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[startoro]

new reaction gifs just dropped

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now turn away

[frnkiebby]

SOMEONE TELL MY SISTER TO STOP SIDE EYEING ME WHENEVER I MAKE WEIRD NOISES AT RARS GIFS

HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY HAVE ALL OF THESE THIS TIME.

keep it up buttercup~🎃

[tiredofpity]

From this gif, looks like you just walked in on them snogging, lmao.

Na Na Na from May Death Never Stop You

[crowandmousewritingco]

Give Me a Shot to Remember Pt1

Pairing: Joel Miller x gn!reader

Words: 2.9k

Rating: M (18 + very smutty)

Warnings: hate sex (sorta noncon but evolves to concentual [this one on the darker side folks]), misunderstandings, QZ Joel, drinking, swearing, choking, fingering (reader receiving), degradation, face slapping, face fucking, gagging, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys!), fucking your emotions out, creampie, and cock warming,

Summary: You hated Joel Miller, and you never wanted to see him again. But it seemed like fate had other ideas.

Author: Mod Mouse

Notes: This is my entry for @sp00kymulderr's MCR challenge, and got the song The Sharpest Lives. I'm honestly excited for this one! It went in directions I wasn't expecting. That being said, this is a darker 18+ fic so MDNI. If you click the "Keep Reading," You know what you're getting yourself into. Also this is my first time writing for Joel so I hope I did him justice.

You hated Joel Miller. That fucker had messed up your life in unforeseen ways. So when you saw him in the bar in the QZ that night after years of loathing and silence sent you in a spiral. So ya you went on a bender. Anything that had alcohol and was in your vicinity went down your throat with the familiar sting of forgetfulness. That was until the bartender cut you off and you threatened his mother and his entire line. Luckily you were good friends with him and only sent you away with a slap on the wrist telling you to try again tomorrow. 

So you stumbled down the road back to your shitty apartment in this shitty town. To add even more insult to injury the heavens decided to dump the entirety of its rain contents right on you. “Son of a bitch!” you yelled up at the clouds, but of course they didn’t care. No one gave any shits about you. You were sopping wet by the time you threw open the door of the complex. 

You groaned and stumbled up the stairs, your shoes squishing with every step. Ugh and you just got these too. Another week of rations down the drain. All you wanted now was a bath and a good night's sleep. The reward of cleanliness was the pull you needed to make it up the stairs. The hallway felt way longer than what it actually was as you trudged across the worn wood. Finally you reached your door though it took a couple of tries to actually open the damn thing and you slipped inside giving no mind that it was weird your door was unlocked. You religiously checked it every time you left your apartment. 

To your alcohol ridden mind it didn’t matter. What mattered was dry clothes and sleep. You stumbled into the space and kicked your shoes off with a thud and shed what close you could before you fell face first into the couch. It didn’t take you long before you were passed out unaware of what the world would throw at you next. 

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Joel Miller had witnessed a plethora of events in his life. Some good, but most of them left some sort of imprint in his aged mind. After burning bodies all day, he just wanted to rot on his couch with a beer in his hand. With some extra ration cards he got from his trading, he got himself a six pack which he carried back up to his apartment. 

What he wasn’t expecting was his apartment door to be half open. Quietly he set the pack of beer on the ground and pulled the gun from the back of his pants. Carefully he held it in front of him as he pushed the door fully open with a creak. It was soon apparent that nothing was messed up so nothing was stolen. 

After another quick glance around the room his eyes landed on your half naked body and he swiveled his gun to aim it at your sleeping form. Tiptoeing closer to the couch not letting his gun move away from you. When he was close enough he nudged you with the barrel of his gun though all it did was make your arm fall. 

He tried again adding a bit more force behind the shove and that caused a snort to escape from you. Joel scooted back as you waved your hand besides you mumbling what he could only assume was a swear word at his expense. Again he shoved you with the barrel not caring about the amount of force he was using against you. Finally that seemed to get the stranger awake. 

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You weren’t very happy at the sudden interruption of your peaceful sleep. “Hey get up,” You heard the stranger bark at you and you sat up quickly though wincing as everything was way too bright and way too loud. 

“Jesus fuck man chill out. I was sleeping.” It took you a moment to realize the situation. “Wait what the fuck are you doing in my apartment,” You grumpled as you grabbed you head. 

“Your apartment? Try again.” The voice repeated with an edge of annoyance. 

This made you look up and through your blurry vision you took in the man before you. It took you a minute through your hungover idled brain to realize who you were looking at. But when it hit you, growled and quickly stood up despite all the warnings from your body. 

“What the fuck are you doing here, Joel?” You practically yelled and pulled out the pocket knife from your pocket. 

“Like I said yer in my apartment.” He replied, setting the gun on the coffee table. 

“I’m not–” You paused and turned to take in your surroundings. Most of the QZ apartments looked identical, but the burns on the carpet and this sofa were not yours. It was missing everything that made your space what it was. The objects that reminded you of your best friends were missing from the shelves replaced with an old radio. When you realized that you were in the wrong apartment you cursed yourself and rubbed your eyes. 

“Fucking hell,” You growled. You did not want to have this conversation right now. “I’ll leave.” You tried to plow through Joel, but the man stood his ground not letting you move an inch. 

“Get. Out. Of. My. Way,” You punctuated through clenched teeth. 

“I think we need to have a talk,” The older man added. 

You scoffed and ran your tongue over your teeth in annoyance. “Oh we have to have a conversation now. Well you weren’t feeling chatty when you decided to leave me some blonde bimbo bitch.” You panted as your anger surged through your veins. “Four years Joel we dated. Four!” 

Joel scowled as he stared at you baring down at you with war worn eyes, but he didn’t say a word. You clenched your jaw so hard you thought your teeth might chip. 

“So you really won’t say anything after all this time? Then let me through but for fuck sake explain yourself.” 

“The fuck do you mean? You knew I had to.” He growled through his clenched teeth. 

You scoffed. “Had to? The fuck does that mean? You didn’t have to cheat on me.” 

“Cheat? Where did you hear that?” Joel scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “Oh you know everyone who saw you making out with Chelssey underneath the bleachers. Jesus, I'm just back in highschool.” 

“Chelssey fucking hell I never did that.” He threw up his hands in annoyance. 

“Oh good we’re lying now. I don’t have time for this.” You try again to push your way past him, but once again he was as stubborn as an ox and you push past him again, sending you back to your corner.  

“Joel now fucking what? Do you have pictures of her sucking you off? Fuck do you want with me?” 

“I want to explain what happened.” 

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “I don’t see you talking.” 

Joel was quiet for a long time and you weren’t sure you would get answers again, but finally after a deep breath he explained. “She was pregnant.” 

“Okay,” You said with no emotions. “Forget the condom during a risky quicky in the locker room?” 

“Jesus just listen. No it wasn’t me.” He sighed again. “It was my brother.” 

You quirked your eyebrow. “Tommy? The fuck happened?” 

“He was the captain of the football team and she was the head cheerleader. What do you think happened?” He rubbed his eyes. He looked older than he ever had been at that moment.

“Okay so what, you decided to leave us behind to help her?” You rolled your eyes. 

“I didn’t leave us behind. You weren’t waiting at that bus stop.” Joel was silent for a long moment. “I thought you gave up on us.” 

You rubbed your eyes, this stressful reunion making your hangover ten times worse. You would give anything to be anywhere but this room. “How could I not? Everyone was telling me you were cheating. I didn’t think you cared anymore. Ugh fucking hell I can’t with you.” Your temples started to throb in time with your heartbeat. 

“What do ya want me to do then? Since it’s clear you ain’t believing me,” Joel growled. 

You scoffed. “Why don’t you blow me then huh? Put that lying mouth to use then.” 

  With a low growl Joel stroad forward covering the small apartment in only a step. His well worn hand grasped your neck and squeezed. The sudden movement scared you, but also was a rush you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“So that’s what ya want? Even after all the time and hate you still want me to fill that hole with my cock.” Joel crooned as he squeezed tighter. Stars danced in your eyes and the lack of blood flow sent a sense of euphoria over your body. 

“Fuck…You” You punctuated but you felt yourself growing more and more needy by the second. 

Taking his hand off of your throat and slid down your body gripping your bare waist. The rush of blood back to your head was sudden but enjoyable nonetheless. Joel deftly shoved his hand down your underwear running his finger up and down your slit. “Yer body is telling me other things, baby.” With those words his thick fingers found your dripping hole and without warning, shoved two inside of you. 

The moan that escaped your throat was unholy and loud enough for the whole QZ to hear your pleasure. Joel couldn’t help but smile as he finger fucked you with reckless abandon. “Just like that you slut. Despite everything you still missed how I made you feel.” 

“Fuck!” You moaned as he punished the spots you loved the best as if he never forgot what made you scream the most. It wasn’t long before an orgasm ripped through you causing your legs to lose their steadiness. Joel’s grip on your waist was the only thing keeping you upright. Though Joel didn’t stop there. He kept his punishing pace as soft pleads of stop escaped your blubbering lips. 

“You used to love when I did this shit to you. I can see nothin’s changed.” Joel chuckled darkly. Finally he pulled his fingers out of you and gave your hole a quick slap causing you to jump. You pout looking up at him. 

Joel lightly slapped your cheeks a few times. “Don’t give me that shit.” Swiftly he undid his belt and pulled his underwear down just enough for his cock to pop out. Your attention quickly snapped to the dick that you had spent nights riding and sucking. Joel gave his cock a few strokes with his large hand. 

“Even after all this time you still miss my cock there darlin’?” Joel teased and you quickly snapped your gaze away. “Even after you accused me of cheatin’?” 

“Absolutely not!” You argued. 

Joel stared at you as he stroked his cock. He lumbered forward slowly, a dichotomy from his aggressive behavior earlier. The stomping of boots made you turn your attention back to him. Joel didn’t stop marching forward and you had to back up to keep him from running into you. Quickly your knees hit the mattress causing you to fall back against the bed. 

That still didn’t stop Joel. Just as slow as his movements he climbed on the bed making sure he was straddling your shoulders. With one of his big hands he grabbed the back of your head, knotting his fingers in your locks before guiding his cock to your lips. Precum smeared on your lips and the salty taste hit your tongue with past familiarity. 

“Maybe this will get you to shut yer mouth,” He growled and pushed his cock into your mouth. The stretch burned your jaw as Joel slid further into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. Tears burned your eyes as you tried to keep yourself from gagging. Joel moaned as he took in your tear stained cheeks. Without a second chance for you to recover he thrusted into your mouth using you like his own personal toy. 

The slap of skin and the grunts emanating from Joel filled the apartment. Your senses were full of Joel. His musk, his touch, his sounds. Everything was Joel and you couldn’t escape it. And you found yourself not wanting anything else. Something shook loose in your brain as you watched the man above you take what he wanted. Your anger still seethed inside of your soul. 

All of the years spent hating this man all for it to sizzle when you thought about it harder. Rumors had a tendency to run rampant across a high school. Maybe there was a modicum of truth in his statement. But if he was telling you the truth then what? Would you pick up where you left off and live happily in this fucked up world. Or would this finally be the end, a catharsis of sorts. 

Your mind still reeled as you felt Joel pull out of your mouth leaving a trail of drool connecting you to his cock. He scooted back on the bed giving you a chance to breathe. “You know I wanna cum in that pretty hole of yours.” 

“Then do it but first.” You sat up and kneeled on the mattress so you could look him in the eyes. Joel stayed quiet as he took your form in. He gave a small nod. 

“Kiss me and I’ll surrender,” You whispered, not taking your gaze off of his world damaged eyes. Your resolution was broken by the man you loved and hated for a decade. The memory of your anger shadowed by the care that still lingered in your soul. 

Joel searched your look for meaning, breaking down any movement trying to understand you. You were so angry not long ago, but he saw the change of attitude in your eyes and understood the look of peace. With no words exchanged he kissed you letting the both of you let go of what anger and frustration led you to this moment. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck burying your fingers in these salt and pepper curls, and pressed your heated body into his flannel. The familiar nights spent with tv shows abandoned and heated kisses exchanged on the couch late at night came rushing back to your memory spurring on your need. 

“Please Joel,” You whimpered into the kiss. 

Joel moaned and rolled over to sit down on the mattress. He slid out of his jeans and boxers putting his muscular thighs on display. You licked your lips at the scene and carefully maneuvered yourself onto his lap. Bracing your arms on his broad shoulders you let yourself rock your hips against his cock, moaning with each shock of pleasure as his length hit all the sensitive bits. 

Using his large hands Joel grabbed your ass and lifted you enough for you to pull your underwear aside. With your other hand you guided his large cock against your hole and slid down with a loud moan. Your body remembering what it felt like to be filled by him, to not know anything besides the cock that made you tremble. 

“Fuck,” You threw back your head as you started to ride him slowly, using your legs to bounce you up and down on his cock. You kept your pace steady as you enjoyed every moment Joel was inside of you. He hit your spots like he never forgot what made you sing. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure throughout your body, and you could keep going like this for as long as the world would allow you.  

But the pace wasn’t enough for Joel. He grasped your hips and started to bounce you faster. He pressed his mouth to your ear and growled. “I’ve waited way too long to have you again. Yer gonna come on my cock like a good whore.” 

His words made you shiver as you let him pound your hole like a hungry beast. You gripped onto him and let him take you. But this time it was different. The love you shared with him once bubbled back to the surface versus the anger filled lust that started this whole affair. You pressed your face into his shoulder as you felt the building fire in your stomach. 

“Fuck I’m gonna~” You moaned as he cock pounded into that spot you could never reach. All you needed was an affirmative moan from Joel to send you over the edge. You moaned loudly as you shook from your high. Legs shaking you felt Joel twitch inside of you and with a grunt you felt his seed fill you up. Spurt after spurt coated your walls and you felt a steady trail drip down the inside of your thigh. 

Both of you stayed connected for a long, breaths syncing up with each second you stayed together. Joel gently laid the two of you down in his bed, bringing the comforter over you heated bodies. Neither of you said a word. You didn’t have to. You knew what the other was thinking and you let yourself stay in the comfortable silence. Sleep soon found you as you fell asleep with Joel still inside of you.

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Embers

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Rated: M

Read on AO3

Warnings: PiV smut, oral (f receiving), bruce being a mcr fan

Summary: Every day, you learn more and more about your boyfriend. Today, you learn he is quite a musician. 3.5k words

You had an awful day at work, and you were glad to be back at home. To your surprise, instead of silence, you were greeted by the sound of a piano. It sounded like it was being played live. You didn’t even know there was a piano in Wayne Tower. The sound took you into a room you had never been in before. There were several rooms you had never gone in before.

The master bedroom had been untouched since Martha and Thomas’ passing. Martha had a room dedicated to her hobbies. Sewing, knitting, and crocheting, while Thomas had an office he used.

And while you were never explicitly told not to go into them, you’ve never seen anyone go into those rooms, so you took that as a silent rule that they were off-limits. You didn’t mind though, you sympathized with Bruce’s grief. They weren’t just rooms, they were memorials. The sound of the piano led you to one of these rooms, in a desolate hallway away from the room you shared with Bruce. The door was ajar, and you couldn’t help your curiosity. You peeked.

The room was a study, with bookcases lining the walls, going right up to the high ceilings. There was a rich mahogany desk, a small sitting area around a fireplace.

And a grand piano. With your boyfriend sitting on the piano bench, playing almost… passionately.

The song was familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it.

His long fingers move effortlessly across the keys as if he’s played this song a hundred times before.

You open the door more and enter the room, but Bruce is so focused on playing, he doesn’t even notice you.

Usually, he is astute, and you’ve never gotten the drop on Bruce before.

The floors creak beneath you, yet he still doesn’t notice.

Under normal circumstances, it would have been tempting to try and scare Bruce. You knew you’d be able to do it. You were now standing right behind him, and he didn’t notice. But there was something about how he moved and how his fingers glided across the keys. The way he was completely absorbed in playing the emotional song. As the sound of the rich piano filled the air, you realized something.

Your nerd ass boyfriend was playing a piano rendition of Helena by My Chemical Romance. A smile played on your lips. God. You were so in love with him.

It was clear this song meant something to him. You knew that music was deeply personal for Bruce, and this seemed to be no different.

Finally, the song reaches its beautiful end. Bruce’s fingers trail away from the keys, and his head turns slightly towards you, he lets out a breath. You can’t tell if he’s startled by your presence or not.

“Hey,” he greets quietly.

“Hi,” you greeted, approaching his side. He looks back at the piano. You put your hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t know you could play.”

He chuckles and nods slowly, “I play. I play when I’m stressed.” His fingers tap on the top of the piano idly, thumbing a few keys. “You can sit… if you’d like?” He gestures to the empty spot on the piano bench.

Bruce was a fairly large man, but you had no problems invading his personal space. You slid into the spot next to him. Leg against leg, shoulder against shoulder.

“You’re stressed?” You asked, and then internally cringed. You couldn’t believe that just left your mouth. Of course, he’s stressed.

“I am,” he sighs, letting out a breath of frustration. “Someone keeps leaving bombs around Gotham.” He rubs his thumb over the piano key.

Bruce stares at the floor, and then turns to look over at you, his mouth turning up into a small smile, “It’s nice to have you here, though.”

You take one of his hands, and you lace your fingers with his. You brought the back of his hand up to your lips, and you gave his hand a soft kiss.

“I’ll always be here for you,” you said quietly, looking into his eyes. Bruce’s pale face had a bit of color in his cheeks now.

A simple kiss to his hand was enough to leave Veangence himself flustered. You’d never say this to his face, but Bruce was so cute.

“How long have you played the piano?” You asked.

“A while." He tore his eyes from yours, and he looked back at the grand piano the two of you were sitting at. “My mom used to teach me when I was young.” As he speaks, he plays some idle notes on the black and white keys, nothing coherent, just simple notes. "It's helpful for when I'm working through something, you know?"

“Yeah,” you said. Everyone needed a way to work through their emotions. You thought that Bruce’s way was dressing up as a bat and beating up criminals, but it seemed like there were still layers of Bruce to uncover. Perhaps the piano was a way for him to feel close to his mother. Or maybe it was just something to do. "She must have been talented," you commented, unsure of what else to say.

Bruce nodded, “Very.” His voice is soft, but his tone reflects his affection for his parents. He took a breath as he let his fingers rest on the piano again, “You play anything?”

“No.” You responded. “Well. I played cello for a few years in high school but— I wasn’t really good at it,” you chuckled. “Plus they’re an expensive instrument.”

Bruce gave you a smile. “The cello is an interesting choice,” he commented. “What do you like about it?” He was genuinely curious about what his girlfriend was interested in, even if it was just an offhand comment.

“I was enthralled by the deep and melancholic sound of it,” you told him, reaching out and pressing a white key on the piano. It was silent for a few moments, and you remembered an experience as a child. Your father had won tickets to the orchestra, and your mother wasn’t able to take off, so your dad took you. You could remember dressing up in a pretty dress, your father trying his best at styling your hair. You could remember the beautiful music and the pretty musicians. You could remember being in awe of it all.

“Also when I was a kid, my family went to the Gotham Orchestra and the cello player was really cute,” you said as fragments of the memory played in your head. “Had a bit of a schoolgirl crush.”

Bruce laid his head on your shoulder. “You have a thing for musicians?”

“Apparently,” you responded, a smile on your lips.

Bruce chuckled. “That’s good to know.”

Another several moments pass, and Bruce turns to you. Your eyes go from the smooth black-and-white keys of the piano to Bruce’s stunning blue eyes.

“I love you,” he blurted out. He looked surprised that he even said it. You laughed.

“I love you too,” you said, leaning in to press a tender kiss against his lips. Bruce turned his body more towards you, he put his hand against the case of the piano.

Bruce’s lips linger against yours, even after the two of you parted.

The taste of your lips, your smell, every part of you seems to have an effect on him. He feels like he’s floating, like he’s falling down a rabbit hole of feelings and emotions and he can't stop himself. He wants to tell you he loves you again and again.

And so he does.

“I love you,” he said again.

You delicately touch his jaw, gently holding it in your hand, as if he were made of glass.

“I love you more,” you said, a giddy feeling rising up in your chest as if you were a young girl with your first crush.

Bruce smiled at you, an almost boyish smile. “Oh yeah?” He responded, a teasing look in his eyes, which flicked down to look at your lips, then back up to your eyes. “I’m not so sure about that,” He trails off, taking deep breaths as he struggles to focus, his blue eyes watching your lips, wanting them again.

His intensity caused your heartbeat to quicken, hammering hard against your chest. Even after living with him, he still made you nervous in the best way.

“I am,” you respond.

Bruce leaned down, bringing his lips down to yours, firm and eager. His mouth moved onto her like a man in a desert, greedy for any type of moisture, and he wants to devour her.

The world around him faded into nothing, and all he can focus on is you. Your taste on his lips, and the way you sound with his hands on you, the two of them lost in the other. He held you close and only wants to get closer. He only wants to be here in this moment, with you.

His kiss invoked a feeling inside of you, so passionate that it made you want to burst. He tilts your head back, his large hand on your jaw, the tips of his fingers in your hair. Your lips part for him, his tongue slipping into your mouth, stealing away your breath. You’re completely lost in the moment, lost in the way he touched you, the way he kissed you. The way the ends of his hair tickled your face as he kissed you.

You bumped into the keyboard, your arm pressing down on a few keys, pulling you out of the moment, out of the kiss. You broke the kiss off to look at the piano, but Bruce guides your head back to him, back to his lips.

Bruce just can’t get enough of you. His lips move from your lips to your cheek, then your jaw. He leaves a trail of kisses to your neck. Bruce whispers your name with reverence.

“Bruce,” you said, your voice an octave higher than normal. “I—I want to hear another song,” you whispered to him. You wanted to know everything about Bruce. You wanted to know more about this room you’ve never been in; you wanted to know more about his skill in playing piano. Bruce’s kisses pause for a moment before he stands up.

“I’ll play you a song later,” he murmured, effortlessly lifting you up into his arms. “I want you,” he said. You were glad that he was holding you because you were feeling weak in the knees.

“Promise?” You smiled.

“What? About the song?” Bruce asked as he carried you off to your shared bedroom. “Yeah, I promise,” he took in a deep breath of your scent.

Bruce sat on the bed and held you in his lap. You thanked god for those sweatpants that he just loved wearing. You could feel every inch of his hardness against your thigh.

“I haven’t even showered yet,” you warned him, leaning into him.

“I don’t care,” Bruce responded, his voice huskier than normal. His hands trailed down to hold your hips.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth, giving it a playful nip before pulling back.

Bruce looks completely enthralled by you.

He is.

Bruce maneuvers you into a lying down position on the bed. “Close your eyes,” he told you.

You raised an eyebrow but did as he said, closing your eyes.

It was quiet for several agonizing moments, before you felt Bruce’s hands on your body, gently removing your clothes. You moved around, helping him in removing your clothes. You wanted to open your eyes, to see him, with his kiss-swollen lips and his eyes dark with lust, but you resisted.

Bruce removed everything but your underwear.

“Can I—” you began.

“No,” Bruce responded, his hands on your legs, moving them around and spreading them apart, so he could slide between them. You felt the weight of him settle between your legs, his hands on either side of your shoulders. He dipped down and started a trail of kisses from your neck, down to your collarbone. His tongue darted out to lick around your collarbone. He took a moment to suck at the sensitive skin there, no doubt leaving a hickey. You laughed, your hands going into his hair.

“I’ll pay you back tenfold,” you warned him. You could feel him smile against your skin.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he rasped out.

Bruce continued his worship of your body, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue twirling around the bud while his other hand plucked at your other breast. His hips lightly ground into yours, seeking out some sort of reprieve from the aching between his legs. Your hands go into his hair, tangling your fingers in his messy dark locks. You let out a soft sigh as his mouth began to pay attention to your other nipple. Your body felt several degrees hotter, and it only increased as Bruce began to kiss down further. Down your abdomen, and finally, his face was level with your cunt. He guided your legs to rest on his bare shoulders.

“All this for me?” He asked, using his index finger to rub the wet spot in your underwear. Your breath hitched, and your pussy clenched. Heat coiled in your abdomen at what was to come.

“All yours,” you said, finally opening your eyes.

Bruce kissed your thigh and then kissed your clothed pussy. He happily pressed his nose against the wet spot, breathing your scent in. Bruce always thought that the smell of your needy cunt was the best scent he had ever experienced. Helooked almost pensive for a moment, before easily ripping your underwear.

“Bruce!” You gasped.

“I’ll buy you more,” he whispered, sliding a finger into your aching folds. “I’ll buy you anything you want,” he said with a happy sigh. He tossed aside the torn underwear.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you breathed out, tugging on his hair.

“You’re complaining?” He rubbed at your clit with his thumb.

“No,” you responded, tugging more on his hair. “It was hot.”

“I’ll have to remember that,” he murmured.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest. “That’s not an invitation to— oh fuck.”

His tongue began to lap at your folds, effectively ending your train of thought. Bruce knew how to play your body like it was an instrument. After nearly two years, Bruce had figured out where to lick, where to rub or pinch to make you squirm and moan. An upside to dating a detective, you suppose.

His fingers parted your lips, and you could feel his index finger twitching inside of you. He slid another digit in. You bit down a moan. Bruce pulled back. “Alfred isn’t home,” he purred. He kissed your thigh again. “Be loud,” he nearly begged. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Gotta earn it, big boy,” you breathed.

You heard him chuckle against your thigh, before diving back in, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.

It was a challenge, and oh did Bruce love a good challenge.

Bruce slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you, setting an agonizing pace. You felt fuzzy as he angled his fingers just right to hit the spot inside of you that made you sing. You felt like a string, being pulled so tight, you were about to snap.

“Bruce,” you groaned. “Bruce, Bruce, Bruce.” You chanted. Bruce ate pussy like it was the last time he’d ever be able to taste you. Desperate to savor you. And it was very possible that it could be. Bruce had his eyes closed, as if he was experiencing euphoria just from your taste, your moans. Your body twitched and jerked, and Bruce used his strong arm to hold down your hips as he sucked on your clit. He moaned against your sensitive folds. You rolled your hips, eager to find your release.

Finally, you found release, your back arching off of the bed as shockwaves of pleasure ripped through you. You sobbed out his name, your body arching off of the bed as you felt your orgasm hit you. Bruce continued teasing your clit as you rode the shockwaves of pleasure.

And you finally relaxed, the tension leaving your body, something that Bruce noticed.

“You must have really needed that,” he mused, removing his fingers and crawling up your body to kiss you, his lips still wet with your slick.

Your breaths were ragged, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked like the cat that caught the canary.

“You look impressed with yourself,” you breathed out.

“I am,” he said, adjusting himself so he could easily remove his pants. “I should have timed that. Couldn’t have been longer than three minutes.” He sounded so pleased with himself, it caused a laugh to bubble up from your chest.

“Thank you,” you said, watching his cock spring out of his pants. The tip was an angry red, wet with precum.

“For?”

“The orgasm. I really did need it.”

“I plan on giving you another. I still haven’t heard you screaming my name.”

You sat up, and reached down, taking his length into your hand. He let out a shaky breath.

“All this for me?” You asked, a smirk tugging on the corners of your lips. You spread the precum around the tip using your thumb, not taking your eyes off his face.

“All yours,” Bruce responded, reaching over to the bedside table, and grabbing a condom. “I need to be inside of you, right now,” Bruce said, moving your hands. He ripped into the aluminum foil of the condom and slid it onto his length. You opened your legs wider for him.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You asked, your hands on his shoulders as he leaned over you.

Bruce growled, leaning down to kiss you as he slowly entered you. He let out a series of little gasps and growls as he bottomed out. “So wet,” he breathed out. “So wet, all for me,” he said right in your ear, his warm breath fanning over your ear and neck. His hair fell in his face. “I don’t know if I’ll last long,” he admitted as he began to move.

“That’s okay,” you whined. “I just wanna watch you come,” you said, brushing his hair out of his face.

It was almost too much for Bruce. The way your slick, velvety walls fluttered around him with each thrust was already sending Bruce to the edge, but he was holding back. He wanted to enjoy this, and not blow his load immediately.

You could swear that Bruce was made for you. He slotted so perfectly between his legs. His cock was the perfect size

Your chest was pressing up against his. Bruce’s lips just barely brushed against yours with each movement of his hips. Your hands found their way back to his hair, tangling your fingers in his dark hair, holding him close to you. The wet noises echoed through the room, only barely drowned out by Bruce’s soft whimpers. You could feel his heart through his chest, beating wildly, only for you. He dips down, licking a stripe down your chest, he enjoyed the salty taste of your sweat. His movement was languid, each snap of his hips was made with purpose.

“Bruce,” you whined, lifting up your hips. “Faster,” you begged. Bruce leaned down and quieted you with a kiss. He didn’t listen to you, still lazily fucking you. He propped himself above you, his chest brushing against yours, while his free hand reached down to rub at your swollen nub. You watched as Bruce’s eyes slipped close in pleasure. You were charmed as you watched him. His lips slightly parted, breathing in your air. Each movement of his hips pulled a noise out of Bruce. He growled your name, causing you to clench around him. You noticed that Bruce’s thrusts were getting sloppier.

“Please—” he begged. “I need you to come again,” he choked out. "Need to feel you— fuck.”

“I’m close,” you panted out. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t stop. He kept up his sloppy but steady pace his heart hammering in his chest.

“Bruce!” You keened as your toes curled and your back arched into him. Your body was tingling as your orgasm swept through you. Bruce let out a whine, and he soon followed. His body jerked, and you could feel him twitching inside of you as he came. He laid his head on your shoulder as he caught his breath.

“I love you,” he whispered breathily.

“I love you more,” you said with a grin. He smiled in response. Bruce took in a breath as he pulled out of you, and disposed of the condom in the nearby bin.

“I’ll let you win this one. You know. Because I love you,” he said as he laid back down, pulling your sweaty bodies together.

You let out a thoughtful hum as you relaxed into him.

“What are your plans for the rest of the evening?” Bruce asked his lips against your cheek.

“Spending time with my boyfriend, hopefully.”

“What a coincidence,” Bruce murmured. “Because I was hoping to spend more time with my girlfriend.”

Even with the blackout curtains, you could still see his bright eyes. You felt bubbly in your chest, and you smiled brightly at him.

Bruce’s breath hitched as he gazed at your bright smile.

This, he decided, was certainly worth living for.

[moonxmagix]

MCR Songs & their vibes

MCR songs and whether I think they’re day, night, sunrise, or sunset songs.  Also adding seasons.  If you get it, you get it. If you don’t then idk what to tell  you homie. I do get carried away & include scenarios I personally picture with the songs. It took me a couple hours to write this so please read. This might make more sense for my fellow autistics though:  

First album: Bullets

As an overall album I don’t have a set season for it BUT if I had to pick it would be a transition from Summer to Fall. It’s also more of a Day album for me but not ever sunny. With exception of sunsets. 

Romance - Sunset but when the sun is almost down, Summer but transitioning into Fall 

HTMIBHFTBOU - Night but just after Sunset, still that Summer to Fall transition  

Vampires - Night, but sometimes fits a cloudy rainy day, Fall

Drowning Lessons - Night, probably around 9pm, then again I get rain vibes, Fall but  exceptionally chilly this day

Our Lady of  Sorrows -  Night, Fall, i imagine being aggressively drunk to this song in  some small shitty venue 

Headfirst for Halos - Day but slowly transitions into sunset, nice fall day

Skylines and Turnstiles - Day but super rainy/cloudy to where it looks night,  Fall

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville  - Day and night because it starts  off nice then progressively gets darker, winter

TITBDE - Sunset/night but  like right after the sunset, i imagine being at the fairground & setting the firewheel ablaze, Summer transition into Fall

Cubicles - Day but cloudy, Fall but getting close to winter, being miserable at a shitty  corporate office job, coffee & cigarettes 

Demolition Lovers - Day into night, Winter, blood in the snow

Second Album: Revenge  

Easily a Fall album with SOME Winter exceptions. From the story we know I get lots of vibes of murder and suicide. I get lots of screaming and yelling between a couple vibes too. Definitely a Night time album overall.  

Helena - Day but rainy & cloudy, funeral vibes but that’s so obvious, peak Fall

Give ‘em Hell Kid - Day but very cloudy it’s almost night, Fall,  definitely ‘just got out of school 4 the day’ vibes

To The End - Night,  a very eerie night somewhere in the woods bc you & your friends found a vampires mansion and the lore to the house is that a husband & wife lived there but they killed each other, Fall

YKWTDTGLUIP - Night but you're in prison so you don’t care what time of the day it is, Fall but it’s a bit chillier because it’s ALMOST winter 

I’m Not Okay (I promise) - Day, cloudy school day with light drizzle, Fall but a bit warmer but it feels like summer because the gym teacher made you run laps outside & you threw up on the side

The Ghost of You - Day/night but cloudy (Kinda going  off MV), Winter probably 

TJLIGKY -  Late Night, downtown somewhere sketchy in a hotel, missing person vibes tbh, rain, Fall transition into Winter 

Venom -  Night but early on, I imagine fighting for something you want/to keep living/fighting for love even if it’s not necessarily romantic love

Hang ‘Em High -  Day, Sunny fall day, emo cowboy vibes idc!, Sunset later on in the song though, very sinister & hungry eyes, possession comes to mind here

Fashion Statement - Night but just turned, graveyard, crawling out of coffin in ground, Fall but foggy

Cemetery Drive -  Day but cloudy and rainy, when you were found on the bathroom floor though it was night, staring out the window like a movie, Fall

INTYWIDFAL - Dead of the Night, lots of mania & killing, Staring at the mirror with blood on your hands, Fall

Third Album: Black Parade

This album is Winter through and through! Definitely a transition into Day from  Night. Themes of death obvi  and incompletion and self hatred. Lots of fire and potentially setting stuff ablaze, so arson! Memories on memories. 

The End - Day but you’re in an auditorium watching a play/musical until Night, lots of screaming & agony, Fall but just about Winter

Dead! - Day but it’s cloudy, lots of dreaming & being taunted by death, Winter

TIHID - Night, being in the woods late at night, walking in snow barefoot & blood trailing behind, seeing ghost, Winter 

The Sharpest Lives - Night but it’s  2am, drunk, cigarettes, trying to comes to term w/ your career & how you won't achieve anything, Winter

WTTBP - Day into Night, cloudy, dead of Winter but lot’s of fire to keep warm, seeing death finally 

I Don’t  Love You - Day but cloudy & rainy, Fall transition into winter, painful breakup but we knew that

House of Wolves - Night but downtown vibes so the lights keep everything alive, running  from cops vibes, personal rebellion against church & religion, reminiscing on running the streets with friends when young, the memories are Summer but song is Winter

Cancer - Right after Sunrise, patient dies early in the cloudy morning, body stays in bed until Night though so family can visit, lots of flashback of memories, Winter

Mama - Night, arguing with family, lots of anger, war flashbacks, rainy Winter

Sleep - 4am Night,  nightmares, sleeping in shitty hotel, haunted hotel,  creaky floorboards, sleep paralysis, Winter

Teenagers - Day, Fall, zombie like & judgy teenagers, reminiscing on teenage years, violence  

Disenchanted  - Night, drinking yourself away, disappointment, feeling like you didn’t do enough, Winter, around Christmas

Famous Last Words - Night 12am, realizing your memory will forever live on, coming to terms w/ death, Winter but the fire is enough to keep you warm

Fourth Album: Danger Days

If you say anything else but Summer you're just wrong. Blazing summer heat & just sweaty musty & dusty mf’s.  Themes of fighting for what’s right, the power of friendship & love. Partying in the desert. Obviously a Day time album. 

Na Na Na - Day,  blazing hot in the desert, partying at some underground rave, hanging head out window to shoot the corporation ppl, robbery, Summer

Bulletproof Heart - Sunset, lots of smiling & laughing w/ crush, trying to runaway with crush to somewhere better, one of the lovers dies because of Korse, Summer but it’s very breezy 

SING - Night, “I’m gonna save the world” vibes, sneaking  around,  cool Summer night

Planetary (GO!) - Sunset but it’s just about to be night, partying, lots of colorful lazerbeams and strobe, very sweaty,  Summer 

TOHFMIY - Sunset, fighting for friends & showing them love, taking pictures with friends on a desert cliff, Summer

Party Poison - Day, pompous ass character, fighting for what’s right, protest, Summer

SYIHTB - Day into Night, fighting off the Exterminators, stealing cars & sneaking off, sneaky make out session, helping friends get away from Exterminators, Summer 

Scarecrow - Day almost Sunset, feeling safe, finding a place to rest & collect thoughts, maybe mourn the people you lost, being found &  have to keep moving, Summer but it’s not humid

Summertime - Day into Night, so much love, finally got with crush, telling story of them, sappy,  laying in the desert/on-top of car & staring at the stars, hot Summer day but chilly night

Destroya - Day, horny, so hot you had to get almost naked, fighting against corporation  by holding a concert of sorts to raise awareness, borderline dehydration, blazing Summer heat

The Kids From Yesterday - Sunset, reminiscing hard, missing childhood/younger self, living in the moment, hand holding w/ friends, realizing you’re not actually alone, Summer into Fall

Vampire Money - Day, causing chaos with friends, so many crimes, more crimes,  scary teenagers, selling soul for fame, Summer in Los Angeles 

[conellu]

And Through It All (How Could You Cry For Me)

Hajime Hinata/GN!Reader

Izuru Kamukura/GN!Reader

Soulmate AU: First words your soulmate will say to you appear on your arm in the same color as their eyes

Posted on my AO3

Title from Sleep by MCR

You traced your fingers over the words on your wrist for what felt like the umpteenth time in a little over an hour.  The green they held was never your favorite color until you had actually heard the words spoken and looked into the eyes of your fated one, the one you were always going to be attached to, Hajime Hinata. --- Sitting on the bed next to Izuru was always an uncomfortable experience, your entire body wanted this, wanted to be near him, and you assumed his body called for yours as well but… It felt more like two strangers forced to sit in close proximity on a train.

Warnings: Izuru is a shitty soulmate, I am incapable of writing happy soulmates I guess (please don't read into that too much), reader is slightly obsessive, repetitive lines

“That’s me.”

You traced your fingers over the words on your wrist for what felt like the umpteenth time in a little over an hour.  The green they held was never your favorite color until you had actually heard the words spoken and looked into the eyes of your fated one, the one you were always going to be attached to, Hajime Hinata.  Even just thinking of his name, of his eyes, of him, made your stomach fill with an almost uncomfortable amount of butterflies in your stomach and a smile on your face that was so brilliant that you wouldn’t be surprised if you were genuinely glowing.  Despite having found your soulmate so long ago, the feelings never stopped and they might have even gotten more intense.  A lot of people told you that the feeling would eventually level out, that you would still have a burst of excitement when you see them, but you still felt like a lovesick child on a playground at the very thought of Hajime.

“That’s me.”

How many times have you traced your fingers over the gentle, though shaky, lettering since they first appeared?  How many times have you repeated the words to yourself, either audibly or just in your head?  How many times have you asked him to repeat those words to you, late at night through the phone when it’s late at night and your entire body aches for him- craves him being close to you and the best you can have is his voice?  Whenever you asked if he had done the same, the red that would burst on his cheeks would feel you with such an extreme amount of pride and overwhelming joy made you ask him again and again.  How he would never lose his patience with you was amazing, but also completely understandable- after all that was the point of soulmates, right?

“That’s me.”

His voice repeats in your head so often, you wouldn’t be surprised if you could imitate it with decent accuracy with his intonation.  Well, scratch that, you knew you could.  Some nights you’d repeat the words to yourself when Hajime was busy with other people or homework, over and over again until the words sounded fake coming from your mouth.  Was it obsessive?  Was it weird?  Or was it just how some people acted with their soulmates?  You never really thought about it too hard unless you were all alone and had no one else around to reassure you that what you felt was a completely regular side effect.

“That’s me.”

He said the words so confidently as he walked away from you, spoken to people you both believed would allow him to come back to you, to return to you as himself.  Your entire body cried for him, it aches before he had even left your sight.  The pain that rocketed through your body was so intense it felt like you were dying, your body knowing what was transpiring far before you did.  Looking down at your arm, wanting to trace your fingers over the words that meant so much to you, your eyes widen as new words blossom over your skin.  The green writing still remained but there was something new, the same words but in a different color, in a different writing entirely.

“That’s me.”

“That’s me.”

The yellow-green text just above the new red writing made your stomach churn uncomfortably, the usual comfort and enjoyment the words brought you was now replaced with complete unease.  The writing wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t shaky.  In comparison to the writing that Hajime’s had left on you, it looked as though you had a child’s writing and a parent’s writing etched on your skin, the red lettering flourished and was written in a way that made it evident that was nothing but complete confidence in how the person did everything.  What did it mean?  You had heard of soulmate markings disappearing after one’s death, but Hajime’s words were still on your skin- albeit a little more faded but still visible.  Your eyes darted around the room anxiously, what had happened?

“That’s me.”

“That’s me.”

Sitting on the bed next to Izuru was always an uncomfortable experience, your entire body wanted this, wanted to be near him, and you assumed his body called for yours as well but… It felt more like two strangers forced to sit in close proximity on a train.  Your legs anxiously kicked back and forth, feet not even close to hitting the ground.  You could feel his eyes hyper-focused on the movement and it just amplified all the anxiety and nerves that seemed to never leave your body in his presence.  He had once asked you to explain what Hajime was like, why you continued to stay near his new self even when your body was clearly and viscerally uncomfortable around him- despite his knowledge being far more than yours, far more than anyone’s, it was clear that this behavior was completely and fully perplexing to him.  He knew what soulmates were, no surprise at all, he knew the ins and outs of how they worked, he knew, he knew, he knew.  His hand rests on your leg for half a second before he pulls it away, as though his body reacted with no thought behind it.

“That’s me.”

“That’s me.”

Your body physically recoiled as his words hit you, his uncaring, cold words about how he was stuck with a completely boring soulmate and you were stuck with one who would never be able to return your feelings, never be able to love you as you once were, never be able to rid yourself of the complete and unyielding ache of emotions that conflicted with each other.  You didn’t realize that tears were pouring down your face until your hands involuntarily wiped them away.  Your eyes darted over your arms when you pulled your hands down, tears falling down your cheeks and trailing down your neck while some plopped softly onto the words that you hated seeing now.  He never moved towards you, though you know he has to want to, right?  His body wants to reach out and comfort you, wants to hold you close and whisper nothing but loving words, right?  You hear the bed squeak and you don’t even have to look to know he’s sitting on it, probably not even looking at your pathetic display anymore.

“That’s me.”

“That’s me.”

Both lines sent dread racing through your body, even after his (unfortunately true) words towards you, you still couldn’t leave.  Your head rests lazily against his shoulder, looking down at your arms as his eyes look at nothing in particular.  How many times have you cried, both away from him and in front of him?  Did it even matter?  The comfort you got was the same in either case, sometimes you got more comfort while you were alone sobbing than you did sitting next to your soulmate- sitting next to the one who fate decided would be the one to keep you safe, to keep you comforted, to let you know that you were loved.  The yellow-green of Hajime’s words sometimes looked more like a nearly healed bruised, a painful (though barely memorable anymore) reminder of what once happened.  The red of Izuru’s writing burnt your eyes, the flourishes remind you of blood spilt up and over your skin.  Your fingers still traced over the words, through Izuru’s words only, trying to feel any comfort from them.  No comfort ever came, your body ached for something that no longer existed.

“That’s me.”

[preciadosbass]

16/8/24 [3 DIYS!! key + significant photos at end]

woke up at 10:10, said goodmorning to boris and gave him his breakfast. i think he seems a bit better today, and he’s letting me be as affectionate as i always am. stayed scrolling on band/interest/scenemo related tiktoks and pinterest posts until i went to out to the living room to see boris. he was walked along the top of the sofa and settled onto my mum’s lap while me and her fussed him. i took a few photos because he’s just so cute. i went back in my room at 11 and continued doing my own thing. [scrolling on socials & went through my tiktok favourites] i watched true crime videos i’ve been saving up [because i always tend to find them when i’m falling asleep, and i cant sit there and listen for 10 mins while i struggle to keep my eyes open] and saved a few max green edits to my phone.

while going through my feed, i saw a post HMV made about falling in reverse’s new album. i then went onto spotify to check if it was out and it was!! when i listened to it; it seemed like it went by so fast, but maybe that’s because i’ve listened to quite a lot of the songs on there already. anyway, i really like it. i must’ve just assumed that it’s coming out in a few more weeks, because when i last looked at the countdown, the release date was ages away. i finished doomscrolling at 11:50 and made a couple of drafts to schedule for later today/tomorrow. once i was done, i wrote up to this point of this journal [all while listening to to popular monster of course]. i cant wait to hear the songs live HEHEHEHEHEE

i think i’d say trigger warning and ronald [obviously] are my favourites off the record. i really love the piano part on tw, i find it really cool when percussion instruments/[and other things like violin] are mixed into alternative songs. i don’t really expect the album to be the way it is, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, i like how deep the lyrics are and the theming of them. and i like how there’s a mix of different genres in there. i then went on pinterest to look for diy inspiration, although i’m usually just like - ah a bottlecap, i could make [X] out of that. i saw an apple cut into the shape of a crab and my first thought was i need to make that.

i went out into the kitchen, and before actually making it, i checked if boris was okay and on the driveway. i couldn’t see him so i checked the garden, the hall outside my room, and anywhere else i could think of. i ended up resorting to opening the front door and he was just stood on the doormat, staring at me. it was funny in a way because i was panicking and he was just relaxing. after seeing he was alright, i started cutting up the apple while listening to my main playlist. i finished and he looked nowhere near the photo i copied but he tasted good. [photo at end]

after eating him, i scrolled on my phone some more and then had the bright idea to make a kandi gecko [that i’ve already made multiple times, the last time on tuesday.] into a tiny beaded gecko. it was really hard to make as all the beads i used are different sides and i used clear elastic reel but i think he’s sweet looking. [photo at end] after putting him in my mcr trinket box i decided to get dressed so i could sit on the driveway with boris and not be overwhelmingly conscious. i took the outfit i ‘made’ from yesterday and changed the shirt up, along with a couple other things like how far down my undershirt went down on my arms.

i needed to get dressed for youth club anyways. i wore my silent hill shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a studded belt, a raccoon tail on the side of my belt loop, my kellin quinn necklace, a ying/yang necklace, knee high converse, those spiral earrings that are usually worn on stretched ears, and almost the same bracelets from yesterday [sleeping with sirens bracelet, mini spiked bracelet, can tab bracelet, panic! at the disco bracelet, crystal ball bracelet, a single row studded ‘cuff’, and a wooden bracelet.] [photo at end, ignore the blur at the top, my hair wasn’t straightened yet.] while getting ready i listened to my ‘the haunted’ cd. [one kill wonder] i’ve had it out on my desk for absolutely ages, meaning to listen to it, but i kept on forgetting.

i was speaking to myself while it was on so i wasn’t able to track my favourite song, but what i did hear was amazing. i admittedly haven’t listened to that kind of music in a while. i took a photo of my outfit for this journal and then went outside with boris at 3. like i’ve already mentioned, he seems okay as in he’s letting me stroke him now, but he keeps on flinching and ducking when there’s no sudden sounds. its really worrying me because it’s odd he’s walking so slowly and low to the ground. at 3:30 i started listening to a patrick stump podcast and took some rocks painted white and my paint pens outside. i saw someone had drawn on rocks to make them look like eyeballs and decided to do the same, but with boris.

i always struggle with drawing veins on eyes, although i’ve only done it once before for a pin. i ended up drawing way too many veins so they look a little odd but its whatever. i drew on them with the intention of putting them all in a jar and leaving it for display. [picture at end] i made ones with blue and yellow iris’s. i finished at 3:40 and then went inside to paint the pupil in with actual paint as my black paint pens dont work. then i went back outside with boris, and left for youth club at 5:20. nobody i recognised was there. i signed myself in and the people monitoring the sign in sheets asked me if i was okay and if i had any friends here. i said no and one of the staff started introducing me to people. which was kind of her, but incredibly embarrassing because i’ve been going for a while.

she showed me to a person who was coming for the second time. her and this other person ended their game of pool early because they heard that there was bingo being hosted. the girl sat down next to me and asked what bands i like. i said my chemical romance, paused, and then listed the bands that i have seen/am seeing in concert in the future. [somehow forgot to mention, but yesterday my mum secured tickets for me and my dad to see alice cooper. not at all my kind of music, but my dad wanted me to come with and it’s live music so why not.] she said she likes green day, and then something about a green day poster - and that was it. everyone came around the main table for olympic themed bingo. i didn’t speak to anyone for the entire 2 hours apart from that tiny interaction and when staff would make small talk with me.

the girl went off with another girl who was coming for the first time, and they did karaoke together. it was sweet but i felt so disheartened that i didn’t have more time to speak with them/the ‘conversation’ [if you can even call it that] ended immediately. i dont understand what i’m doing wrong, i was matching their energy. i wish people just wanted to be around me/speak to me. i left at 7:10 and was picked up by my mum and sister. once i got home, i stayed outside with boris until 8:30-40. i cant remember what i was doing on my phone in the meantime, but i highly doubt it was anything interesting. i know i did take a few videos of me cuddling him though because why not, hes my bestfriend.

once i got inside, i checked to see if the few rocks i’d painted were dry and then my parents left for a walk. i went live on instagram while painting the rest of the rocks + making this can room deco thing. it’s quite hard to explain, but its ultimately a stick with elastic hanging down, and the elastic goes into a coke zero and pepsi can. they obviously hang from the stick. once again, a useless craft, but its upcycling i guess, so. [picture at end] its yet to be hung anywhere so i’ll have to find a place on my wall for it which should be easy. while on live i listened to the rest of my the haunted cd, then a cannibal corpse cd, then danger days.

i was live from 9-11:20ish. there was two people there the entire time and one speaking in chat every now and then. i honestly just go live when i’m bored and cant think of a youtube video to watch that wont take my focus off whatever i’m doing. once it turned 11:20, i went off live and came outside to see boris. it was only brief because i didn’t fancy being outside in pitch black with those spiders around my feet. after i made myself some crackers and let boris inside at 12:15. by this time my sister was already arguing with my parents so i stayed out in the kitchen with him to make sure he was okay and not too overwhelmed by the noise.

i once again tried telling my sister to quiet down, but she ignored me. i stayed with boris until 12:50 and then went upstairs to my parents to ask questions about him. i did it as quick as i could because my dad agreed to letting me go to a bootsale tomorrow which means i’ll have to get up ridiculous early [for me, anyways]. i finished at 1:28, had a few naps, did my teeth, and said goodnight to boris at 2:15. i showed him what i’ve made today and told him about youth club. unfortunately his itchyness was really annoying him while i was speaking to him, but i tried my best to scratch whatever itch i could work out was causing him discomfort. i finished at 2:55, fed him, wrote this, and went to sleep at 3:30. im really on a diy grind right now.

🗝️ — boris/my cat, questions [about boris]/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he’s okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i’m hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

have a good day/night O_o

[popculture-hag-shit]

I Don't Love You Binding/Banishing Spell

Had a relationship that turned sour? Worried about ill intent causing issues in your life? Boy howdy do I have the spell for you!

What all you're gonna need:

🫙a small jar or container, making sure it's transparent (plastic is discouraged as it could warp due to hot wax)

🏷️ a tag lock of your intended recipient

🖋️a marker (sharpie works pretty well on glass and metal)

🌵thorns/pins/needles/whatever small sharp things are on hand

🧂salt

🌶️ dried hot pepper of some sort

🎵 the song "I don't love you" by mcr

🪞 a mirror

🕯️a candle (I use a beeswax candle bc that's what I've got on hand, feel free to use whatever you like)

Practice fire safety, make sure you have access to water and aren't wearing any loose clothing that could catch fire. Make sure your space is clear of anything that could catch fire. Also make sure this is a space you're okay with potentially getting candle wax on.

Set yourself up in front of a mirror, you'll be using it to reflect their bad intentions away from you and into the binding spell.

Start playing the song, I put it on loop because this spell can take longer than the duration of the song and you'll be using the song as a focus for this spell.

Light your candle.

Take your hot pepper of choice and add a layer to the bottom of your jar.

Take your taglock and gently press the thorns/needles/etc into the taglock being sure not to pierce it all the way through: the goal here is to show you have a sharp offensive but not to cause harm unless necessary.

Set your taglock inside the container, nestling it part way in the hot pepper. This is to make them feel the heat-- you're not harming them, but the implication is you're prepared to.

Fill the jar with enough salt that there's only a small amount of room between the salt and the top of the container. The goal is to use salt to cleanse any ill will they may send your way, so make sure the taglock is covered completely.

Take your candle and carefully tip it so the melted wax fills the container the rest of the way. This is to create a solid barrier, trapping any malicious intent from escaping.

You may want to wait til the wax has cooled before securing the lid on your container as it will be hot.

Once the lid has been secured, draw the nazar (protection from the evil eye) on the lid, sides and bottom of your jar.

Optional step to elevate this to a banishing spell; throw the container out.

If for some reason you think you might want to undo the binding spell in the future, keep the container. You will need to remove its contents in order to undo the binding spell.

[bennysubreddy]

INTRO POST !!

About Me:

I don't wanna give away my name or the nickname my friends call me so u can just call me bennysubreddy or benny for short

Born 05

They/them

I don't bother with labels in terms of my gender and sexuality, im just kinda here

I'm very socially awkward but i try my hardest to be nice, if I don't reply to u don't take it personally I just usually don't know what to say

I am THE frank iero twink death / dilf birth person

I have a side blog for my music collection @sound-jam

DNI / Interactions :

The regular tbh, if ur a biggot then gtfo

Idc what age u r, feel free to follow

I'm pretty much always down to be moots unless ur under 16 then I won't follow back

Bands / Artists I like:

* I'm a casual listener to most of these bands so don't expect to see all of these featured on my blog *

My Chemical Romance

Fall Out Boy

Circa Survive

L.S. Dunes

The Used

Anthony Green

Pencey Prep

Actually I cba to list every frank side project

Limp Bizkit

Misfits

Weezer

Smashing Pumpkins

Joy Division

My Upside Down

I won't list anymore bcuz its already a long list but here is my Spotify account, feel free to stalk it

Other Interests / Hobbies:

Video games

RESIDENT EVIL !!!!

Philosophy

Classic books

Slashers (especially Friday 13th)

Comics

Concerts

Drawing

MCR Misc:

I saw mcr 19/05/22 (MK Night 1)

I have no idea when i first started listening to them I think like 2018 ??? I was a casual fan for a while and only listened to a few songs until 2020 when I started listening to more of their stuff and started learning a bit about the band. I got fully involved in the fandom after I saw them live :3

My fave album is danger days and my fave song is save yourself, I'll hold them back

The light behind your eyes has a special place in my heart tho

I have lyrics from wttbp tattooed on me -> it was my first tattoo and it says "DO OR DIE"

I also got a stitches tattoo bcuz I saw Frank's stitches tattoo and thought it looked sick

I have I think 3 more mcr themed tattoos planned

I'm a Frank (not)girly

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Oooo! I’m excited for an Outsiders ship!

-Ok so, my hair is side tails and my bangs are dyed bubblegum pink, the rest is brown.

-I’m 4’11 and all my friends call me “4 foot of fury” or “Baby Coon”

- My favorite color is pink

- My style of clothing goes between Bimbo, Pastel Goth, Goth Bimbo, and Trad Goth!

- I listen to metal and rock (Three Days Grace, Skillet, Slipknot, Marilyn Manson, Theory of a Deadman, Disturbed, System of a Down, Falling in Reverse, Evanescence, Metallica, MCR, Breaking Benjamin, Hollywood Undead, Saint Asonia, and TX2)

- I also enjoy Musicals (Hamilton, Six, Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, Heathers, Mean Girls, Grease and Grease 2, Beetlejuice, Wicked, Epic, and I kinda count Hazbin Hotel as a musical)

- I also like club/sexual songs (Scotty Doesn’t Know, Sloppy Seconds, Such a Whore, Belly Dancer, Go Hard, Ashnikko Slumber Party and Stupid, Ayesha Erotica, etc)

-I also like drawing and cosplaying

-Have EXTREMELY bad mommy issues, daddy issues too but not as bad

Your Outsiders Ship: Johnny Cade!

Explanation: OK so starting off with appearances I think that Johnny Kay would be extremely attracted to you. I think he would stand out, especially with your Gothic bimbo style/traditional Goth. (Hey just like meee!) I personally think that he’s more into alternative people so I think he would absolutely love the way you look and just think about you all the time and always kind of have you on the back of his mind, but he would be scared as shit shit to come up with you, so Dallas would have to definitely push him (literally) to talk to you. I think that he really likes that you’re short and would definitely tease you about it. Based on your music taste, I think that you are kind of a bad ass and I think that Johnny would too. I think he really would like a lot of your music even if some of it is a little bit too intense for him he would let you know, and I hope that he would respect his boundary and you probably would. Speaking of which if you listen to sexual music around him, I think he would be so flustered he wouldn’t be able to even speak like he would just look at you with wide eyes like “what the shit is this man??” And I just honestly honestly don’t even even know if he would like it or not because he would be so flustered that he wouldn’t be able to even decide how he feels about the music itself. Anyway, you guys are kind of opposites, but not really vibes and I think you guys would be a really cute couple.

[toxic-spike-plumeria]

The Mural

Rated M for Mature for sexual themes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

Note: Takes part in my Cigarettes and Hibiscus universe, art description is inspired by MCR's Revenge era, and punk propaganda art. If it helps, I wrote the ending while listening "Welcome to the Black Parade".

The first time Plumeria had seen The Mural, as it was so affectionately called, was the day she had arrived in Spikemuth.  She didn't understand the meaning or sentiment behind it at the time, all she saw was beauty and art- on pitch black background was a side profile view of Piers, cyan eyes glinting with a large, dark starburst, as he sported his signature colors of black and white and magenta, underneath the portrait was a decaying, waving paperesque-stlyed banner that read “Our Lord of Sorrows”.  Below him to the left was another side profile of a young woman, with side shaved pigtails, and blue eyes that almost matched the man she was depicted beside.  Her colors were still vibrant, but softer, a bright baby pink and light gray with a deep indigo shadow, her banner reading “Spiritus Tenax”.  The portraits were graffiti’d in a mix of noir/deco/grunge, true to the anarchist style of the city leaders it displayed so proudly.  Plumeria was blown away by it, completely mesmerized, her drive to reconnect with her boyfriend all the stronger.  Just like the music notes behind him on the bricking, she followed the sounds of heavy guitars and eerily angelic vocals to her other half, pouring his heart out on stage, their eyes meeting, and worlds connecting in less than a second. 

He stopped mid song to embrace her, something that shocked everyone around, before leading her to the front, and continuing on.  Without knowing why the two Yell grunts acting security kept the strange, new woman safe from prying eyes and glares and stares of the others.  Something shifted in Spikemuth that day, everyone could tell.

A few more months had passed before The Mural was passed by again from either of the couple.  This time it was Piers who had noticed it, the image that had been there for so many years, ever since he took over the gym, suddenly changed overnight, raising a brow and piquing his interest.  He could see from the main road bold shades of rosy pink and lemon yellow highlights had been aurad'd around another figure that sat to Piers’ right.  Upon further inspection he smirked, noting the figure of his lover there, one leg bent to her chest, arms wrapped around it, tender eyes looking out.  She had no banner, but around her like a halo was the phrase “Tenebris Lux”.  He immediately took a picture and sent it to Plumeria, providing no explanation.  Something within his heart fluttered with a newfound pride for his city, and a new spark for her.  He couldn't wipe the smile from his face the rest of the way home, or when he took Plumeria to bed upon arrival.  

Tenebris lux: the light in the darkness.  And in the dark of their shared room, naked bodies twisting and breathing heavy, hearts full of passion and love, Piers could see why the painter, whomever they may be, gave her that as her descriptor.  Underneath his form, covered in sweat, panting hard and moaning loud, Plumeria was the only light he'd ever need.   And he'd swear she glowed with every orgasm, lighting up the room, and his soul.

Then just like that his light was snuffed out, and he was left in the darkness once again.  Her part in the mural became a memoriam, golden flecks and peace crosses added to her halo. Her once warm eyes now closed forever, covered by a blackened shroud.  The word ‘Sorrow’ in Piers’ title had been bolded, the paint dripping like the tears he often shed.

In Alola she was a martyr, though only to Ula’ula and Akala, where her efforts and sacrifice made way to revelation and freedom, but not without war.  And every war has casualties.  

The siblings had seen the update before they had seen the arrival.  And a striking update it was- the whole of The Mural had changed, from poses to colors; only the titles and art style itself stayed the same.  The mural now centered on the theme of family, with Marnie now sporting the official gym leader clothing of Spikemuth, her stare one of determination, eyes bright and large.  She held a wide stance, a dusk ball popped open with a freshly released Morpeko, metallic bronzed thunder bolts painted over small splashes of magenta and baby pink , the rest of her portrait grayscale monochrome, except for the blue in her eyes.

Piers was stationed above her to the left, donning his performance uniform of plaid distressed pants and a printed tee with a spiked jacket, his trusty Obstagoon modeled to his left side, rocking out in its signature pose, both monochrome save for Piers’ cyan eyes and splatters of aquamarine and violet shadowing them.  His notorious medallion and jacket spikes had been accentuated with a metallic silver paint, adding definition and shine. His face, crying the last he saw, was dark and energized, his fist raised in rebellion.   

Lastly, to his right stood Plumeria, her left arm up, holding a metallic golden ball of light, while Alohi was cradled in her right arm.  She was dressed in her signature concert outfit- high rise pleather shorts paired with split top halter and fishnet shirt, completed by the studded leather jacket Piers had gotten made for her, and her signature fashion boots.  A halo of metallic golden paint adorned her head, and her eyes were flaked golden as well.  Harsh blotches of yellow and rosy acted as a backsplash against the monochrome, much like how Marnie's and Piers’ portraits were done. And all around her body were the scars Guzma had left when Piers had followed her to Alola.  Right before she was gone forever…but who here would know about those?

The banner waved anew, freshly painted and waved so that all three bore their titles: Our Lord of Sorrows, Spiritus Tenax, and Plumeria’s new title- Our Lady of Resilience.  Upon further inspection Marnie noticed that the banner wasn't the only thing ‘freshly’ painted. The whole mural had been redone recently, the fumes still wafting in the air, if barely, and further down the alleyway were the empty cans of colors, appropriately discarded into their respective receptacles. 

Piers had never run so fast in his life.  The only way anyone could know about the scars was to see them.  He damn near busted the door down to the apartment, Marnie hot on his trail.  And when they finally entered, they say a very confused Plumeria looking around, before being tackled in a crushing, loving embrace by her other half.  She was real, she was here, and she was alive.  Piers sobbed in her arms, joined soon by his sister, both having missed the Alolan in their own way. That night Piers made another vow to her, so that he would never be far from her again.  He couldn't bear it.

The mural only changed twice more after that.  When Plumeria joined Marnie as a co host  to the gym, her outfit and pose on the mural were changed to reflect her poison type colors of neon green and electric purple. Her hand now holding a poison barb, and Alohi's evolution into Veneon was updated.  

The final time it changed was the day Piers and Plumeria wed.  Their colors, for the most part, stayed the same- monochrome clothes with splashes of their personal pallets behind them, save for the color of their eyes, and the newly adorned metallic silver and gold coronets above their heads.  They were modeled in their wedding clothes, Piers in his distressed and spiked tuxedo and jacket, and Plumeria in her layered satin and mesh corseted gown.  They faced each other, Plumeria holding a bouquet of her name bearing flowers along with their sacred fire blooms from Alola. Piers held her chin in his hand, tilting her head slightly, ready to lean in for the matrimonial kiss.  The banner twisted around them this time, reading the phrase “Tenebris Tenetur, Lux Est”. Two smaller scrolls below their portraits revealed their new titles: Our King of Pains, Our Queen of Hearts.  Marnie had been removed from this mural, having her own now, located across on the other side of the alley.  She still wore her uniform, and was still posed with her Morpeko, the metallic bronzed bolts shimmering over a scattering of her colors, matching a metallic bronze tiara above her head.  On her banner was her new title as well: Our Lady of Tenacity.  And this was how Spikemuth's royalty stayed immortalized.

[strange-creature-222]

HELLO, WELCOME, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A SEAT? RELAX, GET COMFORTABLE, TAKE A SECOND IF YOU NEED TO

Here's my little blog site thingy, I'd recommend using it while viewing my blog, so the posts aren't annoying white blocks

Y'all can call me Creature, Archivist, or scourge , I go by it/they pronouns, as well as any neopronouns

MORE INFO BELOW [warnings, interests, tags, blinkies, and is that a playlist of songs I like?]

One: GENERAL WARNING FOR INSECTS, ARACHNIDS, AND OTHER CRITTERS IN THIS BLOG

I SHOULD ALSO ADD THAT IM REALLY INTERESTED IN JUST ABOUT ANY OTHER ANIMAL THAT PEOPLE FIND SCARY

Two: this is my only account, I don't have a side blog or art blog right now, if you specifically want to see my art you can use my art tag (tags listed below)

Three: I block freely so I'm not writing a big dni, don't interact if you fall under basic dni criteria (racists, pedos, nazis, etc. You know who you are), terfs don't interact (although I don't see why you decided to come here in the first place)

Four: WARNING FOR EYESTRAIN!!!! I LIKE BRIGHT COLORS!!!! Oh and eyes, A lot of eyes

I tend to avoid flashing lights, they don't cause me pain but they're really annoying

If I should start tagging stuff as warnings just ask <3 I might not be amazing at it but I'll try

SOME STUFF IM INTERESTED IN

Wings of fire*

Will wood*

Warrior cats*

Wander over yonder

Lemon demon*

Animaniacs

Ride the cyclone

Hamilton

The beetlejuice musical

The Jekyll and Hyde musical*

Tally hall

Miracle musical

Jack stauber

Lackadaisy

Gravity falls

Across the spider-verse

Birds (mainly birds of prey)

Sea Creatures

Bugs

animals that people find scary in general

Fossils

history

Space

Rats

My chemical romance*

The owl house

The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde*

The glass scientists*

The Magnus Archives*

A bunch of other things

*starred interests are ones I mainly post about*

MUSIC

MY TAGS

MY ART POSTS

#creature draws : this one has my art!

#creatures neon dragons : this one has some simple brightly colored sketches of dragons on a black background (im not sure I'm continuing this, all posts here are old)

#super cool art : other peoples art that I reblog

#creatures comic collection: comics that I reblog, I will still also put comics in the art tag

MY TEXT POSTS

#creatures ted-talks / #creatures ted talks : these have my text posts, stuff where I talk (I don't do so very often)

#creature answers : this one has my answers to asks and responses to tags

MY REBLOG STUFF

#creature rambles In someone else's post : self explanatory, I talk in someone else's post

#very important post (vip) : this one has posts I find important, nowadays I stick to things with helpful links

#creatures faves : posts I really like

#creatures faves² : posts I really really like

#creatures saved files : this one has things I want to save for later

#creatures saved files art edition : art tips and color palettes I wanna save

INTERESTS

#wee woo : will wood related stuff

#silly music people doing silly things : other musician related stuff (where you'll find lemon demon and mcr posts grouped together, yaaayy!!)

#casualdejekyll and formaldehyde : Jekyll and Hyde related stuff

#Normal British archives : The Magnus Archives related stuff

#wof of fire : wings of fire related stuff

#warrior kitty cats : warrior cats related stuff

(edit 2/20/24 THEY TOOK THE YELLOW TEXT AWAY WHAT THE FUCK)

Any now for a collection of blinkies and banners (credits in tags)

HERE'S MY PRONOUNS PAGE, THIS HAS MY NAMES, PRONOUNS, WHAT WORDS YOU SHOULD CALL ME, AND OTHER QUEER STUFF

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

I posted 13,324 times in 2022

247 posts created (2%)

13,077 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@inlovewithhisblueeyes

@nuggsmum

@littlefreya

@angryschnauzer

@grounded-in-light

I tagged 1,641 of my posts in 2022

#my chemical romance - 278 posts

#mcr - 274 posts

#gerard way - 149 posts

#ask lisa - 135 posts

#the umbrella academy - 85 posts

#comment reply - 83 posts

#shameless self reblog - 81 posts

#frank iero - 79 posts

#tua s3 spoilers - 71 posts

#henry cavill - 54 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#don't mind me i'm a little frustrated with myself that i could have gone to bonn but decided against it bc my dog has had surgery

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Which of Henry’s characters would have to be terrorized into charging their phone?

Based on a convo with @wolvesandhoundshowltogether

Mikey

Mikey let's his die without noticing, only to be pissed to see it's dead when he needs it. Honestly impressive because his Nokia battery lasts a week at least. If he had a smartphone, he’d have games or other apps on it that’d kill his battery within a few hours. And if you told him to go charge it, he’d be like “I still have 5%, it’s fine.” You’ll have to drag him to the charger or take his phone from his hands, because once his phone died he’d be all pouty.

More characters under the cut.

Clark

Clark doesn't need his phone that much. He'll hear you from everywhere and be there before you can even call him. If it’s an emergency or if you just wanted him to pick something up on the way home, he could hear it in your distressed gasp or disappointed sigh. But it is because of this that you need to remind him to charge his phone. To be completely honest, he doesn’t really like doing it because the buzzing of electricity is way too loud for him when he tries to sleep.

See the full post

193 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

#4

Wow okay this quiz just came for my throat

what romance trope are you?

i hate everyone else in the world but you

damn how is it constantly feeling like you're second best? you feel like you are never your favourite person's favourite person. you want someone to love you more than everyone else in their life because your jealousy issues will never let you know peace. i get it.

223 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#3

This is my contribution for tonight.

251 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

#2

Having a sexy time with henry but then you remember the argyle hair in the middle of riding the man 😭😭😭😭

oh no 😂😂😭😭😭😭

I’m sorry Henry, but I still don’t like the hair 😬

warning: smut, silly something under the cut

You're riding him. Panting. Your head thrown back in pleasure, your eyes closed. Feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the peak, you open your eyes and lean foreward to kiss him. Only to freeze mid-way.

His hair is just growing out of that horrible haircut that you hated to see on him. Fuck! you thank every hair deity there is - if there even is one - that it didn't destroy his beautiful curls that you love so much. But with his head in the fluffy pillow, his sweat-soaked hair looks like it's standing straight up.

"I can't," you pant, halting the movement of your hips. "I can't do this."

To say he's confused is an understatement. But he's even more concerned. "Are you okay, baby?" he says in a strained voice - he must have been close too. "Is something wrong?"

"Uhm..." To be honest, you feel bad. Bad that you ruined what had started to great. But you couldn't. You love him, but this hairstyle... it was a major turnoff, at least for you. "No...? It's just... fuck, it's so stupid."

He's drawing comforting circles on your hips with his thumbs. "C'mon, tell me."

You take a deep breath, letting the air out in a sigh. "It's your hair," you confess, "it reminded me of that godawful cut for your last movie. And I just... I mean... you know what it did to me."

You don't dare to meet his eyes, not even when you hear him chuckle.

"Alright then."

You yelp as he tosses you off him on the other side of the bed, pulling your hips up so you're in one of his favourite positions.

"Then we'll do it like this," he grunts, sliding back into you from behind.

416 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sunshine Smile

(i found these pictures on Pinterest, don't own any of these pictures)

SUMMARY: You catch a certain someone's eye at a festival in your village

PAIRING: Geralt x reader (2nd person POV /3 person POV)

WARNINGS: none, pure fluff, maybe a tiiiny pinch of angst?

A/N: neither beta'd or proofread, typos we're going down swingin'! This little drabble was inspired by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether and the picture she sent me of Geralt. Little note about the moodboard: it's only to give you an idea of the setting and overall mood, the reader is not described in my story.

WORD COUNT: no idea

TITLE: Sunshine Smile

Writers live off validation. If you liked it please like, comment and reblog 💕 thank you for reading 💖

*~*~*~*

The village square was bustling with life, already this early in the morning. The decorations had been already but up yesterday, children had watched the men work with wide eyes, asking their mothers how long now. "One more sleep," they had said, as you listened from your seat on the windowsill, a basket full of flowers next to you as you crafted your headpiece for the festival.

You had heard the excited talk of some girls too, as they went home from the tavern last night. "A bard! And he'll stay for tomorrow!" You were sure the whole village would dance until their feet were sore far into the next week.

As if suddenly waking from a trance, you push yourself up from the windowsill, where you watched the lively morning bustle, and rush over to your small closet, your dress for today already hanging on the door. The nicest dress you own, reserved for only weddings and well, village festivals. The shimmery skirt would catch the sunlight beautifully, you smile to yourself.

Not much later, you find yourself in the village square, browsing the stalls for a nice breakfast, a hard choice; the baker had gone overboard creating the most delicious pastries for today.

You keep on exploring, looking for your friends, a dance in your step, twirling from time to time to the song of the musicians playing at every corner. And then your hear him, the bard those girls had been gushing about last night. His voice luring you across the square towards the small makeshift but decorated stage like a siren song. You gaze up at him in awe, never had you heard a more beautiful voice.

You only snap out of your staring when you're rudely poked in the ribs.

"We've been looking for you everywhere!" your friend squeals and grabs you by the wrist. "Come on, let's go to the others! Let's dance!" She pulls you away, giggling.

The other girls shriek and hug when you reach them, before pulling you to dance. And you dance, twirling around to the bard's tunes with no care in the world.

- Third Person POV -

He doesn't know why she caught his eye the way she did. Maybe it was her dress, the shimmery skirt catching in the bright spring sun. Maybe it were the flowers weaved into her hair and into an intricate crown on her head. Or maybe it was her bright smile, the joy on her face and in her voice as she talked to the girls around her. He didn't know, but what he knew was that by merely watching her, his mood had lifted by a lot. She was sunshine incarnate.

When the bard told him about the festival in the village they'd pass, he was sceptical. He had no desire of staying at a place for longer than necessary. But he changed his mind so suddenly. When he saw her dancing, he was glad Jaskier somehow managed to talk him into staying.

This girl... A warm feeling bloomed in his chest and a small smile tugged at his lips as he watched her dance like only a careless girl from a village could. She doesn't know about the horrors of the wild and... At this moment, he was almost relieved. He doesn't know her. He probably wouldn't even talk to her for the duration of his stay, but he wanted to preserve her light at all costs. He wanted to protect her, care for her. Twirl her around the village square.

"No!" he scolded himself. Introducing himself to her would corrupt her innocence. She was the sun and he... he was a large dark cloud. His mere presence was a bad omen. His presence meant death, pain and violence. "To protect her, he must stay far away," he told himself. Even if it meant never seeing your beautiful smile again, which he found himself addicted to all of the sudden.

A small voice ripped him out of his thoughts.

"If that isn't the famous White Wolf!" she said. "I thought witchers were supposed to have no feelings, then why are you standing here with that smile on your face? I must say, it suits you."

His golden eyes focus on her, an inviting smile painted on her lips. He wants to respond, but nothing comes to mind.

"I figured you might be thirsty." She smiles up at the white haired witcher, and lifts her hand that holds a big tankard of ale.

"Thank you," he mutters, taking it from her. From you.

Shit! You weren't supposed to go to him. But maybe... Maybe he can have you and your light.

702 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

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[lonleywriters-blog]

I’m not sure if you still do matchups but if you do could I get one for Gotham, Harry Potter, and for Stranger things please?

I’m 19, and 5 foot 2 inch tall. I’m on the skinnier side at like a solid 110 lbs with a bit of a tummy. I also get told alot I have a baby face and look younger than I am. I’m also on the weaker side, but I’m quick and generally pretty agile.

I am Non-Binary (She/He/They) but present feminine and while all terms are fine gender wise I tend to use feminine terms like Girlfriend or Mother for example. I’m also Queer, I just am really attracted to anyone and don’t use labels but I tend to have a preference for men.

I have shoulder length black hair and bangs and my hair has a bit of wave too it and is pretty fluffy most of the time. I also have green eyes.

My style is kind of a combo of Punk and Emo depending on my mood for the day, I wear a lot of Black with Reds or Purples.

I’m into a lot of alternative rock music like MCR, Fall out boy, (old) Pan!c at the disco, Falling in reverse, ect. But I also like Midwestern Emo, Classic rock, Punk, Really most rock adjacent genres- and I actually really enjoy Classical music!

(I’m also a bit of a theatre kid!)

I’m quite the nerd and some of my favorite things are Marvel(I’m a big Spider-Man fan), Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Lord of the Rings, Dungeons & Dragons, Gotham, Stranger things, I love a lot of horror, Slasher, and thriller movies.

I also really love animals, I have a fear of the ocean and bugs so not like fish or insects. BUT Mammals I really love. From cats to bears to Opossums, you name it. Love all the furry little friends.

I have social anxiety and autism so alot of the time I struggle talking to people and making friends, I’m more on the shy side as I worry about embarrassing myself. I tend to open up more as I get closer to people and over time I become my loud and fun self. I’d say I’m a pretty funny person, I’m pretty giggly and it’s not at all hard to make me laugh.

My love language primarily is physical touch- I am very clingy to my partner, I’m a big cuddler. I like to always have some point of contact weather that be hugging or holding hands or even just our legs touching slightly. but I honestly really enjoy all the love languages, and especially love giving my partners gifts and words of affirmation.

I would do like anything for the person I love, even if I gotta fight someone to protect them I’ll do it! The people I’m close to mean alot to me and I’d be willing to put myself in danger if it means keeping them safe.

It also doesn’t help that I tend to get attached to people pretty quickly.

And it’s quite often I act impulsively and act without thinking too much into it. Like say, punching someone in the face because they insulted my partner. Probably should have taken a moment to think and NOT done that but hey- worth it.

And that’s all I could think of, hopefully it’s enough and also sorry if you don’t do matchups anymore I’m like new to finding your account but I love all the stuff I’ve read of yours!!

I think for Gotham

He fits your aesthetic. I also feel he would understand you being shy and help you. He also loves animals and would love a pet. I think you would share hobbies.

He is actually really sweet to you. He loves the way you dress and all the colors. He will help you when you feel shy or scared. He is always there for your ups and downs.

I think she would be so sweet and understanding. She loves your aesthetic and will let you give her makeovers sometimes. Compliments 24/7. Takes you to letting zoos and other animal places.