#im stronger than I've ever been

[patricia-taxxon]

Idk if anyone's told you this yet but on the off chance no one did:

He shouldn't have done that. You deserve to be safe. That's a creep move and I hope you're safe now. Take care.

the reaction i've gotten is way stronger than i expected, im honestly wondering if i told the story wrong. like id been groomed into posting nudes on my main a little bit ago and i guess it was the main thing he knew about me, i want to say i was the one who initiated but it's hard to argue against the fact that he complemented my dick on stream before i ever thought i could get with him. made a joke with his partner abt meeting up and fucking me too. we exchanged nudes & i think we might have had plans to meet up, i don't remember.

i remember sometime after i broke it off, i made a couple really embarrassing tweets about how i was sick of seeing him on my timeline because i didn't want to remember sexting with him, and i think at some point he mentioned me on stream and said i was making him uncomfortable and acting like he was an ex-boyfriend and a bunch of his fans roasted me and made me feel stupid and clingy for catching feelings for him.

goes without saying that i'm safe now, this was 6 years ago. he was 24 and i was 18, i don't think it's illegal but i'm 24 now, i have some close teenage friends, and i can't really imagine opening with "nice dick" when an 18yo fan enters my twich chat. again, i don't have proof, lost my last discord account in a scam (i'm really stupid) and the twitch stream was a random one that probably wasnt archived. there isn't enough to make a thing of it, i don't think.

[4chensungs]

don’t kiss and tell

brothers best friend!jisung x fem. reader

after the incident of your brother finding out you hooked up with one of his friends, you promised to yourself to never look out for him anymore. but who says he’ll give up on you that easily?

wc. 2.8k

warnings. smut (mdni), jisung is down bad, body worship like crazy in here, tit sucking, fingering, ass slapping, unprotected sex

part 1 for context here <3

IT HAS BEEN one whole month since you last talked to jisung. one month since you saw him probably for the last time in a hot minute.

the last few weeks have been extremely unusual; you keep questioning yourself how was he doing, if he's even ever going to appear at your house again to hang out with you brother, like he always did. he's probably not.

and fuck jaemin, fuck him for screwing your bond with him. it's useless, pure jealousy and he's so stupid!, stupid for being this mad with one if his best friends of years, simply because he thinks you're still a child.

on the other hand, jisung is being not so subtle in the way he still wants you. he keeps liking the pics you post on your instagram stories, sometimes even replying to them. and it's the sad fact you're not giving him a single reply.

his mind wanders to the thought of you being already completely over him, wanting to distance yourself fully right now, thanks to your brother.

but your heart knows that's not what you want, and it keeps giving you a warning that the next time that you see him, these feelings will come back stronger than ever.

you miss him. so bad, thinking about him makes you sick.

you're laying in bed, scrolling quietly through your phone when the damn notification appears. why does he keep trying? you sigh out loud.

the__and.y liked your stories.

you ran your hands through your hair, turning off your phone to stare at the ceiling to collect your breath. you can't, your brother is still furious with both of you.

jisung ♡: why do u keep ignoring me in every existing social media

is he really going to do this? at this late at night?

jisung ♡: i miss you

you kept reading his messages and not replying. you didn't contact him for a month.

maybe, just maybe, things may have gotten lighter with jaemin. perhaps he's not really remembering this whole thing, yeah?

you: i'm sorry jisung

you: idk if this is right i really don't know

you: im confused

you turn off your phone again while waiting for his reply. let's give it a try.

jisung ♡: why wouldn't it be right

jisung ♡: jaemin can't control your life, you can do whatever you want

hm.

you: i felt bad that day and he's still so mad with you

you: idc if he's mad with me, he's my brother at the end of the day

you: i worry about you and how hes fucked up your friendship

jisung ♡: baby you know what's fucked up

jisung ♡: you trying to convince yourself that you don't want this because of him

jisung ♡: say to my face that you don't want it

you want this so fucking bad. to be in his arms again, and the thrill of being with him behind closed doors. god, that's all you want in every way.

you: ji

you: i want to see you

jisung ♡: that's right

jisung ♡: i've waited for this princess

jisung ♡: waited so long

you: i need you

you: i don't care anymore

you really don't give a fuck - your brother can hold his protectiveness instinct for himself, he actually can. you can't control what your heart aims for.

and it screams for park jisung.

"you can't ignore him forever, you know that?"

"who says I'm ignoring him? I texted him yesterday saying he should come this weekend." jaemin huffed, acting oblivious to the fact that the only reason why he invited jisung over was because of the boys' annual end of year party.

chenle deadpans at him with his stare, letting out a chuckle, "if you didn't invite him I would've done it myself." he paused, turning his head to look at the man, "that would be bullshit."

bullshit. jaemin swore he almost threw chenle out of the car in the harshest way possible - clicking his tongue in pure annoyance, "yeah, it was just fine when he fucked my sister behind my back."

"i'm pretty sure they did not fuck."

if you didn't then why were you both half naked. in his car. at your backyard?

"i'm telling you, I saw it. she was literally on top of him and she was fucking moaning his name, chenle. that's fucking wrong." your brother spat while still not looking at his friend - eyes focused on the road.

chenle keeps going, "cut this off, jaem. you can't see her as a baby anymore. let her live."

jisung is indeed coming to your house again - sooner than you thought. but it did take some days for you to find out, tho. you brother wasn't the one who told you.

in the same day, the last messages jisung sent you before you went to sleep.

jisung ♡: dress up prettily for me tomorrow

jisung ♡: will you?

you: what??

you: you're coming???

jisung ♡: jaemin told me to go and yeah i didn't expect it as well

jisung ♡: dreaming of you again

jisung ♡: kissing your sweet lips holding you so close to me

jisung ♡: it'll be all mine princess

you: go to sleep ji

you: silly

jisung ♡: i'll show you what's silly tomorrow

—

the sound of the boys laughing and loud pitching talking in the living room did quite mess with your head, anticipating the moment when he comes. it's crazy how you got so dolled up for him only, he's the reason why you're even going out of your room this night.

if it wasn't for jisung, you'd probably just greet the guys and come back to your own quiet place, drowning in your thoughts, alone. just like you always used to do before he appeared in your life.

a knock was heard on your door just right after you finished your makeup. unexpectedly, you meet a very tipsy jaemin.

"what the fuck is this outfit?" he spats, crossing his arms in front of his chest - his body unbalanced. for a split second, you closed your eyes and thanked all the existing Gods under your breath. he's drunk.

you smiled, "felt pretty today. you smell like beer, don't talk to me."

"hey, hey, hey." he grabbed your arm before you could close the door and kick him out, "come say hello to my friends. don't be rude."

you fixed your hair and outfit and went to the living room, being find with chenle, jeno and donghyuck's figures sat around the big table, nestled with all the different kinds of drinks and alcohol.

your breath hitched when jisung was nowhere to be found.

after greeting the guys, you decided to wait in your room - not sure on how, or when will jisung get there and you'll finally get to release all of your wants. show him how much you miss him and vice versa.

not much time had passed before another knock was heard on your door. you were sprawled on bed, dim lighting decorating the ambient.

"come in."

you said that because you thought it was your brother. jisung carefully opened the door, eyes peeking first to check on you.

that scene truly felt like a movie. you slowly got up, a smile starting to pop up in your lips as you walked to him.

your voice trembling, "hi, ji."

you opened the door fully for him to enter your space, he wasted no time to step in and pull you into a hug.

a mess was happening in your head, so ridiculously dizzy from him - the masculine smell of his cologne filling your nostrils, his hands holding your body flush to him while yours gripped his black t shirt, so simple and casual but yet made him look so attractive.

or maybe that’s just because you miss him a lot.

jisung leaned away from your embrace, gently taking your hair out of your face while holding eye contact - hands flew to your hips.

"you look gorgeous. more than ever."

your arms secured their hold around his neck, feeling your cheeks burning red from his words, "just for you." you announced.

he nodded, "all for me."

you both smiled like two idiots in love as he leaned down to kiss you, mouths melting so sweet at first - tongues brushing here and there, hums being heard throughout the kiss, "so pretty in this dress." he mumbles in between.

his back hits the door as he closes it, left hand leaving your hips for a mere second just to lock it.  making absolute sure that no one will be able to interrupt.

jisung grabs a hold of your thighs to help you walk further into your room, so familiar to him.

all the times you've sneaked out, when jisung slept by and left jaemin's room in the middle of the night when he was in a deep sleep. all behind his back with so much carefulness.

when he lays you down he's quick to trail his wet kisses down to your neck, firm hands caressing your whole body, going up and down in motions.

you arch into him, playing with his black hair strands as his face rests on your chest, meanwhile his lips keeps smooching your hot skin.

you sigh in contentment, knees pressing together - trying to give him a sign that you're needy, so painfully needy for him.

"jisung i want- mhhm" your words get cut off by your own whine when his hand grabs the top of your dress to pull it down, hanging it just below your bra.

"don't want to take your dress off.. youre looking too beautiful like this." his deep voice quietly said.

you smile at his sweet comment, holding back all your whines combined with the feeling of his fingers messing with the lace of your white bra, throwing your head back with no shame when he pulls the fabric down to expose your breasts, still not taking it off your body.

"so pretty, princess. i could admire you all day."

cool air is fast to hit but it's soon replaced by jisung's hot mouth, circling your breast with his tongue, hand massaging the other while his mouth does wonders on your soft flesh.

when he reaches for your nipple you whine even louder, his saliva pooling and soaking your whole breast when he sucks it into his warm hot mouth, humming nonstop.

"you're crazy ji-jisung."

"should i stop?" he teases, leaning his mouth away from your nipple and replacing it with his finger, rubbing it.

"no for fucks sake.. but I'm trying so hard to keep quiet." your voice trembled slightly.

jisung looks at you then laughs, “they’re so wasted right now, no one’s conscious in that room, love.”

you pout at him, he softly traces your bottom lip with his thumb before kissing you again, “I promise you, it’s okay. but I need you to tell me it’s okay with you.”

his soft and caring voice did turn you on even more, it shouldn’t, but it made you wetter. eyes holding so much love and appreciation looking at yours - “I want this. I want you, ji.”

jisung smiles one more time, giving you a nod and resumed his work, mumbling a deep “fuck” under his breath when he tested the waters, hand went under your dress to feel your core.

he pulled the ends of your dress up to your stomach, your thighs ridiculously pressed together. you should be ashamed of how wet you were, but you’re not, not even a single bit.

he gives your thighs a caress, “let me spread them, hm?”

your breath hitches when he brings your knees to your chest, spreading you all open and full for him. jisung mentally coos at the scene in front of him.

just like your bra, white lace panties with a wet dark patch decorated in the middle, like a gift for him. it drove him crazy.

“did you miss me that much, princess?” you can only moan as response when he touches the wet patch with his finger before pulling the lace to the side, holding it in place with one finger, while his middle finger travels up and down your cunt.

wet, so fucking wet, “fuck. love, i might cum just by looking at this.” he cursed and cursed again, eyes wide open and looking straight at your puffy displayed cunt, so wet just for him. he knew that and so did you.

“oh fuck baby i can’t-“ jisung’s fingers spread you open to admire you better - in love, genuinely in love with how your pretty pussy shines for him, glistening and begging to suck him in.

he leans down fast enough to give your clit a quick kiss, “can’t stop thinking about how beautiful she is.” still caressing your core.

you moan his name desperately at his nasty but sweet comment, tons of whines and “jisung” ‘s leaving your mouth.

“ji please. want your fingers.” you manage to say.

“of course, gotta prep my beautiful girl.” he smiles, an expert finger circling your clit before diving down into your entrance. covered with slick, your cunt invites him just as soon.

experienced fingers pumping in and out continuously, you whine with your eyes closed at the sound of wetness.

jisung’s in complete awe, stoping his staring at your hole to kiss your face, first at the corner of your mouth, then at your lips, shutting your whines off.

“you’re perfect.” he leans away to say.

nothing’s more perfect in this world than the sensation of his long and thick fingers inside you, scissoring you and reaching the deepest and most sensitive spots ever. you’ll say that to him later.

you try to smile but you soon harshly bite your lip when he curled his two fingers inside, you yelped, “jisung! oh my god-“

he kisses you again, and again, until he’s satisfied and thinks you’re ready to take him. jisung’s fingers leave you empty, and you let out a cry - his eyes make their way to between your legs to see how you’re pulsating.

“never seen my princess this wet..” deep cocky voice says.

you reach out to take off your dress, “i’ve missed you.”

when your dress was discarded to the floor, he was quick to unbutton his jeans as they went to the same destination of your clothes.

you could see his erection through his boxers, and as much as you want to such him off right now, you’re needing him inside. now.

your panties were about to be discarded before jisung grabbed your hand and shook his head, “want them on, baby. s’ pretty. keep the bra too.”

knowing how he likes it with you, you turned around and pinned your front to the bed, arching your back and your ass in the air.

“fuck, just like that.” he pumps his cock at first, cooing you while you wait for him.

jisung’s hands flew to your back to arch it even more, then to hold your hips. he rubs the head of his dick on your entrance, how your pussy almost sucks him in just from the rubbing.

when he enters you, you let out a little too loud moan. hands clutching the sheets and tears filling your eyes.

he’s completely focused on how you keep clenching around him - the amusing view of your cunt sucking him all the way in, then out again.

your hips were pressed to his shaft, feeling him so fucking deep into your womb.

jisung coos again, “you don’t know how I’ve been dying for this.” he slaps your ass.

“jisung! jisung fuck, jisung.” you whine like a baby, lost in the pleasure. ass stinging from his big hand slap and cunt begging to be filled until you get sore.

“my love.” another slap, “fucking made just for me.”

his cock is so big and it leaves you like a babbling mess, so big that it almost hurts from how good it is, hits you in all places.

you both were getting closer, his thrusts started to get sloppier and messier, slower as he pulled away to release at your back.

your own release dripped down your pussy and thighs, while his hot cum painted your back down to your ass cheeks. what a scene.

“want them all to see this mess.. jaemin needs to see how you’re good to me.“ he admires the sight of your cunt clenching and unclenching around absolutely nothing but the air, “can’t believe you’re mine and no one can ever change that.”

you tiredly laid back on your back again, trying to fix your hair. jisung’s sweaty body joined you after tossing the dirty sheets aside, he breathes heavy, but still with that cute smile on his lips.

“do you think they heard something?.” you look up at him, voice low.

jisung thinks for a second, furrowing his brows, “i honestly don’t think so, baby. but you need to change these sheets..”

“of course i will, ji.” you laughed fondly. there’s still some questions hanging in the air, with what face will he come back to the boys?

“and if they ask you where were you this whole time and what were you doing…?”

“then i’ll just say that i was fucking the prettiest girl in the family and i don’t regret it.”

—

© 4chensungs

[rui-drawsbox]

remembering the most memorable mc's (with canon appearences) from the otomes i played

all of them are phone games btw. and looong rambling about the games after the cut!

Mystic messenger has been in my radar since i was in elementary school but i played it for the first time after the spanish traslation came out (2017 i think?) Seven shaped my type in such a specific way that im not really sure why loved him so much (it was the whole "he loves you in every route" stuff). I like a lot the default mc, most of the fandom did and that was enough to won me over

Rosa is top tier protagonist tbh, Tears of Themis has really good story and characters (as far i played, not a lot but i enjoyed it) The reason i'm not that much of a fan is bc the game is expensive asf and not very free to play friendly. You're either lucky or have a big wallet with the gacha

i miss my wife man(Marius)

Ephemeral has to be one of the best free to play otomes i've played tbh (if my memories aren't tricking me, it's been years) Good artwork, good storyline, good characters and as far i remember you can unlock one chapter of the character route per day (mabye two days, idk) and the mc's background has an important role in every route (she's a zombie! she's pretty now but eventually will fall apart, aaaaand her story gets expanded in one of the routes!) ((shes also adorable)) There's also a sequel, if you wanted more of the boys! never finished it but i'd recommend it

Honorable mentions! Huellitas Mágicas is a great game! has a really good cast with well fleshed arcs for all the characters, even the scondary ones! The game shines more for the development of *all* the characters rather than just the protagonist/ml. The main theme is overcoming insecurities! Each love interest has a different way of helping our (very insecure) protagonist and helping different characters with their own struggles :DD

10/10 i recommend this game if you want something cute and can be finished in a few hours, if i remember right. It also has a sequel! with like- 12 new love interests, also never finished it bc i didnt found a guide that worked for me but ñek

A3! is my canon event as a gacha player. Discovered the english/global server, tried it and got bored, left it for a few months, tried it again and fell in love, noticed the game was going to shut down bc low sales -HAHA :(-. This is not a otome btw, this is here bc Izumi has to be one of my favorite protagonists in gacha games ever

last but not least! Obey me! Shall we date? oh dear, what have they done to you :(. The original had intense powercreep to force you to pull cards -multiple times bc that makes them stronger- and even now, the company showed a lot of favoritism to some characters, leaving others to dust bc they don't make the same money. Not to say, they released a new game with the same cast and new main story (ignoring all what happend before). And let me say: THEY LITERALLY WANTED TO KILL THE ORIGINAL GAME.

Nightbringer might be a decent game but i don't trust the devs anymore, i still remember what happend with Asmo's birthday right after the release, and honestly i don't want to sit there watching how they disrespect my favorite characters again and again and again. Loved the characters hated the devs. 5/10 you can play it if you want but i don't recommend spending money on it, it's not worth it, just search #obey me here in tumblr and enjoy the amazing fanworks that i can assure you have a lot more love than the game itself

i miss my wife man (mammon and levi)

[kinascum]

LATER, BOY - M. STURNIOLO

SUMMARY: Nerd!Matt admires Popular!Reader from afar until he gathers the courage to approach her, sparking a journey of self-discovery and budding romance.

CONTENTS: NERD!Matt, POPULAR!reader, second hand embarrassment from Matt, Matt's a simp im sorry

WORDCOUNT: 745

next part (coming soon)

Matt's eyes remained glued to the screen of his phone, scrolling through the endless feed of social media updates. His thumb hovered over the heart button, contemplating whether to like or pass the latest post from Y/N, the vibrant girl who always had a smile for everyone. Her laughter echoed through the school halls, and her voice was a melody that filled every corner with warmth. He had heard it a hundred times, but had never dared to join the conversations she so effortlessly navigated.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to look up. Y/N was there, in the flesh, standing just a few feet away from him, surrounded by her usual gaggle of friends. Her eyes met his for a brief moment, and she offered a smile that seemed to be just for him. His heart stumbled in his chest, and he quickly returned to the safety of his screen, cheeks flaming. It was a daily dance, one he was too scared to break out of. But today was different. He felt a strange resolve coalescing within him, urging him to step out of his comfort zone.

With trembling hands, he shoved his phone into his pocket and approached her group. The air grew thick with anticipation as he got closer, each step feeling like a mile. "Hey, Y/N," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. She looked over, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "Hi, Matt!" she exclaimed, her voice as cheerful as ever. The others in her group turned to look at him, and he felt the weight of their collective gaze. His heart was racing now, a wild stallion in his chest.

"I just wanted to tell you," he began, the words tumbling out faster than he could control, "that I think you're really amazing. Like, the most amazing person I've ever met." He felt the heat of his own embarrassment, but pushed through it, his eyes never leaving hers. The group had gone quiet, watching the unfolding scene with curious expressions. Y/N's smile grew softer, and she took a step closer to him. "That's really sweet, Matt," she said, her voice gentle. "Thank you."

For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Then she reached out and placed a hand on his arm. "But, I uh... I have to go. I'm late for practice." And with that, she turned away, leaving him standing there, stunned. His heart sank, the brief spark of hope extinguished by the cold reality of his situation. He watched her retreating back, the words he had rehearsed a hundred times in his head now seeming so trivial. He had taken the plunge, and all he had to show for it was a simple thank you.

The conversation around him resumed, but he barely heard it. His mind was racing with thoughts of what he could have said, what he should have done differently. But as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, he realized that he had done it. He had talked to her. And she had talked back. It was a small victory, but it was something. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for him after all. As he gathered his books and started walking to his next class, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, a glimmer that grew stronger with each step he took away from the shadow of his shyness.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. His mind kept replaying their brief interaction, analyzing every word, every gesture. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed, that the invisible barrier that had separated them for so long had been breached. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, he found himself walking home with a slightly lighter step, his thoughts swirling with the possibility of what could come next.

The next day, as he made his way to his locker, he saw her again. She was talking to a group of friends, her laughter pealing through the hallway. His heart quickened, and he felt the same fear and excitement that had gripped him the day before. But this time, he didn't hesitate. He walked straight up to her, his books clutched tightly to his chest. "Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice a little steadier this time. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and she gave him a smile that seemed to hold a hint of curiosity.

"Hi, Matt," she replied, her voice as bright as the sun. "How was your day?" He swallowed, trying to form a coherent response. "It was okay," he said, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. "I heard about the game tomorrow," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Are you going?" He nodded, his heart racing. "Yeah, I might go." It was a lie. He had no intention of going to the game, but the thought of seeing her there made his palms sweat. "Maybe I'll see you there," she said, and with a wave, she was off again, leaving him to stare after her, feeling like he had just been handed the world on a silver platter.

The days that followed were a series of small moments like this. They passed each other in the halls, exchanged brief hellos, and occasionally shared a smile. Each interaction was a tiny victory for Matt, each smile a beacon of hope that grew brighter with every passing second. He began to feel less like the invisible nerd and more like a boy with a chance. He started to pay more attention to his appearance, wearing clothes that made him feel confident, practicing his smile in the mirror until it didn't feel forced. The slow burn of their friendship was growing into something more, something he hadn't dared to dream of.

tags! @sturnstvs @gxldenlush @immattsslut @slut4chriss hope you liked!

[envy-of-the-apple]

Hello Poly! The short stories you're putting out are absolutely making me feral. Thank you for all the anons and their creative minds and thank you for writing and expanding on it beautifully. You inspire me to write my own 😭😭 I've been thinking of an older reader Empress Consort and a much younger Commander Gojo and him continuously getting all the wrong conclusions and falling hard despite the Empress only using him for her own pleasure (he knows this but he can't stop his feelings anyway). Im gonna stop before I get carried away

You cant just leave me with this 10/10 take and leave gET BACK HERE-

you are the brains of the operation, not your idiot husband. He's the Emperor only in name; all the advisors and officials know who's pulling the true strings. While he's off in brothels, you maintain and ensure the kingdom prospers. He may have been born into royalty, but you fought to rule. You don't mind his sleazy behavior. His preoccupations leave the kingdom running smoothly, and its not like you've ever missed his touches. 

Satoru is a stupid child when he catches your eye. Apart from his clan name and excellent swordsmanship, he has nothing going for him. He has no tact, often talks his head off, and is just 20 years old. Everyone tells you he's barely fit enough for a squire's post, but you don't listen to them. You've been needing to get rid of the current commander: A drunk that's only there due to nepotism. You choose Satoru because he looks easy to control. He's a child, eager to please, despite his brash nature. Smart, but his lack of aspirations leaves him open. You know with enough gold and women, you can tame him. He reminds you of a dog: treat-motivated, all bark; no bite, loyal. He's barely a dog, more like a yipping puppy.

For Satoru, it starts off as innocent admiration. You're strong. You keep your head held high. But you're also kind and generous. You're more than a decade older than him but he's never found someone so beautiful before. 

The emperor doesn't deserve you. 

It devolves into there. You're clearly trapped in your marriage. A beautiful, lonely, empress, locked in an ivory tower, silently begging for help. It doesn't help that you're practically teasing him with every interaction. You laugh at his jokes. Brief touches on his shoulder. Once you reached up to pluck a fallen flower out of his hair. You're in love with him, but you can't do anything about it because of your current marriage and your status. 

Only he can save you. 

Soon, Satoru realizes that once he puts his mind to it, he can do anything. It takes less than a decade for tensions to rise between the crown and the people. The secret of what the king's been doing is out. Using the people's money for whores while children are starving. The revolution bloomed underneath Satoru's fingertips. 

He takes the throne with little difficulty. It helps that the Gojo clan also had a claim to the throne, which only furthered his rule. The day he is crowned, your miserable husband is stripped and hung. 

You're technically a traitor to the throne, but Satoru would rather die than let you see the inside of a dungeon, much less the gallows. You're kept high up in an ivory tower, locked away for only his eyes to see. 

You're a pampered prisoner, but still a prisoner. You aren't allowed to leave, you can't do anything but rot in your silk bedsheets. Such obstruction of freedom is enough to drive anyone to extremes. You're strong, but Satoru is stronger. A month and a half after your husband's death, you finally agree to marry him. 

Even the most loyal dogs bite if their owners starve them enough. 

[chongoblog]

SCREW IT IM GONNA TOOT MY OWN HORN FOR A BIT

So it's been like a month since I put up my last big mashup, and the response has been awesome. I wanted to talk about all the little bits I put in there, because frankly, I put a lot of love into it, and I want to share it! Here's the video of the mashup with the music video (which is a big part of it.)

First of all, shoutouts to Shoocharu for the incredible animation for the original MV. I've found him to always have the best Game Grumps animations, and his abilities work perfectly for this music video.

Okay, now just to talk about all the Silly Jokes and Bits and Stuff. A lot of these were noticed by comments (and shoutouts to them! I love seeing people get these)

-Ska Cha Cha is used as a reference to the name of the actual song "Transcendental Cha Cha Cha". Close enough.

-A couple samples are used multiple times at different points in the song. For "Tik Tok", "Ska Cha Cha" and "Down" it makes sense since it's the chorus of the song. However, I also bring back "I'm Blue" and "Toxic" because in the original song, those samples are played over the lyrics "The universe is getting colder, colder. Still every universe somehow got Zumba". Those lyrics are repeated at the end of the song, showing how what was once madness is now being embraced. I thought playing those samples again with the full mix was appropriate.

-And yes, in the two appearances of The Void in the music video, MEGALOVANIA plays because he looks kinda like Sans.

-"words, words, words" was a super interesting inclusion. At first I added it because of the lyric "Just relax..." which is a lyric during that portion of Transcendental Cha Cha Cha. Also, not only did "here's two facts" thematically work well (since the song was about to discuss two separate universes) but it also perfectly aligned rhythmically. Also, that "words, words, words" line might be one of my favorite pre-choruses ever.

-I included Cruel Angel's Thesis at someone else's suggestion, but I'm really glad they suggested it. I actually start it with a somewhat heavy low pass filter before slowly fading off it because I thought it sounded cooler.

-I included "Harder Better Faster Stronger" during that portion because Tom's vocal effects sound similar.

-Cha Cha Slide matches perfectly since the lyrics of Transcendental Cha Cha Cha are also "Slide to the left....slide to the right". Incredibly proud of the little breakdown I included during the mix-up portion.

-"Sometimes this song, it sounds like" segment is referencing myself, since over the years I have developed my own patterns. Sometimes the song does indeed sound like Crawling (plus funny commercial next to it. Again...patterns) and sometimes it does sound like All Star (shoutouts to Star Shop)

-The Mighty B! Theme slaps actually.

-I felt like I had to include the Peanut Butter Jelly snippet, since "it's everything and nothing, it's a baseball bat" sounded almost like it was a direct reference to it. I wanted to include the original Tom Cardy lyric on top of that one both to hammer home the joke and also because I thought the harmonic vocals layered perfectly onto Peanut Butter Jelly Time would make for a nice touch.

-Every time I saw someone notice that I put the "God Dammit" directly after Never Gonna Give You Up to imply that he was mad about getting rick rolled, I gained a year of my life.

-Keeping the "Blink!" from the original song I felt was useful to help kinda punctuate the wildly different samples I was using.

-"Money Game" and "Money Money Money" being played over the French Revolution. Completely unrelated, but have you noticed how much wealth inequality we're facing here in America? That's interesting.

-"Closer" and "Closer" is such an easy joke. In fact it's so easy I've done it before. Did it anyway lmao

-During the big buildup, "Larger Than Life" was used mostly because I hadn't used that song before and I thought it was time. "Dare" was put in because I think that the vocals work really well to naturally create a sense of buildup (unless it's the Live version). "Brain Power" was put in to replicate the noise gate that Tom put on his extended note.

-Monkey Watch and Mr Brightside. Again! Patterns!

-toes

So yeah that's Transcendental Fever Dream. I'm sure if I had more time and excuses to talk about all the nitty gritty details and choices made I'd do it, but I think this is a pretty big breakdown. Something's always felt kinda Big about this one. I think that save for Super Smashup, this is the best mashup I've ever made, and I think it acts as a sort of a culmination of these last 7 years or so of mashups. No idea what the future holds, but if it comes from love, then it's gonna be great.

Thanks for reading.

[angelscovee]

𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ☞︎ ɪᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɴɪᴋᴀᴀᴀᴀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ sᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴɪᴋᴀ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇs ʜᴏᴡ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ is

⇝ ɴɪᴋᴀ ᴍᴜ̈ʜʟ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⇝ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴀɴɢsᴛ (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ sǫᴜɪɴᴛ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴇɴ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs)

⇝ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴛʟɪsᴛ

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it was really no secret to anyone that i was more of a reserved kind of girl, i always kept to myself, never overshared, and was always more on the quiet side.

and of course, this never changed, even when i started dating nika. i have never broke down the many walls i have set up for anyone ever.

most people see me as this cold, emotionless, rude, and over all not a friendly person, but that honestly couldn't be further from the truth.

its just that no one has "broken down" the barriers i've set. in reality im the complete opposite of everything i just listed.

nika has always insisted on getting me to open up to her about things, but i've always been so closed off and reserved that i just can't bring myself to do that.

but lately our arguments have been a bit more frequent, and as you can guess, they're about me not being open with her.

ꜰʟᴀsʜʙᴀᴄᴋ

"i just dont get why its so hard for you to tell me this kind of stuff! im your girlfriend for fucks sake! you should be able to trust me!" nika was currently going off about how i've never opened up to her in the slightest, i always brush things off as if everything is okay.

"its not about that nika! it doesn't have anything to do with that! i don't tell anyone my business, anyone. not just you." i wasn't lying when i said this either, growing up it was always hard for me to express my feelings.

so now being with someone who is very passionate with what they feel, and not being afraid to show how they feel has had its ups and downs.

that argument we had that night was not pretty, but after a few hours we were finally able to solve it thankfully.

ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴀsʜʙᴀᴄᴋ

but now, its as if nika was slowly breaking down everything i built. as if they never existed. making me able to come to her whenever.

and since then our relationship has gotten stronger than ever. shes gotten me to actually be able to come to her when I'm bothered about something instead of just brushing it off like i always did.

and for that i will always be grateful, if it wasn't for her, i don't think i would ever have been able to communicate correctly with anyone.

nika has gotten pretty good at reading my facial expressions and body language, so i guess she could sense that something just wasn't right, she came up to me and sat next to me on the couch of our apartment.

"whats wrong? you look tense." she put her hand on my thigh giving me a slight sense of comfort as i sigh and lean back not knowing how to tell her.

"cmon remember what we talked about? honesty, and trust?" i looked over at her as she spoke vividly remembering the conversation we had.

i sigh as i finally spoke up, voicing my concerns to her. "its just that, its just that it all feels weird, you know? it's all so new to me and i just don't know how well i'm taking it." nika listened intently to me voicing my concerns.

although it concerns her that i'm not taking this whole being open and communicating correctly thing great, shes thankful that i was open enough to share this with her, wanting to be there every step of the way with me.

"i know it might feel scary, but you're doing great, everything is gonna take its time and you're going to adjust to it soon. but for now, we just have to take it slow." she gave me a small reassuring smile to which i returned.

knowing there was someone who truly understands me, someone willing to listen to me, and be there for me no matter what, it makes me feel like i'm worth something.

she makes me feel seen, feel loved, feel special. as if i'm the only girl in the world that truly matters, so why wouldn't i fight as hard as she does in our relationship?

"i genuinely don't know what i would've done if i hadn't met you." i look at her grabbing her hand, making eye contact getting lost in her eyes. she was the most gorgeous girl i've ever laid my eyes on.

"you're the best person to ever come into my life y/n, i wouldn't have it any other way." and with that we got comfortable on our couch cuddled up together.

knowing that it was just us right here right now made everything feel better, laying on my couch with the girl of my dreams.

maybe letting some walls down for her wouldn't be such a bad idea, it might be good for me, for us.

my rules were always to 1. never let anyone break down everything you built up in order to keep everything shielded, and 2. never let people know how you feel.

but with nika, i can proudly tell her this. "i broke my rules for you." i say as i stare at her face thats laying on my chest.

"i'm so glad you trusted me enough to do that." with that, i knew that there was nothing nika and i couldn't overcome. we were true soulmates.

i knew this girl was forever going to be mine, she'll forever be my everything.

[icaruspendragon]

im sorry to ask but i dont know what else to do—how did you do it how did you dig yourself out because it feels like i am choking on dirt and people keep shoveling it onto me and i miss her so much and i dont know how to make this feeling stop. she was my best friend. ive never lived in a world without her before. how did you do it. how are you doing it

grief is so hard and so heavy when we first meet it. it feels like all our arms will ever hold for the rest of forever. and it is, in a sense. once we pick it up, we never really set it down. not fully.

and I don't think it gets lighter, I think we somehow, impossibly, get stronger.

there's lots of metaphors for grief. that's one of them. another one I like to use is that it feels like you're in the grave with them. like lazarus. like yourself. waiting for someone to raise you from the dead. to raise you both.

I've learned a lot about crawling out of the grave. more than I would have ever wanted to learn. like how emptiness is actually quite heavy. or how to pretend like you feel half-alive. but I think the most important thing I've learned is that somedays, we inexplicably end up back in it. and that sucks.

because we just spent months clawing our way through the bugs and the earth. because our soldier-hands have finally breached the surface. because the sun is finally caressing our hell-fresh faces. because for the first time in months we feel like we can finally breath. and then, suddenly, we're right back in the terrible thick of it.

those days make it feel like I'm sisyphus and grave dirt is my rock. or like I'm prometheus and the darkness is my eagle.

but then it's tuesday.

which is to say my brother died on my 25th birthday, a monday. and that day is now a memory that's fuzzy around the edges. single snapshots I know are connected, but I couldn't tell you how. I remember my mother standing in my bedroom and tears and family and phone calls and cleaning my living room because I didn't know what to do with my hands. I remember going to my grandmothers and my phone vibrating off the table and leaving to go get coffee because I couldn't sit still. I remember joking, trying to joke. trying to do whatever I could to make sense of that impossible day. I remember checking my phone and reading and rereading the messages, a mixed bag of congratulations for surviving another year and condolences that my brother didn't, I remember not knowing how to respond to any of them. so I didn't. I remember being surrounded by so many people doing nothing but extending love and kindness to me and never feeling more alone. the world was ending and I was alone. I thought that day would go on forever.

but it didn't.

it ended, as all things do. monday was over and my first day as an only child was done.

and suddenly it was tuesday. and everything was different but also exactly the same.

it was tuesday and my brother was dead. I was so heavy when I woke up that first tuesday. so heavy and confused. I thought the world had ended. it surely felt like it had. but it hadn't. because the world couldn't have ended on monday.

not if it was tuesday.

it was tuesday and my brother was dead but the world wasn't ending. monday should have been our demise, but it wasn't. and it hasn't. and it won't. because just as sure as we have mondays, we'll always have tuesdays.

that's something I've taken a strange comfort in, knowing that we'll always have tuesdays.

the feeling never stops. but I think that's okay. because you're only feeling that way because there was love first. and as much as what I felt on that first tuesday hurts, as much as it suffocates, as much as it consumes, I'd take the hurt and the suffocation and the consumption because the love I felt first will always, always be worth it.

tuesdays will always be worth it.

like yeah, if I loved less, it wouldn't hurt this bad. but I don't want to live in a world where I have to love less. where I was loved less.

I'll take the pain. I'll take the grave days. I'll take the rock. I'll take the eagle. I'll take apocalyptic, earthshaking mondays. I'll take every last wretched bit because goddamn what a miracle it is to love so bad it hurts this big.

I hold that love, his love for me and my love for him, a love that's now become our love in the cage of my ribs while I'm in the cage of the grave. and I dig.

it's monday and I dig.

I dig.

and then tuesday comes.

[ifangirlalot]

hiii, i just wanted to mention that i love your writing and if you could please write a finn smut with she/her pronouns? y/n and him could be actors and are working on stranger things together and they get hot and heavy in her trailer 20 minutes before shooting their scene, so someone knocks on the door and is asking if y/n's in there but finn doesn't stop ykyk doing his thing and so she's struggling to answer and this is such a long request im so sorry 😭😭😭

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐓, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring finn wolfhard

FINALLY AN ACTUAL PLOT TO WORK WITH! I love getting requests, but most of the time you guys just ask for smut/fluff with a character and don't give me any ideas as to what to include, so it takes me forever to actually write- But thank you Nonnie for your (thankfully specific) request!

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~*smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] p in v, dirty talk, kind of public sex, exhibitation (if you squint), clit rubbing, basically porn w/o plot bc this is literally just smut the whole way through

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[Finn's POV]

With the scene finished, I immediately grabbed [Name] by the collar of her shirt and yanked her into my trailer with me. I've been pent up all morning from her little tease fest during hair and makeup. She thought she was so fucking slick, sliding her skirt up to show more of her smooth thighs, letting her shirt skid off her shoulder to show some more skin. Well now she was going to show me every bit of skin on her body. Since she so clearly wanted to anyways.

"Finn! Jesus, what is your problem, we're shooting again in twe-" I cut off her words with my mouth as I gathered her wrists into my hands and held them against the door of my trailer, my other hand holding her hip firmly in place. I was hardly ever this forward and blunt, but sexual frustration was enough to make any man crumble into a heap of desperation and desire.

[Name] stopped mid-sentence, her words dissolving into a quiet groan as her lips parted against mine. Her hands twitched in my grip, but I didn't let them go. My lips hurried to her throat in a frenzy as my hand slid off her hip and gathered her hair into a ponytail in my fist so I could kiss her neck without her hair trying to strangle me. I tugged the makeshift ponytail and flicked my tongue over her soft skin, so tempted to make a hickey, but still having at least a shred enough of common sense to know that it probably wasn't a good idea to leave one now… at least, not on her neck.

After sucking a few small red marks that would disappear completely within a few minutes, I slid both of my hands to her waist and picked her up. Turns out being horny made me a little stronger than I was usually.. I slammed her body down on the bed and crawled over her, pinning her body down with mine.

"Jesus Finn, what has gotten into you today?" [Name] panted quietly, tilting her head back while my mouth continued its exploration of her neck.

"Like you don't know." I shot back, gently placing my hand on her neck and pulling her head closer. "You teased me this morning and I haven't forgotten. I'm horny [Name]. And you're gonna fix this issue for me." Before she replied, I moved my hands to the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her body, tossing it away into a faraway corner; it crumpled to the floor, forgotten for the moment. I felt around on her back until I found the clasp for her bra. I struggled for a moment, trying to get it free, but when I couldn't, I groaned in irritation and flipped her body over roughly. My hormones were running rampid in my body, I couldn't wait for much longer, and it felt like [Name]'s bra was purposefully trying to ruin it for me.

I finally got the damn thing unhooked and shot it away quickly, letting my hands wander over her breasts, my fingers rubbing her nipples. I moaned quietly under my breath as I moved my head down and let my tongue flick her nipples into my mouth. Her tit felt so good in my mouth, so full, so perfect, so soft.

[Name] moaned quietly, her body arching up in my hands as her her hands wandered into my mouth. She was down to her panties now and I was absolutely loving it. This morning, I woke up planning to wake up and go to work just like every other day, but now I was in [Name]'s trailer with her tit in my mouth and my hand down her panties rubbing circles into her swollen clit while she moaned helplessly under me. Life was fucking great.

I couldn't wait anymore. I needed her now. My cock was throbbing so hard and painfully against my jeans that I felt like it might actually explode if I didn't shove it into her tight, pink pussy right fucking now. I pulled my fingers out of her underwear and lapped up her sticky juices from my fingertips, my eyes meeting hers as she watched me, her eyebrows crinkled up in arousal and her chest heaving from my tease. She moaned and tilted her head back, hips pushing forward into mine.

I grabbed her lush hips in my hands and shoved them into the mattress, keeping her body pinned down as I used one hand to unhook my belt and yank my dick out. I tugged a condom packet out of my back pocket and ripped the foil wrapper with my teeth.

Oh yeah. I came prepared to fuck her dumb with my cock.

I rolled the condom onto my cock and moved down slowly, taking the elastic band of her panties between my teeth and moving them down slowly, my tongue darting out to kiss her wherever it could reach- her thighs, her hips, even the entrance of her pussy, as my teeth slowly moved her underwear down her perfect legs and around her ankles.

[Name] kicked them off and wrapped her arms around my back as I pushed myself between her legs, holding her thighs in place on my waist as I eased my dick into her, inch by inch. I pulled a hiss of pleasure between my teeth, slowly exhaling as her warm core welcomed me in. "Sssss.. ahh.. Fuck, good girl, that's it.."

A cracked moan left my lips as I thrusted my hips into her. I could hear the fap of my cock penetrating her wet hole over and over as she moaned loudly beneath me, shouting my name over and over. For the first time in a while, I felt confident.

"Oh god Finn, yes, yes! Oh god yes, fuck, fuck. fuuuuck!" [Name] moaned, spreading her legs wider, her mouth open wide in pleasure as her eyes rolled back in euphoric pleasure. I pummelled my hips forward again and again, my hand grabbing at the headboard to keep it from smashing against the wall again and again. There wasn't much I could do about the mattress and bedframe creaking underneath us as I fucked her, though.

A knock at the door. "[Name]?" a producer said, knocking once more. "Hey, you're up in about five minutes and you haven't gotten your hair fixed up yet."

[Name]'s eyes went wide with alarm as she looked at me. Oh, was she expecting me to stop? Right now? She was fucking insane, if she was. No fucking way was I stopping now.

I smirked mischieviously and pulled her hips taunt against mine, ravishing her body faster and harder. She was drooling now, cock-drunk from my blatant usage of her body.

Try talking now, I challenged her silently. Do it. I dare you.

"I-I.. nghhhh. I-I, fuck I'm s-sssss…." [Name]'s apology died on her tongue as I slammed my hips into her harder than before and she bit her lip hard to keep from making a noise.

"That's it, good girl, keep quiet. Don't make it obvious what's happening here." I taunted in her ear as I continued to fuck her forcefully. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach, threatening to unravel completely in the next few minutes.

The producer knocked again. "[Name]? Hello? What's going on in there, are you okay?"

Her eyes begged me for mercy, but I just smirked and continued doing my thing. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, letting me know she was close to cumming. I just smirked at her expectantly, waiting for her to let the producer know she was perfectly fine and would be out as soon as we were done. With noticeably shaky legs, might I add.

"Y-yes!" she screamed, panting heavily, but somehow managing not to moan. "I-I'll be out.. s-soon!"

My eyes were locked on her breasts, watching them bounce with every thrust I made against her body.

The producer's footsteps receded and I smirked at her again, pushing my hips directly into her g-spot. [Name] moaned out before she could stop herself and her body shook desperately as she screamed out my name, her body emptying out every ounce of sweet, sweet cum. "Oh God, Fiiiiiiiiiiinn!"

I pushed my hips against hers a few more times before finally spilling into the condom with a load, throaty groan. I panted heavily, my body sticky with sweat as I rolled off her.

"I'm so fucking pissed at you." [Name] scolded breathlessly, but I could tell she wasn't really mad at me. She was more embarrassed than anything. I was sure I'd be embarrassed too, once the high from my orgasm wore off. But for now, I was cocky, smug, and pretty fucking proud of myself.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure you are. Just hush and get your pretty little ass out there before they come looking for you again." I smirked and gave her a cheeky wink as she groaned and tossed a pillow at me, hurriedly shoving clothes back onto her body and running out, leaving me alone, cackling at her as I cleaned up after us.

[bunnist4rz]

this is like my second time ever writing fanfictions so like bare with me!! im also very new to resident evil so like if some things aren't accurate do not behead me i hope you enjoy :333 also i need ada so desperately its becoming not funny.

warning: none,, fluff [leon x reader]

"You know, it's weird," you murmur to your best friend, Claire, as you both sit on the worn-out couch in the dimly lit living room, the flicker of the TV casting a bluish glow over the pizza boxes scattered across the floor. "I've never felt so... alive before."

You've been watching old zombie flicks all night, a guilty pleasure you two share, especially on lazy Sundays like this. But your words linger in the air, hinting at something more than just the adrenaline rush from the on-screen horror. Claire pauses the movie, her eyes searching yours for a clue. "What do you mean?"

You take a deep breath, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I don't know, it's like... every little thing feels so much more vivid now. The way the pizza tastes, the smell of the rain outside, even the sound of the TV static." You chuckle lightly, shaking your head. "It's like my senses have been turned up to eleven."

Leon, who's been quietly sipping his beer from the armchair in the corner, glances over at you with a knowing smile. "It's the aftermath of a close call, isn't it?" he says, his voice a comforting rumble in the quiet room. "You start to appreciate the simple things."

Claire nods thoughtfully. "Maybe it's because you've seen so much of the world, you know what you're fighting for now." She leans over to grab another slice of pizza, her gaze never leaving yours. "Or maybe it's because you've found someone to share those moments with."

A blush creeps up your cheeks as you look away, your heart skipping a beat. Leon's presence has been a constant source of comfort and excitement since he came into your life. Your friendship grew into something more over the months you've spent together, fighting side by side against the horrors that plague your world.

The silence stretches out, filled with the muffled sounds of the city and the distant thunder of a storm rolling in. You swallow, the words catching in your throat. "Do you... do you ever feel that way too, Leon?"

He sets his beer down, the glass clinking gently against the wooden coffee table. "Every day," he says softly, his eyes meeting yours with a gentle sincerity that sends your heart racing. "Every single day."

The tension in the room thickens, and you realize that the storm outside isn't the only one brewing. Slowly, almost as if pulled by an invisible thread, Leon moves from his chair to sit beside you on the couch. The scent of him—leather and gunpowder, with a hint of the mint gum he always chews—fills your nose, and you feel your body leaning closer without you even realizing it.

As he reaches for your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, you know that this moment is about to become something far more than just a quiet night in watching movies with friends. It's a declaration of feelings, a promise of a future filled with the simple joys of life—a future you never thought you'd have.

The thunder crashes, echoing the tumult of emotions within you, as Leon leans in, his eyes searching for permission. Your breath hitches, your heart hammering in your chest, and you nod almost imperceptibly.

The moment his lips touch yours, the world outside fades away. The only thing that matters is the warmth of his touch, the taste of his kiss, and the feeling of his arms wrapping around you. It's a kiss filled with the promise of a love that can conquer any horror, a love that's been growing stronger with every shared danger and every quiet moment of peace.

And as the rain begins to patter against the windows, you feel something inside you settle—like you've finally found home in the middle of the chaos. This is what it means to be alive.

Leon's hand cups your cheek, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the softness of your skin. His kiss is tender, yet filled with an intensity that reflects the passion you've both kept hidden for so long. It's a kiss that speaks of battles won and battles yet to come, of fears faced and fears yet to be conquered.

You melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. The warmth of his body presses against yours, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart, a rhythm that matches your own. The storm outside mirrors the tempest of emotions raging within you, but here, in this moment, you feel safe.

When you finally pull back, the room seems to breathe again. Your eyes lock onto Leon's, and you see the same vulnerability reflected in his gaze. You know that this is it—the moment that will change everything.

"Leon," you whisper, your voice shaking slightly. "I've been waiting for this for so long."

He smiles, a gentle curve of his lips that lights up the room. "Me too," he admits, his thumb still caressing your cheek. "But we have to be careful."

You nod, understanding the weight of his words. In a world where survival is never guaranteed, love is a precious commodity that can't be taken for granted. You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.

The storm outside grows in intensity, the rain coming down in sheets. The sound is soothing, a white noise that blocks out the rest of the world. In the quiet between the thunderclaps, you can hear Claire's footsteps as she retreats to her room, giving you both the privacy you need.

With a deep sigh, Leon shifts, wrapping his arms fully around you. "Thank you for being here," he murmurs into your hair. "Thank you for fighting beside me."

You snuggle closer, feeling the warmth of his embrace seep into your bones. "Thank you for saving me," you reply, your voice muffled against his chest. "For showing me what it means to live."

As the storm rages on, you sit there, holding onto each other, the only two people in the world that matter. The future is uncertain, the dangers untold, but in this moment, you're alive, and you're in love. And that's all that you need to keep going.

[fairyminnie444]

just wanted to share something positive regarding manifesting my celeb sp to vent and maybe motivate ppl! for context, i discovered loass back in july and have been consciously manifesting a relationship with sp ever since. i didn't really understand how to do things "correctly" and was relying on methods to get me what i want (that i knew did nothing to make me confident in having my desires but i forced myself to do it since it worked so well for other people *sigh*) until i had a big 'aha!' moment a couple months back where my understanding of living in the end/living in the 4d finally clicked. so, around that time i was scrolling through social media and saw a quick advertisement about travelling to sp's home country and had such a strong urge to book a holiday there next year and so i just did it, and it felt so right. after that, i've been walking around with such a deep feeling in my gut that we're already together, we're perfect for each other and that we will meet on my holiday. no matter what i'm doing or where i am, being in a relationship with him is always in the back of my mind like it's something instinctual. my sp is someone with a very busy schedule, to the point where he doesn't have any free time at all to be wondering the streets and meeting new people. well, it just got announced that he will be taking a long break from his schedules (for the first time in his career) at the time i will be visiting. also, last week while visualising what our meeting will be like for fun, i briefly thought 'it would be so cute to meet him at a record store', then shortly after he mentioned he visited a record store recently (something he hasn't done in years). also, all of my friends and family keep telling me that they see me dating/marrying a celebrity even though they know nothing about me manifesting him lol. this period now where i'm just waiting for the months to pass by until my holiday is very strange honestly but nice, since it gives me a chance to focus on manifesting other things in my life and letting sp take a backseat since oddly i found it way easier/more natural to manifest him than anything else (i guess my self concept is stronger in that regard)? also, people put wayyy too much stress on which tense to use when manifesting. you can affirm "it will happen" instead of "it has already happend" as long as you have that true belief in what you're saying. sorry if this was really clunky to read, i've never actually sat down and layed it all out for anyone before hehe <3

yayyyyyyy ngl im so curious hahha

anyway thank you for choosing me to tell this, and congratssss for your manifestations.

its amazing to see how you got this, it’s already done and its all yours <3

[mrsparrasblog]

Mission save the human race pt.5

PT.4

Simon ignored you most of the time after your passionate encounter, making you feel like shit with only him and a 16-hour asleep Johnny in the house. You felt alone. You used your remaining free time when you weren't caring for Johnny, who got flirtier with every minute, with gardening, harvesting all sorts of vegetables and fruits, and now you started to harvest them when suddenly a big pair of hands gripped you and picked you up.

"I missed you much, babe." Kyle smiled at you and kissed you impulsively; the other men just watched him with a jealous expression. You and Kyle were different; he was in the same age range as you; he was caring; and he was the prettiest boy on earth even before the apocalypse.

And he treated you like a girlfriend, always kissing you goodbye, calling you babe, and looking at you with these gorgeous eyes of his. It felt like you two were in a relationship, and you kind of liked it.

After mending some of the boy's wounds, you went to the kitchen to prepare some fruit compote for them. You needed to ask them if they could maybe help you grow your house and maybe get some chickens and cows; this would be helpful and cute.

"Smells delicious, babe," he said, pulling his arms around your waist and leaning his chin against your shoulder.

"You think so."

"Mhm"

"How was the mission, Kyle?"

"It was bad; Cap almost got bitten."

"Oh fuck"

"And then there is still not a word from Ale and Rudy; they should have been back a long time ago."

"They will come back."

"Im afraid if they won't, we had a few people more, but everyone is always dying."

"You're safe at home; okay, you're safe and with me." You tried to get him to think about something else, something good. And being with you was good.

Gaz's arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he buries his face in your neck. "You have no idea how much that means to me. Coming home to you is the best part of any mission," he admitted, looking at you like a lost puppy.

"Having you back is always the best part of my day too, love."

Gaz tightened his grip on you, his eyes softening once more. "You're my sunshine in the dark, babe. Never forget that; you bring us hope and a home; you're so much stronger than us," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. "Now, come on, let's go relax."

You moaned softly as he kissed your neck, wanting more for him. You hadn't had sex after your night with Simon, and it showed.

Gaz's eyes sparkled with desire at the soft moan, his grip tightening ever so slightly on you. "Relax? Or are you thinking of something else, babe?" He asked you with a boyish grin.

"Maybe," you admitted, trailing down his clothed, rock-hard abs.

Gaz smirked, his hand trailing down to cup your perfect ass, feeling the heat that emanated from your body. "Well, since you're in such a playful mood, how about I show you just how much I've missed you?"

He pulled you up on the kitchen counter. He couldn't help but admire your body, with every curve and dip calling to him. With a growl, he pushed himself against you, his hard length grinding against your core through your clothes.

"Such a needy boy for me."

A low chuckle escaped his throat at your teasing words. "Well, when you look this fucking good, it's hard not to be, isn't it?"

You caressed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss, capturing his pretty face inside your soft palms. He got the full girlfriend treatment, and you enjoyed treating him this way.

Gaz moaned into the kiss, his lips parting to allow your tongue access to his mouth. His free hand reached around to grab at your ass, pulling you even tighter against him.

"Mhm, so needy for my ass."

Gaz pulled back from the kiss, his eyes burning into yours. "I'm going to take you right here, on this countertop," he growled huskily. "You're going to be so fucking tight around my cock."

"Mhm, but were you a good boy to deserve this?" You asked him in a teasing manner.

Gaz's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. "Oh, I've been a very good boy. I've been thinking about this moment all day." He reached down to undo his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. He was beautiful; he was so long—almost too long—and so pretty curved; he didn't have thick veins but softer, smaller ones; his cock had the same color as his skin, but his tip was delicious pink. It must have been the most beautiful cock you have ever seen in your life, and your mouth watered at the sight.

You traced your fingers around his slit, taking in his precum and licking it from your fingers. It was salty but still delicious. "A good boy would be more patient."

Gaz watched you play with his precum, his breathing growing heavier. His grip on your ass tightened as he held you close to him. "Patient? You're playing with my fucking cock, babe. What do you expect me to do? Be patient?" He groaned, annoyed at you.

"Yes, Kyle, be patient. You need to deserve my cunt first." You laughed at him, enjoying being the dominant part for once.

Gaz groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he tried to maintain control. "Okay, fuck it. I want you so bad, love. Please, let me taste you. Let me show you just how good I can make you feel."

"Already begging?"

Gaz's eyes locked onto yours, his desire evident in every twitch of his muscles. "You have no idea how much I want you, babe," he said, his voice thick with need. "I've been going insane without you. Please, let me taste your sweet cunt."

You couldn't say no to that beautiful face of his; it should be forbidden to look like that, to look so perfect, so you removed your panties, leaving your blue summer dress on. You threw your panties in his face while giggling.

His eyes widened in surprise as you threw your panties at him, but his cock twitched with anticipation. "Fucking hell, Babe," he growled, grabbing the delicate fabric and bringing it to his nose. "You smell so fucking good."

"Do I now?" you asked cheekily.

His hands traveled up your thighs, fingers teasing the edge of your dress as he spoke. "Like pure fucking heaven," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "I can't wait to get inside you."

"Not now, patient baby boy. First, lick me."

Gaz's eyes flashed with desire as you ordered him to lick you. Without hesitation, he pushed your dress up, revealing your wet pussy to him. His tongue darted out, tasting your sweet nectar for the first time. "Fuck," he whimpered.

"Mhm, do you like it when I call you Baby Boy?" you ask while pushing his face deeper inside your throbbing core.

"God, yes," he groaned, his tongue lapping up more of your juices. "I love it when you call me that." Gaz's hands found their way underneath your dress, massaging your ass cheeks as he continued to feast on your pussy.

"Mhm, you're such a good boy for me." You praised him, and it did wonders for him.

His tongue swirled around your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Mmm, I'll be whatever you want me to be," he growled against your pussy. "Just keep calling me that."

"What a good boy?"

His tongue flicked against your clit faster, his fingers digging deeper into your ass. "Yes, a good boy," he moaned, his voice muffled by your wetness. "I'll be the best fucking boy you've ever had."

You grinded harder against his perfect face, always pulling his short hair to show him you were the one in control.

Gaz let out a low groan as you grind against his face, the taste of your pussy on his tongue driving him wild. He loved how you pulled his hair, showing him who was in control. His fingers dug deeper into your ass cheeks, encouraging you to ride his face harder.

"Mhm, God Gaz."

"You like that, babe?" He murmured against your pussy, his tongue working overtime to drive you wild. "You're so fucking sexy riding my face like that. I could come just from this." You couldn't believe the effect you had on him.

"Be a good boy and cum."

His fingers found your sweet spot, and he thrust them in and out of you while continuing to eat you out. With his remaining hand, he started to rub his dick.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Do you want it on your cunt or all over your ass?"

"You can cum on my pussy." You wanted it inside, but you didn't want him to get this satisfaction.

"God fucking damn," he growled, and without further warning, he erupted onto your pussy. His hips bucked wildly as he came, his cock twitching with every pulse of hot cum. It felt so good and warm around you.

"Lick It Clean," you demanded. You had never done this before, but you felt so powerful right now.

Gaz lapped up every drop of your juices and his cum, cleaning you up meticulously. His tongue traced the inside of your pussy lips, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely yours. "Mmm," he hummed in contentment.

"Mhm, fuck, you're such a good boy," you whined as he lapped on your clit

"I'm always a good boy for you, babe," he purred, nuzzling his face against your throbbing nub. His tongue swirled around it, teasing and tormenting with just the right amount of pressure. "You know I love making you feel good."

"Mhm, please make me cum, baby."

I'll make you cum; don't worry about that," he promised, licking and sucking on your clit like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

"Gaz, im going to - fuck," you moaned as you pushed his face into your pleading core.

Gaz groaned in pleasure as he felt your orgasm wash over him. Your juices coated his tongue, and he lapped them up greedily, savoring the taste of you. As you came down from your high, he pulled back to look at you, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Thank you, Gaz, you've been very good." You caressed his pretty face. "You get a reward."

"I always like my rewards, babe," he grinned. He kissed your inner thigh, trailing his tongue up to the delicate skin between your legs. "I think I'll take another taste of you."

"God, you're so eager to please, but I thought more of you could fuck me when you want, even in the ass." You knew that's what he wanted; he looked too often at it, stroking it with his finger by accident. And who were you to deny him this wish?

Gaz chuckled at your bold request. "I'm always eager to please you, babe," he purred, his hands gently guiding your legs apart once more. "And I promise, I will fuck you in the ass, but first, let me taste you some more."

He grinned wickedly as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive flesh of your pussy lips. He teased you for a moment before finally pressing his tongue against your clit, sucking gently as he began to lap at your juices once more.

"Oh God"

Gaz hummed in approval as he continued to please you, his tongue dancing around your clit while his fingers teased the entrance of your tight little hole. He moaned softly against your sensitive flesh, savoring the taste of you. "That's it, babe." He began to pump his fingers in and out of your tight little hole, massaging that sweet spot inside you that made you clench around his fingers. His tongue never stopped lapping at your clit, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Fuck, "Im going to cum again, baby."

"Cum for me, babe," Gaz purred, his fingers pumping faster inside you as he sucked harder on your clit. He could feel the walls of your tight little hole quivering around his fingers, preparing to release another wave of pleasure.

Gaz moaned loudly as he felt your body shudder and convulse around his fingers, your juices spurting onto his face. He didn't stop, though, continuing to lap at your clit and finger-fuck you until he was sure you'd had enough.

"Thank you, Gaz; you've been so good to me."

"Always, babe. You know I'll do anything for you." He leaned up to kiss you gently on the lips before pulling his fingers out of your tight little hole. "Come here,"

You saw a big, dark shadow. "I think Simon saw us."

Gaz looked over his shoulder to see Simon watching them with a smirk on his face. He chuckled softly and shook his head before turning back to you. "Well, if he wants a piece of the action, he's more than welcome." But you were still mad at Simon for ignoring you after your sex; he only used you as a cumdump. Well, at least that's what you thought.

"Maybe another time, but I want only you right now, Baby Boy."

"As you wish, babe, I'll make sure it's just me and you." He pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling him as he pressed his throbbing cock against your entrance.

"Are you ready for this?"

"You want me to ride you?"

I think I'd like that, babe." Gaz smiled at you, his eyes dark with desire. He couldn't wait to feel your sweet pussy clenching around his cock as you rode him.

Gaz groaned softly as you slowly grinded on him, pushing his cock deeper inside of you with each movement. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding onto you as he felt your warmth enveloping him. "Fuck, that feels good."

You stood still, chuckling softly, knowing you were in control. You wouldn't move until he was a whimpering mess for you.

Gaz raised an eyebrow at you, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Are you going to make me beg for it?" He asked teasingly. "Because I don't mind doing that."

"Of course, you don't mind," you replied teasingly.

Gaz lowered his head, his eyes never leaving yours, as he began to plead with you. "Please, babe, I need you to ride me. I can't take much more of this torture." His voice was thick with desire, betraying the vulnerability he tried so hard to hide.

So you slowly started to ride him enough to make him feel something, but not enough to reach his high.

Gaz let out a deep, guttural moan as you began to ride him, his cock throbbing inside of you. He could tell you were holding back just enough to keep him on the edge, it drove him crazy. "Babe, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. "I need you to ride me harder. I'm about to lose it." He gripped your hips tightly, trying to urge you to move faster.

You pressed the bulge inside your stomach, where his dick rested, chuckling softly as you began to make small circles with your hip.

Gaz's head fell back with a groan as you teased him, his hips bucking up involuntarily against yours. "Fuck, babe," he panted. "You're killing me." His cock twitched inside of you, desperate for release. "Please," he whined.

"You're so impatient, baby."

"I can't help it, babe," he whispered hoarsely. "You're so fucking tight and wet. It feels amazing inside of you." His eyes were filled with lust as he watched your body move on top of him. "Please, babe,"

You moved a bit faster for barely a minute until you felt him twitching inside of you.

Gaz let out a long, low moan as you picked up the pace. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you down onto him with each thrust. "Fuck, yes," he groaned. "That's it, babe. Ride me hard."

As you realized he would cum soon, you stopped and began to only circle your hips again.

"What are you doing, babe?" He growled, his voice full of frustration. "I need you to fucking move." He gripped your hips tightly, trying to urge you to pick up the pace again. "Please,"

"Patient Baby, we need to see if you deserve to cum first." You said you were almost losing your patience at seeing the prettiest boy in the world begging for you to fuck him.

"I'll do anything, babe," he promised desperately. "Just let me cum." His cock throbbed inside of you, his balls aching with need. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, willing you to give in to him. "Please,"

"You're so sweet when you beg, you know that."

Gaz smiled up at you, his eyes filled with adoration. "I'll be whatever you want me to be," he whispered. "Just let me cum inside of you." His hips bucked up against yours as he tried to force himself deeper into your tight pussy.

Gaz's head fell back with a loud moan as you started to ride him hard again. His cock throbbed inside of you, close to the edge. "Fuck, babe," he gasped. "You're going to make me cum." Dumb words, Gaz, you thought.

Gaz looked up at you with a mix of frustration and lust. "Babe," he panted, his voice filled with desperation. "I need to cum. Please let me cum." He gripped your hips tightly, trying to urge you to keep going.

"Be a good boy and take it, okay? If you take it good, I'll let you cum."

Gaz looked up at you, his eyes filled with desire and need. "I'll be good," he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll take it however you want me to." His cock twitched inside of you, aching for release.

"Only cum when I allow you to."

Gaz nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on yours. "I won't come without your permission," he promised. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he drove his cock deeper into your pussy.

His cock throbbed inside of you, his balls tightening up in anticipation. "Mommy, please, "he panted, his voice filled with desperation. "Please let me cum.

That was new even for you, but you liked it. Did you just call me Mommy?"

Gaz looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust and need. "Yes, Mommy," he panted, his voice shaking with desire. "I can't help it. You make me so hot." His cock throbbed inside of you, aching for release.

"Shh, you're such a good boy. You're so patient for me. Just a minute, okay?"

Gaz nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on yours. "Yes, babe," he panted, his voice shaking with desire. "I'll be patient for you."

He reached up to cup your breasts through your dress, massaging them gently as he continued to thrust into you. He started to whimper, and it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard before.

"You can cum, baby."

Gaz's eyes rolled back in his head as he hit his release. "Oh fuck, Mommy!" he cried out, losing control. His cock erupted inside of you, filling you with hot cum. He moaned loudly, his body shaking as he came.

"I told you to be patient; it's worth it."

Gaz panted heavily as he came down from his intense orgasm, his cock still twitching inside of you. "That was amazing," he breathed out, looking up at you with a satisfied smile. "You're incredible, babe."

But you still hadn't done enough, and he deserved a reward after all, so you got on all of your fours and presented your round ass to him.

Kyle's eyes widened as you presented yourself to him, his cock twitching at the sight of your exposed ass. He growled while positioning himself behind you.

"Just be gentle." I never had something big like you in it."

Gaz smirked as he rubbed the head of his cock against your tight little ass, using his precum and your wetness as lube. "I'll be as gentle as I can, babe," he promised, slowly pushing his way inside of you.

"Fuck Gaz its too big," you whine as he spreads you in half.

Gaz grunted as he pushed deeper into your tight ass, feeling the walls stretching around him. He took it slow at first, savoring the sensation of being inside of you for the first time. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, starting to pick up speed. "Rub yourself, babe; it won't hurt so much then."

Gaz moaned as you rubbed yourself, the extra stimulation making it easier for him to thrust deeper into your ass. "Oh fuck, that's it," he groaned, picking up speed even more. "Fuck babe," Gaz growled as he pounded into your ass with reckless abandon.

He could feel his end approaching quickly, and the thought of filling your tight little hole with his cum sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm going to cum, babe,"

"It's okay, cum inside me, love."

Gaz roars as he finally reaches his climax, filling your tight little ass with his hot, thick cum. His muscles tense as he rides out the last few thrusts before finally pulling out and collapsing onto the bed next to you.

"That was intense," you said, smiling at him.

"That it is, babe," Gaz panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He reached over to grab a tissue from the nightstand and wiped up some of the cum that had leaked out of your ass. "You did great," he said with a grin.

"I think I won't be able to  walk tomorrow."

"Oh really?" Gaz teased you, running his fingers through your hair playfully. "That means you'll be stuck here with me all day tomorrow, won't you?" He winked at you, knowing full well how much you enjoyed spending time with him.

"Maybe Johnny will sneak in and just steal me away from you."

"Oh, he'll try," Gaz said with a smirk. "But I've got my eye on him. If he thinks he can take you away from me, he's got another thing coming than one single bullet." He pulled you even closer, his strong arms wrapping around your body protectively.

"You're so possessive of me already."

"I can't help it, babe," he replied, kissing your neck softly. "You're mine, and I don't plan on letting anyone take you away from me." He held you tighter, his gaze never leaving yours as he whispered, "Not Cap, Simon, Rudy, Alejandro, Alex, and not even Johnny."

Well, this is how it must feel to have a good boyfriend, you thought before you slowly drifted to sleep.

[crookedangelpizza]

Xiao streamer Au pt2

The ending was kinda rushed, so bare with me ;-;

Weeks had passed since the first collab, and Xiao’s stream had become something different. It wasn’t just about the game anymore. Sure, he still put his focus on every match, every level, but his thoughts would always drift to you. The teasing fights, the shared victories, and the easy comfort between the two of you were woven into his routine. He could barely deny it, he looked forward to your streams more than his own and even more to collabs between eachother.

The fans had gone wild with speculation ever since that first collab. "Xiao and [Y/N] are such a perfect match!" they’d chant in the chat. Xiao had grown used to it, but something about those words lingered in the back of his mind. A perfect match... He had never been one for fan theories or hype, but seeing your smile, hearing your voice, he couldn’t help but think that maybe just maybe the fans were right(ofc they were)

One day, after a particularly intense stream, Xiao sat back in his chair, massaging his temples as he read through his chat, replying to the usual fanfare. But then something caught his eye.

[Your Channel] has sent you a message!

Xiao’s heart skipped. You never messaged him on the birdy app, He hesitated before opening the message, wondering if it was another casual chat about a future collab, or perhaps just a thank-you for another successful stream.

But when the message opened, his breath caught in his chest.

[Y/N]:

"Hey, Xiao! I’ve been thinking about something! You know how I’ve been doing my baking streams lately, right? Well, I was wondering... if you’re not too busyy, would you be up for an in-person collab? I’m planning a special baking stream soon since im hitting 500k followers and your almost to 900k maybe we could make somethingg special for that!!, and I think it’d be fun to have you come over and join me! We can also hangout afterwards!!(if you want ofc) Think of it as a (game night meets cooking chaos) kind of deal. What do you think? :)"

Xiao blinked at the screen, his heart racing a little faster than it probably should. You wanted him to meet you in person? For a baking stream?

His mind spun. He wasn’t used to meeting other streamers face-to-face especially someone like you. Sure, he’d been comfortable in the virtual world, collaborating from the safety of his own space, but this was... different. His thoughts raced as he tried to form a response. Was this an invitation for a collab? Or was it something else entirely? A chance to get closer?

After a moment of hesitation, Xiao typed out a quick reply, his fingers trembling slightly on the keys.

[Xiao]:

"...When?"

NEW MESSAGE [Y/N]

[Y/N]:

"Yay!! I'm so glad that your up for it maybe like next week on a Friday!? And I've already announced the stream hehe ik you would do it!! Fans are asking for us to match are you up for that?!!

[Xiao]:

"Mhm that's fine"

He hit send before he could second-guess himself. His mind raced matching outfits with you and hanging out after the stream what did he do to deserve this-

The next few days flew by in a blur of preparation. Xiao found himself thinking more and more about your message, running through potential scenarios in his mind. How would he act in person? What if he messed up the baking? The thought of cooking with you-something so different from his usual gaming—both terrified and excited him. He wasn’t sure which one of those feelings was stronger.

"XIAO, I said you can stop that was your last lap. Why are you out of focus today does it have to do with your games" zhongli sighed as he handed Xiao a towel to dry himself off.

"No it's not.." He huffed

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When the day arrived, he found himself standing outside your door, his heart pounding in his chest. His usual composure had completely vanished. For the first time in a long while, Xiao felt utterly nervous.

Your door opened, and there you were, smiling brightly at him in the same pajama pants and black shirt. "Xiao! You made it!" You stepped aside (stopping yourself from giving him a hug)to let him in, and as he walked through the doorway, your kitchen came into view—a bright, cozy space filled with baking supplies and a hint of something delicious already wafting through the air.

"Come on in! Let me show you the setup," you said, leading him further into the room. Your voice was as warm and inviting as ever, and Xiao couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You turned to face him with a mischievous smile. "So, are you ready for some baking chaos?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Xiao blinked, clearly uncertain. "Chaos?"

"Yep! It’s gonna be fun, trust me. We're making some insane desserts today," you said with a grin, already pulling out ingredients. "First, we’ll bake some cookies, then we'll decorate them. Simple, right?"

Xiao wasn’t sure if the word simple applied to anything involving you. But, he thought, if it meant spending time with you, maybe he could handle a little chaos.

You set up your equipment and placed the camera in the perfect spot to capture everything, then turned back to Xiao. "Okay! We're live, so don't be too nervous!" you teased.

He nodded, still feeling that rush of uncertainty, but his eyes never left yours. There was something comforting about the way you were so confident, and he could almost forget about the cameras and the chat buzzing behind them.

MEOWMEOW - "OMG THATS HOW CIAO LOOKS"

HUMEAO1856 - "Yalll I literally told you he is FINEEE"

YABOICHIDE -  "he got the MUSCLES just like me, I Approve this marriage!!"

For the next hour, the two of you baked, laughed, and fumbled through the process. There were flour fights, awkward moments where neither of you could remember the recipe, and more than one cookie that came out of the oven a little too crispy.

Anyway moving on its time to put these in the ovenn!!

Xiao found himself enjoying every moment. There was something calming about being in your presence, about hearing you talk cheerfully about all the things you loved while you worked. It was different from gaming, but in a way, it was just as captivating. And every time your eyes met his, his chest seemed to tighten with something unspoken—something that went beyond the game, beyond the stream.

As the final batch of cookies baked, you turned to him with a grin. "Okay, Xiao. It's time for the best part." You grabbed a tube of icing and held it up. "Decorating time!"

Xiao stared at the frosting, then at you. "What do I do?"

You laughed and stepped closer, gently guiding his hand with the icing bag. "Here, I'll show you. You just need to go slow and steady... and maybe add a little flair."

He nodded, attempting to mimic your careful movements, but the moment he squeezed the tube, a glob of frosting shot out onto the cookie and splattered all over the counter.

"Oops," he muttered, looking up at you with a rare sheepish expression.

You burst out laughing, and Xiao’s face flushed slightly, feeling his heart skip in his chest at the sound of your genuine, carefree laughter.

"Don't worry! That's part of the fun!" you said, wiping a bit of icing off his cheek. Your fingers lingered for a second longer than necessary, and for a brief moment, Xiao's heart seemed to stop altogether.

MEOWMEOW - "YALL DO YOU SEE THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACHOTHER"

SKIBIDISCAR - " SHIP SHIP SHIP"

As the stream wrapped up, you and Xiao sat at the counter, your cookies (a bit more colorful than expected) lined up in front of you. The chat was filled with nothing but praise for your chaotic baking skills and how well you two worked together. But Xiao wasn’t paying much attention to the comments.

His mind was still on that fleeting moment—the way your fingers had brushed against his skin. Was it just a friendly gesture? Or was there something more? He wasn’t sure. The entire time you’d been together, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something between you had shifted.

"You did great today," you said, beaming at him as the stream ended. "I didn’t think you’d be so good at baking... even with the little icing mishap." You said as you were leading him to the couch.

Xiao simply nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t used to this kind of praise, but somehow, hearing it from you made it feel different. Real.

"Thanks," he murmured, his voice quieter than usual.

And then, before he could stop himself, he added, "Maybe we can do this again sometime."

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You raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You mean, another baking stream?"

There, it was an alert for severe rain and a reason for him to stay longer(yall I didn't know what to put)

"Oh my gosh I can't let you go home in these conditions" you say as you close the windows

It's fine I'll be home in 30 minutes he protested

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Really you have to stay you pled as you extended the couch. See I'll even sleep here so you aren't scared you giggled

You stretched out beside him, pulling a blanket over the two of you as the late-night tiredness began to settle in. "You know," you said with a teasing smile, "I’m really glad you came today. This was fun." You glanced at him, and your eyes caught his again. There was a brief, charged silence before you broke it with a light laugh.

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"Yeah, me too," Xiao responded quietly. He shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, but his mind wouldn’t stop spinning. The warmth of the room, the soft glow of the lights, the way your voice lingered in his head it was all so... comforting.

You shifted a little closer, nudging him with your shoulder as you closed your eyes. "I’m glad you came, Xiao. Honestly, I was kind of nervous, too," you confessed with a sleepy smile.

Xiao blinked, surprised. "You were?" he asked, his voice a little softer than usual.

"Yeah," you yawned, "I mean, it’s different, you know? Streaming in person. But it turned out fine, didn’t it?"

He nodded slowly, still feeling the pull of your closeness. The warmth of the blanket made his muscles relax, but his mind was still racing. He glanced down at you, noticing how relaxed you looked next to him—how soft your features were in the dim light.

Before he knew it, the silence between you two deepened, and with it, the realization that he was falling into a more comfortable, intimate space with you. He didn’t want to mess it up.

You stretched and let out a quiet sigh. "Honestly, I’m just so tired," you mumbled. "I think I might actually doze off."

"Yeah," Xiao murmured, "me too."

He turned slightly, trying to keep his distance, but you shifted again, now lying with your head resting just a few inches from his chest. He froze, his heartbeat picking up. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the peaceful quiet of your apartment filled the room. Xiao’s muscles tensed involuntarily, but it wasn’t because of any discomfort—it was just the strange feeling of having someone this close, someone who made him feel safe in a way he wasn’t used to.

Without thinking, he instinctively shifted, his arm coming to rest behind you, almost as if his body was telling him it needed to protect this moment, protect you. His bicep brushed lightly against your shoulder, and he instantly regretted it, feeling his entire face flush.

You shifted, your body naturally pressing just a little bit closer to his warmth. "Xiao... you have really nice muscles," you said sleepily, the compliment slipping out before you could stop yourself.

Xiao blinked, the sudden shift in your voice making his heart race. He hadn’t expected that. "I... uh..." He felt his throat go dry as he shifted awkwardly, his arm still around you. "I’m a swimmer," he said, as if that explained everything. "I just... have to stay in shape."

You smiled softly, your face still flushed from the warm comfort of his arm around you. "I can tell. I didn’t think you could get any more impressive, but I guess I was wrong."

Xiao was suddenly very aware of how close you were. Your body heat seemed to seep into him, and every little movement you made felt amplified. The rhythmic sound of your breathing lulled him into a state of calm, yet there was a strange tension in the air—one he couldn’t quite understand.

"Well," you murmured, almost asleep, "I think this is nice. We should do this again... more than just streams."

Xiao’s breath caught at the words. Did you mean it? His mind flashed back to the stream, the moments you shared—your fingers brushing his, the teasing, the laughter. He wanted to say something, to tell you that he was feeling the same pull, but the words didn’t come. He just shifted slightly, pulling you a little closer in an unspoken response.

You made a soft sound, almost like a sigh of contentment, and before he knew it, you were dozing in his arms, your body relaxed and safe against his chest. Xiao sat still, his heart beating steadily, unsure of what to think, but too tired to care. He could feel the steady rhythm of your breathing beneath his arm and the way your soft warmth melted against him.

The soft weight of your body against his felt more natural than anything he'd ever experienced. A warmth blossomed in his chest, one that wasn’t from nervousness or confusion, but from something deeper, something comfortable.

He closed his eyes, letting the peace of the moment wash over him. Maybe this was just the beginning, maybe it was more than just a collab. Whatever it was, Xiao wasn’t in any rush to figure it out. For now, he was content to just be here, with you, in the quiet, cozy warmth of your apartment. And for the first time in a long time, he felt like he truly belonged somewhere.

"I like you," Xiao whispered, his voice low and hesitant, but full of sincerity.

You stirred in his arms, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "Mhm, really?"

"Yeah," he replied, his arms tightening around you, as if to hold onto the moment.

"I like you too," you murmured sleepily, nuzzling closer.

Xiao’s heart raced, but he pulled you in even tighter hug It felt simple and perfect, just the two of you

It is so bad I want to give you a zero but that's not possible so i give you a 1😣

[veryinjuredperson]

i'm not sure how many people will actually see this post, but anyone who does, hi! i'm vip, and i have some pressing questions on my ol' mind!

so, i'm... severly mental ill, to say the least of it, diagnosed with depression, adhd, anxiety, bpd, professional suspicions of autism and ptsd, and personal suspicions of some sort of dissociative disorder.

to make this easier, im going to breakdown what's been happening...

so, i can't say i've ever noticed being GONE from the present per say, but it's more like... i'm sort of present at all times, but have different personalities or voices who crop up and direct me. my tones change, sometimes my accent changes, my mood changes, the words i use change, certain skill sets might change, thought processes change, etc.

i've struggled with identity for a long time, i just don't like to share that fact usually, particularly because it scares the shit out of me and also due to the fact that i am constantly telling myself that i must be an attention seeker and a faker and a liar, even though i have only spoken about my suspicions of potentially being a system with a single trusted person.

some voices have names, there are several who are at least based on fictional characters, and others who aren't... sometimes i can communicate more clearly between separate voices, and other times it feels like one train of thought that's jumping back and forth for a single mental conversation, like i say something and then respond to myself but it still doesn't feel like just me? i have had people point out that i'm acting different before, but i have a consistent stream of consciousness, so i feel like that's kind of... idk... i feel like that's not how systems work, is it? bc it's less like individual people who take the reigns and more like i am a sort of central core, and then there are little voices or influences, some stronger or bolder than others, who sort of... blend in with me? and influence what i'm doing... so like... i know what's going on, i feel in control, but i don't feel... normal?

if anyone has any way they can help me decipher some of this, please let me know. for now, i've taken to using plural kit and simply plural to log these personality shifts.

i do intend to speak to a psychiatrist and/or at least a therapist about this, but i haven't been able to get that far quite yet. any help in the meantime would be greatly appreciated.

( i have trauma, but a lot of my childhood from at least anything prior to 6th grade is rather blurry, there's memories here and there, some clearer than others, some just gone, i know i've had some pretty bad medical trauma all prior to the age of three, but also some beyond that, i know my parents have always fought a lot, i know that i never stayed in one school for longer than a single grade year, i know i had very inconsistent friendships, i know i played pretend or even "played games with myself" including "hide and seek" which was... generally just sad... but yeah, i do have trauma, i js dont know if it's enough to cause what happened? oh! i also started school a year earlier than most, so i turned 10 part way into 5th grade, i know a lot of sources say that this stuff had to happen prior to... 9? 7? it's unclear... but... just letting that be known )

[lowcosmic]

oh god i loved your jealousy writing with Kokichi, that was amazing i cried 😭 im requesting smth thats self-insert 🙏 and also I've requested this prompt before for someone else I was following but they're prolly busy 🥲 so sorry for the "copy request" in a way 🙏🙏

(kokichi with a s/o that's also a great liar) in which they struggle to differentiate their own lies and feelings for other people (I have a hard time realizing I genuinely like people and it takes me a long long time to even manage to tell someone I love them out loud)

more details;; I've been struggling a lot more with dealing with my habits, I'm more of a pathological liar than compulsive, i just have a hard time coping with my behavior from time to time and I start to self-deprecate mentally

thing is, i feel like he would totally hate my behavior 💔💔 wondering just how he would put up with someone like me, in a established relationship (I have no idea what genre it should be but could be hurt/comfort or general fluff, you decide 😭🙏) sorry this is so long lmao 🥲

—— kokichi ouma with a s/o who’s a pathological liar

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : ( read the request ) kokichi with a s/o who can’t differ between their lies and actual feelings for others.

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

— 𝐜𝐰 : none?

— 𝐚/𝐧 : I AM , and repeat , SO SO SO sorry if i messed this up. feel free to request again if i did, cuz the delivery of what i did is kinda -,, re - read it once.

kokichi knew, before you two established a firm relationship, that you were good at lying.

he definitely had a hard time picking out what was a lie and what wasn’t a lie, and during those times he grew emotionally attached.

the only thing that he was worried about was the fact that your lying was sort of an instinct and hard to pick apart. that you did it without any reason, that you and him were similar in a few ways.

this meant that distrust could ruin the relationship, and kokichi was not going to let that happen, from you or him.

so he had you promise ( as well as him ) to be completely honest to each other, or at least tone down the deceitful behavior when around the other.

so, usual conversations would be something like : “ sooo, did you like my cooking?~ ” and then you’d reply with: “ haha, no. ” … “ I mean - yes. yeah, i actually do.” and so trust and loyalty grew stronger in the relationship.

before the relationship, though, you two would tease each other a lot. and prank each other.

you’d pranked him once by faking a confession for him. it worked, but something inside you bubbled. like you were speaking from the heart.

you swore you could see a faint blush growing on kokichi's face.

you could feel your heart pang when you broke the truth to him, his face for a second growing sad, before breaking out into a smile and saying, “ wow, you really had me for a second there! buuuut, you’ll have to try harder than that. ”

you felt something for kokichi — you didn’t know if it was love or something like that, but you felt something.

like a warm feeling sprouting, or excitement whenever you were around him. it felt nice.

it felt like the sun blaring on you during a cold winter’s day, or the heater in someone’s house turned up to the max during a snow storm.

of course, you thought it was all in your head and that these feelings didn’t exist. it was just another lie to yourself, that kokichi made you feel this way. even so …

when you asked shuichi about this ( in a somewhat rude way ) he came to the conclusion that you liked, no, loved kokichi.

kokichi was having the ( sort of ) same problem. was he really falling for you? you wouldn’t like him back, would you?

and it took a long time for you or him to confess, but finally, kokichi did end up confessing.

his confession was the most uncharacteristic you’ve ever seen him, stuttering, blushing lightly, like who the heck is this?

but you, after lots of hesitation, agreed. and then he kissed you.

that gesture filled you with emotion. you now belonged with kokichi ouma, your lying counterpart.

during the relationship, whenever kokichi suspects you’re lying, he says the usual, “ i HATE liars ” thing. of course, he could never hate you, but it’s the way he was self taught to get someone to tell the truth,, as well as some other forms of communication from him.

you both are quite the pair with pranks on your unsuspecting classmates. you got them the first time SUPER well, making them think you both did ‘ it ’ with each other. lmao get fooled

whenever you’d lie about disliking his clingy actions or over exaggerated mushy behavior, he’d continue doing it. that’s the only lie he can easily see without confirmation.

also definitely validates you. if you gave him a gun loaded with self affirmation praises and love, nothing that would hurt you, he’d use it all on you.

he knows how hard it is to live like this. after all, he’s almost like you.

something big to worry about was disloyalty, cheating. of course, you both trusted each other well. but there were those moments that seemed pretty suspicious, especially when kokichi was trying to prank you with it. let’s just say, that situation was a stepping stone and you two banned cheating pranks from ever happening again.

overall, i think kokichi would help the two of you grow as a pair, to help each other be more honest and understanding - as well as pick apart feelings from lies and misconceptions about others.

trust me, both of you are mega liars. and God couldn’t have put together a better picture than two who would help each other out through their struggles.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter: Chapter 16

A/N: finally, a chapter worth posting. This one is so much better than the last two or three i've posted. Sorry guys, I've totally lost track of time, its been two weeks since the last chapter ive posted... this is a longer one so hopefully it will suffice. Thank yall so much for reading, feedback is much appreciated :)

Taglist: @abbiesxox @n30n-j3lly @weird-katthing @kayoyamamegame @kroowonderemporium @astro-ghoul99

word count: 1.3k

Reader pov:

You and your father have silently agreed to just let go of what happened during the commute to the grocery store. The two of you have not talked about the topic since, and you were grateful for it. You headed for the doors to get outside the base, as you had decided earlier that a morning run should do the trick for your sluggish start to the day. It seems you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Barely making conversation at breakfast, feeling irritated and put off by everything. Even the sound of Gaz breathing when you sat next to him in the mess hall made you want to choke him out.

You breathed in deeply, savoring the crispy winter air as it's freezing tendrils circled your lungs. You sighed and were about to get moving when you heard a gruff noise behind you.

It was Ghost, clearing his throat.

You turned towards him, a quizzical look crossing your features.

"I've tracked you across the whole bloody base," he said, in a gravely, morning voice.

"And?" You said, annoyed. You didn't feel like talking to anyone not even your mysterious crush.

"And, a good soldier should know to watch their damn six."

"Yeah, in the field," you roll your eyes.

"Someone's pissy this morning, I thought we were on good terms now?" He chuckled

"I just... sorry- you didn't do anything wrong-" he cut you off.

"I know," he smirked.

"... just bad nights sleep I guess," you glared, finishing your sentence.

"Where are you headed?" his voice softened slightly, but his gaze still remained rigid and judgy.

"Out for a run."

"You don't mind if I join do you?"

You raised and eyebrow at his suggestion

"What? i'm not supposed to be friendly with my teammates ever?"

"I-I...no...I don't mind," you said skeptically.

The two of you took off at a quick pace, you were surprised that the lieutenant could keep up despite the skull balaclava covering his nose and mouth, as well as his large, toned build.

"You run often?" you ask.

"Mmm... when I was a kid I got in trouble a lot. I had to make a quick getaway sometimes."

"Who was chasing you... the law?"

"Eh, sometimes," he said, nonchalantly.

"Well, what kind of trouble?" you asked, not knowing whether to be concerned or intrigued.

"Dumb, teenage shit. You know, smashing windows... drinking... smoking, anything to get me out of the house really. I matured eventually."

"And now your in the military, the irony," you paused. "You know, I really wouldn't have guessed that you were so... unruly as a kid, Mister 'im so strict and tough," you laughed.

He gave a chuckle in response.

"Mhm, my teenage years were pretty lawless... probably can't say the same for you, Price's kid," he smirked.

"Ah you got me there... I did get into a little trouble though."

"Really...?"

"I dabbled with boys mostly..."

This made Simon's heart rate quicken, the thought of you with other guys, but then he reminded himself that you were a teenager at the time.

"Boys? I'm sure the captain wasn't very fond of that"

"Oh hell no... he always chased 'em away. I never could keep a boyfriend for very long. No matter how secretive I was he always found out."

Noted Ghost thought to himself.

Ghost laughs, "Yup, sounds like ol' cap."

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes as Ghost thinks about your love life.

"You...you don't happen to have any of those men in your life now... do you?" he asks quietly.

"I uhm....uh...well... no," You respond, a bit flustered.

"Good, otherwise i'd have to tell cap" He added, voice stronger and more confident while trying to play the question off as a joke.

You two were almost back to the base now, as you finished at the doors Ghost spoke up again as he swung the door open for you.

"It's about time for our daily training now, good timing."

You nodded as you stepped through the door into the pleasantly warm building. You walked down to the training facilities with him.

"Lets do some lifting," Ghost suggested.

You groaned in protest, dragging your feet as your lieutenant led you into the gym. You went through a few sets, bench press, curls, a few ab exercises, and finally some squats. By the time you were ready to start squatting, your body was exhausted, especially your legs considering you ran beforehand. Ghost looked at you with a slight bit of sympathy.

"Lets just do two sets of eight for this one alright Y/N?"

"Thank you, G-Ghost," you sputtered as you struggled to keep the bar level as you got into your first squat.

You wobbled, your legs quivered as you raised yourself back up into a standing postion.

One

You shook even more on the way down the second time, Ghost noticed this and left the wall he was leaning up against. He stood behind you with his hands open, ready to steady the bar if needed.

down, up

Two

By the third rep, the bar was so far away from being level on your shoulders your whole body tipped to the right. Luckily, Ghost caught you and lifted the bar off your shoulders before you could fall. He put the bar back on the rack and took a few pounds off of it while you sat down for a moment.

"If you're not okay enough to finish we can be done here," Ghost told you. His words were sympathetic but his voice was void of emotion, it was hard to gauge weather he was disappointed in your failure to finish the set or if he was concerned for you.

Ghost pov:

Goddamnit, she totally felt that.

I stood in front of Y/N while she sat down for a moment to catch her breath. I had to get the bar off of her before she hurt herself, but in the process I had pressed myself against her by accident. Which in return gave me a little problem... down there. Forever grateful to my mask for saving my ass once again, I tried to exert calmness towards Y/N while she rested. I desperately hoped that she would be done now that she was almost crushed by the weight.

"No, I'd like to finish out the set at least," she responded to my question.

"You sure? no shame in calling it quits to avoid injury," I responded in a warmer tone than before.

"Yeah, I've got it," she reassured me, more strength in her voice now.

Again, I positioned myself behind her to spot her. Only this time, a half step further back, not forgetting about my hard on. I'm not going to lie, It was tough to just stand there silently while she got her reps in. All I wanted to do was praise her, to tell her what a good job she was doing. I wanted to see her smile when I told her she did something right, I just wanted to make her happy.

"Good work," I managed to say when she got all eight reps in.

She told me goodbye and turned to leave. I watched her walk away, she took a few steps before I couldn't help myself.

"Wait!"

She turned around.

"I enjoyed running with you this morning... really- it was nice. Thank you for letting me go with you."

Her face broke into a genuine smile.

"Thank you for coming with me, it was nice to see you more informal... you know, outside of all the work stuff."

When she walked off again, I couldn't help but get all giddy and boyish. I felt like a teenager swooning over his crush at school.

fucking hell, Y/N enjoyed my company.

Reader pov:

When you left the gym and were sure that no one could see you, you damn near squealed for joy.

He liked running with me!

Ghost

My lieutenant

The guy I like