#in the meantime...anyone want to scream along with me?

[dribs-and-drabbles]

ONLY FRIENDS IS SO GOOOOOOOOD

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When You Get Shipped With Another Player | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: how they react to fans shipping you with another barca player

✮- warnings: none i don’t think

Requests are open

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João Félix

“How come fans think you’re a better match with Marc Guiu than with me?” João grumbled, throwing his bag down by the door.

You glanced up at him from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Fans are just being fans, João. They see what they want to see, you know how it is.”

He walked over to you and plopped down besides you, a pout forming on his puffy lips. “Mas não é justo. Somos perfeitos juntos.” (“It’s not fair though. We’re perfect together.”)

You slightly chuckled, putting your book aside and leaning closer to your boyfriend. “We know that, but they don’t. They just enjoy making up different scenarios, nothing serious.”

“Yeah, but why Marc? I mean he’s a pretty good guy and all, but he’s obviously not me,” João insisted, wrapping his arms around you possessively.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Maybe just maybe, they can’t handle how perfect we are together.” You whispered in between kisses, “They need some drama to entertain themselves.”

João signed, his body relaxing under your soft touch. “I just really hate seeing those comments. It makes me want to scream to the world that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“One day, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now,” you whispered, kissing him deeply.

“Yeah, you’re right, João murmured against your lips, his jealousy melting away. “As long as we know the truth right, that’s all that matters.”

Pablo Gavi

“I swear, if I see one more post shipping you with Héctor, i’m actually going to lose it,” Gavi fumed, pacing around the room.

You signed, shutting your laptop closed. “Pablo, it’s just fans having fun. They don’t mean any harm.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, frustration evident when you looked at him in the eyes. “But it bothers me. They think you two would be a quote on quote amazing couple.”

You stood up and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Do you really I care about what they think? I’m with you because I’m head over heels for you.”

Gavin’s expression softened at your words, but he still seemed restless. "Es difícil ignorarlo, ¿sabes? Quiero que todos sepan que eres mi novia". (“It’s just hard to ignore, you know? I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.”)

You kissed his lips and then both his cheeks, feeling him shiver at the contact. “I know, trust me I know, but we had both agreed to keep things private in the meantime. We just have to trust that our love for one another is strong enough.”

He signed at your words, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck. “It is. I’m sorry for getting frustrated. It’s not on purpose.”

You smiled, leaning your head to kiss him. “It’s okay. I just want you to remember that you’re the one I choose every single day, just you.”

Pedri González

“I don’t understand why people think you and João would make such a power couple,” Pedri muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You rolled your eyes, setting you coffee mug down on the coffee table. “Because they don’t about the two of us, Pedri. They’re only speculating.”

He looked up at you, concern written across his face. “But it still bothers me. I want them to see how perfect I am for you.”

You walked over and sat next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I know it must be hard, but it’s just make believe, I’m with you not João. We know what’s actually real.”

Pedri only let out a huff, squeezing your hands. “Sinceramente, odio la idea de que alguien más que no sea yo pueda estar contigo”. (“I just honestly hate the thought of anyone else being with you who isn't me.”)

You leaned in, kissing him lovingly before moving to his neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’m all yours Pedri.”

A smile started forming on his lips. “You’re right, of course you are. It only matters that you and I know the truth no one else matters.”

“Exactly,” you murmured, kissing his lips again.

Fermín López

“We could always let our relationship go public to stop the rumors about you and Lamine,” Fermín suggested, frustration evident in his voice.

You looked at him in surprise. “You do remember you were the one who wanted to keep our relationship hidden from the public to protect us, right?”

He let out a breath, running a hand through his combed hair. “Lo sé, pero es duro ver a los fans pensar que tú y él son más adecuados el uno para el otro”. (“I know, but it’s hard seeing fans think you and him are better suited for each other.”)

You laid your head on his chest before speaking. “It’s just rumors. They don’t mean anything.”

Fermín pulled you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “It’s just annoying. I always see those type of comments.”

You tilted your head up to see him, kissing his adam’s apple. “It doesn’t matter what the fans think. We’re the ones together.”

He nodded his head, sighing as he relaxed his head on top of yours. “You’re right Y/n. I’m sorry for getting so worked up over that.”

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. As long as I’m with you.”

Héctor Fort

“Why do fans seem to think you’d be better with Pedri than you would be with me?” Héctor annoyingly grumbled, tossing his phone aside.

You looked up from the movie you had been watching. “Héctor they don’t know any better. The fans are just imagining things, they would think differently if they knew we were dating.”

He walked over and sat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just want every person to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s.”

You leaned against his shoulder, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “One day they all will. But for now, let’s enjoy our relationship as it is, okay?”

Héctor nodded, resting his head over yours to find comfort in your touch. "Bé. Em molesta tant veure comentaris com que m'irrita molt.” (“Okay. It just bothers me so much seeing comments like that it really irritates me.””

You moved off his shoulder, placing you hand on his defined jawline. “Just don’t let it get to you. Because nothing will change the fact that I’m your girlfriend Héctor.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I won’t, not anymore.”

Lamine Yamal

"Of all the players, they think you'd go out with Fermín," Lamine muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Fans will ship anyone with anyone. It doesn't mean anything, you should know that."

He looked at you, concern clear in his eyes. "Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying. They should know I’m your boyfriend."

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe but at least we know that you are my incredible and loving boyfriend."

Lamine cracked a small smile, pulling you closer. "No puedo esperar hasta el día en que el mundo sepa que estamos juntos. Entonces, esto hará que dejemos de emparejarte con otras personas que no son tus novios.” (“I can’t wait till the day the world knows that we’re together. Then this will stop all the shipping you with other people who aren’t your boyfriend.")

You kissed his neck, feeling him relax. "Don’t let it get to you. Soon enough everyone will know, I promise Lamine."

He smiled, kissing you softly. "You better keep your promise"

Marc Guiu

"How am I supposed to ignore the fans shipping you with Gavi?" Marc exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke.

You sighed, looking up from your phone. "It’s just rumors. They don’t know what they’re talking about half the time."

He looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Però em molesta molt. Sé que tu i en Gavi no esteu passant res, però només pensar-hi em molesta molt". ("But it really bothers me. I know that you and Gavi don’t have anything going on but just thinking about it annoys me so much.")

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Exactly. So don’t worry about something that silly."

Marc sighed, pulling you closer. "I just hate seeing people think Gavi could do a better job at being your boyfriend than I can."

You kissed his neck, feeling his body starting to relax. "Don’t let it get to you. We know that you are the only boy for me."

"That you’re right about." He smirked, as he kissed your lips.

[itsmeatballworld]

it ends in heartbreak: part 2

wc | 370 [short and sweet sad]

pairing | daryl dixon x f!reader

a/n 2.0 | still working on part 3 (the finale) but I wrote a drabble from Daryl's POV in the meantime! no beta bc I'm sick and cannot reread to save my life <3

[ part one ] - [ part three ]

Daryl Dixon knew he fucked up the moment he opened his mouth. It was automatic the way each sentence spewed out, leaving him little time to process the garbage he was saying.

Get it through your head, girl. You ain’t mine.

He sat up night after night hoping you’d come back and scream at him for what he said. He wanted you to get mad, make him admit he fucked up. But the more the days passed, the more he knew that would never happen.

You’re just some bitch I screwed.

He winced.

He’s thought about how mean he was to you every single day. That ghastly look across your face burned into his memories, scarring the perfect image he had of you. And it was all because of him. That expression was caused by his vile words and he couldn’t live with that. Even after all the shit he said to you, the thought of you heartbroken made him sick.

This ain’t real.

You’re better off without me anyway.

But... he meant every word he said. You are better off without him. People who tend to love him either get hurt or die – and for your safety, you’d be better off never knowing him.

So as time went on he kept his distance from you.

The next few weeks turned to months and years quickly. There was a pain in your eyes that Daryl couldn’t shake off no matter how hard he’d try. If you’d glance at him for a moment, all those memories—good and bad—come flooding back.

So he ignored you. Long car rides? If he could, he’d be on his bike riding far away from you. Dinner time? Daryl was eating in his quarters alone. Need another person for a run? Anybody but you was an option. Hell he’d take Eugene first before even thinking to ask you to tag along.

It was clear to everyone including Daryl that he had a hard time admitting when he was wrong. He could say that had to do with growing up with abusive parents and a neglectful brother, but it wouldn’t change the fact that he hurt you deeply.

And there was no going back.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Baby Daddy chapter 2

Note: requested by the anon who called me pookie! ;) follow up to chapter 1!

Warnings: 18+!! fluff/smut/angst. toxic relationship.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x you (f) (slight hint of you x modern!Sigtryggr)

summary: You and Sihtric had to be good parents and celebrate your son's birthday.

wordcount: 4,7k

Masterlist

The Juice.

'Okay, I'll see you at five,' Sihtric said on the phone.

'Five,' you confirmed, 'not six, not seven. At five.'

'Yeah, yeah-'

'And don't you dare bring one of your sluts!' you snarled and hung up.

You groaned and threw yourself on your couch. You had to meet up with Sihtric, your somewhat ex-husband, who was very much your baby daddy. Odin, your little boy of three years, looked just like him by now, with his piercing gaze, cheeky smile, and his dark curls. Except Sihtric had recently shaved off half of his dark curls, which you found out when you had misunderstood each other and both ended up at the school's playground to pick up your son. And Sihtric's new look was unfortunately rather sexy. But then you thought he was always sexy, to be honest, even after you two broke up about six months ago.

You had married Sihtric and more or less officially split up less than two years after your wedding day, but neither of you ever finalised the divorce. In truth, you both knew you still loved each other and wouldn't want to be with anyone else. The problem was just that Sihtric was hot, as well as hot headed and stubborn, and he often did not clearly communicate his needs, or anything else for that matter. And you were exactly the same. But you were also quite chaotic and messy, something Sihtric couldn't stand he found out. When you were together you had great times, but the way you two argued and bickered most of the time was not good for anyone involved. When you split up, Sihtric had told you to keep the house for you and Odin, while he moved out to a rather fancy apartment only a few blocks away. 

The first few months you still did a lot of things together as a family, like going on weekend trips, to the movies and to theme parks. But you and Sihtric would always drive each other nuts and end up highly irritated by the end of the day. Which then led to fucking each other's brain's out somewhere fast before your son would notice his parents had snuck off. It just wasn't good and it took all your strength to create some distance between you and Sihtric overtime.

The family quality time became less when Sihtric started dating again three months after the split. Well, not really dating, he was just in his whore era. And you pushed him away more and more as it was upsetting to see some different girl by his side every time you saw him. You were hurt because the only lady by his side should be you. And over your dead body that one of his hook ups would meet your son. 

So during your phone call just yet, you reminded Sihtric once again that he was not to bring a girl to your house, where you'd discuss your boy's fast approaching birthday party.

Sihtric still had the key to your house so he let himself in while you were in the kitchen. You only realised he was there when you heard your boy scream 'Daddy!' as loud as he could. And when you walked into the living room, you found Sihtric playing pretend wrestling with Odin. You sighed and chuckled at the sight. Moments like that made you wish that you and Sihtric could just get along like a normal couple. Because after everything, Sihtric was genuinely the best father any kid could possibly ask for, and you hated how it always went wrong between you both eventually. 

Because there he was, dressed in black sweatpants and a black shirt, so effortlessly handsome and still giving you butterflies after not really having seen him the past two months. And Sihtric didn't know that in the meantime, you had gone for a drink with the other Dane, Sigtryggr. But nothing had happened between you and him, so you had no reason to tell your not-so-ex-husband about it.

'Hey,' you said, making your presence known.

The wrestling stopped as they both snapped their heads towards you. And Sihtric quickly picked up the distracted kid and held him upside down for a moment while the boy screamed out with laughter.

'Hey, pookie,' Sihtric said with a sly smile, then put Odin back on his feet again, who was quick to run off upstairs.

Sihtric walked around the couch towards you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, his hand lingering on your waist a little longer than was necessary. But that was just Sihtric, always subtly flirting with you on a good day. And you lied if you said you hated it.

'How are you?' he asked, eyes darting all over you, 'you look good.'

'I'm fine,' you smiled faintly, 'you?'

'Not bad,' Sihtric shrugged, then followed you into the kitchen while checking out your ass, and he sat down on one of the barstools at the kitchen island.

'Good,' you said and sat down across from him, 'so… Odin said he wants a monster truck themed party.'

'Monster trucks?' Sihtric furrowed his brow, 'those things are still cool?'

'Apparently so,' you grimaced, 'I looked up some decoration stuff already, and there's quite a lot to get with monster trucks on them.'

'Well that's settled then,' Sihtric said, then yawned and stretched, 'guess he wants monster trucks as presents too?'

'Yes, or anything Spider-Man related.'

'Spider-Man?'

'Yes, Spider-Man is also still cool,' you chuckled.

'Should I dress up as Spider-Man?' Sihtric asked half serious.

You snorted and shook your head, 'I don't think anyone is waiting to see that.'

You half lied. You could already imagine what your "ex-husband" would look like, and the thought was enough to make your cheeks heat up.

'Hey,' Sihtric pretended to be offended, 'you know I'd look good in one of those outfits, don't lie.'

'I won't deny that,' you snickered, 'you always had a good body.'

'Oh, really?' Sihtric asked with a smug face, 'you still think about my body, hm?'

'Sihtric, don't start,' you chuckled and looked down at your feet.

When you looked back up again, you found Sihtric was still looking at you, and you stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. The air suddenly became thick with tension, and you both wanted nothing more than to rip each other's clothes off, right there and then. You didn't have to say it, you could read each other like no one else could. You flashed Sihtric a cheeky smile, and he shifted slowly in his chair, trying to suppress his arousal while he bit down on his lip.

'You still think about me?' he asked after a moment, his smooth, honeyed voice barely louder than a whisper. 

He reached for your hand over the black marble counter, 'Because I still think about you,' he husked.

His tattooed fingers laced with yours while your eyes never left his mismatched pair. You didn't answer. You couldn't possible tell your ex, your seriously hot and sexy ex, that you could only get off at the thought of him fucking you. And none of your few one night stands after him had ever fucked you as good as he does. But Sihtric knew that too. 

The way you never spoke about another guy, or never even introduced a new guy to your son. Sihtric knew he had nothing to worry about. He was a hypocrite in that regard, he fucked around as much as he could, even if it was only to try and forget you and to make you jealous, but the gods forbid if you ever met someone else.

'Are you seeing someone?' he suddenly asked as he gently rubbed his rough thumb over your hand.

You sighed and shook your head, 'I don't have to tell you anything about that,' you said calmly, to which Sihtric squinted his eyes slightly, 'but no, nothing serious.'

'Nothing serious?' Sihtric frowned and leaned in, 'what does that mean, hm?'

He kept his curious eyes locked on you, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth while he still held your hand. And before you could speak, Odin came running downstairs. You quickly pulled away and turned, making haste to pour yourself some juice while Sihtric was being distracted by your son, who proudly showed him his drawing of a monster truck he had just made for his father.

'Are you?' you asked Sihtric the same question, and leaned back against the kitchen counter.

He looked up at you and wetted his lips with the tip of his tongue as Odin climbed to sit on his knee.

'Nothing serious,' Sihtric said curtly, which told you he already got rid of his latest hook up and found someone new for the night.

'Daddy stay dinner?' Odin innocently grinned.

'No, honey,' you smiled at your boy, 'daddy has other things to do tonight,' you sneered and glanced at your ex, who clenched his jaw.

It was early in the morning when Sihtric let himself in your house again, carrying a bag with monster truck decorations he had picked up from the store at your request. Today was your son's birthday party, and you needed help decorating the house.

'Hey, pookie,' Sihtric rasped and kissed your cheek.

'Jesus Christ, Sihtric,' you grimaced and shoved him with your shoulder.

'What?' he asked, clearly confused and agitated.

'Can you at least fully sober up, take a shower and make an attempt to wash off some woman's cheap perfume before you show up here?' you scowled and snatched the decorations out of his hands.

Sihtric sighed, raked his hand through his messy curls, and he finally allowed the regret of the night before to settle in. He always felt horrible the day after another random hook up. He didn't want anyone else, he only wanted you. But he couldn't have you, not anymore, not the way he wanted. So he'd get drunk, have sex, and hoped he would have forgotten all about you in the morning. But it never happened, it never worked. And he always ditched whoever he had slept with as fast as he could.

While Sihtric was deep in his regret, rubbing his eyes while he sniffed, you had been taking in his appearance. You knew this look all too well, as you had seen it countless times before. You knew exactly what he looks like after a night of rough sex, because he'd look exactly the same after your nights together; sleepy and his hair messy, while wearing comfortable grey sweatpants and a loose fitting white shirt. The only difference was that his eyes were empty now, whereas they used to be full of life after being intimate with you. And you hated how he still looked so good, even when you knew he had been with someone else. While it should have been you.

'Are you still drunk?' you asked.

'What? No,' Sihtric clicked his tongue, 'I'm not drunk anymore.'

He huffed and sat down on your couch. He took out his phone after he felt it buzz in the pocket of his sweatpants, and he quickly blocked the number of last night's lady who was texting him now, asking where he was.

'Classy,' you rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing when you watched him tap his screen a few times with slightly shaking hands, 'when will you grow up?'

Sihtric looked up at you, but didn't answer. You sighed and realised you shouldn't take your own pain out on him, you were separated after all. He was allowed to do whatever he wanted, as long as it would not interfere with the relationship he has with his son, and so far it had never done that.

'Just… come help me,' you said and pointed to some flags that needed to be hung from the ceiling.

Sihtric neared you and, once close enough, he cleared his throat.

'Pookie, I miss y-'

'Can you grab me a chair?' you cut him off, not wanting to hear his words because they hurt.

Sihtric exhaled sharply and did as you asked. Then, after about an hour you were finally done decorating. You told Sihtric to go home and take a shower, while you left the house too to quickly pick up the cake you had ordered at the store.

The party was already busy when Sihtric showed up again, holding two bags full of presents, which he placed on the table in the dinner area, along with the rest of Odin's still unwrapped gifts. He looked even better than earlier that day; his half shaved curls were fixed up, he looked completely sober again, and he was wearing tight fitting black skinny jeans, with a comfortable looking black hoodie on top. You spotted your ex from outside as you stood in your backyard, and you quickly made your way over.

'Finally,' you muttered as you neared him, 'we have to sing happy birthday and cut the cake, but I can't let Odin blow out the candles without his dad there.'

'Thank you for waiting,' Sihtric said, then grabbed your hand as you passed him, 'pookie?'

You turned and looked at him with questioning eyes.

'I'm sorry about earlier,' he said and pulled you closer.

'It's fine,' you sighed, allowing his hands to settle on your waist while you adjusted the hammer pendant he wore around his neck, 'it's your life, it's none of my business what you do. I just don't want to know about it. And I definitely don't want Odin to know about it.'

'I know,' Sihtric whispered and cupped your cheek, 'I'm sorry I was a little reckless this morning. You know I never mean to upset you, or our son,' he leaned in and brushed his lips faintly over yours.

'I know,' you breathed, your hands lightly tugging his hoodie, 'sorry if I was a little mean this morning. I have no right.'

'You know that no one compares to you, pookie,' Sihtric whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek as he circled his arm around you, 'no one fucking compares to my wife.'

'Sihtric, we're not really marrie-'

'Shh-shh,' he hushed you, 'I need to taste you, pookie.'

And just when Sihtric leaned in further to kiss you, you were both startled when someone cleared their throat suddenly.

'You two are back at it again, I see?' a thick irish accent sounded, making you both jump in your skin.

'Fuck,' you mumbled under your breath and pulled away from your husband, quickly turning towards the fridge to get the cake out for your son.

'Finan,' Sihtric greeted Odin's godfather with a curt nod, and leaned back against the kitchen counter.

'So you're together again?' Finan frowned.

'No,' you snarled.

'Yes,' Sihtric said at the same time.

'Sihtric, we're not!' you hissed.

'We're still married, sweetheart,' he said bitterly.

'And still separated, handsome,' you snapped back, just as bitter.

Finan rolled his eyes, as he already knew where this was going when he felt the clear sexual tension that lingered between the two of you.

'Just don't fuck in the kitchen,' Finan grimaced, 'that's nasty.'

While your son was playing in the backyard with his friends, and your friends and family were all busy stuffing their mouths with cake, you had enough of the chaos and went upstairs to fold some laundry you had left on the bed.

And just as you went upstairs, Sihtric walked towards the kitchen and caught a glimpse of you leaving the party. He didn't think much of it and walked up to the refrigerator, to get a juice pack for Odin. And when he wanted to return to his son who was still outside, Sihtric saw your phone screen light up, which you had left in the kitchen. And he couldn't help but read the message as it was right there.

Sigtryggr: can't wait to see you this weekend

Sihtric frowned and read the message again.

'Who the fuck is Sigtryggr?' he mumbled to himself, and another message came in.

Sigtryggr: last time was fun ;) x

Sihtric became furious. What guy had the balls to text his wife during his son's birthday party, sending winking emojis and a kiss? Oh no, Sihtric wasn't having this. And in his fury he forgot he was holding Odin's juice pack, and it exploded in his tight, angry grip, splashing all over his hoodie and jeans, and his face.

'Fuck!' Sihtric hissed.

He threw the exploded juice pack in the sink, washed his hands and dried his face with a towel, and went upstairs.

You were in Odin's room, putting away the recently folded laundry. And as you were so caught up in organising the clothes, you didn't hear someone coming up the stairs. Sihtric walked into the spare room, where he had installed the laundry machine and dryer himself a few years ago, and he took off his clothes. He threw his juice soaked clothes in the laundry machine and put it on a short cycle. And as he was so caught up in his own anger, he forgot you were upstairs too when he walked into your bedroom, wearing nothing but his tight fitting boxer shorts, and he sat down on your bed, waiting for the laundry to be done.

'Jesus Chri- what the fuck, Sihtric?!' you yelled when you were spooked to find someone in your bedroom.

Your folded laundry flew up in the air because of the scare you got, and landed in front of your feet in a messy pile.

'Fuck! Shit!' Sihtric hissed, also startled, 'I- I'm sorry!'

'What are you doing?! Why are you in my bedroom?! And why are you naked?!' 

'I'm not naked!' Sihtric said, annoyed, and he pointed at his boxers, 'I spilled juice over my clothes, okay? I'm washing them now on a short cycle, then I will put them in the dryer.'

'For fuck sakes,' you groaned, your heart still beating out of your chest.

'Gods,' Sihtric said, 'calm down.'

You huffed and picked your clothes up from the floor while Sihtric sat back on your bed. You threw your clothes next to where he sat, and glared at him when you grabbed the first shirt, only to refold it again, all while he eyed you up and down.

'You left your phone in the kitchen,' Sihtric suddenly said.

'I know.'

Sihtric hummed at your answer and brushed his hand through his hair. And you tried to not look at his stupidly delicious body, while he just sat there, leaning back and showing off his good looks. But then he got up, slowly closing on you until he had you cornered.

'What are you-'

'Where are you going this weekend?' Sihtric asked, his voice low, almost threatening.

'What? That's none of your business.'

'Are you seeing someone?'

'Sihtric,' you sighed and rolled your eyes, 'again, none of your business.'

You tried to move away from him, but he kept you cornered.

'Who the fuck is Sigtryggr?' Sihtric asked and took your chin, 'hm? Why is he texting you?'

'Oh, you're reading my texts now?' you scoffed, staring up into his eyes.

'Answer me.'

'I don't have to answer you.'

You tried to shove Sihtric away, but he pinned your arms down against the wall and pushed his body up against yours, towering over you.

'Does he get near my son?'

'No,' you said, irritated, while feeling a heat rise in your core.

'Good,' Sihtric said, refusing to back away, 'does he get near my woman?'

'I'm not your woman.'

'You're my son's mother,' he breathed, his gaze trailing down to your lips and back to your eyes, 'you're mine, pookie, still my wife.'

'Maybe,' you pushed him away, 'if you weren't so stubborn and stupid sometimes, I would still be yours.'

'So you still want me then?'

'For fuck sakes, Sihtric… you know I do. Or do you not remember that I told you I'll only ever want you when we broke up?'

He stepped closer again and chuckled.

'Yeah, I know,' he husked and trailed his fingers over your arms, to your neck, and cupped your cheeks, 'I remember. And I also remember exactly how you used to beg for my cock.'

'Yeah?' you purred, cupping his arousal.

'Yeah,' Sihtric breathed, 'and I remember exactly what it felt like to be inside that tight pussy after you begged me for it. Fuck,' he laughed softly, grinding his erection against the palm of your hand, 'yours is the best I ever had. No one compares.'

'Not even your slutty hookups?' you taunted.

'Oh, pookie,' he chuckled, 'it's still your name I moan when I cum inside someone else.'

You felt your breath hitch when Sihtric pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you while pushing his hard cock against your stomach.

'I never loved any of them,' he confessed, 'they're merely a temporary fix.'

'I know,' you whispered when your lips almost touched.

'What do you know, hm?'

'I know the way you look at them,' you said, moving your hands up his chest while Sihtric backed you up against the wall, 'and I know it's not the same way you used to look at me.'

'Hm,' Sihtric teased, grazing your ear with his lips, 'is that so?'

'Mhm,' you hummed, feeling his warm lips drag over your neck, 'there is no fire in your eyes when you look at them. No hunger, no passion,' you paused, moving your hands up his neck, into his hair, grabbing his curls firmly, 'no possessiveness,' you chuckled at his moan when you tugged his hair, 'you don't care for them.'

'You're right,' Sihtric smiled, 'I don't. I don't care about any other woman,' he pulled back and grabbed your chin again, locking eyes with you, 'and how could I, when I still jerk off to your pictures?'

'And I still finger myself to our videos,' you admitted.

'Yeah?' a sly smile appeared on his face, 'which one do you get off to?'

'The one we made in that hotel, in Spain,' you grinned, feeling his hands back on your waist.

'Yeah?' Sihtric chuckled at your cheeky reveal, 'you kept that video?'

'Of course I did. It was good,' you giggled, running your hands up his chest again as both your breathing became heavier, 'you looked so hot that holiday.'

'Hm, that was a good fuck indeed,' he sighed, and shoved his leg between yours, pushing up your skirt, 'and you looked so fucking sexy in that bikini thong. I had to ravage you before we had dinner that night.'

'And you ravaged me good,' you bit down on your lip and grinded against his thigh.

'How about we reenact that video?' Sihtric husked, his hands grabbed your ass firmly while he felt your soaked panties on his bare skin, as he enjoyed you grinding up against him.

'Will you stop seeing other women?' you asked, playfully tugging the elastic waistband of his boxers before you pulled them down.

'Will you block whoever the fuck that other guy is?'

You chuckled and pushed him slowly towards your bed, 'Are you jealous?' you asked and pushed him to sit down.

'Of course I'm jealous,' Sihtric scoffed and took off your panties, then pulled you in his lap, his twitching cock pressing hard against your core, 'no one gets to touch you but me.'

'Oh, really?' you teased, grinding your wet folds over his leaking tip.

'Yeah,' Sihtric growled softly and spanked your ass, 'I'm going to fucking mark you all over,' his fingers dug in your thighs, squeezing your warm flesh, 'I'm going to ruin you for everyone else. You're mine only.'

'Am I?' you provoked, tracing his lips with your thumb.

'You're still my wife,' he growled and flipped you over.

Sihtric got off you, turned you to lay on your stomach and spanked you again, causing you to let out a moan, which was followed by a soft giggle.

'Yeah, you like that, huh?' your husband laughed as he massaged your reddened skin, 'I'll make you remember who you belong to.'

You pushed yourself up and turned to face him. You grabbed his hair and pushed him down on the bed, then climbed on top of him.

'You want to have me but you can't handle me,' you purred.

'I can handle you, lady,' Sihtric hissed, 'it's you who can't handle me.'

You silenced him with a slap to his cheek, to which Sihtric laughed.

'Do that again,' he dared you, with a grin.

When you raised your hand to slap him again, he grabbed your wrist mid-air, and he pulled you down to him. He grabbed onto the back of your neck and crashed his lips onto yours, easily finding access inside your mouth with his tongue while you moved to sink down on his cock. A moan escaped both your lips at the feeling of each other, and it didn't take long before you were both moaning and cursing under your breath, while fucking each other like wild beasts, all while your whole family and group of friends were downstairs to celebrate your son's birthday.

Sihtric flipped you over again, taking you from behind, relentlessly, while pulling your hair and grazing your ear with his teeth.

'No one feels as good as you,' he hissed.

'F-fuck me h-harder,' you murmured, eyes nearly rolling back at the sensation of your husband fucking you after months of being deprived of each other.

And Sihtric fucked you, hard, with both love and anger, and he covered your mouth to silence you as you screamed out his name when you finished. And only seconds later he moaned your name when he finished inside you.

Sihtric joined you back on the bed, dressed in just his boxers again, after he had thrown his clothes in the dryer. During your animalistic sex session, the laundry machine had finished too, moments before you both did.

You had gotten dressed rather decently again too when Sihtric pulled you in his arms.

'Whatever happens to us,' he whispered and kissed your hair, 'know that only you have my heart. Forever, pookie.'

'And mine belongs to you,' you said softly, tracing the visible veins on his arms.

'I wish we could make things work.'

'As do I. But this… this is exactly what's wrong,' you sighed, 'we argue, we fuck, we cuddle, we love, and repeat. I just don't understand where it goes wrong. We clearly love each other but… I just don't know.'

'I…' Sihtric began hesitantly, 'I- I've done a lot of thinking the past half year. And I think I'm just terrified of getting stuck in a rut. I love our son, and I love you, I really do… but I just feel… when we're together, as a family, I just feel suffocated after a while. Like I can't escape that life, you know? There was never a moment for me to just… take a step back, have some alone time. And that scared me, and then I became agitated and confused. And… I felt guilt and hatred towards myself, cursing myself because I needed time away from my family, thinking I'm just a bad… father.'

'But why did you never tell me this?' you asked, 'taking some time for yourself is normal, Sihtric. It doesn't make you a bad father, we all need our space. You should've just told me instead of… picking fights with me.'

'I know,' he sighed, 'I was just afraid you'd think I didn't want to be together, or that I wasn't really ready to be a dad…'

'If anything, you are a good father. I always knew you were ready for that.'

'Yeah, a good father maybe,' he shrugged, 'but what about a good husband? I want to be a good husband too.'

'Then stay,' you whispered and cupped his cheeks, suddenly feeling desperate for him, 'stay with us.'

'I want to,' Sihtric whispered against your lips, 'there's nothing I want more than for us all to be together.'

Sihtric captured your lips in a soft kiss, and you were startled again by someone clearing their throat. You both looked up and found Finan leaning against the doorpost.

'While you two were busy,' Finan said, angrily, 'your son was crying because he was promised a juice pack by his dad!'

'I spilled it,' Sihtric said, '... by accident.'

'You spilled juice from a kid's juice pack, that's designed to not… spill?' 

'Yes,' Sihtric said, irritated, 'my clothes are in the dryer now.'

'Aye, okay. Seems like daddy spilled his own juice too,' Finan sneered and walked away.

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[submissivewelshranger]

Fake spam-bot dommes have really irked me today. If you recognise yourself in the following rant then please accept that you are an unwelcome parasite!

I, like countless others, are bombarded by dozens of unsolicited DMs spamming our inboxes from accounts claiming to be “experienced and well trained” mistresses. Most will have reposts that we will have previously “liked” but no original posts. Others will have maybe a single post if lucky.

The vast majority will have empty bios or a simple “your mistress”.

99% will send a greeting along these lines: “Hey sissy, Hi slut or Hello slave”.

First and foremost YOU DON’T KNOW US! What on this Goddess—given Earth makes you assume you can speak to a complete stranger in this way? You have to EARN the right to address us in this way.

Yes we may be submissive, I know some REAL DOMMES who have also been approached in this manner. Show some RESPECT FFS!

Secondly, we’re not all looking for an owner. I even have it clearly stated in my bio! I know I’m not the only one who does this.

Speaking of bios, READ THEM YOU MORONS! Asking for name, age and location WHEN IT’S CLEARLY STATED AT THE TOP OF THE BIO shows a complete lack of respect for the account you’re attempting to contact!

On a similar vein, castigating our bios when yours are empty just screams BOT or AI account.

We are REAL PEOPLE who want to chat with other PEOPLE with similar interests. If I want to get intimate with a Bot then I will stick my dick in a blender: it would certainly be a more pleasant experience!

Finally you are giving real Masters and Mistresses a bad name. It’s a very rare occasion for a genuine Domme to message us out of the blue; I’m still waiting to be contacted by Mistress Alice in Bondageland, Mistress Natalie Mars or ideally the Goddess, London Andrews offering to collar me. Those three Ladies would definitely give me the perfect reason to submit willingly, heart, body and soul!

In the meantime I am happy to chat with anyone- PROVIDING YOU HAVE THE DECENCY to actually take the time to find out about us from our blogs.

Here’s the Bot test; I’m now 53 and live in the heartland of Eryri, North Wales’ beautiful mountainous area where we still speak our native language. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Thank you for your patience.

[yolowritter]

Hello there everyone, and welcome back to part 2 of this Au! So, I'll put forth a quick recap from last time and let everyone know what's happening in the rest of the story, yeah? Cool, now let's move right along!

Disclaimer: I’ve been gone from Tumblr for a while now, due to myriad of technical issues + prioritizing AO3 and IRL work. It’s a long story, but not to worry, I am now back and will actually remember to post frequently. Anyway, on with the AU!

As a reminder: The premise here is that Lila's grandmother (from the embassy mom's family, since until they explain this 27 mothers thing Lila has going on I am going to ignore it) once lived in Paris in the 1940s, and befriended Fu and Marianne as they were hiding the Miraculous away. Long story short, during that scene in S5 where they're escaping, Grandma Rossi gets the Fox Miraculous and helps them do so, eventually returning to Italy before Fu has deemed it safe enough to return for it. Many years later, she ends up revealing Trixx to Lila and passes the Fox onto her when her granddaughter says she's going to Paris, and tells her to be very, *very* careful with it. Lila immediately proceeds to nearly out herself with the Volpina incident. But don't worry, it's fine, she manages to get out of that situation without too much trouble. Now she's offered to be Adrien's friend, and so has Marinette. In the meantime, she's also waiting for a good oppurtunity to transform again, and try to convince Ladybug and Chat Noir that she is not a supervillain. For details, check the previous post.

Anyway, onto the rest of the show! Things stay the same for a few episodes, or...almost. Because Lila is friends with Adrien now, and by proxy Marinette who is putting her crush aside to make sure Lila isn't getting him in any trouble by also being Adrien's friend, our beloved...anti-heroine? Yeah, sure, why not? Our beloved anti-heroine happens to also get to know Alya and Nino failrly well, discreetly using Alya to get info on Ladybug and Chat Noir under the guise of helping with her blog, and Nino just for the playlists. Listen, Lila's taste in music ain't the most varied, so if there's good tunes in Nino's lists, she wants to have them too. Anyway, her friendship with the group develops more and more as she basically tries to be on her best behavior. Now...like I said last time, Lila isn't exactly the most moral person, or has any problems about absolutely (verbally) clobbering someone (meaning Chloe, most of the time) who is annoying her. And since Paris' Perfect Princess™ also happens to be a bully and screams at the same amount of decibels as a banshee before *anyone* has had their morning coffee, Lila joins up with Marinette and Alya to make sure nobody puts up with Chloe's BS.

As a consequence of this, she develops genuine friendships. I know, how horrible! But Lila isn't quite sure *how* friendship works, aside from her just holding back her snarky comments and being generally nice to the girls. So...as Marinette slowly begins to trust her more since Lila seems to just...not be going after her crush, our anti-heroine is left grappling with what exactly it means to even have friends in the first place, and if her bonds with the gang are even real considering she's mostly pretending when around them. This all comes to a head when Alya invites Marinette and Alya for a sleepover at her house...and cue the Sapotis episode to screw up everyone's night. Low and behold, there's no Rena Rouge to help LB and CN out, and since Alya ran off looking for her sisters, and Marinette is "missing" (AKA Ladybug atm), Lila finds herself alone at the house. Now, logically, she should wait this out until the heroes deal with the Akuma, since it's none of her business. Then again...there's *something* nagging her in the back of her head, a kind of itch that just makes her want to go out there do something instead of being stuck inside waiting. Could it possibly be that she's grown to care for Alya and doesn't want to see her upset? ...nah, probably the boredom! On she goes to transform and jump out the window!

Oddly enough, she notices her costume has changed a little bit since the last time. It's still very much Volpina, but this time she looks a bit more like a real fox. Slightly fluffy, swishing tail, tiny bits of fur on her ears and the ability to flick them at will (yes I will be using this to show her emotions, since I find it adorable when Chat does it), and her fangs are a bit more pronounced. Does this reflect Lila's feral nature as a total chaos gremlin? Absolutely it does! Trust me, she's a troll and it gets so much better! Anyway off she goes jumping around rooftops trying to find Alya, until eventually she comes across Ladybug, who is just kinda jumping around seemingly for no reason (She's trying to get to Fu's place without being seen by the Sapotis). Naturally, Lila jumps ahead of her and peeks her head out from behind a chimney. Ladybug yelps so hard that she physically staggers back, and Volpina finds this incredibly funny. So do I Lila, so do I... After a short moment of Marinette doing a double take, she kinda looks at Volpina with confusion. It goes something like this:

Ladybug: "Wait...Lila?" she asks, confusion evident on her face.

Volpina: "Nope, name's Cerise!" she quickly corrects her, a wide grin on her face. "I- wait, I wasn't supposed to say that! Uh...sorry!" the fox heroine yelps back, pinching the bridge of her nose. "The name's Volpina! The real one this time, promise!" she sing-songs with a tiny bow.

Ladybug: "You're the real Fox Holder?" Ladybug raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

Volpina: "Yeah, Trixx absolutely adores me! So, how can I help ya miss Bug?" she asks, a chaste grin etching itself on her face. She seems almost feral, and Marinette decides to look her over.

Ladybug: Her lucky charm flashes over Volpina's form, and Ladybug examines her. It...looks like Lila's Akumatization, but also not? Her hair is a tad more orange, almost like there's faded highlights at the end of her bangs, and Volpina looks more *real*, like an actual fox rather than just a girl in a costume. "Uh...any chance you'll help us with the Akuma?" she asks again as the girl keeps flashing red in her vision, indicating she's the solution to her lucky charm.

Volpina: Volpina *grins*, flicking her tail at Ladybug. "Oh, I'll be happy to! Lead the way!" she chuckles playfully, almost like she's having fun with all this. Still Marinette jumps ahead of her, leading Lila back into the fray.

Cue the Sapotis-Land illusion and the Akuma's defeat, and Volpina hiding away the moment the fight is done so Ladybug and Chat Noir can't ask her any questions. Lila makes it back to Alya's place just in time, and jumps through the window, flopping on the couch just as the other girls also come back. She naturally makes herself look like she's been lounging around, and Marinette doesn't suspect her.

Worth mentioning that Lila was just pretending beforehand, and that Cerise is gonna be her supposed "real name" as Volpina, to throw off suspicion from her being Lila. Since Cerise doesn't actually exist in this AU (just like Lila's other 200.000 identities), it'll just be a cameo. From that day on, Lila joins Akuma fights every now and again, slowly growing into the Ladynoir banter and proving herself as an ally of sorts, while still blue skidoo-ing away before they can ask her questions. Look, she's in the *process* of crafting a new identity, this stuff ain't easy! After a couple weeks, she ends up eavesdropping on LB and CN while they're having that convo in Glaciator, where she tells him that she's got plans and whatnot. Ladybug leaves like normal, but Lila smells a wee bit off stupidity in the air, and decides to teach our dear furry a few things about how scheduling works. Low and behold, Lila actually ends up giving really good advice to Chat Noir even while actively trolling! Isn’t she miraculous? Anyway, I’ll need to go into waaaaaaay more detail about this in the next part of this AU, but I will save the specifics for part 3!

I’ll see you all soon, but until then, Stay Miraculous!

[picklebunbun]

can you write needle trying to comfort reader (fem) about being lonely and she gives love advise

—— ミ✩ needle x fem! reader

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either way

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• fem reader, she/her pronouns, feminine terms

• genre: angst and fluff

• mentions romance, but you can read it as platonic

summary: needle finds [name] crying and comforts her, [name] needs love advice

[angel’s note 👼🪽: ok so I’ll try to get through this quickly, my friend @lunnarsky requested this and did that at gun point so in order for me to not die I'm doing this story, she recommended the song btw, also didn't know if this should be human au but y'know think whatever you want]

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3rd person POV:

It was a nice day out, it was also the "once in a while" breaktime in the competition. Needle was walking around the foresty-plains that, at least for now, was her home. Honestly, she was getting bored just walking around, she'll just talk to pin or coiny for the meantime I guess, Needle was about to turn around before she heard crying, the person seemed to try and shut themselves up so no one would hear, but Needle ended up hearing it anyways. She inched her way towards the source of the noise, careful not to make a sound.

Once she got close enough, she could see the apparition of the weeping competitor. It was [name], Needle gasped, gaining [name's] attention

"n-needle..?"

"[name]?! Why are you crying..?"

[name] wiped away her tears, she calmed her sobbing to just a few sniffles, leaving her voice nasally and quiet

"it's... it's nothing.. I'm fine.."

"don't try to hide it, I already know you were crying, but why?"

"it-it's stupid, you'll think so anyways"

Needle kneeled down next to [name's] body, she wasn't sure what to really do with her hands, but ultimately, she chose rubbing [name's] back. She wasn't used to comforting people, she knew who she hated, which was quite a lot of people, and barely comforted anyone. In Needle's life, she mostly stuck by people who consoled anyone, like leafy, the person either did it for personal gain for their reputation or they were genuinely kind. Although, [name] was someone that Needle liked.

"aw, c'mon, don't be like that! Even if it is then that doesn't mean I'll leave you here crying"

"uhm.. err...fine, it's just.. someone I like never pays attention to me.. and I've just been alone for a bit, it's just hard not having anyone and you're just left here soaking in your own sadness.."

It was a bit hard to believe someone like [name] couldn't find someone, she was actually pretty cool and seemed to get along with most of the folk here. What [name] said actually struck a chord with Needle, it felt almost identical to what Needle felt, and the fact that [name] thinks so lowly of herself made Needle feel bad for her, and kind of angry that she could say that to herself. This wasn't about her though, it was about the poor girl infront of her, comforting her, making her feel safe, and maybe give her something to drink after this because she was genuinely worried.

"emm.. well.. who's this 'lucky someone' you like?"

[name] giggled ever so softly

"I can't tell you that.. it's so embarrassing.. I haven't told anyone that I have a crush yet, they might make a big deal out of it"

"hmm..? So why'd you tell me?"

"I don't know.. Maybe it's cause you feel safe to be around, you're not that loud so maybe I'm drawn to you more.."

Well, [name] sure knew how to make someone blush. It wasn't like Needle had a crush on her or was in love [well, that's mostly up to you], but hearing compliments about her spew out of her mouth, Needle couldn't help but turn red. She cleared her throat while trying to keep her composure as calm as possible, but on the inside she was screaming. She hasn't gotten such a flattering remark like that before, but she'd be lying if that didn't just boost up her confidence like a firework.

"ah..well, th-thanks.. err.... what about you though? Anyone would be lucky to be with you!"

"I'm.. not so sure.."

Needle bit her bottom lip, not really sure what to do. She wanted to be honest but really wasn't sure if [name] wanted advice in the first place, she basically waltzed to her and found her like this anyways. Though, Needle needed to connect with [name] and that meant that Needle needed to be sincere with her.

"mm... [name]? Can I be honest with you?

Something dropped in [name's] stomach, she thought something dreadful was going to come out of Needle's mouth, but she couldn't simply say no, it would be too awkward. Her mind was interrupted when a hand was removed from her back and her friend's body got more closer. As Needle spoke, [name] listen to every piece of her speech, it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be.

“[name], you’re actually a sweet girl, I’m not sure you should be stressing out over this. Even if you end up with no one, you still have friends to support you, you’re not completely alone. You still have me too..! This person will like you! I’m sure of it!”

[Name] looked at her dead in the eyes, she was about to cry again, not because Needle somehow made her upset but because it’s nice to be reminded that you’re important. Needle got nervous, did I say something wrong?, she felt terrible, Needle thought that she was doing a good job! Thoughts started pooling in her mind, she thought she was going to pee from panic and freight, until she felt a hug embrace her.

“thank you, Needle, t-that means a lot.. thank you..”

Needle stayed motionless for a moment before ultimately wrapping her arms around [name]

“you’re welcome, [name]”

[zenuloo]

Don’t worry if it’s too confusing of a request ahaaa but could you maybe write about the reader stuck being a messenger of death but only being able to break out of it by the pure want to live for themselves?

this went sort-of down a dark path so here's a warning for that!

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What would you expect from life when you live it for someone else? Unanswered questions are the rein of my very own existence, nothing to compare it to but the shadows of my own thoughts. A chance to live through my own mind doesn’t collaborate with the abilities I own. But why me? Why is it that before any silent scream for help, inevitable fall to hell or a misfortunate ending, it's me that has the opportunity, the responsibility to break their fall. It's a heavy burden on my shoulders, an ache I just can't shake off, but at the most recent times, I find myself wondering all kinds of selfless things. I even pity some of the lives I save, for if I was in their shoes, in their minds; would I really want saving?

Each day, I'd scurry out my door as the clock on my bedroom wall slows to a stop, the small but heavy reminder of my role of existence, a reminder that someone out there - by chance or deliberation - is only heartbeats from a sudden and impending doom. And in the meantime, time for me remains a still canvas of unspoken ultimatum, a mandatory pact I was disinclined  to sign to a nameless being. But still, I’d do what I had to, the threat of my own time wasting away as I played heroics behind a wall of impossibility, in the shadows away from anyone to reach. Attention was never my strongest suit, but credit always seemed an unreachable grasp away, a feat that was painfully tempting in my standing circumstances.

But now, it's been 10 years since the clock ticked at all.

My brain is numb with unknown fear, yet the route of it is an unmerciful mystery, a concoction of lies I tell myself to keep my sanity. Forever I'm encumbered by the absence of time, a deprivation from my own life. There is no night, there is no day, but I find myself to be the only being to not need time to live, only finding it as a luxury I was blessed with before. An emptiness that can only be filled with feeling, remains a void. But as I tilt my head back to scan my eyes along the motionless sky, I let a whisper escape; a small parting of my lips adjusting with every word I breathed. 

‘I just want to live.’

I didn’t believe it at first, I didn't want to, but as I saw the birds gain wind beneath their wings before continuing flight along the horizon, I unfroze myself along with the rest of the world. Realisation nothing but a blur, focusing with every second that a stranger walked by. It was me. It had always been me. The last inevitable soul that I had the burden to save, was my own. The responsibility of fixing lives all led back to one, my own. And as I realised the assemblance of myself, I knew my existence emerged for not only other lives, but for my own too. A foreign feeling of security that I didn't even know I lacked in the first place took hold of me. As for the first time in 10 suffocating years; i smiled.

My home never acted as a pit of destruction till the day I allowed my mind to control my own will. Unwanted fear would devour the work I'd already made, cracking through pages of life, days of unformatted resurrection till it reached the source of my soul as a beginning. But days like this never gave me a chance to follow through, to protect myself from dangers I never imagined coming. So when I heard the clock strike midnight beneath the mist of the pending clock hand, twilight folded into a dream I struggled to remember.

Experiencing the year fall by felt alien, although standard for everyone else. I'd stand there in mesmerisation of the mortality of it all, living my life as its own again. My mother and my father are only standing in my memories, a distant figure before distraught and failure. But I feel a sense of hope that I'd never grasped before; the hope that I can move forward again.

I don't know what it was about my parents' final night that threw me over more, the lack of comfort in goodbye or the guilt of not being present as they crawled to their depths. Though their end somehow led me to my beginning, even if it took me 10 years to follow. 

Dwelling on my past took me time to get used to, so much so that I didn't feel the wisp of wind as it brushed my shoulder, rendering my spine as a chill from the twilight. A man: uniform clad with desperation to belong to an unsuited role. Looking me up and down, reflection of weakness flooding his eyes as he told me to move. He didn't even try to hide it. I despised the open vulnerability he wore like pride beneath his brow, dignity served as nothing but the absence of shame. Yet, somehow he reminded me of myself, and I loathed the thought my mind had created, stepping back. 

‘Hello?’ His eyes searched mine in strife of reading me, as if he were a spotlight in a midnight galaxy.

[grav1d]

I'd like a long, slow burn coming up to the night I roughly, loudly pound a baby into you. Teasing you for weeks about how huge you're going to get, pondering aloud if you'll conceive twins.

Finally, the night arrives. It just so happens that we're out with friends. We go to a local pizzeria and tap room. We trade knowing smiles back and forth all night, everyone around us not knowing that we're trying for a baby tonight. It's been our shared dream to have a huge family, and you gleefully agreed to my demands that you get pregnant for me every year. We had our fill of pizza, and you got a bit tipsy off of local brews. I love it, though, because you get handsy and horny and wet so easily.

Unfortunately, I still had to drive. I would have loved to have my hands all over you, too. When we left the party, you were already trying to grab at my thick cock straining against my jeans.

It was a long way down those winding country roads back to our house. In the meantime, you unzipped me and gave me the best road head I'd ever had. I loved feeling your warm, soft lips and your wet tongue on the thriving head if my shaft. The feeling if your warm, wet drool dripping down my length, feeling you struggle to fit your lips around my girth. Hearing you slurp and gag as you challenged yourself to take it all down your throat.

I almost wanted to pull over right there and either make you let me bust in your mouth, or drag you into the back seats and ream you out on the side of the road.

You whined when you had to pull off of me. I even almost crashed the car into the back wall of the garage I was so eager to get you to the bedroom. Alas, we never made it that far. With my cock still free and your panties left on the floor of the car, I immediately pinned you up against the door joining the kitchen to the garage the moment it closed. You gave a surprised but pleased yelp when I seized you and soun you around.

You obediently bent over just so, knowing your place and what's about to happen. All at once, I plunged my whole throbbing length into you with a wet, slick clap our your ass against my hips. You whales your pleasure into the rest of the dark house as I pulled almost all the way out, before slamming hard into you again. I felt myself bottoming out against your cervix. My fingers swiftly found your swollen clit, and delicately danced sound and rubbed it. My other hand still held fast to your wide hips, guiding you when you threw your big ass back against me.

It didn't take long for my breathing to become ragged, my grunts to get loud and guttural, and for me to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. "I'm gonna pound my big, fat babies into you tonight. Take my seed, Gloria. Get big n' pregnant for me. Show me you can be my good little breeding whore." I demand as I yank back on your hair and start pounding you harder and faster. "Take it. Take it! Give me a horde of big, strong sons!" You could do little more than mewl and howl before finally answering me as I'm about to cum in you. "Give it all to me! Make me huge! I want to bursting at the seams! Please, Arthur, baby! Please!" You screamed out an orgasm as I erupted inside you, pushing you hard into the door and pinning you there with my weight as I empty into your womb.

We shakily, sporadically twitch and move against each other as we came down from our high. I held you close in my arms, and you wrapped your arms around mine while I held you up. I kiss and nibble along your ear and your neck, murmuring my deep love and desire for you. Telling you how I could hardly wait to be a father, and I don't want anyone else to be the mother of our children. That you'd be so perfect for it, so sweet and kind and gentle. That you're an awesome wife who's so sexy. Your turn your head and smile brightly, warmly, your hand softly cupping my cheek. Eventually, I pull out and you moan at the emptiness.

"Come, my love. Let's get you pregnant somewhere more comfortable." I suggest, and you happily agree with a giggle and a smile. "Let's. I want to see how many times we can cum before we're too sore to move." There's a gleam in my eye, then. Challenge accepted. Let's make a baby, and have fun doing it.

That's how I'd knock you up.

👀👀👀

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Introspection (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

all of these small things (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: It’s Dan’s first day back from his American tour, and Phil can’t believe how much he’s missed him.

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

fallow & blossom (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: He’s half-drunk and laughing in the hotel room with these people that he loves and knows that this, this is living.

flicking through the pages (i’ve written in my memory) (ao3) - happy_endings15

Summary: Dan and Phil return to Manchester for a nostalgia-filled day before heading off on their world tour.

game plan (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: In another universe, Dan posted “the June video” in 2018 as originally planned, right in the middle of the Interactive Introverts tour. But how would he and Phil have handled the gaming channel?

give back (everything the darkness stole) (ao3) - i_am_my_opheliac

Summary: You’re both so glad that you waited, glad that you let the storm have its moment, waited it out in the shelter of your own home, in between safe walls that you erected together.

he kept tulips in the kitchen (ao3) - gremlinhours

Summary: dan doesn’t know if he’ll ever be enough for anyone, but in the meantime, he tends to his garden, unminding of the world.

phil works at his favourite flowershop.

In Starbucks (with you) (ao3) - apoetacriminal

Summary: Things are just beginnig for them, but they’re also coming to an end. An afternoon in Manchester, a coffee shop sofa, and some memories.

invincible (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: the first day after is like a breath of fresh air

Little Black Box (ao3) - hygge

Summary: While packing up their apartment before they move into their new home, Dan finds something hiding in Phil's suitcase that makes him question what he wants out of their relationship.

Other (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Phil’s journey of being gay except it’s completely made up by me

Pathological people pleaser (who only wanted you to see him) (ao3) - ThoughtfulMess

Summary: Over a decade since the infamous vday video. What does Dan feel about it, and their relationship now? It could never be the same, he knows.

Dan’s response, all these years later.

Santa Buddy (ao3) - philsbignaturals

Summary: In which the boys host joint family Christmas in their forever home

Together Again (ao3) - LivingVicarioslyThroughDaydreams

Summary: This is Dan’s moment, and Phil is more than happy to let him have this time. So when Dan calls every night, gushing with energy and excitement, Phil doesn’t tell him how he wants to be with him, how he misses him so much. He only smiles and laughs along and tells Dan how proud of him he is.

But now Dan is coming home, back to him. He almost feels selfish with how excited he is. Today though, he’ll allow it. Dan has had his time to find himself, but today: today will be just for them. Together again.

(Phil's perspective on missing Dan and being reunited with him)

We balance each other out on the seesaw of life (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil had dragged Dan to Isle of Man after his return home from tour. The sea air would do him good (even if it gave him hobbit hair) and he could be surrounded by Phil's family (who were his family too). He hadn’t actively planned to drag him onto a seesaw on a playground but it turned out to be a precious moment all the same.

(we were in) screaming color (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil thinks he could be jealous. He turns the idea over in his mind, weighing it. He could be more jealous, angry for Dan’s lack of attention.

when you see the sun, i see the moon (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan has a show. Phil goes to an art fair. Life goes on.

you can see it with the lights out (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Somehow it’s taken Dan until he got to Japan, but here it’s caught up with him, hit him like a freight train. Phil keeps laughing at him, showing him pictures on his phone of Dan’s face softened by it, posture loosened by it.

[laputaindefrenchgirl]

MY GOD, IT'S A LOT.

I should write up a billboard that says, "go on, break my heart, and i will make you eternal".

That's the power of being an artist. And gods, I remember everything. The color of the nail polish she was wearing that night. The specific nuance of red my blood was. The way I screamed into some empty road. I remember, so I write. So I paint.

All these feelings coming and leaving out of my ribcage in such a frenzy for small body like mine, it's insanity. Yet, I have never been more sane. More centered. I am plunging into my power with a calm and collected attitude, it feels like finally realizing I have been sitting on a golden throne for all this time.

"This is not personal" really became a thing. Not a sentence you throw in disillusionment instead of facing your own sorrow. It's real. If she hurts me, she's the one hurting herself. I just happened to be there. And no, I don't give in.

I think about all these people I trusted once upon a time, how sometimes it breaks my heart to never speak to them, to never laugh along them, to never ever ever see them smile again. I used to think that I was too much, that nobody could love me truly, for what my destiny was too shiny and oh, so lonely.

This journey is not the one I could have expected, even I can see myself at six years old, stating proudly like the little shit that I was, "I will change the world, one day." I cherish that part of me. She's the one that is the purest, the truest, the most precious of all. So yes, people are what I seek, I can nurture them beyond repairs, to my greatest despair (the rhythm, goddamnit), and yet I need them for what I must seek within. Not to be loved, but maybe, selfishly, a small voice urges me, "if you understand them, they will understand you?", ah, foolish spirit of mine.

To be able to connect with others is what feed my soul to an height which is difficult to measure. I love people, they mostly love me. Even if the most immediate reactions are admiration or jealousy, which I cannot comprehend to be honest. I am idiotic that way. What you feel about me is not mine to judge, but I have my own feelings as well. Protecting my feelings were often lead me as picturing myself as a bitch, but what can I say. Recently, I've been told that I judge myself too harshly. Do I? I don't know. As much as I love any of you, I won't let anyone stabs me for free. There's a sort of toxic romanticizing of love that I can lean on to some extent, which is ultimately, if I love you in a passionate way, I will give you my heart and you can crush it, whatever, because I choose you above anything else. A stupid and intense part of me, agrees. Though that, in the meantime of finding that person of giving myself to, I protect my feelings. I won't shrink myself because you don't know what the fuck you want or simply, you don't know who you are.

I know my sins, and they not require any justifications to anyone but myself. I'm tough. I'm soft. This is why I am that demanding towards myself. It doesn't change the fact that, if I see you hurting with your heart of gold, I will let you know that you deserve the world, you know. It doesn't change that, truly. I'm seeing you. You're beautiful.

"go on, break my heart, and i will make you eternal." it's that plain silly. I'm not sure that any of you breaking my heart actually deserve that attention. But this is my way of healing. This is my way of burning bridges. Lately, someone told me that we were over. In my heart of heart, all I felt for her was love. I couldn't wrap my head around that fact. "Have I come that far? Did I become that great?" Because feelings are feelings. They can't lie, I mean I guess they can, but I own the right to be stupid on this one. I feel blessed, I feel grateful. I sound like a lunatic from a cult, I know. But guess what? I'm the cult leader now.

-Audrey

[bleachanimefan1]

Dragon Ball Legends Part 29

A Suicide Mission,

Krillin helped Gohan sit up and Gohan looked at Kami and Mr. Popo, surprised to see that they were freed from their glass prisons. Then he looked at Piccolo. "Mr. Popo? Kami? Piccolo? I thought that you were..." Gohan murmured weakly.

"The black water mist had no effect on me at all." Piccolo spoke. Krillin nodded, smiling.

"Yep. We fooled you. Piccolo was one of the good guys all along. Ocarin told me of his plan after she pretended to bite me. I guess it's true what they say you can't trust anyone anymore." He explained.

"Krillin, you, Ocarin and Piccolo are really good actors. I didn't suspect a thing. You guys were acting, weren't you?" Gohan sneered at Piccolo, who kept his eyes on Garlic, who was still snarling at him on the floor.

"It was the only way for me to able to get closer to Garlic Jr. and release Kami and Popo safely." Piccolo said.

"And thank you for saving me, Piccolo. I am truly grateful." Kami spoke.

"I didn't save you because I wanted to, Kami." Piccolo answered, not looking at him. "The only reason I did it was because you were captured, I can't fight at my full power."

"Yes, of course you did." Kami frowned.

"Kami, get the sacred water and go!" Ocarin quickly told him.

"We'll take care of them!" Krillin shouted as well. 

"Yes!" Kami quickly grabbed the white vial that was sitting on a stand, near the throne.

"Garlic Jr., your plan is going to fail! I'm going to send you back to the dark world that you came from! Are you ready?" Piccolo shouted.

"It's not easy taking over the universe. But its days like this that make it all worthwhile!" Garlic Jr. chuckled, darkly. Ocarin blinked staring at him, warily. Piccolo noticed, wondering what the blue alien meant, as well.

"I don't like this." Piccolo thought to himself.

"Yeah, something's up." Nail told him in his mind. Then Garlic Jr. began to cackle, evilly.

"Don't you fools realize that it's too late to use the sacred water!?"

"What?!" Kami exclaimed. Garlic Jr. smirked.

"It will be dawn long before you can spread the sacred water over the planet and by then it will be too late! By that time every living thing on Earth will have succumbed to the effects of the black water mist. They will all belong to me! So, no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to defeat me!" Garlic Jr. laughed. "You are about to witness the birth of a new world of darkness and evil! And I will be the ruler of this beautiful new world!"

Kami growled, clutching the bottle in his hand tightly. 

Underneath the Lookout, on Earth all of the inhabitants were running wild, causing chaos and destruction to everything in their path. Even attacking people who were lucky enough to avoid the mist. In a forest, a little girl quickly ran as several people and dogs chased after her. As she ran, the girl tripped on a tree branch, twisting her ankle. The girl screamed when she saw one of the dogs pounce at her. Suddenly, a bright light fired in between them blinding everyone. The girl felt someone grab her hand, pulling her up.

"We need to go!" She heard a voice shout. She blinked her eyes adjusting them a bit to see what was pulling her and saw an alien, a boy with green skin and pointed ears wearing a yellow vest over purple robes and a purple sash.

"I can't walk." The girl winced holding her ankle. He quickly pulled her onto his back and piggy backed her as they ran while the attackers were still caught off guard by the blast. Seeing that they were no longer being followed, the boy pulled back some branches and walked into a cavern. He sat the girl down and glanced back at the entrance, listening, to see if they weren't followed.

"We'll be safe here in the meantime." He spoke.

"Ow, my ankle hurts." The girl whined, tearing up a little. 

"Here, I can help." The girl's eyes widen when she saw the strange boy make a strange light come out of his hands as he placed them over her ankle. Even more shocked to feel the pain, disappeared. The boy pulled his hands back.

"What sort of magic trick is that?" She asked him.

"It's not magic. I just some of my energy to heal you." He told her. She stared at him confused before shaking her head.

"What's happening to everyone!? My friends and my dad they're all acting strange!" She shouted.

"Quiet. They'll hear you. It's that mist. It's done something to them." He told her.

"What are we going to do?" 

"I know of someone who might be able to help. Her name is Ocarin. Her and her friends are probably figuring out on how to stop this as we speak." He spoke.

"Who are you?" the girl asked him.

"My name is Necke and you?" Necke asked her.

"Ramu." She spoke.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked her, seeing that she was looking at him with a strange look in her eyes.

"Are you related to the Demon king?" Ramu questioned. Necke blinked at her confused and shook his head.

"No. Who is he?" He asked her.

"My father told me stories about him. He had green skin like yours, in fact he looked a lot like you. He tried to take over the world before I was born." She told him.

"Well, I'm not him. You have nothing to worry about." He replied.

"With them all under my control, Earth will become the most feared planet in the universe! Ever few seconds that ticks by brings me closer to realizing my dream!" Garlic Jr. laughed. Piccolo growled, glaring at Garlic Jr. 

"Piccolo?" Ocarin spoke, concerned as well. What are they going to do? They don't have much time left before the mist's effects becomes permant on everyone on Earth!

"We might still have chance!" the genie shouted. Kami turned to him.

"Mr. Popo?"

"There is a way. We can spread the sacred water everywhere quickly." He quickly told Kami.

"Tell me!"

"If you take the sacred water down there. It will take you to the seven air currents of the world." Mr. Popo explained and pointed to a round vent big enough to fit through.

"Are you certain, Mr. Popo?" Kami questioned. He nodded to the guardian.

"Yes, Kami. The air currents flow just below your Lookout. It's the best way for you to spread the sacred water."

"Then let's go!" Ocarin walked over to them.

"I'm going to come as well." She told them. But Mr. Popo held up his hand, stopping her.

"I'm afraid you cannot." He told her. Ocarin stared at him, confused.

"What? Why not?" 

"Only the guardian of Earth is allowed to enter but I'm afraid it's even dangerous for you as well Kami." Mr. Popo told them.

"Why is that?" Kami questioned him.

"It's located where the spirits of the former guardians go for the eternal rest. You must really think about this Kami. There is a risk that your spirit will be trapped there, and you might not come back. You could die!" Mr. Popo insisted, hoping that the guardian would change his mind about the plan.

"I understand." Kami sighed. 

"Kami..." Mr. Popo said, worried.

"If this is the last chance that we have then there's no time to waste. Let's go, Mr. Popo! We must get the sacred water to the people of Earth before it's too late!" Kami insisted.

"Be careful, you two." Ocarin told them. Kami and Mr. Popo nodded.

"Of course."

"You're not going anywhere!" Garlic Jr. shouted. Then two of Garlic's henchmen, now concious, jumped down landing beside him. The two began to fight with Gohan and Krillin while Garlic Jr. began to clash with Piccolo and Ocarin. Piccolo dodged a blast that Garlic fired and punched him back.

"You can do better than that!" 

"Piccolo!" Kami shouted at to him in worry.

"Kami, Mr. Popo, get out of here now!" Ocarin shouted at them. Mr. Popo quickly summonded a magic carpet and the genie and the guardian hopped on it.

"Come on, we must hurry!"

Kami and Mr. Popo quickly flew off while Piccolo, Gohan, Krillin and Ocarin fought against Garlic Jr. and his two henchmen.

"Over here, you twerp!" Piccolo shouted at Garlic. He knocked Garlic back and Ocarin kicked the alien slamming him into the wall and he fell onto the floor. "Give up. You can't win." Gohan and Krillin had managed to finish off Garlic's two henchmen. Garlic Jr. growled baring his fangs at the Piccolo and Ocarin before it turned into a twisted smirk.

"So Piccolo aren't you worried about Kami? I'd be worried if my mind and body was linked to that decrepit old fool. It'd be such a tragedy if something happened to him. You'd certainly would have a tough time surviving without him. And with Kami gone I bet you wouldn't talk so tough." He laughed.

"If I were a coward like you, your words might scare me. But I'm not." Piccolo said. "You want to see what real strength is then I'll show you!"

Piccolo and Ocarin continued to throw kicks and punches at Garlic Jr. throwing him around and Garlic was slammed to the floor. Piccolo and Ocarin landed in front of him, seeing the alien starting to get back up again.

"It's over Garlic Jr." Piccolo said. Then the two saw the alien started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Ocarin demanded.

"I want to show you two something." He pointed upwards and Piccolo and Ocarin both looked up to see a small red star in the sky above them. "My source of power! Behold the Makyo Star! My home. Its warm and glow revives me with incredible strength! And after 12000 years it's been making its way to Earth. You can feel it. Now that the Makyo Star has finally arrived, I will become ten times more powerful than I have ever been before! There's nothing that you can do to stop me from taking this planet for my own!"

"You talk too much." Ocarin spoke before she stopped when she saw Garlic Jr. started to twitch a little. Then his body began to shift, getting larger and bulkier with muscles. Piccolo watched in shock as well. "W-What?"

"He's changing...Krillin, Gohan, Ocarin! Get out of here!" Piccolo shouted. Gohan and Krillin quickly left heading up to the topside of the Lookout. Piccolo saw that Ocarin still haven't moved. "I'm not going to ask again! Get out of here now!'

"Then come on!" Ocarin quickly grabbed his hand and the two quickly flew up while trying to dodge the falling debris above them.

"Watch out!" Piccolo quickly pushed Ocarin out of the way from a falling piece of rubble. The two made it to the top of the Lookout, along with Gohan and Krillin as they crawled out of the pile of debris. Piccolo turned to Ocarin, seeing her hold her head, bleeding a little. "You okay?" 

"Just a little banged up. I'm fine." Ocarin replied. Then the group saw Garlic Jr. standing above them as he had made it out of the pile as well. He smirked malicioiusly down at them.

"Piccolo..." Gohan whispered.

"Go leave this place!" Piccolo shouted at everyone.

"The last time we've fought you got lucky kid. But now you're about to find out how powerful we really are." Garlic Jr. chuckled darkly at Gohan.

"We?" Ocarin questioned. Two of Garlic's henchmen that Gohan and Krillin had finished off were right by the alien's side, completely healed of their injuries and now even more stronger.

Deep underneth of the Lookout, Kami and Mr. Popo quickly flew on the carpet as the genie took them to their destination, stopping at a large door. The two hopped off the carpet.

"This is it Mr. Popo. Let's do it." Kami spoke. Mr. Popo opened the door and they were pushed open and the two slowly walked into the room. It was completely baren and filled with a strange green mist.

"We need to find that vent and spread the mist quickly!" Kami spoke. Just as the guardina took another step a blast of lightening fired directily at him, knocking Kami back.

"Kami!" Mr. Popo cried out, quickly running over to him. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them a few feet away, staring down at Kami.

"I'm not sure what that spirit did, Mr. Popo. But some reason I'm having trouble staying awake." Kami groaned.

"Please, Kami, you have to fight it! If you go to sleep in this place, you'll never wake up!" the genie shouted, shaking Kami. "Kami!" Kami groaned, trying to keep his eyes open but they were getting heavier and heavier.

"Leave him alone!" The restless spirit shouted. "Let him rest. Can't you see how weary he is? You know what it means when a guardian of Earth passes though those gates, Mr. Popo." The genie's eyes widened and he turned back to the spirit in front of them, recognizing the voice.

"T-That voice...Kami, it's your predecessor!" Mr. Popo exclaimed. Kami's eyes widened in shock as well.

"What!?"

The spirit glared at Kami and Mr. Popo as he blocked their path.

[attractive-nuisance-esq]

Hi there, first of all, I want to apologize for trauma-dumping all over your post, but it really struck a chord with me, and it really makes me feel like I’m not as alone as I am. Normally, I’d just thank you and be on my way, but I’ve been sober for about a month now, and I’ve finally realized that I’ll never be able to get help or make friends or start to course correct if I can’t even ask for the things I need, and I just desperately need a friend right now, but I’m just so scared of trying to put myself out there again. The world has never been an easy place for me to navigate, and I have so much grief and rage in me that feels like it is eating me alive. 

I am trying so hard, and I always keep failing and I hate that about myself. I can now acknowledge that my drinking was a coping mechanism and a weapon that I was using to hurt myself. I thought I deserved every fucked up thing in life that has happened to me, I still think that most of the time, I know I’ll never be ‘normal’, but I can’t stop hoping that there’s a place and people for me somewhere..I keep wondering what my life would have been like if I’d been born different, or ‘better’ somehow. I am so sorry, this is all stream-of-consciousness stuff, and I don’t intend to upset you. Your post just struck a chord with me, and I’ve spent the last day basically sobbing because I don’t know how to get this awful poison out of myself. I don’t know how to silence that voice that is always telling me I’ll never be good enough, my life doesn’t hold any value, what the fuck did I think anyway, if my own parents didn’t like me, who would? I don’t know. Thank you for letting me chat at you, and thank you for sharing your story. I just thought it was wonderful and it really hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m trying so hard, and I’m not even sure if it’s too late, but it always feels like I’m screaming into a void and the world would be a better place without me, so thank you for taking a moment to reach out to a stranger. It really means a lot. 

I hope you have a wonderful day, and I am so genuinely sorry if this note makes you uncomfortable in any way.

Babydoll (gn), you don’t need to apologize for taking me up on something I freely offered. If I didn’t have the bandwidth right now to give a little time and a few spoons to someone newly sober, I’d have sent an emoji and moved on. I wrote that post first and foremost for me - almost like a journaling exercise, just to get the feelings out of my head - but I also wrote it for everyone else on here watching Ed and going Through It with him. Maybe someone like you would see it and feel less alone. 🖤 I’m glad we’ve connected through the mental breakdown of a fictional gay pirate; pretty sure that was David Jenkins’ plan all along. 😏

A couple things: I didn’t want to leave you waiting and wondering and worrying about offending me all day, but I am technically “working” right now (I mean. As much as anyone “works” while they’re obsessively refreshing tumblr on new episode days, haha!). I want to give my response to you my full attention and the time it deserves, so I’ll do it properly later tonight or tomorrow at the latest, okay?

The other thing is that I know some of this stuff is really personal and you may not want it floating around as a tumblr post, so if you’d rather chat via DM but felt that was too forward of you, I’m more than happy to move there. But I’m also at a place now where I’m okay with sharing my shit in public, so if for whatever reason you want to keep this conversation going as an ask, that’s completely fine with me, too. Just let me know what makes you most comfortable.

In the meantime, take it one day at a time. And when that doesn’t work, one hour at a time. Sometimes it’s one minute, one second. I hate AA bullshit, but they got that part right. Hang in there until I can whittle you a little wooden shark and hand it over for your safe keeping. 🦈

[brain-baby]

Vent:::

Nobody knows about my life on here, which should be a good thing but if you are to follow along there is a lot of context to be had. Although this is meant to be a vent post - I'll try and be as clear as I can so you can follow along.

Every fibre of my brain wants to scream "Fuck People!", but the part of me that has gone through rigorous therapy says otherwise. The rational part of me knows I need to forgive and forget but how can I do that when people keep throwing fuel onto the fire. How can I cope with the level of trust-breaking experiences I have been through if I don't get proved wrong about anyone.

I have a dilemma. I lived with people for 3 years, becoming a part of the family and being romantically attached to one of them. Unfortunately because of my past, I wasn't showing them my true self - burying it down deep out of fear. Not because they gave me any reason to fear but because of my old home life. the home life I had for 18 years. I am so grateful for everything they did for me, but I resent the memories due to not liking who I was during them. I lied, I cheated, I stole...I was every bad coping mechanism I could have been at the time. And they still housed me and loved me...

I broke up with the man I was with - leaving me out of the family in an instant. I know they have a lot of thoughts about me, I don't know whether good or bad and that drives me insane. I guess what I'm trying to say is I feel as though I tore up something I could have salvaged. I blocked them all a couple of months afterwards by pressure of friends. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him or the time I spent with his family...

In the meantime I exploded, fucking anything that moved and was good looking. Having grown up being told I was unloveable and disgustingly hideous, I was suddenly found in a place where I was socially viewed as attractive and single. I didn't know how to deal with my feelings, and a couple weeks after I broke up with him my mother died.

I had a group of friends that I quickly formed at the time. Courtney, Blaire (aka Lily), Ayla, and Alli. They were my life-blood, my saving grace. At the time they helped me a lot and I was overly honest with them - telling them everything my heart screamed. I swore that this was the group that was going to stay together...that was until I started seeing someone named Shawn. Shawn was a guy who lived with his ex girlfriend (told me that a month in) and was overly possessive and giving. i told him constantly I thought it was kind of like taking advantage of him, and behind his back told my friend group I had a feeling he would be obsessive. I was correct.

Blaire was supposed to understand me, we have the same mental illnesses and we were supposed to have each others backs - that is until she started hanging out with Shawn behind my back telling him over exaggerations of what I had said. Basically shit talking me behind my back, with no regard for what i actually said.

After Shawn told me I was the worst person ever, I gave Blaire another chance with one contingency - I didn't want Shawn knowing anything about me (after we broke up he proved his obsessiveness with constant checking in with my friends on me and always showing up when I went to hangout with them), so she couldn't be friends with him if she wanted to be friends with me. She agreed, but lied of course. After I found out I dropped her like a sack of potatoes. I don't do liars and I don't have respect for people who get second chances and waste them.

Couple of weeks later I found out she started dating the brother of my ex. She is now in the exact spot I was in not only half a year ago. Apart of the household and family...the only thing is is that family is adamant about HATING LIARS. As someone who was in that household and told many lies to them - I know that they would be crushed to find out about any of them so I have to keep my distance. But a big part of me wants to warn the poor family, the same family I took advantage of, about this snake they have welcomed in with warm arms. They would never take anything I have to say, Im sure of it, but they deserve to know who they are making a bed with. She's the lead singer in their band, close with both brothers and Im sure their parents love her too.

That big part of me that wants to warn them, I know its built out of rage that someone I hate gets to be in the spot I was once in - the safety and love that come with it. She doesn't deserve it, she doesn't in my eyes. Blaire deserves to have her lies topple around her, because clearly she doesn't want to fix anything or help herself. I gave her opportunities even before Shawn and she didn't take them. She is a liar and a stone cold statue with not a single non-wicked thought. The amount of pain and hurt she caused to so many people around her - all for what?

Courtney followed after Blaire, Ayla having gone with Blaire in the beginning. Courtney was my roommate at them time and was my closest friend. What she did stung even more.

First it was a kitten. She brought him in to be friends with my cat. Things were going ok, although the kitten was far too young for how she was treating it. It got so bad I needed to text her that we needed to find a solution, and she took that and got rid of the kitten without so much as allowing me a goodbye.

Then she started staying at her boyfriends place, every night. That would be fine if she wouldn't have left me her chores to do, left me deal with the problems in the place, left me to take care of the home alone. All I wanted was some help and so I asked for some - she then moved out a day later and told me I was a burden when my mom died.

I can't tell where I went wrong. Should I have been more lenient on them? Given more chances? I know these aren't the whole situations and I doubt anyone will read this far, but if you did, do I blame myself? Do I move forward trying to be more patient and allowing? Or do I protect my heart the way I used to? Or do I allow myself to hold these boundaries?

Do I tell the family that they have a demon in their midst?

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Anonymous sex, Jesper?

𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒾𝓉 ⎹ 𝓙. 𝓕.

fandom shadow and bone / masterlist coming soon

featuring darkish!jesper fahey x reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning dub con, bondage, sensory deprivation, oral sex ( m )

summary he wasn’t supposed to find you, but it would be a shame to walk away now.

word count 1.6k / mini musing ( this was supposed to be a drabble what the fuck 🥲 )

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

“Oh,” the syllable tails the squeak of a door, and then shuffling. you’re staring into a black sea of fabric, but you can imagine by the surprise in the tone, that whoever had stumbled in had done so upon you on accident. “What do we have here?” the voice is smooth like velvet, purring as something metal or iron jangles in tandem with booted footsteps. you shudder, deducting that he must have twin firearms strapped to him, by the sound of metal on metal when he walks.

“What happened, love?” the stranger teases with obviously feigned concern, and a set of long, slender digits brush over the harsh rope that bind your elbows behind your head, “Got all tangled up in a spider’s web, did we? I’m afraid the city is full of them, quite dangerous for a soft, little thing like you to go alone…” he seems to trail off, and you shudder when the pads of his fingers run along your tricep.

“Untie me, please,” you whisper, lower lip trembling. you didn’t know who he was, but he didn’t seem to be with the ones who’d bound you and left you here. “Help me.”

“And risk the spider coming for me, as well?” a guttural chuckle erupts from his direction, where you’ve craned your neck as if you could look up at him in pleading, though you see only inky darkness. then, his palm rests against the top of your head, giving it a few, soft pats. “I can’t do that, love.” you squirm, helplessly in your bondage, legs forcefully spread with each knee tied to a leg of the chair you’re slumped in. you want to beg him for help, scream and cry, but what good would that do? he’d said no, and considering the flippant way in which he’d said it, there wouldn’t be any changing his mind. “However,” you hear the man’s garments, leather whining as he probably squatted or knelt beside you, because soon his hot breath was on your cheeks; smelling of whiskey. you flinch, and try to turn your head from him, but he’s caught your face with one hand, thumb against the corner of your mouth, palm on your chin, whilst those willowy digits splay across the opposite cheek. he guides your visage back in his direction as he exhales, “It’s not so often that a gift as pretty as you falls right into my lap like this. I would be a fool not to… Take advantage while I can.”

“A gift?” you ask, puzzled, “T—take advantage?” the words feel sinful and dark on your tongue, but the way they fall from his is sweet and almost… enticing.

the pad of his thumb brushes across your trembling lips, and he exhales though his nose— though you couldn’t see him, you imagined the wicked grin he must have on his mouth, tiers sealed together. “I can’t let you go, but, you and I can still have some fun in the meantime.” you loathed yourself for actually considering each syllable as they leave his lips. “How about it?” if he hadn’t used his grip on your face to nod for you, you weren’t so sure that you would’ve protested. hell, you may have even nodded yourself. “Good girl.” and then, you hear him stand up straight again, his hand abandoning your face.

you turn your head up in his direction, again, listening to the sound of a disturbed buckle, rustling of fabric. “What are you going to do to me?” you were almost too nervous to ask, but you were inexplicably excited, as well— a fire spreading across the apples of your cheeks.

another chuckle, but this one seemed to hide behind gritted teeth, as if he was frustrated suddenly. followed by a muffled hum, and you can hear his garments shifting. you imagined he was either palming himself through his trousers or he’s pulled himself from them. both thoughts were equally as dizzying. “Oh, sweetheart. That little tremble in your voice…” he’s moaning, now, “It’s putting all kinds of wicked ideas in my head.” and you silently agreed, because every pleasured sound he makes sends another round of obscene possibilities swarming your own mind. you lick your lips, subconsciously. “But, for now, I’ll settle for those pretty lips stretched around my cock. Open wide for me, love.” your head spins at the thought, but your jaw falls slack obediently.

a moment later, you feel the twitching tip trace the shape of your lips, smearing his scent of your mouth. it was intoxicating and warm, the stranger in his rawest form, and your eyelids flutter behind the blindfold. drawn in, your tongue peeks out from the shelter of your cavern and meets the underside of the thick head. you can hear a sharp inhale of approval from the man, and feel one of those large hands plant itself against the side of your head. he doesn’t pull you closer or shove your head down, instead, his digits tangle themselves in your hair. he seems content to let you take him at your desired pace, but once you were drunk on his smell, you were hungry for him. you pull yourself away from the chair as much as possible, sealing your lips around the tip with a soft hum. sucking on it with hollowed cheeks, the stranger grips your hair tighter, grunting happily.

“Saints, you are a greedy one.”

in this moment, you would take it as a compliment; the way his voice strained and he had to hold on to your hair. you imagined he probably wanted to push you down, or thrust to meet your service, but he doesn’t. that doesn’t mean you waste any time, though. your tongue laces him in a coat of saliva before you invite more of him in with a bob of your head. your mouth was already fuller than anticipated, the shape of his tip pushing to bulge out from your cheek. he must be watching you, because he snickers and pats the bulge with his free hand. “Ambitious, aren’t you, love? Are you planning to take all of it?” you nod and try to mutter a garbled affirmation. it seems enough for the stranger, who shifts on his feet to angle his cock towards the back of your throat, instead. “Show me, then.”

you mewl around him. it would be infinitely easier if you had your hands freed. you were also at a tricky angle, and taking this size into your throat was sure to have you gagging. still, your head undulates vehemently, bringing his cock entirely into your mouth. the swollen head batters the back of your throat as you do so, punctuated each time with a vulgar cluck. the sound doesn’t sound like it came from you, but you’ve little time to dwell on how uncouth it makes you feel. drool oozes from the aching corners of your mouth, stretched too tight around him. he’s so addicting that you hardly notice the discomfort; you’re too bewitched by the way he purrs expletives, making them sound sweet like hymns.

his other hand joins the first on your head, grabbing twin fistfuls at your scalp. “Eager to— please—“ he pants, “with a mouth that feels this divine? I almost want to, mm, take my chances and steal you… Keep going, pretty girl. You’re doing so well, making me feel so fucking good… Just like that… I’m just about there!”

you weren’t about to lie to yourself and pretend you didn’t like the idea of this man keeping you for himself. maybe it was in the heat of the moment, and you were so drunk on him that you would’ve agreed to whatever he said, but you moan, mouth full of him.

it’s enough for the stranger to lose his composure. his cock throbs in your mouth, fingernails biting at your scalp, and his hips seem to quiver, jutting forward as he expels a heavenly groan. the warmth of his release spreads within your cavern in mere moments, taste pure and intense enough to wipe your mind free of any and all thought. when he pushes your head back, his cock pops free from your swollen, wet lips with a sickening pop, and you can feel his cum and your spittle dribbling down your chin. you swallow in order to stop any more of the precious flavor from escaping, before sputtering, attempting to catch your breath.

“What a good girl you are,” he croons, petting the top of your head again. if you were in your right mind, you might’ve found the gesture insulting— belittling. but in this moment, you accepted the praise with a dizzy grin, even nuzzling into it. “Worshiping my cock like you were born to do so. You’re impressive, love.”

“D—does that mean,” you stumble over your own words, hopeful, “does that mean you will steal me, after all?” you wished you could see his face; it was still a mystery to you but if his voice and touch was any indication, he was a handsome one.

the man whistles through his teeth, thoughtful, before you feel his lips for the very first time, plant a butterfly kiss over the bridge of your nose. “I’ll tell you what, since you’re so cute, I’m going to walk out that door and have a little chat with the boss man. Decent chance he’ll also want a demonstration of your… worth, but if you show him half the hospitality you did me, well, I think he’ll be on board with the idea of a shiny, new toy. As long as you promise to play nice.”

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Darkened Days

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Harry Potter x Reader

Summary: Harry comforts Y/N, after the death of Sirius Black.

Warning: Character Death, angst, mourning depression

A/N: I really woke up from a nap a couple of hours ago, and it made me want to write this for some reason. The death of Sirius was one of the hardest cinematic deaths I’ve seen, and Harry’s screaming makes it harder.

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Y/N always knew about her father. Even though he was a prisoner in Azkaban, she always found a way to see him. When She was little she would use her Metamorphmagus skills to sneak into Azkaban. It was a tricky task, but she made it work. Seeing his daughter’s face is what kept him sane.

In the meantime, she would stay with her Uncle Remus. He knew she would sneak off to see her father. He would try to convince her to minimize her visits, by explaining his fears of what could happen to her. Nothing could stop Sirius Black’s daughter from seeing the one she loved.

But when she started attending Hogwarts, Remus’s wishes were fulfilled. Y/N had to keep up with her studies, meaning she wouldn’t have as much time with her father. She still went to see him though. When she did, they would talk for hours about Y/N’s studies or Sirius’s life at Hogwarts. The only thing Y/N could never do with her father was give him a proper hug. At least, not until he escaped in Y/N’s 3rd year at Hogwarts.

Now, Y/N was at the end of her 5th year, and Dolores Umbridge had practically ruined it. Y/N now stood in the office of Professor Umbridge, along with Harry and the rest of Dumbledor’s army. Pansy Parkinson held onto her with a tight grip and her wand pressed into Y/N’s neck.

“You were going to see Dumbledore, weren’t you?” Dolores calmly asked Harry. Dolores stood over Harry who was strapped down to a chair. Harry tried to stay calm as he calmly told the witch in all pink “no”, earning him a slap to the face. The sound echoed throughout the room, making Y/N jump. She also saw Draco jump a little in the corner of her eye.

Snape walked in with his dark exterior that her caries through Hogwarts 24/7. Snape and Y/N had an odd bond. Unlike Harry, Snape would excuse the fact the Y/N’s father tortured him as a child, and they would talk. He would protect her despite her being in Griffindor. Y/N would come to him with her problems, and Severus would give surprisingly good advice. So, when he walked in he was shocked, but also not shocked at the sight of Y/N Black in Dolores’s office along with Dumbledor’s army.

“You sent for me, Headmistress?” Professor Snape said in his non-changing voice. Dolores jumped up and turned to the potions teacher as if she didn’t just slap a student.

“Yes. The time has come for some answers, whether they will give them to me or not. Have you brought the Veritaserum?” Umbridge quickly spoke.

Snape looked at Y/N. Anyone could see the tough exterior she was giving off at the moment, but Snape could see the look of desperate help in her eyes. He looked back to Umbridge and said, “I’m afraid you’ve used up all my stores interrogating students, and the last of it on Ms. Chang.”

We all looked at each other with relief. “Unless you wish to poison him, and I’ll show you I would have the greatest sympathy if you did. I cannot help you,” Snape said, earning a look from Y/N when he said “poison”.

Severus simply tried to walk away, but before he could, Harry started to speak, “He’s got Padfoot!” Hearing her father’s nickname, Y/N’s eyes instantly went to Harry’s. “He’s got Padfoot at the place it’s hidden.”

“Padfoot? What is Padfoot? What is hidden? What is he talking about, Snape?” Umbridge ambushed Severus in questions. Severus simply looks at Harry and says, “I have no idea”

As soon as Snape leaves, Dolores tells everyone that she has no choice but to use the Crucio curse. Hermione and Y/N protest against the action. When that doesn’t work, Hermione tells Umbridge about ‘Dumbledor’s secret weapon’. She took Harry and Hermione to find the ‘secret weapon’.

A couple of hours later, Dumbleldor’s army caught up with the Golden Trio and convinced Harry to let them join him in his fight. When they all arrived at the Department of Mysteries inside of the Ministry of Magic, they looked for the prophecy from Harry’s dream.

When they found what they were looking for, they tried to leave, but they were stopped by Death Eaters. They surrounded the teenagers. Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange were the only ones not wearing their masks. The teenagers protected themselves with their wands at the ready position

Lucius tried to convince Harry to give him the orb in his hand, but Y/N stepped in. “You will never get your Death Eater hands on this prophecy,” Y/N stepped in front of Harry, grabbing his hand from behind.

“I’ve waited 14 years… I guess I can wait a little longer,” Harry said before instructing everyone to Stupefy the Death Eaters. They all threw the spell, and ran, trying to escape.

They kept running until they all bumped into each other. Ginny threw a spell, causing all the prophecy orbs to fall off their respected area. Y/N transformed into a rhino, allowing all the members to climb on her back, and she ran to the door. They soon started to fall, causing Y/N to turn back into herself again. They came to an abrupt stop a few inches off the ground before hitting the ground.

The Death Eaters had found the group of kids, and started to attack again. All of the Death Eaters grabbed a kid, except for Y/N and Harry.

Lucius chuckled before speaking, “Did you actually think that children stood a chance against us? I’ll make this simple for you, Potter… Give me the prophecy, or watch your friends die.”

Y/N looked at Harry with begging eyes, telling him not to give them the prophecy. Harry looked around at his friends before his eyes turned to Y/N. He silently told her “I’m sorry” before giving the prophecy to the bleach-haired Death Eater.

A bright light emitted from behind Lucius. Lucius looked at the prophecy to see it wasn’t glowing, so he turned around. “Get away from my daughter and my godson,” Sirius said, punching Lucius in the face.

Multiple bright lights swirled around the room, hitting Death Eaters. The bright lights soon revealed Tonks and the rest of the Order. Y/N ran up to her father, giving him a tight-fitting hug. “Hello, baby girl,” Sirius said, patting his daughter’s head.

“Thank you for saving me. I love you. No matter what, I will always love you,” Y/N told her father. Her Y/E/C (Your Eye Color) eyes met his blue eyes.

Y/N broke her loving gaze at her father to see a Death Eater about to hit her, Harry, and her father with a curse. “Protego!” Y/N quickly yelled, shielding the three of them from the spell.

“Nice reflexes,” Sirius complimented his daughter. Y/N looked at her father with an appreciative smile. “Thanks! I’ve been practicing what you taught me during my 4th year!” Y/N said back, hitting another Death Eater.

They split up, allowing Y/N to morph into a cheetah. She ran as quickly as she could, dodging spells left and right. She bit a couple of Death Eaters, making them incapable of using their wands. Y/N saw Bellatrix appear, and she ran to attack. But before the girl could make it to her, Bellatrix yelled, “Avada Kedavra!”. The spell hit her father, just as she hit Bellatrix.

Y/N morphed back into her natural form. She ran and ran till she got to her father, but before she could grab ahold of his body. Sirius’s lifeless body fell through the veil. Y/N tried to pull him back, but it was no use. Her body fell as her eyes started raining tears. Remus and Tonks ran to both Harry and Y/N as they broke down in tears.

Harry screamed in agony. It was impossible to hear it and not feel the same pain. Y/N sat defeated. Her dad is once again taken from her, but she can’t sneak off to see him this time. She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know how to continue without the one she loved most.

Harry ripped himself from Remus’s arms, and he ran after Bellatrix. He was not gonna let her get away with the pain she caused everyone.

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Astronomy Tower

Y/N sat on the edge of the Astronomy Tower with her legs hanging off the ledge. She sat in her pajamas with a Griffindor blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was too busy looking at the stars to hear the steps of someone walking up the Astronomy Tower steps.

“I hope you’re not planning on jumping,” Harry said jokingly. Y/N didn’t even look at Harry. Her face had been in the same frown for a couple of days not. Some believed it was stuck that way, but if you knew her, you knew she was still grieving.

“We missed you at Dumbledor’s return and your father’s memorial. Were you up here the whole time?” Harry asked, sitting down next to the girl.

She didn’t speak for a minute, but when she did, you could hear the sadness in her voice. “Why would I go to a memorial with a school full of students, when a school full of students didn’t even know my father. For the longest time, they thought my father killed your parents. My father never was a killer. He was your father’s best friend,” Y/N said through her tears.

Harry stayed quiet as he turned towards Y/N. She didn’t look back at him. Instead, she continued to look into the distance, and continue speaking. “When I was little, I would use my Metamorphmagus skills to sneak into Azkaban. It was hard physically and mentally. I would do anything for my father. We couldn’t hug because he was in a locked cell, but I would sit against the bars of his cell, and I would just talk. That was all I needed. All I needed was to know my father was there. Now, he’s gone. I can’t talk to the dead. If I could, I would talk to my mother every day. You know, I can see Threstrals because of her. A Death Eater killed my mother when I was 2. Now, I’ve lost both of my parents to Death Eaters.”

Harry didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know his parents. He didn’t know Sirius the way she did. The only thing he could do for him was to comfort her. He pulled Y/N closer to him, pulling her into a side hug, and they stayed like that till sunrise.

When they got back to the common room, they were exhausted from all of the emotional pain. They started to go their separate ways, but Y/N started to speak, “Thank you, Harry. I know how much my dad meant to you. I appreciate you coming to comfort me. I guess as long as I have you, I wouldn’t have very many darkened days.”

Harry smiled at her words before heading to bed. He fell asleep with a saddened smile. Y/N on the other hand fell asleep with a frown. She appreciated Harry comforting her, but it would be a long time before she stops mourning her father.