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kosije · 5 months

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c/w ★ ׂ duke!miguel x fem!afab reader. smut. all smut. miguel tries to exercise restraint. spoiler alert: he fails. sins in silk extra <3

duke!miguel o'hara: who enjoys taking you in the most compromising of places.

he'll fuck you in the garden, behind the tall bushes of flowers taunting you on how loud you're getting.

"oh princess, i don't think it would fool anyone if they heard the flowers calling my name. if you can't bite your tongue, even the k-kingdom next door will hear of this."

"heavens," he groans. "i bet you'd like that, huh? want everyone to know how you have the best fucking cunt, yeah?" he all but moans into the back of your neck. "too bad it's all for me."

he'll excuse himself from the table just to eat you out inside the kitchen storage room, away from your father, his colleagues, and the cooks.

messily making out with your puffy pussy, moaning into your mound when your hand pulls on his hair. "m' baby needs 't don't she?" he slurs like a drunk man. his large hands wrap around, digging into the meat of your thighs only to pull himself in deeper. you're having trouble keeping your voice down, but thankfully the kitchen is a mess of noise and masks your low mewls and his groans completely.

he sneaks back to the table while you to your chambers, but you don't miss his cheeky "oh, im afraid i've already eaten dessert."

his favorite place, however, is the place he took you for the first time. he takes his time in those moments. working you up, till you almost break, then taking you apart only to put you back together over and over again.

slowly licks up your neck, with your legs fold in front of you, he pistons himself in and out of you. your antsy hands drop from your thighs to his back, up to his neck, and down into the sheets, crying out at how deep he fucks you—at how much you can see how he's been needing you. how he's been missing you.

it's in the way he kisses and worships your body, the way he whimpers whenever he's inside you, how he looks at you, even while around so many people at your father's party. how big they got when they saw you, how wrinkled the sides were when he smiled. in the way he holds you after he's fucked you—tight and warm. how he nuzzles into your neck, kissing your shoulder, completely flush to you.

but you're no better. calling out for him whenever you touch yourself, wearing his favorite color every time he comes around, with matching panties. how you wrap your hands over his arms, kissing the meat of them. how you hide little gifts, sonnets you've worked, sweets you've baked, intimates you've worn. and the way when he writes you back, "thanking you," you feel like you could die.

it's easy to secretly write about him. gush to yourself about your scandalous love with "mr. frown," you write for hours. tuck them safely into the hole inside your closet that you made when you were younger. you write all the days you don't see him, and when you do you always have to mention something from them.

"i wish time would stop when we are together, so we can see what forever feels like."

"i need you more and more every time we part. you take a piece of me with you i desperately need back. that spins and leaps inside of you when you see him again.

"if only you'd stay tonight, then my room wouldn't feel so empty."

when you tell him this, with that sparkly look in your eyes, he pauses. looking you over.

"it won't be good for us, princess."

"why is that?"

"i won't—i won't be able to control myself, just not safe for us."

"you don't know that," you all but plead. "you have to at least be curious, of what can happen if we try?"

he understands what you're referring to because those same thoughts bounce around his mind whenever he's alone, missing you. those pestering "what if's," that keep him up, keep him wondering. the ones that eat at his resolve.

so even though it's risky, and is no good for him at all, he sinks back into your bed. kisses the back of your neck, nosing your baby hairs, and whispers a weak, "i can never say no to you"

and for a night, you two don't have to spend it missing something.

#( ☆ ) smuts #( ☆ ) fluff #( ☆ ) spiderman: atsv #miguel o’hara headcanon #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel smut #spiderman across the spiderverse smut #spiderman across the spiderverse #duke!ohara #sins in silk

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freyito · 5 months

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ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴅᴏ

so sorry for the little mini hiatus! im finally allllll moved in and i think all i really needed was like. a clean space. refreshed my mind a bit, lol. can't promise i'll have a steady schedule cause im still working on my inbox, just dont wanna get anything done (after this) til i've finished my new masterlists... anyways! ideas been in my head forever, need to get it off my chest NOW

cw: gn reader, just fluff, not proofread

⎯ Liu Kang

Liu Kang will come up with poetry ON THE SPOT. It's crazy scary how quick he is with it. He chooses something about you and just runs with it. How your eyes are just the most enticing color in the sunlight, just how beautiful you are in kombat...

⎯ Bi-Han

Bi-Han will place little notes around the house or on things he knows you use often. He'll place one on the cover of the book your currently reading, or even within the pages. Little love notes, mainly motivating you, praising you... but he'll write a simple 'I love you', too.

⎯ Kuai Liang

Specifically whenever it's colder, Kuai willpull you in for a hug, and make his body temperature increase. He'll do it under different circumstances sometimes, even to tease you. He likes to keep you close as his temperature steadily rises. Perfect for cold nights.

⎯ Johnny Cage

Footsies. Anytime you two are sitting across from each other, either at the dinner table, or at some fancy restaurant, Johnny's always tapping at your shins, your knee, anything. Brings you closer, in a way.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi has a habit of placing his hand on your head, whenever he feels like it. He'll play with your hair, or scratch at your scalp. He likes the texture, but he also just enjoys messing with you a little bit.

⎯ Kung Lao

Tickling you. Always and forever. Kung Lao will take the most inopportune moments to taze your sides, find those soft bits of flesh that make you giggle in just the right way.

⎯ Raiden

Raiden will do the little heart thing with his hands (or fingers) from across the room when he can't be with you. Eventually, he'll even try to do it with his lightning. It's an uncontrollable variable, and it takes him so LONG to get ahold of it. But, when he finally gets it, he's all giddy.

⎯ Zeffeero

As much as Rain groans and complains that his magic shouldn't be used for mundane things or fun, sometimes he'll form water into little hearts or stars. All for you. But he'll do it away from you, and kind of side-eye you, to make sure your watching.

⎯ Tomas Vrbada

Smoke has a tendency to sway whenever you two hug. Specifically when it's a longer hug. He just finds the motion comforting! He'll hum a little as he does this, too. That hum starts small, but then it catches on, he'll hum the same tune to you before you fall asleep.

⎯ Baraka

Point. Why? Baraka doesn't know. But he kinda likes your reaction. You two have a little game where he'll point, and you'll pop up and look around, do the whole "who, me?" thing. It's like a displacement behavior for him. Secretly, he kind of just wants to place his whole hand on your face like a basketball. He won't. Too risky.

⎯ Geras

Since Geras is still kind of unfamiliar with mortal love, he'll bring you little vials of sand. Kind of like bottles of shelves you'd find in a souvenir shop? He also most definitely asks Liu Kang for help throughout your relationship. So, normally, you get sent little (they're not little actually, they're like 5-page essays) love letters via Liu Kang.

⎯ Syzoth

Syzoth will flick his tongue over your cheek unintentionally. He swears! He's not doing it on purpose! You'll be lying down, or just close in general, and boom! There's the tongue!

⎯ Havik

Havik does that thing where he'll pull you in with one arm around your shoulder and one on the side of your head, and shake you gently. He'll make a little "rah" sound, it's a whole thing. Sometimes he's just over-whelmed with the urge to do that.

⎯ Shao Kahn

Sometimes, whenever Shao passes by you, he'll take you by your hand, and spin you. He'll chuckle and go back to what he was doing. But sometimes, it turns into full blown dancing.

⎯ Shang Tsung

Shang loves passing winks to you. He'll do it when he's too busy, he doesn't even use it to imply something. He'll do that super corny thing where he over-exaggerates his face and winks at you a LOT.

⎯ Reiko

Whether Reiko's just sparring, or in a genuine match, he'll always dedicate it to you. Even if you're not there. He'll whisper something for you under his breath, then beat the shit out of his opponent. He also loves bragging about his achievements to you. Only you. A soldier MUST have some humility.

⎯ Takeda Takahashi

Takeda loves saying your name in a real stupid sing-song voice. Dragging it out, horribly, in such a cheesy manor. He'll bring his voice up all high pitch and even bring his hands up to his face.

⎯ Erron Black

As much as Erron tries to be smooth with it, he kinda fails at hiding the fact that he's doing this for you. He exaggerates his accent, he'll quote all sorts of westerns, and just play reaaaaal hard into the Cowboy part for you.

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codedcore · 2 months

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Security Breach: Valentine's Day Headcanons! 💌

The Glamrocks & The DCA x Reader l SFW

I've never made a headcanons list before so bear with me, also yes I know I'm two days late

Glamrock Freddy ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Omg he

is baby

Has been looking forward to celebrate this holiday one day and is so happy he met you!!!

When he first heard of the holiday he was so excited for it and gossiped about it constantly with Chica

Asking for advice from several friends and even staff members, he was repeatedly told to just 'treat your partner,' so that's what he did!

Lots of hugs all DAY he is the best hugger in the Pizzaplex, and he's so warm. He will also be carrying you around everywhere bridal style if that doesn't bother you, he just loves physical touch

he's holding your hand the wholeeee time <3333

Freddy would offer to take you to dinner with him, but since he can't leave the Pizzaplex you would be going to one of the restaurants in the mall. He's an old fashion lover boy he loves the classic date style

He has the staff bots catering for both of you and they're all dressed up with cute bows

or if you don't want to eat out in one of the restaurants he would happily eat dinner with you in his room

Ofc he's traditional and brings the bouquet and a note card full of adorations for you <3333 ending it off with 'love you forever and ever'

and if you gift him flowers he will instantly make room for it on his dresser and try to preserve it for as long as possible, always looking at it during his days

and if you give him a note he'll be a gushy mess and give you so many hugs and kisses, and will keep the note forever (and keep the more to come) in a hidden box in the storage room. Can't have staff coming to throw something as important away!

now if you two aren't together already he's going to be a mess

gets you a plushie thatsohappenstobehimself because he thinks you would like it <3 it's special addition too for valentine's day with pink accents and when you squeeze it it says 'I love you bear-y much!'

will be serenading you all night with songs

Glamrock Chica ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

literally one of her favorite holidays

not only is it pink but it's also about YOU, her favorite person

since the pizzaplex is covered with her favorite color she's already ecstatic, and would love to just wonder around with you to see all the decorations

She would offer to go to dinner with you but the twist is she's cooking

girl knows how to make anything you ask

AND you can help and it'll be fun and cute and she'll get so GUSHY the whole time

but you'll also probably end up making pizza

the pepperoni is heart shaped <33 and so is the pizza, and all the cooking supplies with be valentine's day themed with hearts and pink handles, and she'll have a pink apron that says 'please kiss the chef' or something like that, with a small quote on the pocket that says 'be mine' with a heart and an arrow through it

once you finish your dinner she'll have a selection of treats too, specifically chocolate themed

shopping, you both WILL be going shopping

she would want to do matching couple outfits, or just several outfits and take millions of pictures with you all over the pizzaplex

one of them with be you both sharing a pocky stick and then another with you both kissing and AHHH

chica would want something to match with you to wear all the time, maybe a bracelet or a necklace, maybe an earring, something to think of you while you're away

the date will probably end with you both baking whatever pastry you like, but there's a good chance it'll be chocolate cupcakes!

of course she'll have a handful of valentine cupcake decor for it, with hearts as the sprinkles and cute wrapping

you both can hand them out to the other animatronics as gifts and then go back to her room and cuddle :3

will be singing your hearts out too, most likely to ABBA while dancing around her room

it's got sleep over vibes and she'll give you some pink pajamas

Now if you give her a gift she'll read the card out loud all happy and smiley and pin it next to her mirror to see it every morning <3

she'll give you a plush at the very end of the night of herself, and since she's already pink the plush will have reds as accents instead of the greens, her earrings are heartssss. And when you squeeze the plush it says 'You stole a pizza my heart!'

This is becoming a trend as you can tell

Roxanne Wolf ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

isn't too excited on valentine's day, or at least acts like she isn't

she says it's too 'mushy' and the whole romantic aspect of it is just super overkill

but

when she says she's 'no romantic' but will be racing around the tracks leaving marks in shapes of hearts

she's spoiling you, will get you anything you want

already has flowers and a love letter, and as cool as she acts the love letter is actually really sappy and cute

also gives you a plush of herself

its got her green hair tip pink instead with pink claws, and when you squeeze it it says 'you make my heart race!'

won't even ask if she can take you on a date she already knows it's a yes, who could say no to her?

will however ask you what you want to be doing, not really sure herself. She may be confident but she has no idea what she's doing

now IF you two weren't together already and she was wanting to ask you out for Valentine's Day, it would be a struggle with her ego getting in the way, but HER having to ask? Come on she's Roxanne Wolf

But also at the same time everyone should be swooning over her, so there's no way you would say no

Right?

but then she realizes she's still cool, who gives a fuck, and will ask you out on a date

you both will be doing some gaming to bond over, ofc you will be doing Roxy's Raceway first, and she even lets you winnnnn

She even gives you your own personal medal

but after that you both will be at the arcades playing co-op games togetherrrrr

with all the tokens you've both won you both definitely are going to the Prize Counter

if you get anything Roxy related her tail is wagging but DON'T point it out

would rent one of those karaoke rooms to sing with you, trying to not show off in the process

it'll be ten times funnier though if you can't sing, you both won't be able to stop giggling

to end the day you both will go to her room and do each other's makeup while in each other's laps

You know that one meme of the two girls doing each other's makeup? It's that

Roxy will go over all the Valentine's Day cards she got from all her fans, and you can tell it's giving her such an ego boost by how happy she looks and the way she wags her tail

and you both get a good laugh at how wild some of them are too

Montgomery Gator ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Monty's similiar to Roxy in thinking Valentine's Day is a mushy holiday, why go all out with heart eyes at you, he already does that everyday

but, he kind of wants to do something for you when he sees how excited you are about it the week before

He's the type of guy that writes down every anniversary and has a plan and knows what to say and knows what he wants to do to surprise you but then the week it's there he forgets

And then feels really bad about it because he's a last minute planner

HOWEVER if it's your first Valentine's Day he's stressing for weeks

Never would he have thought he would care about this holiday, and by this much, but he does

He has to ask Freddy where he got his flowers because he's been trying to figure this shit out for ages

he doesn't know what he's doing but he's gonna act like he knows what he's doing

won't ask you directly at first if you want to have a date but instead throw a show for you instead, at his own stage at the golf course

and then after that offer to golf with you

while not directly asking you to be his valentine

But he let's you win a few games too

then coughs grabs the flowers he got for you, along with a plush of himself. And also your own golf club with your favorite colors and his signature on it with a heart, he says its not a heart though it's just a random scribble he did on accident

DON'T LAUGH AT IT he's already not great at this sentimental stuff but he's trying!

the plush also is special addition with a pink mohawk and pink shoulder pads and when you squeeze it it says 'you rock my world!'

will be hanging out with you for the rest of the day, mostly asking you what you want to do, secretly wanting to have a dinner but not saying it

maybe next year

seeing you this happy makes him want to go all out next year, so long as he remebers

ends the night with you two in his room and, now that he's more comfortable and confident with how the day went is singing sweet nothings to you while you both cuddle

And if you give him a card oh man. He's oddly silent at first which worries you, but he quickly tries to hide the grin he has and hides his head, looking away as he wraps an arm around you

He keeps it hidden in the storage room behind his green room along with the items he's collected from you, safe and secure to make sure it never gets damaged

oh yeah he's definitely going all out next year

Glamrock Bonnie ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

he's a flirt

would def want to just do regular activities with you, but WILL be taking one of the karaoke rooms for you both to sing your hearts out

isn't copying Roxy they both had the same idea and will see each other and Roxy WILL be talking to him later about how he's a copy cat

and of course bowling, you two HAVE to do that

mf will try and get you flustered while acting oblivious, he'll try and show you how to bowl and caress his hands over yours

man's wanting to shop too, trying on outfits with you is such a fun experience

just everything he wants to do everything with you, it doesn't matter

does have a small dinner planned and will eat in Bonnie Bowl with you

you both will be getting ice cream served as well

also that personal stage of his, he's singing sweet songs to you

he's sitting with his legs over the stage and a guitar in his lap and he's just a smooth talker he KNOWS what to say to make you flustered and red

his flowers aren't as over the top as others, with just a smaller and simpler bouquet, but he gets the flowers you like

along with chocolate that aren't valentine's day themed but easter themed

no reason why, he just likes the shape of them

Now if you give him a card he's secretly trying to not stomp his feet in excitement, reading it loudly for others to hear and embarrass you, even if he's turning pink from it

the plush he gives you has him in a pink outfit, and when you squeeze it says 'you make my heart leap!'

The Daycare Attendant Sun ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

sun makes you

so many crafts you don't understand

wasn't able to get flowers but DOES make some craft flowers for you in one giant bouquet, full of your favorite flowers

and if you give them flowers Sun will keep it in their room, before finally deciding to scrap book them by pressing them forever

and the card they give you is so intricate hand-made card for you too, with glitter and hearts and even paper cut outs that pop out when you open it!

of course sun would have a million scrap books, several all about their favorite and only valentine <3

you both will most likely spend your day in the daycare since they aren't exactly allowed to leave

you both will be making valentine's day themed crafts but also take TONS of pictures for their scrap book (and you can even make your own scrapbook too to take home)

will venture out to the theatre however to put on a few funny shows and even listen to the staff bot, just for sun to complain about how this isn't COMEDY

sun will eventually just take over and make their own show just for YOU and it'll be the funniest shit

will give you the biggest plush they could find of themselves, to then realize there's no valentine's day special edition with the big sizes, so they grab you a second smaller one instead to go along with the big one

instead of the yellow it's pink, and when you squeeze it it says 'You brighten my day, Sunshine!'

both sun's and moon's plushies cupid themed with a bow and heart arrow since they both can "fly"

The Daycare Attendant Moon ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

breakfast in bed :3

isn't as into valentine's day as Sun but that's maybe because they never really receive a lot of cards that day

but when they do Moon just shines so bright and will read the cards they get to you

now since things have to be dark to spend valentine's day with them you both make it work!

movie night and cuddles, the wholeeeee day

you both have the entire theater to yourselves

although the DCA doesn't do theatre anymore they have saved videos of pervious shows that they show you

and if YOU give them a card it will go straight to their heart and will have it pinned up in a private area just for them to look at

will crawl away and come back with some handmade gifts, with flowers of course of course

and a plushie that has a red outfit instead of the blue, and when you squeeze it it says 'i love you to the moon and back' sobbing

and, if you can convince them, you both can go through the VIP exit and stargaze together

and once you've gone back to work you will find several love cards hidden all around your work area that they hid the night before

it takes you FOREVER to find them all, ranging from your desk to your locker

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fullstcp · 2 months

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"1989 (Taylor's Version)" Sentence Starters

WELCOME TO NEW YORK

"Everybody here wanted something more."

"I could dance to this beat, forevermore."

"The lights are so bright, but they never blind me."

"Everybody here was someone else before."

"You can want who you want."

"Like any great love, it keeps you guessing."

"Like any true love, it drives you crazy."

"But you know you wouldn't change anything."

BLANK SPACE

"Nice to meet you, where you been?"

"I could show you incredible things."

"Oh, my god, look at that face."

"You look like my next mistake."

"Love's a game, wanna play?"

"I can read you like a magazine."

"Ain't it funny? Rumors fly."

"I know you heard about me."

"I'm dying to see how this one ends."

"It's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames."

"We're young and we're reckless."

"We'll take this way too far."

"It'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar."

"The worst is yet to come."

"I can make all the tables turn."

"I get drunk on jealousy."

"You'll come back each time you leave."

"I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

"Boys only want love if it's torture."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

STYLE

"Could end in burning flames or paradise."

"It's been a while since I have even heard from you."

"I should just tell you to leave cause I know exactly where it leads."

"I watch us go round and round each time."

"When we go crashing down, we come back every time."

"We never go out of style."

"I heard that you've been out and about with some other girl/guy."

"What you heard is true."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"I've been there too a few times."

"Just take me home."

OUT OF THE WOODS

"Looking at it now, it all seems so simple."

"I remember."

"The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color."

"Are we out of the woods yet?"

"Are we in the clear yet?"

"We were built to fall apart and fall back together."

"Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?"

"When you started crying, baby, I did too."

"Remember when we couldn't take the heat?"

"The monsters turned out to be just trees."

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY

"People like you always want back the love they gave away."

"People like me wanna believe you when you say you've changed."

"The more I think about it now, the less I know."

"All I know is that you drove us off the road."

"All you had to do was stay."

"Now you say you want it back, now that it's just too late."

"It could've been easy."

"I don't know what to say."

"I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made."

"People like you always want back the love they pushed aside."

"People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye."

"Let me remind you, this was what you wanted."

"You ended it."

"You were all I wanted, but not like this."

SHAKE IT OFF

"I stay out too late."

"I go on too many dates, but I can't make them stay."

"At least, that's what people say."

"I never miss a beat."

"I'm lightning on my feet."

"That's what they don't see."

"I make the moves up as I go."

"That's what they don't know."

"My ex-man brought his new girlfriend."

"Won't you come on over, baby?"

I WISH YOU WOULD

"It's in the past."

"You're thinking that I hate you now, cause you still don't know what I never said."

"I wish you would come back."

"Wish I never hung up the phone like I did."

"Wish you knew that I'll never forget you as long as I live."

"Wish you were right here, right now."

"I wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for."

"I miss you too much to be mad anymore."

"You always knew how to push my buttons."

"You gave me everything and nothing."

"This mad, mad love makes you come running."

BAD BLOOD

"Now we've got bad blood."

"Take a look what you've done."

"Now we've got problems, and I don't think we can solve them."

"You made a really deep cut."

"Did you have to do this?"

"I was thinking that you could be trusted."

"Did you have to hit me where I'm weak?"

"It's so sad to think about the good times."

"Did you think we'd be fine?"

"Still got scars in my back from your knife."

"These kind of wounds they last and they last."

"Did you think it all through?"

"All these things will catch up to you."

"Time can heal, but this won't."

"If you're coming my way, just don't."

"Band-aids don't fix bullet holes."

"You say sorry just for show."

"If you live like that, you live with ghosts."

"If you love like that, blood runs cold."

WILDEST DREAMS

"Heaven can't help me now."

"Nothing lasts forever."

"This is gonna take me down."

"He's/she's/they're so bad, but he/she/they do(es) it so well."

"I can see the end as it begins."

"Say you'll remember me."

"Say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams."

"But this is getting good now."

"And when we've had our very last kiss..."

"My last request is."

"You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night."

"Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow me around."

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

"Are you insane?"

"It's been a long six months."

"You were too afraid to tell her/him/them what you want."

"I want you for worse or for better."

"I would wait forever and ever."

"Broke your heart, I'll put it back together."

"Remind her/him/them how it used to be."

"Tell her/him/them how you must've lost your mind."

"Remind me how it used to be."

"Say you want me."

"That's how it works."

"That's how you got the girl."

THIS LOVE

"High tide came and brought you in."

"I could go on and on, and I will."

"And you were just gone."

"I never dreamed of this."

"This love is good."

"This love is bad."

"This love is alive, back from the dead."

"This love came back to me."

"I watched you leave."

"When you're young, you just run."

"But you come back to what you need."

I KNOW PLACES

"I can hear them whisper as we pass by."

"It's a bad sign."

"Something happens when everybody finds out."

"Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out."

"I know places we won't be found."

"They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down."

"I know places we can hide."

"Let them say what they want, we won't hear it."

"Loose lips sink ships all the damn time. Not this time."

"Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it."

"They take their shots, but we're bulletproof."

"You know for me, it's always you."

"I know for you, it's always me."

CLEAN

"The drought was the very worst."

"It was months and months of back and forth."

"You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore."

"When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe."

"I think I am finally clean."

"There was nothing left to do."

"The water filled my lungs."

"I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing."

"Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it."

"Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it."

WONDERLAND

"You held on tight to me."

"Nothing's as it seems."

"Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?"

"Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?"

"Didn't it all seem new and exciting."

"I felt your arms twisting around me."

"I should've slept with one eye open at night."

"You and I got lost in it."

"We pretended it could last forever."

"Life was never worse, but never better."

"Too in love to think straight."

"There were strangers watching."

"Whispers turned to talking, and talking turned to screams."

"Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?"

"It's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind."

"I reached for you, but you were gone."

"I knew I had to go back home."

"You searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had."

YOU ARE IN LOVE

"One look, dark room, meant just for you."

"You can hear it in the silence."

"You can feel it on the way home."

"You can see it with the lights out."

"You are in love, true love."

"You keep his/her/their shirt. He/she/they keep(s) his/her/their word."

"For once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts."

"You're my best friend."

"You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars."

NEW ROMANTICS

"We're all bored."

"We're all so tired of everything."

"Trust me, mine is better."

"We're so young."

"We're on the road to ruin."

"We play dumb but we know exactly what we're doing."

"Life is just a classroom."

"I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me."

"Every day is like a battle, but every night with us is like a dream."

"Heartbreak is the national anthem. We sing it proudly."

"The best people in life are free."

"I'm about to play my Ace."

"We need love, but all we want is danger."

"We team up, then switch sides like a record changer."

"The rumors are terrible and cruel, but honey, must of them are true."

"Please take my hand, and please take me dancing."

"Please leave me stranded."

"It's so romantic."

"SLUT!"

"Being this young is art."

"What if all I need is you?"

"Got lovestruck, went straight to my head."

"Love to think you'll never forget."

"Lovelorn and nobody knows."

"I'll pay the price, you won't."

"If I'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us."

"If they call me a slut, it might be worth it for once."

"If I'm gonna be drunk, I might as well be drunk in love."

"Everyone wants him/her/them, that was my crime."

"The wrong place at the right time."

"In a world of boys, he's a gentleman."

"You're not saying you're in love with me, but you're going to."

"It's a big mistake."

"It might blow up in your pretty face."

"I'm not saying do it anyway. But you're going to."

SAY DON'T GO

"I've known it from the very start."

"We're a shot in the darkest dark."

"The waiting is a sadness."

"I'm standing on a tightrope alone."

"I'm holding out hope for you."

"I would stay forever if you say, 'Don't go'."

"Why'd you have to lead me on?"

"Why'd you have to twist the knife?"

"Now your silence has me screaming."

"You kiss me and it stops time."

"I'm yours, but you're not mine."

"Why'd you have to make me want you?"

"Why'd you have to give me nothing back?"

"Why'd you have to make me love you?"

"I say 'I love you'. You say nothing back."

NOW THAT WE DON'T TALK

"You went to a party. I heard from everybody."

"You part the crowd like the red sea."

"Don't even get me started."

"From the outside it looks like you're trying lives on."

"I miss the old ways."

"You didn't have to change."

"I guess I don't have a say."

"The more I gave, you'd want me less."

"I cannot be your friend."

"I can't pretend it's platonic."

"It's just ended."

"Guess maybe I am better off, now that we don't talk."

SUBURBAN LEGENDS

"You were so magnetic it was almost obnoxious."

"I didn't come here to make friends."

"We were born to be suburban legends."

"When you hold me, it holds me together."

"You kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever."

"I know that you still remember."

"We were born to be national treasures."

"I broke my own heart cause you were too polite to do it."

"You don't knock anymore."

"My whole life's ruined."

IS IT OVER NOW?

"I slept all alone."

"You still wouldn't go."

"Was it over when she laid down on your couch?"

"Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?"

"Was it over then? And is it over now?"

"Your new girl is my clone."

"Did you think I didn't see you?"

"At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight."

"I think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running."

"I was hoping you'd be there."

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allmoshnobrain · 2 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 33 of 35 | masterpost

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I could feel his heart tapping against my fingertips, a bit quicker now, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks. His blonde eyelashes looked almost see-through in the sunlight, his blue eyes sparkling and locked onto mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I brought my hands up to his face, running my fingers over it slowly. He let out a sigh, lightly shutting his eyes like he'd been waiting for my touch his whole life.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, romance

✦ a/n: Hi, everyone! I posted this chapter a little later than usual because I was too busy today, but it's here! Sorry for the delay. Also, some of you may have already seen this, but: I missed writing about Dave and Nore happy together a lot these last few days, so I posted a small extra chapter set somewhere between chapters 16 and 17 for all my Dave and Nore enjoyers 🖤 You can read it here. Hope you liked reading, feedback is welcome!

✧ you don't have to leave, you could just stay here, with me / forget all the party police, we could find comfort in debauchery ✧

“I should've been there with you,” James's voice, annoyed and concerned, crackled through the phone pressed to my ear. “You shouldn't have dealt with this on your own. I should've been right there beside you.”

“James, it's alright,” I mumbled, sparking a cigarette, propping myself against the payphone stand. It was late afternoon, and I’d dialed James to tell him all about my disastrous mission in Los Angeles. If I wasn't in tears at the moment, it was only because I'd already exhausted my supply in the hours before.

“Of course, it's not okay!” he burst out, matching my frustration. “Did you check with the neighbors? Wasn't there some dude you knew living downstairs?”

“Yeah, Ellefson. He bailed too. Apparently, they moved out together last week. Left no trace for anyone to follow,” I finished the sentence with a tremor in my voice, eyes burning with fresh tears, but I wasn't going to break down now. Not while James was on the line, his concern clear in every word he spoke.

“Fuck. What a mess,” he muttered. “Hey, it's gonna be alright. I think I've got his mom's address; I can try reaching out to her. We'll find him, Nore.”

“Thanks, James,” I said, feeling a bit better knowing that even if the day had turned to crap, he still had my back.

“I'm sorry about all this Pat shit. Had no clue she'd pull a stunt like that.”

“It's fine…”

“No, Nore, it's not. You know, you said the right thing to her. I never want to see that girl again. But I can hop over to Los Angeles if it means making her apologize to you,” he declared, his voice carrying a slightly menacing edge that hinted he might have wanted to go beyond a simple apology.

“James, you really don't have to do that. It'd be just playing into her drama,” I let out a heavy sigh. “All I want is to find Dave and sort this mess out once and for all.”

“We'll track him down, Nore. I promise. Everything's gonna be fine,” James tried to assure me, and I managed a small smile. There was something kinda sweet about how he was going all out to cheer me up, genuinely putting in the effort to help me out, just because it'd make me happy.

James was just impossible not to like.

“I know, Jamie,” I replied, letting the warmth of my smile show in my voice. “Thank you.”

The rest of February breezed by quickly; I suddenly realized that the one-year anniversary of my move to San Francisco had quietly passed. It seemed pretty wild how everything that had unfolded in the last few months had managed to cram into a year, shaping me in more ways than I could express. It was like I'd been a part of the boys’ life forever, like I couldn’t quite picture who I was without them in the frame.

March rolled in, bringing the end of winter closer and closer. As the days lit up and warmed, James and I kept our long-distance communication going. The phone calls from San Francisco to Long Beach, initially a bit spaced out, soon became almost a daily ritual, and I found myself eagerly anticipating those moments in an entirely new way. Sweet words of affection began to find their way into our conversations more frequently. I had to admit, I missed James more than I'd care to confess — not just the tour moments but also his touch, the sound of his voice and laughter, the blue in his eyes, and even the warmth of his kisses and the feel of his body against mine.

Being back at my parents' house had its perks: with no job on my plate and studies yet to kick in, I found myself drowning in free time. I dedicated most of it to diving into my studies and building up a solid portfolio in visual arts, gearing up for the application grind at the San Francisco Art Institute. The prospect of being in the same city as Cliff and the guys again had me stoked, but in a genuinely good way — I could barely contain my excitement for things to click into place.

Another thing gobbling up my time was my newfound camaraderie with Charlotte, one of my old high school friends. She’d been pouring her heart into her debut starring role in a theatre play, and I'd been chipping in as an unofficial production assistant, giving me a reason to hang out with her and break free from my parents’ house for a bit. On a bright Wednesday morning, the moment I stepped into the auditorium where the theater troupe was fine-tuning their craft, Charlotte threw me a curveball with an unexpected ask.

“Nore!” she squealed with excitement upon spotting me, rushing over and grabbing my hands in hers. Her green eyes looked almost teary, and her lips formed a small pout. “Thank goodness you're here. Everything's going haywire today, and I'm not sure if we can sort it out!”

“What’s going on, Charlie?” I inquired, intrigued, as I shrugged off my jacket, tossing it onto one of the chairs in the vacant audience area. “Did the dressing room light decide to bail on us again? You know I'm useless with those things.”

“Of course not!” she retorted, indignant, and I released a low chuckle.

“Just pulling your leg. What's up?”

“I need you to act in the play.”

I blinked, puzzled, furrowing my brow as I crossed my arms.

“You... Hold on, what? Charlie, the play is in two weeks.”

“I know!” she sighed, slumping into one of the chairs, defeated. “Why do you think I'm so desperate? One of the actresses can't perform anymore. And now the director wants to cancel the play because we won't be able to find a replacement on time!”

“And you want me to step in.”

“Yeah!”

“In a play that's premiering in fifteen days?”

“Nore, you've always been fantastic in our school's Drama Club…”

“No way, Charlie! How am I supposed to pull that off?”

“Nore, please, please, please?” she clasped my hand in hers, her eyes pleading. “It's my first lead role, I've been rehearsing for months! I promise to help you with the lines, I'll do anything!”

I sighed, resigned.

“Fine. But you owe me one,” I replied, and she let out an excited squeal before hugging me.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it, I promise!”

Well, she was right — I didn't regret it. Actually, practicing for the play turned out to be a lot more fun than I thought. Plus, scoring some free tickets to hand out to my friends and family made me care a bit less about the crazy deadline to cram all those lines into my brain. Charlie and I basically lived in that auditorium for the next few days; I'd roll in there in the morning and wouldn't bail until way into the evening.

When Saturday rolled around, I decided to escape to San Francisco. Stuff for the band was picking up speed after those European shows. After snagging a deal to record the second album at a studio in Denmark, the guys figured a bash was in order to toast to the good news, and obviously, I had to be there. I arranged with my parents to spend the weekend over at Cliff's place with the boys. Luckily, they had some San Francisco business on the horizon, and agreed to drop by and give me a ride back to Long Beach when it was time to head back home.

I let out a sigh as I hit the old house where I used to live with Cliff, Dave, James, and Lars. It was like nothing had changed, memories still stuck in every nook and cranny; the first chats with the guys, James getting less shy as we got tighter, my first kiss with Dave, the first time we slept together, drinking together, smoking together, laughing together, loving together. And it stung, a sharp and dry ache deep in my chest, with the gut feeling that things would never, ever be the same again.

I mixed with the crowd, strolling into the living room; the first familiar face I bumped into was James', whose eyes lit up seeing me, a grin breaking out. He hustled over, grabbing my face and planting a surprise kiss on my lips, leaving me gasping, my face heating up in a flash.

“James!” I blurted out, pupils dilated in shock as I took a step back.

“My bad. Was that a no-go?” he mumbled, a persistent grin suggesting he had no regrets about the kiss. “Just damn happy you showed up.”

“I’m happy to be here too,” I whispered, my face still warm from his gentle touch.

“Geez, you two are such a clingy couple,” Cliff chimed in, coming over. I blushed, pulling James's hands off my face and avoiding eye contact.

“We're not a couple, Cliff,” I muttered, voice low, his comment knotting something strange and uncomfortable in my chest. “Excuse me, I need a drink,” I spun around, heading for the kitchen.

“Nore, hold up,” Cliff tagged along, standing by my side as I raided the fridge for a beer. “What was that just now?”

“Nothing,” I grunted, popping the kitchen door open and stepping into the backyard. Cliff sighed but joined me, leaning against the porch railing.

“Nothing? Seriously? You're not gonna start keeping secrets from me now, after 19 years?” he came closer, tilting his head to be right in my line of sight, impossible to ignore. I sighed, rolling my eyes at his persistence. “Hey. You and James weren't, like, a thing or something?”

“It's not like that,” I grumbled. “It's just... There's just too much going on, Cliff...”

I told him everything then: how James and I had decided to give in to our feelings during the tour, how I’d tried to find Dave after coming back, how everything went wrong, and now I had no clue where he was. And maybe involving James in all this was a mistake because, frankly, with each passing day, I found myself liking him more while still stuck on my feelings for Dave.

“Well, that sucks,” he remarked after I spilled my story, prompting a nervous little laugh from me. “So, you do like James, then?”

“Of course I like him,” I replied, with a resigned sigh.

“You like him, and yet you were upset because he kissed you just now?” he pressed on, and I rolled my eyes.

“Cliff, it's not that simple…”

"No, I get it ain't," he said, sparking up a joint, taking a slow drag before locking eyes with me, dead serious. "I get you still love Dave. I get you're on this quest to find him, and I'm betting it's gonna happen, Nore. You and him, you'll cross paths again 'cause I know you're head over heels for the guy. I'm pretty damn sure you two will work things out. But..." He hesitated, and I shot him a puzzled look. Cliff usually had his words lined up tight. It wasn’t like him to be unsure about anything.

"But?" I prodded, curious. He let out a sigh.

"But things are changing at warp speed for us, Nore," He handed over the joint, and I grabbed it, taking a slow drag. "We're growing up, for crying out loud. I mean, we're about to cut an album in Europe, can you believe that? A year ago, who would've thought? Things are moving quick, do you really wanna skip the chance to catch some happiness along the way? You don't know when you'll stumble upon Dave. No idea how long it'll take to straighten things out with him. Are you gonna keep dodging happiness till then?"

"Cliff, what are you getting at?"

"What I'm getting at, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but fine, what I mean is maybe you should quit fighting what you feel for James. I mean, you liked him before, but let's be real, you rolled back from Europe completely in love with him, didn't you?"

In love. Those words set my face on fire, my heart doing a marathon, and a zillion butterflies doing somersaults in my stomach. My first instinct was to argue with Cliff, but deep down, he wasn't totally off, was he? If I already had a soft spot for James before, now it was more like a full-blown obsession. It felt like a hunger, like I needed him to fill some kind of void inside of me. And somehow, this crazy feeling coexisted with the love I held for Dave, for the empty space he’d left behind. Everything was so damn new that I could barely wrap my head around it, let alone figure out how to handle it.

"I'm not in love with him," I mumbled weakly, and Cliff chuckled, giving me a shoulder hug.

"You're a lousy liar, you know that?" he said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Hey," a familiar voice called, and I glanced up, blushing when I locked eyes with James, propped against the door frame with a beer in hand. "Nore, everything cool?"

"I'm gonna find Lea," Cliff announced, sidestepping and shooting me a suggestive look before leaving me solo with James. I watched him saunter away, feeling my face heat up, and then turned my attention to James, his blue eyes zeroed in on mine.

"You alright? Sorry about that kiss earlier. Didn't mean to upset you," he said, his voice low, stepping close enough for me to sense the heat of his body. His attentive eyes studied my face, as if trying to decode my feelings from my expression. I sighed, my heart racing in a totally new rhythm when he gently cupped my face, resting my hands on his chest as he leaned in.

"James," I murmured, my voice shaking, almost like I was saying his name for the first time. He gave me a slight smile, his gaze zeroing in on my slightly parted lips with poorly disguised desire.

"What?"

"I don't want you thinking I'm here with you just 'cause I haven't tracked down Dave yet."

"I'd never think that," he whispered, edging even closer.

"James," I murmured again, almost like a prayer, and the way I said his name seemed to light up something hungry in him. He yanked me closer, his mouth crashing onto mine with a deep, needy moan. I sighed, trembling, my fingers tangling in his hair as I surrendered to his kiss, the dawning realization that I couldn't resist him any longer.

Actually, that I didn't want to.

He backed off, peppering soft kisses on my lips before resting his forehead against mine. His hands clung to my waist, tugging me close enough for our bodies to touch.

"I think we should head to my room," he murmured, flashing a smile. I chuckled softly, throwing my arms around his neck, and pulled him into another kiss.

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑵.

⊱ pairing: 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘨𝘯! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⊰

tw: angsty. but sweet. his first time touching your face. a/n: first time posting a fic with him. I've written stuff in the past, but never actually showed them to the world. I love him, and I wish I could protect this baby moth with all my heart. I'm not a bnha writer, but I really needed to write something for him this time. wc: 651

You have always loved his body, no matter how scarred, how hurt or thin it was.

The liquids that made him shiver have already dried. They tried to stop him, to hurt him, to kill him… but never once tried to help him.

Tenko can control his quirk now… he does. That scientist promised he would, right? Touch me. Touch me I beg you.

“I have to… I have to fight” “Touch my skin, all five fingers. My face, please”

His red eyes scan you; his now more muscular frame goes up and down. Tomura needs to breathe; his head is a mess.

You take a few steps closer to him, your hand reaching his wrist. As you have always done; never his fingers… “don’t you ever touch my hand”

“Are you sure?” he asks, fixing his eyes on your arm. “Yes, I am” you murmur, pressing your forehead to his, over his dishevelled white hair.

His dried lips, painful scars of a punishment he didn’t deserve, of his own power against himself, separate.

“You know… I thought about you every time I felt pain inside that thing” he whispers, with the lowest tone possible, but still audible.

You try to stop your tears from scaping your eyes, your frown shows how painful this all has been… how many times you tried to stop him, how many times you tried to make him run away…

“I remembered the times you cure my wounds, the cream…ngh, my head hurts” he grunts, still without touching you. He won’t show, but he is scared, terribly afraid of hurting you. You have always been there, but he never could touch you, and he never allowed you to come really close to him.

You place a kiss on his forehead, if you can’t stop the headache, you at least can feel his warmth once again before the inevitable happens. You won’t stop him, you simply can’t.

Everything around trembles, the hospital is about to collapse. What looked like a hero, it’s only dust next to him. The red cape over his back, protects him… or is that you?

“I will forever cure you” you mumble after your lips separate from his scarred skin.

Tomura looks at you, the pain behind his eyes, the shine he never had… He slowly moves his arm up, and you let go of his wrist; you trust him. But, if he finally kills you, it would be ok, you can’t afford a life without his touch anymore.

You can feel the warmth of his palm coming closer to your cheek, you tremble… you aren’t afraid, not really. You are anxious to feel his touch, after so many years.

Index and middle fingertips barely grazing your cheek, and then, his thumb over your lips. You can feel his hand softly shaking. His ring finger touches your jawline.

It’s just one finger. You can do it, Tenko.

A tear runs through your cheek, but you never blink, you just wanna keep watching his face. You wanna see his expression when finally, his palm, his five fingers are able to feel the warmth of another flesh, only because he wants to love, not hurt, not kill.

Both take air, perhaps your last gasp. His pinky, those the kids use to make promises, finally lands on your neck.

He widens his beautiful hurt eyes. You are still breathing. Your skin is still your usual color. Your lips are still as kissable as he always think they are.

“I can control it… I can touch you” he mumbles, in complete awe. For the first time, you can see a light shining on his orbs.

“Yes, you can…you can…” you cry, pressing his whole hand against your face. With tears wetting his palm, and a smile of relief garnishing his face.

Come back. Now that you have reborn, there is still so much we need to do.

#tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #tomura x y/n #tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tenko shimura #bnha #bnha fanfiction #mha shigaraki #my hero academia

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punsmaster69 · 4 months

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2/JAN/20XX

[The page appears to have been written in pencil first, then written over in pen.]

Sans looked between the two pieces, kinda taken aback.

"these are really different pieces?"

He showed the pieces to Mom.

"Yes, they are indeed."

She looked a little concerned.

"I'm telling you they are!"

I grabbed the pieces and pointed out differing speckles of color on the two.

Sans held the pieces a lot closer to his face, his look focusing.

"...huh."

"they are."

"sorry, kiddo. my vision's just not having it today."

"or any time as of late, really."

"You gotta quit messing up your eyes. Might actually end up with glasses."

"eh."

With a shrug.

"Eh??"

"You do not care?"

"not really. would probably forget 'em most of the time, anyway."

Things that most people would be concerned about don't seem to phase Sans.

Losing your vision and ending with with glasses is definitely a big deal, right? How does he just shrug it off? DOES he care, and just hides it well? He's forever a mysterious skeleton.

Papyrus can be at times as well, in fairness. They're both full of mysterious happenings.

——

Looking over my shoulder at the journal is what he's doing, but I don't think he can see what I'm writing at all.

"not true. i could mostly read that one."

Entrusting me with this journal again after the last entry I made is brave, but he told me he didn't even read it. If he had, I definitely wouldn't be allowed to write again.

"what'd you do that was so bad?"

"Just."

"A lot of spelling mistakes."

I'm covering the page with my hand.

"awful spelling or not, i appreciate you trying to take on the responsibility today."

"Are you sure you don't have anything you want me to transcribe like Mom did?"

"nah."

"not enough that's page-worthy."

"Tell me the small things, then. I'll write it as its own section."

"ok. ready?"

"Mhm."

"brain fuzzy."

"eyes fuzzy."

"feels messy."

"........"

"That's it?"

"yep."

"told you it wouldn't be enough."

——

While we're over and visiting, I've been really trying to match Sans' energy.

The low energy.

The no energy.

At least when he gives up on talking, he still squeezes my hand back, like an assurance that he's not dead.

Sometimes he's been waking up to do it too.

"Oh."

"Go back to your nap, buttface."

"..you're th' one grabbin' m' hand."

Mumbling when I woke him up on accident.

"Had to know you didn't die."

That head turn was probably his current version of eyelight-less eye contact.

"m' good."

"Sounds like something a dead person would say."

"...whoops."

"dyin' again."

Promptly letting his head fall back down, back to sleep in an instant.

——

When I asked him if he had any New Year's resolutions, he gave almost only joke responses.

"HONEST answers!"

"ok, ok."

" 'be more honest.' "

"that'll be one."

The other serious resolution I got out of him was,

"get better."

#undertale #journal #frisk #sans #toriel #sans and frisk #frisk and sans

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yanderepuck · 3 months

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"he looks so peggable here" -@lulu-the-smol-floof

You should all thank Lulu for having horny thoughts at 1:30 in the morning to make this possible. She wants to femdom the shit out of him. Whatever the fuck that means. Femdom + biting is all she wants so here it is.

Thing is.. I suck at femdom so this toOK FOREVER

He kisses the inside of your thigh. With each kiss going further up. Right before he could get to the sweet spot you grab his hair, pulling it back to make him look up at you. He whines softly, looking up at you with his desperate purple eyes.

They're such a beautiful color. You could look into them all day. Especially when he's giving you that look. The look that's telling you that he just wants to touch you, to please you.

You sit on the chair in his office, looking down at the man on the floor. In a room where he should be in control, you have him wrapped around your finger.

"I thought you said your class was going to be short today," you keep his head held up, and with your other hand tap a pen against his desk. "You kept me waiting for an awfully long time," you give him a teasing pout.

"I finished the lecture as quickly as I could but there were- ungh!"

You cut him off with a quick tug of his hair. "I don't want to hear excuses. I want to know how you're going to make it up to me."

You let his hair go. With an elbow against his desk, you prop your head up on your hand.

"I've never disappointed you before, have I?"

He pushes your skirt up more, kissing your inner thigh again. This time you let him get to the center. He moves your underwear out of the way and licks you before sliding his tongue into you. You let out a soft moan before moving closer to the edge of the chair to make it easier.

His tongue gets deeper, curling inside you, licking at every inch of your walls.

You comb his hair out of his face so you can see him better. His violet eyes look up at you, pleading for some sort of satisfaction.

"Keep your hands where I can see them. I don't want you touching yourself."

He seems to whine at this, but puts his hand up on your thighs, squeezing them as he forces his face further into you.

You moan and rock your hips. Nearly fucking yourself in his tongue.

"Get me to cum with that tongue of yours and maybe I'll finally touch you."

His eyes seem to light up. You've teased him and have edged him on for days. He will do anything to finally get a sweet release.

His tongue curls inside you. One of his hands glides up your thigh. Squeezing a finger between you and his face he starts rubbing your clit.

You can't help but gasp, your body jerking. He smirks knowing he hit a good spot. He rubs you harder, getting your toes to curl.

Gripping his hair harder you push his face closer to you. You really didn't think he would get you so close, you must have been more desperate than you thought.

In a few moments he got the sweet taste of your cum on his tongue. Knowing you were going to hold up your end of the deal he sits back, trying to catch his breath.

His hair is a mess, his chest is heaving, he still looks hungry for you. You're giving him the same look.

When you stand up you grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him up with you. Once he's standing you get closer to him, both of you still trying to catch your breath.

Your fingers begin undoing his pants painfully slow. He just wants to shove you off and do it himself but he wouldn't do that to you.

"Get on the couch," you are stern, but something about your voice turned him on.

He kicked his pants off before sitting down. You were immediately straddling his lap. No skirt on, and you were unbuttoning his shirt.

He didn't think it was fair. You get to look at him but he can't look at you.

Before her could even touch you, you grabbed his hands, and draped your arms over his shoulders. "I didn't say you could touch."

You kiss his neck as you lower yourself down. His moan is so loud you would think he hasn't been touched in months.

You move at a pace that is comfortable for you, wanting to drag out his denial even longer.

He tries to buck his hips up but he immediately stops with a gasp. You bit him.

The spot you had been kissing now has your teeth marks. "What have I told you before?"

He says nothing, concentrating on not bucking his hips again.

"You sit here all pretty like, while I use your cock like a toy. Got it?"

"Y-yes."

"Good," smirking, you bit him again, this time to create a mark on him. You may not be a vampire but you can still mark him, even if it won't last long.

Galileo squeezed your hands. He could easily over power you. But something about being treated like nothing sent ecstasy through his body.

His breathing got heavier as he got closer. He was on edge. "P-please... Just a little more."

You sigh and let go of his hands, grabbing the hair at the make of his neck, pulling his hair back. The moan he let out was almost feral.

"I didn't say you could cum. I just said I would touch you," you smirk at the look on his face when he realizes he misunderstood. "I was going to let you. But then you showed up late," you let his hair go.

You rock your hips as slow as you can with still getting pleasure. His eyes become more visible when you push his hair back.

"Oh don't give me that look. You could overpower me at any time and yet you don't~"

You glide your hands down past his shoulders, groping his chest.

"But you won't~ You're in charge all day so you like when I treat you like a dumb little toy."

Galileo says nothing. He has nothing to say that goes against anything you said. That may or may not be the reason, but her eyes in fact like having you on top of him.

"That's what I thought. You still have an hour before your next class and I'm going to make sure your cock is covered in my cum when you have to go."

Writers note: this is written before his route release in JP... And is sort of meant to be out of character... Because lulu committed to the bit a little too hard so I also had to commit to the bit.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp galileo #smut smut smut

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mirrorhouse · 2 months

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hi sorry if this has been asked before, but i've been looking on your faq page for aska regarding your gifs? especially how yo make them - I'd like to create some too but it's so complicated😅

i use photoshop (not paid for lmao i downloaded a version off here years ago from like. 2016) + kmplayer + if it's game gifs, i use nvidia shadowplay to record

i'll put this under a cut because of images/length

i open my footage in kmplayer, and use the frame extraction function over the timespan of the clip i want to gif. these are the settings for that:

normally for games, i record in 60fps and extract every 2nd frame, but sometimes i extract every frame and scroll through to delete duplicates made from stuttering etc. for everything else like movies/tv, i extract every frame. normally, i try to go for around 100 frames, but you can have more or less depending on your final gif size, and also you can always trim your gif down when you're in photoshop, but more frames = longer import time

then in photoshop i go to file > scripts > load files into stack and select all the frames i want to go into the gif i'm making

for the method i use, you need a version of photoshop with timeline animation, and make sure the timeline i displayed (window > animation)

now the next part has a lot of little steps, but they're fairly easy to get the hang of once you've done it enough. it's basically muscle memory for me now but i still do sometimes do things in the wrong order lmfao

anyway. the steps are as follows:

click 'create video timeline'

click the 3 little boxes in the bottom left

in the right menu, choose 'make frames from layers'

when thats loaded, open the menu again and choose 'reverse frames'

click the last frame and change from 5 seconds to no delay

make sure you choose 'forever' instead of 'once' in the bottom left

select all frames (you can select the last one, then scroll back to the first and shift click to select them all, or just click 'select all' in the menu, i'm just used to doing it the first way for some reason lmao)

in the right menu, choose 'convert to timeline'

then select all the layers (can use shift click again)

and finally go to filter > convert for smart filters

here's a very small shitty gif of the process for a visual aid (a gif of a gifmaking guide... wow)

now you have a gif, basically! but you still need to resize and sharpen and edit, etc. i've posted about some of the things i do before but not really in detail because i mess around every time and don't always do the same things. and you don't have to do much! just do whatever looks good to you :')

tumblr's gif dimensions are 540px width for wide gifs, 268px width for two small gifs, and three small gifs are 177px for the two outer gifs, 176px for the middle one (don't ask me why they did that)

once you're done with that, you can export the gif by going to file > export > save for web (legacy). these are usually my settings:

but i might change the colors to 264 if it's a smaller gif, or even to 64 if there are less colours and i can get away with it. for example in these gifs, i only used 64 colours since they were pretty brown/monochrome anyway, but something a lot more colourful would look terrible with 64 colours

the gif needs to be max 9.99MB, but if it goes over, you can always adjust it in the next step. once it's exported, i open it again

select all the frames and click the little arrow on one of the frames, then change the timing. i almost always use 0.05, but you can experiment with what you like the look of

then if the gif's over 9.99mb i just delete frames from the beginning and/or end until it's under the limit. then export it the same way as before (overwrite the old one or save it as a new file if you like) and you're done!

#ask #gif tutorial #kinda. i suck at explanations so maybe this isnt the best LOL #if you need me to clarify anything pls lmk! i always wanna help people learn new stuff if i can

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sinsandsuccubus · 9 months

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I Wish You Roses - Jack Harlow

Context: “With pretty flowers can come the bee sting”

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1.0k+

Pairings: Jack Harlow x Ex!Fem!Artist!Reader

Warnings: n/a

a/n: This was something quick I wanted to put out, so excuse any grammar errors if there are any. I kind of didn't like the way this ended, but ya know, I always hate my own writing. One of the favorite things I love about myself.

Masterlist ☽☾

“Ooh, never thought I would be without you

I wish you love, I wish you well

I wish you roses while you can still smell them”

The MTV music awards were here, and with every awards program came a performance.

This year around you were performing your new song, “I Wish You Roses” from your new album “Red Moon in Venus”. Once again, you had been nominated for an award, this time, Best Song of the Summer.

You were going up again many other artists, such as Ice Spice, Taylor Swift, Beyoncé, and your ex, Jack Harlow. You didn’t expect all the different genres of artists in one category, yet, here you were.

Your microphone was glittery gold, to match the color of your album, and you were wearing an orange dress, with diamond Louis Vuitton red bottom heels. You wore a headpiece, specifically a crown, and your hair and makeup was done to perfection.

You took a deep breath, your manager coming along beside you, resting her hand on your shoulder.

“You got this. Don’t forget where the song came from, and sing it for the person who it’s for.” She looked at you and smiled softly, nodding her head.

She was right. You had to sing the song from your heart, for that’s where it came from. And the song was for your ex.

Jack Harlow.

The two of you had been together for almost three years before deciding to break up, the deciding factor being Jack’s newly found career. His music and features had taken him to a new level of famous, something he had never experienced before, and his management team thought it would be best for him to step into further the game with a clean slate. Meaning he had to break up with you.

It was difficult in the beginning, not being with the person you loved, yet seeing them all over the internet. You were truly happy for him, happy he was becoming recognized and credited within his rapping career. However, you did mourn the loss of your relationship, the hole in your heart never closing.

So, after going through tons of therapy and with the approval of your manager, who was like a best friend to you, you wrote “I Wish You Roses”, in dedication to your ex and your previous relationship.

You just hoped he recognized the song was about him.

“And now, singing a new song from her new album, Red Moon in Venus, please give a warm welcome to Y/S/N”

The lights dimmed as you rose up from the center of the stage on a white pillar, aerial silk dancers floating in the air in your presence. You began to sing your song, putting love and effort into each part that you were singing, your vocals strong.

“While I'm here, I'm someone to honor

When I'm gone, I'm someone to mourn

But if you and my heart should someday drift apart

I'll make sure to give you these blessings

Because they're all I've got

My love's deep as the ocean

Don't you drown on me

Just know any love I gave you's forever yours to keep”

As you belted the song from your heart, you looked into the crowd, spotting Jack sitting front row. You kept eye contact with him for the majority of the song, eyes drifting from him as you finished the song, ending it with notes from the heart.

You're gonna want me back

You're gonna want me back, you're gonna

You know we can't do that

You know you can't do that, you know it”

The crowd applaud as you ended, slowly drifting back onto the pillar, sighing as it was lowered into the stage. You smiled at your manager, who immediately handed you a snack and a bottle of water, a ritual you had going after your performances.

“You did great Y/N.” She spiked, embracing you in a hug.

“It felt like it. Let’s just hope he got the message.”

Smiling and waving at everyone, you slowly made it to the Sheppard Bus parked in the section for the attending artists, holding your award in your hand.

You had won song of the summer, your fans supporting you all the way through. You were happy, ecstatic, yet there was still one person you wish you had heard from.

“Maybe he won’t stop by.”

“I doubt that Y/N. Look.” Your manager pointed towards the parked Sheppard’s bus, Jack standing in front of it, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You smile and nodded your head towards your manager, who took the award from you and made her way towards the vehicle. Slowly you walked up to him, your dress trailing behind you swiftly.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Jack spoke, fiddling with the packaging of the flowers he held in his hands.

“Are those for me?”

“Oh shit, yes. Yeah, they are.” He thrusted them towards you, a small laugh leaving your lips. You took in a whiff of the roses, smiling as you looked back up at Jack.

“They’re gorgeous, thank you.”

“Of course.” There was a pause.

“Listen.” You both spoke at the same time, “Wait” you both spoke again, looking at each other with a smile.

“Go ahead.” You nodded to Jack, who began to twirl the ring on his finger - a nervous tick, something you had picked up on while you were together.

“Listen, Y/N I- I never meant for things to go down between us like they did. It was never my intention to hurt you, now that I can see that with the song you performed tonight.”

“So you think it’s about you?”

“Wasn’t it?” Jack looked at you panicked, his bright blue eyes looking directly into yours.

“Of course it was Jack, I was just messing with you.” You smiled softly, a sigh leaving Jack’s lips.

“Phew. Don’t do that, you know I don’t like sarcasm like that.” You both laughed it off, your eyes drifting down to the flowers.

“But like I said. I really didn’t want our relationship to end between us as it did, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

“Jack… let’s not do this right here.” You spoke softly. “How about tomorrow, over lunch?” You looked at him, hoping he would say yes.

“… Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. I’m cool with that.” He nodded at you, placing his hand on your cheek. Smoothly, you moved closer to him, kissing him on his cheek.

“I’ll text you the details. Goodnight Jack.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow fic #jack harlow scenario #jack harlow imagine

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls- Season 2, Episode 22 (Last Episode of the Season). "I Can't Get Started" Part 1

This episode may just be the ultimate game of memory roulette, because I remember nothing. Zero. Nada. Zilch. Zippo. except these two things:

I am told this episode involves a Lorelai-Crusty hookup and I have no recollection of that whatsoever. The mind has a way of bleaching itself sometimes. Can't wait to be retraumatized! The episode begins with Sookie playing wedding music choices for her coworkers and everyone falls asleep listening to the depressing songs she picked. Leave my girl Sookie and her emo music alone. She lives in Stars Hollow, of course she can relate to songs about pain, depression and misery.

Emily the Strange, seen on Rory's cast.

My conflicting emotions as I think about how Season 3 brings Jess to the forefront (that's good) but he rarely knows a moment's peace (that's bad) and in the blink of an eye we lose him to the California Wormhole (that's bad) but it also temporarily sidelines Dean (that's good) but it brings Crusty back (that's bad) but there's the debut of Dave Rygalski (that's good) but in the blink of an eye we also lose Dave Rygalski to the California Wormhole (that's bad) then we meet Alex who is cool and also hot (that's good) but then he disappears forever (wormhole?) and Max briefly returns from the California Wormhole (meh?) When Michel complains about the drudgery of wedding preparations, Lorelai reminds him she's in Sookie's wedding party so he has to oversee the entire wedding by himself, which is something he's never done before. Excuse me? Why don't you hire some more staff Lorelai, you fucking cheapskate. (We also learn later on that Sookie's catering her own wedding. WHAT? I know Sookie is a perfectionist when it comes to food but that's fucking bonkers). Rory offers to brainstorm with Lane to come up with wedding songs for Sookie and she agrees to let them do it because letting teenagers pick the music for the most important day of your life is a smart idea. This is where I realized I have no idea what kind of music Rory is actually into except that she has expressed she doesn't like the pop music/boybands of the day, which is fine. I just hope Rory wasn't one of those super annoying kids in school who were always coming up to me saying things like "You know, the Backstreet Boys don't play their own instruments." I was well aware. Anyway, Lane was definitely one of those types, as we see it happen on the show frequently, but as for Rory, that one is maybe up for debate.

Sookie asks Lorelai if she wants to invite Emily and Richard to the wedding. Uhh, may I ask why? Just 5 episodes ago, Emily was meddling in the wedding planning and blew up Sookie's budget and Lorelai had to intervene so she wouldn't go bankrupt. That's about the extent of any significant interaction between the Gilmore Grands and Sookie. After that mess, why would Sookie want her there? Sookie's all "Ah, that ol "almost bankrupted me" thing. She was so thoughtful to help me with the planning! Even though it was nothing more than a passive aggressive scheme to stick it to you for never getting married. She made me realize I love the color pink!" And then she giggles away the deep seated pain that anyone so relentlessly cheerful and forgiving has to be holding deep inside. Something historic just happened: I watched the Intro, instead of skipping it, which is something I haven't done in years. Let it be known I have nothing against the intro nor the song, and they're very nice and heartwarming, but I'm just not an intro girl. But I've been pretty down in the dumps and the theme song is like a warm cup of cocoa. It might behoove me to watch the opening credits once in a while so I know when to expect Dean, Crusty and other creatures from the deep.

More fine work from the Gilmore Girls fake food designer. Looks delish. She's still wearing that fucking quarter on a string, god damn. Rory is pestering Butthead to trade his pancakes for her fruit and egg platter.

You know, sometimes I start writing a joke, then realize it was funny, but it didn't make any sense and I have to scrap it, which makes me sad. Sometimes I don't even notice it after I've already posted and have to do a quick deletion (it just happened with LGD, in fact). Today, you're in for a treat because I'm going to give you one of my bloopers. Rory is incessantly asking Dean for his opinion on the pancakes. I decided she had poisoned them and she was monitoring his reactions, like when his breathing would start to become labored, or if he started to foam at the mouth, or if he would say something like that "huh, these pancakes taste kinda metallic." and then he would keel over. But then I remember they are at Luke's and she didn't cook the pancakes. But she could have sprinkled some rat poison on top of it when he had his back turned. I'm 100% convinced Lindsay had tried unsuccessfully to poison his meatloaf.

Oh no, they traded breakfasts. Eat AROUND the poison sprinkles, Rory. Rory and Buttzilla are observing someone who is repeatedly walking back and forth in front of the diner without coming in. *Sniffs the air* I smell unhealthy boundaries. It must be Lorelai.

I actually forgot that Luke and Lorelai were still "fighting". In fact, I just realized there was no Luke whatsoever in the previous episode. Okay, okay! I plum forgot about Luke completely! Anyway, can we please resolve this nonsense before season 3? How is Lorelai hooking up with Crusty going to end this stalemate?

Ya'll, she really blurted out "Dean don't leave me", not "Don't leave me, guys" or "Rory don't leave me." I CAN’T! I'm dying! Poor Rory, shows where she really ranks on the list of her mother's priorities. Anyways, sucks to suck Lorelai, good luck with solving this fucking mess completely of your own making.

lolbye

That's a wild under-exaggeration for how you acted after that car crash. Just wild.

There is no quicker way to get Lorelai’s goat than to act Pleasant Neutral towards her and not entertain her quirkiness! it is aggravating her to no end that Luke isn’t entertaining her stupid doughnut jokes! Hahahahaha! He isn’t groveling at her feet over her half baked fake bullshit apologies either. Sucks to suck Lore! Luke being so indifferent to Lorelai's bullshit is glorious, no one has ever deserved it more.

Meanwhile, Paris is running for student council president. Her campaign promises include mandatory recycling, clearly gendered bathrooms and gluten free options in the cafeteria (hey, as long as Rory can still order her favorite Chilton lunch, The Prison Special, two slices of white bread with nothing in the middle). After Madeline and Louise poll 150 students in the span of about 1 minute, the results are in: While the People think she would make a competent politican, nobody actually likes her. So she strong arms a very reluctant Rory into becoming her running mate. Paris feels Rory's nice girl image will soften her own. She puts the fear of God into Rory that she will end up going to Connecticut State instead of Harvard if she doesn't take this opportunity to pad her college resume with school politics. I mean, she's not wrong. Rory is still pitifully lacking in extra cirricular activities. Until they showed Rory writing in the audience, I had completely forgotten she was already on the school newspaper because it hasn't been mentioned in ages. And now I just remembered that horrid school newspaper storyline in s3 is approaching. The one with the redheaded mean girl, Francie. Ugh! S3 is going to be such a rollercoaster. Wait, isn't Connecticut State where Dean was considering going to school? Heheh.

Out of context Gilmore Girls.

Hmmm.

You know who else AmyShermanPalladino said this about?

AmyShermanPalladino wrote Paris to adore Rory as much she adores Milo, I'm just saying. Rory is getting her cast off.

Emily Strange again...

SECURITY!!!! No, but what kind of medical office is this where anyone can just barge in to a child’s appointment and be like "it's okay I'm the Dad" and the Dr is like “sure I believe you have a seat”. Not like Crusty is ever around that the doctor would recognize him. He drove down all the way from Boston to watch Rory have her cast cut off but can't be present for anything important? Alright. Anything to get into Lore’s pants I guess.

Yeah. Love is in the air at their child’s medical appointment.

Their nauseating attraction clouded their minds enough that they both resisted the urge to get in one last jab about Jess being the cause of Rory's injury. Miraculous.

Hur hur hur! You're so funny! Drink drain cleaner.

Honestly? They deserve each other. R: “If I become vice president, I'll have to spend my summer at some junior leadership program in Washington."

Oh, you would HATE That.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #season 2 finish line #thank fuck #rory gilmore #crusty #buttzilla #paris geller #geller + gilmore #PariMore #luke danes #I Cant Get Started #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls

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gallawitchxx · 1 month

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weekly tag wednesday thursday!

oooh baby, look at all the hotties that tagged me to play yesterday: @darlingian @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @metalheadmickey @too-schoolforcool @lingy910y @crossmydna @sgtmickeyslaughter @iansw0rld @juliakayyy @thisdivorce & @energievie !!!! THANKS HOTTIES! how fun!

how is your day going?: so far so good! i honestly laid in bed for hours this morning - much longer than i intended to. but i think that's fine!

are you okay?: life has been super whumpy lately & i haven't been riding the waves all that gracefully. but yeah, i'm okay! this too shall pass.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour?: i don't really have a favorite color, but i love turquoise that's more blue than green.

are you single?: i am Very Married!

are you happy about that?: yeah! my wife's the best! we have our shit, like all couples do, but i wouldn't be who or where i am today without her. i'm very lucky.

what age do you feel in your brain?: oooh... 970?

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you?: both! past, present & future good times for me, bayybeee!

do you have a best friend?: many! but in the traditional sense, yes. i have two besties who i've known since childhood & it's a blessed miracle that we're still loving up on each other after all of these years.

did you have a childhood pet?: i had fish & a couple of cats!

do you sing or whistle around the house?: oh, i was literally just singing take me or leave me from rent (both parts thank you very much) while doing the dishes! so yes! my wife & i also are constantly making up dumb songs lolol.

do you light candles or incense?: yes yes both! more candles now, but incense when we used to *gasp* smoke weed inside hahahalksgjsl. but now we're strictly backyard stoners, so the candles work just fine. plus, i have tons of witchy candles too that i'm always working with for spells & such.

are you busy Friday night?: no? lol. what day is it? we have some weekend plans, so a friday night in sounds grand!

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in?: probably a fortune teller (typecast), but i think in another life, i'd want to be a trapeze artist & swing from the rafters!

what is your favourite outfit?: oooh this one's easy! a white mock turtleneck, my black Wildfang overalls, and sneakers!

what's the last thing you created?: i'm working on a writing project for work & still attempting my end of the Having a Ball collab with @callivich (hi calli, ily calli, thank you for your patience calli), but i suppose the last thing i created was this art of mickey's booty.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time?: it might need an update, but my forever favorite book is a tale of two cities by charles dickens. my favorite fic? shit that's hard. eerrrrmmmm - i truly cannot answer this, sorry lolol.

what are you looking forward to?: by this time next month (plus a few days), i'll have hugged all of my favorite people! HOW EXCITING FOR ME!

what can put you immediately in a better mood?: a movie night with the pals! a play sesh with my pup! a smoocherooooo.

do you like hugs?: love 'em! c'mere! let me squeeze you round the middle & bury my nose in your neck!

what is something you wish people understood about you?: oooh. um, i think that because i'm pretty positive all the time, people don't think to check in on me & see if i'm doing ok? this isn't a plea by any means lol - i'm good! - but it takes a lot of effort to keep a good attitude when the world can be so harsh. also! i'm a witch! don't mess with me! *wink*

tagging @heymrspatel @howlinchickhowl @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @milk-o-bitch & @squidyyy23 - who may not ever see this, but who i almost put down for favorite fic! (i'm DAD's #1 stan!) & who i miss every day of my life! if you don't want to play, that's cool! imagine we're laying together in a field of green, looking up at a clear, sunny sky. ily.

#thanks for tagging me y'all!#weekly tag wednesday #tagged

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almost-correct-quotes · 4 months

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lyrics that remind me of dion and kane / their plotline <3

if there's no character specified it's either about them together or the plotline in general

it's tumblr, so the colors are messed up but you get what im trying to do its supposed to be aesthetic

Dion: Turn and Go - {Parentheses}

When the night is turning sour Due to the lateness of the hour Doesn't mean it has to end Just turn and go You just need a change of scene Somewhere happy, somewhere green You don't have to be alone Just turn and go

I announce that I am leaving, no one seems to care No one even takes a second glance But I am with the people that I love the most And that's always more fun without a plan

Dion: Lying in the Middle - Spence Hood

Why should I make up my mind Just to change it overnight What a magnificent way to waste my time You know I would rather live my life Rife with riddles Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale The world’s a buffet and I came to get my fill

Dion: Doing This Again! - Bears in Trees

I hope I'll be resilient I hope to be brave in the face of another family cancer My mother 'cites a rosary downstairs But lord, these blessed words fail me

Love Takes Time - Philip Labes

It takes more than some roses, for roots to intertwine To open up the doors to your interior design Sneaking in the baggage, that we couldn't leave behind

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

When I'm dead, I won't join their ranks 'Cause they are both holy and free (…) Make me love myself, so that I might love you Don't make me a liar, 'cause I swear to God When I said it, it was true

Paul Revere - Noah Kahan

One day, I'm gonna cut it clear Ride like Paul Revere And, when they ask me who I am I'll say, "I'm not from around here"

I'll leave before the road crew's out Before those joggers, looking way too proud And I'll turn up the music and I'll forget Until it ends, that I'm not ready to let go yet

How I Survived Bobby Mackey's Personal Hell - Lincoln

Well, if there’s one thing that I'm sure of It’s that I think too much about shit that doesn’t matter And I don’t think enough about things that make a difference

You left some holes in the plotline I left some holes in your clothes And we can argue semantics over who left who first

Dion: Downhill - Lincoln

I went downhill at such steep incline That my rearview mirror showed me only the sky And I laughed about it all night

And I said “Hey man, isn’t it poetic That the sky is what we leave behind?” Because I was born into the world on a silken cloud And I got bored of the world before I hit the ground

From Eden - Hozier

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me, I should know

There's something broken about this But I might be hoping about this Oh, what a sin

Out of Time - Philip Labes

Tick, tick, tick goes any good thing Forever is a diamond lie We can't stop the clock, so let's just talk Until our heartbeats rhyme Until we're out of time (...) And if you believe that fate brought us together Then you must believe that it tore us apart But I do not believe That we live in a machine I think the ticking that you're hearing is a heart

Kane: Is It Honor That I Want? - Sushi Soucy (it's LITERALLY him. screaming)

I know the guidelines That I've lived by my whole life So well that I could sing them Be a good kid, be a good brother Be a good son, be a good loyal servant to the kingdom

Why am I so confused? I have everything I want Yet it feels like I have nothing left to lose Is the world really falling to pieces? Do we really have to iron out the creases? Have I been told my whole life something that isn't true? Because I really have no idea what to do

I curse the heavens up above Is it really honor that I want Or is it love?

The Title Track - Origami Angel

Sometimes it gets hard to be alive And you know that better than I do Better than I do Sometimes you need somewhere else to go Somewhere that nobody can find you No one will find you

But if you wanna be somewhere you don't have to be alone Or distraught or anything at all Baby, you don't have to be, pack all your things And we'll move to Somewhere City If you want to be someone that you never have to hide Or keep bottled up on the inside Baby, you can set it free, just come with me And I'll show you Somewhere City's waiting for you

Dion: Re-Do - Modern Baseball (i have to put mobo on every single playlist somewhere soz)

I wanna start from the top Maybe like a do-over Replace the voices in my head With blind innocence

I want a complete re-do Maybe change my name Report the losses, grab the claim "It's a shame, it's such a shame"

Kane: Stick Season - Noah Kahan

As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined You must've had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive Because your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign Kept on drivin' straight and left our future to the right

#reverie audios #reverieaudios #reverie audios dion #reverie audios kane

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liaromancewriter · 9 months

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Meet The Parents

Premise: Sienna is nervous about meeting Max’s parents, aka, her soon-to-be future in-laws.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,340

A/N: I've been missing Maxenna lately and got inspired by Meghan Trainor's Made You Look. I'm using @choicesflashfics week 44, prompt 1 (in bold). Submitting to @choicesmonthlychallenge August, National Couple's Day.

The walk-in closet in the swanky Georgetown apartment was littered with discarded outfits, a kaleidoscope of colors and fabrics. Time was running out, and the lone occupant in the room was ready to scream from frustration.

Wearing only a black lace bra and matching panties under her robe, Sienna Trinh riffled through the clothes hanging on the rack for a suitable dress. She should have gone shopping earlier; now, it was too late to do anything.

Too short. Too frumpy. Too slutty. Sienna ran through the litany of everything wrong with her clothes.

She’d spent the last eight years in and out of hospital scrubs and clothes designed for comfort during twelve-fourteen-hour shifts. Her limited wardrobe was not intended for fancy dinner parties with billionaires.

Sienna had moved to DC and in with Max Valentine a month ago. They’d been traveling ever since, first to visit her family in New Orleans, then vacations in St. Thomas and Paris. Now that she and Max were back in town, his parents had invited them for dinner.

Maybe she should fake a headache and end the misery now. Except, they would see right through that excuse, and she’d have forever damaged her relationship with her boyfriend’s parents.

Sienna glimpsed at the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and her face fell at the sight of her reflection. Her make-up-free face was haggard from worry, and strands of brown hair escaped whichever way from a messy bun atop her head.

“Whoa. What happened in here?” Max asked from behind her.

Sienna spun on her heels to see him standing in the doorway. His suit jacket was folded neatly on his arm, and a dark gray tie hung loose around his neck. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing an expensive watch wrapped around his left wrist.

Seeing him looking like that after a full day at work, Sienna felt even shabbier.

Max was staring at the mess on the floor, eyes wide in astonishment. He was a neat freak, and it was probably driving him crazy. Great. One more thing she couldn’t get right, she thought in despair.

“I can’t do this,” Sienna said, her voice hitching on unshed tears. “Please apologize to your parents for me. Tell them I came down with a cold, a stomach bug, or something contagious. Just make it up.”

Max slowly walked towards her, his green eyes wary.

“I can do that,” he said, gently touching her shoulders. “But if I’m going to lie for you to my parents, you’ll have to explain why first. And make it good.”

“I have nothing to wear!” Sienna exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Okay,” he nodded. “I have a sister, so I know that’s Girl Code for ‘I’m nervous, and everything I own is ugly.’ Did I get that right?”

Sienna deflated when she realized he was serious rather than dismissive as she’d been expecting. She should have known better. After all, he’d never trivialized her feelings when they were friends. Why should now be any different?

“Here,” he said, folding her into his embrace.

Sienna nuzzled into him, the fabric of his dress shirt soft against her cheeks, and inhaled his scent. Her earlier panic dissipated the longer he held her.

“Want to tell me what’s wrong?” he said softly against her ear. “You’ve met my parents before, remember? You even had dinner at their house last year.”

Sienna leaned back in his arms, her hands resting on his upper arms, and smiled ruefully.

“Yes, but I was always Cassie’s friend before. Now I’m living with their son and heir, a man I barely went on a handful of dates with before moving in with him a month later. I’d be suspicious of me too.”

“First of all, Cassie and I are both their heirs,” Max said, leading her to the padded bench in the middle of the room. “Second, you and I have been circling each other for years, even if we didn’t make it official until recently.”

He placed two fingers on her chin and tilted her face up. “Third, my mother loves you. Probably more than she does me.”

“I see you didn’t mention your father in that sentence,” Sienna said, pursing her lips.

Max shrugged. “My dad will, too, once he gets to know you. He hasn’t had the same opportunities as my mom to spend time with you.”

“I’m so afraid I’ll mess up, use the wrong fork or dip my fingers in the soup instead of the water bowl,” she confessed anxiously.

Max laughed, tears of mirth leaking from his eyes.

“If I was dining with the Crawleys at Downton Abbey, I’d probably worry about that too,” he said, still chuckling. “Luckily, we’re dining with the Valentines at Country Club Hills, and there’s no water bowl or snobby butler in sight.”

“I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?” Sienna said, more annoyed with herself.

“No, you’re not,” Max said. “I was terrified of your family, especially because your sister kept giving me the beady eye. So, I get it. But I survived meeting the parents of the woman I love, and you will too.”

Sienna covered her face with her hands and groaned in frustration before turning to face him.

“Tell me something about them. Your parents,” she clarified when he looked askance. “Doesn’t have to be major, just anything, even if it’s small, about Olivia and Robert, not Mr. and Mrs. Valentine.”

Max drummed his fingers on his thighs as he thought about the request.

“Okay. I don’t know if this counts, but,” he began slowly, “my parents have never spent more than a handful of nights apart since they got married.”

Sienna felt her heart melt at the sentiment, and her eyes softened as he continued his tale.

“Whenever my dad travels overnight for work, my mother accompanies him. Neither is happy unless the other is close. I remember once my mom was admitted to the hospital for a mild concussion after a skiing accident.”

Sienna smiled, watching the amused exasperation cross his face at the memory.

“My dad pulled strings with the board so they’d let him spend the night in her room on a rollaway bed. The damn thing was way too small, and he was uncomfortable, feet hanging off the end. But you couldn’t pay him to leave until she was discharged.”

“That is so incredibly romantic,” Sienna said, tears dripping down her cheeks.

“And incredibly embarrassing if you’re their kid,” Max grumbled with an exaggerated eye-roll and head shake. “They’re always touching, a hand pat here, a kiss on the side of the head there.”

“I love that!” Sienna gushed, recalling how she’d seen them do just that at Cassie’s wedding.

Sobering up, Max sighed and took her hand. “If you can’t do this tonight, I’ll call them to reschedule. Tell them I double-booked or something came up at work. They’ll understand.”

Sienna’s lips twisted in a wry grin at Max’s offer, and she shook her head.

“No, it’s okay. We should go.“ She glanced at the clothes lying on the floor and sighed morosely. “But I still don’t know what to wear.”

“Will you trust me to help you with that?”

“I trust you with parts of myself I’m afraid to show anyone else,” she said softly, giggling at the strange comparison. “So, yes. I can trust you to dress me appropriately for the occasion.”

He pulled out his phone and unlocked the screen.

“What’re you doing?” she asked curiously when he clicked on the FaceTime app.

“Calling the expert,” he replied just as Cassie appeared on the screen.

Telling his sister to hold on, he paused the call and peered intently at Sienna. “I’ll hold up the phone; you try outfit options with your bestie. Sound good?”

Sienna beamed in pleasure at his solution. Deciding her best friend could wait a few more seconds, she leaned in and slowly kissed his breath away with the promise of more to come later.

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tirsynni · 7 months

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Possibly one of the most disturbing things about a current fandom trend is that I've seen the build-up to it. Right now, no matter where you look, you'll see a growing wave of characters needing a "diagnosis." They need to have a mental/physical health label. They need to have explanations regarding their behaviors, ie, the increasingly popular "I see this character acting this way and thus I am confident they were abused as a child." As I saw one person describe it, every character needs pathologized.

Mind you, if you want to write a character as autistic, ADHD, etc., that is fine. Perhaps you have a diagnosis and want your comfort character to have it, too. Perhaps you want to explore something or just mess around. Whatever. I don't care. It's when people insist on it, make a diagnosis mandatory, insist that their perception of the character with this diagnosis is correct, etc., that it gets disturbing.

While I'm aware that many people are frustrated with the social services and mental health field -- and I completely understand, as I work in these fields and I know how messy they can be -- and turn to the internet for assistance and self-diagnose themselves when official diagnoses seem beyond their reach, I'm also very aware how dangerous this practice is. I've seen this practice grow online to the extent that every behavior has to be pathologized. No matter what anyone does, there is a diagnosis attached ("Ah, this person is so distractible, so clearly they have ADHD") or a specific history (the ever popular "This person MUST have had an abusive family growing up").

I love whumping my characters. I love using them to explore different things, including mental health issues and trauma. (Hell, one of my current LoZ fics has some inspiration from some recent training and me wondering about the character's unique background and if that would increase or decrease vulnerability to certain things.) Sometimes, I'll do my research to try to have symptoms and behaviors at least in the ballpark of correct. This is all fiction, though. When everything is colored through these lens, including how one perceives fictional characters, things become dangerous.

One big rule in the social services and mental health fields is that you are not supposed to diagnose clients. Ever. If a professional looks at a client and arbitrarily decides that they have such-and-such diagnosis, that forever colors how they perceive the client and thus opens the doorway to them mishandling the case, putting their own biases on a client, recommending the wrong care, etc. It can lead to them dismissing many of the client's statements because it doesn't align with the perceived diagnosis. This includes the decision of "I have no actual information about this person's past, but based on their behavior, they must have had an abusive home environment." This can lead to the professional changing how they interact with the client, the client's supports, overlooking other -- possibly dangerous -- factors, etc.

Humans aren't that simple. If someone is displaying a certain behavior, many things could have caused it. Humans are too complicated to decide that "Oh, yes, obviously this occurred in their background." That's absolutely not how it works. That's the damned Sherlock Syndrome in action. Many, many factors affect how people act and react, and the insistence that obviously this behavior must be caused by this is downright disturbing.

When a diagnosis is being made in a professional environment (if the person is, in fact, a qualified professional and actually good at their job), part of the process includes ruling out other factors. Many children have been diagnosed with ADHD when, in fact, they are suffering from sleep deprivation and stress. By treating it as ADHD, they are allowing the other unhealthy behaviors to continue and give the child medication they don't need. Adderall affects people with ADHD and people without ADHD very differently, for example. The professionals are also supposed to have standards to increase the chances of the correct diagnosis. Is the patient tired and distracted? Did something happen this morning which could affect the client's normal behaviors and throw off the assessment? Is there something about the person doing the assessment which is affecting the results? It's like trying to do a medical assessment and constantly getting high blood pressure because the person is afraid of the doctor's office.

I've also seen people tag a character with a diagnosis, and not only is the character themselves unrecognizable, but they end up writing a crude parody of the diagnosis itself. They read less like a character and more like a caricature. The writer went online, did some quick research, and ended up with a character who might as well be a token character on a sitcom. It ends up being actively insulting by the end. In the instances where it's done well enough so it isn't 100% insulting, you still have an unrecognizable character due to the person preferring their perception of what the diagnosis would/should look like rather than the wanting to write the character in question. (Mandatory note: if you want to write someone OOC, no problem. Just recognize that, in order to make them fit your preferred mold, you did write them OOC and not insist that yes, they are completely in character and everyone else is in the wrong for saying otherwise. It's fanfiction. Write what pleases you. Just don't insist that it's something it's not.)

All of this also dramatically simplifies the mental health field. It simplifies the various issues into something you would see in grade school. It simplifies medication and therapy into miracle cures. It reduces the insanely complicated human brain into a child's puzzle. "Ah, this person has this, so they will display these behaviors. Makes sense." "Ah, this person is struggling with this. Give them a therapist and they'll be good as new!" Like, I can imagine that someone is dealing with Stuff in real life and want to write a fic where the character does find a miracle cure. As previously stated, no problem. Just don't insist that everyone else needs to perceive what they wrote as real life miracle cures. That's not how it works, things are more complex than that, and no size fits all, especially in the mental health field.

I've seen it online for a while now: people enthusiastically putting their entire diagnosis up for everyone to see, people merrily slapping labels on themselves, people looking at every video and going, "Oh, I do this!" People insisting that everyone needed a diagnosis slapped on them and, if they didn't have a diagnosis, they were clearly in denial. They pathologize themselves, their behaviors, everything around them, and now one of the first things they do when discovering a new favorite character is ask, "What is their diagnosis?"

This post isn't meant to discourage people from researching their own needs and their own mental health. It isn't angrily forbidding people from writing characters how they want them. It is a statement that the mental health field, humans in general, human brains, mental health, etc., is far more complex than "Oh, I have this diagnosis, so I have these symptoms and here is what I need to do!" It's stating that there is a difference between being aware that someone has certain behaviors and responses and pathologizing everything a person or character does. It is stating that sometimes it is very, very easy to go from "I headcanon this character as this" to "If someone looks/acts/etc. this way, they obviously are this." If these actions are your go-to, then you might want to take a step back and breathe for a bit.

...it's also a tad frustrating as someone with a diagnosis, as someone who works in this field, to see someone tagged as ADHD and being a sitcom stereotype or seeing therapy solve everything. Write whatever you want, but have some self-awareness when writing.

...it's also funny that I see the tag "medical inaccuracies" but never see a tag about "mental health inaccuracies." Hmm.

#rant #long post #fandom rant #mental health #internet pathology #internet culture #fandom culture #chill people #i'm happy to talk about this subject #and i know this was #if a long post #still a very brief summary of these issues #but there is a reason that #the popular response #for mental health #medical issues #etc #is #“Talk to your doctor”

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