#I’m just a girl with a hyperfixation and a dream

[twoheadedcalfsanctuary]

DNDADS ASTRO HEADCANNONS PART ONE

Glenn Close- TAURUS SUN

preoccupied with sensation/tangible pleasures like food, sex, drugs, I feel like music could even be part of this even though it’s not tangible it’s still a sensory experience. Aesthetic informs meaning. More likely to blame circumstance than self.

stubborn. stands up for himself and his friends and accomplishes the impossible through sheer force of will! But,,, also sticks with bad situations, people, and thought patterns/behaviors long past harm is done.

venusian. inclined towards the arts, and has very specific tastes. romantic. as sort of a beautiful reframing of the stubbornness, taurus’ coloring of the Venusian energy is so devoted compared to flirty/flighty libra-He still considers himself married long after his wife is gone and still wears his wedding ring.

Darryl Wilson- SCORPIO SUN

allergic to vulnerability (but expects it from the people around him)

once those emotions are uncorked though, they are INTENSE

fitting for a barbarian to be ruled by mars, the planet of ACTION and RAGE

Scorpio is the sister sign to taurus and is said to be just as devoted!

I’ve also heard it said before that scorpio is just cancer in a leather jacket- I feel like that really fits the parallels Darryl has with Grant, who I’d list as a Cancer sun, because they’re similarly guarded, but Darryl is still this intimidating figure to Grant and it kind of accounts for that added angle of how well either of them are able to adhere to traditional masculine standards and how that effects the way Grant sees Darryl.

Henry Oak-Garcia- canonically a GEMINI SUN if I remember correctly!

genuine love for exchange of information and ideas combined with a love of hearing himself talk and being seen as intellectual makes for a lot of ideological rambling

friendly and sociable!

air sign emphasis on communication.

Mutable energy that can mean struggling a lot with identity and dissonance-conscious morals needing to be abandoned under disparate circumstances, repression and disowning of how he was raised and where he comes from, and sometimes just a straight up inaccurate perception of self (presenting as laid back, and occasionally believing it himself despite being very high strung. The points when self hatred and/or sense of moral righteousness clouds his ability to be as nonjudgmental as he says he is)

Ron Stampler- PISCES SUN

head in the clouds

sensitive

ruled by neptune, planet of dreams and illusion- homie has symbolically significant dreams and is sliiightly less tethered to reality than most hahshshhshsb

and CANCER MOON!

empathetic

relates to others by sharing personal experience, attempts to show evidence of understanding

insecure, defensive

Vibes of a cartoon character. Those “Drake the type guy…” memes also apply to him

CAPRICORN RISING

very important to him that he is taken seriously, particularly in his career and fatherhood, two things frequently attributed to the archetypal capricorn

Played by Beth May, real life capricorn

With his rising opposing moon, the way he thinks/makes decisions/internally reacts to things makes it difficult for him to actually be taken seriously. This fella is deeply silly In a tragical way

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[ellecdc]

can i request angst with sirius 🥲 like where reader finds out he only dated her for a bet 🧍‍♀️my hyperfixation on this trope is sickening and i hope to hear mother elle’s take on this 🙏🩷

ughhhhh I think maybe you guys hate me??? what's with the angst, my loves? why are we doing this to me? Listen: I wrote your Sirius Black dating reader for a bet..............but I made it a miscommunication trope/hurt-comfort I'M SORRY I COULDN'T DO IT. I get angst, truly, but I didn't want Sirius to actually be mean to us 😢 hope this works for you 🫶

Sirius Black x fem!reader CW: perceived bullying, miscommunication trope, hurt/comfort

Sirius Black was many things. He was a wizard, he was an animagus, he was a disinherited heir to a Pureblood family, he was a Gryffindor, he was a flirt and a friend.

One thing Sirius Black was not was a coward.

“Then go ask her out.” Peter said plainly.

Sirius scoffed. “I will do no such thing.”

“Why not?” Remus asked with a smirk. “You like her, you can’t stop staring at her, and you find every excuse in the book to be in her vicinity other than ask her out.”

“I don’t understand what your hang up is.” James added. “You’ve never had a problem asking girls out before.”

“I don’t have any hang up’s, Prongsie. I’ve never had and still don’t have a problem asking girls out.”

“Good.” Remus jumped in quickly. “So go ask her out.”

“No.” Sirius said petulantly. 

Peter’s expression grew into a mischievous smirk as he shared a knowing look with his two other friends. “Let’s make a bet then.”

This caught Sirius’ attention. “I’m listening.”

“If you don’t ask Y/N out on a date, you have to do my Astronomy homework for two weeks.” Peter offered.

Sirius scoffed. “I fail to see how this bet benefit’s me at all.”

“Well, ignoring the fact that you’d have a date with the girl of your dreams; if you do ask her out, I will do your Ancient Runes homework for two weeks.” Peter bargained.

Well…Sirius couldn’t deny that those stakes were pretty beneficial to him. 

And he could really use the help in Ancient Runes.

“Petey, my boy. You’ve got yourself a deal.” He proclaimed with a smirk as he marched his way across the library to where you were sitting. 

But by the time he got over to you…all words left his brain.

Why was this so difficult for him? He had a reputation as Hogwarts' Ladies Man. You were a lady – why couldn’t he talk to you!?

“Hello Sirius.” You greeted him warmly, putting the dumb sod out of his misery.

“Uhm, er, hi Y/N!” He returned awkwardly, grimacing at the delivery himself. You had the good graces just to smile at him, though. Gods he was a goner.

He heard snickering behind him from his friends and your eyes nervously darted over to the group.

“Uhm, was…was there something I could help you with?” You asked nervously, eyes moving between Sirius and his friends as you played nervously with the quill in your hands. 

“Uhm, no. Well, yes actually, you see…I was wondering if perhaps you might want to maybe go to Hogsmeade with me, at some point. No pressure though…” He rambled, trailing off awkwardly and grimacing once again. 

You chuckled nervously, but kept your eyes locked on his friends.

“Sirius, is…is this a prank?”

Sirius felt all colour drain from his face. 

Oh gods. Between his awkwardness and his friends all giggling like schoolgirls behind him paired with the fact they are known for their mischief, you thought he was pranking you!?

“Oh gods. Y/N, no! No, ugh, I’ve really mucked this up.” He groaned as he slumped down into a chair beside you. “It’s just…the wankers” he said, motioning to said wankers behind him, “know I’ve been uncharacteristically nervous about asking you out for a while now. They’re just having a go at me.” 

“Sirius Black? Nervous? To ask me out?” You scoffed. “Do you take me as a fool, Black?”

“No! No, Merlin, please, believe me – one date, okay? One date to prove I’m not the tosser I apparently look like right now.” He begged. Begged! Sirius Black had been diminished to begging. 

He was never going to live this down.

You narrowed your eyes and surveyed Sirius’ form whilst Sirius fought the urge to shield himself from your piercing gaze. Your eyes flit over to his friends before decision seemed to paint your features.

“Fine.” You said, “one date at Hogsmeade, this weekend.”

The way you were speaking made it sound like a formal business transaction, but Sirius beamed at you feeling slightly bolder in the face of (reluctant) agreement on your part, standing from his chair.

“You won’t regret it! I’ll meet you in the courtyard, Saturday morning – 10 am!” He called as he walked backwards towards his friends, only stumbling into one stray chair on his way.

Sirius could tell you were fighting the urge to smile or laugh, and even though you would have been laughing at him, it still felt like a win in his books. 

The Hogsmeade date was a success. In fact, you had to admit it was one of the best dates you’ve ever been on. You had been friendly enough with Sirius from your shared classes and such – but your interactions had never exceeded as much as a polite “hello” from either party. You always figured that was for the best – considering those who found themselves to be too familiar with the Marauders were often victims of their many pranks. 

You only knew the Sirius Black that the rest of the school knew:

Mischief maker, Gryffindor, quidditch beater, flirt, a player, and anti-all-the-things-that-his-family-stood-for. Some of those things were bad, whilst others were good. But you had no idea that this Sirius Black existed.

The Sirius Black that was an amazing listener, who held doors open and pulled chairs out for you, who made you feel as though every word coming out of your mouth was the most fascinating thing he ever heard, who could make you laugh until your stomach hurt, who seemed to be able to fill any lull in the conversation with ease. 

You hated to admit it, but…you sort of liked this Sirius Black. 

After a nice day of window shopping, actual shopping, butterbeer’s and scenic strolls through the picturesque town, you made your way back to Hogwarts. Sirius bid you farewell by kissing your knuckles (you actually think you might have swooned a little bit) and asked if you’d be so inclined to make this a “regular thing.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” You tried to say noncommittally, though you were sure the grin on your face gave away your enthusiasm. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” He asked as he walked backwards towards his friends, face turning a little shy.

You couldn’t help but take the piss for it. “We live in the same castle, Black. I’m sure you’ll see me tomorrow.”

“Cheeky minx.” He called back, though his face remained soft as he shot a wink at you before turning towards his friends.

You started to head towards the castle but watched as Remus pat him on the back and James’ cheered at his friend’s reunion. 

Before you got too far away, you overheard a part of their conversation. Remus asked if he had enjoyed himself, James asked if the two of you were going to do it again, but it was what you heard Peter say that made your heart drop to your stomach.

“So? Was the bet worth it, did you have a nice time?”

A bet…had a nice time, because of a bet?

He made a bet…he asked you out…because of a bet.

Stupid, stupid girl.

You knew better.

You felt sick, you felt foolish, you felt betrayed.

He really was a player; he really was a flirt. He made you feel so special today, and it was all just an act? 

How could you be so naïve?

How could you have believed his whole “I’ve been so nervous to ask you out” bit. You’ve seen him at parties – you’ve seen him with other girls.

You were such an idiot. 

Sirius had really enjoyed himself yesterday. He had to continuously wipe his hands on his jeans as they were clammy with nerves all day, but generally he felt he handled himself okay. 

At least, as good as could be considering he’d completely lost the ability to keep his fucking cool around a pretty girl. 

So, maybe he hadn’t been as smooth as he normally was. But he didn’t think he’d been so bad as to have elicited this reaction from you.

You barely spared him a glance as you marched past him in the Great Hall the following morning, shouldering him as you headed to sit with your friends.

You…you had enjoyed yourself yesterday, right? When the two of you parted, you’d actually expressed interest in seeing him again.

So, why were you ignoring him?

He figured perhaps you just hadn’t noticed him or mistaken him for someone else or some other such thing as he took his place at the Gryffindor table, but not before he spared one more glance at you. 

You looked painfully dejected and one of your friends placed a comforting hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles. She was also glaring at Sirius.

What had he done? 

He had gotten up to go over and ask you, but if he thought he had been intimidated to talk to you before – his intimidation was increased ten-fold at the withering glares your friends all cast at him.

He’d just have to find a chance to chat with you alone.

That chance never came, however, as you seemed to have an entourage escorting you to all of your classes that Monday.

But by the following evening, he couldn’t take it anymore – wouldn’t take it anymore. He’d had a nice time, dammit! And he wanted to enjoy time with you again!

“Are you lost, Black?” One of your friends goaded him as he approached your table in the library. He sucked in a steadying breath as he focused his sights on you. You, who sat unbelievably tense but still never lifted your head from your quill and notebook.

“Y/N? Could we talk for a moment?” He asked quietly.

“No.” Another friend answered for you.

As politely as he could – which was becoming increasingly difficult due to his frayed nerves – he addressed your friend. “With all due respect, Bones, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“No, you were talking to Y/N, right? Why? Did your friends make another bet with you?” She sneered.

Sirius felt his heart fall out of his arse.

He scoffed in disbelief. “You…you mean Pete’s bet?”

You laughed humourlessly and threw your quill down in front of you. “Why? Was there more than one bet, Black?” You spat, finally turning to face him. He was horrified to see your eyes were red and glassy – you were close to crying. 

“No! No, Circe, I-”

“Oh good,” your friend said sarcastically, “there was only one bet. Guess that’s not so bad then.”

“Y/N, please, you have to listen I-”

“Whoa, what’s going on here?” James said as he moved towards Sirius, apparently only having just arrived in the library. Sirius was sort of horrified to notice that some of the surrounding students had turned in their chairs to witness the ultimate downfall of Sirius Black.

That’s right - fuck being formally and officially disowned by his family – this was the undoing of Sirius Orion Black.

“What’s going on is Y/N found out about your lot’s stupid bet.” Your friend announced. Sirius could feel James’ confused face beside him, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from your face as he watched a single tear roll down your cheek. 

“Pete’s bet?” James asked dumbly.

“Yes! Yes, Pete’s bet!” Sirius shouted. He got down on his knees and kneeled in front of you, willing your eyes to him. You denied him the sight, but he supposed he sort of deserved as such. “Pete’s bet, Y/N, to finally get me to stop being a sodding coward and ask you out.” He offered, albeit much more quietly.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t mean to intrude but I can assure you that’s really all it was.” James offered with a pained grimace from where he stood behind Sirius’ crouched form. “We’d been so tired of him convincing us all to hang out in the sodding library just so he could stare at you and never do anything about it. Took us weeks to get him to even start saying hello to you.”

You looked at James, eyebrows furrowing which seemed to cause more tears to fall.

“That makes no sense. I’m not that scary.” You cried.

“No,” Sirius agreed, “you’re just that pretty. That special. That lovely and kind. You’re not scary but you were really intimidating. I was so afraid of botching the whole thing – looks like I kind of did that anyway, huh?”

You were finally looking at him, and Sirius relished in the sight of your eyes meeting his once again, even if they were filled with hurt and tears. He took your two hands in his and ran his thumbs along the backs of your knuckles.

“I begged you for one chance, Y/N. I have no problem begging you for a hundred more. I swear to you, one of these times I’ll get it right.” He promised.

You stared at him for a moment longer before laughing wetly. “Gods, I’m sorry for being so cold. I…I really thought-”

But he cut you off by shaking his head. “I think you were justified. I would have been hurt if I’d overheard that I’d only been asked out on account of a bet. But I promise, it was not malicious.” 

You nodded in understanding and pulled on of your hands away from Sirius’ to wipe away the tear tracks on your face.

“Gods I feel so silly.”

“Let me make it up to you.” Sirius barked quickly. “Right now, come with me. Please?”

You looked at him confusedly for a moment before nodding your head and looking back to your friends. One of them still seemed slightly miffed, so conceded to letting him steal you away from them though she didn’t let you part without shooting him a few more withering glares. 

No matter, Sirius would have time to win over your friends.

Right now, he was more worried about winning you over. And hopefully keeping you this time. 

To start, he’d spend the rest of the night snuggled up to you under stolen blankets from the Gryffindor common room while the two of you watched the stars from the Astronomy tower.

Well, you watched the stars; he spent the evening watching admiring you.

He’d make sure you never felt like the butt of some joke ever again – not if he could help it.

[trancylovecraft]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ WANDERILLUSTREOUS!: PROLOGUE!

(YANDERE GENSHIN VARIOUS x READER)

[F/N] [L/N], A twenty-two year old college student goes about her mundane life. Most people would describe her as content, And maybe [F/N] would've described it as such too- Her life. Over and over again, Day after day, The cycle never stops. That is, However, Until she suddenly drops into Genshin Impact out of nowhere. In any other case, [F/N] might have been glad to be there. In a fantasy land where she had only ever visited in her dreams, With a feeling she couldn't describe flooding her entire being. However, [F/N] couldn't be further from excited.. She had never played Genshin in her life. [F/N] threw her head into her hands, Holding back the urge to scream. “I’m absolutely screwed, Aren’t I?”

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GENDER: Femme LIST OF YANDERE'S: https://pastebin.com/ErsuA2cz SONG: Larger Than Life - Pinkzebra NOTE: SO UHM HI. THIS IS THE PROLOGUE TO UHM MY NEW FIC UHHHH- so ive been getting into genshin big time and uhm ive kinda got a new hyperfixation now so hERE IT IS IN WRITTEN FORM.

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What the actual hell?

[F/N]'s breath hitched in the morning dawn.

Her body was heavy like a weight was pushing down on her chest, Her eyes hazy, Yet they sparkled like stars under the dawnlight. Beginning to trickle down her face at the chill that batted in her eyelashes.

What was this?

This feeling.

Dew trickled down her face, Fresh from last night's rain and glimmering in the breaking dawn.

She tried not to itch at the frigid trails, No matter how much they unsettled her skin. Tried not to move around in the mush of the mud, Because the way it was settled cushioned her back just right.

The wind blew throughout every blade of grass, Every sweet flower and dandelion around. Leaves rustled on their branches, Little robins hopping around and tweeting their tune. The smell of dew and saccharine was rife in the air.

She breathed it in, Her lungs flooding with life.

It was so blinding, The sun, Burning at her eyes yet she couldn't find it in herself to close them. Not when the sky was so beautiful, So wonderful. Shades of aurora pink and sunset yellow splotching across the great canvas above, Birds sailing across it, Their wings struck wide and free as they only grew to be dots in the distance.

How could [F/N] ever look away?

She breathed in, A fresh wave of air entering her body. That feeling no one could describe, That chill that coated her skin, Her body completely at peace. Eyes forever staring up at the open sky that welcomed her with open arms. 

Tranquillity, Serenity, Exaltation. None of them were a good fit to the way [F/N] felt in that single moment.

Her mind fluttered for a second, Flickering on like the ember on a lighter.

Her eyes widened, Memories rushing back into her mind.

"Wait.. Where am I?!"

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Well.. This is bizarre.

"There's absolutely no way.. This can't be real.." [F/N] muttered in utter horror. Her eyes wide, Body rigid as she stared dead at the figure standin- No. Not standing, The correct term would be floating.

What looked to be a small little girl floated mid-air, Only a few feet away. Her eyes big and round, Shaded the colour of the night sky and staring happily at [F/N]. She was oddly dressed in a poofy, intricately embroidered white dress and matching elvish boots. 

[F/N] stood on the shore of who-knows-where, Having dragged her aching legs out of the field she had found herself in and had somehow got here.

A shoreline with impossibly beautiful sights, Crystallin blue waves crashing against the unlittered sand and leaving frothing seafoam in it's wake. Rocks and other formations cracked out of the water, Homing the chittering crabs and other sea-life that dared to venture there.

Not to mention the surrounding cliffs, Rocky and unbelievably high, Unlike any kind of cliffside [F/N] had ever seen. She could've been convinced she was somewhere near the swiss alps. It was beautiful, Absolutely beautiful.

And it made [F/N] all the more uneasy.

"This- This is just impossible..!" [F/N] held her face in her hands, Breathing unsteady. She would've began pacing if not for the fear she had for the crabs and their chattering pincers, Eyeing them warily from the gaps in her fingers.

"Are you alright? Paimon is worried about you!" The girl- Paimon, Gasped as she watched [F/N] hastily shuffle away from the beach crabs, Hands sliding up to grasp clumps of her hair in distress.

[F/N] took a jolting step back when Paimon floated a little too close, Startled by sudden movement. Her eyes snapped over to look at the fairy, Darting from head to toe, Affirming that it was that odd attire that she was wearing.

Sure- She was oddly dressed. But the weirdest part?

[F/N] recognised her.

And [F/N] had fished her out of a whirlpool in shallow tide.

"Paimon thinks that you need to take a deep breath in! Crabs are scary, But they can't be worse than that whirlpool you saved Paimon from! Paimon would've been a goner if it wasn't for you..!" Paimon cheers as she claps her hands, Giddy expression on her round face as she drifted nearer to [F/N].

She, In turn, Let out a rather shaken yap.

"I-I.. I didn't even know I could do that..?! I don't even know why I even tried that..!"

This.. This was Paimon? Paimon, The mascot of Genshin Impact, And she was floating right in front of her thanking her. Directly. This couldn't have been real, [F/N] must've hit her head on something or other-

Like.. There was no way this could be real, Right? There must be some rational explanation. A dream. A coma. Some really deep sleep that [F/N] just needs to pinch herself out of, Right?

Though if the twigs scraping at her ankle as she walked earlier wasn’t enough..

[F/N] sniffled.

Ugh. God. This was all so confusing.

"I can't.. Just please, Tell me I'm dreaming, Paimon. Tell me this is all just some big scenario I've dreamt up inside my head and that I'm gonna wake up any minute now.." [F/N] almost pleaded as her knees began to buckle, Lowering as she collapsed, Shins burying into the sand of the shore.

This couldn't be happening, It just couldn't.

"Paimon doesn't understand, But she knows how it feels to feel scared and confused..!" Paimon said, In attempt to console her. "Do you wanna tell Paimon what's wrong? Maybe Paimon can help you out!"

[F/N] lifted her head from within her hands, Breathing uneasy as she watched Paimon slowly float down to her level. This was real, Wasn't it? How could this be a dream, [F/N] knew what dreams were like, Both lucid and otherwise, And it was nothing like this.

[F/N] let out a shuddering breath, Trying to calm her nerves, Swallowing back her apprehension.

"Yeah.. Yeah- You're right- I should tell you what's wrong, I'm sorry- I just saved you and now you need to deal with me breaking down in front of you.." [F/N] smiled nervously, Trying to laugh off her unease and discomfort- Though not very successfully.

Where would she even begin?

How could she begin?

[F/N] groaned as she hunched over, Collapsing onto her backside instead of her knees. Damn. [F/N] felt like she was stranded on an island, But at least the sand felt nice against her skin.

"I.. I don't think I'm from this world."

"Huh..?" Paimon tilted her head to the side, Eyes lighting up at the claim.

"I.. It's hard to explain but.. I'm not from this world- I think I might have somehow been transported here by.. Well.. I don't know how. One minute I was lying in my bed and the next.." [F/N] trailed off, Shaking her head as she felt her hands grasp the hems of her shirt.

Breathe in, Breathe out.

"It happened so quick.. I.. I was just up late reading on my phone when suddenly some kind of light just swallowed the room." [F/N] continued on, Trying to make sense of what had happened to her. "It.. It felt so sickening- It made my head begin to throb but then.. But then I felt great, If for only a second.. And then I woke up in a nearby field.. My bed nowhere in sight."

Paimon listened on, Her frown getting more and more present on her round face. [F/N] continued on, Her voice beginning to shake as she looked up at Paimon, Who .

Paimon hmphed.

“So.. If Paimon understands this correctly.. You’re from another world? You’re not from Teyvat..?!” She seemed almost astonished by the thought, Almost in disbelief at the mere thought that [F/N] wasn’t from around here.

She couldn’t blame the poor fairy, [F/N] was just as confused as she was.

“Yeah.. It.. It’s kind of hard to believe- I know. But you need to understand that one minute I was lying in bed- The next- I was here!” She stressed, Her voice sounding more and more strained by the minute.

It was hard not to break down again, Not to try lose her mind.

“Hmm..” Paimon hummed in thought as her sparkly eyes roamed over [F/N] and her sweaty/dirty attire. It was strange clothing. Nothing like Paimon had known- No cloaks- No skirts- No intricate leather corset with floral designs-  

No. [F/N] was wearing a large pastel-pink hello-kitty t-shirt she used for pyjamas, A pair of oversized fleece bottoms to match, Flowing down to her heels. Paimon hmphed at the sight of the mascot, Hand on her chin in thought.

Damn, [F/N] wished she had proper shoes.

“Well.. Paimon believes you! Paimon doesn’t think that anyone wearing something as weird as that can be from around here!” Paimon concludes, A triumphant smile crossing her face as well as her arms, Poofy sleeves puffing up along with her rosy cheeks.

[F/N] let out an awkward giggle.

“Yeah.. Uhm.. Where is here anyways?” She asked as she looked around, Eyes roaming across the steep cliffs and the flowing grass rife with the wind flowing through them. Blinking as she swallowed back her trepidation.

“Mondstadt! One of the seven regions of Teyvat! Oh.. Wait, You probably don’t know what Teyvat is, Huh..” Paimon hummed in thought.

Mondstadt?

Wow. [F/N] really had been Isekai’d, Huh.

Now, Of course, In any other situation- In any other fanfiction or anime that [F/N] had read watched and watched, This would be a dream scenario for her. There was even times where she had wondered what it’d be like 

Chewing on her pen as she did her schoolwork, Conjuring up scenarios in her head as she tried to get some shut-eye, Or just walking down the street on the way to her part-time. It was all apart of her routine, Daydreaming, Sometimes she’d even consider it something she’d like to happen.

In one of her favourite animes perhaps where she could be the insert that everyone loved and rooted for. She could be the person envisioned in her head. A guilty pleasure if you will, But [F/N] wondered who didn’t have those?

That’s what her ‘x readers’ were for.

It was an escape, A get-away from her ordinary life.

But to be completely and utterly honest?

…

[F/N] had never played Genshin in her life.

She threw her head into her hands, Holding back the urge to scream.

“I’m absolutely screwed, Aren’t I?”

[stvharrngton]

kinktober: day nine

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: hate/angry sex

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, friends with benefits, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, dom!steve, use of the word slut

word count: 0.7k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @wheel-of-hyperfixation @mooonyweasley @steveshairspray

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Steve Harrington got on your nerves. Pushed all your buttons, had you wound tight and all irritated but that didn’t stop you from letting him drag you into the bathroom at the party you were both at. His hands on your waist, his lips on your neck.

It never stopped you from answering his phone calls at 2AM, never put you off enough to stop sneaking around behind your friends backs. There was just something addictive about him, no matter how much you disliked each other.

“Why were you dancing with that guy?” He asked between kisses, his teeth nipping at your neck, sucking and licking, surely leaving a mark.

“We’re not together, Steve. Remember?” You simply stated, one hand clutching at his shoulder, the other firmly planted in his hair, “I can dance with who I want.”

He scoffed at your admission, rolling his eyes, “But you don’t let just anyone touch you like this, right?” he stated, shoving his hand below your skirt and underneath your panties, letting his fingers slide through your folds, “No one fucks you the way I do, you got it?”

You chewed on your lip before you answered, your cheeks heating up, your eyes unable to meet Steve’s gaze, “You’re such an asshole, Steve.”

That was all you could say.

Next thing you knew, Steve had you bent over the bathroom counter. Your skirt fisted in his hand for leverage, your panties pulled down your ankles, Steve’s cock firmly inside your pussy. His hips were snapping against yours hard and fast, thankfully the loud boom of the music drowned out your wails and whimpers.

He pounded into you from behind, his hips slapping against your ass, the feeling all too intense as you cried out. Steve let his palm come down against the fat of your ass with a slap before he spoke,

“Fuck,” he groaned, it was long and drawn out, “no one gets to touch you like this, do they? Y’gonna tell me? Tell me who this pretty little pussy belongs to? Come on, sweetheart, tell me.”

You stammered out a string of incoherent words and whimpers before you could finally put together a response. Steve’s fingers gripping your hip too hard, his cock thrusting in and out of you too deliciously.

“I— shit, Steve!” you cried, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to regain any sort of composure you had before, “It’s yours, Steve, oh God, please, I’m yours.”

Steve could only smirk, knowing you would never dream of uttering those words, that you’re his, if you weren’t in the situation you currently found yourselves in. In someone’s bathroom at a party, with only each other on your minds, desperately chasing that ineffable high together.

“Good fucking girl,” he groaned in reply, his hips never relenting, his thrusts never losing any rhythm, “love seeing you like this, Jesus Christ, you like getting fucked like a slut, hm? Like my little slut?”

Steve oozed confidence and charisma, especially when he was around you, and that only doubled when you got between the sheets. His motor-mouth running on high whenever he got to sink his cock into you.

But you couldn’t resist giving into him, no matter how much he aggravated you. His hands and touch are addictive, always having you yearning for more.

“Drives me crazy,” Steve growled, his hands snaking round to your front, one holding you at your stomach, the other ghosting over your throat as he pulled your back into his chest, “seeing you running ‘round acting like you hate my guts when I know how you really feel, when I know you go home and dream about me.”

“Steve,” you cried, your mouth hanging open now as he squeezed your neck softly, his hips still snapping against your ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing off the tiles, “I don’t— fuck, I don’t do that.”

“No?” he questioned, his lips coming to rest against your ear, “I know you go home and think about my cock and dream about me fucking this cute little pussy of yours. Don’t lie to me, baby.”

Steve was right. You knew it. He knew it. But you’d never admit that, not ever, knowing that it got under his skin. It made him fuck you deeper, fuck you harder. Made his fingers dig into your skin further, it made the boy go insane.

And who were you to deny yourself of that?

[infiniteimaginings]

ok I had this idea for a beck oliver x fem!reader where like her parents are out of town or something and she goes to becks and like she gets nightmares pretty frequently about her most loved and trusted people hurting her and like he calms her down and just hurt/comfort (current hyperfixation is beck oliver if you couldn't tell lmao)

Nightmares (Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You spend the night with your boyfriend. He finds out about your nightmares and comforts your through it. Pronouns: You/Yours Warnings: When she wakes up from her dream it's described like a panic attack Word Count: 1.3k A/N: I get you I get you, hyperfixations go brrr. I do not specify what the nightmares are about but it can be inferred from the request, I just prefer not to go into detail on it.

Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that you were going to sleep at your boyfriends, and you were extremely nervous.

You’ve been to his home before, you weren’t nervous because of that. Your hands weren’t shaking because of where he lived, because it was a new place, or anything like that. You were nervous because you had never slept over with your boyfriend before. Due to that, he didn’t know how you slept, what you did at night, etc.

You stood at your locker, toying with your bag within it as you chewed on your lip slightly. You tried to take a few deep breaths to prepare yourself. There were only a few more minutes before Beck, your boyfriend, would be at your locker to drive you to his place.

What you didn’t notice was someone sneaking up behind you lightly. The person held onto your shoulders and shook you a bit, “You awake girl?” The person asked, laughing a bit when you jumped.

You turned around with a hand gripping your chest. You swallowed harshly, rolling your eyes as you sighed in relief when you noticed it was just André.

The boy held his stomach, relaxing himself after his prolonged laughter. “Someone’s jumpy, you alright?” He asked, opening his locker that was next to yours.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You spoke quietly, nodding as you grabbed your bag, closing your locker.

André looked you up and down suspiciously with a raised brow, “You don’t look fine.” He stated, closing his own locker, backpack on his shoulder. “Come on, spill it.” He told you, facing you now.

You puffed air out of your cheeks before groaning, “I’m sleeping at Becks tonight.”

The boy across from you nodded, waiting for you to say more before he suddenly hummed sympathetically. “You know they don’t have that dog anymore right?” He asked you, putting a hand on your shoulder gently. “They got rid of it the night Jade put it in their trailer, last year.” He reminded you with a small reassuring smile.

You nodded, “I know, it’s…not about the dog.” You told him honestly, shoulders drooping down. 

“Then, what is it about?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, looking down, “I don’t sleep well at night, and so…” You trailed off, messing with the fabric of your shirt.

The brown haired boy mumbled a small ‘oh’ before patting your shoulder gently. “It’s hard alone, right?” He asked you, and you of course nodded since you only ever had to deal with it by yourself. “Just remember that you won’t be alone tonight, Beck will be there.

You couldn’t respond to André, not only because you were slightly at a loss for words, but because you felt arms wrap around your waist. 

“Hey.” You heard the word whisper into your ear, a face pressed into the crook of your neck.

You felt your face flush and you couldn’t help the smile that spread onto your face. You held the hands that wrapped around you and leaned into the body behind you, “Hi.” You responded, turning your head to meet the eyes of your boyfriend.

André put his hands up and turned around, “See you guys later!” He called out, not wanting to be alone with the couple.

Beck and you waved goodbye to your friend with a laugh and soon turned to one another.

“You ready?” Beck asked you softly, eyes shining as he admired you, hand stroking your cheek.

You took a deep breath and nodded, lacing his hand with yours. “I’m ready.” You told him, pulling your bag up with your other hand to show him you were all packed up and prepared.

Beck kissed your forehead, placing his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked out of Hollywood Arts to his car.

Night came quickly, far too quickly for you. It was late, Beck had already gotten ready and was waiting for you in his bed. 

You stood in his bathroom, calming your breaths and splashing your face with water. You looked up at your reflection with tired eyes and sighed, “It’ll be okay.” You mumbled to yourself, “Beck is here, so it’ll be okay.” You tried to remind yourself.

After a while you finally escaped your mind enough to exit the bathroom, your face dry, teeth brushed, breathing pattern calm.

You walked to Becks bedroom and got under the covers, facing him.

He noticed you were now in bed with him, so he placed his phone on the side table, the room filling with darkness as he did so. He scooted close to you, wrapping his arm around you, kissing your forehead gently before whispering “Goodnight.” 

You whispered back a repetition of his words and closed your eyes, falling asleep to the sound of Beck's breathing evening out and his gentle heartbeat.

It was okay, you were okay, everything was okay. You kept trying to repeat that to yourself but it kept getting worse. You could feel your heart beating faster, you were losing your breath, you felt the sweat dripping from your forehead, and worst of all you felt like you couldn’t wake up. You tried to open your eyes, but you couldn’t. You tried to move, but you couldn’t. You tried to yell for someone, anyone, but you couldn’t.

It was black, pitch darkness, and you couldn’t get out of it. You could never get out of it.

You felt something new though, like your body was shaking. That was typical, but it was the way your body was shaking, left and right, with so much force as if someone was pushing you around.

Someone was, Beck was. 

Your eyes snapped open, your body sat upright, your hand went straight to your chest, and your breaths were so quick you couldn’t catch up. You choked out a sob and felt the warm tears stream down your face. You couldn’t see anything, why couldn’t you see anything?

“Baby?” You heard a voice from next to you, filled with worry, filled with concern, cracked from…fear? 

You looked over and saw Beck staring at you with eyes wide open. When he noticed you were looking at him, he leaned over and turned on the light, you could see his disheveled appearance, you know you looked no better. 

You wanted to explain, but your throat felt so closed, like you needed to claw at it in order to let anything out. You could only shake your head and continue to cry.

Beck didn’t speak, he just moved closer to you and pulled you to his chest. His arm wrapped around you, his free hand smoothing the top of your head. He placed his cheek on the top of your head with his hand and began to rock, “It’s okay.” He whispered to you as you continued to cry, “I’m here, I’m right here.” 

He didn’t ask you any questions, not even when you stopped crying. He didn’t ask you what happened, what the dream was about, how you dealt with it before. When you stopped crying, looking at him with puffy red eyes, he placed gentle kisses on them as you closed them. He laid down with you, placing your head to his chest, his hand rubbing circles into your back.

Beck didn’t expect you to explain yourself, and he didn’t say anything to push you. He just laid down with you and showed you that he was real, and those nightmares weren’t.

Your boyfriend held you through the entire night, keeping you close to him, whispering reassuring words as you drifted to sleep. It was all new to you, but it was so comforting that you felt you could actually sleep the rest of the night.

Something that also was new, was that your boyfriend left the light on for you. So you could see when you woke up, so you wouldn’t be scared, so you’d be able to see where you were more clearly.

You might’ve still had nightmares, but at least you could go back to sleep after them now.

[kit-kat-jo]

My Murder Drones Finale analysis… 1/2 - 2/2

i stayed up until 2 am with friends last night (who i roped into binging the series with me) freaking the fuck out and theorizing, so next morning post hello!

i am FAR from done with this series, it’s been my hyperfixation and comfort show for over a year, and i pray y’all don’t die out too quickly because i have so much left to share. This show and community has blessed me in so many ways, and no way I’m letting it go just yet.

so now, of course, my frame by frame crazy analysis! ready? cool!

spoilers of course!

firstly i love how the first character they hone in on is the teacher, just laying on his desk and accepting his fate. like “really?……. ok. i guess.” fucking hilarious. man is so done.

the solver straight up pulling a Cluster from Steven Universe is not what i expected…. but so on brand. truthfully i don’t understand how in the end, uzi killed THIS whole fucking thing too when swallowing the [null], but if this finale proved anything to me its that about fifty loose ends are kept loose. and that’s… oddly okay with me?

you spin me like a ballerinaaa-

on my first rewatch i realized she tried to yell out “MOM!” in the vacuums of space… what if i just fucking cry?

mother daughter bonding… i’m so glad they have the chance to properly meet. :’) give this woman a drone body post finale so she can give her girl a hug…

SPACESHIP PILOOOTTT!! i love how all the fan content of N pulling Uzi from space into a ship came to fruition! it makes my little heart happy!!

proud of N here for being mad at her!! it doesn’t last long like i knew it wouldn’t, but still.

another thing i realized in my rewatch is that he stops being mad as SOON as he sees her cry? STOPPP😭💔

and yeaahhhh that doesn't last long.

CLOSEST to a walle kiss i got. and i’m HAPPY with it!!!!! just uh... gonna draw in that little spark later...

solver said: stop being straight :)

this whole scene makes my heart SCREAM, they’re so goofy and awkward and cute, they’re dating!!! i’m so proud of them!! them continuing to do coupley things throughout the fights coming next was absolutely too much.

oh you…. you hear something guys?? YOU SEE THAT?

MY WIFE LIVES!!!!! “itd be better if she stays dead nehnehneh” /lh NUH UH!!!!!!!! ANDDD she’s riding in on the fucking sentinel! my life…. my life is complete…. and i heard that “will it ever end for me,” so Eternal Dream IS one hundred percent HER song!

Oh, V. “We were supposed to get away, J! You said we do our jobs on this planet, and it leaves us alone!” as soon as this was said, i REALIZED. and oh, my GOD, all of V’s actions make so much sense now. J, as the leader of the squad, led V to believe that if they all did their jobs, killed blindly until no drone was left, cyn would leave her and N alone. no more messing with them, tearing them open, mutilating them and traumatizing them. as long as she made N do his job, he would be safe. I’M GONNA BE SO FUCKING SICK!!!!! J mislead them this whole time and was on the solver’s side! she knew tessa was long gone! as much as i wanted a J plot where she realizes she’s on the wrong side, i can’t say i wasn’t secretly expecting something like this.

“There’s no escape, even in death!” J has given up. she sided with the solver to end her own suffering. she sided with the abomination that was tearing them apart, tired of fighting against it. Oh, J. That’s so tragic. Fucked up what you put your teammates through, though.

the aforementioned coupley stuff. YAAAAAAALLLLLLLLUHHH. get a room

now to the fucked up shit. can i just say how much i love cyn’s animations here? she’s so fucked up. love her

you did a lot more than hurt his feelings girlie, LOOK AT HIM! his pure, horrific fear here actually broke me.

ran out of space for images! here pt 2!

[randomalistic]

first off. i can't believe that i already followed you- your spam blog -and didn't know.

second. i literally just had a dream shere i was rambling to someone about turbo using stuff from your essay. apparently it rewired my brain so hard it, and you, manifested in my dreams lol (i even made a bad joke that "you can say he's Turbo-tastic!" hah)

and congratulations on making such great work of art that is the essay, you can feel and hear the love(and hyperfixation) poured into it.

i do wonder tho, what was the hardest part when making it?

I’m so glad you enjoyed it yay :)❤️ and also recognized me from my sneo blog LOL

I feel that so horrendously much. I legit had a dream a few nights ago about someone APPROACHING ME cuz they recognized my voice from the essay (girl get an ego check) but they then said “dude it’s so obvious you’re into him” or something. And I was like. 🧍‍♀️Well you don’t have to say it out loud

Anyways you’re not the only one cuz the video haunts me too. even after its birth.

The hardest part?? Oh Man. Can I say Everything.

There were a few stretches that were REALLY TOUGH. short answer: Entire first half of the video. Also the longer parts like the Manipulation section, Turbo reveal section, and the Cybug King Candy section. I had a lot to say for these and it was tricky to condense it into something Comprehensible

Long answer:

I completely overhauled the entire first half of the video (EVERYTHING before the kart breaking scene) because I wasn’t satisfied with the writing/delivery etc. (Which was a good choice because my arguments were pretty half baked before) but oh my god that was like a week and a half of 7 hour recording and rewriting sessions it was brutal. Especially annoying because those arguments were super old and I was getting sick of thinking about them. So instead I used them as a backbone to structure better arguments and revamp the script so that kept me from going insane. However it was also really fun because I got to see my old ass arguments finally be explained to their fullest capacity. And also I got to write shit like ☝️🤓Excuse me sir your turbo is showing..

The biggest issue with this being my first ever video essay and it taking so goddamn long: you could SEE my writing/editing/voicing skills improve over the span of the video itself. Which is really cool improvement wise but REALLY . REALLY BAD CONSISTENCY WISE. Like the first half of the video is the part people are gonna see first. It SETS EXPECTATIONS. IT HAS TO BE PEAK

I think I re-edited the synopsis upwards of 5-6 times. Which makes sense as that was like the first thing I started the project with but ouhvhhhgghghr. Making a section from scratch is WAY easier than going back and having to redo something

Early on I cut out an entire fully edited/scripted/recorded 3 minute section of me talking about Megamind and its sequel because I realized. This is pointless and everyone has TALKED ABOUT MEGAMIND BEFORE AND THIS HAS NOTHIBG TO DO WITH WRECK IT RALPH. There were a lot of scrapped ideas

Audio was also really challenging, just entirely. Making sure the levels were consistent (I had absolutely zero voice volume normalization I did it all manually 😭 I’m gonna have to figure out how to do that) Also just the concept of recording my voice and having to speak out loud in a space was Real Bad for my anxiety but You Do it Scared. Had to wait until I was home alone or like 99% sure I was alone before I could say anything without worrying. Also training my voice to sound engaging and consistent was so hard and it took maybe 6 months for me to get it down. Also I had no fucking idea where to record, like at first I was recording in a CLOSET (and later under a piano??) and then I was wondering why my lines sounded so weird. Then I realized I could just Record in a room and it would sound JUST FINE. So basically uhhh every single part was the hardest part. But it was worth it and very fun I think 🫶

[yanderederee]

Gokudera Hayato

event prompt 9&18:

“Don’t you want a life with me?”

“You were meant to be mine.”

hyperfixation go brrrrrrrrrrrrrr

tw: yandere/toxic possessiveness, mention of murder

What the hell were you saying?

Gokudera finally felt like he knew what his future would look like. Hayato was happy. You were happy. You were happy. Once. Weren’t you?

Your smile used to be so sincere. The way you said his name. The way you would both lay by each others side and twirl the others hair, so in love.

Staring into one another’s eyes like there was nothing else to exist. He had a life to lead, a family to run, and you along side him. You told him over and over you could take the stress of being a mafioso’s girl.

Was that a lie? Or was it him, you couldn’t handle?

He didn’t do anything wrong. You were overreacting. Right. Why else would you say such awful things? You didn’t mean them, right?

About how he didn’t love you anymore. About how you didn’t love him anymore. About how he only ever thought about Tsuna and the Vongola. While it had some truth to it, he only ever had you at heart. It’s always only ever been you.

Why the hell were you trying to break up with him?

“I just.. I can’t keep being put second…” you whispered.

Second to his loyalty, in which dominated everything among your relationship.

“I .. I would just be in the way. You don’t actually want this, me.”

More lies. How many of them have you spilled already?

“I’m sorry, Hayato. I want to be with you too but- but… I always end up hurt.”

You’ve never been hurt once since you’ve started dating. He’s made damn sure of it. How many people has he killed to be with you? To keep you safe from enemy hands? How many times does he have to prove he loves you? Would killing someone in front of you finally prove it?

“I-I’m sorry-“

“Don’t you want a life with me?”

He seethed out through gritted teeth.

“You don’t mean that. Any of it. You’ve always wanted a life with me.” He graveled.

“We had a plan. We talked about our futures, coming home to one another after every day, making pasta, watching scary movies. Falling asleep on the couch, scold Uri for eating what else was left…”

Gokudera reminisced in these memories daily. Every day. He dreamed of the life he would lead as the Vongola Storm Guardian, he dreamed of the home he would visit after every mission. To kiss you becauselike he hadn’t seen you in weeks. To hold you. And never let you go.

“You’re lying, Y/n.”

Gokudera looked at you with such harsh, betrayed eyes. A step forward, and he had your arms in his iron grip.

“I’ll work on my time management. I’ll reap the consequences of my mistakes. You’ll never feel lonely again,” he spewed on, starring deeper and deeper with that crazed look in his eyes.

“But you won’t leave me. You don’t really want to. I know,”

He could feel you trembling under his palms, see the scared look in your eyes. And again, you were under his thumb.

“I know you don’t mean any of it. I’ll do better, anyway. Because I love you,

And you love me too.”

“You were meant to be mine.”

[jasongotdrip]

i had a thought. again. this may be one of my biggest yaps. +2 tiny arts included. Except it’s all horrible. It’s 2:30 am and I’m running on just straight brain power😭

wtf was charlie doing walking around during an extermination💀)

I had a daydream except it’s 2:30 am so night dream except im not really asleep but whatever. I imagined charlie found her and brought her back to the wherever and she just started YAPPING. Because she’s excited to have someone around, probably. She’s a lonely lil princess. I was thinking of a lot of different scenes this could happen in but I thought of this one the most. Charlie knows Vaggie is a “sinner” so she just casually mentions how she’s the princess, knowing (but not caring) about how most sinners disrespect her while even knowing her rank. So like she doesn’t care because she knows ‘this person won’t treat me better’. Or smth. Idk. Anyways. Keep in mind they’re not in the alley, but instead they’re… somewhere. Does charlie own the building of the hotel yet? Idk but we’ll just say yes for now because I don’t know where else they would be. Not Lucifer’s place, obviously.

but still, how/when did vaggie find out that the random girl who picked her up off the street was the literal PRINCESS OF HELL

P.s. charlie probably clipped vaggie’s hair out of her face for the sake of the bandage but i was too lazyz to draw it

CAN I JUST SAY??? CHARLIE WAS KIND OF ASS IN THE ALLEY SCENE. LIKE. WHY ARE YOU TUCKING YOUR HAIR BEHIND YOUR EAR. YOU CAN NOT BE DOWN BAD ALREADY LIKE I KNOW VAGGIE IS HOT AND SMEXY BUT GODDAM. LIKE YOU FIND THIS EYELESS WOUNDED GIRL IN THE STREETS AND ONE OF YOUR FIRST REACTIONS ARE LITERALLY WATTPAD LOOKING. (*tucks hair behind ear cutely snd looks away*) LIKE SHUT UPPPPPP.. I LOVE CHAGGIE BUT… THAT JUST IRKED ME. CHARLIE WOULD BE “OH NO I HAVE TO HELP THIS PERSON BECAUSE CLEARLY THEY GOT HURT FROM THE EXTERMINATION!! I HAVE TO GET HER PATCHED UP OR SHELTERED!!” NO!?? INSTEAD, SHE JUST TURNS FRUITY. OF COURSE SHE IS FRUITY.

i am.. so sorry for that. um. Anyways.

I like to imagine Charlie took Vaggie home, washed her up and they have a slow burn starting somewhere in there. Vaggie probably listened to all Charlie’s rants and dreams, while helping her slowly kick start the hotel’s physicality. They become better friends and begin to trust each other. because like, they’re all they got. Vaggie has no where else to go and charlie has no one else as loyal as Vaggie. So naturally they become dependent. Then romance ✨

. I know what i said about charlie tucking her hair behind her ear, but she was probably just noticing how pretty she was or sum. But still, you are in the middle of a warzone honey please stop being gay for a second 😭

but who had feelings first? Charlie, maybe because she already thought vaggie was pretty. But there’s also vaggie.. like of course she’s going to grow fond of someone who picked her up and started taking care of her when no one else would. Maybe they both started at the same time lol

No one really knows when they met Angel Dust but obviously before pilot right? I thought of a funny interaction that would kind of help the feelings be more known, if they weren’t established before they met Angel. Like there definitely are feelings in the air but they’re brought to attention by something snarky Angel Dust says when they first meet

THERE ARE SOOO MANY THINGS I COULD PUT FOR HIM TO SAY BUT I JUST CHOSE THIS CUS HE DOESNT HAVE A NOSE

Vaggie: CAN YOU SMELL MY FIST IN YOUR FACE??

then chaos. But like.. charlie and vaggie think about it. Then idk. That’s as far as my brain will take me. Hyperfixations help me yap a lot but it all stops at a certain point. There are so many ways chaggie could have been developed so it’s hard to just say one. So i kinda jjst want to see how it goes and how much they’ll show us of their backstory. I’m sorry for yapping.😭😭

[agathawellbelovefanclub]

if i didn’t know better - Carry On Countdown 2024

Day one - Something Old

A/N: hoooooo baby i have NOT done a countdown since 2016 but ur girl. is struggling. so we must revive the hyperfixations

Desc: Simon is stuck grieving a mother he never knew, but an offer of comfort gives him some peace. Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, daphne my beloved.

Closure was a tough thing to find in solitude. No matter how much Simon willed it, the world just would not stop spinning and give him a moment to breathe. It was one thing to be preoccupied with depression, on a couch, with every waking thought a battle to stay afloat and every dream a nightmare. It was another thing entirely to just feel nothing.

(Not nothing, if you were asking Baz. He could sense the grief in someone from streets away. If he caught Simon staring at a wall, consumed with ‘nothing’, he knew it was the consumption of trying to avoid thoughts of the life he could have lived. It was familiar; it was strange. Someone who had once been so visceral in his feelings, now a shell.)

The photo of Lucy Salisbury stayed in Simon’s wallet. White creases and sun damage were threatening her smile, but the urge to look at it and reconstruct what her voice would have sounded like, what her embrace felt like, were too strong for him to ignore it. That, and his thoughtless fidgeting, flicking the corner of the card in an unsteady rhythm.

Baz was soft about it. Perpetually nervous and treading on eggshells, Simon knew he wanted to say something. Stop damaging it. Stop hurting yourself. Come back, like you did before.

The best he could offer was an unwavering shadow. Grief had pushed them back to square one.

So it was surprising, but not unwelcome, when Daphne showed up at their front door with a bag of groceries. She smiled at Simon like she was excited to see him, and didn’t hesitate to hug him despite 2 days of sweat sticking to his skin.

“I’m intervening,” she said, a bit like a joke that wasn’t that funny. “Basilton isn’t too bad of a cook, but I know you prefer baking. He’s useless at baking. Can’t follow rules to save himself.”

The crease in the couch where Simon had been rotting was covered in crumbs and empty crisp packets. Baz usually encouraged him to clean up when he got home from work, but stubbornness had kicked in over the past couple of days. It was getting close to Simon’s birthday — a date marred by death, as far as he was concerned — and he’d been hoping to sleep through the week.

“It’s a mess, sorry,” Simon offered. It got him a dismissive wave.

“Darling I had 3 kids under 3 for a while,” Daphne chuckled. “I can handle some mess.”

She unloaded ingredients and began putting them away, making verbal notes about how their cupboards were arranged and doing her best to follow their order. When she corrected her placement of the flour from the top shelf to the bottom, Simon got a dull feeling in his stomach that they’d organised their pantry wrong.

“Sorry, lovely — I went on autopilot for a moment.” She followed most of what she said with a small laugh at herself. “I think you ought to sit at the counter and help me bake. I’ve not a clue how your oven works.”

So, Simon excused himself to the bathroom and changed his clothes, unable to look at himself as he applied new deodorant. When he came back out, the oven was on, and Daphne was tying up Baz’s apron around her waist.

“I figured it out! First win of the day!”

Simon imagined her with a pleated chef’s hat, just because he felt it fit, and took his assigned seat at the counter.

“I tried this at home with very little success,” she admitted, “but in my defence, there aren’t a lot of recipes for sour cherry cakes.”

His heart picked up a bit — through excitement or fear, he didn’t know.

“That’s okay,” he said.

“Well, we’ll see.” She assembled their stand mixer. “How are you, dear? Baz says you’re having a tough week.”

How was he supposed to answer that? “I’m okay,” came out before he considered whether he should be lying or not.

Daphne arched an eyebrow. Very Baz. “You’ve been through enough terrible things over the past few years to tell me that’s not true. But, if you don’t want to talk, I won’t make you.” She drummed the stand mixer. “I’ll make you a cake instead.”

She’d always had a way of speaking that was evident of her motherhood. The twins were little terrors, and on more than one occasion Simon had seen Daphne encouraging their harmless mischief. He thought they must have been the happiest kids alive, but then he’d not known many happy kids.

“Did you know Lucy Salisbury?” Simon asked. He wasn’t planning to.

Daphne paused, smiled, and sighed. “I did. She was sunshine embodied. A couple of years older than me at school.”

That was what everyone said. Always nice, always kind.

“She did, however, have a mischief streak. She got caught a couple of times, sneaking into the Enchanted Woods to smoke.” Daphne laughed fondly. “Everyone did, back then, but it was always funny to see them get dragged back through the gates. Lucy always looked so smug when she did, though we couldn’t tell if she was proud or stoned.”

This was new. Always perfect Lucy Salisbury, adored by everyone, an average misfit. Like Simon, to an extent.

“And she was a fiend for mystery. One time, we caught wind of a Normal having snuck into Watford and hiding in the catacombs. Oh, she was down there every night trying to catch the bastard. It turned out to be nothing but a rumour, but she was dedicated. And— that’s right — she had every copy of Nancy Drew. Figures! We used to borrow them from her. She got the whole girls dorm hooked.”

Nancy Drew. His mother, a snoop.

Daphne turned the mixer on and let her ingredients combine, glancing around the room while she geared up to say something. Simon wished she wouldn’t, whatever it was. He didn’t want to stop hearing about the person Lucy had been.

“Basilton isn’t my biological son,” she reminded him. “When I met him, he was tiny and moody and upset that his father had replaced his mum. It made sense, of course. A child can’t replace a parent so easily.” She sighed. “I love him so dearly. Always have. As far as I’m concerned, he’s always been one of my babies. I never wanted to replace Natasha, because that’s impossible.”

She gently nudged his hand.

“You are my son-in-law. I don’t care that you’re not married, or if you never get married, or whatever. I will never claim to be Lucy Salisbury. Even so, I still love you as my son.” Her eyes glossed over. “You’re easy to love, frankly. You make my baby happy. So, if you need anything, or if you forget that at any point, I want you to know you can call me. Show up at the house. Track me down, I don’t care. You’re our family.” She stroked his cheek and smeared a tear against his skin. “Lucy is so proud of you, I just know it. The two of you are so alike. She loves you. Always.”

Simon held her hand to his face, not ready for her to pull away. She didn’t. Not until he’d cried as much as he needed to and the stand mixer was turned off. Daphne rounded the kitchen counter and hugged him despite his grime.

“Are you sure you want another kid to worry about?” He asked.

“I’ve had enough kids to know that I can handle it.” She kissed his forehead. “As long as you can forgive me for giving you a subpar birthday cake.”

[hilsonamore]

HI LOVIES

here’s a small little get to know me, since everybody’s doing it and i don’t want to feel left out-😔

BE KIND, ANY SORT OF BIGOT IN NOT WELCOME IN THIS BLOG!!!

Note: This is my personal blog full of HOUSE MD content, other hyperfixations and also personal rants. Mainly House Md stuff, though😵‍💫

I’m Vi, but you’re welcome to call me whatever you feel like suits me best✨ and my pronouns are she/her, they/them, but i prefer the latter :)

i’m a chaotic sapphic on the ace spectrum with a thing for unattainable old men i guess🤓

I BELIEVE IN ACE WORLD DOMINATION!!!

I love science and psychology and i want to become a doctor (and yes, i partially blame house for it, but it’s also because i have a mind-numbing curiosity that medicine manages to satisfy).

I love books and movies that rip my heart out, i love obsessing over shows and hyperfixating on one thing for a really long time, i draw and write poetry, i constantly play the same 3 songs on the guitar because i can’t bother to learn anything else, i hate listening to my music with other people because it just feels wrong, i bake cupcakes and cry a lot and i study hard and cry some more, i’m responsible but also pretty gullible, too sensitive for my own good and i value my alone time.

I’m an INFJ, overshare a lot, pretty perfectionistic but also prone to burn-out

currently obsessed with: preparing for my uni entrance exams in june to get into med school😔

Top 3 Favourite shows (in that order):

I) House M.D

II) Gilmore Girls

III) Friends

Top 3 Favourite movies:

I) Dead poets society

II) But i’m a cheerleader

III) Pride and Prejudice

Top 3 Favourite books:

I) A little life

II) Six of Crows Duology

III) Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe

Top 3 favourite songs:

I) punisher (copycat killer version) - Phoebe bridgers

II) good luck, babe! - chappell roan

III) cool about it - boygenius

Fandoms: House Md, Dead poets society, Stranger things, pjo , pride and prejudice, the owl house, a little life, harry potter + multiple others that i can’t remember right now

I love dark colours, the forest after the effects of rain, the smell of books and snuffed-out candles, Midnight comfort, soft lights and picture-covered walls, melancholic emotions and soulful music, the feeling of having achieved something, laying down and listening to my heartbeats, my best friend’s fingers playing with my hair, deep talks

I feel like an old, tired but also knowledge-thirsty soul in a world that values results over the pure enjoyment of the present moment (who am i to talk, i’m literally the biggest overthinker-)

Anyway, i’m tired, silly, have a lot to say, get morally outraged way too easily and dream bigger than what’s healthy (according to professionals, aka everyone)

DREAM BIG FOLKS, don’t let this mess of a world steal this private and sickeningly beautiful part of yourselves

Anyhoooo i adore anyone who’s reading this, don’t shy away from saying hi!!! Promise i don’t bite (well-)

[writerscafehub]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀: 𝐕𝐢𝐜

@sunflowersteves || @sunflowerstevesmain

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

3.5 bc I read an old fic the other day and I’ve improved soooooo much but there’s always room for improvement!

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? I feel like I’m really good at requests.

Sometimes I think it’s hard to imagine what someone is asking for, but as a daydreamer I feel like I can visualize it so well. 

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Famous authors include Toni Morrison, Stephen King (minus the cocaine💀), and Neil Gaiman. In the server, literally everyone inspires me all the time and is so so supportive. Some mutuals that I so aspire to write like are @moonlightprose, @fushic0re, @darkficsyouneveraskfor, @fluffyprettykitty

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

I would have to say first time (a carmen berzatto x reader) or broken hearts (eddie munson x reader). I think I really capture Carmen and Eddie’s characterization, especially how they would act in a relationship. Also, for sure my best angst. 

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

I’m a hyperfixation girly so the easiest are ones that I’m currently obsessed with (joel, miguel o’hara, etc.) and the most difficult are the ones that I still love but have fallen off the obsession wagon (Steve Rogers, geralt, din djarin, etc.) 

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Smut bc I’m a hoe ✨ also it’s been a year and joel miller wont leave my mind, so 

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

This has literally been on my WIP for over a year, but it has to be a notting hill AU with Sam wilson. I’ve been excited to write that for ages. 

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Marvel. I wrote a spider girl fic when I was in middle school lmao

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? jealousy fics and protective fics,,, yum 

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Prolly the divorce trope bc I get so mad at characters. 

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

It was a request but eddie munson x reader with a guitar head in the coochie and it was great.

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

I love poly fics! Love Stucky x reader and steddie x reader are my fav. they’re just so good. 

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

I usually have to listen to classical or lofi beats bc I’ll get distracted soooo easily. 

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

One shots 

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

As a certified day dreamer, absolutely. Any longer fic I’ve written, I literally day dream how it’s gonna play out. I did that a lot with ain’t no sunshine (joel miller x reader). 

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

I am so bad at angst and I would love to write action/violent fics but I always feel like I can’t describe it for the life of me. 

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

Someone commented that they turned my notifications on so that they could see when I posted the fic and that made me giggle and kick my feet. 

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

It’s currently a work in progress, but it’s a period smut fic. It’s not necessarily out of my comfort zone but more of I’ve never written a fic like that before. It’s for Miguel. I’m so ready 👀

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

tooth-rotting fluff 

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

I do not ❤️ 

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

I would die in literally every sci-fi or fantasy world that I love (star wars, game of thrones, lord of the rings, the last of us, attack on titan, etc.) so I’m gonna have to pick marvel. I’d have a fighting chance. 

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

tbh the hardest part for me is starting. Introductions tear me down every time rip. Sometimes, I just start in the middle because it’s so much easier. 

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

You pause, just for a moment. You could feel the adrenaline kick into your system, and a numbing pain flushed out your senses. The blood felt warm and sticky—prompting the sleepiness to feel calming, and it urged you forward into its safe surroundings. But then you felt it. Panic. Panic rose in your neck as you looked around for someone. Your hand darted out to try and find them, but your mind was starting to become blank from the fuzzy warmth of pain. Joel. You needed Joel. 

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

Ok listen, I wanna write so bad. The last fic I wrote was in March and I’m feeling that writing withdraw. My brain needs to get into hyperdrive so my fingers can type all day long. I have so many fics planned

[stvharrngton]

kinktober: day fifteen

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: mutual masturbation

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, both reader and steve masturbate lol

word count: 1.2k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @wheel-of-hyperfixation @mooonyweasley @steveshairspray

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

You stumbled through the door to your apartment, Steve in tow behind you. The party you had both been at long got boring, the guests dispersing one by one including you and Steve. The agreement to crash at your place already in motion.

The two of you lifelong friends, there was nothing you didn’t do together, nothing you didn’t know about each other except for one vital secret you both shared. The feelings you had for one another are unspoken.

You dragged the boy up to your bedroom, a gesture that wasn’t unusual, insisting that Steve stay in your bed with you whenever he slept over. Something about tonight was different though, something between the both of you felt new and exciting. It was probably the alcohol you had both consumed, boosting you confidence and releasing your inhibitions.

Steve perched himself on the edge of your bed, untying his shoes and working on removing his jeans as you did the same. Unzipping your skirt, you let the material poole around your feet, fingers curling around the hem of your shirt as you lifted it over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties.

You heard Steve suck a breath in through his teeth behind you, his gaze lingering on how your lace panties framed your ass perfectly. His eyes blew wide open as soon as you turned around. A smirk etched on your face once you saw the flustered look on Steve’s face, your eyes travelling down his body, unable to ignore the growing bulge beneath his boxers.

“What’s the matter, Stevie? Never seen a pair of tits before?” You teased, chuckling as you made you way over to him.

Steve’s cheeks grew red, fingers raking through his unruly hair, “What?! No, I’ve seen tits before. Plenty of tits,” he rambled on, the alcohol in his system lingering, “just— just not your tits.”

You’re not sure what came over you at this moment. Maybe it was the cherry vodka you’d been drinking or the way Steve and yourself stood in nothing but your underwear in the middle of your bedroom. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at you, eyes dark and wide, his jaw slack and hair wild.

Taking your place between the boy’s legs, placing your dainty hands on his broad shoulders, you made a suggestion. A suggestion you would never think about uttering in any other scenario besides a dream.

“Do you need help with that?” You asked, glancing down at his black cotton boxers, “I could help, I don’t mind, Stevie.”

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat as your words eventually registered, the premise of what you were suggesting spinning round and round in his mind. “What? Fuck— I don’t know,” he started, hands coming to rest on your hips, thumbs skirting over the skin, “are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” you replied, the certainty in your voice set Steve’s nerves at ease. You leant down to Steve, pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. “Why don’t you take those boxers off and lay back, hm?”

He did as you asked, watching with hazy eyes as his stiffening cock slapped up against his stomach as he laid back. You stopped yourself from letting a groan slip past your lips at the size of him, the ache between your legs intensifying.

“Touch yourself for me, Stevie,” you cooed, voice sultry and smooth, “pretend it’s a pretty girl.”

He scoffed at your teasing, debating whether to tell you or not that he would be thinking of you, and only you. Steve wrapped his fingers around his length now, stroking the shaft softly, almost teasing himself.

Steve was momentarily able to forget the situation he had found himself in, if not for the quiet exhale, that sounded a lot like a moan, he heard come from your direction. The sound snapping him from his daze, his eyes darting over to you.

And fuck, were you a sight to behold.

Your panties were pushed to the side, revealing your pretty little pussy to the boy. Your eyes fluttering closed as your fingers rubbed slow circles over your puffy clit. The straps of your bra had fallen past your shoulders, your bottom lip nestled snug between your teeth.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve groaned, the hand fisting his cock beginning to quicken in pace, his gaze locked on your cunt. Your pretty pussy glistening in the dim light of your bedroom, your quiet little gasps and moans going straight to his length.

“What’re you thinking about, Stevie?” you asked, lashes fluttering all innocently.

It spun around in his head, to tell you or not to tell you; that it was you, it was always you. Images of you swirling around his brain. But now he was seeing the real thing, it felt like a dream. What could he have to lose?

“You,” he blurted it out, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his gaze flitted up to your face momentarily, “I’m thinking about you, fuck, thinking about what that pretty pussy tastes like.”

You could only moan in response, always wondering what it would feel like to have Steve’s mouth on you in the right way. His lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue licking at you in all the right places.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and whimpers, the sounds of Steve’s groans and whines. He began to tug at his cock harder, faster, chasing that high as he watched you from across the bed.

“Babe, shit, can— can you put a finger in? Please?” Steve’s cheeks were red hot, his orgasm a fingertip away. His mouth hung agape as he squeezed at the tip of his cock.

You could only nod as you took your pointer finger and teased it at your entrance. Too drunk on pleasure and the way Steve was looking at you; it was lustful, almost animalistic.

Sinking your finger into your sopping hole, the sound of your soaked pussy ringing in Steve’s ears. You both groaned out at the pleasure you were causing yourself.

“Fuuuck,” Steve moaned, it was long and drawn out, “that’s it, just like that. God, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.”

You sped your finger up now, plunging it in and out of your cunt, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Yeah?” you managed to breath out, “Go ‘head and cum, Stevie.”

The boy didn’t need telling twice. His fingers gripped around his cock, pumping his length aggressively until he was crying out. “Oh, shit, oh fuckfuckfuck.”

It was music to your ears, a pretty song of high pitched whines and wails and Steve was like a painting. Rosy cheeks and wild hair, lips pretty and wet, his stomach and thighs tensing as he painted his stomach with his own cum.

You weren’t far behind, you had since removed your fingers from yourself as they came back to your clit, your four fingers together rubbing over the bundle of nerves. You let out your own string of moans, “Yesyesyes,” you mused through gritted teeth.

Steve was almost too fucked out to notice your own orgasm. Almost. His eyes shot open to watch you, your head rolled back in delight, stars consuming your vision as your back arched.

He made sure to make a mental note of that picture, a memory he remembers fondly every time he’s alone.

[blackestwhiteswan]

portal to my mind palace

intro!

hi i’m sophia!

♡⋆.࿐࿔

she/her

♡⋆.࿐࿔

gemini

♡⋆.࿐࿔

beatlemaniac

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fav musicians: amy winehouse, lana(obvi), the beatles(ringo and john are my favs), a tribe called quest, hole, the beach boys, the doors, beyoncé

fav movies: the dead poets society, princess and the frog, the godfather, la la land, a hard days night, back to the future, kill bill

hobbies/hyperfixations: the beatles, fashion, brazil, girl blogging, knitting, crocheting, female hysteria, rotting, pet sounds by the beach boys, art

top 3 albums atm

1. Back to Black by Amy Winehouse

2. A Hard Days Night by The Beatles

3. Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys

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dni: racist, homophobic, sexist, transphobic, or just a bigot

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i hope to make girly pop, coquette, lana del slay, manic pixie dream girl,friends with similar interests 🫶🏾✨🪷

[writing-for-life]

Sandman Master Post and Intro

Hi, I’m so glad you’re here! This started out as a small blog but has developed a horrifying (^jk) life of its own over the past two years, so it was about time I organised the links and tags to all my Sandman stuff for you to make it easier to find your way around.

I love getting asks, about analysis, about my fics, prompts or generally just to chat, so see this as an encouragement to slide into my inbox…

[For quick reference:]

[The Ultimate Sandman Character Tag Library]

[The Women of the Sandman Tag Library]

[Sandman Comics: Original Artists Library]

[Sandman Reread (Comics)]

[Sandman Rewatch (Netflix)]

[Sandman S2 News, Casting and Speculation]

[Sandman Reference: How to Collect the Comics, Companion Books, Annotations/Reference Literature etc]

[Sandman Movie Concept Art by Jill Thompson & John Watkiss]

[In Light of Recent Allegations]

Ordered by topics (recommended):

Sandman Meta-Analysis: My literary/conceptual/psychological analyses. I have also written some musical and art metas. You will find further links via all three.

The Sandman Book Club Community: Just follow the link if you’d like to join.

Sandman Fics & Poems: My own work, mostly m/f and f/f canon pairings and OCs, both long fics and shorter works.

I’m also Dream’s Therapist. I think we all agree he needs one.

Sandman Art (general tag that contains all art posts, from fan-art to gif-sets. Separate tag for official Sandman artists. Plus the very few pieces of my own art I’ve ever posted on here).

Sandman March Mania was an event we specifically ran for the comics art lovers, so check it out.

Sparkle Content Curation (a not-quite-serious collection of Dream/Morpheus thirst-trap fan-art and unhinged posts). Please also peruse the tags #contraceptive sparkles, #glitter herpes and #murphy and his cool hat (yes, I am sort of responsible for the #muhulhu tag on here) if this hell-site has left you in a state of being desperate for laughs

A Little Intro…

…and why this blog will keep on existing

Once there was a girl with so many words, so many images, so many songs in her head that had no place to go. So she decided some of them will just go here…

Well, that sounds a bit contrived, but it’s not entirely untrue. Apart from the “girl”-part, because I’m at the younger end of Gen X. Or the “no place to go”-part, because some of my work actually *did* go places. Just not the stuff I decided to put on here…

Which is mostly Sandman stuff right now, let’s be honest (I fell in love with it when I was 16, and it still has a tight grip on me three decades later). And the fact that my blog a wild mix between my metas, my fanfic and a bit of my doodling already shows the pull in different directions I have experienced for most of my life:

I guess I’m just a multi-hyphenate who can’t make up her mind what she wants to do with her life, so she tries to do it all and ends up burned out half of the time.

Somewhere along the way, I managed to publish a few novels under a pen name, and only a select few people know about it. And I intend to keep it that way.

I used to draw much more (mostly pencil and ink), but between working and having a family, something had to give, and if I have to choose, writing always comes first. But I doodle and experiment a lot in Procreate, and it usually helps me when I procrastinate on my writing. I drop the odd drawing in here (like my profile pic), but I don’t see myself as a fine artist, and I’m in perpetual awe of the talent I see on here.

This is just an account for unapologetically being me, with all my hyperfixations—and undoubtedly some pointless shitposts just for fun…

In light of recent happenings, I explained my personal stance and, by extension, why this blog will keep on existing.