additions)

The Big H's handling of mainline figs is... distressing, of late. Very little push for show mains, oversupport of already saturated legacy characters, and some frankly unsettling engineering and materials choices (esp in Cyberverse).

Increase in overall fragility, thinner parts, styrene-on-styrene joints that will go floppy in a few months of light play, very little "clicks" or locks solidly... the passion is clearly in the collector's end, and that's just bass ackwards.

This repugnus would have been amazing triumph from Mego in 1970s. But for a mainline big H TF line in the 2020s? This is a backslide. And before anyone brings up that it's from the kids' line, that's the point. They're KIDS, they should get MORE care and effort in their merch.

Every toy you make might be a kid's only birthday gift or holiday present. Toys are /given/ to children, and if the work is subpar, you make a chump out of grandma. You won't be there to blame if it breaks or disappoints.

It seriously drives me nuts seeing how far the stuff-for-kids industries have fallen. There's no brands without the work, but as the poet DMX said: "these cats done forgot what work is."

All your blockbuster superhero empires start in the pulp gutters. Compared to the movies toys, games and comics will never be profitable ENOUGH to be worth it on a billion-dollar scale ledger.

"Give me mighty oaks! There's no profit in acorns!"

If you want the stuff that makes the Michael Bay blockbuster, you have to start with the stupid goofy cartoon no one had seen before where anxiety over the oil crisis was acted out by robotic Punch and Judy puppets. How many studios would greenlight TMNT or TF sight unseen today?

If you make toys and cartoons and video games, your job is to make kids happy. How is that not sacred? If anything is sacred it should be that.

Art is the act of evoking emotion, and fun is an emotion (what else could it be described as?) and it is SO IMPORTANT.

I fear that gets lost in the "what to do over next?" rush. Every artist at those companies has a dozen amazing ideas in their back pocket that won't get a chance to become the next Transformers because a studio is terrified they'll make Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors instead.

Since the world is run by Captain Planet villains, I wouldn't bat an eye if we found out venture capital was a ploy by some disgruntled warlock who just hates the goddamn Care Bears.

Just some dick at Bear Sterns singing "There's no room for joy on a spreadsheet" to a weaselly sidekick.

Cuz guys, we've got companies that make GAMES for CHILDREN hiring the Pinkertons. I repeat. Games. For. Children. That's not normal. That's not a normal thing. That is a very disturbing thing.

And its hard to even discuss without sounding like a frickin' Care Bear myself. Because how do you sum up the creeping dread that the support beams are being mined thin, and everything fun for kids will go the way of Toys-R-Us, dragged down like Artax.

I'm not advocating pure altruism here. There's plenty of money to be made giving kids an awesome experience. It's investing in future fandom. Real Brand loyalty. If you want the blockbuster 15 years from now, get them hooked on the fun cartoon now. The value-add always pays off.

For every Transformers or He-Man there's going to be several Robotix-es or Power Lords. That's a risk. A risk worth taking. New ideas should be easier and cheaper to bring to fruition now than ever. But the system won't let it happen.

#toy design #cut corners #enshittification #80s nostalgia #hasbro #transformers

[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

Ahh! I'm sorry it took so long! You don't know the MILLIONS of times I've re-written this scene 😭! I hope you guys enjoy it!

0. The slow burn

1. There's too many. TOO MANY!!

2. It NEEDS to be EVEN sssslllllooooweeeeerrrrrr.

3. Sometimes, I really hate myself.

4. Don't even look at me ever again.

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex including fingering (f & m receiving) and blowjobs (f and m receiving).

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     “Do you think it'd be enough? Or too much?” Miguel asked, rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for Peter's response. But she'd waited: she'd waited so patiently for him, nothing could ever have been too much for her. Peter shook his head quickly, waving his hands in disagreement.

     “No way, man!” he objected. “I mean, you know her better than anyone else, right? Better than anyone here, at least.” He gestured to the building of Spider people surrounding them, then turned back to Miguel, an encouraging smile on his face. 

     “If that's what you think she'll like, then who am I to say anything about it?”

     Miguel thought about it for a moment, quickly realising that Peter was right: he did know her, better than most other people. But of course he wasn't going to let Peter know that - he'd never let it go otherwise. Miguel raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest. 

     “That's a first: Peter B Parker, not giving advice?” He turned to Lyla, hand on his chin as he thought about it. “Lyla, are we in the right universe?” 

     Peter frowned, opening his mouth to respond. But then he stopped, stunned. “Wait. Did you … just make a joke, Miguel?!” 

     Lyla flickered over to Peter, eyes equally wide with surprise.

     “You heard it too?!” she asked before breathing a sigh of relief. “I thought my code had a bug in it or something!” Miguel rolled his eyes at their teasing, his stomach fluttering with nerves as he pulled up his message thread with X. He typed out a few words, then deleted them, replaying their last conversation over again in his mind. What could he say to convince her to see him again? He'd been such an idiot - again - and it wouldn't be as easy as saying ‘sorry’, not this time. He slid his gaze over to Peter, wondering if he should just ask him to send X another distress call. She did like surprises - odd for someone who suffered from anxiety. But then again, she'd never been one to follow the norms; it was one of the reasons he'd fallen in love with her, after all. He cleared his throat.

     “Uh, Peter,” he called him over, trying to look as not guilty as possible. “Do you … think you could send X a distress signal? To the rooftop?” Peter flashed him a reassuring smile. 

     “Sure.” 

     She stumbled through the door onto the rooftop, a million situations running through her mind. Was it Miguel? He was the only one who ever came to the rooftop besides her - after she'd shown him, of course. And Peter had never asked her anywhere besides the control room. And that was only because Miguel was mad at someone and they needed her to calm him down. Oh God, what if someone was seriously hurt?!

     “Hello?!” X called out into the night, searching her surroundings. “Peter?!” 

     She walked over to the edge, her heart thudding in her chest at the lack of response. Then suddenly, without warning, all the lights in the city went off, casting the world into darkness. It stayed like that for a moment before a cluster of lights appeared, quickly joined by another, and another, until the entire world looked like space, she herself floating among a sea of stars. She grinned, delighted by the beautiful sight, and watched eagerly as more lights came into view, the beams racing across the buildings and crashing into each other until: ‘I love you.’ Just like in that movie she'd gotten him to watch. She clasped her hands together and bit down on her lip, the happiness bubbling up from her stomach and flowing into her chest and spilling out of every fibre of her being. Was it really him? Could this really have been his doing? The lights flickered back to normal again and the world resumed its daily routine, even as hers felt like it had just stopped moving. She held her breath, counting the beats of her heart as she waited. Then finally, “¿Arañita?” 

     She turned around to find Miguel, standing at the other end of the rooftop with a guilty expression on his face, plush Green Lantern toy squished between his large hands. She glanced at the toy then back up at him, knowing that he'd gotten it just for her - it was the last toy she was missing in her Justice League collection and he'd actually gone back to the arcade and kept at the stupid claw machine until he'd managed to get it. For her. Because it made her happy. She covered her mouth with her hand, muffling the disbelieving laugh that fell from her lips. 

     “I, uh … Here.” Miguel walked over to her and shoved the toy into her hands before stepping back again. He rubbed the back of his neck as his gaze flitted between her and the ground, trying to build up the courage to speak. Then he cleared his throat and straightened. 

     “I know I … I haven't said it … back, but … I've tried- I mean, I hope I've tried, at least, to show you, maybe, that …” He looked up at her again, at the hope written all over her face, and his heart stuttered. “That …” 

     “X, I …” he trailed off as his gaze roved over her face. Her lips were curled into that pretty smile that he could never say no to, her eyes creased at the corners as she looked up at him. She’d complained about them a few times; about how dark her irises were, but he loved how they always reflected whatever she was looking at - how he could look into them and see the exact reason for the smile on her face. His stomach curdled as she looked up at him now, her gaze adoring like he was her entire world. But how could she still look at him like that after he'd been so stupid; so selfish, doing absolutely nothing to stop himself from falling in love with her? Even when he'd been afraid that it would only end in the both of them getting hurt? He dropped his gaze back to the ground and pushed on, determined to let her know his true feelings. 

     “Uh, Miguel,” she began, her tone teasing as she took note of how nervous he was right now. Nervous! The Miguel O'Hara! Because of her! But he looked so sincere right then, standing on their rooftop, trying so very hard to pour his heart out to her. “Would you prefer it if I turned around? Then maybe you can-”

     “No!” he exclaimed quickly, grabbing her face between his hands. He swallowed hard, but didn’t pull away, resolute in his decision. Because he loved her - because he was in love with her. “I want to look at you. I want you to look at me when I say it.” 

     She gazed up at him, her lips still curled into that mischievous smile. “When you say what, Miguel?” 

     He took a deep breath. Then finally, finally, “when I tell you that I love you. Too.” 

     Her watch started buzzing, the gadget going crazy with how high her vitals were rising. But she just grinned at him even harder, her elated face still clasped between his hands. “Really?” 

     It struck him like a knife to the heart, her uncertainty - her disbelief - that anyone could ever love her like that. He straightened and set his features into a resolute expression. “Yes. Really. I love you, arañi- I love you, X.” 

     How gentle she’d been with his heart, holding it painstakingly close, like glass ready to shatter at a moment’s notice. How easy she’d made it for him, falling in love with her, like sleeping in on a lazy Sunday morning. He felt his lips quirk at the corners at the look on her face and reached up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “Only you, mi arañita.”

     She curled her fingers around his hand, feeling the tears starting to gather on the edge of her eyes. “Thank you.” 

     His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion at the unexpected response. Was she thanking him for loving her? That wasn’t what he’d been expecting her to say. Or do. Not that … Not that he’d been expecting anything in particular from her. “¿Qué?”

     “Um,” she hesitated, trying to come up with an appropriate response, “thanks for … for, um…” She shifted uncomfortably in position, then shot her gaze back up to his, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. 

     “Wait. Do you mean, like, in a platonic way?” she inquired. “Or, like, a romantic way?” 

     He’d just blacked out the whole damn city to tell her that he loved her and she was still asking him that?! But of course, no one had ever told her that they loved her before: how could she be sure unless he made it explicitly clear? He curled his hands around her waist, his stomach flipping over as he tugged her towards him.

     “I love you in every way you could possibly love someone. Platonically, romantically, all of it. I just want you, X. No one else. Ever.” She bit her lip against a smile, still a little scared to let herself fall the last few feet for him. There was no way - no way - this could possibly be real. Right? 

     She wasn’t saying anything, why wasn’t she saying anything? He pulled back and bent over to meet her gaze, nervous again now. “If that’s what you want, of course. Consensually, right?” 

     She rolled her eyes affectionately at how he echoed her words, then sank back against his chest. “You’re such an idiot, Miguel. Estás un grande tonto, mi araña.”

     He smirked at her words, hugging her tight. “You know, that’s not usually how you respond when someone tells you that they’re in love with you.” 

     She wriggled against him happily, pleased to hear those words exactly. Then she pulled back from him slowly. Her eyes flickered up to his, dark as the night sky, then she glanced away again. 

     “Are you … Do we kiss? Now?” She gave him a shy smile and his heart stuttered in his chest. “Do you … want to kiss me? Right now?” 

     He sighed and cupped her cheek in his hand, tilting her face up to his. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, arañita.” 

     And then his lips were on hers, soft and warm, his tongue sliding into her mouth to sweep across it. She heard herself let out a soft moan, then felt his hand on her back, supporting her as she went weak at the knees. She gripped onto his shoulders as he arched her back, bending her over so that he could kiss her even harder. He was so large and so strong, but also so gentle and so careful, his hand stroking her back carefully, his mouth slowing its movements to match hers. She loved him, she really loved him. 

     Ay, carajo, she was soft, her chest, her waist, her lips. She was so cautious in the way she tasted him, her tongue gliding around his mouth slowly. He groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and grazed the tip of his spine with her fingernails. Eventually, she slid her hands back down his chest, her eyes blinking open as she pulled away from him. 

     “Wow,” she whispered, awestruck. “So that’s what it’s like to kiss someone.” He shot her a wry smile. 

     “You’re really taking all the romance out of it, arañita.” She grinned and wrapped her arms back around him.

     “Are you insane, Miguel?! That was the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life!” She squealed with excitement, then started fidgeting with her toy, shy now. “Can we … Do we, like, go back to your place now? Or something?” 

     She peeked up at him from beneath her curly lashes and his heart stuttered at the thought of all the things he would do to her once they were alone in his bed. Finally. But he swallowed the thoughts down and reminded himself to take things slow. For her. “Do you … want to go back to my place?” 

     She nodded, her lips still curled into that shy smile that had his blood heating up and redirecting itself to his core. F*ck, he needed her so bad. He let out a shaky exhale and released her to open up a portal, then ushered her through it quickly. They landed in his living room and he guided her to the kitchen first, going over to the fridge to pull out a box of chocolates that he set down in front of her. 

     “I got these for you,” he revealed, moving around the counter to stand behind her. She opened up the box and picked out one of the chocolates, then held it up for him to try. He grabbed her wrist and turned her hand to her own mouth instead, gesturing for her to try it first. She bit half off, then popped the rest into his mouth. Her eyes lit up with delight as she chewed on the gooey centre and she turned around to slide her hands back up his chest. “Mmm. I love it! What do you think?” 

     He pursed his lips in thought as she wrapped her arms around his neck, considering the question. Then a mischievous look overtook his face. He gripped her chin in his hand and lowered his mouth to hers.  “I think I’m going to need another taste, mi amor.” 

     He slipped his tongue back into her mouth and groaned as he licked up the chocolatey taste of her. Mierda, she was sweet. He pulled back after a moment, his lips stretched wide as he smiled down at her.  “Deliciosa.” 

     She grinned at his teasing and he returned his lips to hers, his hands moving to grip her waist as he kissed her. God, he felt good, his broad shoulders, his wide neck, his soft hair. Her stomach flipped as he groaned against her, the vibrations rumbling out of his chest and into hers. Then he pushed her back against the counter and it was her turn to moan. He tilted his head as he bent her backwards, sliding his tongue even deeper into her mouth. She gripped onto his shoulder as he arched her back, her leg lifting off the ground as she spread them apart around him. He grabbed onto her thigh and wrapped it around his waist, then lifted her up onto the counter. She yelped in surprise and giggled when he moved his mouth to her neck, the sound of his satisfied moans causing her to shudder. 

     “Arañita,” he murmured against her skin, his lips brushing along the delicate column of her throat. He couldn’t wait to taste her; to please her and make her come for him, her smooth skin sliding against his, her soft flesh bare beneath his hands, her small body rocking with uncontrollable pleasure as she bucked and writhed against him. Joder, he wanted to taste her so badly: her breasts, her ass, her p*ssy. F*ck, her p*ssy, her tiny little p*ssy leaking that delicious, intoxicating liquid that drove him crazy every time he caught a whiff of it. He moved his lips back to hers, his body heating up at the thought of having sex with her; first in his bedroom, then his living room, and maybe even in his kitchen, staking his claim on her over and over again until she collapsed from the exhaustion, finally falling asleep in his arms. But he’d have to take it slow tonight - he’d have to: he wanted to make sure she’d enjoy each and every delicious second of his hands all over her, his mouth, his tongue, licking her up and devouring her whole. He pulled back from her, reluctantly putting some distance between them so he could regain control of his thoughts. 

     “What do you want to do, arañita?” he asked her, his chest already heaving with shallow breaths. “We’ll go at your pace. Lo que quieras, cariño.”

     She smirked at him, trying to catch her own breath as the adrenaline continued to race through her body. Sex! She was going to have sex with him! Just the very thought of it had her leaking into her underwear. But she had the upper hand this time, and she wasn’t about to give in to him so easily. “Oh, so now we go at my pace?” 

     He sighed, flashing her an exasperated - but slightly guilty - look as he waited. It drove him crazy, of course, every second that they still had their clothes on. But he deserved whatever torture she decided she wanted to inflict on him. X pursed her lips and slid her gaze to the side, pretending to think about it. Then she hopped off the counter, an alarmed expression crossing her face. 

     “Oh!” she exclaimed, trying to push past him. “‘To the moon and back’ is on now! Right?! I have to see if Johnny-” She stopped as she crashed right into him, his powerful arms trapping her against the kitchen island so she couldn’t put on that ridiculous reality show she’d gotten so addicted to. 

     “Arañita.” He frowned, the hint of warning in his tone letting her know that he knew exactly what she was trying to do. She grinned and slid her hands back up his chest, admiring the broad and hard planes of it beneath her palms. 

     “What? You said we’d do whatever I wanted. Right, Miguel?” He sucked in a breath at the feeling of her hands gliding across his body. Then he frowned, trying to remain stern in the face of the irresistible mixture of cuteness and mischief on her face. 

     “That’s not what I meant,” he told her, his hands coming around her waist. Of course he didn’t want to pressure her into anything she wasn’t comfortable with - but he swore he’d literally explode if she made him wait any longer. Especially with the way she’d wrapped herself around him, her deliciously soft breasts pressing into his hard chest. 

     “Then what did you mean, Miguel?” X fluttered her eyelashes up at him, knowing exactly what he intended to do tonight. With her. In his bed. “What did you want to do, mi araña fuerte?”

     P*ta madre, that ridiculous phrase again. He tightened his grip on her, his frustration growing as he remembered the last time she’d teased him so badly. “X.” 

     She took a step back, her eyes travelling over the defined lines of his muscles as her hands slid over them. Then she lifted her gaze to his and pushed past him gently, heading for the stairs. She bounced up a few steps before turning to look at him, a questioning expression on her face. 

     “Well?” she asked, gesturing to his bedroom. “Are you coming, Miguel?” 

     He followed after her, trying so hard to maintain his pace and keep that slightest bit of distance between them. But then they were in his bedroom and she was giving him that same shy smile that drove him crazy. He stepped forward and tugged her back to him, bending over so he could begin kissing her again. His hand drifted down her body as he moved his mouth against hers, his fingers tangling in the waistband of her tights before pulling it over her ass. He knelt down when she didn’t say anything, pulling her tights off and casting them aside. Then he reached up to undo the buttons of her bodysuit, his hands sliding over her skin and pulling it off as he stood up again. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her finally exposed before him, his eyes glazing over as they travelled across her body. She was so beautiful, he marvelled, stepping forward to cup her breasts in his hands, so soft and so perfect. She shivered as he began absent-mindedly circling her nipples with his thumbs and he licked his lips at the way her head fell back to expose her throat. 

     He was so careful and sweet in his gentle appreciation of her body, his hands taking their time to brush over her curves and familiarise themselves with the soft planes of her body. And the way he licked his lips at the sight of her? That dazed expression overcoming his handsome features as he admired her body? Shit, he was making her p*ssy throb just by looking at her. 

     “Miguel,” she giggled, reaching up to cup his cheek in her hand. He gave a questioning grunt, then dragged his gaze up to hers, bewildered. “You … want to take those off too? Querido?” 

     F*ck. “¿Qué? What did you just call me?” 

     “Querido?” she repeated hesitantly, wondering if she’d gotten it wrong. “Doesn’t it mean ‘darling’? I like it ‘cause it makes you sound like you’re my husband or something.” She bit her lip after she said it, her cheeks heating up at her admission. And f*ck if he wasn’t going to come just from hearing her saying that. He turned her around and crushed his lips to hers as he moved her towards the bed, his movements harsh and aggressive as he pushed her down onto it. She gave him a surprised look from where she lay beneath him, and her eyes widened even further when he finally deactivated his suit. 

     Shit. She couldn’t figure out where to look: his brawny shoulders, his burly chest, his hard abdomen, each of his muscles so carefully outlined beneath his tanned skin. He pulled his underwear off and she let out a little squeak when she saw his c*ck, huge and twitching, already stiffening at the sight of her naked in his bed. He climbed on top of her and pulled her back off the mattress, his hips grinding into hers as he kissed her hard. God, he felt good: his warm tongue tangling with hers, his hard body pressing down on top of her, his thick c*ck rubbing up against her clit. Shit! 

     She was so cute, the way she kept moaning and whimpering into his mouth, her p*ssy already so wet from the way he kept teasing her. He slid a hand down her body and dragged his fingers along her folds, his long digits scissoring her length and circling her entrance. Her legs twitched at the feeling and he moved his mouth to her neck, nibbling and sucking on her skin as he continued to play with her p*ssy. 

     “M-Miguel,” she whined, her body stretching herself out and then contracting again as she started to reach her edge. She was so cute, he thought to himself, eyes closed, head turned to the side, blissful expression on her face as she wriggled against his hand. Coño, he couldn’t wait to see what she would look like with his d*ck inside of her. But that would have to wait until another night - until he wasn’t so overwhelmed with desire that he’d be able to stretch her out before slipping himself inside of her. F*ck, he wanted to be inside of her so bad. She let out a delighted squeak as he nipped at her ear and he growled in response before pressing a tender kiss to her cheek. She whimpered as her body began to tighten, and he pressed his fingers harder against her, stroking and scissoring until she couldn’t take it anymore, her body shuddering against his hand as she came for him. He pulled himself off of her, sitting back to admire the rosy glow on her cheeks and the glistening liquid splashed across her thighs. 

     “Querida,” he began, his pupils dilating as they fixed on her centre. “Let me … Let me clean you up, arañita.” 

     He moved down the bed and began licking and kissing her thighs, his hands holding her legs apart as he took his time making his way to her centre. She pushed herself onto her elbows, wanting to see the way his mouth closed around her p*ssy. But then he licked a line up her length and she was collapsing back onto the bed with pleasure. She whimpered as he rubbed his thumbs along the sides of her vagina, pulling her apart so he could push his mouth deeper into her folds. Then her legs began twitching again as he hummed against her, the low vibrations running along her skin and adding onto the pleasure of his tongue dribbling up and down her length. 

     “M-Miguel,” she breathed as he pulled his folds into her mouth and sucked on them before releasing her again. “I-I thought … you were s-supposed to be … cleaning me up?” 

     “Coño, arañita. You’re so small,” Miguel informed her, relishing the helpless moans that fell from her lips. She clutched onto the bed sheets as he suckled on her clit, her fingers tangling in the covers as her body twitched and writhed with pleasure. He flicked his tongue at her centre, circling her entrance teasingly, then chuckled when she let out a desperate whine. “Sabes tan bien, mi amor.” (You taste so good, my love.)

     She tried to laugh, to tease him as he was teasing her, that devilish smirk on his face as he gazed up at her with his fiery eyes. But how could she possibly think of anything else besides the feeling of his mouth on her vagina? Of his tongue licking her p*ssy like he was trying to drink her up? Her legs twitched again and Miguel held them down, his grip on her firm as he continued to play with and pleasure her. 

     “But you just taste so good, mi amor,” Miguel moaned, the low timbre of his voice causing another chill to run down her spine. “So f*cking good. Muy bien, mi arañita. P*nche bien, mi querida preciosa.” He paused to grin up at her, his mouth and chin covered in a mixture of his saliva and her c*m, and she whimpered at the sight. 

     “You're so small, querida,” he told her, his attention returning to her p*ssy. “I can fit all of you inside my mouth.” He closed his mouth around her to prove his point, his tongue swirling around her clit as he groaned against her. X squeaked as her hips raised off the bed, her body approaching another climax, and Miguel cupped her ass in his hands, holding her above the mattress and licking her all the way from back to front. 

     “H-Holy shhit!” X exclaimed, writhing against his mouth as the contractions wracked her body. Miguel kept his eyes fixed on her as she came, his pupils dilating to swallow the red of his irises as he watched her take her pleasure. Then he lowered her back to the bed and crawled up over her, stopping to suck on her breasts before he buried his face in her neck. 

     “¿Estás bien, mi amor?” He nuzzled her neck with his nose, then pushed himself up to look at her, his chest warming at the thrilled look on her face. “How was that?” 

     He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her as he said it, and she felt her stomach do a full three hundred and sixty degrees rotation at the sight. She grinned and pulled his mouth down to hers, her hands running all over the muscles in his shoulders and back as she kissed him. Her hips pressed into his as he squeezed her ass, and she felt herself starting to get wet again at the feeling of his large c*ck rubbing against her folds. She whined in protest when he sat up quickly, but lost her train of thought when he moved her to the head of the bed and flipped her over onto her stomach. 

     “Miguel!” She chuckled as he slid himself on top of her, the hard planes of his body brushing against her back so deliciously. “How can you just throw me around like that?” 

     “Because! You're so f*cking small, mi amor,” he told her, lowering his head to her shoulder to suck and nibble on her skin. “And besides, isn't that what you wanted? For your big, strong boyfriend to pick you up and throw you around?” He shoved his hands under her, gliding them up her abdomen to take hold of her breasts as he licked the side of her neck. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure at the feeling and she flopped over his arm, giving herself over to him as he stroked and squeezed her tight little body. 

     “S-So you're … officially … my boyfriend … now?” she asked him, delighted by the thought. Her boyfriend! Her very own boyfriend! One who would look after her and take care of her and be there for her when she needed it; just like she would for him. 

     “Of course!” Miguel replied immediately, cuddling her against him. “You think I'd ever let anyone else have you, mi arañita preciosa?” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and nipped at her ear before sliding his hand around to her back to pinch her ass.

     “You're mine now, querida,” he informed her firmly. “Solo mía - toda mía. You're going to have to marry me, remember? You've got absolutely no choice, cariño.” 

     She whimpered and moaned as he continued to glide his hands all over her body, taking his time to marvel at her smooth skin and her soft curves. “S-So now … you want me to marry you?” 

     She gasped as he moved back down her body, his lips and tongue kissing and licking their way along her spine. He chuckled at her helplessness, then pushed himself up to a seat, his hands rubbing the backs of her thighs and kneading her ass. 

     “You're gonna have to work on a better proposal than that, Miguel.” X sighed, collapsing onto the mattress as he allowed her a brief respite from the constant stimulation. 

     “Oh, I will,” he reassured her, flipping her over onto her back. He grinned wickedly, his fiery eyes sparking with mischief as he loomed over her. “I'm gonna make it so damn good, you won’t be able to say no.” He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto his hips, his features melting into a smile of delight. She reflected his expression back at him before leaning forward to press her lips to his, her fingers sliding up the back of his neck to tangle in his silky hair. Then she pulled back, thinking. 

     “Miguel,” she began carefully, her mind swirling with questions. “What changed?” 

     Miguel shook his head, not understanding what she was asking. So she tried again. “Why did you … I mean, you were so, like, scared before. So, I was just wondering what happened to change your mind?” 

     He reached up to twirl one of her curls around his finger, then let his hand drop to her shoulder and slide down her body. He sighed, the guilt curling around his bones as he thought again about how selfish he'd been. “I'm sorry.”

     “For what?” 

     “I …” he trailed off, trying to find the words to express what he wanted to say. “I spent so long just taking and taking from you and never giving anything back.”

     “But you didn't,” she argued quickly, her arms coming around his neck. His brow furrowed in confusion. “You were always there for me when I needed you. And even when I didn't - just to hang out. Maybe you didn't say that you loved me, but you always showed it.” 

     He took a moment to contemplate her words, images flashing in his brain of all the times he'd conveyed his feelings to her: admitting to her when he was scared, letting her touch him because she liked it, checking up on her when she was feeling lonely.

     “People have different love languages,” X said, shrugging away his apology. “I like verbal affirmation, but you’re better at physical affirmation. It's not a big deal, Miguel, you don't always have to say it.” 

     “I love you,” he told her quickly, wanting to say it, to hear the words come out in his own voice and see the delight on her face as she heard them. “I love you, arañita. I love you, X. I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

     She giggled at his insistence and leaned forward, repeating the words back to him before kissing him again. He moaned as his hips began to move against hers lazily, searching for some friction, and she clutched onto his shoulders as she wriggled in his lap. She climbed off of him after a while and sat back to get a good look at him, studying him curiously. She'd felt him getting hard a while back, when he'd been grinding his hips against hers as she lay back on the mattress, and she didn’t know how he’d managed to control himself for so long - especially given the way his c*ck stood to attention now, just waiting for her to show it some affection.

     “Miguel …” she began softly, her eyes fixed on his centre. “Can I … Can I try?” She looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning, and he almost came just at the sight of her. 

     “Go ahead, amor,” he acquiesced, nodding in confirmation. She licked her lips and took hold of him, her fingers curling around him and pumping him slowly. 

     “Is this okay?” She looked up at him again when he didn't respond, and he had to dig his claws into the mattress to stop himself from grabbing her head and guiding it to his c*ck. Dios, she was cute. 

     He nodded, his lips pressed together tight with the effort it took to contain himself, to give her the space to explore. But then, ay carajo, then she was lying on the bed, her lips brushing softly along his tip before her tongue was wrapping itself around him. It had been so long since someone had touched him like this; since someone else had pleasured him in this way - because as long as he'd made her wait, he'd waited too. Even before he'd met her, in fact, his mind entirely focused on his goal of keeping everyone safe. But then she'd come along, with her pretty eyes and her beautiful smile and her delicious little body, and the more she'd teased him - the more she'd joked around with him and taken care of him - the more he'd found himself unable to resist those urges again. So, of course he'd thought about her, standing by himself in the shower, the warm water raining over his aching muscles, the heat warming him to his core. He'd thought about her, small and soft beneath him, her arms coming around his shoulders so she could bury her slender fingers in his hair, her lips gliding all over his skin and electrifying him with their touch. He'd thought about her sliding her hands down his body as she lowered herself to her knees, her fingers taking hold of him delicately and curling around his length to pump him up and down. And then he’d thought of her lips, pulling apart to take him into her mouth, her big doe eyes gazing up at him as she pressed her tongue against his tip, licking on him slowly as she eased him into her mouth. But then a wave of guilt would overcome him, the shame of having such filthy thoughts about her causing him to release himself abruptly, his chest heaving with shallow breaths as he worked to calm himself back down again. She was so innocent, after all, so inexperienced and so sweet, completely oblivious to all the dirty places his mind went to everytime she teased him with that mischievous grin of hers. It wasn't fair of him to think of her like that when she'd never even been kissed before. But now … He glanced down at her, sucking on him carefully, her tongue tracing over the veins in his shaft as she brought him deeper and deeper into her mouth. F*ck.

     “Cariño,” he breathed, panting heavily as the arousal took over his body, “you sure you've never done this before?” She shook her head, moving his c*ck from side to side so that the tip slapped against her cheeks. And f*ck if he wasn't going to come undone right there. He gave another loud groan and X sat up, replacing her mouth with her fingers. 

     “I haven't!” she insisted, her cheeks heating up at the very thought. “Why? Am I good?” A gasp escaped from his throat as she gripped him in her fist, her thumb circling his tip teasingly. And then he felt his body tighten, his muscles straining as he relieved himself in her hand. 

     “Yes,” Miguel sighed when he'd finished. X grinned, delighted by the ropes of sticky, white c*m that coated her fingers. Then she slung her arms around his waist and pressed her lips to his chest, her tongue tracing the outlines of his muscles as she licked the sweat off his skin. She nipped at his collarbone when she got to it, then lay back against the pillows, leaving a space beside her for him to settle into.

     “Arañita,” Miguel began carefully after a moment. She tilted her head slightly, raising her eyebrows in question as he stroked her back. “You won't … You won't leave me, will you?” 

     He knew she wouldn't - they'd get married, after all, and have their own little family together. But he wanted to hear her say it, just to be sure. 

     X smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes travelling over the apprehensive look on his face. He so rarely allowed himself to be vulnerable, and it was like a badge of pride for her, to be someone he trusted enough to be so honest with. 

     “Of course not!” she confirmed, her tone incredulous. “You said you'd propose to me so good that I wouldn't be able to say no, right? So that's that. And remember what I told you? That first time you got scared I could leave you?” She paused to let him recall that first day she'd been away, when he'd had to re-learn how to live without her. How far they'd come since then. 

     “You're stuck with me forever now, Miguel,” she warned him, a gleeful expression on her face. “I love you and I’m gonna stick to you like a leech. Like a leech that's constantly starving and is just going to latch onto you forever.” He pushed her hair out of her eyes as she pulled herself on top of him, his chest warming at how ridiculous she could be sometimes.

      “And then,” she continued, grinning down at him mischievously, “when you finally realise how insane I actually am, I'm going to turn into a villain. And then you're going to have to hunt me down. But you'll still be so in love with me that you'll have to let me go everytime you catch me!” She sighed dramatically at the thought, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. 

     “What a tragic story of star-crossed lovers, mi amor!” she finished, not sounding very tragic at all. Miguel chuckled and scratched his nails along her back lightly. 

     “I think I'm already starting to realise how insane you actually are.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and she wriggled happily against him before tilting her head back to shoot him a questioning look. 

     “And? You still want me to stick to you forever?” she asked.

     “Yes,” he decided, cuddling her against him. “Otherwise I might turn into the villain.” 

     “Mmm, don't tempt me, Miguel,” she warned him, tickling his shoulder with her fingernails. “You know I have a weakness for a good villain. And you'd be such a frickin’ hot one too.” 

     He sighed at her dreamy tone and pushed himself up to a seat, holding her upright on his lap. “Don't even think about it, arañita.” 

     She pursed her lips to the side, pretending to consider the idea. Then she turned back to him and grinned, her arms coming around his neck as she brought her mouth closer to his. “Too late.” 

     She gave him quick pecks on the lips until he pulled her to him and slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. She moaned in satisfaction and sank into his chest, relishing the feeling of his naked body against hers. She pulled away after a while, curling herself back around him and resting her head on his shoulder as he leaned back against the headboard. 

     “If I bite you here,” X asked, her finger drawing small circles on the side of his neck, “would everyone be able to see?”  

     “I'd wear my mask until it healed,” he replied drowsily, starting to drift off at the feeling of her warm body snuggled against his. She was so warm and soft in his arms, and he couldn’t figure out how he’d managed to fall asleep without her every night. She pushed herself off of him and straightened, letting him see the disappointed look on her face. 

     “But I want everyone to know how much I love you!” she joked, her lips quirking at the ends despite her best efforts. Miguel chuckled. 

     “I think they already know, querida,” he assured her, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. She lay back down on his chest, relaxing into his embrace. 

     “Good. I want everyone to know that you're mine. Mi Miguelito.” He frowned at the nickname and pushed her back up, his hands gripping her waist as she gave him a confused look. 

     “So now you think I'm small?” he asked, turning her over and climbing on top of her. “What happened to 'you're so big, Miguel, with that freakin’ huge brain of yours'?” She laughed as he nuzzled her neck with his nose, his fingers tickling her side while he pinned her beneath him. 

     “'You want five burgers or six?’” he continued, repeating the jokes she'd always make about his size. “‘Will that be enough for you, Miguel? Or do you want more?'” He growled and nipped at the soft spot between her neck and her shoulder, prompting a squeal out of her in response.

     “Stop! Stop!” she exclaimed, trying to curl into herself to hide from him. He let her go againand she frowned at him this time, her brows crashing together as she pushed herself up to a seat. “You're so mean, Miguel.” She hit him on the shoulder and turned away from him in irritation, but he just pulled her back into his arms, falling back onto the bed and tucking her into his side. 

     “Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!” she panted, trying to push him off of her. He sat up, loosening his grip on her, and she treated him to a sweet smile as a reward. “Your ego is still massive though.” He dug his fingers back into her sides.

     “Te amo, mi arañita.” She smiled, her eyes already falling shut as she felt the exhaustion overtake her. 

     “I love you too, Miguel.”

Tags: @leahnicole1219 @heubstr

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[dragonform]

Dragons Rising Season 2 Pt1 overall thoughts!

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS DO NOT CLICK UNLESS YOU'VE WATCHED THE WHOLE THING

In no particular order:

Wow, this season was the heaviest one yet. I'd been a bit disappointed by how Season 1 seemed a bit light on the life lessons that I found so compelling in Ninjago. Well, DR2 delivered in spades, from the theme of secrets, to the issues of mental health. Never should've doubted Ninjago writers!

WHY LEAVE SO MANY UNRESOLVED THREADS THOUGH. Not even clues for fans to speculate on?!?

Like what happened in Cole's journey to follow Master Wu?

What really is that glowing orb sprite thingy? Because it showed up in the Monastary of Spinjitzu to close the portal gate, right? How was it doing that before they'd even traveled to Mysterium? Have I misunderstood something? (Granted, I had to do chores here and there so I really might've missed something... need a rewatch)

Where did Cinder even come from? How did Ras recruit him? What's his story?

What really is Arin's object spinjitzu power?

Of course I'm sure all of this will be resolved/revealed eventually, but it seems a lot to conclude in the next 10 episodes. Oh wait, they've said they have enough material for a few more seasons right? Well, sure looks like enough for at least a third season.

I think the ones who are gonna have a falling out are Arin and Sora. It's gonna be revealed, maybe at some critical point, that he didn't actually do object spinjitzu to get them the win, and it's gonna destroy his self confidence as well as his trust in Sora.

They're gonna get all of the Forbidden Five out eventually, possibly by shoving more ninja through the gate. Which is fine, because the ninja will just meet up and come back through the Power of Friendship!

SO CURIOUS to find out what the elemental powers of the Forbidden Five are.

I was a little disappointed by the lack of Euphrasia though. I thought for sure she'd have a more major role this season, but she still remained a side character for most of it. Oh well, patience!

BONZLE. I did NOT expect her story to go this way. Still trying to wrap my brain around a sentient spell, but hey. It's Ninjago.

Love her so much though she's so precious.

Speaking of precious, ZANE. That's it. That's the whole thought.

No, I AM going to expand on that. Look at how he had such a vast knowledge of the Administration's rules and regulations. Look at how he stalled them with it. Look at the pride he had in helping them raise their efficiency by NINE PERCENT. IT COULD'VE BEEN TEN YOU GUYS. IF HE HADN'T GOTTEN RESCUED.

MR FROHICKY. I need that Frohicky plushie like YESTERDAY.

Also PUPPY COLE PLUSH WHEN

COLE. He's still protecting and trying to comfort everyone. What an amazing fight he put on at the monastary, almost a one-man army against the Adminstration's mechs, with Gandalaria's support. I bet his failure to protect Zane would have devastated him if Zane had been deactivated permanently. Fortunately Gandalaria knows more about nindroids than she should...

GANDALARIA! Endlessly positive and chirpy and disorganised. Like a more established Fungus. Wish I could be her. Loved seeing her dynamic with Cole being her straight man (hush, yes I know.)

So happy to see Kai get his focus for a change. Love Lloyd but he gets the focus like... every season. Kai needs the love. He's really cool this season.

Nya gets the least focus :( I miss her

WHY are all the ninjas' powers only as powerful as the plot calls for it :/ Zane's frozen way more than just a runaway mech back in the day!

I still think Ras looks too cuddly to be taken seriously as an antagonist. I mean would you not hug a Ras plushie? Look at those eyes. Look at that nose.

Is Ras's master a Source Dragon or the Overlord? OR BOTH?

Love Rontu, but she is such an archetypal (?) Nurturing Mentor to Egalt's Grumpy Old Master

Egalt has dragon cancer :( he looks way cooler in the show than he looked in the promotional materials and the set

I haven't talked about Jay, have I? JAY. Oh how my heart skipped a beat when he showed up pointing that gun/taser at Bonzle. I literally said out loud "OH NO OH NO OH NO".

I think that was the single most terrifying part of the whole season for me. I don't even know why it was so visceral. I think I was worried that his entire peronality had changed, though I don't know why I thought that, since in Pt1 he was literally playing video games instead of working.

So I was actually relieved to hear that he felt he didn't really belong in the Administration. Pre-merge Jay probably couldn't even fill out a single form properly. He probably had Nya or Zane or Cole do all the paperwork for him.

He clearly wasn't suprised that he had control over lightning. Why did nobody know about it? He's the kinda guy who'd use his powers for entertainment if he didn't have a good reason to hide them.

He didn't recognise his own ninja outfit D:

Lastly, the Finders - I'm also a little troubled by how Cole seems to put them ahead of his ninja family, but then again. He knows the ninja are all very capable warriors who can take care of themselves. On the other hand, for who knows how long, he had felt responsible for protecting his little newfound family. It makes sense that he would continue priotising them even after finding his old family.

In conclusion, Cole is such a dad :D

And to wrap it up, NEED PT 2 NOW 6 MONTHS IS TOO LONG TO WAIT NETFLIX /shakes fist

Sorry that was so long and rambling! Fun though.

I had wanted to do a blow by blow reaction post of every episode, but I can't seem to get clear photos from my device without major reflection issues. Still trying though!

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago spoilers

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell or is it heaven? Part 1 (chubby nerd Y/N x BillyHargrove)

-Welcome To hell-

Warnings: eventual smut, fluff, and lots of angst.

Please be nice, I'm trying 🫣, this is my first ever attempt at a multi chapter story.

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The empty beer bottle came to a sudden stop as it pointed directly at the one person i dreaded but somewhat happy having to spend Seven Minutes in Heaven with.

The asshole gave a smirk as he saw the bottle was pointing at him.

SHIT! i thought.

He had been an annoying pain in the ass since the day I met him. my bully from day one. The guy I fantasized about. I'm starting to regret even coming to the party with Nancy, who Conveniently ditched me before the game even started, and saying yes to this game was only due to alcohol answering for me.

"Let's get this over with loser," he says with an annoyed huff.

"Great, this is going to be seven minutes in hell," i snapped.

Annoyed, i got up from the floor. He bites back a chuckle and follows behind you.

"Nice ass, y/n," he taunted and grabbed.

i roll my eyes at his comment and smack his hands away. Typical Hargrove. He opened the door to the bedroom and let you in.

"I can open the door myself, Hargrove," i say rudely.

"Princesses go first," he says sarcastically.

scoffing. "Oh my, a true gentleman," i faked swooned

Rolling his eyes while roughly pushing you in. He closed the door behind him. I about to throw hands until i notice how hungrily he was scanning my body.

Blushing , I did my own scan, seeing the black leather jacket that laid over a toned chest, his virgin Mary necklace that lays perfectly against his collarbone. His Denim jeans that were covering that perfect ass. His messy curly blonde hair that's begging to be touched. The sun kissed skin that looks like soft velvet. His disarable lips were always in a smirk. His ocean blue eyes that stare intensely at you like a predator observing its prey as I look directly into his eyes.

"Like what you see, nerd?" he says.

Eyes widing when i realized i just been caught with my hands in the cookie jar. A sinful cookie jar.

clearing my throat "Well are you going to kiss me already?,"crossing my arms.

dumbfounded by your sudden boldness. He blinked a few times as if he didn't hear you correctly.

"What?" he exclaimed in disbelief. "You're not going to fight me on this?"

"Do you want me to?" i say with a challenge. "Go ahead, hotshot."

He scoffed. "Seriously?"

"Did I stutter?" I smirked.

Earning me another scoff from him.

"Who knew y/n had a fiesty side under that nerdy exterior?" he retorted.

I laugh. "Are you afraid that little ol' me is too much for you then? "

"Me? Afraid? No way." he says. "I can handle you just fine, darlin."

"What are you waiting for then?

"Alright, y/n you asked for it,"

He approached me, standing about 5'10; his blue eyes are piercing into mine. He grabbed me roughly around the waist. I don't bother to resist. In fact, I melt into his touch like it was natural for us. He pulls me into him, pressing his body into mine.

Almost immediately, I was surrounded by a faint smell of chlorine, cologne, cigarettes, sweat, and beer. His scent that I secretly loved when he got to close in the halls to knock the books out of my hands. I feel his hands cup my ass and give it a squeeze. I blush as my hand slips past the jacket to run down the length of his torso, stopping at the top of his jeans.

His mouth immediately encases mine. His kisses are rough, hungry, and possessive. He tongues my mouth, not even giving me a chance to catch my breath.

I decide to battle for dominance since he always likes a fight. I tongue his mouth, giving his tongue a suck, then bit his lip.

"Darlin, you might make me fall in love with that attitude," he says

"Falling under my spell already, Hargrove?," i tease.

He chuckles as he is shaking his head in amusement. Billy threads his fingers in my h/c hair, pulling it so my head is at a good angle for him to continue his kisses. I thread his hair and give it some tugs, him lowly growling from the sensation of my hands wondering his body.

Deciding to take it up a notch, I try to push him against the wall despite being 5'5. he grins into the kisses, allowing me to push him back, knocking over whatever was in the way in the tiny bedroom, my hands griping the collar of the jacket. His hands tightly grip my hip. The sensation of his hands is making it hard to concentrate on the actual game.

After a few more mind-blowing kisses, his mouth is on my neck, sucking, licking, and biting. I'm sure he was going to leave a mark. His hands explore places that nobody has adventured to before.

Deciding to regain control, he gently pushed me against the nearby bed, pinning me into the mattress, straddling my thick thighs. He shrugged off the lather jacket and leaned down to hover over me as the sound of the metal accent crash on the hardwood floor. Soft but calloused hands, taking my wrist, and pin them above my head.

"Is this better than any of your dreams?," he says with a smirk.

looking scared. "How does he know?" I thought, was I that obvious? No, did one of your friends accidentally say something without realizing someone was listening? I bet it was Steve. That man can't keep his mouth shut, especially when it came to Hargrove.

Seeing you have an existential crisis, he laughs. "I accidentally read your journal you left in the library, also the doodles of me were...." cutting him off by Shoving him off me, I walk away from him crying a little due to the alcohol fading in my blood stream and because he's just going to make fun of me and tell everyone how much of a loser i was.

Grabbing my arm, he spins me into his chest. "Y/n, where the hell are you going?"

I was about to answer, but there was a loud knock on the door. "TIMES UP LOVEBIRDS!!"

part 2

Masterlist

2023

#stranger things #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove scenario #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove fanfiction #Spotify #dacre montgomery

[thefakehedgehogaroundhere]

It's finally time for the finale of The Murders of Silver the Hedgehog! This one can be titled "Wasp in the Hive", but until the comic that doesn't really matter. Again, the thread is written by Seán ( @pacifistcowboy ) and I.

barry: *stepping off the train to the concert* well i'll be damned. we all got on a train together and nobody died.

sonic: *standing behind them* yeah of course. i was waiting to get you until you got off.

barry: *fear sound*

sonic: nah i'm just fuckin with ya. anyway, happy birthday, amy! ..again.

amy: guys you seriously didn't have to do this! we could have just had brunch at vanilla's or something.

silver: i've killed two people on your birthday amy, and every time shit hits the fan. so obviously we were gonna do something big for your birthday again! even if that means having two parties within two weeks. we're making it up to you.

blaze: you're still gonna find a way to kill someone lmao

silver: no i'm not. hey look, we have charmy with us- the whole chaotix! if anything DOES go wrong, we have help from an entire detective agency.

blaze: so in case someone DOES die-

silver: blaze nobody's going to die

rouge: i mean it would be kinda funny

silver: not you too rouge

rouge: hehe

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #the murder of sonic #the murders of silver the hedgehog #the murders of silver

[sapphire-weapon]

Have you seen this reddit thread? Gosh I am so happy more and more people are actually opening up to the possibility that leon and ashley are actually shippable - and a good one at that - and NO they dont give off sibling vibes ffs HAHAHA

https://www.reddit.com/r/residentevil/comments/13nu6l1/leon_probably_ruined_all_of_ashleys_future/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

The responses to this post are fucking fascinating. To start with, you have some actual true believers of the ship just peppered throughout the replies.

This person gets it:

Both of these people get it:

This person REALLY gets it -- in fact, this person is on galaxy brain levels with this ship in a way I don't see nearly often enough:

This person is downright delusional (like, "as a Sheva to Leon's Chris"??? you mean the Sheva who was never brought back for a second game?? that one??):

But then there's a whole subset of people in the replies who took this post way, way, way too seriously because they seem to believe that the fictional characters in question are actual real living, breathing people and so how dare you make light of the very serious psychological effects these events must have had on these people!!!!! There's a lot of really hilarious responses in this vein, but this one is probably my favorite because the person isn't just offended, they're offended to the point of needing to insult the OP:

And, of course, no Leon ship post would be complete without Aeon fans poking their fucking asses into it because they can't just let people have fun. They need to make literally every single thing about them and their fucking ship because they're the fucking goddamn worst part of this fandom:

And then, out of nowhere, there's also just really good takes on Leon's character -- including the ONE THING about Leon that no one ever talks about and that I wish Capcom would do more with, but I was convinced I was the only person who had even thought of this before I read this comment (I'm referring to the second comment here):

Like, man. Modern-day RE fandom is so much better than 2000's/2010's RE fandom. By, like. a Considerable margin.

I love u guys.

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ashley graham #leon x ashley #leshley #also i can't help but wonder #because i'm a self-obsessed shithead #if this post was partially inspired by my 'ashley must have grieved leon when he ghosted her' post #i don't care if it was either way but #big lmao to the one person in the comments who was like #'i've seen this post before' #whichever one of you fuckers that was #i see u #LMAO

[redstarsandnightmares]

Okay. Now that I've gotten some sleep, I can make a proper post.

I know I'm new to the RP side of Tumblr, it was nice to come back to a hobby that I hadn't touched in over a decade. I had forgotten how rewarding and all consuming it is.

In the last several months you guys have put up with me through some super high highs and super low lows and I can't thank all of you enough. Gonna pinpoint some people but if I don't mention you specifically I'm sorry! <3

I'm not going to crosspost this to all of my pages, just on this one, so if you're wondering why you're getting tagged over here I just dont feel like re-posting this a million times.

@brooklynbred/@sheshootsxruns/@wiidowbiit/every single other one of your blogs - My life is better for having you in it, pup. I wasn't expecting a half hearted attempt to keep myself busy to bring me someone that I care so much about but....here you are. I know things have been rough lately in both of our lives...but as long as we've got each other, we'll get though it, y'know? Love you bunches. <3

@ghostofwinter - We've had a weird few months, huh? You were one of the first people to come at me arms wide open when I popped up on this scene not knowing where to start. We've had our ups and downs but I love you dearly regardless. Here's to more threads soon, yeah? It's a new year. Let's embrace that.

@little-blog-of-horrors - The *other* person who as the first on the scene when I showed up. I miss our massive threads, I really do. I know life has done nothing but deal you a shitty hand lately and I wish I could give you all the hugs and take away all the ick. Consider this me givving you the biggest hug on the planet and I'll be here when you're ready to dive back into posting all the posts again. In the meantime, I'll see you in Vallanor.

@hailhydrasheads - Our goofy ass thread has been a saving grace when I needed it, I thank you dearly for putting up with my madness. Sometimes ours was the only thing I felt like answering. Thanks for reminding me of a ship I had only bounced around in the back of my head. It has me in a vice grip now and it's your fault.

@zemothethirteenth - I couldn't ask for a better writing partner AND friend. Seriously. You intimidated the hell out of me when we first started writing with you but I'm *so glad* that we are where we are now. You're amazing and have been there to listen to me when I desperately needed a logical ear to kick me in the ass and I thank you for it. You push me to be a better writer on the daily.

@resignedworkaholics - We have so many threads and I'm so proud of every single one of them. I love that we just keep throwing crazy shit at each other and seeing what sticks. I don't think I have anyone on here that I have as much fun with as our random gremlin chaos. <3

To the rest of my silly ass discord, you guys have gotten me through life this fall and winter and I wouldn't know what to do without you. Seriously. I have never had a "group" that I fit in so well with and I'm so glad ya'll didn't run from me when I threw myself at you. You guys are amazing. (@twxtches, @kissedbymischief, @cyberneticasset, @pleinsdemuses, @iwillbreathe, @itasedhim)

@scarsmasked - <3 I can't give you more hugs than I already have on discord, but consider this one more. Thanks for trusting me. You didn't have to, but you did, and I'm the better for it. I hope I can keep dragging you out of your shell, you deserve to be happy in your own space and on your own blog and I'll be damned if I don't do my best to help you find that safety. I can't wait to indulge this ship with you, truly.

@redxinmyledger - Thank you for putting up with my slow ass. Our thread is amazing!

@abcdefghijklmnopqrstucky - We haven't known each other long, but thank you for keeping me spice-fueled. You're a phenom friend and I'm glad we have gotten to write together.

@blackxskyx - I know our threads have been a little slow going but I enjoy them *so damn much!* I can't wait to dig more into them.

@shieldagentnatasharomanoff - Thanks for not bolting when I told you I've been following you for longer than I have been RPing. You're a brilliant writer, a sweet as hell person, and I can't wait to keep writing with you.

@warsinmyhead - Thank you for trusting me with one of your babies! I know it's been a little slow lately, but our thread is crazy interesting and I cant wait to get more into the meat of it.

To all of the new people who have showed up in my asks and my dms in the recent last little bit, I cant *WAIT* to write more with all of you!

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@prettytm - You deserve your own little space because you're the reason I have these blogs in the first place. I can't thank you enough for pushing me like you did. Youre an amazing friend and an even amazing writer and I sincerely hope I can entice your muses into more threads. You know how much I care about them and you. Getting closer to you recently has been amazing and I'm thankful for your friendship. Your trust means a hell of a lot to me knowing what you have been through lately and you are one of the few people who just *gets* how I feel about my muses and how they speak to me. Thank you. Our chat will *always* be a safe space for you. Always. You mean the world to me.

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OKAY NOW THAT IM DONE WRITING AND CRYING.... Heres to another crazy year you crazy kids. I love all of you SO MUCH and couldn't even *imagine* where my life would be without all of you in it. You have changed mine for the better over the last several months (has it really been that short? Really?) and kept me sane. Here's to new stories, stronger friendships, and so much much MUCH more love through 2024.

Thanks to all of you I found a home for my weird self.

#〘⋯✪ooc - who the hell is bucky?⋯〛 #i didnt want to cry today but here we are #i love all of you so much

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Billy Hargrove x Harrington!Reader

'Rocky Beginnings'

You and Billy had a rocky start. People don't go from being in a living hell to a happy life with no bumps I'm the road.

Thanks to @billysbabyy for giving me some ideas for this fic!

You and Billy had a rocky begining. It wasn't easy for him to go from his situation to perfectly fine. He moved in with you and Steve, your parents had the final straw after Chrissy was murdered.

Not giving a fuck about their children, they tucked tail and ran off to some tropical island. No thanks to them, you and Steve helped kill Vecna and out an end to it all.

It wasn't easy, and the people of the town were still convinced some spooky devil shit had happened. Some believed it was still happening.

Aside from that, everything was amazing. Now.

Let's take a look at the rocky begining.

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When it was mainly just you and Steve, everything had been whatever, whenever. Billy couldn't understand that.

"Im sorry, I will go right now," Billy says upon seeing it was his week to go get a few things you guys needed. It was just milk and there was a new type of soda Steve had wanted to try.

You stop billy and notice the way he recoils from your touch. You move to give him some space and see fear. He is standing angled away from you, his body hidden. As if he was preparing for a blow.

"It's fine, baby. Seriously, we can go together tomorrow or in a few days," you say with a shrug. Billy moves to escape. He mumbles a "Okay" before running off to his room.

Steve came downstairs and he say you were upset. Mainly because you were resting your head on your arms which were on the counter. He didn't think that meant you were happy.

He grabs your wrist and drags you outside. He hands you a pack of smokes and a lighter. He knew you were a stress smoker. It was one of your shitty habits that you couldn't shake.

Gum had helped, but you still needed a light every few days or so. Steve rarely smoked. Very varez he cared about his health more. He cared about yours to, but he knew that sometimes you just needed one.

"Am I doing something wrong?" You ask and hand him the pack. He raises an eyebrow, "I can go this one time. But I will be looking for those," you reply to his eyebrow raise.

"No, Yn don't blame yourself. You always do that," you scoff at his words. But they were true. Anytime a rumor started or you got dumped, you instantly thought it was your fault and found some bullshit way to reason with why it was your fault.

You nod and give him a hug before going in. Steve was more of a best friend then a brother. You both practically raised the other

"Billy?" You say softly and hear the faint hum if some old rock mixtape Billy always played. You hear footsteps and then the music stops before he answers the door.

"I turned it off sorry," he says before shutting it. He shut down. Sometimes if things got to different or he got to inside his head about the things his dad said he did this. recoiled and took responsibility. Bullshit his dad preached.

"I don't care if you blast that shit, I wanted to make sure you were okay. 'kay, baby?" You say softly and he opens the door. You smile and walk in.

He is still closed off as you walk in. He sits on the bed and looks down. You walk over to him and slowly move your hand towards his. He grabs your hand and gives it a soft squeeze.

You move to lay on his bed and sit partially against the headboard. You motion for him to let you cuddle him.

It takes a minute but he lays on your chest. He is on his stomach, pressed against you. He tangles his legs in yours as you thread your fingers through his hair.

Rocky beginnings were nothing you three wouldn't overcome.

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"Get the fuck up you bastard!" You tell at your brother and Billy gets up from where he was laying, in his room upstairs.

"I'm not sitting on the damn remote, now move I like Fast Times," he says back and motions for you to move.

"You don't watch it for the plot. You watch it for Phoebe Cates tits," you correct and Steve scoffs.

"I watch it for Phoebe Cates boobies," Steve corrects and you groan as billy runs downstairs.

"I probably moved it, I'm so-" he begins before Steve cuts him off.

"Hargrove you're fine. I am most likely sitting on it, but boobies," Steve says with a shirt and you grab Billy's hand and walk upstairs.

You only did it because you noticed the way Billy's eyes refused to make any kind of eye contact. He kept fidgeting with one of his rings, and you knew.

You knew a panic attack or break down was going to happen. You also knew Billy wouldn't want Steve to see him like that.

You shut the door as Billy sits down against the wall and looks up. It was times like this you wanted to go find that bastard and beat the living shit out of him. You wanted to do it anyway, this occurrence made it worse.

"Breathe," you tell him and he nods and takes a deep breath. He desperately grabs onto your hand as he tries to calm down.

It was a really minor panic attack, and after a few minutes he guides you to the bed. You lay down and pull him into your chest.

He lets out a choked sob and you play with Gus soft curls. It was something that always helped calm him down.

"Sometimes I feel like he was right. I'm just some worthles-" you couldn't bear to let him finish

"You're not. He is and that's why he has to make you feel like shit. Don't let the bad guy win." You soothe him to sleep as the sobs slow

It was slightly difficult making sure Billy was okay. You still wouldn't trade him for the world. If undoing Neils damage took your whole life then so be it. You and your own flaws, courtesy of non present asshole parents.

Rocky beginnings happen in every relationship. Nothing a little time and love wouldn't fix.

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Requests are open! My pinned post contains all of the people and fandoms I write for!

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[covenofthearticulate]

20 Qs for fic writers

1. How many works do you have on A03? 22

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 134,415

3. What fandoms do you write for? Vampire Chronicles, plus a few Umbrella Academy pieces

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? La mort dans dentelle (Death in Lace), Pink, An Aching Pulse in Search of a Home, and Bright Star. (Basically, all the fics that I no longer really like, that I wrote pre-hiatus in like 2018 that have been up on AO3 the longest so statistically have the most kudos just from age LOL)

5. Do you respond to comments? I really really try to!!! Most of the time I get really overwhelmed though like YOU GUYS ARE SO NICE LMAO so just saying "Thank you!" doesn't feel like enough and I get really nervous about not seeming grateful so it takes me approximately 10 years to reply to comments. I try to catch up every couple of months, though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm sorry I love angst, but I am one of those writers who likes to have a satisfying emotional wrap-up at the ends of my fics so honestly most of them end on a sweet note. The closest thing is maybe les rousseurs amères de l'amour which was still soft, but definitely bittersweet.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? aksdjfhcabdsfk they all have happy endings bc I am a sucker and a sap!!! Home Court Advantage is definitely the silliest fluffiest ending though :)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only if you count the comments that compliment my writing as being in-character for the tv show characters LOL (seriously one time someone commented that they could hear Jacob Anderson's voice come through in my dialogue and I had to go lie down lmfao)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? These days I mostly write smut LOL but even in the pwp pieces I see most of my smut as opportunities for character building, so most of my work tends to fall into the Smut With Feelings category lmfao

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I don't write crossover fic anymore, but back when I was crazy active on my rp accounts, I wrote hella crossover! It was moreso on the Umbrella Academy side than my VC side, but I did have some fun rp threads between Louis and Philippe D'Orleans (specifically the tv Versailles version lmao).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge! Please don't do that!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Once upon a time, baby High School Ash co-wrote an insane crossover fic with a friend I had met through tumblr. It was Barnabas Collins (from Tim Burton's Dark Shadows) x Mrs. Lovett. I feel so brave for admitting this LOL I really truly was so emotionally invested in that fic and it's so cringe-worthy but I had fun and that's what matters!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I mean. I'm a Loustat girlie through and through LOL but I also love Louis with Armand, or in any configuration of any of the poly ships! As long as Louis is there, you can count me in.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Maybe one of the Louis/Lestat/Armand pieces I started....I love the 3 of them but I get burnt out so quickly because all 3 characters are so complex and so everything feels like an Ordeal with them because they're all very opinionated and only work in a certain dynamic if that makes sense!

16. What are your writing strengths? I think the thing I'm most proud of is my lyrical prose! I like writing sentences that just punch you in the face with feeling! I want my writing to feel evocative, I want the words and details to stick in your head and rattle around.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I wish I had better stamina and pacing to write longer pieces LMAO like honest to god it's looking like my next fic is gonna be around 9k-10k and it really truly felt like I was going to die writing it LOL it's taken me like 2 months and it has felt like pulling teeth the entire time. For someone who likes writing, I sure wish I liked writing more asdsfkfjghdxghn

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Like Kacy said, if it's done well and adds to the world of the fic, then sure! I'm definitely guilty of this trope, but I try to reserve it for the really high-stakes moments so that the language lands differently and is more impactful. But I also think dialogue (and even certain dialects) in different languages have the power to do more harm than good. Like, as a reader, I know that if I see a line of something in a language I can't read, the first thing I'm going to have to do is open another browser tab to google translate, and then go back and read it in context again, and by that time the flow is disrupted and everything is off and it's just hard!!

19. First fandom you wrote for? ooooh girl you should've seen some of the spicy Sweeney Todd fic I was hand-writing in my notebooks in high school. Actually it was more psychological angst than smut but LOL listen I'm a ride or die Mrs. Lovett girlie, what can I say.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I think in the grand scheme of things, Air Catcher will always have a special place in my heart. It was one of those rare lightning in a bottle instances where the idea came to me so suddenly and so clearly, and the concept felt so obvious I was like "SURELY someone has written this already???" but then I checked and NOPE no one as far as I was aware had written about vampire top drop, and so I just fucking went to town with that fic. It was among some of the first writing I'd done since coming out of hiatus, and to this day I think it's the only fic I've ever written where the end product was exactly what I had envisioned and hoped it would be. That fic was a gift from god to me LOL and it'll be one year old this summer! wild!!!!

Tagged by: @monstersinthecosmos <3 Tagging: adkjhfbcjhdsb once again I feel like all my fic-writing friends have been tagged by this point but PLEASE if you're reading this, do it and say I tagged you <3

#my writing #vc fic #this was fun! thanks for the tag!!

[distortedwhite]

sits down. hello enstarries i'm here to let everyone know the worst experience i've ever had with game account recovery. literally even aichuu was easier than whatever this fuckery is

(tweeter thread)

let me provide a little backstory first. everyone here knows i Love enstars—jpstars specifically. i grew up playing !-era enbasic, am still playing !!-era enbasic, and play the japanese version of enmusic as well. when engstars first released i gave it a try, got bigbang subaru and conquest hiyori, somehow became a vice prez for the society i'm in (and still get to mod for even months after quitting engstars. if anyone here needs an active society, contact me or toribuns on tweeter :DDD), got link click kouchan and mika... i was pretty happy with my account.

however, i quickly lost interest in engstars, since jpstars is my one and only love LOL but i kept engstars on my phone in case i wanted to return to it. and i did return to it! i played the campaign that ran during the secret swan gacha just to see if i could get natsume (i didn't ftr www)

and back i went to ignoring engstars for 476534 years. and that's where my personal problem arises. you see, i never linked my account to a tweeter acc, or google acc, or email, or whatever. my thought process was like "why would i need to do that? i still have engstars on my phone, and it isn't gonna randomly kick me from my own account right. RIGHT???" but that's precisely what happened. i opened engstars because i needed some info from the new spotlight event for the wiki, only to see engstars just kicked me out.

ofc i go "OH SHIT. I never linked my acc to anything." so i check support and they don't have Anything on account recovery. but they Do have something on data transfer :D it requires me to have a new engstars account in order for them to do the transfer, so i make a new account. and let me just tell you. fuck the engstars tutorial. legitimately, fuck the engstars tutorial.

after 4753835 years i escape tutorial containment and fill out the rest of the support form, which included your typical "lost account" miseries. ("how the fuck am i supposed to know what my rank is. HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW ANYTHING......") eventually i do manage to fill the form and send it off. waiting game.

(also i still cannot believe engstars is an Official thing. it feels so fanmade and unprofessional. typos and spacing issues, And the app won't even let me scroll down further to read whatever it says on the second screenshot. i assume it says "Problem solving in progress" but me not able to scroll down in order to read it is bad design)

a day later—which, kudos to engstars support team, i did not expect them to only take a day—i receive a response saying they did find my account! but they also said my account was linked to a tweeter account that doesn't match the one my new engstars account—yknow, the one that they needed me to make to transfer data—is linked to.

i was pretty surprised because damn i had no idea my account was actually connected to something but okay! engstars support wanted me to switch tweeter accounts in order for me to do some.... authorization... things... seriously i can't read their response. revoking my kudos because i'd rather have a legible response than a quick one

ANYWAY i try...??? to log in with a different tweeter account, but engstars won't let me, so i go directly into tweeter and revoke engstars access permissions. and after that? i expected to get back to the tweeter log in screen, but instead engstars won't even give me that, telling me that the login failed after tapping the "Login with Twitter" button.

guys i'm so tired. but i'm doing my best. link click kouchan. i go clear app data for engstars, and after opening the app again, the support ticket i got was still there which is nice. i also get the tweeter log in screen again, nice. i also don't even get to log in because whatever browser engstars is using, it doesn't have javascript enabled so tweeter doesn't do anything :)))) i have to back out of the page, bringing me back to engstars and the, by now, very familiar "login failed" pop-up

that's where the story more or less ends? pauses? someone on the wiki server suggested to try login on the pc version so i let it do its downloading thing while i sat here writing this LOL it's done now. time to try that.

forgot the password for the account i was trying to get into DSGHSJDG anyway tweeter blocked my attempts because i had too many wrong ones. how long does it take until i can try again. whatever i'll end this post here... tell all your friends to keep your accounts safe because this is an absolute shitshow.

#ran talks nonsense #enstars #engstars #ensemble stars

[latibvles]

Hiya friend, a big happy fic birthday to you and thank you for this lovely ask meme! For the One Year Inbox Game, I'd love to introduce Jo Brandt. A keen observer with a sharp and thoughtful voice, she heads overseas to cover the war in Europe as a correspondent for a Philadelphia newspaper. Her preference for blending in and letting her subjects lead the story tends to blur into her personal life, at least when we meet her. She grew up with very little, as did her friends, is deeply caring, a terrible liar, and hasn't gotten a good night's sleep since 1937. Her story is in progress, but snippets can be found on @shoshiwrites.

For those of you unaware, I opened up this inbox game in September to celebrate one year of writing my longfic. While I am not taking anymore submissions, one of the submissions in my inbox will be posted every week at 12pm EST! I hope you enjoy reading about all these lovely characters I'm being allowed to play with.

JO!!! JO!!!!! I have a big fat girl crush on her guys, just so we're all clear. Anyways, you can check out more of her here as mentioned by shoshi herself. Now, let me be selfish here for a little while and toss her in the ring with Miss Daisy herself. Because there's something really important about Daisy, who thinks she went by unnoticed, and Jo, with an eye for things. Have some postwar sweetness with the girls, with Daisy quickly learning she's not the only one who remembers:

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There’s no reason for her to be nervous. Seriously, there’s absolutely no reason. In fact, Ron teased her days prior about it because it was so incredulous. But here she was, nervous, sitting in a coffee shop and warming her hands and staring out the window.

Get a grip, is her sentence of choice when scolding herself internally, it’s Jo, for Christ’s sake.

Okay, so maybe it’s not about the Jo of it but rather the fact that this could go one of two ways — the reopening of old stitches or a trip down memory lane. And either one kind of terrified her, even if it was for a good cause. She’d felt elated on the phone, talking to her, and now that was wearing off and the weight of what she’s doing is settling on her shoulders again.

But someone has to remember everything and she doesn’t mind being that person. She doesn’t mind answering the questions, or trying to write it down so all those women don’t just fall to the wayside. And she knew that Jo had a good pair of eyes. A great pair, even — seeing things that no one else manages to catch and well, hadn’t that been the whole of Daisy’s war? The unseen part, the bloody bandages changed out of frame. Sure, some of them were pretty enough for magazine covers, but it wasn’t like any of them really wanted to talk about what happened after the shot anymore.

They could be forgotten, and there’s a part of Daisy that just can’t let that happen. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right and if the war left her with anyone, at least it imbued her with a sense of urgency at times like this.

Speaking of eyes, her own snap up to meet familiar warm brown irises when the little bell rings and the woman herself walks through the door in a brown houndstooth coat and a folder tucked under one arm like precious cargo. The nerves that were certain to swallow her whole are almost soothed by the fact that it’s Jo, and Jo knows why it matters, and they’re going to bump shoulders the whole trip down memory lane.

It could be terrifying, but it doesn’t have to be.

Impulsively, and maybe just slightly imbued by the sight of her, Daisy straightens up with a smile.

“That’s the jacket!” serves as her hello, and Jo returns the smile.

“You remember that?” she asks, almost rhetorically. There was a story there, about a houndstooth jacket, and about Jo’s skill with a needle — because sometimes normalcy came in the form of talking about the mismatched buttons and stray threads of patches on a uniform coat. 

“Of course I do,” The reply comes out just as easily as her first statement as Jo takes the seat across from her, file placed between them like a spirit board at a children’s slumber party. “Thanks for this, by the way.” Jo gives her a knowing look, a smile that edges on a tease with how it tugs at her lips.

“Third time you’ve thanked me, Clarke.”

“And there’ll be a fourth time too, knowing me,” She doesn’t protest, but she does go to open up the folder, pulling out pictures and spreading them out between them. Daisy can feel a sharp tug at her chest at the sight. She recognizes the faces spread out before her — Ginny sandwiched between two familiar officers, looking every bit like Madame President, even on the side of that beaten dirt path in the Netherlands. Another of Patty with a bright grin, her hand merely a suggestive blur as a result of her reflexive wave. There’s Rita who’s face is contorted in what has to be a scold for the man in front of her.

There’s one of Joe and Daisy herself, where she’s in the midst of messing with his bandages. The fact that they’re pulling the same grumpy face, no doubt sick of the former getting pelted by anything and everything, makes her laugh a little as she points to it, and Jo laughs too.

And then there’s one, so familiar it’s like she’s there. Spina, Roe, herself, and Laura all sat in a circle in Mourmelon, cards between them, cigarette hanging from Eugene’s lips and furling up and into the air. She can still imagine the bite of November cold, and the way Laura’s eyes lit up when she won twice in a row. A lump forms in her throat that she has to swallow.

“Didn’t think anyone noticed all this,” Daisy breathes out, feeling honest and raw but not terrified of the fact. Jo gives her one of those quiet, meaningful looks of hers.

“I did.”

#. sbt’s one year #. daisy clarke #poet’s notepad #a bit shorter but I like them #they’re sweet #and uh . reading about all the nurses who didn’t talk about Their War made me think heavily about this

[aihoshiino]

thots on saito now he's back?

So Saitou has thots now...............

More seriously, I don't have a ton to say just yet since his reintegration into the cast is so fresh but I'm tentatively interested to see how things go. I really appreciate he wasn't just uncritically accepted back into the fold and that Miyako smashed his face in with a brick offscreen like she deserved so my bare minimum for vibing with this plot thread had been met and I'm excited to see where we go from here.

About Saitou as a character in general... I think I like him a lot more than I maybe should do? LOL

Not necessarily because he's an unpleasant or unlikable character (though I would totally get it if somebody was off on him) but because I think my fondness for him is pretty out of proportion to his actual role in the story. I've said this before but the Strawberry Pro family from volume one (Ai and the twins & Ichigo and Miyako) is my favourite dynamic in the manga so Saitou kind of inherits a lot of goodwill on the basis of being part of that group alone.

I am also, like any other gay person with taste, extremely weak to the trope of "guy accidentally becomes the dad of a troubled teen and doesn't even realise it" so Saitou and Ai's relationship was basically cooked up in a lab to make me so so so so so so so sad and soft. I also just think he and Ai have a really fun rapport when they're together and getting to revisit it is one of my favourite part of rereading or rewatching the prologue arc. Wanting to see more of that dynamic is one of the big reasons (apart from, you know, The Obvious) that I wish we'd get some kind of comfy happy end spinoff or an anthology or something.

I also really like what he does for the series commentary on the entertainment industry, however accidental or otherwise it was on Aka's part. I think when you're writing a story like OnK which is so strongly about commentary on abusive systems, it's very easy to make it onto a black and white issue where everyone involved is either an active perpetrator or a hapless victim - OnK is refreshing to me in that it's very honest about how many people there are in that fucked up system trying their best to just make good art and minimize any harm done in the process but end up perpetuating harm regardless.

Saitou is in this gray area for me where I think it's undeniable that he was complicit in exploiting and hurting Ai - at every step of the way, Ai was a Strawberry Productions commodity before she was his daughter and Saitou loved her even as he was feeding her to the idol industry meat grinder. But at the same time, B-Komachi gave Ai hope. It gave her opportunities and a goal to work towards and it got her out of a truly dogshit situation that she had no power to change without help, even before she was pregnant.

So it's like... yes, Saitou was complicit in Ai's suffering, but he was also one of the very few people in the industry who really, genuinely gave a shit about her. He's not blameless by any stretch, but it's hard for me to WANT to blame him especially since like... the dude lost his daughter!!! I think that's punishment enough, don't you?

Man, I had a lot more to say than expected lol. Thank u for the ask, anon, I hope this was interesting to read!

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #onk spoilers #ichigo saitou #Saitou Ichigo

[morrisxn02]

ogden college (un)official class playlist ! available NOW at a therapist near you !

PART ONE: the student body

lacy by olivia rodrigo・henrietta astor

"oh, i care, i care, i care. like ribbons that you wear. my stomach's all in knots. you've got the one thing that i want..."

hurricane by halsey・reina azarolla

“i’m a wanderer, i’m a one-night-stand. don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man. i’m the violence in the pouring rain. i’m a hurricane.”

american teenager by ethel cain・ida clarke

“grew up under yellow lights on the street, putting too much faith in the make believe.”

this link is dead by deftones・lincoln crawford 

"pay attention! watch me close! as i decide which way i move"

february 15h by hobo johnson・nova dodson

"she went to columbia and i went to jail. i just wanted another apple when she really wanted yale. and that is the problem where all of this lies. i'm emotionally unstable. i'm a crazy fucking guy!"

crocodile tears by suzanna son・sassa fiske

"crocodile sitting all alone, painting nails the shade of pink to match princess peach's cheek. maybe they'll think i'm beautiful. maybe i can trick them."

perfect day by hoku・charlie fletcher 

“people say, they say that it’s just a phase. they tell me to act my age. well, i am.” 

the boy who blocked his own shot by brand new・jesse hart 

“a crown of gold, a heart harder than stone and it hurts to hold on, but it’s missed when it’s gone”

happy by marina・carmen hearst

"couldn't relax, couldn't sit back and let the sunlight in my lap. i sang a hymn to bring me peace and then came a melody."

too much by carlie rae jepsen・ollie inoue

"i live for the fire, and the rain, and the drama too, boy. and it feels like you never say what you want, and it feels like i can't get through, babe."

nina cried power by hozier and mavis staples・ mika ishii

“power has been cried by those stronger than me straight into the face that tells you to rattle your chains if you love being free. ah lord, and i could cry power!”

people watching by conan gray・logan iyande

“i’m only looking just to live through you vicariously. i’ve never really been in love, not seriously.”

summer child by conan gray・samantha jimenez 

"and you laugh and you dance in the wind, and you sway, and you hug and you kiss, but there's darkness behind those eyes."

savage daughter by sarah hester ross・ nixie linghui

“i am my mother’s savage daughter. the one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones. i am my mother’s savage daughter. i will not cut my hair. i will not lower my voice.”

mirrorball by taylor swift・roxie marsh

“hush. when no one is around, my dear, you’ find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinning in my highest heels, love. shinning just for you.”

don’t tell my mom by renée rapp・courtney mills

“so don’t tell my mom i’m falling apart. she hurts when i hurt. my scars are her scars. she’ll talk to her friends, impress all of them. at least in her mind, her daughter is fine.”

donttrustme by 3oh!3・cara morrison

“she's an actress, but she ain't got no need. she's got money from her parents and a trust fund back east."

halloween by novo amor・edward morrison 

“more and more with every accolade, i get carried with away with being carried away.”

i did something bad by taylor swift・greer morrison

"they're burning all the witches even if you aren't one. so light me up. go ahead and light me up."

autoestima by cupido, lola indigo and alizzz・ milo navarro

“my mother and my father gave me an extremely nice face. people don’t usually like pretty people like me.”

forsaken by paris paloma・alethea pierce

"i think i've done something to upset the stars again. the moon won't return my calls, but i deserve it. i deserve it all.”

strange overtones by david byrne, performed by whitney・lennon reed

"how long have i been missing? it's getting colder tonight. snowfall's reminiscing... i watched it melt before my eyes."

frankenstein by rina saywama・magnolia rhodes

"put me together, thread a needle so i'm like other people without all of the evil. i'm trying to be normal, but the trauma is immortal and none of this is your fault."

baseball by hippo campus・monty richler

“there goes that moonboy looking jungly with all his leaves a-growing.”

king by florence and the machine・anya saetang

"my empty halls echo with grand self-mythology. i am no mother, i am no bride. i am king."

stick season by noah kahan・nathaniel shaw 

“now i'm stuck between my anger and the blame that i can't face and the memories are something even smoking weed does not replace." 

liability by lorde・natalia vega

"she's so hard to please, but she's a forest fire. i do my best to meet her demands, play at romance, we slow dance in the living room, but all a stranger would see is one girl, swaying alone, stroking her cheek."

satanist by boygenius・jacqui velazquez 

“will you be a nihilist with me? if nothing matters, man, that’s a relief…”

you're on your own, kid by taylor swift・parker walsh

"there were pages turned with the bridges burned, everything you lose is a step you take. so make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it. you've got no reason to be afraid. you're on your own kid. yeah, you can face this..."

river by leon bridges・malik wright 

"as my sins flow down the jordan, oh, i wanna come near ya and give ya every part of me. but there's blood in my hands, and my lips aren't clean..."

tolerate it by taylor swift・mari zuko

“i made you my temple, my mural, my sky. now i’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life.”

#{ nos tout premiers secrets comme un peu caché sous les lumières | musings. } #ogdeninspo