#i said something without thinking yesterday and i cant get it off my head so i drew these

[greatbananachaos]

I drank glögi for the first time again this year and i can feel the seasonal depression getting closer

I spent too much time on these and theyre just shitposts 😰

[worldlxvlys]

can you plase make a story where chris is obsessed with the reader and is super clingy, and always want to be close to her.

and he cant stop thinking about her and talks about her to his friends all the time.

and he gets hard everytime he sees her, and everything about her turns him on, and he jerks off alot while thinking about her.

obsessed

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttt, masturbation, fantasizing, cursing

a/n: this is inspired by the request (obv) but also by @solarsturniolo ‘s series We’re Just Friends for matt, i’m absolutely obsessed with it ! please go read if you haven’t already :)

3 TIMES CHRIS WAS DOWNBAD FOR READER AND 1 TIME HE DID SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

1. HE’S IN DENIAL.

“you gus are being dramatic, it’s not that bad” i said to matt and nick.

“chris, you can’t go a day without being around her. and when you aren’t with her she’s all you talk about” matt said.

“that’s not true” i brushed off his comment.

“chris, you’re doing it right now. this conversation started with you telling us how much you miss her” nick deadpanned.

i rolled my eyes at this, “whatever bro”

“no, not whatever. you’re obsessed with her”

“that’s crazy. i’m not obsessed with her, guys. i just love spending time with her” i stopped to think, “and helping her pick out her outfits, seeing how excited she gets over little things”

“her smile, her face, her laugh, her voice, her body”

“but you’re not obsessed, right?” nick said “exactly” i agreed.

“kid, please listen to yourself” matt spoke,

“you’re smiling like a fucking idiot right now” nick pointed out, making me drop my smile quickly.

“you sniff her hair like a creep and whenever she is here, you’re always touching her in some way” he continued.

“and you’re always talking about how good she looks or how you like her hair that day. i bet if i asked you the exact outfit she wore yesterday you could tell me” matt said.

i went to object, but realized i did have her exact outfit memorized.

“she was wearing my favorite pair of shorts” i spoke, trying to give an excuse.

“chris, you can’t be serious” nick spoke, looking at me incredulously.

“what ?” i asked, my voice raising slightly.

“look, there’s nothing wrong with it. but you need to be honest with yourself about it” nick said.

“look, guys. you’re just wrong! i-” suddenly, i was cut off by my phone buzzing in my pocket.

when i checked to see who it was, i was met with the face of the exact person we were talking about, a wide smile growing on my face.

without hesitating i answered, putting the phone to my ear.

“hold on, i’ll be back” i told them, holding a finger up.

“this kid is unreal” matt spoke, rolling his eyes.

🤭🤭🤭

2. HE’S OBSESSED.

matt and nick had left to go to the store a little while ago, stating that it’d be a while before they were back.

i immediately took the opportunity to let out my pent-up frustrations, caused by her.

her eyes, always looking up at me so innocently. like she was just begging me to take that away and completely destroy her.

her lips, always soft and hydrated. like they’re just waiting to be kissed. i wanna see them get puffy and bruised from my own.

her thighs, always so shiny and squeezable. i wanna watch them shake while she screams out my name. i need them around my head, pushing me further and further into her pussy, holding me captive. i wanna see them folded into her chest while i hammer her pussy, her body thrashing under me.

her hands, always freshly manicured. whenever she gets a new set and sends me them, i imagine what they’d look like wrapped around my cock.

which was how we got here in the first place. except, this time, she sent me a video.

“fuck, chris” she started making me cum immediately. “i love these so much” she spoke excitedly, wiggling her fingers to show off the intricate nails.

“thank you for paying for them, i seriously…” she continued to ramble but i lost focus as my hips stuttered and thick ropes of my cum coated my hand, some even flying onto the phone screen.

i hadn’t even realized i was close.

before i knew it, i found myself overstimulating my sensitive cock as i continued to pump, getting lost in the sound of her voice.

yeah, nothing about this is normal.

🍆🍆🍆

3. HE’S DELUSIONAL. (OR IS HE 🤨)

she looked way too good.

we were hanging out at her house, after just getting back from shopping.

she was giving me a try-on haul, and god it was criminal how good she looked in anything she put on her body.

her body. i tried not to stare at her body when i was around her, but i couldn’t help it. she was hypnotizing. it was getting harder and harder to hide the boners that i got every time i saw her.

i was already struggling, but the second she pulled out the bikinis? i had to pull my hoodie off and place it over my lap.

every time she walked back to her closet, her hips drew me in. i watched her ass as she walked, gripping onto the sheets under me.

the bikinis got cheekier and cheekier as she tried them on, but i lost it at one in particular.

when she bent over to rifle though her bag, the fabric moved over slightly, giving me the smallest glimpse of her pussy.

“i gotta use the bathroom!” i yelled as i rushed past her.

“oh-“ she barely even finished talking before i pushed the door closed.

i leaned against the door as i pulled down my pants.

i spread the pre-cum that covered my cock around, my head falling back against the door as i held back my groans.

my arm started to cramp up at the speed that i pumped my length at, needing to finish quickly.

suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making my eyes widen but not stopping my movements.

“chris, are you ok? you seemed kinda off” i heard her speak through the door.

the sound of her voice alone pulled me closer to finishing.

“uh, yeah. just felt kinda weird” i did my best not to let any moans slip out.

the wet sounds of my hand furiously stroking my cock echoed through the bathroom, and i prayed that she didn’t hear it.

“do you need help?” she asked.

“what ?” i asked, her words catching me off guard.

“like, is there anything i can get you ? do you need anything?” she asked.

“uh, no. just give me a minute” i breathed out heavily, struggling to suppress my groans at the sound of her voice.

“a minute? you close, baby?” she asked. at this point, i was too far into the pleasure to question her words.

“yes, so fucking close” i moaned as my mouth hung open, drool dribbling down my chin.

“you thinkin about bending me over the sink in my bikini?” i let out an embarrassingly loud groan at this.

“feeling me clench around your cock while you fill my pussy up? reminding me who i belong to?” my eyes crossed at her words and my legs shook so hard i had to hold onto the sink.

“i’m cumming! holy fuck, i’m cumming!” i groaned.

my seed spurted out of me, making me groan at the feeling of it dripping down my length.

“oh my god” i breathed out shakily, grabbing toilet paper and cleaning myself up.

i flushed it down the toilet, pulling up my pants and washing my hands after.

i splashed water onto my face, letting the reality of my actions hit me.

did i just fuck everything up?

taking a deep breath, i opened the door.

she had a slightly concerned look on her face as she spoke, “hey, you ok? what happened?”

my eyebrows furrowed at her question. what did she mean, what happened ?

“i mean- yeah i’m good”

“ok, you kinda scared me. you seemed like you were gonna be sick” she spoke as she looked up at me.

did i just imagine that entire thing?

“chris, what’s wrong?” she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“did you come to the door to talk to me at all?” i asked.

“no, why?”

oh, this is not good. i’m fucked.

she cupped my jaw in her hand, swiping her thumb across the corner of my lips.

“you had a little drool” she lightly smirked at me.

🤨🤨🤨

1. HE’S BOLD.

“ok, i should get going” she spoke as she patted my knee lightly.

she was cuddled into my side, her head laying on my shoulder while my arm was wrapped around her waist.

her shirt had ridden up slightly, allowing my hand to rest against her bare skin.

although it may not seem like a big deal, being able to feel her skin was driving me crazy.

i wanted to run my hands all over her body, but i couldn’t. so i settled for the small area of skin that was exposed.

“noooo, just tell your friends to come here” i spoke as i lightly played with the rings on her hand.

“chris…it’s a girl’s night out. that completely defeats the purpose” she said.

“i know, i know. i just don’t want you to go” i spoke before leaving a small kiss to her neck.

i kept my face there, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

i tried my hardest to move my face away from her neck, but i couldn’t find it in me to pull away.

i shouldn’t have left the kiss in the first place, because now that i knew what it felt like, i wasn’t going to be able to stop.

i left a kiss to the same spot.

and another.

and another.

i moved up her neck, beginning to leave them along her jaw.

“chris” she sighed out, tilting her head to give me better access.

i continued to press my lips to her jaw, and moved up towards her ear, stopping just below it when she let out a moan.

the noise traveled straight to my dick, and i groaned out against her skin.

i focused on the sweet spot, enjoying the way her body reacted to it.

“fuck, chris” she moaned.

suddenly, nick bursted through my door, making us pull apart quickly.

“your friend’s here” he spoke to her, taking in the distance between us and our heavy breathing. “y’all good?”

“yup” we spoke quickly, at the same time, making nick look at us weirdly.

“i should go, don’t wanna keep them waiting” she spoke as she left quickly.

“i just ruined something, didn’t i?” nick asked.

i let out a heavy sigh as i fell back onto my bed.

yeah, i’m fucked.

💋💋💋

is chris delusional ??? 🤔

i loveee this

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[capricosalvation]

Young Cathleen Bate x Fem!Reader

After yesterday's poll, i Made this thinking about a Young Cathleen dressed in the uniform With a bike, heavily 80's inspired "Take my breath away" kinda thing. Both Of You Are +18 in this fic, but there is no smut.

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Cathleen and you have something going on for a while... And no one noticed...Its a relief, both of you have religious parents, but at the same time, the thrill it's interesting to Say at least..

You were coming out of your university when you saw your girlfriend waiting for You, standing in her military outfit close to her motorbike, She looked badass!

Cathy seems to have some bandages in her face...

"Don't worry too much for it, babe... It was just a quirkless combat with Ethan" - she cooed, caressing your soft right cheek.

"Babe You look like a beaten up banana at this point, i'm worried" - Y/N pouted, altrought humoring Cathy, she was worried "i think you shouldn't go that hard, cant imagine how Ethan looks compared to You"

"Nahh, It was part of the exercise! He was holding back on Me, I insisted him going full Power" - She brushed it off with a smile, but when she tried to smile she ended up wincing in pain.

"I'm being serious, don't overwork yourself." - The worried girl crossed her arms, raising her head to look at her secret girlfriend seriously.

But Y/N didnt knew that Cathleen was having a bad day already, and was trying to not burst up at the minimun pressure "Listen, I might not be the Best cadet yet, but I'm not a child anymore, please don't treat me like one, I'm a full grown adult" - She was being hard headed again... Y/N could tell this was a sensitive matter for her, and She didnt wanted to make scene in the University entrance.

She huffed, not wasting saliva in what would be a public discussion, Cathleen sitted on the motorbike looking at Y/N without a word, just a cold face that if it spoke it would say "get on, no questions"

Y/N complied sitting and hugging Cathleen for security, but at the same time, that hug was showing her concern. Cathleen revved the bike, who roared back to life, soon they left University grounds and drive towards her parents house.

Cathleen's parents werent at Home, neither her Sister. They went to visit Cathleen's grandparents, Y/N knew that because of Cathleen's rants about wanting to go with them... But She couldnt. She had to sacrifice that in order to be the Best.

The women arrived to the cadet's Home, a large, fancy condo, she got off the bike, and took off her helmet, and then turned to look at you "They went to see our grandparents for the weekend , but don't worry, they know you, they told me you could come In whenever you wanted" - she said in a tired tone, she realized that Y/N didnt deserve her anger, so She took her secret lover's hand, guiding her to the cadet's house, lo later enter to her room.

Cathleen's room was filled With All Might pictures and posters of planes. A photo With little Cathy posing happily in All Might's arms was proudly showed in her nightstand. Y/N sat on the bed, downhearted about what happened before, the blonde hero aspirant closed the door. Taking off her jacket... Y/N gasped, Cathleen was beaten up, purple and red bruises collored her fair skin, she looked at You with a mix of seriousness, whim and... Sadness?

"This is what happens when You want to be the best" - She huffed, agitated "To be like him, i need to be strong" - she was being hard headed... Again

"All Might Isnt strong all the time!" - Y/N said, her voice trembling "Because he's a human! YOU don't have to be strong all the time, because YOU'RE human!!!"

"You don't understand, Y/N" - She said, gruff "How can You be the Best in a world of men, 'taking it easy'?" - She said the last Words in a mocking, sarcastic, yet jealous and hurtfull tone. Then She sighed, She was hurting her beloved. "I... I can't help it... W-when you're surrounded by men that are so strong... So powerful... I... I feel weak... I feel useless..." - Cathleen began to sob and tears of anger started to flow from her eyes, she was feeling pathetic... Weak... She wasn't the hero she wanted to be... Cathleen tought herself as a disgrace that didn't deserve that uniform...

Y/N had enough, jumping from the bed to cup her girlfriend's cheeks "You Are NOT weak! You're one Of the Best fucking students!" - She sighed, then kissed her cheek in comprehension "You're a student for Gods sake! A student can't be a Master if they compare themselves all the time!!! Stop pushing yourself!" - that was the last straw for Y/N to get on her tippy toes and kiss Cathleen on the lips.

The bigger woman gasped and hugged the more petite one as they both kissed softly. Cathleen muscly arms hugged her girlfriend's more smaller frame, it felt like it was thanking Y/N with her body languaje. When the sweet kiss ended, the now smiling cadet cupped her girlfriend' cheek, a gesture She always makes.

"I'm sorry doll.. i don't know what happened to me.. i'll make up to You, just wai-.. - she was interrumpted by Y/N kissing the bandage in Cathleen's cheek. "You Are so selfless, Cathy.. that makes You shine like a Star"

At the end of the day, they ended up cuddling on the couch, eating Cathleen favorite gummies. And She couldnt be happier of having Y/N in her life, her little Star...

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Hi guys! I hope You liked it! Please do tell me if i made a typo or grammatical error, i'm always learning. Anyways, if You have a idea for a One Shot like this please write a comment, i appreciate the feedback.

[imaginesbymonika]

Tender | Part 2

Pairing: Robbie Williams × Gallagher!sister reader

Plot: There's nothing more heartbreaking than appearing in your (secret) ex-boyfriend's new biopic. Especially when it reveals unknown truths that shift the almost forgotten past into a brand-new light...

Previous Part

@/butterfly_wingies has made a tik tok

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@/nola: i said what i said

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user 1: so i wasn’t imagining things when i saw him in the background

user 2: actually speechless right now

user 3: but how would he have found out??? they were so careful

user 4: i don’t think liam did it to be honest considering how they stayed friends for numerous years after ‘95

user 5: it’s easier to stay friends with someone when they’re not shagging your sister i guess 😭😭😭😭

user 4: but if that was him right???? that would mean robbie knew about it but chose not to tell y/n?????

(1994: January, thirty minutes before filming Top of the Pops)

„Are you even allowed to smoke?“, a voice questions, and when Robbie turns around he almost drops his cigarette. He had truthfully never seen a prettier girl before in his entire life. Or perhaps he did. However, he couldn’t recall anyone looking- „I know you’re over eighteen, but still.“

„Sorry?“, he asks and eyes how she reaches into her jeans pocket to pull out her own pack. Robbie can't help but glance at her hands. Of course, she smokes reds. The popstar looks down at his; blue camel. He suddenly feels far less cool.

„Your white shirt.“, she explains and makes a sharp gesture:“ Aren’t you worried you’re going to get it all dirty?“ He lets out a weak scoff, one that could be misinterpreted as somewhat of a giggle. „You know, you’re going to destroy every teenage girl's fantasy when they find out you’re a smoker.“, her (y/e/c) eyes drop to the floor, where countless finished cigarettes are laying around the spot where he's standing:“ A chain-smoker, nonetheless.“

„Who are you?“, he asks, bringing the cigarette back up between his lips. He wants to sound nonchalant, he really wants to:“ Are you new here?“ The young woman in front of him simply chuckles:“ Yeah, kinda. I‘m Y/N.“ Robbie nods in silent acknowledgment.

For a moment neither one of them says anything else before the door opens and a young man pokes his head out:“ Oi! Y/N, hurry- we don’t have all day.“, his eyes shift from Y/N to Robbie. Suddenly there is something flashing up in his stare that sends a shiver down Robbie’s spine. „Aren’t ye this guy from-?“

„Did you lose your manners? Introduce yourself first.“, Y/N rolls her eyes while tossing her cigarette on the floor. „Don’t scold me! You ain’t Mum…“, he sneers before turning his attention back to Robbie:“ I‘m Liam, by the way. Her brother.“ His gaze is almost predatory and the way he walks isn’t doing much to make him any less intimidating.

„Anyway, Noel’s been looking for ye everywhere.“, Liam says to his sister without tearing his gaze off the younger man:“ Can’t just run off on us like that. Not on our big debut day!“

„You’re right, sorry. Bye, Robbie.“, she smiles softly at him:“ See you around.“ And with that, they both disappear back into the building.

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user 1: sobbing and weeping since yesterday

user 2: you’re so EVIL for this

user 3: are they lovers?

user 4: WORSE

user 5: OH MY GOODDDDDDD

[galaxywrites]

ㅤㅤ ㅤ incorrect quotes from my freed revenants au!

ㅤㅤ ㅤsome may be nsfw! just a warning!! color-coded.

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Kabal: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Kabal: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Jade: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Liu Kang: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Stryker: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Kitana: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

Tomàš: I hate you guys so much.

-

Jade: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face?

Tomàš: What?

Jade: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that

-

Tomàš: Be careful, I thrive on negative attention.

-

Tomàš: Well, has Jade been wrong before?

Kitana: How wide are we willing to open this up?

-

Stryker: Liu Kang, can I ask you a question?

Liu Kang: You just did.

Stryker: Okay, can I ask you two questions?

Liu Kang: You just did.

Stryker, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?!

Liu Kang: You just did.

Stryker: When?!

Liu Kang: Just now.

-

Kabal: I have a bad feeling about this...

Tomàš: What do you mean?

Kabal: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Tomàš: No?

Liu Kang: That actually explains so much.

-

Kabal: I couldn't do this without you, Tomàš.

Tomàš: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.

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Tomàš: The path to inner peace begins with four words… not my fucking problem.

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Kabal: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

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Liu Kang: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like?

Tomàš: Do you make any other kind?

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Kitana: What are you two arguing about this time?

Stryker: He's always using common phrases incorrectly!

Tomàš: Cry me a table, Kurtis.

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Tomàš: We wouldn’t last two minutes without Nightwolf.

Tomàš:

Tomàš: Don't tell him I said that.

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Tomàš: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

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Tomàš: Fight me!

Kitana, standing behind him and holding her fans: *mouths* Do not.

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Kabal: Yesterday, I overheard Nightwolf saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Tomàš replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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Stryker: *falls down the stairs*

Kitana: Are you okay?

Liu Kang: Stop falling down the stairs!

Tomàš: How’d the ground taste?

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Kabal: Why cant trees give off something important like wifi??

Stryker: So fuck oxygen, I guess.

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Tomàš: Are you a masochist or a sadist?

Kung Lao, deadpan: I’m a Taurus.

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Kabal: An apple a day keeps the doctor away!

Tomàš: An apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

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*During a game of Hangman*

Tomàš: Nope, there’s no Q. You lose.

Stryker: Are you kidding me?! You can still add something!

Tomàš: I already added a belt, four earrings and an extra arm! YOU LOSE!

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Jade: Can you pass the salt?

Tomàš: Can you pass away?

Jade: Too much salt.

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Kung Lao: Am I in trouble?

Liu Kang: Take a guess.

Kung Lao: No?

Liu Kang: Take another guess.

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Kabal, trying to comfort Tomàš: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

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Stryker: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?!

Tomàš: Probably because I’m a trained assassin with a long history of violence.

Stryker: Oh...

Jade, from across the room: I don’t understand how you keep forgetting that.

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Tomàš: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?

Kabal: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

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Nightwolf: You three, explain right now.

Tomàš: It was Kabal.

Jade: It was Kabal.

Liu Kang: It was Kabal.

Kabal:

Kabal: …fuck.

-

Tomàš: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!

Enenra: Apparently, we're not!

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Kung Lao: Truth or dare?

Tomàš: Truth.

Kung Lao: How many hours have you slept this week?

Tomàš:

Tomàš: Dare.

Kung Lao: Go to sleep.

Tomàš: I don't like this game.

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Nightwolf: I'm going to ask you to be respectful.

Tomàš: I will politely decline.

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Liu Kang: Did you buy eggs like I asked?

Tomàš: Even better!

Liu Kang: What the fuck did you-

Tomàš: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

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Liu Kang: Hey, are you free?

Kung Lao: No, I’m expensive.

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Stryker: Want to hear a hard riddle?

Kung Lao: Sure.

Stryker: A rooster laid an egg on a roof. Which way did it roll?

Kung Lao: ...down?

Stryker: N-

Tomàš: Who cares about which way it rolled, it would be scrambled eggs by then.

Stryker:

Stryker: No, it's that roosters don't lay eggs... Jesus Christ...

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Stryker: Do you take constructive criticism?

Kabal: No, only cash or credit.

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Jade: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Tomàš: Which one? I can't do both.

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Nightwolf: One time I went to hand Jade a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

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Tomàš: You're right.

Jade: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

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Stryker: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins?

Jade: Can't relate.

Tomàš: Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins?

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Tomàš: Liu Kang! Kabal got that thing on the control panel working!

Liu Kang: Wow! That looks pretty impressive.

Tomàš: Yeah!

Liu Kang: Any idea what it does?

Tomàš: Not a clue.

-

Tomàš: Where is my fucking mask?

Kabal: Tomàš, guests are around, can you say it a little nicer?

Tomàš: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING MASK?!

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Liu Kang: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Kitana: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

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Tomàš: I wouldn’t wish that upon my worse enemy!

Tomàš: Unless of course. . We’re talking about our enemy, Quan Chi. Fuck you Quan Chi, you know what you did!

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Tomàš: Tired of just deserving better. Gonna start taking it by force.

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Stryker: Wow, Kano really hates us.

Kabal: Yes, perhaps he's homophobic.

Stryker: But we’re not gay, Kabal.

Kabal:

Stryker:

Kabal: We’re not?

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Tomàš: Is having a penis fun?

Kabal: It has its ups and downs.

Stryker: Sometimes it’s a little hard.

Kung Lao: It’s a pain in the ass.

Jade: Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on.

-

Kitana: What does 'take out' mean?

Liu Kang: Food.

Stryker: Dating

Tomàš: Murder

Kabal: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

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Nightwolf: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Stryker: Rude.

Kabal: That’s fair.

Tomàš: Not again.

Jade: Are you going to want this back?

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Nightwolf: What do you think Kabal will do for a distraction?

Stryker: He’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Stryker: ... or he could do that.

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Kitana, carefully running a brush through Tomàš' hair: Did no one teach you how to manage your hair properly?

Tomàš, shrugging: The Lin Kuei elders just said brush it with your fingers, it'll be fine.

Tomàš: When Cyrax joined, he used to do it. But I haven't seen him here in the Netherrealm, so I just assumed his soul didn't end up here.

Kitana: ... We need to teach you a proper hair routine.

Tomàš: Say what now?

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Tomàš: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

Enenra: You stopped growing when you were fourteen!

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Enenra: What’s sexting?

Tomàš: I'm not having this conversation with you.

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Stryker: Are you okay?

Kabal, crying: Yeah, it was just the onions.

Stryker: *Picks up an onion* What the fuck did you say to Kabal?

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Kitana: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

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Kitana: I am going to need you to swear-

Kabal: Fuck.

Kitana:

Kitana: ...swear as in promise.

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Stryker: The Ocean is a soup.

Tomàš:

Tomàš: Do elaborate.

Stryker: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Tomàš: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Stryker: *Tilts head*

Tomàš: The Ocean is a Soup.

Stryker: The Ocean is a Soup.

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Nightwolf: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell.

Stryker, Liu Kang, Kabal, and Kitana: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

-

*Everyone is playing a board game together*

Kabal: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Tomàš: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Kung Lao: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.

Kitana: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.

Kung Lao: *flips the board*

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Kabal: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Stryker: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Kabal: I—

Kabal: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

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Kitana: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Tomàš: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

[bunnydarkwood]

Learning 'No'

Eddie Gluskin x OC (Bunny)

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'No', such a simple word yet one so hard to understand for one such as Eddie. How could anyone...especially his Darling wife Bunny ever tell him no? She was his wife, his bride. Ever since she said 'I do' she belonged to him....right?

Yet she fought like a feral animal whenever he overstepped a boundry. She would yell and fight until he gave up and let her have some space...and no amount of cuddles, kisses and gifts would make her happy until she had calmed down.

This was one of those days, yesterday he had fought with her over something trivial in his mind. He had just wanted her to clean the entire basement again after he had scared away an intruder and made a mess! It was a simple request and she should have said yes, like a good wife. Instead she had said no and continued cooking, which started the hours long argument.

After not being able to get his way he had stormed over to his workshop and made a sloppy 'shirt' before tossing it away.

His clothes were sticky with drying blood and grime, things that she should have washed without question! Instead she was being a brat.. talking back and refusing him! Who did she think she was?!

With an angry sigh he stepped out of the workshop and stormed to the kitchen, finding bunny eating the now warm canned soup with a solemn expression.

"...Dinner's ready.... Eat if you want.."

She didnt even look at him as she spoke, simply passing him a bowl and continuing to eat. This only made him angrier....it took everything in him no to discipline her right then and there.

"...Why, why must you act like an ungratefull brat!? Like all those whores out there! I though i married a good girl... Not some.. ungrateful slut!"

He yelled out, slamming the table with his hands as he loomed over her tired body. She mearly flinched and looked up at him, her normally happy face tired and frustrated.

"....I spent all day cleaning....I finished all my chores..Its not my fault the chase got messy... Blame that man for breaking into our home...."

That nearly made him snap, but she cut him off before he could yell at her.

"..I... I nees to rest. My back hurts like hell... You know this... I told you this... Several times today! I'll do it later, tomorrow morning maybe, but i cant do it now.."

She said as she stood up, gently pressing her forehead to his as he processed her words.

".... Just...stop yelling... Please...i hate it when you yell..."

Her quiet voice tugged at the lucid side of him. She was right, she had spent the day cleaning, scrubbing the floor of his workshop until the rag she was using was dripping red.

He wasnt so mad about the lack of cleaning as he was about her telling him 'no', her refusing to do as he commanded. But deep down, all through the madness and delusions he loved her to bits and knew she had a point, a much as the other side of him wanted to 'put her in her place' so to speak.

Maybe he should cut her some slack this time....

With a sigh he gently patted her head, he wanted to yell and scream and demand, but there was no use in it, no use in pushing her to exaughstion when it wasnt even her fault the house was dirty again.

"..Fine! tomorrow then. You should have told me why you couldnt clean, Darling. Ill get you something for your back too, no use in having you in pain."

Bunny smiled weakly, giving a tender kiss to his scabbed face. She was surprised that he had accepted this so quickly, having prepared herself for another argument.. but maybe he was changing.

Maybe love can change actually a person?

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Aaaaa im kinda happy with now this turned out. Its not cannon Eddie but shut let me have this. I dont know if its fluff or angst or what but im happy, its been a while since ive written anything :(.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - just breathe

Mr Evershed x Student reader where they end up having a severe panic attack due to overwhelmed because of how crowded the corridor was - ends up losing consciousness and then when she comes to, she feels like she cant move her body but she just needs calming down which he helps with? - Anon💜

The corridors seemed twice as full today as they did yesterday, you kept bumping into people, and you tried to calm your racing heart.

It was getting warmer, and it was getting harder to breathe and you tried to find somewhere to go but you couldn’t.

So you stopped, leaning against the lockers as you gripped your shirt tightly, breathing nearly impossible now and your vision looked like it was pulsing.

No one seemed to stop what they were doing, and you felt yourself fall.

Students immediately stopped and they started shouting for a teacher to help them as they tried to clear some space around you.

Mr Evershed was sat in a meeting with someone’s parents when he heard someone running into the room.

“Mrs Carp I’m in a meeting!” He snapped.

“A students collapsed in the hallways!” She rushed out.

He nodded and quickly stood up.

“I’m so sorry I’ll be back as soon as I can or we can reschedule!”

With that he ran out the room and followed the woman down the hallways to there teachers were pushing students into classrooms out outside.

Mr Evershed dropped down next to you, placing his hand on your wrist.

“An ambulance won’t be here for a at least a two hours.” Mr Hyatt said.

“We have a collapsed student!” Mr Evershed snapped.

“And they can’t do anything, they’re spread thin at the moment with strikes and such.”

Mr Evershed sighed and nodded his head.

“I know sorry. Get all these students out of here, and Mrs Paracha to bring some water.”

The teachers went off to clear the area and Mr Evershed placed his hand on your forehead.

You weren’t sick, you didn’t have a temperature, but as he was checking your pulse he noticed it was racing.

He knew you had anxiety, so he was trying to list all the possible reasons for you collapsing.

Without knowing the reason he couldn’t do anything else to help but sit there with you.

You slowly blinked, opening your eyes and you started to breathe heavily again.

“Hey, calm down. Calm down.”

Mr Evershed came into your view and you tried to sit up but you couldn’t.

“I.. I can’t move.. I can’t move..” you cried weakly.

He gripped your hand tightly.

“Okay. Okay. (Y/N) Breathe. Breathe.”

You nodded and took slow and deep breaths to try and calm yourself down.

He kept instructing you to breathe for a few moments before he nodded his head, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Good. What happened?”

“Panic attack..”

He nodded his head and helped sit you up, leaning you against the lockers.

“Okay. You just need to stay calm okay? Everyone’s in class, this hallway is closed off. Just calm down, you put you body into shut down mode, so you just have to calm down.”

He lifted your hand and held it out, and it was trembling violently.

“Okay. You’re okay. It’s okay.”

“I.. I can’t calm down.. I can’t..”

Mr Evershed looked around trying to find something to distract you before he thought of something.

“Tell me about that song you were showing your friends this morning.”

“The song..?”

He nodded.

“You were playing a song. It sounded good, what was it?”

“Oh.. that’s my favourite band..”

You slowly started to tell him about the song, about your favourite band and what other songs they did and he kept asking questions.

He kept it simple, music related to music you liked.

He kept looking at your hand, and he noticed the trembling had slowed down.

Reaching for the water bottle, he opened it and held it out to you for you to take a drink.

“Do you think you can move.”

You shuffled a little and furrowed your brows a bit.

“Yeah.. but I don’t know if I can stand..”

“That’s okay, I’ll help.”

He stood up and held his hands out to you, letting you pull yourself up, and you leant against the lockers.

You seemed unsteady on your feet so Mr Evershed shook his head.

“Okay, no let’s sit back down.”

He helped you sit back down and carried on talking to you.

He was hoping you’d be able to get to the office by yourself by the time the next class ended or by the time the ambulance got here

[oodlyenough]

aa3 trials and tribulations

alright after dragging my heels to get four months out of a idk 35 hour game i have finished aa3. spoilery thoughts mostly about the last case bc i played the others months ago fjglhgkf

Positive stuff:

FRANZISKA... my mvp... I loved Franziska after aa2 but she was so great here, everything I could've wanted from her lmao. My best worst girl. I LOVED having her hang out with Phoenix fhlgfhgklf incredible, showstopping, spectacular. Their dynamic is sooo much fun and I also really liked seeing her interact with the witnesses outside of the courtroom, and how she tries to establish her authority but uses that authority to try and comfort them, etc -- she gets mad at Phoenix when he isn't complimentary enough of Sister Bikini lol, she takes control of the sacred cavern situation, she bullies Edgeworth into selfcare garden sulking after the earthquake, etc. It was really interesting and kind of sweet, in her way, it was nice to see that side of her. I can easier see how she and Adrian ended up with their weird gay thing although I have to admit Franmaya remains my Franziska ship of choice. (Just yesterday I was telling someone "I want Franziska to show Maya how to use her whip"... so close and yet so far Capcom.)

Defense attorney Edgeworth was awesome what a fun idea, and the Edgeworth/Franziska court battle ruled. I think I talked about it a lot at the time so I won't dwell much but lmao. wonderful. you're both sooooo bonkers

The Fey family drama! Cool af! Love a matriarchal society of women murdering each other. Amazing. I was spoiled for bits and pieces but not for Misty, which was a great surprise, I had expected they'd just leave that thread hanging but resolving it was the correct choice. I also loved that this game gave a bit more of a nod to Mia. I had said in my previous reaction post that I loved Mia having her own lil Moriarty in Dahlia and their showdown was so fun. Get her ass Mia. Pull each other's hair in the afterlife.

The actual plot mystery stuff in this case was great. I was able to do 3-4 and 3-5 without any walkthrough help AND without banging my head into a wall, which really does make it more fun, lol. You feel clever for solving it without feeling like it's being spoonfed. Or at least I didn't feel it was spoonfed :P and I guessed wrong about some things.

I loved Dahlia LMAO she was fr on the stand like "Your honour I was born evil and I died evil and I'm still evil now. Peace". I sort of expected she'd have mixed emotions at least about Iris but uh nope. Choose a way to born: Evil Baby. You could probably say something about AA returning to these cartoonishly evil villains to smooth over any of the ethical quandaries probably but tbh for the most part I just find it fun. Whatever. Cant a girl have hobbies (poisoning, failure).

Less positive stuff:

I was surprised and disappointed to not get a send-off epilogue screen for Edgeworth or Franziska 😔 they just kind of disappeared in the back end of the case, and while I don't have an issue focusing on the Feys in the end, the Edgeworth/Franziska stuff felt a bit unresolved to me, to not even get a few lines when Oldbag and Larry do. I guess Capcom wants me to play AAI (... sort of. not enough to port it or translate it :P).

Two finale cases in a row shelved Maya for a considerable portion. She got much more to do here, in the end -- her as Nick's last witness was very good, and obv she's central to the whole case -- than in 2-4, but I still felt her absence.

And I do wish we'd gotten to see more of Edgeworth and Phoenix interacting - they're sort if implied to be spending time off screen but I would like to see it.jpeg, I thought he was gonna be a more active part of the case after trial day 1. Since AA1 it often feels like the game is juggling characters so I can have like, one fave with me at a time but not more lol. Rude.

The Iris/Phoenix stuff was 🙄 I realize it's futile to be mad about like, token heterosexuality in a 20+ year old video game, but 🙄 lol. Also naturally I spent most of the game believing Dahlia had grudgingly put up with Feenie while dreaming of murder for 8 months and that's so much funnier than the truth turned out to be, lmao. Her eternal torment.

I couldn't stand Godot lmao I didn't like him at the start of the game and by the end I hated him. His gimmick was boring to me at best, I found him deeply condescending and sexist in the case with Mia, and then obviously 3-5 just sent all of that overdrive. The upswing was that he was the killer so that was satisfying for me lmfao. Throw the book at him judge.

Overall:

I see why this is often called the best game. The overarching stories all tied together well, I can see how the cases of the week led into the finale even if I hated one of em (mask de masque do NOT interact), the puzzles are good while being solvable, and there are some really really great fun moments of character stuff in here for almost everyone.

Having said that, I think the first game is still my fave. Its comparatively limited scope meant each major character got their moment, Maya and Edgeworth are my besties and it's the only time I actually got to have both of them around at the same time. And Turnabout Goodbyes is just so good and so is Rise from the Ashes.

I'm sad the trilogy is over 😔 while I wait for 4-6 to get ported I'll play TGAA and AAI, but not sure in which order, and in either case I'm gonna miss my best friend Phoenix Wright. Luv u buddy

[thehopelessexception]

"And I've been a forest fire I am a forest fire And I am the fire and I am the forest And I am a witness watching it"

there are some tears dropping from my eyes while im writing this. i guess it's nothing. im feeling myself changing and i dont know how to make it stop.

i dont know how to explain it, but i feel like something is wrong with me. i mean, ive always felt like something was wrong, but rn, i can feel it crawling from the inside, wanting to take over my head. and i dont know how to make it stop, how to go back to my old self. because i loved myself then, i felt comfortable and confident in it. but now, i feel like im just my body, and theres nothing left.

i always thought i was smart, i always thought i was somehow brilliant. also, people recognized that of me. life has proven it already, a million times over. but right now, i feel like my head is completely empty. i feel empty all the time, but right now it's like nothing i say matters, because theres nothing there. it feels like i have to prove myself, and i cant. and each time, it gets harder and harder to get in touch with that old self.

i dont know where reality is anymore. i dont know what time it is. i dont know what i did yesterday, or a minute ago. i dont know what day it is or what i have to do tomorrow. i feel like the faces of my friends arent there anymore. i dont think i feel lonely, but the world isnt there. i always felt lonely, but now im the only one wandering the world and i dont know if it's because im being ignored or if everything just feels turned off, and im slowly turning off too.

i mean, i always felt like i was alone, but it was a me problem. right now, it feels different. it's like the world isnt there, it's like nothing is there. i dont know where that person is anymore, and i dont feel like i am this person, and i dont like it because i loved that person. i loved me, and i loved happening to be myself.

what about perception, right? i know perception is not reality, but fuck that, i dont believe it anymore. ive always been this confident being. i was so sure of what i was saying, what i was thinking, what i was feeling. but right now, it's like im inside a box that is crystal-clear, and im seeing from the inside how trees are burning down, how the city is falling, all the streets are growing woods, and then there i am, burned. and i understood what mitski meant in a burning hill.

i feel like theres no hope, and i am a hopeful person. if i dont have hope, then whats going to happen to me? is the world crumbling, or is it just me?

and there are tears falling from my eyes, and i feel nothing, like theres nothing there. im saying this out loud because im writing this with my fears. is the worst gone? is the world gone? do we just need to get a job, go to work, go back to being like ants doing their deeds just to die days later, forgotten by their peers? i dont want to be an ant.

and everything i ever believed in is gone. i dont know what to do anymore. what should we do? what should we leave behind? what should i believe in? is my existence just a joke? what if im not here? what if we're not there? whats the purpose of keeping my head up, or looking for solutions, or somehow love? and they said “love”, just as a thing that sets things in motion, but i am so static. i dont have emotions. i dont have moments. i dont have anything. is my life worthless? it’s like im not here. for the first time, it's not because im sad. it's because im scared. im scared of change, and ive been feeling it fading away. i feel my hopes, i feel my mind, my skin, and my hair and my feet, and my mouth, and my eyes fading away. i dont know how to make it stop for good. i love myself too much to disappear, but i think this time it's nothing special. it's not intentional. it's just happening without me even addressing it. i cant help but fading away. i dont recognize myself. i dont recognize my voice. i dont recognize my reflection in the mirror. i feel like theres a fire in me that i turned on and im feeling it burning everything to shreds. and it doesnt matter.

im sleeping a little. every day a little more. i cant stop thinking, and they dont really understand that theres something wrong. even if partly it is, it's not all on me. how do you breathe without oxygen? how do you breathe underwater? im walking for hours, taking wrong turns, and there are no directions worth following. i thought about dying again. to know if so i embrace peace. and sometimes i think it's no longer up to me, but to them. i dont recognize the streets where i grew up. i dont recognize the days passing, the time flying by or stagnating at my door. i dont know what the future holds, or if i even said it or just thought about it. and i dont feel the love or the humanity. i dont feel any smiles. i feel like all the parts of me are fighting with each other, not to stand out, but to hide better. and suddenly, i find myself not recognizing which one of them i am because they're all trying so hard not to be any. they opened the cage to fears, and gets reconfigured, the attachment and pity for my past self. nostalgia becomes innocuous and pathetic in feeling. i dont know where i am. i walk because that's what movement does. i breathe because that’s how lungs do it, and i write because my hands want it that way. but i dont know where she is or who is holding her. i dont remember her eyes, nor her laugh. i dont remember what made her happy, nor do i remember what made her angry. i dont recognize what she was wearing. i dont know what she believed in or what she would give her life for. i dont know who she loves or who she hates. i dont know what her favorite color was either. i only know that i loved her. my last memory is opening the cage to the interest, whose greed disarranged my head. where is she? where are you? i dont want this. i want you to come back. i see the sun become the moon, and i feel it night. the gathering of personalities escaping and climbing the walls before the adults arrive to put things in order has become an orphanage. in the kettle over the fire i see strangers, and also at the mirrors. how did you drink the tea?

parts of me are just breaking loose, outside of myself. if i along my arms, i cannot catch them. i tried, i tried, and i tried, and i cannot keep them. i dont know what i think about stuff anymore. i have a position on everything. i can talk about everything, i know everything, ive learned lots of things. i love knowing, knowledge, and i love to answer questions and to raise my voice. but i dont remember it anymore; i forgot how to do it. every time i try to fix it, i feel like im up in the pits. i feel like im acting the parts on the starring role even when it’s my own movie. im not in the script; im just the voice begging it to do it better. do it better, you're not like this. do it fucking better! and i look from the outside at this person, and i dont know her. and i want to be clear about this: nothing happened to me, it just clicked because ive been dissociating for ten months now. and i feel like every day im not close to being myself again. every day it's harder to remember that person. and i have high migraines, my head hurts, and my tears keep falling even though im not crying. and the fire is getting bigger and bigger, im watching it surrounding me. im surrounded there, like i surrendered to the life i have, but i dont feel.

and i was thinking the other day —not today—, ive always felt like i was incapable of being loved. what if this actually happens and what if i fall in love? what if this person wants a child? because i dont know if i can have a child, not because of something specific i guess, but because i know i cant. it's not that i dont want it, i know i cant. im not sure im capable of that mentally.

what if i grow old? whats going to happen then? because im living the best years of my life doing absolutely nothing. the clock is ticking, tick tock, tick tock, every day. i cannot see myself being pregnant. i cannot see myself being responsible for anyone or anything. how can i find love if i dont find it for generations? because i want the magic of being loved by a child and i want it to have my face. i have nothing against adopting a kid, i think that's probably one of the plan b's, but i want that magic of genetics too. i want to know that magic. maybe i never actually thought of that, that much.

i am asking so many questions that a year ago i remember i knew how to answer to. and every time i breathe, i exhale. every time i close my eyes, i think i need to stop. i need to stop thinking for my own sake because i dont have the answers to anything, when i used to have them all. i dont know who i am anymore. i dont know what i want anymore. i dont know what to love anymore, what to believe in, and i dont know whats supposed to be. im so tired.

[rabidcriterion]

bro im so.

we're having a renovation on our bathroom right now. its the only one in the house, so it's fucked up my morning routine for heading out to work significantly. you know porta potties? well apparently they make porta showers too!! my bedroom also shares a wall with the bathroom, so we had to remove all of the photo frames and anything else off the wall so it won't fall and break.

on top of that, my relatives who live in the country just so happened to have to visit (they couldn't possibly stay in a hotel, apparently it's an entirely new skill for my newrly 50 year old mother to say no) and stay for about a week. they go to bed early and wake early, which means that every night at 9pm every light in the house had to be off, and if i needed water (which i would usually go to the bathroom to get) or pain management or anything else, i couldnt get it.

i returned from being away over the weekend to find the pillows from my bed were missing because my parents had decided to clean them, and didn't bother putting them back

all of these small changes have had a pretty big impact on my life at home, before the renovation i sold/donated a lot of my stuff that was just taking up space, and because of removing the photos from the wall there is still just as much clutter lying around as there was before. sellijg and donating that stuff took a lot of effort for minimal impact, and i only did that because my parents suggested it. i am finding it all very stressful.

so then my mother comes up to me in the kitchen this morning, whispering even though i have music blasting through my headphones. i take a second to pause what's playing and remove my headphones to hear her better and then she repeats about the same thing she just said. for no reason she repeats herself again, all without getting to the actual fucking point of what she was saying. it also sounded like she was telling me to do something. after her failing to tell me what it was for the third time in a row, i asked if she could get to the point, and then she told me i was rude and stormed off.

i dont know why this is pissing me off so much. i guess being 25 years old and having no other options but to live at home is why. i fully can't be an adult when my parents are around. i cant cook because theyre already putting on dinner every night when i get home, except for when they arent, in which case they dont always tell us. i went out last night for around an hour and was home by 10pm. on a friday night. my mum cracked it at me because i didnt tell her i was going anywhere. (mind you, if i mentioned i was going anywhere, i wouldnt be! she wouldnt allow it)

oh also i came home yesterday and found the one pillow thats been missing from my bed for a week, which i was beginning to think my parents had thrown out. it was thrown into a corner and had black marks on it where there were none before. what was the fucking point in washing it then if it was only going to get dirtier?

[pwblogarchive]

July 2006

July 1, 2006

“sex and the city (the part theyll never tell you)”

its strange here this time of year. because the weather never changes.it is always summer here. so it doesnt feel like the same desperate love of these three pages on the calendar. or at least not what i am used to.patrick and i wrote a song yesterday. not a hit single or maybe anything that would even turn your head.noone knows how it goes.sometimes the worst wishes are the ones that come true.yellow and white lines to the coast.you can learn to love anything if its around enough.some people learn to love their mistakes.shakes hands. "thank you, our time is up".what keeps you coming back?i got a long rap sheet.(the statute of limitations is running out on you pretty fast).the powders wet. the sparks arent coming.the hammer isnt hitting. its spinning.you can learn to love anything.posted by xo @ 11:22 PM

July 5, 2006

the last thing i think of before i fall asleep and the first thing i think of when i wake

regardless of what stars i end up under- for the best and for the worst- you have made me who i am. and i try to make myself more decent and better only because of you.

haveanicelife

Posted by xoat 6:06 AM

June 5, 2006

Stick around long enough and everyone becomes parody of themselves 

you dont hate me, you hate the part of you that is like me. i cant sit here and ride my flaws until the end because the truth is i live the charmed life because of you and them. we are a gang. maybe its time to disband. im not sure i am thinking clearly but i just want you to know that i waited on you guys calls all night- they never came. i just wanted to say i miss you or im sorry or you know something that would have meant something to you. i would have made it poetic and memorable or at least something you could laugh at while drifting off to sleep. always trying to relive the glory days.

i dont care how poorly these sentences were constructed or how in the light of day i will wish i had not written them- right now i can only curse the fucking light off of this stupid western city because it wont ever get dark enough for sleep but otherwise how could you guide your way back here?

my head always feels warm right before i pass out, i always worry that there is something wrong and i wont wake up or you know i will. promise me that you wont take anything i ever say too seriously.

July 7, 2006

“his and hers”

sometimes i cant wait to be forgotten.i wish i could put up an away message in real life and just go to sleep forever.posted by xo @ 3:10 AM

July 7, 2006

“im so sorry, but not really. ('straighten up and die right’)”

i said i want to be rebuilt like a frank lloyd wright only without all of the water damage. or painted over like a monet only less blurry. she said “no, youre something different”. like what? “something better”. it gave me the rush of warm blood like you see in cartoon dogs right before their eyes pop out and all of the bells go off. my head is spinning like a car off of an icy guardrail. show me what you are made of. your eyes were always rolling but youd tilt your head so they were somehow always still stuck on me (have your cake and eat it too). i feel safe but not like a bet more like the way mothers feel when the lock the car doors in bad neighborhoods. i am blue waves across the red rootlike veins in the bodies drawn flat in medical books. i wonder at the way that someone can write thousands and thousands of pages about my insides. when i met you i gave you a name- not your own- but in my head so i wouldnt ever mix you up with anyone so ordinary- i cant tell you- but to me it meant salvation. you only wanted reaction. but i cant be bothered. not anymore. ill see you in the spring. first pew on the left. wear your white veil and dont forget the words. warped tour. sun drenched days. bestfriends. new roads. so long salvation. dont worry your pretty little heads. i am sleeping safe tonight.

July 8, 2006

“the fraternal order of the handsome boy”

ive been watching you from afar

my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the car

candy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding.

"youre the stranger ive been dreaming of", stranger than any ive ever known.

love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me.

late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on you

to make you think of me the very same way i think of you.

i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them.

fireworks over the valley. how can i tell you i gut people for a living.

that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history.

over and over again.

how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else.

how im humble and arrogant at the same time,

chased and never caught.

that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you.

that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care.

youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away.

the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct. my head cant keep up.

i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden.

i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you.

"im blowing smoke rings around the moon...."

i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.

Posted by xoat 2:36 AM

July 11, 2006

we used to talk on the phone every single day (nooneknowshowitreallygoes).

its strange the way people will window shop on your life or score it for style and grace.

my personality and everything about me is just a carefully constructed collage of magazine articles and flashy pictures.

i am (not) real.

sometimes the days spent all by myself in my head are the scariest.

its enough to make you want to pack it up and call it a day.

all i can do is read and write and wait.

ihavecodedmessagesforyou.aretheygettingthrough.

Posted by xoat 6:32 PM

July 14, 2006

a little life, alot of death (i want to be known for my hits not my mrs.)

i should probably not be typing in this mood. i wish there was a lock on the keyboard. it is too enthralling in a state like this. just like all of this has always been. the world around me has changed as if overnight. "for someone so smart you are acting pretty stupid". i cant focus on but like three thoughts in my head but i am compeltely wrapped in them. they keep me warm at night. i pray for something to crash into me and smash me back to something more simple. i pray for fistfights so i cant be knocked out and wake up in the e.r. i wish for disaster so i can be razed. im telling you if i could do any of it again, im pretty sure i wouldnt.

fuck your life under the microscope.

fuck your conclusions.

you have no idea.

it never got me anywhere but here.

over and over again.

every single time.

i wish for five months ago. and not in the way you would imagine either. "you are unfixable". my eyes are washed out but they dont feel clean. they are strong you know not the athletic type, but could definitely used to carrying heavy bags. im guessing in any real light i will delete this, apologies in advance. whatever caption is written next to the picture is the exact opposite of me. i am mapless. you are caught. lets go out and get forgotten.

bad news travels fast. and i am the worst of it.

i will always remember the day i met you.

"leave you feelings in your heart boy".

Posted by xoat 12:57 AM

July 22, 2006

“my phone cuts out in the same place every single day ("the gospel of gossip").”

it feels like there is so much to say.but it can only be said in songs.please dont go so quickly."The city with fires of night seemed an archipelagoWomen asked the love and for the dulieBut in my eyes of male horror I rememberThe busy ones of the evening were never prettyThen the day returned but sometimes without sunTo draw up the houses coast at coast at the edge of streetsWhere our lives with the other smilar lives are mislaidLives trailing their shade while passing in the streetIntercalated in the year they was widowed daysBloody and slow Fridays of burialsWhite and whole blacks come from the skies which cryWhen the woman of the devil beat her lover"guillame appolinairesend me a flashlight. i cant seem to find my faith.iwishicould.posted by xo @ 2:17 PM

July 23, 2006

“we used to talk on the phone every single day (nooneknowshowitreallygoes)”

its strange the way people will window shop on your life or score it for style and grace.my personality and everything about me is just a cerfully constructed collage of magazine articles and flashy pictures.i am (not) real.the puppy is purple after spilling a grape soda on himself. he then ate the tropic of cancer by miller. paperback, so i guess it went down easier.sometimes the days spent all by myself in my head are the scariest.its enough to make you want to pack it up and call it a day.all i can do is read and write and wait.ihavecodedmessagesforyou.aretheygettingthrough.posted by xo @ 8:32 PM

July 26, 2006

you spend every waking moment and many sleeping ones thinking of one heart, one person. you let it slip, they let it slip. who knows where it all begins or ends. but as it falls to pieces you keep grabbing them and collecting them less like for a museum of things that used to matter and more like you are going to keep putting it back together. except there are akways a few pieces missing each time. deep breaths. slow your heart beat. the road winds. there was a time before you always felt like this. try to remember pete. you are being pulled in every direction. everything is bigger under the microscope. you want it to be simple. you make it complicated. "hey, pete- i am middle ground. how come we've never met before". sometimes i wish i could re-engineer the path from my heart to the tip of my tongue and let my head have a shot at it. i dont got bigdreams, i just want to be okay. it comes down to my word versus your word versus the worlds word and i dont think i want to anymore. im worn out. my head is full, my eyes are empty. the dog loves the salt in the corners of my eyes and on my cheeks- i am nervous about cutting it from his diet. and i could and should be, and jealous of it, from the children on the street walking hand in hand with their mothers to the homeless man content with his world of a bench. and noone knows the way i spend my nights counting the individuals grains in the tiles in the bathroom, the coolness of the floor the only comfort- or if anyone does they dont want to ehar it, i cant blame you... i dont even want to hear it anymore. in the mornings the world is blurry. it comes in and out of focus. this is when im the worst. when i awake from a dream to realize that none of it was real possibly ever.one of the things stranger than realizing you are alone in this world is realizing that you are not.pupils the size of baby worlds.every bad decision is put on file for later viewing. mapquest your way back to me, take a turn for the worse and then continue for .5 miles.i want to file a restraining order against myself.and i want to be myself again looking at my reflection in your eyes from the first time i failed you. i am nostalgic for disaster. i want it back.he sleeps sound. he has no care for what buzzes and changes in the world around him.because of this i envy him.run away from a city because of one single heartbeat. it doesnt make sense.its not that i dont trust you, actually it is. and i dont trust myself when i think of you. i sell myself out.i wish you were awake right now. i just want to let myself be happy.posted by xo @ 3:53 AM

July 28, 2006

as i run away from everything i have ever known. just whisper in my ear."and the tears come streaming down your facewhen you lose something you can't replacewhen you love some one but it goes to wastecould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youHigh up above or down belowWhen you're too in love to let it goBut if you never try you'll never knowJust what you're worthLights will guide you home"so obvious. so much more brilliant than i could ever imagine to be.be bright and shine. its dark. im sorry ive come so off course.tell the pilot to clear us to land in your backyard.posted by xo @ 11:02 PM

July 30, 2006

regardless of what stars i end up under- for the best and for the worst-you have made me who i am. and i try to make myself more decent and better only because of you.happybirthday.posted by xo @ 3:05 PM

[wheretheyrot]

I think I was born to care too much.

I babysit my niece in a house full of her family, I'm the only one who plays with her without complaining until my knees are sore and my back hurts. I cant help but see myself in her, the youngest after so many kids, ignored by the older taller folks unless she screams. She's so smart, so was I. She's called bossy, so was I. She likes rice cakes and cream cheese, and a special kind of grapes, she's so much like me it makes my heart hurt.

She talks to herself like I did, making up stories in her own head. I wish I could see what she sees, think what she thinks. I wonder if time passes the same for her like it does me. Children are so full of happiness and wonder that it almost seems to come off them in waves. She names her dolls, she calls every bug a baby looking for its mother, she hands with her small, chubby ones and leans close to tell me the biggest secret in her world.

As I stand in the messy kitchen, while everyone else is asleep or busy, I spread more cream cheese on her rice cakes for her. I claim, "You ate all that up, good job! You must be getting ready to grow, girl!" and she giggles, explaining to me that she is a big girl already, and her tone makes me laugh. She tells me things like they're the most obvious fact in the whole world. I agree, she is a big girl.

Between you and me, though, I still remember when she was a chunky little baby, napping beside me, crawling after me, babbling incoherently. I remember when she couldn't say my name right, and I remember the confused little turn when my sister told her to give something to my desdname, and she saw nobody who fit the name. Yesterday she told me, "Mummy called you a girl, isn't that silly?" I wish everyone was a kind as she was about that. I wish misgendering trans people could be reduced to something dumb and silly by their own little toddlers.

She told me my boyfriend doesn't sound like a boy, and I said some boys have high voices. She giggled, I think she understood. My sister lectures me constantly, saying that it's no big deal. I agree, it's not. I tell her things if she asks, and she asked if I was a boy, I said yes, that was that. I hope the world never ruins that for her. I wish, as silly as wishing is, that I could protect her forever abd ever, and nobody would ever be cruel to her, or teach her cruelty.

[theluxuriansecret]

Diary Entry 6.18.2024

Dear Diary,

I haven't felt this consistently anxious in a really long time. It is really starting to get to me. I had my phone on DND all day and cried when I got home. I know that the answers lay within me, I just have to dig them out. I hate that I don't take the time to write (or type) as much as I used to, and I need to start getting back to my routine. I swear I say that every week and yet there is something about life that does not help me stick to it. I understand that life throws you curve balls sometimes, but I feel like.. why cant I dodge any of them? Why must I fall off every single time? I am starting to grow frustrated with myself because I feel as though there are too many outside factors starting to effect me. I try to let the emotions flow through me, but then it becomes everything at once and I can't handle it.

To begin, my moms misery is truly starting to rub off on me I feel. On Sunday, it was fathers day, my grandma didn't feel too well so we all went to dinner as 4, it has been a really long time since we did that. For the most part, I think dinner went really well. We were all laughing, making jokes, even my brother was participating. Until my mom brought up the fact that she's the one thats been cleaning out the fridge, they got a little loud about it, but my dad ultimately thanked her for cleaning out the fridge on his day. It was true, my dad was not holding up his end of the chores so naturally it fell onto my mom. I can completely understand her frustrations, but sometimes I wish she could put her misery aside for the rest of her family. That seems like such a selfish thing to wish for, but for a moment it felt like we were normal again, until she made it incredibly clear that we weren't. The food was really good though.

Moving on, but similar topic, my mother and I have really been butting heads. I just feel like some space would be really nice. I wish I had my own space, I wish I could just have the people I wanted over with out a three day notice. I wish that I didn't have to tell her every detail of every part of my plans. I appreciate her being such an incredible parent, I appreciate the fact that she is very attentive in my life and knows my friends names, and what they mean to me etc, but sometimes it just becomes too much. DO NOT get me wrong, I love that both of my parents are alive and I am grateful, but I cannot help but think about how I am trapped in these four wells, shrinking. In this house I feel small and helpless.

One of my friendships I truly feel is on the fence. Yesterday, my 4 friends and I went to dinner and one of them (one that I share a tattoo with) made a face at our other friend (who we also share the tattoo with) because I laughed a little loud. I have a really loud laugh, it's true, and it may have been right in her ear, but not on purpose. But I just felt like making fun of me right in front of me was truly rude, and I feel like this is the same thing I've dealt with in the past. I feel like she likes me, but she also doesn't like me. I think she enjoys my company, but also just doesn't like me. I don't know what that means. She has made sly comments, and faces and other uncomfortable remarks before, but I always decided to let it slide because they were moments where I wanted to just keep the peace and enjoy my night, but right now I do not feel peace, I feel very far from it actually, and I hate that. I've decided I am not going to be as present in her life as I want right now, not a full removal, but a full step back. I've done way too much for that girl or her to treat me as she does, it's just not right.

Lastly - I love my boyfriend, things are gong well on paper, but something feels off. I asked him if we were in good standing and he said yes, he also emphasized how our relationship was good in a situation that happened in his own life. I can't help but wonder why he hasn't told me he loves me without me saying it first in a week. I don't want to assume anything, or put anything negative out there. but I swear it started a week ago. And i know he has been going through things on his own so I try to give not only myself grace, but him as well. I also try to remind myself that no matter happens outside of me, it is not a reflection of me. I have enjoyed the experience thus far, and just like anything else in this life, it is an experience. I am grateful to experience all that I have in the years I have spent on this earth, and I will continue to the years count on.

no tags today, xoxo

[swiftfootedachilles]

people are so weird how are u gonna bash a well meaning person and then refuse?? to tell them?? WHY you’re bashing them?? if ur post was offensive then explain why jesus christ this is not how u have healthy useful dialogue with people, it’s just piling unnecessary hate and cruelty on someone. i’m really sorry you’re being treated so shittily by this fandom, i love your posts.

hey thank you so much for this. the handful of people ive talked to have been very understanding of my side and agree that it seems like this person already didn't like me and was looking for a way to renounce me+my posts

truly, i don't know why she feels my posts are offensive. i hate the idea that a jewish person feels i was antisemitic and fetishizing jewish culture. i researched antisemitic fetishization tropes in opera during my undergrad program. ive always tried my hardest to understand minority communities that i am not a part of, without overstepping and seeming like a white knight/savior. i have always been guided through life by my ethics and a burning need for social justice. i want to fix this!

i was really pissed off yesterday and used more aggressive language in my posts and replies. today my head is clearer but im just as confused. i never expect minorities to do the emotional labor of researching topics for me and handing everything over on a silver platter. i will gladly educate myself, but i cant do that when i don't know what i did wrong. this isn't a situation where i did something clearly wrong and there's an obvious gap in my understanding - ive asked multiple friends where they feel i went wrong, and all of them have said they aren't sure

one very kind person messaged me about how, from an outsiders perspective, they were reminded of other situations where autistic people have their words or actions purposefully misinterpreted, and that seriously opened my eyes. OBVIOUSLY im not saying this person is accusing me of antisemitism because she hates autistic people. but i have often experienced people purposefully misrepresenting me and getting mad without explanation. everything starts out good, great even, and i build a script with which to interact with others. but eventually, you get very comfortable and stop following a script, start to unmask a little. and suddenly all hell breaks loose.

you're not acting right. you said the wrong thing. who would say something like that? so inappropriate. and when you ask for clarification because you genuinely do not know what you did wrong, all you receive are eyerolls and more hate because you should already know this, im not gonna spoonfeed everything to you. you're an adult figure it out yourself.

like i said, i don't think she's, like, hating on me for being autistic. i think ive gained a certain reputation (of what i don't know) in the shameless fandom, and people are projecting their preexisting judgement into me. this means that they don't actually want me to apologize. they don't care. they think i am already not a good person and just want to point that out to me to shame me into saying sorry because they think it'll knock me down a few pegs. whatever. my real offline life is much worse than getting mildly ganged up on on the internet. ill survive. i still want to finish my mickey embroidery and my edits/webweavings and my fics. maybe i will, maybe i won't. like ive mentioned many times before, i have pretty bad rejection sensitive dysphoria and i need to be reassured i will get feedback on my works before i ever post them. my fics were already being ignored by most of the big fandom writers - i think those will just have to be scrapped because i genuinely cannot take hollowing out my chest and putting it to paper only to get a few nice comments/kudos. the embroidery though, that's for me. i definitely wanna do it. the other original posts like webweavings, idk maybe i really don't know

[dr4cking]

I could request a smut with draco post war, where he and his wife (reader) have tried to have sex but their young children always interrupt them in some way, so they give it to cissy to take care of so they can have privacy. Thank you and only if you feel comfortable writing this request😊😊

Interruption.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.

a/n : hi! thank you for requesting! this one is a really cute idea 😂💞

draco twisted the doorknob entering the house with his sleeping 5 year old son on his hips, the familiar scent tickling his nose as he step into their house, a smile crept up to his face as he sees the mother of his kid busying herself in the kitchen.

“hi dray, he’s asleep?” y/n whispers, walking to her husband, examining their son and she smiles as she sees her son sleeping peacefully resting his head on his father’s shoulder.

“he is, love. i think he got exhausted after playing all day in the park, lemme put this little guy on his bed first okay?” draco said as he kisses her forehead before heading into his son’s bedroom.

draco put scorpius carefully on his bed, pulling the cover up to his small body, he chuckles internally as he watched that scorpius is a spitting image of him. he left a kiss on his forehead as he closed the door quietly then head downstairs going back to his wife.

“hey, how’s your day? i miss you so much, love” draco put his hand around y/n’s waist startling her, he buried his face onto the crook of her neck inhaling his favorite scent making her giggles.

“i miss you too, dray. its been lovely, how about you hmm? did you have fun with our little guy?” y/n said not turning back as she still chopping the carrots.

“we did but he kinda took out all of my energy, you know what that means, right?” draco smirked as he pressed her back closer to his chest, his hands started to groping around her body.

“d-draco scorpius is s-sleeping” y/n said between her moans as her husband pressed her ass against his crotch and rubbing it behind her, she gripped the knife harder.

“then we’ll have to be quiet” he turns her around pushing her back against the table carefully, quickly catching her lips on his, kissing his wife hungrily moaning instantly into the kiss. she broke the kiss to catch some breath.

“f-fuck y/n” draco let out a whispered moan into her ear as he starts grinding his boner on her core, y/n throw her head back in pleasure feeling butterflies errupted in her stomach as he starts to trailing kisses down on her neck and still grinding on her.

“god its been so long since the last time, baby. i cant believe we managed to last that long” y/n chuckles at his words but turns into a hitched moan as draco pulled down the straps of her dress and latching his lips onto her nipple sucking on it, she interlocked her hand with his hair.

“no bra, yeah? as if you know you were gonna get fucked” y/n bites down her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving her husband who started to go down kissing her stomach, she gets more excited as he lifts up the bottom of her dress and kissing her inner thighs.

“d-draco please-” y/n hooked one of her leg onto his shoulder as he pushes her panties aside, he was about to gives all her craving but-

“mommy, daddy!” both of them froze as they heard a small footsteps approaching them, they quickly redressing themselves and act normal as their son run to y/n, hugging her leg.

“whats wrong baby?” y/n asked worriedly as she gets down on his level, patting his head.

“i’m having a nightmare mommy” she places soft kisses to all over his face to calm him down then she looks at draco who still held the frustation on his face, she wanted to laugh but she remember that her baby needs her right now.

“c’mon daddy lets put scorpius back in his room” y/n teasingly said running her fingers on his cheek, draco clenched his jaw gritting his teeth as he realizes what his wife playing at.

“you’re gonna regret that, babygirl” draco whispers into her ear as she walking the three of them to scorpius’s bedroom, he walked behind her and squeezing her ass, he smirks when he heard her gasped.

after an hour of reading scorpius a book, telling him a story, he finally gets back into his sleep but y/n and draco are too tired to continuing what they were about to do in the kitchen.

y/n look up to her husband who already staring at her, her mouth agape as she watches draco mouthed “i’m still horny” to her. holding out her laughter she shook her head.

“not now draco, we almost get caught by our son” y/n said quietly cant help but chuckles lowly when she sees draco whining and rubbing his face in frustration.

>>>>>

the next day comes, draco was sitting on his chair working through something, a quill on his hand and a parchment in front of him. then he heard rustling behind him, he turns around to find his beloved wife, only in a towel.

y/n gives him a wink and motioning him to come over making draco gulped, he made his way to her as fast as possible then pulling her closer by her waist, his lips immediately founding hers, his hand goes to unwrap the towel and it falls down onto the floor.

draco let out a grunts as he sees y/n’s exposed body he was getting hard by the seconds, he grabbed her by her thighs and placed her on his desk. his hands roaming around her body.

y/n moans softly when she feels draco sucking on her nipple, his hand playing with the other and his free hand rubbing her clit collecting the wetness, he brought his fingers into his mouth sucking it hungrily making y/n whimpers at his action. draco was about to pulls down his sweatpants until he heard a soft knocks on the door, he groaned in frustration.

“mommy, daddy? i’m so bored, can we go get an ice cream?” scorpius yelled behind the door making draco frustrated more.

y/n melted at her son’s voice, quickly getting a piece of clothes and putting it on, draco look at her in disbelief.

“are you serious, y/n?” draco loves his son so much but he always had a bad timing.

“draco he wants to get an ice cream, i cant say no to him, later okay? now c’mon” y/n chuckles at his pouted face, she kisses the tip of his nose and leading him with her to approaching their child.

after hours taking a walk and getting an ice cream per their son’s wishes, they go back to the house.

draco took a seat on the couch in their living room reading daily prophet while his wife and his kid starts to playing together in front of him, enjoying their day off but suddenly an owl barging into the house making the three of them turning their heads at it. draco raised his eyebrows in confusion as he takes the letter from the owl.

y/n rose up from the floor wanting to see who was sending them a letter, scorpius still unbothered playing with his toys.

“oh its from mother” draco said as he opened the enveloped.

Dear Draco & Y/n,

How are you? I havent heard anything about the three of you, I sent this letter to tell you both that Lucius & I missed our grandchild so much, I was hoping that he could stay for a little bit in the Manor, we wanted to spend some time with him. I wish you all healthiness as always.

Narcissa.

“perfect.” draco smirked as he finishes reading his mothers’ letter looking up to his wife with a sly grin making her blush.

“scorp?” he called out his son smiling at him as scorpius turning his head to listen to his father.

“do you want to stay with your grandmother and grandfather? they said they missed you and will be happy if you’re staying with them for awhile.”

“really? of course yes dad!! i missed them so much, mommy please pack my stuff” scorpius shouted happily, jumping around with his toy in his hand making his parents laugh at their boy’s cuteness.

in the evening, draco, y/n and scorpius apparated to the Malfoy Manor. lucius and narcissa already waiting at the front door welcoming the little family happily. scorpius runs to his grandmother and she picked him up kissing his cheeks.

“draco, y/n aren’t you staying too?” lucius asked as he watched the couple didnt go inside with them.

“uh father actually we were kinda busy- the work is stuffing up our faces.. but thank you for willing to take care of scorpius” draco nervously said as lucius looked at them in confusion but after connecting the dots together, he nods giving his son a smirk.

“sure sure, have fun you two” y/n widen her eyes but quickly laughed it off, the pair blushing madly because of draco’s father words but draco hurriedly takes her hand in his and apparating back to their house saving them from embarrassment.

as they appeared back in their house draco opened the door and shoving his wife inside kicking the door behind them as he pushed y/n against it.

“woah woah slow down draco” y/n laughs at her husband aggressiveness but interrupted by his lips capturing hers, she returns the kiss with the same passion, moans slipped off of her as draco undressing both of them.

“fuck- i cant take it anymore baby wanna take you right here right now” draco places wet kisses on her neck, marking every inch of her skin. he slowly get down after he finished assaulting her neck, continuing what he was doing yesterday, but now without any interruptions.

“draco.. oh- fuck” y/n couldnt control her moans anymore as draco drowned his head between her thighs eating her out making his wife squirming and scratching on the door.

draco let out a hum at the taste of her, he was hungry he eats her out like a starved men, its not only for her but for his pleasure too. y/n’s moan ringing in his ear filling the house making he gets more hungrier, he inserts his fingers into her thrusting and curling them inside of her making her body shake, his tongue skillfully playing with her clit.

“oh my god draco.. i-im so close!” y/n warned him, she was closer than she thought, after she said that she felt her orgasm snapped through her body, a loud moan of her husband’s name escaped her lips, it feels too good.

“fuck i missed this, babygirl. taste so fucking delicious.” draco hummed as he lapping up her juices closing his eyes at the taste, he was longing for it.

draco stand up after he finished, looking at y/n who was still catching her breath, he chuckles deeply before reconnecting their lips, shoving his tongue down her throat letting her taste herself, he squeezes her ass giving it a few slaps before placing one of her legs on his waist and he starts to lining his cock on her glistening cunt. whimpers and begging came out from her mouth.

“h-holyfuck y/n feels so good” draco groans as he bottomed fully inside her letting her adjust for a second before picking up his pace, he starts to rocked in and out of her, her walls clenching and squeezing hard around him making it impossible for him to last longer.

y/n’s body bouncing up and down uncontrollably against the door, all she cares now was getting her high again and feeling her husband’s cum filling her up. she rolled her hips fucking him back, loud moan left her lips as the head of his brushing her spot, draco took a notice and pounding harder into thek spot making her seeing the stars.

“fuck fuck fuck y/n im gonna fucking come if you keep doing that.” draco wrapped both of her legs on his waist the new angle making his cock going deeper inside her, he screams her name as y/n starts to pulsing around him signaling she was close, he sneaked one of his hand and rubbed a small circle on her clit making her body jolted out at the double pleasure.

“yes- yes.. oh my god im cumming daddy!” y/n doesnt care about her words anymore as she lets her second orgasms washed over her- wait no she’s.. she just squirted all over draco.

“holy shit! that was so fucking hot.. gonna give you all of my cum until you carry my second child.. f-fuck y/n take all of me!” draco screams her name out loud as he stilled, shooting all of his semen into his wife filling her womb non stop until some of it dripped out of her but he quickly pushing it back inside not letting it go to waste.

draco is still inside her, both of their bodies shaking from their intense orgasms. y/n look up to him, sweats running on his forehead, his blonde hair messy, mouth hung open to steadying his breath, he looks like a god.

they continue their activities for a whole days, now without interruptions. rounds after rounds, on the couch, on the desk, against the walls, in their room, in the bathroom, basically everywhere in their house, it was like they were making up for the lost times.

and a month after, lucius and narcissa were given a news, that draco and y/n are expecting their second child.

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[scarsforsupper]

Happy Birthday, Viktor

Viktor x f!reader 

wc: 4.2k

HI hi im a few days late—i only found out that it was viktors day when it was the 30th in my country :’) so i speedran a viktor bday special bc i cant not participate!! (UNCHECKED & UNREVISED)

 It was past midnight when Viktor decided it would be about time to wrap things up. He’d usually opt to crash in the lab—it was always convenient for him as it saved him the time to get to the lab from his apartment. His desk calendar showed the date, it was December 29. Ah, it’s that day already? Ever since his mother’s unfortunate passing, Viktor had never celebrated his birthday again. He didn’t see any point in celebrating it alone; without people to celebrate it with. He treated it like it was any other day. Not that he could complain—he’d never told anyone about his special day either.

But all of that changed when you walked into his life.

He remembers the day he first laid his eyes on you as if it were yesterday, the way you smelled, what you were wearing—a black button-up blouse paired with an equally black skirt that cut just below your knee. Your hair in a half up-half down do, arms occupied with tattered papers of Jayce’s blown-up research.

You, along with Viktor, were tasked to aid the enforcers led by Sheriff Grayson, to dispose of everything potentially dangerous. It was the first time you met the assistant to the dean of the academy; you’ve previously heard of him from your colleagues, but all that went around did not measure up to the man in question.

“Who are you anyway?” The man being convicted demanded.

“I am assistant to the dean of the academy—who it may serve you to remember is also the head of the council.”

‘So this is the Viktor everyone has been talking about,’ you thought.

They said he was tall, but he was gracefully poised, standing perfectly in his reserved posture. They said he had gold eyes, but he had amber pools swirling in mystery; it only pulled you in further, losing yourself in those medallions of his. They said he had brown hair, but he had auburn tufts of soft locks that curled up ever so slightly by the ends, allowing him a softer image in contrast to his angular features. He was an angel.

“-which, according to my list, includes you.”

You turned to the rich sound of Viktor’s voice, heavily pelted by his accent—it made you want to learn about him even more. He gave you a once over before turning back to the man, you suddenly felt conscious. You folded your arms before you in hopes of gaining at least a tiny bit of confidence. You were thankful Viktor took his eyes off you, otherwise you would’ve wished the ground swallowed you whole.

“What!? How am I dangerous!?” The man who you’d learn was called Jayce, bellowed.

Apparently, this was his apartment, illegal equipment strewn everywhere—you could only think of where he got those. It was no mystery to you that those specific types of equipment can only be bought from the Undercity’s junk shops—you, yourself were from the Undercity. One thing you didn’t hear from your colleagues, though, was that Viktor was, too.

You stepped forward, hoping to make your presence known, “That’s for the council to decide.” You smiled as the two males’ gaze fell on you. You nodded in the direction of Grayson, who stepped forward to take Jayce’s hands to cuff them.

As the Sheriff and the man left the premises, you were left with Viktor, all the other enforcers left in trail of their leader. You wandered around the apartment in silence, occasionally studying journals you’d pick up, when you found a particular one—one that heavily intrigued you. Although you were nowhere as smart as Viktor, you still were a scientist yourself.

‘Runes…? Magic?’ You would’ve thought, ‘What on earth is he thinking?’ but…..but. He was onto something. This theory of his… it wasn’t entirely bonkers, contrary to what the council might think.

Slowly, you paced around the room, looking for Viktor, you had a feeling he’d be intrigued too. You didn’t know him for long, but if there was one thing you were sure of, it’s that he is a scientist himself. And you knew that scientists never give up.

As soon as you spotted the mop of brown hair, you made your way across the room; he was standing by the hole that overlooked the city, the one made by the blast.

“I…. I found data. Very interesting data I thought you might want to take a look at.” You handed him the notebook as you stepped towards the hole.

The view before you was magnificent, in stark contrast to the rubble surrounding you caused by the explosion. From here, you could see the main building of Piltover, where trials and meetings were usually held. Surrounding the building were townhouses, colorful roofs littering below. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, few clouds spotted here and there. Piltover had never looked so majestic.

“Hm…” You turned to the direction of the sound, tearing your gaze away from scenery. You stalked over to where Viktor was; he was seated on the chair where Jayce previously occupied. You leaned against the wall, crossing your leg over the other as he spoke.

“This…. magic theory of his… you read this too, correct?”

“I did, yes. I must admit, I first thought it was impossible too, yet… at the same time, it might actually be achievable.”

“I have to agree. We could—should talk this over lunch. This,” he motioned to the journal, waving it in the air, “has too much potential to be destroyed.”

You nodded; could only nod after what he just said. The two of you? Lunch?

“Quit smiling at me, I’ll mess up my sentences if you keep looking at me like that.”

“I’m sorr—what?” You hadn’t even realized you were smiling, “Apologies, I just—” What do I say!? “I’m Y/N. By the way.” You extended your arm towards him for a handshake, hoping it could quell the awkward atmosphere.

He held your hand, firm in his grasp. “I know,” his accent thick in his voice you swore you’d melt right then and there. And he knew your name.

“You—you know me?”

“Why of course, how could I not, when you’re all the male student body talks about?” He let out a small chuckle, letting go of your hand reluctantly.

You were taken aback. You didn’t really think of yourself in such high regard that Viktor would hear from you—just like how you’d heard of him.

“Guess I’m not alone, then,” you laughed, feigning confidence, you were a hundred percent certain that you’ve went through all shades of red and pink in the past 10 minutes, “I’ve only ever heard of you from my colleagues, too.” You found it extremely difficult to look him in the eye.

It was his turn to blush. Thankful for his intuition to sit earlier, he didn’t have to worry about shifting his weight on his good leg when his bad one ran out of energy. He brought a hand to his neck to hide his embarrassment in hopes of masking his shyness as he searched his mind for something to say. You beat him to it.

“We absolutely cannot let the council do away with, uh, what’s his name again? Jake?”

“Jayce,” He responded

“Right—Jayce. Not until we debrief him about this.”

He thought for a moment.

“I’d be finished with Heimerdinger by 9 in the evening, would that be alright? I apologize for the latency but I would be busy until then.” You weren’t much of an earlier sleeper yourself, so you saw absolutely no problem with the time.

“Nine it is,” you chirped, leaning away from him and started making your way towards the door. Or what remained of the door.

“I will be expecting you,” he replied back with the same amount of exuberance, turning his body as he followed you in his gaze.

“Till then, Viktor.”

Leaving a trail of vanilla in your wake, you were out by the time he replied, “Till then.”

 Grunting, he got up from his bench and collected his belongings, stuffing his worn messenger bag with journals and papers he planned to review at home. He reached out for his cane before stepping out, steeling his grip on its handle as limped his way out.

Now it was unusual of the situation; Viktor being alone in the lab late at night. Ever since the two of you saved Jayce from his grief-driven suicide attempt and helped him complete his research together, the three of you have been basically inseparable. You and Viktor most. You usually stayed behind in the lab along with the scrawny scientist. He didn’t mind, not one bit. But he wouldn’t admit that he absolutely adored your presence. He’d brush it off, saying that he didn’t mind the company. He’d mock you saying that he didn’t want you to be alone, miserable in the dark without anyone to talk to. Which was partially true—he was like your personal verbal punching bag. You talked about anything and everything around him. You’d initially thought that he secretly cursed you in his mind, wishing the worst for you and that he hoped he could sew that pretty little mouth up; but somewhere along the way, he’d reassured you that he equally loved hearing your voice—regardless of what you were blabbering about, just as much as you loved chattering your ass off.

It was a nice and very comforting remark; however, it did not help the growing feelings you so desperately tried to tranquilize.

It wasn’t any surprise to you, when the realization that you liked your best friend dawned upon your beautiful head. It was inevitable.

What did horrify you, was that Viktor was human, just like you. That means he could like anyone he wants; that he doesn’t have any obligation to reciprocate your feelings. Oh how you previously wished you could control him like a puppet; have him all to yourself. But no, that was cruel. And you absolutely cannot do that. But none of those were necessary anymore. The two of you confessed to each other some months after the initial breakthrough of Hextech, your work place being the main site of development and flirtatious interactions. As unprofessional as it were of the two of you, you were immensely thankful for the love-breeding ground, else you wouldn't be in a loving relationship with the man of your dreams. You two would stay in the late nights in the lab, either sitting and minding your own businesses or playfully flirting your asses off. If not that, you would be helping him develop Hextech, or watch him tinker and create something beautiful out of cogs and bolts and scraps of metal.

This night was different than all the others. You weren’t there with him till the two of you decided it was time to head home. You'd left a few hours ago, coming up with a shitty excuse to leave the premises of the lab, him giving a small hum and a 'take care, I'll see you later' in reply. As much as you would have preferred to stay and keep him company for the night, you couldn’t. It was his special day tomorrow—today—technically, and it hurt you that you weren’t by his side the moment the long hand struck twelve. But you forced yourself to think straight: what you were doing was fully dedicated to him. A little time missed is nothing compared to the effort you were putting on for him.

As you wiped a few smears of icing off your wrists, you nodded to yourself, all that was left to do was to have him fetched.

 Viktor was halfway through locking the doors of the lab when he heard footsteps echoing throughout the hallways. Silently hoping it was you, he squinted at the dark, trying to make out the figure marching its way towards him, a feeling of slight disappointment sinking in as the person drew close. He did not smell vanilla.

Jayce stood in his effortless fashion, air of nonchalance surrounding him as he held a lamp with one hand.

“I don’t suppose you were headed to the lab?” Viktor inquired.

Putting one hand behind him, Jayce bowed slightly, similar to how servants would address their majesties, “Your presence is required in the top-most floor of the observatory building, milord.”

Viktor could not contain his laughter.

Giggles ricocheted throughout the walls, its volume only increasing as the seconds ticked by.

It was beyond him; how Jayce could stay in character for whatever skit he was participating in. He never thought of him as the type to speak so formally—it completely threw him off guard.

"What-what in the world-" Viktor took a moment to catch his breath, regain composure. He held up a hand as if to signal a stop.

Coughing once, he continued, "Jayce, what in Runeterra is this?"

"Please, follow my lead." the other beckoned, cocking his head as he marched past Viktor.

"Where are we-" Oh. Right, the observatory—why there? What the hell was there?

Viktor could not contain his growing anxiety; he was always known to be quite the nervous type, especially when it came to things unknown to him like this. Although it was his job as a scientist to venture out—to study and be prepared for the unknown—these were different. It didn't contain any relevancy to science. At all.

He realized Jayce wasn't stopping anytime soon, and he was getting farther, so he limped quickly to his summoner, dragging his tired body with heavy strides.

"Jayce, please, I'm tired and I would love nothing more than to go home. Can this not be postponed till tomorrow?" As much as he didn't want to offend his partner, he was very, very tired. He had a long day, and all he wanted was to lay down and snuggle with you in his arms. Or vice versa. That could work too. Bottomline was—he missed you. And he wanted to see you more than anything. A few months after confessing to each other, you both decided it would be in your best interests that you live together, both to save time and to keep each other close. You were probably home, he thought. Reading a book or dozing off, ready to soar through tomorrow. The prospect of a bed seemed so enticing to him, he hadn't realized how truly exhausted he was.

"Oh you'll be there—better than home, even." Jayce taunted. Viktor could literally hear him smirking.

With a heavy sigh, he gave in. "If you say so."

 You were leaning against the railing on the other side of the rooftop, opposite to where you had set up a make-shift pillow fort for you and Viktor to lounge on. You observed the sky; it was a cloudless night today, perfectly aligned with your recent studies and predictions of the weather over the past few days in preparation for this particular day. Gemini's constellation was out and about, shining brightly as it twinkled in bright contrast to the pitch black of the sky. Along with Taurus, you were able to point out its distinct five-star point where they formed an arrowhead.

"I wonder where Capricorn is..."

You heard footsteps coming up from the stairs. Breaking from your thoughts, you sauntered over to where you could see the center of the stairwell, all the way to the ground floor. Spotting two hands gripping the wooden railings, you smiled in glory as you felt your plans all coming together.

 Viktor was beyond exhausted. Not only did Jayce interrupt him from starting his journey to his bed, but he also made Viktor climb up a flight of stairs. At this point, he had absolutely no idea how he made it to the top without his leg collapsing.

They made it to the rooftop, the view of the sky greeting the two men. Viktor spoke without looking around.

"Jayce, it's very lovely that you took me here for, eh, stargazing..? But if I-"

"What! I would never take you stargazing! Well, not me, at least."

Jayce clapped a hand on Viktor's shoulder, making the smaller male slightly stumble forwards, before a familiar voice introduced itself.

"I believe that's my cue, no?"

Viktor spun on his heel as quickly as his legs could allow him, his golden gaze settling on you.

It made sense as to why he didn't see you at first. The stair's exit was faced opposite to where you had decided to lay your blankets on. It would be in the perfect position for the element of surprise; make him think there was nothing there, when, in fact, you were there.

Viktor felt all his fatigue dissipate; he was almost sure it could be visually seen. It was. His shoulders stopped sagging, his body looked a thousand times lighter, his eyes brightening to the max.

Jayce noticed the unsolicited staring contest between the two of you and chuckled to himself. He wasn't a dumb ape; he knew how to read the room. So he spoke, "And I," he raised his brows, "believe that is MY cue to leave." He desperately did not want to play third-wheel today.

"What? Leaving so early?" He looked at Viktor, with a glint in his eyes, the auburn-haired man got the message.

"Happy Birthday, pal." Sliding his hand off Viktor's shoulder, Jayce gave a nod in your direction as you smiled in return, silently thanking the man for aiding you in your plans.

As Jayce descended down the flight of stairs, Viktor slowly made his way over to where you were sat.

There were multiple blankets laid on the flooring, to give you layers between your bottoms and the coldness of the tiles. A few pillows rested against the wall, two throw pillows strewn across the blanket, one of which you were holding onto. Another sheet was stretched in front of him, containing all the consumables you had prepared earlier in the night. A bottle of what seemed like a white liquid stood beside two mugs, and a cake in the far right.

"What... what is all this, love?" Viktor sauntered over to you, gently laying his cane down before removing his shoes. As he stepped onto the orange blanket, you replied, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to keep you company in the lab tonight." With an apologetic smile, you held your arm out for Viktor to stabilize himself, who slowly settled down next to you.

"No, no. It's quite alright, eh.... Did you? Did you do all this?"

You looked at him, your eyes brighter than every star displayed on the sky.

"For me?" He was beyond shocked—no one has ever done this for him before. It was his first birthday with you in his life, and he couldn’t be happier. All this, everything else that came with you was just a bonus.

“Of course, how could I not?” You reached for his hand, warming it with your own.

“You deserve it—you deserve even more.”

Viktor eyed the mini-feast before him, “Did you also bake that?”

You giggled, God how Viktor loved that sound with all his heart.

“What’s a feast if it weren’t made from love?”

His eyes drifted over to the pitcher, “And that is?”

You laughed even more, you found it ridiculous how Viktor didn’t realize his favorite drink. As you laughed, Viktor found himself smiling as well—he couldn’t stop himself from doing so. Not when you were overly joyed right in front of him.

“That’s sweet milk, Vitya.” He felt his cheeks heat up at the use of his nickname, a name only those close to him know.

He leaned in closer, “You never fail to surprise me, my love.” You pressed your foreheads together, breaths fanning each other’s faces. Noses bumping, lips mere centimeters apart.

Before Viktor was able to close the gap, you muttered something under your breath.

“That’s not all, yet.” Smirk forming on your lips, you pulled away, his face slightly following you as if to keep you within his reach.

“Yet? What else could possibly be better than all this?”

He can’t lie, the soft smirk on your face made his lip quiver. All he wanted was to catch those soft lips with his own, hold your body close to him and never let you go.

You turned your torso slightly, reaching for the medium-sized box you stashed away from view. As soon as you got it you let out a shaky exhale—you were slightly anxious; you didn’t know how Viktor would react upon seeing this childhood relic of his.

He waited for you with patient eyes, gaze following your every movement as you turned back to face him, box in your arms.

He reached over the pitcher and grabbed a mug with his other hand, pouring a generous amount of sweet milk into the cup. He figured that taking a few sips of his favorite beverage would help calm his nerves.

He was nervous, too. He didn’t exactly know why. Perhaps it was the anxiety of not knowing what was to come. He really had to work on that trait of his. He was a scientist, for Christ’s sake.

You didn’t say anything as you placed the box down the space between the two of you, very, very gently. As if it were something that would crumble were it not handled carefully.

After sipping on his mug, he placed it down and with a raised brow, his amber gaze flickered between you and the box.

A cold breeze caressed both of your bodies, earning a shiver from you.

“Are you cold? Ah, I should have brought that extra coat with me- “

Placing a hand on his forearm, you showed him you were still warm and interrupted him, “Love, its just the breeze,” you nodded towards the box, “open it.”

With a shaky breath, Viktor’s hands smoothed over the box, feeling hints of corrugated texture beneath the smooth planes of the surface. Lifting one flap after another, he came to a close with the item within.

You waited with bated breath as his fingers, soon his hands dipped down the insides of the box and lifted up a metal boat.

But it wasn’t just any boat. It was his boat.

You took the now empty box away as Viktor placed the boat on his lap, examining it to the finest details. It really was his boat.

“I-how did you…” His eyes glossed over, tears prickling the corners. He couldn’t believe it. How long was it when he last saw his boat toy? The very boat that led him to his former mentor. The very boat that led him to Rio.

Your smile started to falter when you saw tears threatening to spill. Worry started taking over your features as you reached out to wipe a tear that was terrifyingly close to falling, placing your hand on his cheek. He nuzzled closer to it, shutting his eyes as childhood memories—ones that were long forgotten—or so he thought, started resurfacing to the front of his mind. The nostalgia—it was all too much. The euphoria he felt when his boat started trudging along the water was all rushing back to him. It was like he was a child again. Free of worries, all he had to think about was coming back home his mother.

Things changed, of course. He lost his mother, became an assistant to the head of the council of Piltover, met Jayce. Met you.

Now, he had you to come home to.

“Are you okay?” you muttered softly, scared that the man would crumble at the slightest touch.

He placed the toy boat down carefully, as he leaned in closer to you until he was fully pressed to your side. You wrapped your other arm around his waist, drawing patterns on his waistcoat as you felt him rise up and down slightly, measuring each breath he took.

A few minutes passed between you, he spent it regaining his composure, making sure he would be able to talk after the brief trip to memory lane.

“You know,” he finally spoke, “Jayce said I’d be going someplace better than home.” You hummed in reply, letting him know you were listening. He continued, “He was wrong.”

Your brows furrowed, “Why is that so?”

He craned his neck up to look at you; the view was breathtaking. The flushed skin of your face amongst the darkness of the sky, stars dotted here and there. It was a masterpiece. He made sure to hold this view close to his heart, where it would be safe and sound, away from the wickedness of the world.

“He was wrong, because you are my home."

You turned your head to look at him, his pupils were blown wide. The soft glow of the stars illuminating his beautiful face, You could almost see them reflecting in his eyes. This man was your everything.

Leaning down, you placed a soft kiss on his nose, then his eyelids, then his forehead, before kissing him on the lips.

“Happy Birthday, Viktor.”