#and when i reread it i was like “honey you needed a hug”

[steelthroat]

I will never be able to relate to any of the "animated movies that traumatized you as a child" tales like...

These are all movies I watched between 4 and 10 years old:

Lion king? Didn't shed a tear

Coralie? Fucking loved it

The bad guy from Roger rabbit? Dude I saw that movie thousands of times and I LOVED that bastard!

The pink elephant scene from Dumbo? Oh I've always been too mesmerized by anything that is animated to feel any sense of grotesque.

A bridge to therabithia? Sad but I was delusional and I thought Leslie was actually alive so I didn't suffer THAT much ( I cheated it isn't animated)

Taron and the black cauldron? That movie is such a masterpiece, I loved the villain so much, he was a SKELETON. WHO. WANTED. TO. MAKE. AN. ARMY. OF. UNDEAD. HOW COOL IS THAT!??!?!‽

The Russian animated movie of the Ice queen? I think I fell in love that day don't talk to me.

DUE TO BADLY LIMITED INTERNET ACCESS I EVEN WATCHED THE 1954 ANIMAL FARM ANIMATED MOVIE. YES THE ONE FINANCED FROM THE FUCKING C.I.A. AND I DIDN'T EVEN FLINCH

Zarafa was my Roman empire

the story of a seagull and the cat who taught her to fly didn't make me sad, it made me hopeful

The last unicorn made me want to fight God (I was bad at reading the room and understanding messages or match the emotional tone of most stuff I watched. Still am)

The painting(le Tableau in French) made me decide I wanted to be an artist. GOD PEOPLE SHOULD TALK ABOUT THAT MOVIE MORE IT'S FUCKING AWESOME.

Kirikou and the sorceress had such a positive impact on my still developing brain. I love that movie such a normal amount... (lying. I am NOT normal about that movie)

Watership down? Not even a twitch. I was fascinated

The suicide shop was grotesque alright... but again it didn't make me sad, made me reflect and I was fascinated by the main characters

The Triplets of Belleville: had a weird style and I didn't understand shit because I found it in French and I didn't speak French when I was 7 with unlimited internet access.

Plague dogs. I didn't understand a single word of English, in my mind the dogs made it to wherever they needed to go idc. (Now that I have watched it with an adult eye, it's rather depressing, but I'm choosing to be delusional, and so I'll keep the same opinion kid-me had. The dogs made it don't talk to me)

HOWEVER.

However... there was a movie that kind of- unsettled me. You may have gathered form the movies I named above that they are- unusual, and some of them should not be watched by a 4/10 years old kid.

BUT... I have always loved animated movies and from the moment I learned how to type on a keyboard I spent several afternoons opening youtube and looking for "complete animated movie free" optionally I also added "italian" but I didn't care to understand, animated images were enough to sate me.

So that faithful day when I was 8 or 9 and I pressed "search" and I saw a cat in the thumbnail and the title of that movie was "Felidae"... I thought I was in for a normal time okay????

BUT NO

I didn't understand ANYTHING. That movie was in Deutsch and I DID NOT SPEAK THAT LANGUAGE LOL. I STILL DON'T.

There were cats killing each others, there ewas a COUPLING. BETWEEN. CATS. In one of those scenes. ONE OF THE FRAMES WAS A DECAPITATED CAT WHOM FROM SOME CONTEXT I GATHERED WAS KILLED BECAUSE "SHE KNEW TOO MUCH"

And the death of the villain WAS BRUTAL. DUDE IT WAS PERPLEXING TO SAY THE LEAST.

Now- rewatching it out of curiosity in English and I k ow what the hell it was about, some things weirded me our more than they did when I was 8. That movie is... something???? Like yeah it's weird, it's violent, it has a cat sex scene in it. I don't even know what to say other than: "shit I guess....????"

Anyways I am so glad it didn't fuck me up big time lol. I mean I get why I didn't have many friends growing up because... YEAH? How many people were THAT level of obsessed with animated movies?????

[girlboypersonthingy]

Let’s make this adorable~ Sal Fisher x afab reader who’s all about romance. Loves cooking for him and sending him love letters through his locker. She’s just enamored by him and has to express it.

OOH OOOH OOOH!!! YES, LOVE IT. Gonna do some headcanons. I love this man endlessly 🩵

Sal x reader-Hopeless Romantic 💖

Cook for him and he’s gonna lose his absolute mind. He will go back for seconds even if he’s miserably stuffed already- just wants to show his appreciation

The only ppl who’ve ever cooked a meal for him is his mom and Lisa so it truly makes him feel so special and loved.

LOVES physical affection too! Hold his hand, link arms with him, kiss his prosthetic, hug him often- he loves it all.

He’s a bit self conscious and might be timid when showing you physical affection so feel free to take the lead! Initiate the touch first and he’ll become more confident and return the gesture ten fold!

Just don’t stop touching him okay? If anything, touch him more! As long as he has you in his grasp or can feel you hanging on him somewhere, he feels secure.

Plz plz plz leave him love notes everywhere and anywhere! Sticky notes on his gearboy, long thoughtful letters left folded up on his dresser, more sticky notes on his bathroom mirror about how gorgeous he is.

And he leaves them all in their respective spots, just letting you add more. He can’t stand to remove the notes, it hurts his heart a bit too much.

If you remove them yourself and replace them with new notes, he’ll actually probably cry at the loss of the old ones. Like 🥺

“you…threw them away? Why?”

“To make room for the new ones, babe! It’s fine, Sal, they’re just sticky notes.”

“No…no they’re not. They mean everything to me.”

Starts to remove them himself and saves every single one in a shoe box under his bed.

You bet your ass Larry teases him when he finds the box and starts digging through it all while Sal is absolutely proud and happy to go through it with him, rereading all your lovely poems and compliments.

Don’t be afraid to call him cute pet names or show PDA in front of his friends. He lives for that shit. Lowkey loves when Larry and Todd snicker and make faces at him after you kiss him or call him ‘honey’. He doesn’t care, it just makes him feel even more giddy and in love with you.

MIDDAY NAPS IN HIS BED WITH GIZMO CUDDLED BETWEEN YALL OMFG BEST SLEEP OF HIS LIFE

Kiss the inside of his prosthetic right in front of him and let him know it’s so he’ll always be able to kiss you even when you’re away from him

Bonus points if you wear lipstick so he can see the kiss mark before he puts his prosthetic on.

Imagine he takes it off later around Larry and Ash and both of them are like “uh, Sally, you got a little something…on your face.” And he’s sitting there with a dopey grin and blushing cheeks like “yeah, I know~”

GOOD LORD, when yall are alone, feel free to pull his prosthetic off and just go ham with the face kisses. You don’t even need to ask to take his mask off when it’s just you and him, just yank it off and make out with him already

Gift him stuff! Doesn’t matter what it is- could be a dozen fresh roses, a lollipop from the dollar store or a shiny rock you found on the ground while walking to his house. He’s like a crow, he’ll hoard it all no matter how small.

All in all, he loves having an ultra loving and affectionate partner, just give him time to warm up to it and he’ll gradually start returning the favors.

[seishirokitten]

He fucks for pleasure yes, everyone does, but Kunigami craves more than that. Needs more than that. He needs the intimacy, the soft touches, the breakfast the morning after, the late night calls on his away games where neither of you want to hang up so you fall asleep on the line. But his schedule didn't have time for a crush, let alone a girlfriend.

As they say drunk actions are sober thoughts and when Kunigami sends a Twitter dm after a long night out it makes dread sit in his stomach. His life was about to change he just didn't know if it was for better or worse.

Warnings: Dirty talk, praise and degrading, nsfw, dub con pro player Kunigami 26, wc 4k

"One more shot! One more shot! ♡" Bachira chants, bringing over the eighth round of the night. Barely finding room on the table littered with empty beer pitchers and low ball glasses.

"I don't know Meguruuuuu." Isagi slurs his concern despite how he reaches out for the small shot glass, "We've still got practice tomorrow."

"But we won! We're headed to the championships!" Voice brimming with cheer before he downs his shot with ease. No chaser or shudder for that matter. Honey eyes darkening dangerously, as if he was up to no good.

"We can afford to have a little fun." Bachira hums, taking Isagi's full shot from his hands after Yoichi gagged before even bringing it to his lips. Meguru swallows it down with ease.

"Oi! Oi! Your kinda fun always gets us in trouble!" Raichi barks, vein throbbing in his forehead. Still thick fingers grab his shot glass and downs it. The heat blooms in his chest and radiates out to his ribs before a tremor runs down his muscular back.

"Not true ♡!"

"Very true. Don't you remember last time? You almost got Chigiri-hime arrested." Kunigami comments, taking his shot quickly before taking a sip of his heavy handed drink. Kunigami could handle his alcohol, surely better than everyone at this table including the wild hornet with honeyed eyes. If you asked him he wouldn't say that he was drunk, just tipsy.

But that would be a lie.

Especially as his phone pings in his pocket. Large hands quick to find the lit glass winking with a notification banner for Twitter. His heart races as he opens it quickly, what were you doing up so late?

His auburn eyes glued to the screen. A picture of you in an oversized tee. It barely covered your thighs as you pulled it down cutely, making the fabric hug right to your breasts, little caption underneath "Can't sleep."

All he can imagine is that it's his tee and that this was a picture sent just to him and not for your fifty thousand followers to see.

Even pros had crushes and he had found you wholly by accident. Someone had liked one of your photos and he scrolled your page endlessly once he found you. Following and quick to turn notifications on. He never approached because reaching out over DMS, to Kunigami, was improper.

Cheesy and cheap.

The liquor warming his toned stomach would say otherwise. Controlling his fingers it seems as he hits the dm button all because of the next picture you posted. You lying down on your side on your soft bed, the shirt had ridden up just a bit. In the background he could see your closet and the large golden frame mirror that leaned against the wall.

He isn't sure if you've positioned your camera like this on purpose but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thankful. Your ass can be seen in the mirror just before the photo cuts off your legs, lace stretched over your plush cheeks and just barely your rabbit vibrator can be seen.

He slaps down cash onto the table and hardly says his goodbyes. Nose buried into his phone as he caught the train headed home.

His auburn eyes darken, the monster he normally let out on the field could more easily control Kunigami's limbs thanks to the liquid courage coursing in his veins. Thumbs flying across the screen as the warm glass without thought.

Typing out a long paragraph before hitting send. He doesn't even bother to reread it or check for errors. Instead he goes right back to that photo of you, the second one.

His drunk mind fueling his fantasy that you sent it just for him, only for him. You in one of his oversized black tees. Being flirty as you try to combat your insomnia. He lies down on his platform bed and zooms in on your ass.

His cock aches in his pants and he doesn't deny himself his desires. At least not tonight. Wrangling off his boxers as his hard cock springs free. Tip weeping and an angry shade before his large hand grips his girthy length. Swiping his thumb to help spread the pre before he roughly strokes himself. The wet sound of his arousal filling the small space of his bedroom, the warm and quick puffs of his breath make the room humid and he even lets out a few low groans.

He thinks about you using that pink vibrator he saw in the background. Thanks about you shoving it into your tight cunt and swallows thickly when he thinks about how it doesn't even compare to the size of his cock. How you'll get tears in your eyes from slamming the toy into yourself. How it doesn't compare to him and how he fucks you. How he holds you as he pounds into your tight heat. Making you cream his cock over and over and then he bet you'd have no trouble sleeping.

He's close, his heavy sac tightens and his cock twitches in his hand, he zooms out before zooming in on your pretty face. Seeing you like that, with a bit of a sleepy, needy look drives him mad. Makes him dig his heels into the mattress and thrusts up into his hand as he groans loudly painting his stomach with white hot ropes of his seed. The sound of a camera snaps and a message sent before his eyes become too heavy to keep open.

Body so relaxed and loose for once he doesn't even bother with a shower or putting his phone on the charger. Instead he falls asleep with his phone in his free hand.

A sharp sound blares in the bedroom, the sun bleeding in through his curtains as Kunigami's head throbs. He swallows thickly, his throat dry and his stomach twisted from having drank without eating.

Growling when he realizes what he did just before passing out, grimace pulling at his mouth as he realizes he slept through his first alarm giving him even less time to train before the usual practice today.

His phone at five percent and he shoves the charger in before he thinks about a shower but when the screen lights up the night comes back to him a bit more clear.

"Shit." He grumbles as he unlocks his phone, hoping he didn't do anything too stupid like heart your picture or worse yet retweet it. Shido had already gotten in trouble with PR for endlessly retweeting videos of his favorite only fans stars and the last thing Kunigami wanted was to ruin his reputation.

When he unlocks his phone a long walk of text stares back at him.

Pretty girl, did you tweet this out just for me? Or did you want everyone to know you play with that sloppy pussy like an unsatisfied slut when you can't sleep? Let Rensuke help you babygirl, let me take care of you. You're going to take that toy that you so badly wanted me to see and circle your tight hole for me. With how wet you are the tip is bound to slip but don't shove it in yet. I know you're desperate to be fucked but we've got to take our time. We've got to do it properly, so you can dream sweet dreams, pretty girl. You're going to do that until you're fisting the sheets, until you're begging me that you want it and then, slowly, you ease it in. Inch by inch until those rabbit ears are tickling your clit. I want you to turn it all the way up and let it sit there. Let your cunt get used to the size of the toy before you search for that sweet spot in your cunt. I want you to think about how full you feel right now. I want you to know that it's nothing to the stretch I'm going to give you when I split you on my cock. When I pull your hips closer to mine and look at that pretty ass, those lace underwear pulled to the side. You'll let me put my thumb to your asshole won't you? You'll be my good girl and let me spit onto it and slip it in? I know you will slut because you like to feel full. Do you have a plug, princess? You should put it in if you do and anytime you go out and think you'll see me. I don't want to have to hurt you when I shove it in. Now be a good girl and fuck yourself until you cum. No less than three times, then you'll be able to sleep nice and deep. Dream about me holding you tight, your cute nose to my chest.

Kunigami's stomach drops when he reads it, the filth he's spewed and to such a beautiful and nice woman. A woman he didn't even know and he lets himself fall to sit onto the edge of his bed when he sees the picture.

His abs and chest covered in his own cum, thankfully his face isn't in it but it didn't excuse the fact that now Kunigami was going to be a pervert instead of a hero. The message with it just as gross You've made such a mess.

He thinks he can delete the dm in time before you see it until he notices four letters under the message bubble that make his blood run cold.

R e a d

"Shit." He grips the nape of his neck, fingers grazing over the undercut before he rises. Not much can be done now so he gets ready for his day. Luke warm shower so it doesn't damage his skin or hair, a quick breakfast of a protein shake and his specially made coffee at the shop that was just across the street from his apartment.

The street is busy for the middle of the week, or maybe it's always been like this and Kunigami usually beats the foot traffic with how early he normally rises. A three hour delay in his schedule puts him in a bit of a sour mood and paired with the idea of ruining any chance in hell with his crush, despite knowing he was never going to reach out, didn't help matters.

He holds open the door for a few people before he slides in himself. Letting the freshly ground coffee overtake his senses as he waits in the short line. Grabbing his order from the far counter and when he turns, phone in hand to reply to Isagi saying he overslept, he bumps into a shorter woman.

"Oh doll, I'm very sorry. I-" He stops in his tracks, your purse in his hands and he looks into the woman's eyes.

Into your eyes.

Immediately his fair skin breaks out into a blush, deepinging in color from his throat as the blood rushes to his face. Your own cheeks heat as he passes you back your purse almost meekly. Your mind taking you back to last night.

To that message and how wet it had made you. How you're reminded of the princess plug in your ass when your cunt contracts at the sight of him up close. And how you start to soak your panties now.

You honestly hadn't meant for people to see your toy, your ass yes but your vibrator had been forgotten since it wasn't much use in helping you fall asleep.

At least it wasn't until you got those very clear instructions. You swallow thickly and murmur a soft it's okay before grabbing your purse and rushing for the door.

Your name shouted by the barista as you abandon your six dollar coffee in exchange for fresh air.

Kunigami Rensuke was so much hotter in person, he had been your soccer crush since he first started and now that he was a pro you figured he was well out of your league. That didn't stop you from buying his jerseys or even finding out what brand of shirt or the size so you could wear it to bed. You thought you knew everything there was to know about Rensuke but there was one thing you didn't know until today.

Kunigami Rensuke was right to tell you that the feeling of fullness wouldn't compare to him, especially not after seeing the subtle outline of him in his dark gray joggers.

But in your haste you've left Kunigami to stand in the middle of the coffee shop feeling as if he needed another shower from being such a nasty man.

Weeks had passed since Kunigami had drunk messaged you. The only bright side to the whole situation was the fact that you hadn't screenshot it or made some TikTok with a green screen and laughing about how desperate the soccer player was for pussy.

Not that he was, he hardly thought about it, not from lack of interest but mostly from lack of time. He's had a few one night stands here and there but he doesn't fuck just to fuck.

He fucks for pleasure yes, everyone does, but Kunigami craves more than that. Needs more than that. He needs the intimacy, the soft touches, the breakfast the morning after, the late night calls on his away games where neither of you want to hang up so you fall asleep on the line.

But his schedule didn't have time for a girlfriend. It was packed with training, running, and more games than he could count.

Especially now since they were in the last match of the extended season for the championships. The game was hosted at his home arena, the Tokyo stadium. Since it was the only pitch with seats big enough to hold the expected crowd thanks to the world cup qualifiers that were right around the corner.

He brings the towel over his face in frustration, the first half of the game did not go as planned. Everyone buzzing with a mix of agitation and aggression at one another while they collect themselves during half time.

People stretch and drink, getting in a decent head space to discuss the next plan and some even use the time to check their phones even though most of their feed would be filled with the dreadful reminder that they were in a 0-2 game. Kunigami kept his phone off during matches, it was distracting and the last thing he needed was some asshole on the sidelines tweeting at him to tell him how to play.

"Kunigami, you like that one girl on Twitter don't you?" Bachira smiles devilishly.

"What are you talking about?" Kunigami hisses as he tosses his dirty towel into the open niche. He hadn't ever mentioned you to anybody.

"Please, you hardly ever get notifications and when you do it's literally just this girls Twitter handle." Meguru turns his phone where Rensuke can see.

Auburn eyes going over the screen. You're in a jersey, the emblem obviously their team. It's the third kit with the special designs and before Rensuke can retort Bachira swipes the screen. You've got your back to the camera how, number bright and bold on your back as your matching nails point out to the name on the jersey.

K U N I G A M I

His heart starts to race in his chest, cock twitching as he realizes how much he likes to see his name on your back. How quickly he imagines you bent over clad in nothing but his jersey.

He swallows thickly as he reads the caption "You can do it, Rensuke! You're my hero!"

Fuck now he has to win. He can't disappoint his girl now can he?

No, he could never disappoint you. Bachira's smile goes wild as he watches Kunigami's monster come to life before him.

Within the first few seconds of the second half Kunigami scores a goal. Launching it right from the halfway point and the goalies fingers barely graze the ball.

A second time when he shoulders and bullies the ball away from an opposing striker, passing it to Bachira who takes it up the right wing. Keeping pace with him as Isagi brings up the rear. Bachira passes backward when the pressure is too much Isagi feints a shot before passing it straight to Kunigami who snuck his way past the defense line and sinks the goal into the upper right corner.

Kunigami brings his hand to cup behind his ear and instantly the crowd chants.

"HERO! HERO! HERO!" His rich amber eyes scanning the crowd behind the opposing goal and when he sees you jumping and screaming he becomes that much more determined to win this tied game.

Kunigami barely avoids yellow cards and heads balls out of bounds for corners and when he's standing in the wall for free kicks.

Shoving past players with ease as he starts to get to his sweet spot on the pitch, less than a minute left of stoppage time. The referee bringing the whistle to his lips to ready the signal of the end of the game before Kunigami slams the ball into the goal. Sending it with enough force that it knocks the goalie into the net earning Rensuke his hat trick and the team their win.

He points to you keeping eye contact before he comes up to the wall. Moving security out of the way and motioning you to him with his finger. Once you're at the edge he lifts you up and takes you from the screaming and jeering crowd. Carrying you princess style through a tunnel to head towards the under belly of the stadium uncaring that the entire world could probably see.

He finds the closest bathroom, flicking the deadbolt to locked before his tongue is in your mouth. Teeth gnashing and competing with the adrenaline in his blood. The high of his win was good and was going to help him fuck you throughly, like you deserve. Pressing you against the cold sink.

He pulls away just long enough to strip you of your jersey before he's shoving his over your head, he could paw at your tits later for now he needed to see his damp jersey swallow your frame. The one you had was cute, form fitting and stretched over your tits but his.

God it made his throat dry, you looked so fucking pretty, in his jersey that was almost past the length of your skirt. Quick to flip the fabric up and hide it under his jersey before he openly groans when he sees those lace underwear and something bright pink winking at him. In his haste his fingers pull too harshly at the delicate fabric and it tears in his grasp.

"Kunigami!"

"Rensuke." He corrects, slapping your ass hard enough it leaves a welt that he tenderly leans over to kiss, "I'll get you new ones, princess. I'll take care of you."

Pressing his thumb to the bright jewel plug that he pulls apart your cheeks to see better.

"So you did want to see me again?" He slowly pulls and pushes at the toy, "Huh wanted me to use you as I saw fit?"

You give a shy nod in the mirror and he growls with delight, quick to yank his shorts and boxers down just enough for them to sit under the swell of his ass. Taking his lengthy girth and gliding himself through your slick folds. He grunts, satisfied with how sticky you were for him.

"Me scoring goals makes you wet, princess?" He asks, circling your entrance with his fat tip. Sure to press it against your puffy clit just to watch you jolt. Over and over until tears are quick to come to your eyes and you look at him in the mirror. The whole time he's been looking at you, watching your face make such cute expressions and the pretty moans that escape your throat make him that much more under your spell. Your eyes following the plans of his chest and abs that still has sweat from the game following the harsh lines of his body.

"Please, please Rensuke, please stretch me." You buck against him, hoping to force him in but he chuckles.

"So impatient." He sighs, leaning over and kissing your shoulder, the tip just sitting at your fluttering entrance, "I'm just taking care of you."

Sweat from his hair drips onto your shoulders as his free hand comes to rest at the small of your back to get a nice arch. Splayed wide and made you feel so small before he slowly sinks it in. His eyes now glued onto his jersey. On his name across your shaking shoulders as you're already struggling to take him. The stretch is a pleasant burn and he pushes you into a better arch.

"You're taking me so well. Such a good girl." He praises, staying still to let you adjust. For your fluttering cunt to feel just how full he made you.

Starting with a slow cant of his hips before his pace increases each time his eyes flicker to his name. Now fisting at the jersey and bruising grip at your hip and he thrusts into you harshly.

Hard enough you struggle to keep your forehead from bashing into the mirror, as you watch his brows furrow up, feel his cock jump in your cunt and you squeeze harder. Hoping you'll make a mess and he'll paint your cunt a pretty shade white.

Kunigami groans as he watches himself disappear into your impossibly tight cunt, sucking him back in and each time he pulls away the creamy ring at the base of his cock gets wider. Grabbing onto your shoulder so he can sink himself deeper as the coil in your stomach grows. Your moans echoing off the walls of the bathroom mixing with the slick sound of your sloppy pussy.

He hits that spongy spot just right and suddenly you see stars, knees giving away under the weight of his thrusts as you cum on his cock. Wetting his balls with your dripping arousal as they slap against your sensitive clit making you cum again. Your clenching causes his eyes to roll into the back of his head, bringing his hand to your throat so he can gently tilt your chin to face him.

His auburn eyes soften as he gazes at your face, his favorite part about you. Your lips, your cute nose and your eyes, god your eyes pulled him in like a siren at sea.

Making his hips move erratically when you don't break eye contact. When you fight to keep it in the mirror before he groans loudly, fucking you through another oragsm and now his own as hot spurts fill you. Whining even when he accidently overstimulates himself as he can't stop from pushing himself into you before he finally stills.

Panting but leaning forward to turn your face to him, kissing you with a fervor unmatched while your head spins with emotion and pleasure. He waits to pull out until you're no longer fluttering around him.

You've had a quick fuck before but nothing like this.

A moment passes and suddenly Kunigami is feeling guilty again, quick to pull out and grab tissue paper to gently wipe your dribbling cunt. Fixing your skirt back to how it was before he tucks himself away.

You don't move, still pressed into the cramped bowl of the sink and he allows himself a small sliver of hope. Pressing his large body over you once more, lips at the shell of your ear.

"You'll let Rensuke take care of you, princess?" He says it so softly with such earnest and almost innocent desire that you turn to face him. Searching his eyes for a lie and when you find none your heart races. Beating faster and harder than it ever has before as you accept his sly way of asking you out.

"I couldn't ask for a better hero to save me."

He kisses you gently, smile felt in his lips and when he pulls away he gently turns you to make sure nothing is on your skirt. Grabbing for discarded jersey to hold for you. Stopping at the door, hand at the small of your back to guide you before his lips are at your ear again.

"We'll have a shower at my place, take out and then I'm going to help you sleep real good tonight sweetheart. No one's gonna see you post that toy ever again and I promise I'll buy you coffee in the morning."

@kingkunigami thank you for always letting me send thots in your dms 😂 @meggsngrits your tag as per your request bb.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Hello! I just reread when Eve is told she'll have a baby brother, it is so, so, so, so cute! Can I ask, how do you think Jake reacted when Honey told him she is pregnant? How was Honey about the whole reveal?

Well, how do I put this--the planning skills of Jake and his Honey are not...phenomenal. Much like our Eve, the son (also known as Little Man) was accidental. Now, being caught off guard by an unexpected pregnancy again (!!!) takes Honey for a trip, and she suddenly gets some odd--almost ptsd-like feelings--about the thought of telling Jake. The last time she was faced with the decision of to tell or not to tell, she chose not to tell and left, and while she would never do that again, she feels that same anxiety creeping up on her. But she's obviously going to tell him because he's her husband and they share a daughter, and she knows she has to do it sooner rather than later.

Jakey-boy, though. He knows his Honey has been off for a week now. She's acting all strange and they haven't had sex and that makes zero sense to Jake. So he observes for a while, and then one day he starts to see it. She's in the kitchen and she stumbles a bit. She'd have fallen forward against the counter but she places her hand between her stomach and the marble in an act of protection. That's the first cue. Others follow until he just knows.

It's the same day Honey plans to tell him the news that Jake blurts out before bed, "You're pregnant." There's a moment of silence, doe eyes from the unexpectedness of the statement, then tears. Honey nods and Jake rushes over and crumples to his knees, hugging her hips and resting his head against her stomach. It's all precious and adorable, and there's sex and kisses and 'I love yous' because that is what they need and deserve.

[makeyoumine69]

helloo, i had a friend recommend you to me because i wouldn’t shut up about bateman <33 now i think i’ve reread most of your work more than once, it’s oddly comforting 😭

anyways

id love to see you write something with a more insecure flat chested fem reader! i feel like just maybe patrick can be wholesome, in his own lewd little way 🙏

(also maybe using “Dear” as a pet name <33)

even if you don’t do this, i hope your doing well and i look forward to whatever you do in the future! keep up the good work 🫀

Hello, honey! Thank you so much for your support, I think I'm as obsessed with Patrick as you are! :D I hope you like this prompt! *big hugs* 🖤🤞

No matter how hard you tried to hide your insecurities about your breasts, Patrick could read you like an open book.

Frustrated, you sat on his lap and watched his favorite horror movie with him. He would gently stroke your cheek and make you turn your face to glance at him:

"What's wrong, dear?"

"Nothing." You would mumble, looking into his hazel, captivating eyes. 

His lips ticked with deception as he knew you were hiding something from him. Tenderly, Bateman ran his long fingers down your neck, tickling your soft skin a little, your toes curling instantly at his sudden touch.

"Patrick," you gasped quietly as he covered your lips with a soft kiss, his palms slowly cupping your small breasts, but you stopped him decisively and moved his hands away. "Please, don't -"

"Why? They're gorgeous, baby," he groped your tits again, more sensibly this time, causing you to bite your lower lip as his digits outlined the shape of your small tips. "I want to taste them. Will you let me taste them, sweetheart?"

Panting, you just nodded in response before throwing your head back as his hot lips found their way to your clavicle. Damn, his arms were so strong while his palms were so big, covering your boobs so easily, you didn't have a chance to resist. Leisurely, Patrick took off your shirt. Then he planted a wet kiss on the hollow between your breasts, making you instinctively hug his neck to hold him closer.

"A-a-aw! Patrick," you squirmed around his knees, dipping your fingers into his brown hair. "Do you think I need breast implants?"

Bateman suddenly stopped, gave you a deadly stare, and then pulled your bra down rather roughly, tugging on both of your nipples with undisguised crave.

"Mm-hhm, oh my Gosh!" With a loud moan, you clung to his broad shoulders as you searched for support, your body already sinking into an ocean of pure bliss.

"So delicious," Patrick purred against your sensitive skin as he sealed his plump lips around your taut little tip, swirling his tongue around it, savoring every little sound that erupted from your rapidly rising chest. "Such a perfect girl."

Embarrassed, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, his sensual ministrations setting you completely on fire, to the point where you were afraid of soaking his pants.

"Darling, don't hide from me, I want you to watch me play with these beautiful tits." He growled in a raspy voice, and its vibration sent tingles through your lower abdomen.

"Patrick!" You mewled as you looked down at him, his dark eyes alluring you, and you melted at the way his mouth devoured your engorged nipples as he took both of them at once.

You lost it irrevocably as you felt his white, sharp teeth nipping at your taut peak. There was even something animalistic about the way he did it, but that only added fuel to the flame, because now you didn't have any thoughts about your imperfection.

With him, nothing could stop you from falling into the abyss of pure passion and love.

I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update! 🖤

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi Cas!!!

Recently i wrote a poem and decided I loved it and send you an ask with it 2 days ago but i think it got lost or smth.

Little backstory here so I live in a family full of artists and very creative people so sharing my work always made me self concious since I always compared my work with theirs. Turns out I also have a problem with openly sharring my work with others which is a bit of a problem considering I need to do share my work for school. Because of that I've decided to share my poem with someone cause I'm really proud of it but I also want someone to tell me their honest opinion/feedback. So here it is I guess??? Also english is not my first language so sorry if there s any mistakes 🦖

Earth breaking beneth my feet

Hands holding my arms

While pushing me down

Sinking into the ground

Divine paintings flashing before my mind

Their meanings going up my mouth

Watching me choke down all the noble words

Blocking their way out

Only to laugh

As the Devil listens to all the broken sounds

Coming from my eyes

Crimson tears staining my cheeks

Honey dripping from my lips

Straight into a vase near my feet

Angles are gathering the golden liquid

Collectiong memories I missed

Reminding me things I did

That are straining my guilt

People I left forgoten

Are sitting faceless

Waiting for my jugement

God is listening to everyone

Except for me

As I bleed out on a light floor in front of him

Staining red everything I could see

While room fillds with blood

That's comimg from my wounded heart

Drowning me

Ending my tortures

While our outstanding preformance goes on

The capitol's laughing

The kids are dying

But why do I care?

About them when I'm away

Maybe these scary meaningfull portraits

Maybe paintings that left me empty

Are happening somewhere on Earth

Someones mother is dying

But all we do is drink honey

Someones child is fighting

But all we do is play a song

Song of Army Dreamers

And say 'scary things happened years back'

While ignoring the fact

That those things are also happening now

Somehow I made a poem about war with my religious trauma, Kate Bush reference and few Crimson Rivers references. Thats cute. When im rereading it now it seems a bit silly and kinda looks like i tried using 'big words' but i still love it.

Also the way you ate up last Caledenstine(HOW TO WRITE THAT????😭) chapter??? Ate and left no crumbs? Yessir. I support Regs rights and wrongs even if his wrongs are treaky(?) sometimes and make me want to hit him with a paper (just jk i would probably hug him and then make him some good soup)

Losts of love for you and your wife and your cat(s) (pretty sure you have a cat or two but maybe im mixing people???? Prolly should go to sleep but this was more important for me?????) Hope your sleep shedule is better then the rests of the fandom tho you are a teacher, an ao3 writer and a trumble user so its probably not the best while school year but still! 💃All the best ❤️

Hi hon!!! Your original ask was actually next on my list lol but I'm responding to this one because you added some things.

Damn, that ending though.

And say 'scary things happened years back' While ignoring the fact That those things are also happening now

This is SO real, and so poignant. You absolutely should share this with others, it's a very powerful poem. I love the imagery you have throughout. Please don't compare your work to others- art is supposed to be unique, you know?

hahah yeah Reg is in his Rep Era rn I feel. I'll not elaborate more.

My sleep schedule is...well it's 12:30am and I am not planning on sleeping for a while, as I need to edit and then post the next chapter. By the time this ask is posted (I'm scheduling it) the next chapter should be out! yay, summer?

Sending you all the love!

[wings-of-ink]

Hello! I went to sleep while finishing GC so naturally I had dreams abt it and some random questions- would you ever consider adding character descriptions for a Trans MC? (I know this is more work for u so feel free to ignore jus curious).

Also on that note I wanna add that the naming scene did in fact make me cry, I know it’s not the internet to be trans coded but- it just struck a cord with me- jus the fact that I got to choose my name and my fathers were happy for me🥲😭🙏🏼a whole box of puffs+ gone in one sitting. I can’t express how much I LOVE Da and Papa, they’re my Roman Empire I love them so much. They’re just so loving and accepting 🥲I wanna hug them

Speakin of characters I’d like to hug- Will we still be able to dig deeper into Zahns backstory even if we don’t romance them? Bc…I just…I wanna drag them back home far FAR from their Sect and just love them (platonically) forever. I wont deny tho I’m just very curious about their cult and like…wtf is going on there 👀

Ok this is already too long I’ll leave it at that💞gonna go reread this masterpiece now.

(Side note your description of the honey cakes made me wanna try them so I’m currently looking for recipes 🕺gonna eat them while I reread)

Have the loveliest day!

Sincerely,

-Oswin obsessed anon

Hello my dear!

First off, that is very sweet and I am loving that you dreamed about it!

I had wondered about making something of the sort, but like you said, it adds to an already complex system. My thinking when I did the character creation as it is was that, at least in this world, whoever you are - you just are. That's kinda how I see myself because I've always been in a grey area for my own identity. So, I just am. That's why I didn't enter any sort of specified option for transitioning.

I don't know if anything like the Trans descriptors will be in the game. If I did them, I'd want them to be at least meaningful. So, I won't say no, and it's something I'll take to heart when I consider the scope of the project.

I am thrilled that the naming scene was meaningful for you. I think I know how you feel there.

If I could magic any two people from my IF to life, I would probably go with Papa and Da, lol. Sorry to the RO lovers, but the world needs these daddies!

You will definitely see more of Zahn's backstory even if you don't romance them. Each RO will have that sort of baggage and you will be able to "try before you buy" so to speak. I haven't decided how deep that will go or how those will change depending on if they are romanced or not. I'm considering designing it so that you would need to romance them to get the entire scope of their background, problems, and such and help them find some sort of closure during their route. Zahn will start opening up more before you know it though!

Not to worry about a long ask - I love reading! Lol

I actually found a honey cake recipe that I wanted to post with a future update for chapter 3! But I'll pop it in here for you in case you want it. It's a bit fancier than what would be available to the MC's family, but it would be delectable. This chef is my all time favorite as well. Love the way he talks and his silly puns. I use his methods and recipes a lot and they never fail.

I hope your day is also lovely, Anon! Thank you for dropping in! ^_^

[unknownteapot]

This ask might be kind of long heads up in advance!

For starters, Hi! I hope you're doing good! And happy late birthday btw + happy pride month 🗣

I've read 'a future with us' like 3 times now and I dont think I can get sick of it omg. The references to you're other fics/on camera Amangela moments are just too good and when I saw you upload i was practically bouncing off the walls, and I was not disappointed one bit.

ALSO THE SEALS UGH OMG

I feel like there's nothing better than the 'do you think we're together in every universe' thing, especially with Amangela. I think it's the whole irl platonic soulmates thing they got going on that makes the rpfs 10× better.

The way you write them though especially just makes me so damn happy when I read your stories 🫶 Definitely gonna need to go in a reread binge of your fics here soon :)

Anyways, done with my fan girling ramble, thank you for your time lmao and for the fics!

hiii <3

i will not lie, this made me tear up.

just the fact that you took time out of your day to type this out and like. just sometimes im in disbelief things i write actually like resonate with people? or are interesting? i dont know. it's so hard to comprehend but also i'm so glad i'm here in this fandom where we all share this love for talented women who are honestly feeding us like crazy recently. thank you so so much for reading and for sending in this ask!!!

and about the 'in every universe' part- you're so so right, it's so amangela, i think that's why i love writing it so much. like that one moment where angela turns to amanda with "a soulmate can be a friend" and they just immediately hug is so pure and fuels me with undying inspiration to write those two. (in addition to all the other crazy shit they pull. like amanda reposting the tincoffee artwork to her story with 'it begins' like it begins??? honey it began with 'we could kiss and go missing'. it began with you wanting more amangela edits. it began with sword af. it's been happening. it never ends. and i hope it stays that way 😌😌)

anyway, thanks for reading my fics and being an awesome moot <3 have a great day!!! HAPPY PRIDE Y'ALL 🌈🌈

[skyloftian-nutcase]

The Haunting Past (LU in Healthcare)

PLOT CHAPTER! :D You ready for emotional whiplash because I threw a snippet in there too?! Woot woot for wretched pacing but I don't care because I do what I want with this insanity LOL

(Click here to read on AO3)

Time stared at his phone.

Time Time Sky’s back He’s back and he’s ok

TIME TIME OH MY GOSH TIME IT’S SKY WARS AND I FOUND HIM HE’S ALIVE AND HE’S OK AND WE’RE HAVING ICE CREAM YOU GOTTA COME HERE LIKE NOW ASAP STAT STAT STAT ARE YOU LISTENING LOOK AT YOUR PHONE DAMN IT AND DON’T SAY “NO SWEARING” ORWHATEVS OK LIKE IT’S SKY

“Honey? What’s wrong?”

Taking a shaky breath, Time slowly sat on the sofa. He… didn’t really have words to say. The messages were from last night – he’d silenced his phone for dinner with Twilight and hadn’t bothered checking it until this morning.

Sky was alive?

“Link?” Malon prompted, sitting beside him.

He looked so worn thin, yet his smile shone just as brightly as always.

“Thank you,” Sky said, leaning in for a hug.

Time held him gently so as not to jostle his healing injury. “You’re welcome. Go to the barracks and get some sleep, Sky, some real sleep, okay? They shouldn’t be letting you on a helicopter anytime soon anyway. Enjoy the rest.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

Except he hadn’t. He never saw Sky again. No letter, no text, no explanation whatsoever. Sky had been released from the hospital after his wound and then he’d just vanished.

Time reread the texts and felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Sky?” Malon whispered as she looked at his phone. “I’ve heard that used as a nickname… you talked about him, a pilot from the war – one of your Lost Boys, right? You said he’d died.”

“I thought he must have,” Time muttered.

The couple sat in silence, and then Malon gently laid a hand on his shoulder. “Honey, this is amazing. You should reach out to them and see if you can find him.”

He thought he’d come to grips with everything. Sky had disappeared two years ago, after all.

Shakily pressing on the phone, he dialed Warriors’ number, but when he didn’t get a response, he remembered that Warriors was working today. Wind was in class, he knew that much.

That meant the kid would absolutely be goofing around on his phone.

Nugget, I need to know what happened. How did you find Sky? Where is he?

It took less than five seconds to see the little speech bubble appear, and he waited.

he said he’s staying somewhere close and works in the area

isn’t that crazy??? So cool

like I can’t believe he’s here!!!!!!

u want his #? I made him give it to us

“Yes,” Malon immediately said when Time hesitated. “Honey, come on, you should reach out to him!”

When Time still didn’t speak or type, Malon brought her energy down a little and hugged him instead.

This was just… overwhelming.

“I’ll make some breakfast. Take your time.” Malon finally said softly, kissing him on the cheek and heading for the kitchen.

Time sat still, alone and silent. And then, finally, he typed, Yes.

The doorbell rang, distracting him before Wind could reply, and he plopped the phone on the couch, filled with both anxiety and anticipation. Taking a steadying breath, he went to answer the door so Malon could keep cooking. He imagined… he imagined Sky’s number would be available once he got back to the sofa.

So what would he do? Call him? Text him? Do anything at all?

Why had Sky disappeared without a word if he was still alive? Did he not want to talk to them? None of it made sense. Sky was gentle and sweet, though far more mischievous than people realized, but he wasn’t cruel.

Shaking his head to focus on the moment, Time opened the door.

And saw Sky standing on his porch.

The pair stared at each other for an eternity. Time couldn’t even quite process who he was looking at. The always sleepy teenager had grown into a young man, more muscular yet more worn, smooth young face carrying traces of worry and stress, held heavy in the dark circles under his eyes. His jaw was set tightly, muscles pulled and stiff. His posture was rigid and tall, like a soldier, but holding a tension of anticipation, a defensiveness for a blow that hadn’t yet been struck. His brow was crinkled together, so obviously conveying anxiety.

The morning doves cooed gently as a breeze blew. The surrounding nature brought Time back to reality. He started to take a small step forward when Sky’s breath caught a little too sharply. His entire being screamed an apology, and Time could only fathom what it was for.

Sky’s eyes began to water, and he swallowed hard.

Time reached forward and dragged him into a hug.

XXX

Hyrule entered the bar, breathless and excited. He had just gotten off another 48 hour shift and he was ready to unwind with his friends. Four had mentioned that Legend brought a new friend along. Hyrule had heard about him the last time he’d been in the emergency department, but he hadn’t had the chance to meet him yet.

Catching sight of Four, he smiled and made his way to the table where his friend was sitting. Everyone was still in their scrubs, making Hyrule feel a little better about only changing his duty shirt so he wouldn’t be seen in a bar in his uniform. Four had his colorful hoodie on that he always wore outside of work when weather permitted (and the cold rain outside certainly permitted it), while Legend had a light blue beanie covering his blonde hair and then was in his usual crimson scrubs. There was a third person at the table, a blonde man in forest green scrubs with perfectly quaffed hair and a chiseled jawline. His eyes quickly snapped to Hyrule before the paramedic had even gotten within a few paces of the table, and their intensity made him a little nervous all of a sudden.

Four noticed the new guy’s scrutiny and followed his gaze, smiling in recognition. “Hey, Hyrule, you’re—”

Four’s smile turned upside down as he scrutinized Hyrule. “You’re soaking wet.”

Hyrule shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t expect the rain.”

“Where did you park?” Four asked skeptically. “Is it raining that hard?”

Hyrule fumbled for an answer hastily. “O-oh, I—not far, I—I decided to bike today.”

“You bike?” Legend questioned.

Hyrule smiled, elated and proud. “Yeah! I just got the bike last week!”

“Well look at you, being all healthy,” Legend snarked with a smile. “Come over here and sit down already, you’re being weird just standing there.”

Hyrule chuckled bashfully and made his way to the table. The new guy smiled in welcome, and his face and eyes warmed. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Warriors. You must be Hyrule?”

Hyrule nodded, smiling politely. “Yes, that’s right. Are you on in the STICU with Four?”

“ED,” he answered, sipping his drink.

“So how was your day?” Four asked the pair of emergency nurses.

“I got pissed on by a patient,” Warriors said dryly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss getting blood all over me from my trauma soldiers.”

Legend snorted, crossing his arms and smirking. “Welcome to civilian ER life.”

Hyrule gasped in realization. “You served in the military?”

Warriors nodded. “I was an army nurse and a soldier before that.”

“Were—did you serve during the civil war?”

Warriors’ smile grew a little strained, and he nodded.

Hyrule dropped it after that, sensing the change in atmosphere. “Well, I’m a paramedic! It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, yeah, nice to meet the pretty boy,” Legend said dismissively, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, my day was great, had a DKA patient whose sugar was like nine hundred and then we got priapism guy again.”

Hyrule groaned. “Again? You’d think he’d learn after the first time.”

“Nope!” Legend quipped, cackling. “He’s gonna lose it if he isn’t careful.”

Everyone at the table shuddered. Hyrule looked at Four. “What about your day?”

Four shrugged good naturedly. “Not bad. My patient actually walked today and pain management was great, nobody called the behavioral response team and nobody got punched.”

Warriors propped his chin on his fist, bottle already empty. “Head injury patients are a beast.”

Four nodded sagely. “No kidding. So what brought you to Hyrule Hospital?”

Warriors shrugged. “Looking for a change of scenery. Friend recommended I come here after I left the army.”

“Yeah, get this,” Legend interjected, pointing to Warriors. “He and Time are old war buddies.”

“Time? Really?” Hyrule asked. He’d met the trauma surgeon a handful of times by now since Four and Legend were more familiar with him. He seemed very wise and kind, but also mysterious. Time didn’t talk about himself or his past; he asked others about themselves and talked about work, and by the end of the conversation Hyrule would leave and realize he hadn’t really learned a thing about the man. He never knew Time had been in the army.

Warriors nodded, his eyes warming at the mention of the surgeon. “Yes, he’s the one who recommended I come here.”

“What part of town are you settled in?” Legend asked. “I’ve got the whole city mapped out, so I know all the good spots in town for food and shopping and the like.”

“Northern side of town, Seer District.”

“Of course you’re in the swanky side of town,” Legend commented with another roll of his eyes.

“Well what about you?”

“Lorule District.”

Hyrule headed for the bar as the group chatted about different places in the city, smiling cheerfully at the lady behind the bar. “Hey Telma!”

“Hey, honey,” Telma greeted warmly before frowning. “You’re soaked to the bone.”

Hyrule chuckled, his shoulders rising in embarrassment. “Yeah. It’s okay, really.”

Thankfully, the barmaid didn’t push. Sighing and shaking her head, her smile returned as she asked, “The usual?”

Hyrule nodded eagerly, and happily accepted the glass of milk that Telma offered before skipping back to the table to rejoin his friends.

XXX

Twilight sighed in contentment as the fire crackled. Both he and Wild were off work for the next couple of days, and they’d decided the outdoors was far preferable to the ratty motel they’d been staying in.

Being new to the area, Twilight didn’t know the surrounding vicinity as well, but Wild had explored both the entire city and the wilderness around it.

“Camping was such a good idea,” Twilight remarked, leaning against a tree.

Wild hummed cheerily, belly full of some soup they’d packed along. “Maybe we could just live out here? Beats the motel.”

“It took us an hour and a half to drive out here. You want that commute?”

“I’ve heard of people driving that much from their homes!”

“Where are we going to shower?”

Wild squinted at the fire. “Pretty sure there’s a stream somewhere…”

Twilight laughed. “I’ll pass on that, heaven knows what’s in the water. I’m down for camping on our days off, though.”

There was a comfortable pause, and then Twilight’s curiosity got the best of him. “How did you find all these places, anyway? Have you just… been homeless for most of your life?”

Wild sighed and shrugged. “I got here with little recollection of how. Didn’t have much to go off of, either, so I made do.”

Twilight sat up a little more, growing confused and concerned. “What do you mean you don’t remember how you got here?”

“No here,” Wild said, motioning at the campsite they’d made. “I mean, like, bigger here. Castle Town. All that.”

“You just… woke up in Castle Town one day and didn’t know how you got there?”

“No,” Wild answered. “I woke up in a… I woke up somewhere else and didn’t know how I got there. All I knew was I needed to get out. And I kept going and going, and most transportation leads here, so I got off the bus here and started turning it into my stomping grounds.”

Before Twilight could ask anything else, Wild turned the conversation to him. “How about you? What brought you to Castle Town?”

Twilight shrugged. “Needed a change.”

The pair was silent, neither willing to make eye contact or elaborate on what they had said. Then Twilight chuckled. “Look at us. Let’s talk about something else, the important stuff: do you like dogs, cats, or both?”

Wild shrugged. “I’m kind of meh to all of them.”

Twilight gaped. “What what?!”

“I don’t know, I mean I’ve run into the city’s stray cats a million times over and they’re feral as hell,” Wild shrugged. “The dogs too, honestly. Best to just avoid them.”

“Unbelievable,” Twilight muttered. “We need to work on this.”

[nereidprinc3ss]

i am seriously so in love with the way you write. i am always so immersed in your stories like i swear as cliche as it sounds it feels like i’m away in another world whenever i read them like the imagery is so powerful and it feels like every word is handpicked with the utmost care and everything fits together so perfectly. i’m able to be in awe of your skill as a writer when i read certain phrases or certain words you use (encased in an amnion???? like i’ve never seen that word typed out in a non academic setting who even does that seriously 😭 like i genuinely think you are the coolest person ever) while still being enraptured by the story and that in itself is a testament to you as a writer because nothing seems out of place and it really just adds to the experience. you express emotions so so well too it’s insane i wish i had the vocabulary to say more than that i’m also a bit sleepy right now so that doesn’t help but. i can picture everything in my head and my heart when i read what you write and that is soooo special and incredible to me!!! lava lamp has become one of my favorite fics by you i don’t know what it is but i love it and i know i’ll be rereading it so much in the future. also it was crazy self indulgent like i love when you write spencer saying honey and also how you always incorporate him rubbing her back i love it i will never not love it i could go on for days and days

sleepy 3 am ramble but i couldn’t wait to send this after reading it soooo here we are. sending u hugs and kisses lovely girl 🧸

GODDDDD i appreciate you so much omfg i swear if u were the only person reading my writing i would do it just for u i feel so insanely lucky to have someone so kind and thoughtful and perceptive and with such attention to detail reading my work and taking the time out of ur day to talk to me about it like i seriously love you soooooo much i could kiss you 10000000 times

i rlly love lava lamp too <3 she’s so simple but so important to meeee like sometimes u don’t need the dramatics or all the typical trappings of a romance style story u literally just need someone rubbing ur back and calling u honey and telling u it’s ok to be sad sometimes. like. i wrote that for US my beautiful heavenly angel from heaven who i adore. for US

[leezlelatch]

Fic/Author Recommendation

This is an appreciation post and fic recommendation for the illustrious author @writingjourney. 🖤

Let. Me. Tell. You.

I have read these multiple times. Just this morning, I reread Honey and Venom because I felt like I needed a hug from Copia, and it DELIVERED - with some added spice, a-thank you. 👀

5 Types of Christmas Kisses with Copia (+1) - Fem!Reader, completed - I've read it four times. I think about it constantly. I NEED winter with Copia.

How It Feels - GN!Reader, completed - My soul shattered and was pieced back together by Copia when I read this. It is the most beautiful and inspiring piece of fiction.

Honey and Venom - 18+, check description, completed - FRIENDS TO LOVERS BBBBAAAAAABBBYYY. My brain when I read this: please, please please, let me get what I want this time 🎶🎶

I Knew Nothing But Shadows - Ongoing fic, check description, possible 18+ - This is going to be such an epic and heart aching story, and I will live and die on the hill that is @writingjourney's creative talent. It is one chapter, one singular chapter so far, and I want to shove it into my heart. It's so good.

If you love Copia, you will love these fics. And make sure to drop a follow over at my friend's blog so you don't miss out on anything!

[luveline]

Hi :( I’ve been having such a horrible day, everything bad that could’ve happened did, and the last straw was the wire in my favorite bra snapping. I need a hug from Eddie like I need air 😭 I hope you’ve been having a better day! On my way to reread everything you’ve ever written for some comfort 💕

im so sorry to hear that honey! I hope your day got better, I HATE when that happens recently my favourite bra had the wire come through the fabric and now im trying to replace it but its so hard to buy bras 😭 my day has felt long and I wasted it but it was good otherwise, thank you lovely! I hope you feel better soon ❤️

[nicoliharu]

hey nicoli~ no request, just wanted to take a moment to let you know i understand how busy you are and how stressful it can be. Take the time you need, always try to rest and stay hydrated ❤️ I'm sure you will be able to do your best as always, the important thing is that you stay positive, the rest can wait without problems.

Send you a hug and positive vibes✨

Babe, you can't imagine how many times I came to reread your ask and others to keep myself calmer, sometimes I don't like talking to my friends about my stresses so I don't just talk about problems and anxiety but I took a while to answer your ask because I needed to keep it for a while. It was very important to me when I needed it and I am very grateful for the affection and for sending this ask to me when I needed it the most, I hope you also take all this into consideration for yourself! We can't help but eat, hydrate and sleep! As well as taking time out for ourselves rather than just focusing on work all the time!!! 😊💗

Thank you very much honey, hugs to you and I want to see more content dear…I WANNA SEE YOUR SHIP AND OC CONTENT 💗💟

[sleepyowlwrites]

Hola Sleepy <3

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

The Thorn Birds. it's a family drama that spans three generations and contains every kind of angst ever. it's so, so well written and fascinating and I highly recommend it, but I got everything I needed from it out of that first read through. I think rereading would just ruin the effect in a way. I own the book, in fact I'm looking at it on my shelf as I type this, but I bought it so other people could read it, the same way I read my grandpa's copy at his house three years ago.

I'd like to fall asleep and wake up next to someone I love. when I was younger - in high school even, a few times - I'd have a particularly bad nightmare and I'd go crawl in bed with my parents. I didn't feel afraid, I just wanted to be held. all growing it, I was super cuddly. I'd hang out with friends and cuddle on the couch, cuddle in the movie theater, cuddle at literature club or whatever. at college we had "spooning parties" on the deck outside the girls' dorm. just brought out blankets and pillows and cuddled in a big puppy pile with whoever wanted to. but I've never had someone I could go to bed with and wake up with. as someone with no plans of getting into a relationship, I dunno how this would happen. I don't have people around that are comfortable with that level of intimate affection. but someday I'd like to have it.

for now I'm grateful to have my parents around to get hugs and kisses and a sweetheart of a fake boyfriend to hug and call "honey" and giggle with.

thanks for asking, honeybee :)

[freedomforthewin]

Do You Want to Build a Snowman? (Part 3)

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Content Warning: Betrayal by a best friend, sexual harassment, and implications of sexual coercion.

———————Four Years Later———————

“Guess what?” John asked excitedly as he came up to his mom, his hands holding both sides of a large sheet of paper.

“What?” she asked, smiling at him.

“I got an A+ on my amusement park design!” he said, showing her the design he drew, which also had the grade written on it.

“That’s great, honey!” She took the picture and held it with one hand and put her other arm around him, pulling him into a side hug as she looked at the drawing. “This is really good, John.”

“Thanks. I’m going to show it to Katarina,” he said happily. He took the picture and turned to head to his sister’s room.

“Wait, honey,” Mrs. Egan called out. John looked back at her.

“Katarina isn’t doing too well right now,” Mrs. Egan said, her voice quietening.

“Why? What happened?”

“She and Drake stopped being friends,” Mrs. Egan said solemnly.

“What?!?! But…why?”

“He wasn’t a real friend. He was just pretending to care about her.”

John stared at her, appalled. “Why would he do that?”

Mrs. Egan hesitated before carefully saying, “Some people are just like that.” She hoped he wouldn’t press for more. He was a bit young to know the details.

“That’s not a good enough reason,” John grumbled, angry at Drake.

“I know, sweetie. I know.

“Just leave her alone for now. I think she just needs some space to deal with this. You’ll see her at dinner. You can tell her about your amusement park project then.”

“Okay.” He calmed down and thought for a moment. “Can you help me make some sugar cookies to help her feel better? Those are her favorite.”

Mrs. Egan smiled warmly at her loving son and agreed. It was Friday after all; he didn’t have school the next day.

They went to the kitchen and set out the ingredients and supplies. Mrs. Egan preheated the stove as John greased the cookie tray. Then John poured and mixed the ingredients as his mom supervised. A few minutes later, Mrs. Egan stepped in to mix, knead, and roll out the dough. Then they took glass cups to use as round cookie cutters. After they put the tray of cookie dough in the oven, John wiped up the counter as his mom did the dishes. When he was finished, she had him go continue working on his homework, and she finished the rest of the dishes. When the cookies were ready, she took them out of the oven to let them cool, and then she left the kitchen.

John came back a little later to check on the cookies. When he saw they were ready, he put enough cookies for Katarina and himself on a plate, got another plate for himself, picked up some napkins, and headed to Katarina’s room.

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Katarina had her textbook for her Scene Design class open and was trying to focus on what she was reading, but her mind kept drifting back to Drake.

How could he do this to me? We were friends for so long. We had cared so much about each other. I did at least; I though he did, too.

Her breath hitched, and she placed her hand over her mouth. Her eyes narrowed in pain.

We had been there for each other. I thought surely there was no way he would do this to me. No way would he end up being one of those guys. No way would he do this to his best friend.

Her eyes filled with tears. She sniffled, and then she reread the text from her friend Louisa.

Oh my God! I hate him. Guys are just…ugh…Seriously, how pathetic is it that when guys get older they need to be taught to see girls as people instead of objects? It’s not a hard concept to understand! I’m so sorry Drake tricked you into believing he was different but then did this to you. It would have been bad enough for him to do this to any woman but to do that to his own best friend? That’s beyond messed up.

Her message brought a sad smile to Katarina’s face.

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John knocked on the door.

“Cassie?” he called, referring to Katarina by her nickname. “It’s Bucky.”

“Do you need something?” he heard Cassie ask. Her voice sounded a little shaky.

“Mom told me about Drake,” he said. “Can I come in?”

“This isn’t really a good time, Bucky.”

“I know you’re upset, Cassie,” Bucky said. “I’m here to help you feel better. Please let me in.”

She didn’t answer.

“Please?” Bucky pleaded.

That did it. He had abandonment problems from the Gale situation. She didn’t want to worsen them by refusing to let him in, too.

“Okay, you can come in.”

Bucky opened the door and saw his sister at her desk, turned away from him, her head bowed. He heard her take a deep breath and slowly exhale. Bucky closed the door and walked to her.

He set the plates and napkins he was holding onto the desk and placed his hand on Cassie’s shoulder. Cassie let out a hitched breath, and after a few moments, her sad eyes met his solemn ones. Bucky gently pulled her to the bed, and they sat down on it. He wrapped his arms around her, and she clutched him, a sob escaping her lips.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

She sniffled and took a few shaky breaths.

“What did, what did Mom tell you?” she asked, a slight tremble in her voice.

He told her, and she confirmed it.

“I don’t understand,” she said brokenly, a tear falling down her face. “He had always seemed like he cared. I don’t understand how he could do this to m-me.”

John pulled her closer to him, holding her tightly as she cried. He rubbed her back as she sobbed, his heart breaking from her pain.

How could Drake do this to her? John thought, upset. He was supposed to be her best friend. He was supposed to care about her.

He just comforted his devastated sister and didn’t let go of her until she eventually calmed down.

“I can’t believe it took him years to tell you he didn’t care about you,” John muttered.

“He didn’t actually tell me. I figured it out.”

“How did you figure it out?” John asked.

“He kept pressuring me to give him something he wanted. Something inappropriate. I said no, but he still kept asking. Over. And over. Again. I realized he wasn’t treating me with respect and wasn’t going to, so I ended the friendship.”

“I’m sorry,” John said morosely. She gave him a sad smile.

“What was it that he wanted so badly from you?” he asked quietly.

“He,” Katarina started before she let out a harrowing laugh and shook her head, realizing how this was going to sound to her little brother, “he wanted me to send him pictures of me without any clothes on.”

“What?!?!” John was horrified.

“Yeah.”

“He’s weird!” John muttered in contempt, his 10-year-old face in a pout, which made Katarina burst out laughing.

She decided to play into it.

“Yeah! He is weird.” She smiled at John.

“Why would he want that?”

“A lot of guys get like that when they get older,” she said, her smile fading. “These thoughts start to come into their heads, and they start wanting to see girls like that.”

John made a disgusted face. “I hope I don’t want to see that when I get older.”

Cassie smiled at him before looking down. She thought about telling him it’s normal for a lot of guys to like stuff like that and that that’s not wrong, but she decided against it. He was only 10; he was too young to understand that.

“Either way, forcing and guilting girls into showing you pictures of themselves naked is bad,” she said quietly.

“I’d never do that.”

Katarina smiled gratefully at her brother. “I know. And not all guys would do that.” She paused before sorrowfully saying, “There are, however, a lot who do pressure girls into doing inappropriate things and don’t take “no” for an answer. And treat girls like girls are objects instead of people. And mistreat girls.”

“But why?” he asked worriedly.

She shook her head. “They choose to become like that.”

“That many guys?”

“Yeah.”

“Am I doomed to become like that?” he asked, scared.

Katarina thought carefully before saying, “Only if you choose to.”

John was silent at first before he nodded firmly. “I won’t.”

She nodded back in acknowledgment.

“You always have a choice in deciding who you want to be. Sometimes there might be…obstacles…that make it harder to be who you want to be, but that’s all they do: make it harder. They don’t eliminate your ability to do better. They don’t eliminate your ability to be who you decide you want to be. You still have a choice. And if you need help to do better, you can choose to get help.”

“Okay.”

Katarina smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back.

The naked picture thing is enough, she thought. He doesn’t need to know about the other thing Drake kept pressuring me to do. John’s too young to know. Oh God, I probably shouldn’t have told him about the picture thing in the first place!

Alright. It’s okay. It’s okay. What’s done is done. He saw me upset; of course he’d want to know why. And I was too upset to keep it in. It’s okay. What’s done is done.

Now it’s about keeping things real but age appropriate. This obviously wasn’t enough of a puberty and sex talk, but I think this might be okay for now. He’s only 10.

She tightened her arms around Bucky, and he did the same to her. She rested her head against his shoulder.

All the tricks of the trade that Drake pulled to try to get me to do it with him…I hate him.

I wish all guys chose to do better. Too many choose to be slaves to their desires. That’s so weak of them! How could they choose to be so freaking weak?!?!

She stayed in her brother’s arms a little longer. After she pulled out of the hug, she looked at the cookies her brother brought. Her lips curled into a smile.

“Mom made sugar cookies?”

“Both of us. I know they’re your favorite, and I wanted to help you feel better, so I asked if we could make them.”

Katarina was touched.

“Thank you so much, Bucky. That was really nice of you.”

“You’re welcome. I brought some extra ones so that I could have some, too.”

“Okay.”

“And Katarina?”

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t deserve what he did. You deserve better than him.”

The older sister smiled appreciatively at him.

“Thank you, John,” she said softly.

He smiled back.

They started eating the sugar cookies as they talked about school. Katarina showed John a painting she had made for her Scene Design class, and John thought it was really good. John then told her about the A+ he got on his amusement park drawing. She congratulated him and asked to see the design. He went to go retrieve it and then happily showed it to her. She was impressed with it.

They continued to talk about school and funny moments that had happened in their classes, some of the little things in life that made it worth living.

When Katarina seemed like she was better, John got ready to go. He took their plates and napkins and then kissed his sister on the cheek before leaving.

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John was on his way back to his room when he saw Gale’s closed door. He paused, staring at it.

It had been a while since they had last spoken. Since he had even seen Gale. After that last day, John had just stopped trying with him.

Gale’s silence when John had asked him if he wanted to play anything with John had stung. They had been best friends. John hadn’t done anything to Gale; there was no reason why Gale should have wanted to avoid him like that.

John kind of wanted to just walk by the door, like he had done the past four years, and say nothing. Gale had made no effort to see him, so clearly Gale was fine without him.

Right?

But maybe…just maybe…ugh. John didn’t know.

Then he thought of something. John had wanted to play with Gale when they were younger, but playing with Gale meant Gale would have had to leave the room. Maybe, for some reason, Gale had just not wanted to leave the room.

Maybe John could try something else. Maybe he could try talking with Gale. Talking about anything. Maybe he shouldn’t ask Gale about leaving the room or ask what was going on though. That might get him to push John away again. But maybe, if John just talked to him like normal…

It was worth a try. As upset as he had been, he still had been missing Gale.

He went up to the door and knocked.

“Who is it?” he heard a voice call.

“It’s Bucky.”

“Bucky?” Gale went closer to the door, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to know how you are doing.”

“Oh…I’m…I’m doing fine…How are you?”

“I’m okay now,” Bucky said, settling himself on the carpeted floor, his back against the door. “It was hard earlier. Cassie was crying.”

“Why? What happened?” Both boys were fond of her.

“Her best friend kept pressuring her to do something inappropriate. He wouldn’t stop, so she ended the friendship.”

Gale groaned. “That’s horrible.”

“Yeah. She was really upset.”

“I’m sorry that happened to her.”

“I am, too.”

“What did he pressure her to do?”

“As crazy as this is going to sound, he wanted her to send him pictures of herself naked.”

“What?!?!”

“Yeah!”

“He’s weird,” Gale muttered.

“I know, right???”

They continued to talk, the tension between them slowly dissipating. Bucky was so glad to finally be able to interact with him without getting pushed away.

“I have to go,” Bucky said after some time, regretfully. “It was good to talk to you, Buck.”

“It was good to talk to you, too, Bucky.” A hint of longing crept into Buck’s voice, though he tried to keep it at bay. Bucky heard it though.

He wanted to ask Buck what was going on, why he wouldn’t come out. But Buck had just started interacting with him. He didn’t want to do something that might make Buck push him away again. So, as hard as it was, John held his tongue.

Meanwhile, Buck bit his lip, trying to keep himself composed.

He had missed Bucky so much. He badly wanted to tell his best friend what was going on. But he couldn’t.

God, this was so hard.

Bucky laid his palm against the door. Buck, feeling that, laid his palm in the same spot on the opposite side of the door. The two of them stayed like that for some time, separated by a door but together in heart.

“Bye, Buck,” John then said softly.

“Bye, Bucky,” Gale answered back, trying, but failing, to keep the pain out of his voice.

John closed his eyes sorrowfully and stayed in place for a few more seconds. Then he took his palm away, looked at the door for a few more moments, and then walked away.

Gale kept his palm there just a little longer before he lowered it.

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