#sorrrry this is long

[starsscarmyceiling]

Homemade Dynamite, please?

OmGGGgg yay I am glad someone asked about this! Thanks anon! Unfortunately, this one’s been on the back burner for quite a BIT, but I mean @jan-uarys and I spent several hours last night freaking the FUCK out about it and it honestly got me hyped for it all over again!

This fic came about from my first Reylo modern AU, Keep the Blinds Open, wherein Ben moves across the street and Rey has to wipe her drool away and be like OH NO HE'S HOT…and basically, Rey wants to be in denial for so long and they’re both so stubborn that they didn’t even talk to each other or MEET until Ben had been living there for like a whole YEAR haha. Then one day my dyad in the force @saratogagrounder and I were talking about what it would be like if that happened with Merrical…and we were like LOL Merrin would never stand for that…and she ofc encouraged me to write the fic after we giggled about it for quite some time and we all know it takes like absolutely NO effort for me to take on another WIP—💀

But yeah so Merrin moves in across the street, Cal FREAKS out about it obvs, and is like omg how am I even going to live my life now with her being there and being all hot all the time and stuffs FUCK—and she’s been living there for like a couple of months at this point, and then Cal is standing in his kitchen one day contemplating if he should make himself some dino chicken nuggets for dinner and they make eye contact for the first time when she comes home, and he is just like frozen in place like SHIT SHIT SHIT SHITTTT WHAT DO I DO…and WHAT does our boy do?? HEH, he ends up just like awkwardly waving at her ofc. Then she just tilts her head at him, and then promptly leaves her apartment.

“Oh my god,” Cal said out loud, “I fucking—freaked her out so much she immediately had to leave her apartment.”

He let out a severe exhale as he started to pace about his kitchen for several minutes.

“Jesus Christ Beedee, I think we’re gonna have to move now—there’s no way I’m coming back from that—I can never look at her again.”

Cal grunted, bringing his index finger and thumb to his eyes and rubbing at them.

“Why—why are you like this? That was so fucking—”

There was a knock on his door. His head whipped over to it and he thought he might have been hearing things as he just stood there for a moment—or it could have been several before he heard it again as Beedee also barked along with it.

Cal looked at his dog, “Go lay down boy, it’s fine.”

The dog listened and went to his bed, but still whined a little.

“What the…” Cal said to himself as he placed his coffee down on the counter and paced to his door in such baffling steps, “who would—”

Cal unlocked the door, and there on the other side of it, was none other than her—his hot neighbor—right in front of him.

His eyes were probably popping out of his sockets as he said nothing for a sequence of seconds and just gawked at her, almost tempted to ask if she meant to come here.

She did know that—he lived here, right?

“Well,” she stated in a voice with an accent oh god she had an accent, “are you going to invite me inside?”

Cal just blinked a couple of times as she raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh my god say something—

“Uh—yeah, right,” Cal stammered, knowing he was severely red as he cleared his throat and stepped aside, “come on—in.”

She sounded Russian to him. Why was that hot? Jesus Christ she was so much hotter up close—

Strolling past him like she’d been here before, Cal closed the door behind her and he immediately shoved his hands down the pockets of his jeans as she still hadn’t faced him.

“Did you uh—” Cal panicked, so taken aback and so confused, “did you mean to come here?”

Why did he ask that?

She chuckled a little, “No, I meant to go to the Italian restaurant down the street and somehow ended up here.”

Cal snorted, not expecting such a quip from her, but then still felt all his anxiety crushing him as he took an unsteady breath.

“You know, I get that a lot—probably from all the gourmet meals I am always cooking for myself—the secret’s out.”

His heart was racing as she laughed again, and wow her laugh was—beautiful? Was that a weird thing to think?

All he knew is that he was trying not to focus on her, but then all he could focus on was her and no he wasn’t checking out her body or her perfect ass—

“Perhaps you could pitch them your favorite meal of chicken nuggets and whiskey—I am sure they’ll be very interested in hearing the recipe,” she responded, and honestly, he didn’t know why that felt like the wind was being knocked out of him, but there were just too many implications in that sentence that he simply couldn’t brush aside—

Cal needed to breathe; he wasn’t breathing—

“Uh—huh—they’ve been hounding me for years over it,” Cal stated in a voice that really didn’t sound as steady as his last sentence…almost like he had just gone through puberty and he was pretending to sound older than he actually was.

“My my, I am sure,” she stated, and Cal really didn’t know what to say to that.

He couldn’t still quite believe that she was just walking around in his apartment as she placed her purse down on his counter, clearly judging his things as he just stood there openly gaping at her like that was going to make this situation any better.

“You waved at me,” she pointed out.

And see Cal was trying to completely forget about the fact that his innate reaction to actually making eye contact with his new hot neighbor for the first time was to fucking awkwardly wave at her.

“Yeah—I…certainly did that.”

She turned to him finally, her eyes completely scanning over him like she was trying to size him up for something.

“Was that not an invitation to come over?” She asked as casually as if this was for some reason an entirely normal, commonplace really, way to interact with someone. Step one, sure, stare at your hot neighbor like some creeper, and then step two, wave at her like a complete buffoon, which will obviously lead her to showing up at your door unannounced.

What world was he living in right now?

“Oh, uh—” Cal stammered, knowing for damn sure that was not his intention, and if he were less awkward of a person perhaps he could actually be trying to accomplish something with this gorgeous person—even if it were to at the very least be having a successful conversation, “I guess it could have been…because it’s not like I mind you being here or anything—” oh fuck where the fuck was he going with this he needed to change gears now— “do you want some coffee or something?”

Her expression was difficult to read, but it could have possibly been like she was pitying him, “I suppose so…I take mine black.”

Cal lifted both his hands and pointed his index fingers at her, “Great.”

Well that was a weird thing to do. Then again, so was everything he did.

He thought being able to concentrate on doing something would help his anxiety as he noted Beedee had approached her and started sniffing at her. She bent down to give him a pet on his head.

“Oh uh—that’s Beedee, don’t worry he’s very friendly,” Cal said as he got a mug from his cupboard. He paced to the coffee machine and grabbed the pot. She seemed to have no response to him, but she was still giving his dog attention, so that was hot—

That was hot? What? Was everything she did hot just because she was so hot?

“And I’m Cal, by the way—Cal Kestis—um—if you wanted to know.”

She looked up at him, and he couldn’t quite tell if there was an upturn to her lip or not, but she definitely had raised her eyebrow at him, “Congratulations Cal Kestis.”

Normal—he felt very normal about her uttering his full name.

“Yeah, I get that a lot too,” Cal said without thought, “short for Calcium.”

For the first time there seemed to be a crack in her mostly stoic countenance as he walked over to her and offered the coffee mug.

“Is it really?”

Cal couldn’t help it, he smirked as she took the mug from his hand, “Of course.”

Her eyebrows knitted together, “Did your parents hate you?”

Parents—what an always excellent topic with him.

“You know—I think they must have.”

Honestly, not such a bad explanation on the fly.

She eyed him, making no attempt to drink her coffee.

“I feel as though you are making another stupid joke—but your tone just seemed more confident this time,” she claimed, and then he smiled again, trying not to focus on how he loved the shade of her brown eyes.

“Yeah, and now I just ran out of material, so it’s all downhill from here I’m afraid,” Cal said back, not even sure where that came from.

“Hm,” she hummed before she now took a sip of her coffee, “what a shame.”

Frankly, he was a little gobsmacked. She was—like very intimidatingly charming? And it just rendered him devoid of any more words or stupid jokes.

Damn, maybe he really was out of material.

As she turned from him again and began to once more circumvent the room.

And he watched her, just not finding it in him to look away again, and he just—he really wanted to ask her if she really came over here because he just fucking awkwardly waved at her.

He opened his mouth, but then she began speaking again.

“You watch me,” she stated in a complete matter of fact manner. Cal was not finding it difficult to decipher that she was just an extremely blunt person.

“Oh, yeah um,” he said, placing his hands on his hips, “you’re kind of…hard to miss.”

He looked up into her eyes and those brown irises were staring into his soul just a few paces away from him now.

Jesus—could he say anything remotely normal?

“I’m sorry,” he stated simply, hoping it would suffice enough for being a total creep, “I didn’t mean it in like—I—I mean I am not trying to be—”

God—he should probably just inform her that yes, he will be prompting moving out as soon as possible.

Because could he even deny his extremely inconvenient but still very real attraction to her?

She kept her stare on him for another few moments before she spoke, “Do not be sorry,” she stated, not turning from him entirely as she walked over to his window, “I watch you too.”

Cal was incidentally and entirely grateful that she could not see him right now because his jaw dropped a bit and his brain definitely forgot how to function for several seconds.

AHHH this is very first drafty EXCUSE

After disssss things get real REAL fun as I am attempting my first NON slow burn ever as they start boning right away, and it becomes and emotional slow burn. Merrin is like oh, feelings? I had those removed several years ago and Cal is like bet.

Cal’s a paramedic, and one day him and Kanan unfortunately lose someone and they have to wheel the body down to the morgue and GuEsS wHo’S tHe NeW MorGuE DoCtoR—😏

OOOOoHHH it gets SO fun from here as they navigate just banging on the reg and Merrin is like LOLZ I don’t do feelings and also being neighbors and seeing each other at work. There’s def a time or two they also bang in a janitor’s closet. Calamity ensues as Cal gets her coffee one morning along with everyone else’s and Merrin’s like you’re not allowed to be nice to me—and Cal’s like HA well too bad because I’m gonna anyway, actually.

Also @starryjediknight, I am DEF putting in some background Sabezra in there with Ezra being a nurse and Sabine being another doctor who lowkey caught Merrin and Cal coming out of the janitor’s closet, and she’s like lol girl you banging that hot ginger mess…and Merrin’s like NOO…well..maybe…YES we’ve banged a ton what do you want from me, and then Sabine is like lol I’m not judging I’m banging that nurse Ezra. I think I should also throw in some Cal and Ezra bonding over having scary hot doctor gfs LOL

Soooo YEAH v excited for this fic. It’s gonna be the best angsty ridiculous smutty Merrical rom com I as per USH from me…so I hope you guys will enjoy just as much too!

#sorrrries it's taking me so long to get through these but i am tryingggggg #but GD wow am i so very excited for this fic fan and i were brainstorming sm about it last night #we both got very emotional over it don't worry about it #calvin riley kestis is a menace pass it on #god this dumb bitch merrin really be out here thinking she can just boink cal with no repercussions #losers #fanfic #merrical fanfic #my fanfic #merrical #wip title game #hd #ask

[by-kilian]

Update: "Straight To Heaven"

*air horns* CHAPTER 9 AND CHAPTER 10 OF "STRAIGHT TO HEAVEN" IS OUT NOW!!!

#update: sth #i am so sorrrry i took so long #pls enjoy a two parter #crawls out of the pit where i wrote crying but happi

[moltingseasons]

i love effieciency as well. taking the most effcient and effective root is the goal in my life. i understand wanting to explore and take time, i do, but sometimes i simply do not understand why someone would willfully pick an objectively worse option.

my mother asks my dad to go grocery shopping with him so she can look for clothes. i find this concept distressing because my father goes to multiple stores, buys the food for the week and tries to be home by noon before town gets crowded. and i understand that she wants to buy things and spend time with him but she picks a day where he has a task at hand and a clear effective solution and wants to add extra time. yes i understand that they are married and should want to do general things with eachother and my dad could definitely be kinder to her. but i would lose it* if someone did that to me.

*i wouldnt scream or anything just be distressed and internally upset

i set up my sisters dialysis, i am essentially her medical caregiver because we work well together. i dislike having others help even when its overwhelming because they place things in an Incorrect order (ie: it functions but its not the way im used to so it irks me) or they set things up in a less effcient way than i am used to. i am not opposed to teaching them but i have to specficially be in a teaching Mode and preparred to explain each step. i think i sound like an asshole a bit now that im thinking about this.

#sorrrry #chatter #long post

[demonstars]

you're not the sacrifice again, thank god I was gonna sent more cat dream to your way but I'm happy you're here!!! 🐢

thamnk you. Should still send cat dream tho...

#hiyahiya this is from so long ago sorrrry #star asks #🐢

[burdenedreverance]

❛ brush ❜ (from satoru)

His body is broken yet his mind is not. The specifics of the battle he has faced matters little in the moment, only the after math. Some might call him too eager to place himself in the crosshairs of creatures which are ten times his superior. But he cannot help himself. It is in his nature to always stare down loaded gun barrels and grit his teeth in the face of total annihilation. That he will not compromise on.

He opens his mouth to speak but only a sharp pained gasp leaves his throat, his insides feel bruised and damaged. It will be some time till he gets the healing he needs, physically and mentally. One thing at a time. He is not alone here. His friend(?) is here. The annoyingly all powerful male whom Hayden might never exceed. That does not stop him trying. It's almost maddening how much he reaches towards aspirations and dreams deemed impossible. It is his indomitable human spirit at work in all it's foolishness.

His eyes close at the moment his body stops attempting to move, a silent acceptance of his fate. A long moment of quietness passes before he feels a foreign and unfamiliar feeling, hands running through bloodied wet hair. That isn't entirely true. It is not unfamiliar. Once long ago he recalled the face of someone who seemed so far away, angelic even. The pure and untarnished love of a parental figure, running fingers through wild dirtied hair. Comforting him.

These two feels are overlayed upon each other. A softness from the past and a strangeness in the present. He does not fight it. For once he accepts his circumstances, and with that he finds peace.

@fableofaesop

#fableofaesop #v. weaponized wrath . jjk #//sorrrry this took so long.

[sp00kymulderr]

Cherry

Chapter one - Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

Series masterlist

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x ofc, bi!f!reader x ofc (eventual dieter bravo x reader x ofc)

Warnings: Nothing major for this part. Breakup angst, alcohol, jealousy, pining, cursing, not enough Dieter in this part sorrrry.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: After a bad breakup, a phone call with your newly married best friend leaves you with an interesting opportunity.

A/N: This one goes out to all my bi babes. There's a lot of set up here, but stick with me and I promise this story gets interesting real quick.

The third glass of the bottom shelf wine you’d picked up a few hours ago goes down a lot smoother than the first two. A bloom of flavour in your throat that warms what otherwise feels numb.

Your fingers twitch as you glance down at your phone, aching to look at Charlie’s Instagram one more time - just to make sure she’s okay, you rationalise. Make sure she’s not fallen into a well, or been abducted by aliens or something. 

You kind of hope she has been.

Stevie Nicks sings Landslide through the tinny Bluetooth speaker on your coffee table, and you hum to the song that makes tears well in your eyes. Charlie hates this song, but since Charlie is now your ex and all her belongings had vanished from your home this morning it doesn’t really matter. She’d hate the wine too. You have to remember it doesn’t matter.

An errant tear slips from your eye - definitely because of Stevie and not Charlie - and as if on cue your phone buzzes loudly making you jump. A splash of wine lands on your couch. This week really isn’t working out for you.

A look at the phone screen makes you roll your eyes. The photo that comes up with the call is of you and Eva, your best friend for longer than you can even recall. You’re both wrapped in each other's arms and smiling wide, stupid toothy grins as you pose outside the modelling agency in LA that had signed her on for her first big break.

Eva was destined to be a model, really. She’d always been ‘pretty’; all curves, warm beige skin that practically glowed, entrancing chestnut eyes and long dark hair that fell in natural waves. But in high school she’d transformed from pretty to gorgeous seemingly overnight. 

From that moment on no one ever forgot Eva.

She was more to you, though. To you she’d always been beautiful. Always. For a long time you’d passed the twist in your stomach when you looked at her for too long off as jealousy, but how could you ignore the stutter of your heart when she smiled at you a certain way? The more you two grew together, the more perfect she seemed to become. The more you wanted to look at her, spend time with her, be in her radiant presence. 

Not that her looks mattered. Eva was kind, fun and a little goofy. She liked stupid slapstick comedies and she crocheted silly little animals in her spare time. You had a frog on your dresser she’d made for you years ago. She cared deeply about so much, and she always fought for what she believed in and what she wanted. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone when she’d jetted off to LA several years ago to live her dreams out, then.

Of course no one is truly perfect, which is why you’re currently staring at your phone as it rings again and again, debating whether to pick up. Eva had always been drastically spontaneous and had a history of bad decisions. Usually harmless to anyone but her (the name of a one night stand permanently etched on her hip comes to mind), but two weeks ago she’d made what you could only see as the worst decision of her life.

You sigh, place down your wine glass and finally answer the phone.

“Hi Eva” you grumble down the line, turning the music off so you can hear her.

“You didn’t call me back last week” She offers instead of a greeting. You can hear something in the background that makes your eye twitch, a man’s voice and the clink of a glass.

You'd found out about this particularly bad decision not from your best friend, but from the noisy article on some dumb celebrity gossip website that had somehow made its way onto your timeline.

And you'd scoffed when you looked at the caption because of course Dieter Bravo had gotten married on a whim in some corny Vegas chapel, but then you had to do a double take upon seeing the picture of his bride; dolled up in a simple white dress that made her skin glow, platform white heels, dark hair in a bun atop her head and the same bright smile that had made your heart flip so many times in your life.

It was Eva.

Your Eva.

Eva the model who was leaving the chapel leading on to the Vegas strip with a wedding ring on her finger and Dieter fucking Bravo by her side. And they were smiling, laughing. Paparazzi shots of the two of them kissing in the street after the ceremony flitted behind your lids every time you closed your eyes for the last two weeks. 

You could only assume it was a drunken whim that had turned your best friend from your Eva to Mrs Dieter Bravo.

So you were mad at her right now. Mad that she’d married some trainwreck celebrity she barely knew. But the real gut wrenching pain you felt was that she hadn't even told you; you'd had to find out after the fact through stupid papped photographs that made you want to claw your eyes out. You weren’t jealous, absolutely not.. You just wanted Eva to be happy. How could she be happy with a guy like that? You had heard plenty about Dieter Bravo; he seemed to have often been the subject of some ridiculous Hollywood gossip in the past, and then there had been that god awful Cliff Beasts documentary you'd watched for a laugh that certainly didn’t paint him in a great light. Sure he was an Oscar and Emmy winning actor now but jeez, from what you’d seen he wasn't exactly what you'd call marriage material.

Yeah, you were hurt. 

"What? Say what you want to say” Eva sighs when you remain solidy quiet for a long minute.

"I don't have anything to say"

Her breath huffs down the line and you can practically hear her roll her eyes.

"You got married, Eva” You finally speak again, voice coming out quiet and more bitter than you’d wanted it to.

“I did, cherry” She responds. 

The nickname she’d given you in grade school was never going away.

“You got married! To fucking…to Dieter Bravo!” It makes you laugh a little to say it out loud, and Eva can’t hold back her own small giggle at that.

“Yep”

You can tell she’s smiling, there’s that cadence in her voice that lifts when she’s really happy. Usually it’s your favourite thing in the world but right now it makes you fucking ache. Reaching for your glass of wine you take a big gulp before speaking again.

“I just…you didn’t even tell me. I’d like to know if my oldest friend is getting hitched, you know?"

“I do know, I do…I-” She stops and there’s a rustle of noise on the line as she shifts, “I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, it just happened so suddenly…we didn’t exactly plan it. He made a joke about it and the next thing I knew we were on a flight to Vegas”  

So it really was a spontaneous decision. You couldn’t even pretend to be surprised.

"I could've....Eva, I wanted to be your maid of honour if you ever got married, isn't that what we always said?"

"You can be my maid of honour for the next one" Eva offers.

Ok, she got you there, you can’t stop the laugh that comes. At least until you hear a man's gruff laugh in the background. For a moment it makes you see red at the thought that he's involving himself in your conversation even in the smallest way.

"Ev. This isn't a joke. You get why I'm mad right? And to Dieter Bravo of all people - look, is this a PR stunt?" You mutter a little meanly, taking another sip.

“Wow, screw you” She retorts, but it’s playful. “He’s nice...really nice. He’s fun. You told me to have all the fun I could have in LA, remember?”

“You weren't supposed to marry the fun, Eva!” You protest, but her happiness in the face of the ridiculous situation makes it so difficult to stay mad at her.

"Wait til you meet him, cherry pie. Just wait, you’ll get it. And…I am sorry, okay?” The line is quiet for a moment and you hear her moving presumably to a different room “I really am. But I didn't call to tell you about my married bliss. I heard about Charlie"

God, your stomach twists in knots at the mention. Being mad at Eva had been a good distraction from the breakup even if only for a moment.

"Oh, right”

“You wanna talk about it?” Her voice is gentle now, sympathetic. You wish she could hug you like she used to when you were sad.

“I’m fine” You lie, “I mean I thought she'd be my... doesn't matter. I’m okay" Massive lie.

Eva says some comforting words that you barely register. 

You feel like you’re constantly standing at the edge of what your world could be. Maybe it’s why the marriage riled you up so much. You can’t pretend she doesn’t sound happy. And here you are broken up with again, alone again. Before she’d left to live her dreams, you’d had visions that maybe it’d be Eva you’d end up with. Maybe if you could just let yourself be fully real for once…Maybe she’d realise, and you could have been something bright and glowing and joyful too. 

A whole lot of maybes that meant nothing in the end. 

It’s just you now.

You zone back in to the call at the words ‘Bora Bora’ and ‘Don’t worry about the cost, cherry’

“Wait, what?” You stutter, trying to understand if you’re hearing her correctly

“Take a few weeks off, come with us. The hotel is paid for, we have one of those fancy bungalows. We’ll sort the flights. You need this and I miss you”

"I..." you hesitate nervously, biting your lip “I miss you too. But…”

Eva tsks at you, familiar with that tone even down a phone line.

"What are you going to do instead? Sit on your couch for three weeks and scroll her instagram for hours on end? I'm not letting you do that. Come on, cherry pie, we'll have so much fun. It'll be like old times" Eva gives as much enthusiasm as she can, but that hint of concern has notched in her throat. She knows you too well and she’s right.

"Like old times?" you huff  "Except it'll be me, you, and your husband"

"You'll like him, I promise"

The call ends with your promise to think about it.

And think about it you do. All night, all of the next day. It’s a stupid fucking offer for them to make. It’ll be so awkward. What if he’s a nightmare? What if she’s not the same with you now she’s got a ring on her finger? You should say no.

You should really say no.

Two weeks later, after a day of sitting too long with not enough leg room, the little Air Tahiti plane lands in Bora Bora.

Your legs shake as you step off the plane. It’s possible you’re still in shock that you even agreed to this. Your stomach knots with nerves, as your bags are unloaded and you head over to the arrival area to find-

There she is. Your breath hitches in your throat. Your heart beats faster. God, you really had missed her. It’s been months, and she’s still so her it makes everything suddenly feel okay.

“Cherry!” Eva squeals gleefully, dark glossy hair bouncing as she runs up to crush you into an insistent hug. You laugh, you can’t stop laughing as you hold on to her. 

Your Eva.

“Oh my god, I missed you” You feel like you might cry as she utters similar sentiments into your ear.

When she finally lets go and steps back you finally notice the man behind her. Not that Dieter Bravo would ever be easy to ignore. 

He's what you'd expected; The mess of brown hair sticking this way and that, the too casual clothes, scruffy facial hair. But he’s also…well he’s gorgeous, not Hollywood good-looking like the waxwork movie stars in all those big action films. You’ve seen his face before on screens and in pictures and yet you’ve never fully understood that this man is pretty, he’s different. He’s enthralling, even just at first glance. 

Dieter tilts his head so you can catch his big brown eyes beneath the sunglasses he’s wearing and you have to stop yourself staring too hard. He’s what you expect, but he takes you by surprise too. He raises his left hand to scratch at his chin, a glint of the rings on his fingers catching your eye as you observe him before stepping forward with a friendly smile which he returns with a wry one of his own.

“You must be-” You start before he cuts you off.

“The fun, yeah” Dieter pushes his sunglasses down his nose and gives you a wink, followed by a grin before he turns towards Eva.

Your stomach flips, a twinge of jealousy as he takes hold of her hand and they share a glance at each other. You’re still processing the interaction with him but it’s impossible to ignore the way Dieter's face lights up when he looks to her - a brilliantly bright but bashful smile like he can't believe she's there, his eyes snapping up to meet hers like it's the first time seeing her.

Like he's desperately in love with her.

At least the two of you have something in common.

Tagging those who asked and those I think might be interested (pls tell me to remove if you want!):

@morallyinept @tightjeansjavi @covetyou @i-own-loki @bastardmandennis @tinytinymenace @chronically-ghosted @party-hearses @perotovar @schnarfer @5oh5

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x you #pedro pascal character fiction #pedrostories #poly relationship #this is so dialogue heavy I apologise but there was a lot to set up I hope it's not too boring!

[oscillating-fan-whore3]

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☆open to an4 buddies tho :3

☆ngl a lot of posts about the state of my stomach (she hasn't been okay in years <3)

☆asks are welcome and encouraged (just don't be a bitch)

☆DMs are open but so is my right to block <3<3

☆I do occasionally post something NSFW adjacent abt my experiences in life (becuz I'm a horny teen with a partner get it together people) please keep in mind that I am still a MINOR and all of those posts have an 18+ DNI. 18+ are welcome to interact with every other post, but it's weird and uncomfortable on those kinds of posts. Me posting NSFW adjacent stuff is NOT an excuse to sexually harass me, especially if you are an adult.

[Stats]

Height: 5'5"

SW: >175 lbs

HW: >175 lbs

LW: 128 lbs (probs less let's be honest)

CW: 134 lbs (kill me)

UGW: 90 lbs (40 kg)

Bodyfat Percentage: 23.4% (fitness)

BMI: 22.3 (Healthy)

[Current goals]

☆<115 lbs by the 25th of April (Musical trip <3)

☆UGW by summer (obvi)

☆^ if not, then ugw by the time the county fair rolls around

☆111 lbs by May (officially underweight for my BMI [18])

[I AM SILLY!!!!!!!!!!!]

#ana bllog #i want to ⭐️ve #@n0r3xia #tw ed diet #ed no sheeran #thinspø #ana trigger #ed not sheeren #4n0r3xia #⭐️ving #tw s3lf harm #s3lf harn #s3lf mutilation #s3lfharmm #@nor3×14 #ftm ed #skin&bones #skin&🩻 #skin&bonesfightback #skin&🦴

[xenasaur]

mercy im sorrrry, I spent so long thinking about if I wanted to fuck you or wanted you to fuck me that I was blind to the "both" button, I literally stared at the poll for 10 minutes thinking so idk how I fucked that up and accidentally voted for you fucking me when I really really want both!!

how could you betray me like this!? (joking/teasing ofc)

#ask xenasaur

[bubbly-minx]

Idia Shroud x GN Reader (NSFW)

MINORS DNI

CW: Msub Idia, Dom GN reader, cockwarming, slight edging, overstimulation, unprotected diddling ig?, implied established relationship, hand job, slight crying (but from the overstimulation). Slight non-con at the end? idk if it would classify but just in case, and kissing :)

You were playing a game, trying to go up the ranks but to no avail. It seemed the gaming gods were giving you one bad team after another and you were beginning to get frustrated. Idia was watching as well, hoping to cheer you on or help you make some quick decisions but at some point his encouragement turned into nagging.

“Come on how did you miss that?!”

“You’re worse than the lower rank noobs in your team!”

“You shouldn’t have made that move. Now you’ve wasted something you could have used later to help the rest of your team!”

After what had to be your 8th loss in a row, you’d had enough of his irritating complaints. You put your controller down and looked him in his eyes. “I’ve had enough of your whining, come here”

You huffed as you put more force down your hips. “Stop squirming and whining” you said. “It’s hard to focus when you’re distracting me so much”. Meekly, the boy beneath you panted out apologies into your ear, ticking you with his hot breath. “I’m sorrrry I’m sorry pleaseee-” “Shh! I need to focus!” You circled your hips, cutting idia off as a muffled cry emitted from Idia as he bit his bottom lip in an effort to not be reprimanded again for his noise. Your insides were hot, and you were pretty sure half of the fluids that were dripping out all over your thighs and his pants were his. You ignored your body’s screaming desire to move, and instead stayed as still as possible, feeling idia’s cock throbbing inside of you. You smiled with glee when you thought about just how much Idia must be restraining himself from thrusting into you. You pulled your attention back to your screen, ignoring Idia’s quiet moans and whimpers as he grabbed onto your waist tightly. You fingers were moving fast as you were trying your best to break your losing streak. You were already 20 minutes into this round and you sure as hell were not planning to lose again. With your attention so glued to your game, you failed to realize the louder whines emitting from your boyfriend, and how his cock was starting to ease out as you got closer and closer to the screen...

Just as you were about to hit your last enemy, you were roughly pushed as Idia greedily thrust up to meet the hilt of his dick to your plush bottom. You nearly lose balance and instead push back onto him in order to avoid crashing straight into the expensive monitors in front of you. Your mistake earns you a loud moan from the pitiful blue haired boy beneath you as he closes his eyes in bliss. You felt a gush of heat hit inside you and you tense up, folding in on yourself as you felt his cum starting to drip out. you remembered your game, and snapped your head back to see if you had won. Much to your disappointment, you had turned your head back to the screen just in time for defeat to flash in front of your face. You tossed the controller onto the bed at a loss and groaned. You got up, taking yourself off of Idia. “huh?” Idia clung to your arm as he tried to drag you back. “More, more, don’t go please don’t go” he slurred out. Pouting, you pointed at the defeat screen. “You made me lose again!” “I’m sorry I’ll win for you next round, just please i’ll do anything don’t leave” Your boyfriend was pulling harder on your sleeves, stretching it out, desperately trying his best to drag you back to him. It was almost cute to see him like this, knowing full well that he was much stronger than you and could have dragged you right back onto him if he really wanted. You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt for leaving him on edge for so long when looking down to see that his cock was still hard after coming.

With a sigh, you wordlessly moved back onto the bed and lightly traced your fingers down his shaft. Idia let out a strained sigh of relief with mumbled thank yous running out of his mouth as he leaned back to enjoy your hand. His usual pale face was flushed and his eyes were closed. His blue lips were parted as he panted and let out lewd moans.  You pumped up and down slowly, watching his hips jolt up to meet your hand. “F-faster, go faster it feels so good ungh! Your hand feels so good around my cock please” you complied, moving your hand faster around him and kissing his face. “You’re so cute Idia” you say with a chuckle. His already red face turns impossibly more red as he hears your words and he covers his face with his hands to avoid looking at you out embarrassment. “Don’t- angh, don’t say that” You ignored his words and only picked up your pace. You scooted closer to him, whispering into his ear. “You’re so cute, don’t cover your face I want to see what you look like when you come baby. Come on, cum for me, I know you can do it. Your dick is so hard Idia, don’t try and hide it. I know you wanna cum. Your dick is twitching in my hand right now” Your hand continued to move faster, and idia uncovered his face, instead grabbing onto your arm for support. “Ahn, wait wait ple- I’m gonna come I’m gonna come nnnghh~ coming, coming hgnh

You watched as Idia’s back arched while cum shot out of his cock, staining his pants, shirt, and your hands. He eventually relaxed, panting heavily with a dazed look in his eyes. “Thank you, thank yo-” before he could finish, your hand was moving along his length again, and Idia began to jerk against your hand, trying to avoid contact with it. He whined as he repeatedly told you that he just came, gripping onto your arm harder as he tried to get you to stop. “No wait, I’m still sensitive! haaa, i just came you need to give me a break” His whole body was shaking, trying to cope with the sheer amount of pleasure flooding his systems. His moans were loud, and you were sure someone would be able to hear him from outside the door room if they walked by. With your free hand, you covered his mouth, telling him to shush and you rubbed your thumb against his tip, causing Idia to only get louder. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes and be continued to blabber loudly behind your hand with nonsensical pleas for mercy. Idia didn’t last long before cumming again: his eyes rolled back with his mouth open in a silent orgasm. 

You take your hand off his mouth and his dick, licking the excess cum covering your hand while looking at the mess of your boyfriend beneath you. He glanced over at you licking everything off before quickly looking away. His chest heaved up and down while his body twitched in the afterglow of his orgasms. He eventually turned back to face you before smiling. 

“You were playing on my account by the way” 

#idia #idia shroud #twst #twisted wonderland #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia smut #idia shroud smut #twisted wonderland idia shroud

[moondust-imagines]

Ink Pt.3 (Christian Cage x Reader)

Part One Here

Part Two here

This is so short I’m sorrrry

“Why can’t you just be happy for me Christian?! This is huge for me, for my career!” You shouted exasperatedly. You could see him biting his tongue, mulling over how to respond to you.

When you told him you were finally getting a ladder match for the women’s title, you thought he was going to be ecstatic. You thought you’d spend the rest of the night together going over what you wanted to do in the match. But here you were, mid screaming match, because he didn’t want you to do it.

“It’s the match I’m known for y/n! I know how dangerous they are, I don’t want you to get hurt!” He replied loudly. You laughed humorously, your frustration rising even more.

“Dangerous?! I’m a god damn professional, I don’t need you to decide for me what’s too dangerous!” You screamed

“Take it from a real professional sweetheart, your going to get yourself hurt” He spat. You tried to hide the hurt in your eyes but the tears started falling regardless. He silently watched you for a minute, quickly regretting his words but too proud to take them back.

“Go fuck yourself ” You scoffed storming out of the room.

You hadn’t seen him for a very long time after that spat. His stuff had quickly and quietly disappeared from your home. His key was left on the kitchen table. He all but vanished out of your life for the next few years. He wasn’t even there for the match you were arguing about, when you got the back injury that ended your career. Just like he said it would.

-

Christian still thinks about your last match sometimes. He had watched from backstage with his heart in his throat as you fell awkwardly off that ladder. It felt like his whole body was on fire when you didn’t move but he couldn’t make himself go to you. A part of him was screaming at him to follow your stretcher, to make everything right between you. But he couldn’t. His cynical mind knew that he was right, he told you this would happen. So he watched from a far as Adam accompanied you to the hospital where you found out your career was over.

-

AEW Collision 2024

You weren’t intentionally watching Nick from down the hallway. He was struggling to tie his tie with no success. Mother Wayne was no where to be seen, neither was his new ‘father’. As he angrily pulled it apart again, you finally took pity on him.

“Here, let me help” You said gently. He gawked at you for a second like he hadn’t even realised you were there before dropping his hands to his sides.

You quietly tied it for him and smoothed it against his chest. The suit and tie look seemed a little out of his comfort zone. You imagined it was one of Christian’s ideas.

“Thanks. I don’t really wear stuff like this” He mumbled. His eyes kept flicking to the tattoo on your shoulder, only half covered by the strap of your tank top.

“Well, first time for everything” You chuckled.

“What are you doing?” Shayna’s shrill voice called down the hallway.

She was following Christian storming down the hallway. You were already on the back foot, ready to disappear back down the hallway and away from whatever trouble was brewing here.

“No Mom she was just-“ Nick tried to explain

“Look at my boy, so handsome in his suit” She practically squealed.

Christian didn’t pay any attention to them, his eyes fixed on you. You gave him a half smile before slinking away. What you didn’t know was that he had watched your whole interaction with Nick. It made his heart ache, to see you being so gentle with someone he saw as his own blood.

But then you were gone again and all he wanted was to chase after you. Again.

#aew imagine #christian cage x reader #christian cage imagine #ink

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

Thinking about a disjointed mishanks 70s origin AU with a little bit of dad!mihawk/dad!shanks thrown in. None of this is coherent so sorrrry in advance. It all takes place in california near hollywood. Shanks is a not-quite-hippy and drives a beautiful red Cadillac (think Chuck Berry's red cadillac) he also owns a a beat up red yatch. Roger and Rayleigh were beatniks and raised Shanks and Buggy that way. ergo, Shanks being a hippy-but-not-quite. Buggy being a theater nerd. the one piece is Roger's collection of super old and super valuable antiques he'd collected in his heyday traveling the world. (traveling the world here means smuggling and various illicit methods of obtaining merchandise) some might even be magical. Roger had cancer or such and so allowed his old friend police chief Garp's underlings to kill him before things progressed. Shanks became a freelance thief like Roger after this. Roger arranges to get caught in a breaking and entering up in good old BH. The ensuing standoff that ends in Roger's death draws the crowds that Mihawk and Shanks see each other for the first time in. Weeks later Shanks is at the premiere of some film trying to take his mind off things and recognizes the leading actor as Mihawk. he sneaks backstage, almost gets stabbed by Mihawk as he sneaks around trying to see Mihawk and the rest is history. Mihawk was the child of two old-school movie stars and was raised up in the old-school mansion he still owns. He's also a child-star turned movie-star. known as an adult for his peerless acting in many pretentious artful history films in which he always plays a foreign swordsman. due to the constant training with swords for movie purposes he actually knows how swordfight for real. he rides a Harley Davidson in the present and keeps a black switchblade on him at all times. there's a prop sword called Yoru that hangs on the mantel back at the mansion, meant for decoration, but only Mihawk knows that it's a real sword.

At some point in his early career Mihawk gets into a contract to make guest appearances in a long running crime/mafia show called the Seven Warlords, playing a reclusive Warlord. He also gets 'close' with the other actors who play the rest of the titular Warlords. Mihawk has his career and is often overseas to film and Shanks is religiously smuggling contraband in his trusty yatch up and down the coast and making friends and connections up and down it as well, (and eventually becoming a backdoor supplier in hollywood) but they make it work for two decades and still going strong. Mihawk is one of the industry's most wanted bachelors because of it. Shanks is still thieving well into middle age, trying to add to Roger's collection. the collection that no one has any idea where it went to and everyone wants to try and get their hands on. Roger hid it really well before he died. On one of these little trips of his Shanks decided to lay low down the coast and met little Luffy there. He simply doesn't shut up about him to Mihawk when he gets back. Garp brings Luffy up with him some years later, Luffy runs away to make his name in hollywood/find Roger's famed collection and meets a stuntman named Zoro and a indie actress named Nami. Things progress. Mihawk encounters Luffy and his friends at a function, starts an argument over swordfighting with the stuntman Luffy brought with him. It doesn't end well. But Luffy makes a name for himself with startling rapidity, and Mihawk takes a trip down the coast to show Shanks his movie poster and get drunk with him on pismo beach. Things progress more and sometime later Mihawk finds himself agreeing to mentor two promising young people in the industry, one the stuntman he humiliated at that function and the other a young actress named Perona, who has a cult following after work in some dinky little psychological-horror flick. And so on and so forth. They all have fun.

#one piece #op #opla #dracule mihawk #akagami no shanks #hawkeye mihawk #red haired shanks #mihawk one piece #shanks one piece #mishanks #mihawk x shanks #op marines

[freedomfireflies]

Hiiihello 👋. Finally caught up on insufferable you, and let me just say…. I’m obsessed with this fic concept. You so beautifully allow each character to explore their place in the dynamic, and the tension that we’re seeing at the moment is so natural as they adjust (or struggle to adjust, in some cases) to the new dynamic. Like in some ways, I’m actually so grateful that Rebecca and H are settled into this 5 year relationship, because I think there would be so much more unease if everything new with Kitten was compounded by Rebecca and H still figuring out their own thing. Instead, we have Rebecca who is an absolute LEGEND. So warmly inviting Kitten into the dynamic, sort of guiding the way with teasing H about the intimate moments, revealing how their relationship works. Honestly Rebecca is top tier and they’re both lucky to have her!

And of course, it is so natural for Kitten to be jealous and nervous and settling in. She’s been monogamous for her prior relationships, and suddenly there’s someone else spending time with her crush/ partner. It broke my heart a little when she was trying to rush off the phone at the beginning because H was with Rebecca and has plans, even when she apologised for calling so early. Almost as if she only “has him” when he’s in her space or physically with him, whereas H was trying to take care of his girl and show her all of the other ways he could be hers even when es not there. I just thing that moment was so responsible of him, both the checking in post scene but also trying to care for her as she struggles to adapt to this newness.

And of course, the jealousyyyy. I’m glad H can admit it was hypocritical for him not to want her to call Ethan when he has Rebecca, but we have to remember this is new to him as well. We know he has shared Rebecca with other relationships previously, but so soon after they got together? Maybe not. And maybe (we hope) he’s feeling maybe some new things for Kitten which makes his struggle a little harder. I mean, we know I love a bit of angst and I see that coming sooooon if this Ethan bit does come in. In this chapter, H literally said he knew Kitten didn’t have any other plans because she tells him so much, and so what about when he asks to meet up and she says he can’t because she actually has plans?! And he’ll realise what she means and it will be a whole “oh…oh” moment. I will be HOWLING. And I can see him sulkily being like “can we do something Tuesday or is that Ethan’s night too?”. This man is about to get jealous on a whole new level. And maybe a bit petty as well, if he doesn’t agree with Ethan’s date choices (“he brought you to a horror film? As if, you hate those things. Here, why don’t we go see X film to make up for his horrible taste?”).

Lastly I just want to say that I have seen the other asks who were not comfortable with this dynamic and I think you had very respectful responses back. It’s true that this dynamic will not be for everyone, but that is why authors notes and warning tags exist. I personally am not so into fantasy themes, so when I see an author posting a new fantasy fic, I just done read it. I have no doubts the writing is excellent, I just know personally it won’t be for me. So I do hope you continue to write this fic, as myself and others are so invested to see what happens next. As I said up top, you’ve given each character their time to explore the dynamic and I think that’s a beautiful thing.

Sorrrry this is ridiculously long, I just had ✨thoughts✨. What was your favourite line from this chapter?

No because you don't understand, I just sat here staring at my phone with tears pouring down my cheeks over this because this is so incredibly sweet and kind and MY HEART IS GOING TO BURST???

Thank you so much for reading and for taking the time to say such wonderfully kind and crazy insightful things!!!! ALSO BC "Or is that Ethan's night, too?" THE WAY I FUCKING HOWLED OH MY GOD can I please steal this bc now I need him to be that bitter alsfjdf

I cannot thank you enough for reading and sending this, like I literally feel SPEECHLESS right now?? You have no idea, I'm actually going to think about this all week??? You absolutely got everything I was hoping would convey in the story and I'm 🥹

THIS IS SUCH A FUN AND GOOD QUESTION ILY!! Honestly......I don't remember any of the lines anymore so I had to go look HAHAH but!! I think I'd have to say, "If I don’t put a bit of distance between us…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to breathe on my own.” because I feel like it perfectly explains her reasoning and her feelings in this part! She's scared by how much she's starting to care for him and she knows this dynamic isn't sustainable when he doesn't feel the same way!

BUT ALSO ALL THE FUNNY ONES WHERE SHE SAYS SHE PREFERS HIM HARD ALSO HAD ME LAUGHING AT MY OWN JOKES AT LIKE 2 IN THE MORNING SO MAYBE THAT TOO HAHA

Thank you again so much for this, I'm.....still at a loss for words and I appreciate this more than you know!!!

#stillclumsywithlove93 #infinite you ask

[littlelovelyspiderling]

i’m guessing you’re not on here as much lately, but i thought i’d let you know that i reread your johnny/peter fic at least once a week. i hope you post more of it sometime soon because it’s so good and your writing is incredible. hope you’re doing well :)

IM SORRRRY i know i've been gone sooo long, i have a bad habit of not looking at this blog until i'm about to post my next chapter cuz i just want to get it done and out there before doing anything else 😫 also i've gone thru so many major life changes (all good but time-consuming!) that have gotten in the way of writing

this last chapter has taken me a hot hot minute to get thru but stay tuned friends, doing final edits now & it should be out either today or tomorrow 👀🤞

#asks #kind reader friends #writing stuff #anon #bare with me people #& thank you for your patience #hugs & kisses

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

whens the next helpless chapter? im going to go insane without knowing xx

Sorrrry it should be out in the next couple of days now that I have a break from school, really sorry about not posting for like two weeks. Also it depends on how long it tales me to think of another nine questions 💀.

Xx

- Siri

[ghoultrifle]

Trifle ❤ some questions for you

💉, 🍋 & 🌝

hi ash !! thank you for the questions :))

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings

i don't !! literally nothing. i would love to get tattoos but i get anxious about placing stickers, i cannot imagine the fear of deciding where (and what) to permanently put a tattoo :0

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write

i don't read much (and that unfortunately includes long-form fic i'm sorrrry) i will say if i'm in the mood, i love a good hurt/no comfort (suspended reality my beloved) !! i watch almost exclusively comedies and/or gay shows so, that i guess :)) and i love writing smut. specifically with trans people in it because it's the representation i so sorely need :')

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone

oooo i would say parks and rec !! it's just a banger and so fucking funny sakjdfhkjdf (ben wyatt can have me any way he wants)

#trifle answers #trifles life #ash <3

[cliquestitsandicks]

Ok but a short film about a BLACK ON BLACK lesbian couple who was going to attend the family reunion together, but one of them dies a few months prior, aneurysm or something (hear me out). And she wasn’t “out” to her family. She wasn’t exactly in either though. They just never talked about it and never had to because she lived hundreds of miles away and saw them maybe once a year.

Her girlfriend doesn’t really know how to navigate it all. And when we see her it’s always like she’s a bit distracted, like something else always has her attention. You don’t see her give in to the grief fully, just a few tears here and there before she’s off again doing something we can’t see off camera. She doesn’t have many numbers for the family of her girlfriend, but she calls the one she does have to let them know. They insist on taking care of the funeral arrangements. She doesn’t care about that though. She knows it doesn’t really matter. It’s a body in a hole in the ground, not the person, the spirit, she’d loved for so many years. She mourns with her own family as well as their found family and friends, but when she goes to the funeral, she just kinda sits on the end of third row, behind the parents & siblings on the first, aunts & uncles on the second, staring off into space because it’s all so surreal. They know she was important to her, just not how important. Well..except for one.

He’s the black sheep brother the parents are ashamed of for some dumbass reason. He arrives to the funeral late, smelling like a 8th and febreze, but freshly shaved and lined up with his best black button up, dry-cleaned slacks, patented leather shoes, and a black coat. It’s 90 degrees outside in this peninsula we call Florida. So the coat is out of respect. He doesn’t do suits, and fuck a tie, but this is Sis. He swags in walking to the front with all the “I dare somebody to say something” attitude he can muster and immediately spots her and where she’s seated versus where she should be. He stops and squats next to her countenance softened he gently grabs her hands and whispers “Trish?”. Travis. Her twin. “I’m so sorry.” He says the next part with a lump in his throat, “you don’t belong back here.” Then he stands up, pulling her up with him and wraps her in a tight embrace that reminds her so much of her girlfriend, floods her with so many memories, that she falls apart.

They pretty much stick by each other’s side at the afterparty (BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT A REPAST IS, FIGHT ME), the black sheep and the question mark - a pair of uncomfortable conversations in the flesh. Somehow the family reunion becomes a topic and she hears someone say “damn shame. She was coming this year for the first time in how long?” “Yeah and bought 2 tickets for the cruise”. She feels eyes on her, but still none come to express their condolences. She swears she feels Tracy’s touch before she hears Travis’s whisper “you good?” She squeezes his hand. They go.

She returns home and tries to resume life with a massive void. We see flashbacks of their sweet love story that ends with her curled up in their california king bed silently sniffling while the email with their cruise confirmation sits on the end table under Tracy’s favorite watch. The bed is way too big for just the two of them. Then we hear a knock on the door and it creaks open. She looks up, smiles through her tears “I didn’t say come in”. “Sorrrry”, a little girl about 4 peeps in, “can we sleep with you, mama?” Her brother, identical in every way but gender sticks his head in too, “pweease?” She pretends to really contemplate it, “just for tonight ok, then back to your own beds”. They trot in gleefully — him with a stuffed Simba, her with a stuffed Okoye. They climb in bed in front of her. The last image we see is where Tracy used to be on the other side of them, holding her wife’s hand (they’d made it official 6 months ago, on the little twins’ birthday).

#queer fiction #wlw fiction #black lesbian fiction