#i havent made one in a while so i threw it together

[gr4c3fu-1]

You think youre strong..? | Choi Seung-hyun (t.o.p) x fem!reader

#—;; summary: you and your boyfriends group messing around before a show! (Req from Anon.)

#—;; word count: 1k

#—;; warnings: none this is ALL fluff.

#—;; a/n: this might me horrible i havent written a fic in literally years. (ive also got someone from school who follows me. If u see this lily hhhiiii………… you see nothing.)

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The boys were about to perform, You being apart of their crew was ironic, because you fell in love with one of your clients when you obviously werent suppose to..

Nobody knew of course other than the insiders, but it was still a risk to be in public together.

Sitting in the green room, leaning against your boyfriend Choi Seung Hyun as everyone scrolled on their phones mindlessly made you upset.

You huffed and slammed your phone down onto the couch cushion next to you, making a loud thump! catching everyones attention.

“Guysss we need to socialize! Youre all acting like a bunch of screen-agers.” You groaned, shooting up out of your seat quickly and snatching their phones out of their hands while still stunned.

Multiple groans and “aw come on!”’s errupted from the 4 boys.

“Now. Lets play some games! We have HOURS until you have to go on, so lets do something.” You said sitting back down between your boyfriend and Ji-Yong who was sat on the other side of the couch.

“Like what. What could we possibly do?” Ji-yong stated unenthusiasticly.

“Welll… we could play never have i ever!” You suggested excitedly but all the guys quickly dejected, claiming it was a “girly game.”

You thought long and hard for a game they would actually enjoy playing, and wasn’t too “feminine” or “childlike.”

“..how about arm wrestling? Thats more ‘masculine’ isnt it?” You suggested looking at the boys who immediately stumbled to their feet eagerly.

“Okay who wants to go first, i can ref!” You stated smiling. The men eager to actually do something fun threw a blanket of happiness over you.

Seung Hyun immediately raised his hand, aswell as Taeyung.

They sat at the opposite sides of the short table, settling themselves.

You placed your hand ontop of their interlinked hands, watching as the boys glared at eachother.

If looks could kill, they would both be sliced to shreds.

“3…2…1!” You released their hands, Daesung and Ji-Yong cheering for their mates.

“Go!! Cmon Seung hyun, you havent been working out for nothing have you?!” Ji-yong exclaimed, clapping his hands in a hype manner beside him.

And lord, he wasnt wrong.. that gorgeous mans arms were no joke, when he wore short sleeves (which was very rare) it was your favorite thing to just cling onto them.

“Youre really gonna let him win against you? Think about it. Youve arm wrestled countless men stronger than him and won!!” Daesung yelled loudly, slamming his fists on the table next to where their arms rested.

You could see the two boys faces, as they strained to win.

Taeyungs hand started slowwwllyy bringing Seung Hyuns hand lower and lower, signifying his (amost) win.

The relief on Taeyungs face was evident, until Seung Hyuns hand swung quickly and Taeyungs knuckles hit the table.

He yelled loudly at his loss, standing up quickly out of anger.

Seung hyun stood up aswell, giggling tauntingly

“Ha ha haaa!! You thought i was gonna let you win?!” He strutted around, pointing at his opponent.

“Yeah yeah whatever blegghhh” Taeyung muttered, sticking his tongue out at him.

Your boyfriend just kept going on and onnnn at his mate, which you couldnt help but feel a litttle bit bad for.

“I wanna arm wrestle too, Seung Hyun.” You exclaimed, smiling.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh yeah? Just so you can whine when i win in 0.52 seconds in?” He chuckled

“Im gonna win. You’ll see!! Ive been working out actually.” You mentioned, flexing your arms dramatically.

“Yeah whatever, get over here.”

You sat across from him, getting settled while ji-yong was now the ref.

“3, 2, 1, go!” He said, releasing you both.

You stared into his eyes, with every sign of struggle on your face (which wasn’t exactly all true).

He chuckled, while toying with you, easily pushing your hand up and down.

“Ow ow ow—!!” You yelped, gripping your arm while still pushing.

“What? Whats wrong??” Your boyfriend said in a panick, immediately ceasing his pushing.

Your whole demeanor shifted, from a scared and hurt face to smirking and shoving his hand down.

You stood up quickly whooping in victory. “WOOOO. i TOLD you id win!!! Hows your ego now?” You said cheerily

He looked at you in disbelief, his jaw practically to the floor as you jumped around, the boys all giving you high fives.

“I cant.. believe you.” He muttered, with genuine shock on his face.. almost dissapointment.

You noticed he hadnt gotten up or moved, causing you to panick.

Did he take it THAT serious?

You stood next to him “wait im sorr-“ but you couldnt get out what you wanted to say before he picked you up and threw you on the couch, a huge smile on his face

“I cant believe you’d pull the OLDEST trick in the books on me!” He hollered.

“OHHHH HE GOT YOU!!” Taeyung yelped, pointing at the two on the couch practically wrestling.

You tried to shove him off, giggling ecstatically as he tickled you relentlessly.

He gripped your wrists, holding them in place, this intense moment of keeping his deep brown eyes locked onto your own.

“You think youre the strong one, huh? What about now?” He teased, his grip holding tighter onto you.

You couldnt help but giggle nervously, as you stared into your boyfriends eyes.

“Okayyy..! Okay you can take the win.. i cheated..” you muttered, a bright blush on your flustered face.

Even though he was your boyfriend, you couldnt help but feel like you were a kid with a crush on him still.

He gazed into your eyes, debating on messing with you more but deciding against it, (you were screwed after their performance though, and you knew it.) loosening his grip on your wrists, as you leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips, before rolling out from under him.

He scoffed as he stood up, shaking his head as Ji-Yong wiggled his eyebrows at the both of you while the rest jokingly yelled out in high-pitched voices.

“Ewwww!!” “Oh my gawsh theyre kissingggg!”

“You guys are like our parents.. arguing all the time, and when you kiss we all cringe and laugh!” He exclaimed teasingly

[starless-nightz]

Tossing an apple at Clarisse but with a twist.

They are childhood friends to lovers, dating for like years and somehow no one caught on. Aphrodite!Reader is a typical mean girl but sweet to the people she likes, often joining Clarisse when she messes with people that piss her off.

Randomly one day Clarisse tosses a apple at reader knowing reader knows what that means. Cue reader crying and accepting while everyone else is actively confused.

- Marshmellow ⬜

Clarisse throwing an apple at her daughter of Aphrodite! S/O

note -> CLARISSE <3333 I wasn't sure if you meant book! Clarisse or show! Clarisse so i just did show! Clarisse and made it like she threw the apple as a promise to marry reader in the future.

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fluff, crying, everyone is confused.

Clarisse and you have been together for some time now and yet no one seems to realise that you two are dating, you two did expect it though since you two were always pretty affectionate with each other since you were kids, so no one bat an eye whenever you two would show affection in public, the only reason they havent realises yet was because you two never kiss in public and never told anyone

The two of you found it very amusing but kept it going even though you two really wanted to kiss in public, you just didn't realise how Clarisse was planning on revealing your relationship to the rest of the camp

Clarisse knows how much you liked the apple throwing tradition back in ancient greece, thinking it was so romantic and while you two are still too young to get married she wanted to throw the apple at you as a sign of promising to marry you when you two are of age

So when she threw an apple at you during dinner and you caught it, looking down at the apple in your hands and then at Clarisse, who had a sly smirk on her face you knew what she meant by that and you immediately started crying, hugging Clarisse so tightly she couldn't breath but it was worth it

The rest of the campers would look at you two like you are insane, only when the Athena kids pointed it out that they realised that you two have been dating for who knows how long and that Clarisse literally just proposed to you

[scorpioriesling]

GIRLIE i have been reading 4th wing and holy hell, why havent we got an azriel x fourth wing yettt? like just imagine, that man is literally perfect for ANY book crossover, I would pay good money to see Az beat the frick out of jack (ew)

Our Worlds Collided

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Pairing(s): Azriel x reader

Warning(s): Violence... I mean, read the ask. Lol.

Summary: Living in a different place than your boyfriend is hard, and the moments you can be together, you don't want to waste. But, being in school, there are still obligations and tasks you must complete -- even if it means spending time with your man in a less-than-ideal place.

SR’s Note: This ask was *chef's kiss*. I've been doing so much lately with smut + the Invisible String series (which is finished btw, go read it if you haven't yet) that I haven't really got to write a cute little short story in a while. I hope this is what you wanted -- I'm happy with how it turned out!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"I'm so glad you made it!"

You threw your arms around your boyfriend, his tall but strong frame engulfing you as he held you close. Grateful for the familiar scent of pine and mint, you inhaled deeply.

"You missed me that much?" The low timbre of his voice was like a caress against your very soul.

Nodding wordlessly, he pulled back, only a bit to look into your eyes. His shadows danced around him in a joyful parade, signaling his inner happiness he so rarely showed on the outside.

"I missed you too, Y/N." He leaned down, pressing a kiss against your lips and smiling when you tugged him close for more. He slid his rough hands along your waist, settling on your hips while his lips moved against yours.

The moment, one you'd been desperate for for weeks now, was harshly interrupted by the mid-afternoon bell, signaling the end of classes for the day. You pulled back, watching your boyfriend grimace at the sound.

"Don't tell me you've never heard a schoolbell before, Azriel," you chuckled. His ears perked up at the sound, and only when it finally ended did he resume his usual, unassuming posture.

"I'll have to get used to the sounds here again." He says. It was true -- where he was from, Prythian, sounds were much softer as the fae hearing had adapted that way. But, in Basgiath, for your kind; it was quite the opposite.

"Yes... and the dragons." You'd taken his hand, making way for your dorm as he sighed.

"Ahh, yes. Almost forgot about those."

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He truly could not have come to visit at a worse time; not to sound ungrateful, you loved seeing your boyfriend and all, but between all the training, challenges, and courses you were balancing -- well, there were many hours of the day that you had to leave him to attend those duties.

But, you couldn't complain. Spending every evening, curled up with Azriel, your back to his chest as you got the best sleep of your life? You were counting down the days to graduation.

"So... a first year... that's when we met," Azriel says slowly, flipping through one of your library books. He'd chosen Basgiath's War College History, and was all the more quizzical.

"Yes," you confirmed. "That was when I took Ramir to... well, Prythian." You shrugged. "Accidental, of course, but, look what it got me."

He glanced up, chuckling as you threw him a wink. It was an unusually rainy Friday, and though you'd rather be exploring the town with Azriel, Emetterio had other plans.

"But, how were you even able to leave the college with your dragon?" He asks, frowning at the next. You wrap a few more strands of your braid, reflecting on the distant memory.

"Oh, I got in trouble all right." General Sorrengail had been furious with you upon your return, having clearly stated that dragon riding was for Basgiath-grounds only. "But, like I said -- at least I met you."

He doesn't look up this time, flipping the page and reading more of the text intently.

"So, now that you're a third-year," he starts, his attention only faltering for a moment when you sit down on the mattress beside him. "You can go anywhere you want?"

You nod in confirmation. "Yup. That's right -- Ramir doesn't particularly like long-distance flying, but he does just fine going to Prythian and back."

Azriel looks sidelong at you, and in the dim afternoon light, you can count every freckle on his face. His hazel eyes gaze at you, flickering between your eyes and lips. You lean in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as his hands slide along your upper thigh.

Your alarm buzzes from your phone, causing Azriel to pull back and cover his ears with his palms. You scramble to turn it off, leaning across your boyfriend to reach the night stand in the process.

"Sorry! I'm sorry," you apologize. Your movement to sit back down is halted; his large hands pulling you to straddle him.

He smirks at you, appreciating your cute giggle as you sit on his lap. His hands run up and down the sides of your waist, and in an instant his lips are on yours again.

"Hmm, quite handsy today, are we?" You mumble, eliciting a chuckle from him against your mouth. He enforces his feelings as his left hand lightly pats your behind, and you squeak.

"I wonder why you've got all this on, anyway?" He mutters suggestively. You peer down at him with a scolding expression.

"Though I'd love to have it all off," you punctuate. "I have to be in the training room in 10 minutes." His smile falters a bit, and you realize too late that you slipped up.

"Training room? For what?"

Realization hits you, and you hastily hop off his lap to grab your phone and boots.

"Uh, we have, umm..." You fumble, quickly yanking your boots on and tying the laces. "Training. Tonight."

He looks at you, unimpressed. "Really. Training, at 5 in the afternoon? On a Friday?" He raises an eyebrow.

You huff, standing as you adjust your leathers. "Y-yes."

He continues his blank stare, clearly not buying it.

"Don't worry, I won't be long -- I promise, I'll be quick." You reach for the doorhandle, making up for the time you you'd spent on your boyfriend's lap.

"And, safe." He calls, just as the door shuts.

As you jogged through the corridors, you felt anything but safe. Azriel hated when you got hurt, and of course, before the long weekend, Professor Emetterio was holding challenges. It made sense to choose tonight so injured riders could rest up before classes resumed Tuesday -- but given your situation, it really, really sucked.

Especially because of who had chellanged you; none other than Jack Barlowe.

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"Girl, you're lucky Emetterio is running behind," Violet says, shaking her head as you finally make it to the training ring. Rhiannon places a light hand on your shoulder, making sure you're okay, but you only nod to her in thanks.

"I.... I lost, track... of time," you say between pants. Rhiannon nods in sympathy, but your silver-haired friend only smirks.

"Mhm, I'm sure you did. Too caught up with the Shadowsinger?" She teases. Rhiannon gasps.

"I didn't know Azriel was in town!" She beams. You roll your eyes at Violet.

"Oh, like you've never been late before," you grin wickedly. "Too busy playing with shadows, and such." Rhiannon claps a hand over her mouth, giggling at the insinuation.

Violet can't help but laugh too. "Oh please -- we know you love your boyfriends little playmates just as much."

Just then, the training room door swings open as Professor Emetterio walks through. He walks straight to the center of the room, clipboard in hand.

"Students!" He bellows, and the entire room hushes. "I have the list here of challenges for this evening -- now, I want to remind you all, the goal of these scheduled fights is not to kill, but rather build your own strength as a rider against an opponent."

Your eyes flicker to that familiar head of blonde hair across the room. Bile rises in your throat as he snickers, whispering something to his friends before meeting you with a menacing stare.

You look away.

"...we'll try to make this quick, as I do understand it is a long weekend and most of you have plans." He clears his throat, adjusting his glasses on his nose and squinting down at the first names.

"Ridoc and Merlin -- please step onto the training mat!"

Everyone clears off the mat, instead lining the outer edges to get a view of the impending battle before them. You stay close to your friends, your attention interrupted by Violet's voice in your ear.

"We've always kind of had the same type, haven't we?"

Rhiannon giggles again from her other side, and you loose a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

"We do not -- for example, I would've never dated a guy like Dain." You quip. Violet groans, stratching her forehead.

"Okay, that was definately one mistake," she says. Rhiannon glances between the two of you, counting the similarities on one hand.

"Hmm, tall, tan, brooding shadow masters? Yeah, I'd say your type is the same." You blush, thinking of the handsome male waiting for you in your dorm room.

Violet chimes in. "Don't forget about the tattoos."

Rhiannon nods, holding up another finger. "Right, right -- definitely can't forget the tattoos."

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Three more pairs are called after the first fight, and you're so caught up in conversation with your friends that you almost miss your name being called.

"Y/N and Jack -- please take the mat!"

Violet looks to you in horror, as Rhiannon gasps.

"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you had to fight-"

"It wouldn't have changed anything." You glare ahead, watching Jack's pompous, blonde head part through the crowd of onlookers.

It was true, your friends couldn't have done anything to change the fact that Jack had challenged you. In a twisted way, you kind of wanted the opportunity to punch him in the face -- but, the niggling fear of him punishing you to the near brink of death had you mostly thinking otherwise.

Taking the mat, you watched as Jack sized you up, smirking and rolling his lip between his teeth before taking his beginning stance. You mirrored him, fists raised, though they shook.

"Begin."

Jack wastes no time, slowly stepping around the ring as he continues to look at you menacingly. You move in opposition, trying to keep as much distance as you can.

"Awww," he coos mockingly. "Not so tough now that were in the training ring, are we?" He smirks.

You glare at him. "I've always been tougher than you, Jack."

He chuckles, lunging forward and clicking his teeth together in front of your face. You step back, your boot stepping onto the cold concrete floor outside the training ring. Emettario clears his throat, before breathing out a sigh.

"Y/N, please. Step back onto the mat."

You take a half step onto the mat, it's surface not much more forgiving than the concrete it sat on. Jack snickers, backing up to allow you an inch of room.

"Y'look scared to me, Y/N." He moves, slow and stealthy. "Almost as scared as Baide when I-"

"Shut the Hell up." You grit out, glaring hard at him. Reflecting back to the moment that caused all this to begin with, your blood boils. Finding Jack out late that night last week, all of those weapons, how he had mistreated his own dragon-

"Ooooh, hot are we?" He sneers, ignoring the fearful faces of your friends standing just outside the ring behind him. "That's the difference between dragons and us -- they are easier to control."

Rage bubbles over the surface, your own words drifting into the back of your mind. They're no different than we are, you'd tried to convince him that night. They deserve our respect.

You lunge at him, respect be damned for the asshole before you. Adrenaline pumps through your veins at the silent victory; your fist had hit him exactly where you wanted it to. He staggers back, clutching his face with one hand as he gasps, his other hand raised before him.

"Fuck, you!" He growls, making to grab you but you're too fast. You snake to his side, kicking your boot against his stomach. He doubles over, falling to his knees in pain.

The memory of Violet in this position from your first year sends you reeling, remembering the horror of watching your best friend beaten and bruised so badly that Xaden had to come finish her challenge for her.

You grap him around the neck, flexing your arm at a 45 degree angle in an attempt to put him in a headlock. He'd never hurt anyone again; not you, not your friends, not any dragon, whether it be someone else's or his own-

His hands grip your arm, pulling you over his back and slamming you straight onto your back before him. You let out a cough as the wind was knocked out of you, your vision blurring as you tried to refocus on the ceiling above you.

"Shouldn't have fucked with me, Y/N!" He shouts, scrambling to his feet, only to land a harsh kick to your ribcage. You cried out in pain, grabbing your side as you felt his boot shoving against your ribs, and fingers, again.

"I do what I want with my dragon," he grunts, ramming his shoe into your side over and over again. Pain explodes across your body, your fingers cracking beneath his repeated blows.

Black spots begin to fill your vision, the overhead lights blinking out as the last sounds feel your ears. You're blacking out. You're surely blacking out.

You try again to rise, weakly as your arms shake beneath you. It's no use -- his foot connects with your hipbone, sending you right back to the floor. The shouts of your friends, Emetterio's calling, the world around you; it all begins winking out.

Curled onto your side, you heave one last final breath, waiting for the final hit to send you into darkness.

But, it never comes.

You crane your neck, confused as the shouting around you grows louder. Wincing in pain, you make it onto your back, only having to turn your head to watch as the horrific scene unfolds from the other side of the mat.

Tall and terrifying, you watch those familiar scarred hands throw the blonde to the ground, his body literally bouncing in recoil at the impact. Large, tanned muscles yank Jack back up; only to twist his arms behind his back, the angle unnatural.

Your enemy cries out, writing in pain as the wispy black shadows hurl punches of their own at the bastard. Dark, large wings flare behind the male; the talons enough to send anyone away screaming.

"Please... you don't have to do this, I-"

Azriel punches him clean in the jaw, Jack's head jerking as he falls limply to the ground. The growing crowd around the mat erupts, their screams so loud it felt deafening.

You now understood why Azriel hated the sounds here so much.

The black dots clouding your vision increase, your heart rate slowing before you finally black out -- the last thing you see are his familiar leather boots stalking toward you.

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"She's going to be just fine."

The light from the overhead bulbs is blinding as you squint your eyes open, muffled voices and beeps becoming more distinguishable. You blink a few times before everything comes into clear view -- the white operating bed, the heart rate monitor beside you...

...the brooding, winged male in the chair across from you.

"I... what..." you look side to side, taking in the mender watching over you. He begins to grab his things, preparing to leave.

"Your challenge with Mr. Barlowe left you with a few... injuries," he settles on the word lightly. You don't miss his quick glance to Azriel before he continues. "But, not as many as he recieved himself."

You swear there is a hint of a smile behind his words.

"I'll leave you two for a moment."

No sooner than the door shuts behind him, Azriel is on his feet and approaching your bedside, opting to sit next to you on it as he looks down at you. Concern etches his features, underneath the unassuming mask he puts on; then, the memories of what happened start coming back to you.

"Why would you step in like that?" You say angrily, and Azriel huffs.

"Seriously, Y/N? Why would I step in?" He raises his eyebrows. "Maybe because I wasn't comfortable watching the shit get beat out of my girlfriend, that's why." He takes your wrapped hand in his, though his brows still knit on his forehead. "Why didn't you tell me about the fight beforehand?"

You relax your features a little, your heart softening as he rubs small circles against the back of your palm with his thumb. "I didn't think you'd particularly like it, or understand-"

"You're damn right I don't like it." He says, giving your hand a small squeeze. "What would have happened had I not been there?"

His hazel eyes stare right into yours, and you bite your bottom lip. Truly, what would have happened?

"I-I don't know, I guess, Emetterio would have-"

"He wasn't doing shit, Y/N." He sighs, leaning on his elbow to cocoon you in an embrace. He presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck, and you find yourself relaxing a bit more against his warmth.

"I don't like that you have to go through these things." He says after a moment of silence. His voice is softer now, his hand lightly running along your bandaged side. "I don't like to see you hurt-"

"I have to do this though, Az. It's part of training." You turn to face him, wincing in pain as the fresh bandages do little to ease you. "And, I'm much tougher than you think."

A ghost of a smile graces his lips, his rough fingers reaching out to brush a piece of hair out of your eyes.

"I know you are. I just... I don't want anything to happen to you. I love you too much for that."

Your heart practically bursts out of your chest at the sentiment, and in that moment, you snuggle closer to his chest.

"Good thing I have a big, strong male that I love to protect me then."

[etheries1015]

Fem!reader x Furina - Testing the waters

Warning: minor depictions of internalized homophobia, female pronouns.

Becoming the first close friend of Furina, you were of course subject to her every whim and new human emotions and experiences. This included, of course, romance.

The former archon had recently become enamored with reading books of the more romantic genre. Sitting in her room working on your own project scribbling notes down in a journal while she lay atop her bed reading one of these novels, the question that she threw your way almost caused you to spit out the tea she had kindly brewed for you.

"(Y/n)...what is...kissing like?"

You looked up startled at the blue haired girl with curious eyes, surprised to see her face right in front of yours. With an awkward smile and a chuckle, you averted your gaze with rosy cheeks.

"It's..um..." You hummed in thought for a moment, thinking back to times in which you experienced such things with others. The mere thought of it made you shiver before giving your final answer.

"From my experience," you began, Furina leaning in to listen attentively, "It's...painful. Your chest will start beating super fast and you get this knot in the middle of your stomach. But I like to think that with the right person, its magical. I think." She scoffed at your answer and folded her arms, tilting her head and scowling at you.

"That isn't at all what the books say! And what do you mean by you think?" She huffed. You took note how cute she looked with her cheeks in a pout, but you knew she would never actually be angry at you.

"Well, I havent particularly found the right person. And you-" you poked her forehead playfully, "should wait for the right person, too. Someone you sincerely trust with all of your heart. Kissing is a way of closing the space of your love, and with the wrong person," you winced almost as if recalling painful memories, "you...anyways!" You interrupted your thoughts and flicked her forehead a second time, much to her dismay crying out at your actions.

"My point is, you will know when the time comes how it feels. Don't rush that kind of thing." Pouting and holding onto her forehead as you returned to your work, Furina glanced over at the book lazily open upon her bed and back to you.

"Someone I trust with all of my heart..." She muttered, "so, you?"

The words came out of nowhere and almost as a reflex, you weren't even certain if she has truly meant those words and simply was ruling out the list of people whom she was closest to. You let out a breath laugh at that declaration, shaking your head and avoiding her gaze.

"Its sweet you trust me. But...you don't want to kiss me. You don't feel that kind of trust for me." She tilted her head in confusion and lay her stomach on the soft cushions of her bed and proppeing her head up with her hands to stare at you.

"And how would you know that?"

"Because I'm a girl."

"So?"

"And you're a girl."

"I'm still failing to see the issue here, you are someone I trust, might I add the ONLY person I trust, which makes you the most viable option, no?" Furina retorted.

You spun around in your chair feeling yourself go almost insane at this back and forth, your heart aching at her innocence and oblivious words. It was as if watching yourself all over again fall into the same ideals, reminding you all the times your heart bled for the struggles that came with your sexuality.

"Furina," you attempted to compose yourself, "Romantic and platonic love are easy to confuse but...if you're looking for love, in human society its better you find a nice guy to take you on a few dates, bring you flowers and treat you well...two girls together is just-" Furina sat up from her position and stared you down, her demeanor becoming much more serious and forthcoming than before.

"You do all of those things for me," She pointed out, "what difference does it make that we are both females? Such things should be unconditional, right?" You pursed your lips, your heart dropping into the pit of your stomach. Silence reigned between the two of you, Furina watching as you bit your bottom lip and averted your gaze from her strong confident blue eyes.

"Fine!" You groaned, "If you want to kiss so badly, then fine." Furina perked up as you stood from your chair and walked over to where she sat on the bed, her cheeks taking a rosy tint of red as you crawled onto the sheets. The bed sunk down with your weight and you felt yourself begin to tremble as the air took a dramatic shift, the situation suddenly thick in your throat causing your hands to tremble. Once you had made it in a comfortable position in front of her, the silence felt heavy with every second you just stared into her eyes. Her lips parted with anticipation with her gaze flickering between your lips and nervous eyes.

"tell me," You said in a calm and almost hushed whisper, "Tell me...if you want me to stop, okay?" She nodded in response and watched as you leaned forward, your noses almost touching. You could feel the warmth of her breath against your lips as your hands gently cupped her cheeks, pressing your forehead against Furinas staring into her multi-colored orbs.

"Do I close my eyes now? Like what the book says?" You held yourself back from chuckling.

"Yeah, like the book." Watching her as her eyelids fluttered shut and silence take over once again, every second felt as if it were stretching into hours, and you were almost certain the pounding of your heart was loud enough to fill the entirety of the room. Your hands hovered gently upon her cheeks as if she were as fragile as glass, before gathering up enough courage and adrenaline to finally press your lips against hers and close your eyes.

Initially, it was flimsy yet that didn't bother you. Although it was obvious she did not particularly know what to do other than close her eyes and pucker her lips, it left you smiling into the kiss and thinking just how perfect she was. Pulling away only a centimeter her eyes opened once again to gauge your reaction.

"Love," You said only above a whisper, "Don't pucker your lips so much. Let them relax..." She gave you a slight nod and you pressed your lips against hers once more, using one arm to grab the back of her head and the other to guide her down to the plush pillows below. You pressed yourself against her a little more roughly, her arms moving around your back to give you a tight hug. Thinking about deepening the kiss yet afraid she wasn't ready, you pulled your face away from hers with your arms caging her head. Furinas face was flushed and her lips parted, unable to tear her eyes full of hearts away from your uncertain gaze.

The anxiety began to pick up again the longer you two stared, and you found your eyes averting as it had done many times before. Furina used her hands to cup your cheeks as you had done hers, rubbing a thumb over your cheek.

"You're shaking," her voice sounding gentle and sweet as candy, "Why?" You bit your lip and moved one of your hands to encapsulate hers, interlocking fingers and kissing the top of her hand.

"Just...nervous."

"About?"

"Just...how did it feel? To.. kiss? Was it just like the books like you hoped?" You were almost afraid of the answer, but your worries were quickly washed away as Furina pulled herself back up to place her lips upon yours once more.

"It was...magical."

[julysn]

you're such a crazy love, you tear me in two

𝓘ncludes slightly ooc (i forgot everything i knew about the game), no incest, ashley mentioned yet she isn’t there, oral, penetration, risky + quiet sex, usage of y/n, couch sex, ashley is sleeping nearby, he rubs your clit, kind-of dominant?

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ Ashley’s a heavy sleeper. She can sleep through anything. But can she sleep through her beloved brother having sex with his girlfriend? [ao3]

𝓦ord 𝓬ount ⋆ ≈ 1800

𝓢hip ⋆ Andrew Graves x Fem!Reader

𝓝otes ⋆ title from i was made for dancin - leif garrett.

i havent written smut in a while so apologies if this is absolutely horrendous </3 i tried…

going back to my roots! a lot of my followers are here from my tcoaal work so surprise :3 here ya go

“You sure she’ll stay asleep?” You asked tentatively, one finger lazily swirling around the slight bulge in Andrew’s jeans as you sat beside him on the couch, the thought of Ashley catching the both of you in the act as arousing as ever. It wasn't that he wanted her to join or anything, no, never, but doing something as intimate as this in such a risky situation caused blood to rush down to his groin.

You glanced over at the closed bedroom, the sound of her soft snores audible through the wooden door as Andrew let out a husky chuckle, voice as husky as ever, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “She won’t. You’ll be quiet, right?”

“... Right.” You reassured him, slipping off the couch and positioning yourself in between his spread legs. You kneeled before him, head tilted upwards just to make eye contact, head tilted upwards to watch the satisfaction grow in his eyes.

You nervously unzipped his pants, hands gently tugging them down to his knees. His oh-so-piercing gaze continued to follow your movements at all times, causing you yourself to get weak in your own knees as his boxers were finally pulled down.

Andrew’s cock stood tall and erect, hard as a brick as the moonlight shining through the blinds helped illuminate the veins that graced his shaft. His member looked as irresistible as ever, tip glistening with precum.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, beginning to stroke him up and down as he threw his head back in ecstasy and pressed his hand to his mouth to stifle any moans that your ministrations would cause. You watched almost teasingly as the look in his eyes shifted to pure pleasure and pure pleasure alone.

You cocked your head to the side, pressing teasing kisses to his tip, watching as pre-cum dribbled out and down, acting as a natural lubricant as it began to stain itself onto your fingers.

“Fuck-!” Andrew gasped out, panting as pearls of sweat began to bead together on his hairline and forehead. He watched, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you tormented him with your painfully slow movements. He wanted, no, he needed to see his dick in your mouth.

“Goddammit, just, let me-” He completely caught you off guard as he suddenly placed a hand in your hair, fingers wrapping around the strands and gripping it gently as he pulled your face closer to his cock. You gasp, your soft lips parted, the perfect distance for him to slide it in..

So you nodded.

Slowly, yet not as slow as you had stroked him just seconds before, he slid his member into your mouth, watching as you took it all in, watching as your lips wrapped around his shaft, watching as you stared up at him with a sultry gaze, seeking approval.

"Good, baby.” The pet name slips from his lips like butter, his smooth voice sending shivers down your spine. He shifts a little, making himself even more comfortable on the couch, shooting a glance at the closed door that separated the two of you from Ashley. God knows what would happen if she figured out what was happening, hell, she'd freak out if she even saw the two of you cuddling earlier.

You begin to bop your head back and forth, a speed slow yet quick enough to continue his arousal, using your tongue to mark him with your saliva, using your tongue to lead him to his climax, being the steps he needed to reach the peak of satisfaction. Your hand comes up to gently massage his thigh, your tender touch a huge contrast from the pleasure you were currently giving him. 

Andrew's head reels back against the soft cushion of the couch, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he shakily presses the palm of his hand to his mouth. His soft, deep groans muffled against his skin, his free hand finding its way into your hair and gently gripping its silky strands, nothing but lechery in his eyes.

“I'm getting close..”

His warning only serves as motivation, giving you the encouragement that you honestly didn't need to continue with your ministrations. His hand tugs away at your hair, pulling you back and forth, cold hands helping you in your act of indecency. 

Your tongue laps up each and every inch of his penis, the flavor of him becoming engraved into your mind. You can feel him begin to tense up, doing his best to muffle his groans, that task becoming exponentially harder with each and every second that passed.

“Fuck! Y/N, I'm gonna-”

Before Andrew can even finish his sentence, his warmth fills your mouth, pumps of semen flowing down your throat as you eagerly swallow every drop. Your eyes flutter shut as you bask in the glory of being able to bring him to his climax, pulling off of his cock with a soft pop.

He's still as erect as ever, his shaft standing tall and mighty against his pale waist. His hands let go of your head, grabbing ahold of your hips and tugging your panties down to the floor. Your clit glistened under the moonlight, and even in the dim lighting, you were still as gorgeous as could be. 

With one look, you share a mutual understanding, no words needed to convey the desire that the both of you felt in that very moment. You climb onto the couch and slide onto his lap, sitting gracefully as his cock pressed up against your skin.

Andrew leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips, tilting his head to the side to let his tongue enter your mouth. You moan, eyes fluttering shut as your lips part to allow his invasion. You feel him exploring, trying to feel and memorize every crevice within, the two of you battling in a war for dominance and control.

One hand slides away from your waist and onto your clit, fingers rubbing against the wetness that began to pool down there. You quiver, shaking a little, head falling back as the sensation becomes so otherworldly, so good, so good you couldn't put it into words.

You pull back from the kiss and bury your head into his shoulder to muffle your gasps and moans, your eyes squeezed shut as he rubs his fingers against you.

"Close, baby?” He asks, voice husky and tone full of sensuality. His voice is so quiet, so very quiet, so quiet you almost couldn't catch his words.

"S-so close..” You mumble, desperate to muffle your moans, afraid Ashley would wake up from her slumber and go batshit crazy on the two of you. You become so desperate, so, so desperate that your teeth sink into the fabric of his shirt while you begin to press into him. 

Just as you were crawling closer to the edge of heaven, just as you almost hiked up to the peak of your climax, just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he pulls his fingers back, effectively edging you as he brings them up to his lips. You sit back up and watch as he sucks your wetness off of his fingers, disappointment evident in your expression.

Andrew notices your face and laughs, placing his hands on your waist and guiding you onto his cock, a soft moan escaping his lips as he feels you wrapped around him. He begins to help you move back and forth, your hips rocking back and forth and making him hit all of the best spots.

Pleasure courses through your veins, the only thing you can truly feel in times like this, the comfortablilty of his lap and his tender touches only serving to make you feel even better.

You gasp and throw your hand over your mouth, palm concealing your moans of pleasure as his hands guided your movements to be faster, quickler, stronger, better.

Andrew's filling you to the brim, slowly beginning to thrust upward to match your movement, sliding in and out, in and out, in and out again. His movements are precise, not too fast to hurt yet not too slow to annoy you, focused completely on leading the two of you to orgasm.

He begins to lean in, his movements slow and precise, almost as if he was tormenting you,, teasing you with a possible kiss.

You impatiently smash your lips against his, tilting your head to give him better access to your mouth, your tongue swirling around and finally exploring the crevices within.

He pants, pleasure pumping throughout his veins, ecstasy asserting dominance over all of his other emotions, his hips bucking into yours fiercely. Beads of sweat jewel on his forehead, dripping down his skin. He slides in and out with increasing speed, the edge of heaven just over the horizon. 

Andrew plunges deeper and deeper into you with every thrust, his fingers digging into your skin. You break away from the messy kiss and bury your face back into his shoulder, arms wrapping around him to keep yourself stable. One wrong sound, one wrong move, one accidental moan and Ashley was sure to find you. You couldn't let that happen.

He's tensing up, his back beginning to arch, the task of being quiet almost impossible. He was so close to climax, so close to finally releasing.

"God.. Y/N, I'm about to…” He gets interrupted yet again, his orgasm cutting his sentence off as he lets himself go, biting his lip and tossing his head back in pure ecstasy. His cum shoots inside of you, a few weak thrusts pushing it deeper in. After a few seconds, you pull yourself off of his lap and lay down on the couch, too exhausted to put your panties back on, his voice snapping you out of your haze. "Did you.. did you cum?"

You're embarrassed to admit this, but you do so anyway. It was good to be honest with your boyfriend. “No.."

Though exhausted, he leans over and presses a kiss to your neck as you laid on the couch, his cold hand sliding down your waist, fingers beginning to rub against your clit once more.

You whimper and throw your hand over your mouth again. His fingers slid in-between your folds, using his cum dripping out of you as a lubricant, his pace extremely fast. You cum within seconds, eyes shut as you let out an almost embarrassing high-pitched moan into the palm of your hands.

The two of you sit there, basking in the silence of the moment, letting the sex replay in your head. You and Andrew hadn't had sex in a while, especially since Ashley had begin to crack down on your presence, so this was nice.

Then, a door creaks, footsteps slowly approaching.

Fuck.

[quibbs126]

could you do a blackberry x adventurer fankid if you havent already pretty please :3

I can’t really say that I made this because of the aforementioned “I haven’t drawn anything in a while” post, it’s just because I was scrolling through my requests and remembered that I was in the middle of drawing her before and thought “might as well finish”

Anyways sorry, this is Blackberry Scone Cookie

So if I’m being perfectly honest, I don’t entirely know what her deal is. I know that, unlike her father, she is very willing to acknowledge that she’s rich and uphold that side of her family. She’s also at least outwardly, very similar to her mother in being generally reserved in her emotions. I think one idea I had for her is that she does cool things, she just does with a disinterested face, which kind of just heightens the coolness

Okay so I’m gonna be completely honest, I am now going to just make something up as I write. That top part was in part for me to figure something out

Outwardly, she seems disinterested, but she has plenty of emotions, you just either need to pay attention to her actual words instead of tone, or you just need to get close enough to her for the mask to fall. She also has quite an interest in stories of magic and in mystical artifacts, though she prefers simply reading about them over going out to find them. Also, despite her interest in the subject, she just doesn’t have that much of an ability for magic/the occult, and has difficulty seeing ghosts (best she has is that she can sometimes see Onion), which is one of the reasons she sticks to simply reading about them rather than going out herself

While she has respect for her father in how he goes out on his own to seek out treasure and artifacts, she just doesn’t understand why he hates his rich life. Her only real guess is that he sees it as clashing with his adventurer persona, which she thinks is kind of stupid. She’s also pretty much the one running the estate while he’s gone (she’s an adult by this point) and being the one to actually deal with things such as house guests. Not to say Adventurer was an absent parent, and he’d actually take her along when she was younger on some of his expeditions, but he can disappear sometimes now

She doesn’t hate her parents, and it’s not like they were horrible parents to her, but she feels distant from her mother due to her lack of ghost abilities, and some amount of resentment for her father for being so attached to this persona of his and his disdain for his actual heritage, especially since she’s fully accepting of it and it unintentionally makes her self conscious about it

She’s not super sure of her place in the world, but for now she’s just trying to do her job as a member of a rich family

Hm, so I ended up writing more on her than I thought I would. Ah well, not a bad thing. Well, design time

So her name’s Blackberry Scone due to me headcanoning Adventurer to be some sort of shortbread or biscuit (I know they’re the same thing in other countries, but I’m unsure as to what kind of biscuit he is now). Scones are kind of like biscuits, add some blackberry and there you go, blackberry scones

A potential name was Blackberry Cobbler, but I think I prefer scone, especially since I made her more rich-seeming

Blackberry scone:

So almost everything I made of her, outside of the small sketches and some of the colors, I made a couple weeks ago while waiting at the dentist’s office, and I mostly blocked her out of my mind after that as a result. So I don’t really remember a lot of the design process

I feel like I gave her that hairstyle to make her look “cool”, but then I kind of threw that aspect of her character away. But I still like it, so she keeps it

Also, her suit was originally a bit more reddish, but I changed it today to make it more purple so it’d fit with the color of the scones. They don’t really look that red, so I changed it. But I think now the colors may not all look the best together

I feel like I may have made her colors all a bit too similar to each other, and/or not given her enough, but I don’t really know what else to change

Also when I came back today, the thickness of the lines was bothering me. Maybe it’s because I’ve been dabbling with the Syrup brush now, but I think I need to play with line width more now, since some of the smaller things like the brooch feel like they have too thick of lines

I don’t think her design is necessarily bad though, it’s mostly color wise I have issues with

And yeah, that’s Blackberry Scone, I hope you enjoy her

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

would i be the asshole for contacting my ex to ask them if they could stop talking about me online to a community that knows who i am? (🥐)

tw: kinda emotionally abusive relationship

bg info

me (24f) and my ex (28) were in a three month relationship three years ago following a whole year of friendship. they were my first partner and i came out as a lesbian to everyone during our relationship. when we were together, they were 24 and i was 20. i was very emotionally dependent on them when i was 20 due to mental health issues and so were they which is probably one of the reasons why our relationship was as explosive as it was. i looked up to them, my whole emotional world revolved around them, and our friendship/relationship was the only thing i had in my life at the time. they constantly asked me "hey is it even ethical that im dating you, im 4 years older, you tell me please, oh i feel like such a bad person", yet, they still continued dating me every time they would ask.

our fights were horrible and truly explosive as they broke their stuff in front of me out of anger, threw things at me and insulted me as stupid, amongst many other things. our fights usually ensued because i would ask them for reassurance and they would start panicking and screaming at me to shut up. to be fair, i would cry every time i was asking for reassurance which probably made them feel scared about losing me, so i consider myself 50% at fault for everything that happened in our relationship, i shouldve been able to talk to them in a secure manner that wouldnt trigger their abandonment issues. our fights were quite jarring and made me walk out on them several times out of fear. yet i always came back and apologized and took the whole accountability, even though i dont consider myself the only one at fault. walking out several times during fights was probably one of the worst things i could have done but at the same time i was simply scared. even when i walked out after our last fight, they begged me to come back, which i did, i apologized under tears, and yet, told them that i cant promise them to stay no matter what.. and left.

we met through tumblr and were in a medium distance relationship. after our relationship, i went to a clinic and had to learn a lot about myself, what i experienced and what i want from life. im in a very happy and healthy place now and since the end of 2021 im with my current partner whom i want to be the love of my life and whom ive started to build a life with.

context

i have my ex blocked on all social media because they used to do hour long deep dives into my blog, even as of recently (i have statcounter installed for my safety bc im paranoid about them sending me anonymous asks). at first i also used to visit their blog after our break up but stopped doing so after moving on with my life. one year after breaking up i temporarily unblocked them and explicitly asked them not to look at my social media (or at least to do it in a way in which i dont notice aka asked them not to watch my instagram stories).

while i dont visit their blog/social media because i dont want to know whats going on in their life, tumblr mutuals frequently dm me stuff like "hey i think you should know that your ex posted about you/shit talks about something that you posted". i havent asked my mutuals to tell me whenever this happens but i imagine they do so because within the tumblr space we exist, everyone kind of knows everyone (so my ex doesnt have to mention my name for people to know who theyre talking about). sometimes mutuals send screenshots of the posts so that i dont have to visit my ex's blog. last ive heard my ex joked about throwing jewelry at me and posted extensively about a tattoo that i got. my ex's behavior makes me uncomfortable and feel just as helpless as i did back then.

why i might be the asshole

im scared that they might be venting because i was more at fault in the relationship than them and that i am unconsciously deflecting. however, i talked about every detail of the relationship and this fear extensively with my therapist, friends, and partner who are of the opinion that i was young, scared, and intertwined in a relationship that was incredibly toxic. im still unsure though because my emotions frequently triggered theirs.

why they might be the asshole

i asked them once to stop visiting my social media and i feel like venting about our relationship that broke off 3 years ago to a tumblr community of friends and acquaintances is kind of unfair. however, i might be the asshole and they might just need the space for venting. i could just ignore the vents and let them heal in their own way from what ensued.

WIBTA if i confronted them again and told them that i want them to stop talking about me online? or would i be a party pooper because every person needs a space for venting?

What are these acronyms?

[alaskan-wallflower]

can u do two-bit hcs!!! (if u havent done it already)

Sure!

Mr. Curtis was actually the one to nickname him Two-Bit because whenever he came over he would always share his little quips and whatnot and like Pony says, Mr. Curtis is a very creative person.

He calls DisneyWorld the Mouse House

He would love Tom and Jerry and find the slapstick bullshit absolutely hilarious

He doesn’t actually get drunk often. You just can’t tell the difference between when he’s sober and when he’s not because he’s a dumbass regardless

Besides if all he’s drinking is beer it’s gotta be a lot of beer in order for him to get like-drunk

He would say the most offensive shit for no reason I swear to god-he would straight up be the kid to make absolutely vile comments about other kids and teachers at school

It’s lowkey kinda funny because he’s creative as hell

His younger sister is named Katherine but he calls her Kit (She’s about seven or eight years old)

He likes to call her his “Kit sister”

Also Kit and Two Bit rhyme so

He loves her more than anything but doesn’t want her near the gang because he’s scared she’s gonna end up like one of them

While he loves the gang, he doesn’t want his kid sister who has dreams bigger than life itself to end up around someone like Dallas Winston

He doesn’t smoke. He’ll just hold the cigarette in his mouth and pretend because when he actually tried he choked and threw up everywhere

The only one who is allowed around his little sister is Ponyboy because they’re kinda similar

His sister was an unplanned baby and only he and his mother know but he will never ever tell her

If someone asks his age he’ll say seventeen and a half

He loves jazz music honestly

Hima nd Soda cannot be together unsupervised. Last time it happened they ended up in jail

He loves playing “the penis game” where he sits in a quiet place with either Soda or Steve and they see who can yell penis the loudest

They did this during a very serious assembly once and got suspended

Darry was not pleased

he’ll make up words for shit when he wants to sound smart

The “We sit out here and wait for a long periolodically time” vine is literally him

He would’ve loved vine and would never stop quoting it I swear

He sucks ass at math. He doesn’t understand geometry for shit.

He almost lit the school on fire in chemistry class

He also probably tasted chemicals once for shuts and giggles and almost died

He has a stolen pair of goggles that he’ll wear to look “studious”

He can’t swim

Whenever someone insults him he would respond with some shit like “69 buried, 0 found” or some shit

He is the king of your mom jokes.

He made a your mom joke to the Curtis’ once and all three of them were livid and Dally had to physically restrain Darry from strangling him

This wa d before they died ofc-if anyone were to make a joke about the Curtis’ parents the gang would be after them

He can actually insult someone so hard and make even the toughest Soc cry

[crguang]

(From the anon that sparked off that Evil Timeline reply) Calling that the Evil Timeline is so accurate. It would be so on point for the both of R and K to spiral into an inescapable catastrophe. So easy for it to happen. Just a little push in the wrong direction, the wrong word uttered (or not uttered), a misunderstood gesture…and this chance for reunion ends up tearing them even further apart. You'd have to be so evil to make that happen! But yet I can't stop thinking about it. The ANGST. The PAIN. The PINING. GUILT. SELF-HATRED. Ugghh. Inject it into my veins. But really, I just want them to get their act together at the very last second and for all that heartbreak to pay off in the end. My biggest plot rut is how K is ever going to let go of her obsession of R as her ideal pianist, thus averting the Evil Timeline. Maybe she gets on E's case for treating R like a disposable tool. E turns it on K ("They were nothing to you until they made music. And if they've stopped...if they can't, then they'll continue to be nothing to you."), forcing her to ask herself some hard questions. Iunno, I'm excited to see what you're gonna do instead with the AU :D

im reading this with my jaw dropped like babe how about you write the story instead ?3??:? K CONFRONTING ELIO OH THIS IS SO GOODDDD. in my opinion avoiding the evil timeline from ever coming to pass is as simple as kafr getting to know each other without the secrets from years ago. i think its mainly two things, let me try to make sense 😭😭

1) r’s sudden departure contributed a lot to kafka’s idealization of them. they weren’t here anymore, so she had to cling onto something to not deal with the heartbreak of being abandoned and telling herself that she only needs their skills is a good way of holding on to their memory while still putting enough distance between them to not crumble every time she thinks of them. plus elio’s goading about how she’s the main attraction and such… r left, and she only had the music she made with them. after they moved, this idea that she was missing something started obsessing her because she threw herself into her music just to feel like it’s not entirely hers. and it’s not like they’re here to remind her that theyre an actual person. what makes elio wrong here is that, as kids, r was always more than just their music. that’s something they didnt understand, but to kafka they were always more. after they leave it just hurts to think about all that they were to each other, so she doesn’t.

2) r doesn’t play competitively anymore. they havent given up on the piano but it’s purely recreational. when they meet again, kafka wants them to come back, for sure. she thinks they’re wasting their potential and is personally offended that they work customer service while having the skills that they do. but it’s a softer landing, because while they dont enjoy the spotlight like she does, they still play. she still gets to hear them. and while she tries to convince them of their worth, she still gets to know them better than she did before, and that’s the most important element in detaching her vision from the actual r. she gets to know them again in a context other than music. the r that stands before her is an actual person and they’re here to remind her of that. they’re no longer the kid that they were and that’s something kafka already realizes during their first meeting, like “oh, youre not who i made you out to be”. to me, that’s step one. after that it’s a smoother ride but it’ll take some time before kafka can let go of her ideals for them

am i making sense?? it’s a nuanced situation because feelings mix with memories and all of that but basically i think to avoid the evil timeline she just has to know the r of now. and that wouldn’t happen if they stopped playing music entirely because she wouldnt have an excuse or interest in having them work with her again

[fanficfanatic000]

(Handmade for me) E.M

Eddie Munson x best friend plus sized friends to lovers

reader 18+ don't read if a minor

Trigger warning ( read if you dare )

(Summary)is a plus sized young adult female Who lived in Hawkins her whole life was a outcast in school only has three friends Robin. Steve and eddie. But your best friend is eddie munson. Just your friend right???...You work at a bar as a bartender usually serving drinks from rugged bikers to just turned twenty one first drinkers... until that night.... when it all when wrong......)

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You just stepped out of the shower and walked to your room to grab some clothes to change into. "so what should we do tonight y/n we could go get some snacks im kinda feeling snackyyy" you walked toward your drawer in your little white towel searching for your favorite loose t-shirt. Ripped jeans and bra and underwear.The dorky metal head laying on your bed throwing his arms in the air staring at the ceiling. "Well we could walk to the store after i get dressed since your snackyyyyyy" you giggle and his eyes shift towards you in that white towel your skin silky and your hip stretch marks slightly visible on your lower thigh then he quickly averted his gaze. Focusing on the ceiling instead of your curves. You pulled the clothing items out of your drawers and walk to your bathroom and got dressed. half dried your hair with a towel "ya ready edds?" He got up quickly. "Yepp! Letz gooo!"• He opened the front door for you and you started your short walk to the small store. Eddie walking next to you bumps into you slightly once and a while due to the small sidewalk him on the outer rim of the sidewalk remembering what he said the first time you two walked together -"look i would rather be hit by a truck then see you get hit because if you got hit id drop dead" his hand clenched his chest if he were dieing in a playfulness- "and we have arrived you first m-lady " he held the door his eyebrow crooked with his cute dimple smile the evening light making his eyes sparkle you walk through and he followed behind you. "So what type of snackys were you thinkin? Eddie" he hums thinking about what he wanted "slurpys and spicy chips! What do you think sweetheart?" You nodded yes "sounds good." Eddie and you make way to the slurpy machine waiting for Nancy wheeler and her little sister Holly to fill theirs. Eddie rocked on his heels waiting and looking at you he sticks his tongue out and then you do too. You and eddie were always dorks but dorks together ever since middle school. Nancy and Holly moved walking towards the counter to pay. Eddie hands you a large slurpys cup and you filled it with cherry and cola. And he filled his with the same and you stood there putting the lid on tightly when a hand hit the fat of your ass And a rough smooth voice says "well well well y/n Mickelson ya still look smoking!"You turn gritting your teeth "billy fuck head is that you?" Billy Hargrove this man child always made you uncomfortable in high school and when he sees you obviously he always asked you out then when you declined he'd call you a slut or bitch. eddie turns "Hargrove leave her the fuck alone man!." He says fist clenched stepping between you and Billy "maybe next time y/n" he flashed his stupid cocky grin as he threw cash on the counter and went out the door with his pack of cigarettes. "What an asshole.... thank God you're here edds or he wouldn't have left me alone that fast..." he puts the lid on his slurpy grabs the chips and two straws "yeah im glad i was here. Stupid asshole"You walk up to the counter to pay "doing anything fun tonight you two?" Joyce byers the mother figure of the town she watched you and eddie grow up since you two came there quite frequently and eddie has dnd campaigns that she drops will off at. "Mm we havent thought that far ahead yet.. eddie was just soo snackyyy. And here we are" you smile. And eddie laughs slightly "cmon i know you wanted some snacks also y/n " you giggle sliding the money towards Joyce "well dont have tooo much fun you two " she smiles and handed you the receipt.

Part two is out soon or now

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[mxashayes10v3]

You got it, baby.

abby x fem!reader

warnings: smut!! no minors/men. sexual topics

lets be 100% real. you and abby never really done anything besides kiss. which was fine !! but one day you and your friends were talking and… “YOUR TELLING ME YOU HAVENT DONE ANYTHING WITH THAT BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.” one of your friends shout at while laughing.

“well i guess not, i mean we’ve kissed.” you hadn’t thought about going any further…well, besides in your dreams. you weren’t very experienced but you kinda sorta new your way around. you were a very shy person and usually didnt wanna talk about such things, knowing abby would tease you. but then you thought about how abby felt about the no sex thing.

you and abby had been together for 5 months now. what if she got bored of you? what of she thought you didn’t like her body? so you finally decided. you were gonna talk about it tonight. no getting scared.

“baby, im home!” abby walked through the front door and dropped her stuff. you ran to her and engulfed her into a big hug. tonight was movie night and you wore her shirt and boxers while abby wore her usual sports bra and pajama pants.

mid way through threw the movie you felt abby’s hand on your thigh, which was usually what happened, but it felt more different today. you glanced up at her, but all you saw was her focused on the tv. you looked away but this continued until abby decided to pause the movie.

“baby, is there somewhere wrong?you seem stressed” you thought about all that you had told yourself today. no going back now. “abby.. do you ever want to do more than just kiss me?” you said while looking away from her, flustered as ever “well, sometimes yea. you know i cant keep my hands off you pretty girl.” she says with a smirk and pulls your face back to look at her “ do you?”

DO YOU? oh my goodness yes. always. its just that… you were so scared you’d do something wrong i mean, you were still a virgin. “uhh yea i think so.” “did you want to?” abby said, still staring at you. you nodded slowly but you could tell that wasn’t gonna be enough for abby. “no baby. i need you to use your voice for me. come on, be a good girl.”

the nickname alone made your stomach twist and turn “abbyyy..” “come on, you got it, baby.” “yes i want to”

abby leaned into a kiss and pulled you onto her lap, her hands slowly moved up you shirt until it was off your body… you had no bra on. abby pulled away to admire you body “mmm fuck baby, i should’ve done this sooner. can i?” she looks at your chest and back at your face. “yes abby, please.” she slowly grabbed one of your breast while she sucked on the other. your eyes rolled back into your eyes, the pleasure was so good. you started to grind into abby, needing that friction. “nuh uhh sweet girl. good girls get what they want when they wait.” “ abby pleasee i need you so bad right now” you said with a pout, and how could she deny such a pretty face? “well then, lets see whats got you so worked up.” abby reached into h̶e̶r̶ your boxers and felt the wetness that was spilling onto your thighs.

“poor baby… has daddy been ignoring this pussy for to long?”

her dirty talk was unbelievable, you never thought abby would be so… perverted.

abby slipped her finger in with ease. “fuck your so tight” her fingers slid in and out while your moans gave her the courage to continue

“mmm daddy! p-please.. right~ there!!” you said while your back arched off the couch. and soon enough you were cumming all over abbys fingers. she let you ride it out until you called for abby, telling her it was too much. abby got you cleaned up and took you to the bed “abby?” “yes, sweet girl?” “thank you.” abby looked at you with adoring eyes. how could she be so lucky. “no baby, thank you.. now go to sleep.” you smiled up at her and leaned in to give her one more kiss “i love you” “ i love you too”

p.s.

this is my very first smut story!! im very proud of myself.😋 hope you like it!

[rk-ceres]

Neglected PT. 1

George Weasley X Reader

PT.2 PT.3(+18)

George gets busy and you fight.

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To say the shop was busy was an understatement for the passed two months George has rarely been home, you packed the rest of the food in the bag as you apparated to the office “hey love, i brought you dinner” you smiled at him as he mulled over the paperwork “i was thinking.. we could go out to the movies tomorrow night theres the new Marvel movie that came out, and then hit the muggle arcade. Or Theres a fair in town and i sorta wanted to go with you” you said with some hope in your eyes it was your 25th birthday tomorrow and you wanted to celebrate with your boyfriend by going out on a date “i dont think i can love, i have to get these done by Friday or we’ll be penalized” he said not looking up from his form “but….” You started “love i cant im up to my neck in paperwork” he sighed annoyance in his voice “its my…” “Y/N I SAID NO! IM BUSY JUST GO HOME!” He yelled tears filled your eyes “fine… i’ll just see you at home then. I love you” you sniffled out “love.. wait” he breathed out “Do you even remember what tomorrow is Weasley?” You asked him tears leaking down from your eyes he looked taken aback by you calling him by his last name he shook his head “im sorry love its just the shops been kicking my arse. With Fred on paternity leave its me doing the work of three” “whatever George.” You muttered under your breath “we’ll talk about it when i get home” he said annoyance still in his voice “And when will that be George next month? Or will i see you three months down the line. Do I have to make an appointment for you to come home?” You snapped at him “you havent been home in three weeks” you looked down wiping the tears from your eyes “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO Y/N ITS MY MONEY THAT TAKES CARE OF US NOT YOURS YOU WANT US TO LOSE EVERYTHING WE HAVE AND ARE WORKING SO HARD FOR!” “NO I WANTED YOU TO MAKE TIME FOR ME ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!” You screamed at him finally crying harder his eyes widened as he looked at the calendar on his desk “its the day before my birthday George” “love i…” he started “I WASNT ASKING FOR A FULL DAY GEORGE I WAS ASKING FOR ONE FUCKING EVENING ONE DATE! NEVER FUCKING MIND THANK YOU FOR SO GRACIOUSLY TELLING ME THAT I DONT MATTER TO YOU!” She yelled “WHAT ARE YOU EVEN ON ABOUT! OF COURSE YOU FUCKING MATTER TO ME Y/N!” “YOU SURE HAVE A FUNNY WAY OF SHOWING IT! GOD GEORGE HOW CAN YOU BE SO… SO…” you threw your hands up in frustration “so what Y/n” his voice low warning you to let it go but also challenging you to keep going “so clueless to everyone elses feelings but your own cant you see youre hurting me? Cant you see how much youre ignoring me for what?” Your voice breaks “we’ve been together for almost six years and not once have you forgotten our anniversary… my birthday… you made time for me for every small win I had you celebrated it with me. I took care of you. I took care of you before we even got together LETTING you and Fred get away as a prefect. Turning my head as head girl! I let you test your products on me you turned me completely blue! I never complained because i saw your brilliance and your potential from first year. I helped you not Fred with your potions and working out the bugs because i knew you and him would be big one day and now that you have your success? Your empire? You just forget about me. You know George. i never doubted it, I wasnt one who said you couldnt do it. I supported you. i cooked for you i cleaned for you through your over nighters. I took care of the scars Umbridge gave you. I…. i picked up the physical therapy duties helping you walk again after the war. I SAT UP WITH YOU THROUGH THE NIGHTMARES! I healed Fred while taking a wall to my back for him and after graduation I put my life on hold so you cold shine with your shop. Yes you make more money than i do. But if i had started when i was supposed to id be pulling in just as much as you are but I took that gap year for you to start this” she threw her hand up in frustration as he stared at her nostrils flaring

“but you have always been more important to me George. I LOVED YOU BEFORE YOU HAD MONEY! I LOVED YOU THROUGH HAVING MONEY! I CAN LOVE YOU WITHOUT HAVING MONEY BUT YOURE TOO DAFT TO SEE THAT!” You sobbed furiously wiping the tears from your eys swiping your thumb under your nose his eyes softened as you scolded him “Youre still the most important thing to me so much so that im still loving you even if you…. You dont even…. Realize…. Or notice me” You paused looking up to his eyes filling with angry tears and frustration “but as soon as Fred takes a step forward in life you decide to what? Punish me as if i did something wrong?” Your voice cracked “when was the last time you held me. You even remember that? Did I tell you my grandmother died? And that I need you?” His eyes widened he stepped forward “darling i” “NO DONT CALL ME THAT DONT MAKE ME OUT TO BE THE BAD GUY. YOU DONT GET TO GASLIGHT ME INTO BELIEVING YOULL MAKE TIME FOR US AND THEN YOU DONT! JUST. WHAT EVER GEORGE!” You yell he stops walking tward you “YOU FUCKED UP AND YOU DONT GET TO MAKE THIS RIGHT WITH EMPTY PROMISES AGAIN! TAKE SOME DAMN ACCOUNTABILITY FOR ONCE! Youve already promised it George ‘i promise i will make more time for you darling i just have to get through this month’ that was four months ago.” “So youre giving me an ultimatum?!” He yells “no George. Im giving you space to figure out what you actually want in life because the way its been going its sure as hell not me. I cant do this anymore.” “what are you saying Y/n” he huffed “im saying to Look at me and honestly tell me that youre not seeing someone else” you wiped the tears off your face “Y/n… are you saying you think id cheat on you?” He asked ludicrously “Baby… thats… thats not” “what am i supposed to think! Youre never home anymore George! I know. I know the shop comes first. But i… if you wanted to break up with me all you had to do was say so” “youre jumping to conclusions y/n! Youre putting words in my mouth! And assuming things that arent true!” he rolled his eyes “am i? Am i really? When was the last time you came home. When was the last time you kissed me because i cant remember. When was the last time that you told me you loved me? The last time you wanted to even touch me?” He looked down lost in thought “thank you. For your time. But seeing as youre busy and dead set in making me feel worse, unwanted, and worthless. Im going home. I hope you enjoy your dinner. Its your favorite i just made it because i missed you. I hope you dont mind.” he looks at you he reaches for your wrist “we’ll talk when you get home yeah George i know!” You yelled ripping your arm out of his grasp “see you in three fucking months!” You yelled as you grabbed your wand flashing out

he felt guilt for snapping at you he wanted to chase after you but he didnt he just rubbed over his face in frustration. You understood. You did but it still hurt. disapperating back to your flat you called Hermione sobbing a few minutes later he Flooed back into the flat needed to make sure you were okay. Your loud sobbing could be heard from the living room as he stepped out “i didnt mean to bother him.. i just wanted to be with him at some point tomorrow was that so bad of me? Is it so bad that i want to see him at least once every thirty eight hours or To request his attention?” She spoke into her phone “all i wanted for my birthday this year was for my boyfriend to spend some time with me. I dont want presents or a party at all. No lavish gifts just spoil me with attention love and kisses. All I wanted was was his time and attention like before thats enough i didnt mean to piss him off Mione…” she sniffled “hes never yelled at me like that before we’ve never fought like that at all! We yelled at eachother and i hated it. Its just like my aunt and uncle Dursley it brought me back to privet drive. this is exactly what i didnt want! i mean yeah. We’ve fought but hes never yelled. I froze… and yelled back he didnt even tell me i love you too. He just stared blankly at me and said ‘we’ll talk when i get home’ like hes home every night he hasnt been in our bed for two months he comes home to shower thats it! Im lucky if i see him before he pops back off!” she started to cry harder hurt hit him as he listened through the door “do you think theirs another woman?” You sniffle “maybe he’s found someone who’s worth the effort and its not me” you sobbed “when i asked he dismissed it like i offended him and he got so defensive about it it makes me think that he’s gone back to Angie” he was about to open the door “But its fine. Im fine. Its just another day anyway. I’ll just watch movies alone. Again i called off of work i dont think i can work like this” she sobbed into the phone “i mean i know my department in the ministry doesnt pay well i know but i love it it makes me feel like im actually making a difference i dont want him to fall behind because he takes care of me so i can do what i love but three hours tops. Thats all i asked i asked for three hours three hours of his undivided attention” she sniffled “no no. You and Harry dont have to come over, im sorry i ruined your date and dropping everything to listen to me rant. its fine im not up for company anyway. I just wanted him. Hes all ive ever wanted and dreamed about.” You sniffled as his grip loosened on the guest bedroom door “its just that for once i wish i was a priority, im fine with being an option… i know he works hard, and he’s stressed and things are hard right now one day. One day him to myself i havent asked for anything in months i pick up the slack at home. He leaves the house in shambles and i cook and clean when i get off tuck him in when he faceplants on the bed exhausted Mione he hasnt touched me since the baby was born and Fred went on Paternity leave he hardly even looks at me when hes home i feel so useless its like im invisible” she sighs out “i know he’s busy Mione but its been almost seven months since hes touched me or even looked at me! And when i try to talk t’im he gets snippy! Its like he doesnt remember me. Like im so insignificant that its easy to forget. Maybe I should just leave…. Maybe its over between us and he just hasnt found the right words to tell me that he’s fallen in love with another girl and hes.. hes just stuck with me. Ive moved into the guest bedroom im giving him space to figure out what he wants because i cant do this i really cant i dont know if im just being insecure or if i actually do have something to be worried about. i dont even think he’d notice if i just. Moved out completely” you let out sob after sob

“it would make it a little better if i knew where we stood if he still wants me the way he did when he promised me kids and a wedding, im just still his annoying clingy girlfriend that he just kicked out of his offic e!” ‘You can come stay with Harry and i for a while if you want too’ George heard Mione’s voice on the other end of the line “i cant. I cant leave him, hes still my one and i… I love him… i just needed to rant its not all bad, hes sweet and kind i just have to get through this paternity leave and hopefully things will be better” you sniffled “i just miss the man i fell in love with i havent seen him in a while” your voice broke “do you want Harry to talk to George? I can…” “No Mione it’ll only make it worse” you cried “i need to get to bed. Call you in the morning?” Your voice cracked “are you sure you dont want me to come over “im sure Mia” “if you dont call me by 11. In coming over. To check on you we’ll eat icecream and cry together.” after your phone call you laid on the bed sobbing with your knees to your chest

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[butteredfrogs]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore 💜

(ELVENE?? IS IT ELVENE!?!?!)

you already know it’s elvene who else would it be?! anyway let’s go elvene facts i’ll try share my best to share stuff i havent before but sometimes i forget what i have and haven’t posted so i apologise if i’ve already said some of these. (this post turned out way longer than i meant for it to so i’m putting it under the cut)

1. elvenes favourite flowers are daisies! they remind her of home as there was a huge daisy field just a short walk away from her home village on the outskirts of the forest. her mother also taught her to make daisy crowns when she was younger, and when she returns to the village many years later when shes older to pay her respects to her family (as she never got the chance to as a child and she wasn’t strong enough to return to her destroyed village prior to this) she leaves a flower crown at the site where her mother passed

2. one thing i’m sure everyone knows about elvene is that she’s very sarcastic and she doesn’t really show her emotions meaning she can come across as quite cold at times. however deep down elvene is a very caring and protective person! for instance in bg3 when she finds arabella in the cursed shadowlands, her immediate first instinct is to help her. there are a lot of similarities in their situation and so she vows that she will do whatever she can to help and protect this young girl. when she finds out the fate of arabella’s parents however for the first time elvene breaks down crying, she doesn’t know how to face this again and she doesn’t know how to tell this young girl (she probably makes shadowheart or astarion do it for her). she ends up taking arabella under her wing and caring for her much how her party did when they found her and took her in! there’s a lot of similarities between their situation and i defiantly think she becomes somewhat of an older sister / mentor to arabella, and if you so much as even dare try lay a hand on arabella you will loose that hand. also because arabella has druid powers i like to think elvene helps teach her how to use this powers because her mother was a druid and so she has a little knowledge about it!

3. for some reason i commonly associate elvene with one of two animals (ofc both of them being forest animals) the first one is a deer, because despite her attitude deep down she is still a scared little girl who’s family was ripped away from her also her sim has really big brown eyes which give me deer vibes. and the second one is a hedgehog which may look sweet and cute (like elvene) but theyre spikey and will hurt you if you get to close (like if you try touch them) and honestly that’s so elvene coded.

4. i have defiantly mentioned this before but it’s one of my fav elvene facts because i think it’s so silly, but elvene can’t do her own hair. this kind of started because of the first hair i gave to her it was literally just pigtails with some cloth wrapped around them and i was like oh she just kinda threw it together so it was out of her way. but then as i started to give her this more intricate hairstyles i was like there’s no way that she’d take the time to do these or even know how to it’s just doesn’t fit with her character, and so the idea elvene couldn’t do her own hair was born! (in bg3 she gets shadowheart to do it for her. elvene tends to mess her hair up almost instantly there’s always strands falling out) (@/druidberries’oc lucine also sometimes does elvenes hair i actually made a render with the two of them a little while ago)

5. pretty obvious but elvenes main weapon of choice and the weapon she is the best at wielding is the bow and arrow (it’s how she got the name sharp). however, this isn’t the only weapon she knows how to wield, she just prefers it. she does know how to wield other weapons however she usually doesn’t unless she absolutely has to for instance if she somehow ends up close range in battle (which is pretty rare she typically hangs back but it does happen sometimes)

[lunar-lair]

Oooh, can I hear about "Note: Hands and Heart Required for this Recipe"?

figured id answer these at the same time since you both asked! also hi charlie lmao @teenagemutantninjatrauma dw the masses will get to see the donnie madness. also adding a read more bc frankly this got LONG i really like this wip so i ended up talking abt it WAY too much alkfsdj

this is a little baking fic ive been putting together! the idea is that donnie starts out being offended that people in baking videos say macarons are hard and tries to make them with a stand mixer he made himself. he Fails Horrifically. then he goes back to brownies, and is Instantly compelled by the kind of science that baking entails. the thing as a whole is kinda of...it turns into a coping mechanism, for him to say, i have something other than tech, another way for him to be useful, a way to support emotionally as well as physically. hell make muffins when leo seems crabby, hell make bread when mikey has been down, hell make cake when raph's smile is straining, and hell smile the whole time, hell put his weight into kneading that dough, hell put his heart into this. thats why its called that! its kinda like those notes at the beginning of recipes like 'btw youre gonna need a stand mixer and a springform pan for this' but saying 'welcome to baking! pick up your heart and hold it close, and make sure your hands are ready, because while machines can do what we can, whats the point? dont give me that look, youll understand soon enough.'

initially this was going to be a oneshot but it QUICKLY evolved. i havent even finished writing the brownies part and its already about 4k. also leo appeared and made himself Known as he always does, so its a lot of disaster twins so far. i do have some of this one written though, so i can find a snippet! lemme see, uhhh...ok you guys are getting at LEAST two i cant choose. here, this first one is from earlier on, it points out the earlier reasoning/the theming kinda well:

He finally threw his hands in the air after an hour of this, giving a loud ‘UGH!’ and pausing it, setting his work aside. “Fine!” He huffed, stomping over to his blueprints table. “If you’re so insistent that it’s so difficult, I guess I’ll have to prove you wrong!” He’d already been proven wrong so many times that his tech, his projections, his work couldn’t stand up to a challenge. That it would crumble under the grasp of the sharp claws of a demon, or the megaton punch of a battle suit.  He was 15, and he was sore, and he wanted to prove himself.   Well, he’d thank himself later, but for now, he pulled out the blueprints and called, “Shelldon, pull up schematics for commercial stand mixers.” He’d proven he could do better, with Shelldon and with Raph’s eye and his shells.  He could do something as simple as this. 

dont ask me how shelldon is alive i didnt think that hard abt it. just . the robots alive get used to it. this next snippet is later on, and is more on the disaster twins/donnie knowing his family kind of side

Leo leaned back and curled into himself, hand rubbing at the back of his neck, eyes averted. Jeez, he really felt bad, huh? Well, in that sorry, man way and not I’m sorry I’m not good enough way, but still. “But this seems like you’re really getting into, you know? I didn’t wanna criticize you right when you started out. “ Donnie thought, for a moment.  A lot of times, Leo did things because he was projecting.  This was, often, perfectly fine. He rarely did it in a bad way, but in this sort of sense? When he was saying, I didn’t want to criticize you right when you’re starting out? Leo knew Donnie could take criticism.  It’s Leo who can’t.  And Donnie can still remember Raph asking if Leo could really memorize all that medical knowledge, and Mikey asking for Raph instead, and Donnie having to guide him through a lot of the bigger words, getting frustrated now and then.  Or when he started drinking tea, and they all called him an old man, because they expected him to bounce back, to bite back, to be fine with it.  Or when he got his first scarf from April and Donnie asked him why he was still wearing it around 2 days later. (Hypocrite.)  And he wondered why they rarely saw him drinking tea even if the bags dwindled, why those scarves disappeared for a year or two. 

ok i was lying take ONE more snippet. i really like this doc it all came together pretty well even if it isnt quite finished yet/i wrote it at 8-10 pm the night after an all nighter

The whole time, Leo had this smile on, a little childish and fun. Not…not quite as blinding as it had been in the past, or as blinding as it might ever be again, but big and bright and simply excited. Like eating the brownies his brother made by hand was the only thing on his mind.  It settled something worried and loving and warm in a corner of Donnie’s heart, the same something that settled when he made machines and modified security and kept careful watch when he noticed something amiss.  He let it happen, let it settle, let this be warm.  Leo was the one who was sent to tell the others there were brownies, because he was excited and Donnie had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to sit still around them while they cooled for longer than the two minutes he had already been sitting there.  Donnie only chuckled something fond under his breath as he gathered up some small plates. 

my favorite thing about this doc is just. leos so excited the whole time and its this part of him i dont get to discuss NEARLY enough when i write. hes so bouncy the WHOLE time and its genuinely perfect. donnie agrees, too, so it all works out, hehe.

[healingheneree]

02.14.23 - Happy Valentines day Bubba

Dear Tam Tran,

The right love will come, the one that beats all the others.The love that leaves a smile on your face that stretches from cheek to cheek and doesn't leave even as the day turns grey.The love that teaches you how beautiful you are even when you don't feel it, even when you pull and tug at all your flaws, it looks at you through half-lidded eyes that admire you in your entirety. The love that appreciates how hard you try, even when your heart is heavy because life hasn't been too kind, even when you're anxious or scared about what the future holds. The love that makes you feel soft with warmth and affection, the love that tries hard to make you smile and never leaves you side. The love that recognises your need to be alone but to also have them by your side, supporting you, encouraging you to be better and work harder and become stronger along the way. The love that doesn't go to sleep until it knows that you are okay, the love that understands all your emotions, your mood swings, your insecurities and your vulnerabilities that you try so hard to hide but are unable to. The right love will come. The love that accepts you completely, even on days when you can't accept yourself and feel lost and alone, and even on nights when you don't know how to go on.

I am writing you a letter today on our second Vday not together-ish.  I am not sure how to act and how to feel sometimes and when I get confused I close my eyes, feel into my body and heart and then I make a choice from what feels right and follow my heart.  I am trying hard to not have expectations and to not feel hopeful because my adult side is scared be hurt and scared to be sad.  But today and this weekend I felt so much love.  This past weekend it was my weekend to be free and do whatever I see feels right and whatever I feel in my heart. I realize how much Exercise and sports has been my mediation type of thing for so long and how much I need that. I also observe myself choosing what I want to do and what I wish I was doing. I was able to help you through your second tattoo and being a part of that made me feel very special and loved and good. Watching the kids helping you out and then also being able to do my own thing without feeling guilty is also amazing.  The family is so good together and that part makes me feel really happy. Sunday was a day where I had expectations of getting a lot of exercise and then watching the super bowl with friends and just trying to have a good time enjoying life. But life threw me a curveball. And in the middle of this curveball was a cat. We visited the animal shelter and one minute I didnt think about owning a cat to the next loving a cat. When I was there my inner child was just like these kids. My adult self is the one that talks me out of things, the one that gives me the voice of reason or at least I think it does give me all these excuses to not do it. But once again I sat down on the bench in the room and felt into myself and what my heart wanted. I convinced myself this was the right thing and I knew once it clicked I was 100% all in. It took me a while like it didn't  hit me til we were at pets mart but after that I was good. We got home and spent the rest of the night as a family taking care of 2 boys and 2 cats and i havent felt so happy in a long time. My heart space was so full. The night ended and then you asked me to stay over and the internals were so giddy and so happy it's very hard to describe. I haven't felt like this forever. I slept next to you even though I woke up alot and got bossed around alot. Like check on the cats, and turn on the dishwasher and tuck lucas back in. First time in a while I didn't wake up to a text and stared at my phone. I was just able to sleep peacefully. These feelings reassure me that things always happen for a reason and hope no matter how small is the greatest feeling in the world. I know I have so much love to give. 

I really wanted to keep Billie. I really wish you were able to watch them for 2 weekends and figure it out for me but that's ok. I know it's hard work and just being around you and seeing your anxiety is very hard and I understand it's not easy for you and I wouldn't wish that on you at all. As much as it sucks there will be new opportunities. I felt like it reflective on our time and that the timing just is not there yet and i wasn't supposed to have one yet. I think I was very emotional because some expectations were just crushed. First was that I didn't know how much I really wanted a cat til the end of the day on how excited I was to come home to spend time with it. Then I think also losing the expectation to go smash things played a small factor on it even though I tried hard to not have it affect me in any way.  I really did play its part; it gave me emotions of how stuff never works out for me. My inner child was sad and really hurt and felt really down. The rest of the afternoon. 

Then there is this thing called LOVE day.  I want to be honest with you at all times but I also fear that honestly about how I feel can and may push you away further. Our hearts can only belong to one person at a time and I know over the years I haven't taken care of you the way I know I should. I know it wasnt ok back then and things happen for a reason but today and now I know now and that's all that matters and what I do from now on. I am pretty sure I don't need to say how I feel because I feel like deep down you know. I am always going to love you and I am still madly in love with you. I know that love cannot be given back the way i want now but like i said one day if its meant to be it will be. And it's ok for now. 

Today is Love day and I know today will be hard for me because I wear my heart on my sleeve and all I can think about is you. But I also know you are going through your own thing as you need to as part of the universe's plan for us. There are times where i fucking hate what the universe is doing but then there are times i love it. Life is full of ups and downs that are going to happen no matter what. I learned we have choices on how to feel about them and the people we let in and the people that decided to stay by our sides and would never leave no matter how far up or how deep down we go. I know the day has just started and things for me are not written but I do want to spend time with all the people that I love and I know love me. I don't want you to be alone and if you wanna spend time with your boys today we are here and we would love to spend it with the one woman in our lives that means the most to the 3 of us. 

Happy Valentines day bubba. Hope you like your small gift. It's not crazy but I feel like it's fitting. Do what makes you happy, follow your heart, Feel alive, and make a choice everyday to do it for yourself. I have learned these past months things I do now are for myself. I do things for the boys to make me happy and I do things for you to make me happy. And then I do things for everyone to make me happy. And if they dont i will say it and then do it anyway because then I am doing it for someone else and if they are happy then I am happy. 

Have a wonderful day,

I love you so much , -Henry

[ratatatastic]

"—played out west, never made the playoffs, nobody knew who he was!"

"Yeah! And that was Connor McDavid for a while—obviously, this year was huge for them because they made it to the finals—"

"—and we're referencing Mike Trout."

"We're referencing Mike Trout—but, I feel like similar guys also in neither really seek the national spotlight."

"And that's fine!"

"But just like Trout had Bryce Harper...I think Matthew Tkachuk can be Bryce Harper!"

"I think absolutely—"

"The guy that wins a bit more, is on the more competitive team, and is the personality... we always tie back to baseball."

"We're tying it back and on that note I have a feeling Bryce and his club are gonna win one of these things at some point in the next few years..."

"I also gotta feeling if you threw em in a bar together, Bryce Harper and Matthew Tkachuk will become best friends in like 3 minutes..."

"I can see that!"

"I can see it."

"I can see them having some commonalities maybe Bryce will give him a cool headband and Matthew will give him a mouthguard, and off you go!"

"There you go! Worlds collide."

"—a bond built forever."

Territory Talk | 8.1.24 (x)

yes yes!!! give me another reason to baseball my hockey!!!

speaking of brycey headbands here are my favourites from the phils era <3 the recent wawa headband, the phanatics, the bi phillies and the showman

i think matthew and those curls would look so good in a headband but doing that im afraid he will not be able to beat those danny jansen look-alike allegations at that point (good timing too at least jansen isnt in toronto anymore and is a boston boy now so its okay now its not an insult anymore anything to support your dads team lmaoo)

and if we wanna hockey your baseball we can do that too!

bryceys a vegas boy since its his hometown!! and there have been multiple instances where hes worn gold in support of vegas whether in cleats, bat knobs, etc! (fascinatingly enough he was a caps fan at first since vegas didnt get their expansion team yet and since he was drafted by the nats but once vegas got their team he instantly switched over and became a big fan!!! yes his loyalties were very crossed in the 2018 scf and hes talked about it XD) and yes hes also done the playoff beard despite the fact he was currently playing baseball at the time so it was very funny watching him have a grizzled beard in fucking may of all months and also during the offseason he drop the puck at washington @ vegas game ofc

(also its very funny because in 2023 he was caught watching the scf in the dugout between innings while wearing gold decorated cleats to support vegas in the scf and while i cant find any tweets about it now i remember it very vividly when it happened because i was so distraught to see him root against the cats lmaoo i know another phil was watching it with him but i cant remember it mightve been stotty but take that with a grain of salt; now thinking about it, it was absolutely stotty hes a vegas boy too hes the only other guy in the dugout whod be rooting for the vgk too)

and yes we are 1 step removed from matthew and brycey meeting because of the kelce brothers and yes it is very wild to me i havent stopped thinking about it...soon...soon worlds will collide and i will never shut up about it...

STOP WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT BRYCE HARPER AND MATTHEW TKACHUK TOGETHER HOW THEYD BE BEST FRIENDS IF THEY MET PLEASE THIS IS NOT GOOD FOR MY HEALTH STOP IT