#now i have to pretend i cant read your mind' or something and that came to mind when i thought about shaw and the machine

[halforcdad]

I watched POI when it already finished airing so whenever I see someone said they watched it when it was still airing I went

Oh honey

Oh dear

Oh sweetie

You watched it live?? You watched 5x10 live?? Not knowing whats going to happen??? *Give you a hug*

I already know what was coming and still that episode left me heart broken just shattered emotionally (which is to say, also, that good writing can still make an impact even when the audience knows what's going to happen so take notes Marvel)

On another note, the 4x11 self-sacrifice lives in my head rent-free. "If you die die for something that you love" and "i'm a sociopath i dont have feelings" then she goes and kisses Root and saves them all I am on the floor bawling

the funny part is i saw bts photos from the finale that showed root and reese together and i naively thought, 'ok cool they still might die, but at least they survive until the end' and the writers really said Lol. but considering the type of show it was (and what happened to carter) and how dire things were going in s4-s5 i kinda prepared for character deaths leading up to the season. it left me numb and sad for a while, but i dont remember being extremely devastated about it. all the stuff we got with shaw dealing with it afterwards, however, that shit hurt bad. and unfortunately i love angst a lot (the writers were very good at writing sad stuff!)

my main complaint is that the death was so sudden and kinda anticlimatic (but i guess there has to be one of those to further stress how much their backs were against the wall). everyone else in the show gets a poetic death/sacrifice scene and in carter's case, at least she was killed by a significant villain in her arc and we're allowed to really feel the pain and consequences of her death, root gets taken out by a guy who started the job like two weeks ago and no time to mourn bc we're in a war Lol (and they had to rub salt in the wounds by showing us her for-sure dead body and telling us samaritan dug it up to get her implant, which while realistic, was brutal).

i feel like a lot of people talk about it as one of the worst writing decisions, but i can see why they chose to keep root's fate the same. yes, it sucked to losing a wlw character (especially when that was so close to clexa, if im not getting my times wrong), but i don't believe lgbt media should only be happy, soft stuff and that lgbt characters should be plot armor protected always. i still found a lot of meaning and emotion in the ending we got with shaw carrying on the work her team left behind with the machine and having some small piece of root to hold on to (and shaw being the only one next to fusco who never really had a lot of direct contact with the machine, getting the chance now to work closely with it and understand root more maybe that way). the show was always dealing with death/loss and grief and emphasizing how people still leave significant legacies behind and stay with us even if it's just the influence and impact they left on their surviving loved ones. i would still prefer if it had ended differently, but at least I could understand the message they were going for.

ill never stop loving 4x11 it's genuinely one of my favorite tv episodes ever. poi was very good at normalising shaw's apd and everything they did with shaw and especially what they did in the aftermath of that episode ripped me to shreds (her telling simulation root that she was her safe place and then telling real root she'd rather die than get them all killed, that made me totally normal). shaw getting the big emotional, meaningful moments in 4x11 (in the machine's simulation when she shows root one last act of kindness with 'maybe someday', the subway scene with the bomber, and of course the ending scene) was so important and well done. and root's slow-moed reactions at the end were gut-wrenching i must have rewatched that scene maybe 1000 times.

[gamblersdoll]

nsfw, cnc mention, rough sex, spit, spanking, degrading, deku using blackwhip, manipulation. lmk if i didnt tag it. attempted kidnapping, stalker themes implied.

an: its been edited for more… fantasy.

the city was clear skied at night, civilly looking and dressed by the way. no villains were out, crime was semi dying downing and only left to maybe crimes that occurred twice a month. even then, it wasnt like it was eliminated.

maybe the universe was trying to give you and izuku, the number two pro here, after todoroki, a chance at happiness. maybe a saving grace, it could be. it only started after you and izukus marriage, it was a good thing. the media went crazy about you and izuku marrying , screaming how it wasnt meant to be.

thats the only reason it brought izukus rating down, because of a damn relationship. it wasn’t supposed to be you and izuku, it was just supposed to be ochako and izuku. yet, izuku always assured you that you were his true love.

and maybe that saving grace after the marriage was short lived, since crime spiked back up, immediately too.

and it was one that was very, destructive. which only meant a specific person that unfortunately fell into the hands of crime when he was attempting to be a hero.

dynamight.

izuku often did search for him, attempting to find his childhood best friend who desperately wanted to be a hero. but would always come up empty handed..

this time was different.

“izuku!” you screamed, keeping the door open and just staring at the horrifying box in front of you. he comes stumbling down the stairs, hand on your hip and bug eyed at the box.

someone has it out for you, bad. and they have your address, presumably pretending to be usps. or it was someone who worked at the delivery company, sending you body parts for and as an act of love.

it didnt make sense to you.

“are you going to be okay when im gone, love?” izuku says, tightening up his hero boots and looking to you. you nod, feeling his hand caressing your cheek and kissing your lips. “good. i love you.”

“i love you.” you say back, watching him depart from you in a instant. he had to go to the americas for a mission, supposedly. there was a big problem over there and they needed as many heroes as possible.

thats what heroes do, right?

thats what you at least remind yourself, since you were on active leave because of a big mission you did. you were forced to take a break, since your arm and shoulder were damaged. you were only discharged a couple months ago—

“grab the girl!” a rando shouted, a hand over your mouth and a knife to your throat. you were fucked, dropping your phone in a scramble and you damn sure couldnt use your fucking quirk. “what a lucky day! just my damn luck–!”

and you heard him gargle, was he that fucked in his mind he had gone rabid? his hands drop, his heavy weight pushing into you and you.. move away? you look to see what had happened, only to see his head had became scrambled.

you feel a cold sweat, your stomach churning and it feels like you could vomit. sure, youre a pro now— that doesnt mean you cant feel a little sick from the gore of the scene. you look to the wall, reading it.

‘youre welcome.’

someone had saved you? it was that quick? you look around the area, top and bottom. there wasnt a gunman, nor was there any traces. you scramble to find your device, calling izuku.

please, pick the fuck up.

“baby?” he asks, sounding concern.

“i almost got kidnapped—“ you start, but you think that izuku would freak out. but.. hes more calm. “but, the weirdest shit happened, the perp just.. died behind me! his head.. its like halfway gone, and i guess whoever the ‘hero’ of the night is, basically said i was fucken welcomed.”

“youre okay though, right?” izuku asks. no, youre not fucking okay, you just almost got abducted and someone blew someones head off behind you! you grunt a response, “okay, get home safe, okay bunny?”

yeah, right.

yet, something felt.. off about him when he came back. he said he would be back by the twentieth of july, and it was the fucking first of august.

“where have you been?” you ask, worried, scared, nervous, angry, confused all hit you at the same time. it felt like hell, you didn’t want to be that insecure wife that questioned her husband each day.

“something came up, im sorry baby.” he apologized, coming over to hold you and kiss your cheek. “you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

“i..” you try and start, but the words just got stuck into your throat.

“you?” izuku tries to help, but it looks like he didnt want to hear it. feigning confusion and worry on his face, not like you could tell.

you were too in love and worried to even pay attention.

“i.. i forgive you.” you say, shaking those negative feelings and thoughts away from your body. it was good that you did that, you never did well with it.

good, according to plan.

you both went to sleep peacefully that night, you did at least…

until you didnt, you were a light sleeper. and of course, you heard something. something wasnt right, no, it was too hot. izuku mustve changed the temperature in the house.

your feet move , still groggy and looking at the thermostat.

seventy-nine degrees?! did he want both of you to fucking boil!? you curse under your breath, changing it back to the original temperature, at least sixty degrees. yet, something still didnt feel right—

creak!

you think its izuku, so you go back upstairs. that boy was still asleep—

creeakk!

someone or something was in the house, and you shake him. “izuku, somethings in the house.” you silent shout, knowing he wasnt that heavy of a sleeper. was he really that tired to where he wouldnt wake to do a check in the house?

fine, be that fucking way, deku.

you go on your own, and you tiptoe in your own fucking house.. how comical. but there is a lingering smell, it wasnt a familiar smell.

or at least, not yours or izukus.

you check each room, there wasnt anything.. and then back downstairs. maybe you were paranoid—

no, the fuck you werent. or maybe you just see a big ass shadow man sitting in the corner of the living room. you stop in your tracks, you have to be making eye contact with this.. thing.

he clears his throat, tapping his foot, and goes to stand up–

“midori—mff!” you try to shout for him, but a hand comes around your mouth and you can smell it, chloroform.

you wake up finally, groggy and trying to remember what had happened, but you see him, bakugou. you remember his suit, his hair, those mean, red eyes that you had first fallen in love with.

“nothin’ to say?” he starts, pulling his hands out of his gloves and crouching in front of you. “welcome home, beauts.”

“zuku!” you try, but bakugou just laughs.

“he’s probably still asleep, he was always a heavy sleeper.” bakugou started again, “izuku?” he mocks, looking around and back to you. “still asleep.”

“you—“

“yeah yeah, im a villain, this that ‘n the third.” he mumbles, kissing your cheek then getting close to your ear. “but i saved you, didnt i?” he whispers, “youre welcome.”

and it clicks, he was the one that blew the guys’ brains out.

you hear a door open, and a tuff of green hair. izuku walks in, standing in the doorway and dynamight just looks at him. “izuku! please..” you say, knowing he would save you.

“oh, hey kacchan.” he simply says, walking over and dapping him up. it confused the fuck out of you, and he just looks at you like there isnt a fucking villain in front of you. “hi, baby.”

“midoriya, what the fuck are you doing?!” you shout, “do you not see him?” you question, feeling bakugou get behind you and release you.

“oh, i do.” he replies, kissing your cheek and releasing blackwhip to restrain you. “guess we should talk about it.”

talk about what?! that he allowed a villain inside?

you glare at him, and katsuki laughs. “oh, thats a mean ass look. could make me fold in a minute.”

“izuku.” you repeat, staring at him. “did.. you plan this?” you ask, hoping and praying to whatever god there was that you were wrong, like this was a bad dream and you were stuck.

“yeah, ive been wanting to tell you that.” he starts, seeing how your heart drops to your ass. “before you get all worried, its also technically your fault.”

now how in the mother fuck.

“how?” you ask, growing paranoid, angry, scared.

“did you not realize that the usps label was slightly ripped?” he asks, showing the box with the finger and the tongue inside of it. it makes you gag, and katsuki shushes you in consolation. “did you not realize that the perp who wanted to ‘kidnap’ you was our priest from our wedding?”

thinking back on it now.. maybe it was. no, it was our priest.

“but.. why kill the pre—??”

“he knew what was going on, and was trying to save you. as if you needed to be saved.” katsuki interrupted, brushing your hair back.

“and to be honest, all three of us were technically married. it was meant to be.” katsuki adds, showing the marriage license.

the three were.. married? meant to be?

riiipp!

you feel your sleep shorts be ripped off, looking to izuku for some sort of reasoning. he gets closer, kissing your lips and then looking back to katsuki. “be careful with her, you havent fucked her, ever.” he says, tightening blackwhip and smiling. “he’s going to be gentle this time, okay?”

you feel warmth around your slit, moaning out and you hate how you sound, the fact this was even arousing pissed you off.

why was it arousing?

“fuck, shes so sweet..” katsuki groans, licking at your clit and suckling. his heavy cock gets heavier, pulling you close and slipping into your walls.

“zuku!—“

“wrong name, baby.” katsuki rasps, pulling your hips back and thrusting into you. “ha..haaah!” he pants out, tongue lolled out and drooling onto your ass. “oh, ive wanted this, ive wanted thiss!”

“its okay, bunny, see how hes being so sweet with you?” izuku speaks, kissing you cheek. he looks at your crossed eyes, fists balled up and he rubs your knuckles.

this feels wrong, but it doesnt feel so bad.

or was it you being corrupted that manipulated you into thinking that?

it was definitely the corruption of your walls that shot to your mind, your ass burned from the constant slam of his hips into them. “fuck, wanted you since the day i saw you!” he growls, spitting onto your back and wrapping a arm around your neck.

and this fucker izuku just watches.

“going to make you mine, mine!” katsuki says, feeling your corrupt walls squeezes around him in ecstasy, which causes him to break you. he slaps your ass, digging his nails into the tender flesh as he holds onto you for support. “gunna’ cum in you, fuck ive wanted this so bad!”

it makes izuku hard.. really.

“wanted to watch you slut yourself out to deku.. wanted to watch you get cock drunk of’fa me!” he babbles, turns out he was getting pussy drunk off of you. he licks up your back, biting into your shoulder and whispers into you. “do you feel it? do you feel how much of a slut you are? huuhh?”

he whines his hips slow, laughing all mean and slapping your backend again. “oh, god, youre so much sexier in person!” he says, eyes dilating and he licks his canines. “fuck, just like that, going to fuckin cum!—“

he creams inside of you, feeling his seed spilling out of your walls. izuku only chuckles, lifting your head up to see your eyes.

your eyes were low and heavy, you had been in and out of consciousness. “see? we can all be a big happy married couple.”

—

“aand, cut!” the director says, katsuki just laughs and picks you up, blackwhip releasing you.

“you okay, mama?” he asks, squishing your cheeks and looking at your eyes. “shit, grab her water, idiot!” katsuki yells to the backstage, them rushing to the fridge.

“sugar, you okay?” izuku asks, tapping each part of your skin to bring your back down to earth. you nod, both men sighing in relief as katsuki helps you drink the cold water. “we didnt go to hard, did we?”

“mm, mm..” you respond, lazily looking up to them. “did me dirty though, having me in damn near eighty degree house.”

katsuki boisterously laughs, “that was my fault, forgot to turn it down, mama.” he says in a kiss.

[beefboyandbabygirl]

this is my first (1st!!) ever request so im sorry if im not clear or if anything is too vague.. </3 just had a thought about virgin!svt member (any one of your choice) x experienced but shy reader?? like they usually tease each other like crazy and reader is kind of cocky and all bratty (basically all talk) but when it comes to actual sex they're unexpectedly crazy shy and the member just 😞😞 cant get enough... im just curious about how you'd write the dynamic :) it can be vice versa as well! feel free to write about whoever comes to mind when you read this!

- anon 🐱❤️

oh my gooood im so honored to be ur first request hihi <3 i hope u like it!!

Show me how

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pairing: seungkwan x fem!reader

genre: smut, first time, fluffish

warnings: unprotected sex, handjob, mentions of oral, kissing, mentions of making out, veryyyy slight degredation, mentions of restraint, mentions of masturbation

beefboy quotes: "kitten wants seungkwans cock🤧" (im sorry for including this but it made me laugh) "IM WET".

wordcount: 1k

a/n: phew this was a difficult one. im practising writing more detailed smut and do a little less plot lmao. beefboy says its working so im going to trust i did okay haha.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is happening right now.” 

What you had told Seungkwan was true. You were fairly experienced when it came to sex. However, experienced didn’t exactly equate to confident, even though you might have given him that idea. And it wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t like you had tried to fool him, or pretend you were something you weren’t. All the dirty secrets whispered to make him blush, the not-so-accidental brushes of your ass over his crotch or fingers over his chest, were done out of pure love and adoration. You liked to tease him, and he absolutely loved when you teased him. 

You just wanted his first time to be special, and now you were afraid it was all ruined. 

“No, why are you apologizing? You’re doing great.”

He was laid out beneath you, already all sweaty and glowy from the heavy makeout session that had prompted the current situation. A large hand gently came in touch with one of the thighs straddling his torso, silently saying it’s okay, we’re okay. And his pupils were all blown out, and the room was dimly lit and humid. It was beautiful and perfect. He was perfect, and you were ruining it. 

It all felt completely upside down to you. That he was giving the reassuring words and the calming touches when he was supposed to be the nervous one. He didn’t look nervous at all. He sported that confident smile, the inquiring tilt of his head and he was shirtless underneath your bare thighs. 

“I just feel like I've let you down. Like I made you expect all these things for tonight, that I was supposed to be all dominating, and sexy and what not-”

“Babe, you’re literally so fucking sexy.” 

“Oh yeah, suddenly having a mental breakdown in the middle of your boyfriend's first time. So sexy of me.”

Without replying he grabbed you by the hips, giving them a gentle squeeze and locking eyes with you for permission. Your ‘yes’ was barely a whisper. Slowly, he shuffled you further down his body, so you were positioned over his cock. His hard cock. Really hard and also, really big. Not that you were surprised. 

“You feel that?” 

None of you were even moving, not even the slightest, and yet sparks of pleasure were rushing through you. He could probably feel the wetness soaking through your panties and onto the fabric covering his hard dick, but for the first time that night, you didn’t care. You didn’t care that you were nervous, you didn’t feel like you had a single expectation to live up to or promise to fulfill. He was hard, and you had barely done anything, which made you both incredibly relieved and wet. 

“M-mhm…”

When he noticed how your shoulders suddenly dropped and your jaw unclenched, he too felt all his muscles loosen up and a held back sigh escaped him. 

“You did that baby, made me so hard. Because you’re so sexy, and beautiful and hot-”

“Okay okay, I get it.” Your attempt at shutting him up was to lean down for a kiss, but he just continued to ramble and mumble onto your lips, and you realized you shouldn’t keep him waiting much longer. 

“Can I take these off?” You asked, your voice quiet as it spilled onto his lips while your fingers hooked onto the waistband of his boxers. 

“Yes, f-fuck, please.”

Before you could even have the chance though, he was ripping them off himself, so you instead took the opportunity to take your panties off, leaving you both fully naked.

“How- How do you want me?”

His question barely registered with you as his dick entered your line of sight. You had seen each other naked a few times, sure, but only for short moments while changing clothes or walking in on the other showering. Now his dick was so up close you could see every vein, every drop of precum leaking down his shaft, and you hadn’t even noticed you were practically laying on your stomach, crosseyed and nearly drooling at the sight. 

“Don’t look at it like that.” 

His voice snapped you out of your cockdrunk trance and you somehow managed to tear your eyes away from his cock. 

“I’m just admiring it.”

“Yeah, I can tell, but please don’t look at it like that for much longer, or I’ll actually cum untouched.”

You giggled lowly before crawling further up his body again. Your noses were touching and his heavy breaths tickled your lips as your hand dragged over his nipples, down his abs until it reached his cock. 

“That’d be so hot”, you whispered. Your boyfriend let out a breathy whimper in return, one you so badly wanted to hear again, so you wrapped your fingers tightly around his cock, squeezing until he was throbbing so hard you could have been convinced it was his heartbeat going straight into his dick. 

“You like the sound of that? I could touch myself in front of you, have you tied to the bed so you can’t touch me yourself, see how long you’ll last…”

He was already close. Embarrassingly close, but what was he supposed to do? For weeks before you asked him out he would simply think of something gross, like Vernons three week old laundry or the floor in the subway, whenever he accidentally popped a boner around you. But now, that was actually impossible. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel anything but you everywhere, in every corner of his mind. 

“Please, I’m so close…” The way your hand alternated between squeezing him at the base and going up and down in a fast motion, was making him dizzy. 

“I know, I know. You’ll get what you want”, your hand let go of his cock, as you resumed your position from a few moments ago, straddling him, but now with no layers of fabric between you. Your pussy radiated actual heat, and occasionally a drop of your wetness would fall onto his abs and trickle down towards his v-line, and if he didn’t get your pussy around him now he would probably faint. 

“Remind me what it is you want again?” 

This wasn’t your usual teasing. Even though your words were bratty as always, they were now laced with something different, something loving. You were smiling adoringly and your eyes were sparkling, and even though you were being so cruel, you were still so doting. 

“I Want…Want your pussy. Need it.”

You rewarded his answer with a quick kiss, before lining your entrance up with his cock and sinking down slowly. Seungkwans facial expression twisted into one of pleasure and he was muttering profanities into the air. 

“Feel okay?”

He felt more than okay. He had never felt better, but if you began to move even a single inch, he would cum, and he didn’t wanna be that guy. 

“Yeah- Yeah I’m fine just, fuck, give me a second…”

“Hm? But I thought this was what you wanted?”

Seungkwan knew you weren’t actually denying his request. You weren’t moving, and you wouldn’t unless he wanted you to. You were testing him. You had a goal, and once you went for something, there was no way Seungkwan could convince you otherwise. 

“I do! I do, I just don’t wanna-”

“But I do.” 

Your hips began to swivel back and forth on top of him. The subtle movement would have been barely noticeable had he not been so sensitive. 

“You can cum Seungkwan, it’s okay. I want it.”

When he didn’t argue further, when he looked at you with pleading eyes, you kept going, escalating the speed of your hips more and more, until your boyfriend was a wonderful mess underneath you, writhing and moaning desperately. 

“Cum for me, Seungkwan.”

Your words were the last tug pulling at the knot in his stomach. He was releasing inside of you, coating your walls in white and tensing every muscle in his body. It was only after the fact he got to see it, his eyes struggling to open from how tight they were shut, and once they landed on his cum dripping down your plush thighs onto his stomach it was as if the high just kept running through him. 

“Should I- Can I try to eat you out? Can you show me how?”

You hadn’t had expectations of cumming tonight. This was about him. That being said, you were hardly surprised that he wanted to return the favor, selfless as always.  

Your mind wandered to just a few moments ago, when you were so worried about ruining this moment. About making him uncomfortable, or doing something wrong, or not living up to his expectations. Now you were realizing that this hadn’t been about expectations at all. It had been about trust. Seungkwan trusted you enough to be his first. To show him how. 

And there was nothing more sexy than being trusted.

[own-tt]

"Say Yes."

Yandere Lawliet x Reader NSFW

Summary: L had always wanted true successors. Ones that are tied by blood. Maybe you could help him with that fantasy

Warnings: breeding kink, mentions of blood, biting, L being a pervert, drugging , L ooc?, L doesnt like his successors much, masterbastion, L drugging sweets, Yandere themes, mentions of kidnapping,

Word count: 1234

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L just always liked the idea of blood successors. Raising them just right, to perfection. And now that he has you, that fantasy can become reality.

He slowly creeps to your door and knock on it carefully. No answer so he goes inside. And there you were, laying in your bed, in a slim nightgown. You looked perfect like that.

When he opened the door your eyes snapped towards him. You rolled your eyes away from him and grabbed a book from the nearby nightstand, Probably to ignore him. He doesnt mind as he crawls next to your legs.

“Dearest?” He asks in a low voice. You don't reply with anything. Just continuing to read your book, continuing to ignore his gaze. “Y/nn.” He sings. “Leave me alone.”

He pretends that he didnt hear that. “I was wondering something.” Now you were honestly curious. You never heard him ask for something from you. He always just took it. Your things, your clothes. Anything to gain your attention. But now hes actually asking for something? So you respond with an angry hum.

“You remember my successors, right?” You did. He talked about them quite often, saying they were good kids. And they were the best successors he's ever had. You hummed again. “Well. I've been thinking.”

“I think we need more then two.” You were confused. So you asked “what do you mean.” His head was now laying on your thighs, his hair tickling you. “Well. Personally. They could be better, if I had someone to teach instead of the orphanage. I would be able to have even better successors.”

“I dont understand.”

“I want blood successor, ones that are tied by blood.” He says, you finally understand, and your eyes widened. You tried to crawl away from him. Screaming insults in the process.

“NO WAY AM I CARRYING YOUR CHILD EVER! YOU PERVERT GET AWAY FROM ME.”

He tried to calm you down, but all he could do is pull you back underneath him. He shushed you, putting his hand over your mouth to keep you silent.

“I want you to consider it. Just think. If I personally raise them, they'll be better than me even. And we will finally have some company, some small company running around the house.”

You didnt want to think of that, small baby L’s and yours running around the house, clingy to both of you.

An L copy, maybe more. You didnt even know how many he wanted. “NO! I DONT WANT TO! YOU CANT MAKE ME!”

“Not at the moment I cant. I'll give you some time to think about it. You tell me your opinion later.” He said before ducking down and kissing your forehead.

He then got up and left your room. Leaving you dazed and confused on what just happened. You could feel small tear droplets running down your cheek as you stared blankly at the wall.

—

L held the small bottle in his hand, he carefuly read the label, “Spice up your sex life with the new Aphrodisiac. Only a spoon full.” He carefully filled the spoon up with the liquid. It was a nice hot pink, which was odd but he didnt complain as he dumped it in the batter.

He knew you were hungry, hungry enough for food that he made, he told you that he had to go somewhere for a bit, so he was leaving you here. There was no way you could escape. But he knew you were hungry enough to eat the cake he was making. The one that had a small special ingredient.

But he didnt realized that when he came back he was greeted with a whimpering you, on the couch. Trying your best to create some friction with your fingers.

“This is all your fault isnt it.” You panted, not even caring about the vulnerable state you were in. “I dont know what your talking about dearest.” He said with a low smug smile. He was extremely content with the view he had. But he wouldn't mind a little more, “do you need any help?”

“Fuck you.” You gasped.

“If you dont need my help, I guess I'll go get something to eat.“

“Wait! Please!” You screamed. Trying to stop him from leaving. He smiled and back up next to you again. “Yes darling?”

“Please. I need your help. Please, please!”you begged. Your fingers were getting tired and crampy. You couldn't do this forever, you needed someone else, you were too desperate to ignore his help.

“Have you thought about what you wanted?” He said while crawling in between your legs. “Huh?” You sighed. “Dont you remember? I thought you would, it was such an important topic, I cant belive you would forget.” He mocked you, he sat in your legs. Holding them right above his hips.

“Wha- I. I cant remember.” Your mind was so full of that drug, that all you could think about was the relief he was going to give you.

“Then let me ask you again.” he whispered in your ear.

“Will you give me my future successors?” He said in that low voice that made you weak. “But. I dont wanna get pregnant, it's scary.” You whimpered. “Dont worry.” He cooed.”I'll be with you a the way. But I do need an answer from you dear.”

You didnt want to get pregnant, but the need growing in between your legs was starting to hurt. And you had a feeling he wasnt going to start unless you agreed. So you nodded.

“That's what I want to see.” He buried his face in your neck as he started to grind his dick against you. Making you groan.

“I c-ant.” you stutter. You cant process anything when he makes you feel like this. “Its okay, just let me do everything.” He mutters into your ear.

As he grinds he leans over and bites your neck hard, hard enough to draw a thin stream of blood. You hiss, you could feel his mouth form into a smile.

Suddenly he gets up and pulled his pants and boxes down. “I'm sorry, Love. But I cant hold it in anymore.” He chuckles. He didnt hesitate before showving himself inside you. Making you gasp for breath.

It was like he knocked out all the air from your lungs, You could feel him soothing the burn in between your legs.

His thrusts were harsh. Like he was trying to find something, deep inside you. “F-fuck. “ he cried. “Imagine. Us, a little. Kid!” He tries to get his sentence out before he moaned. You cant even respond over him pounding into you.

It isnt long until the both of you come undone. “Cum with me, please.” He says into your ear. you comply, Now you were left with a mess underneath you, and a stalker above you, completely out of breath. At least the affects of that drug is a lot more numb.

“Now.” He pants

“I'll finally live a fantasy. And have a blood successor.” He says while slowly rubbing your belly. Already imagining the way your belly will swell with his child.

You fell asleep, trying to ignore every word that's coming out of his mouth.

But you couldnt lie, it did feel quite good.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

future friends 1/2

james 'logan' howlett

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part two

shes not edited so sorry in advance lol

im mad i cant write whump for this man so have some angst instead. because if we cant help heal outside wounds maybe we can help heal inside wounds

song: i lie to me by as it is

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i sat across from rogue as we ate our lunch, quietly munching to myself. neither of us had spoken yet but she knew i always needed a minute when getting together with someone. it was the nature of my powers. i could see everyone's past just from being near them and though hers wasnt as hard to watch as some others she understood it was exhausting. she made that mistake once, touching me to experience it for just a moment. she ended up crying hysterically and i felt so bad because i couldnt even hug her to console her.

"Hey have you gotten a chance to talk to Logan yet?"

I raised a brow as I looked over at her, her pulling me out of my thoughts.

"You know the professor told me not to."

She nodded a few times, popping a grape into her mouth.

"And why are we still listening?"

She questioned and I laughed, wiping my mouth on my napkin.

"He said that I need to keep my distance until he finds his place here. You know we aren't supposed to use our powers on each other."

She looked at me with a stupid look on her face.

"Is it really using your power on him if you can't help it?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I've already read him. Every time he gets close actually. Every class I have with him. His life flashes before my eyes and I have to pretend I don't know everything about him."

She frowned and ate another grape.

"Logan deserves to know about his past. And you're the only one that can give that to him now that jean and the professor are dead."

I sighed and looked down at my half eaten sandwich. all i would have to do is touch him, then i could show him too.

"I guess I'll talk to storm about it. See if she has anything to say. She's the dean now after all."

she sent me another disapproving look before bobby came in and sat with us. i frowned, reading him quickly, before going back to my sandwich.

°°°°°°°°°

I knocked slowly on her office door, the wood creaking slowly. I could hear storm talking quietly to someone and suddenly my mind was flooded with his life again. His childhood, scraping his knee falling off his bike and it healing slowly. He freaked out but got up and kept riding. He never told his parents. Then his wife came into view, their wedding, her death. Then came him volunteering for strikers project. I could feel the ache in my chest as I felt all his pain. The cold rushing through my veins as he streaked butt naked through the Canadian wilderness trying to escape.

"Come in."

Shook me of my thoughts and I pushed the door open, seeing ororo and Logan talking. He was sat against her desk, legs crossed and cigar in his mouth. I panned the room to her standing in front of the TV, remote in hand. I could hear the electricity like she had just turned it off.

"Y/n, what a pleasant surprise."

I swallowed hard and looked from her to him. He had his brows drawn and I could tell he was trying to place me. Even in the two classes I had with him I was easy to ignore. I kept quiet. Answered questions when prompted. But ultimately stayed out of sight.

"storm I was wondering if I could ask you something but it's a private matter so I might come back."

I tried to suppress her time line, blinking away the hot African sun of her childhood.

"No need. I was just going."

Logan said sternly, pushing himself off the desk.

"We'll talk about this later."

She directed at him and he gave a tight lip smile, closing the door behind him. She looked back at me, placing the TV remote on the end table to her left.

"I have a feeling I know what this is about."

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.

"I don't want to disobey professor Xavier -"

She held her hand up.

"You can't tell him."

I watched her, defeated as she paced to the desk.

"He deserves to know. Something. Anything. That he was married, he volunteered for experiment x, anything from his childhood."

She shook her head as she sat down.

"You know why that's a bad idea. We've already been over this after the fight at alkali lake."

I sighed and slumped down into the chair across from her.

"His time line is so intense storm. I can ignore most people's but they aren't as long or traumatizing as his. He's two, three, times as old as everyone here. Except myself."

A sad expression fell over her face as she folded her hands on the desk.

"He knows what happened with striker. We need to leave it at that. Until he finds something else out naturally."

I clenched my jaw and stood up.

"I can't keep hiding the truth from him ororo. And eventually he'll realize that I don't age either which will raise questions about my mutation. Then what am I supposed to say?"

She inhaled deeply.

"Y/n you are older than even the professor. You are the one that denied the position to teach-"

"Because I look like any other student!"

I interjected and she looked at me sternly.

"But if you are going to act like a child then you are going to be treated like one."

I scoffed and headed for the door.

"If the position reopens let me know. Teachers seem to be dropping like flies around here."

I pushed the door open harshly, it slamming behind me as I walked out of the office. There was a part of me that understands but I can't believe she is against me on this. He has found his place here. And I can't keep up with this. It's so much harder to keep people's time lines out of my head when they don't know I know.

Like rogue. I told her shortly after I met her. Even though it was after she took the "cure" from the Worthington corporation. She introduced herself in the same span it took me to see her time line. Bobby was there to help explain my powers to her but I haven't had to watch her find her powers since then. Same with him. And everyone else I've talked to on this campus. just small pieces of their childhood or finding their significant other.

but logan wasn't like everyone else. he was complicated. and so was i. but now, also, i was mad. i walked quickly down the hall, passed the dining room and kitchen to the elevator. if i couldnt get his frustrations out of my brain by telling him then i might as well work them out. i hit the down button and tapped my foot as i waited. when the door opened i strode down the hall to the danger-room.

i walked in slowly, the lights turning on and the control panel popping open. i quickly selected a series of test and waited for the room to start changing. i watched as sky scrapers appeared in the distance, small shops coming into view as well. then cars and people. then i saw a plane ahead, watching in shock as it crashed down in front of me. then all these creatures started climbing off of it, pieces of the plan in their unsightly jaws as it burned under them.

i moved quickly, running forward and dodging the creatures as they came at me hissing through bloody teeth. i pulled on the torn metal, making and opening and helping some civilians out of the plane as it burned. i looked up, seeing one of the creatures charging back at me. i grabbed a piece off the top of the plane and swung myself towards it kicking it square in the face and knocking back down to the ground.

i checked to make sure that the people on the ground were helping the others out of the burning plane before turning to fight another creature as it came at me. i struck it, pushing it away from me before lunging at another one. when the rest finally realized i was there they came in waves, attacking me. i fought back as hard as i could and for once thats all i had to focus on. then one of them knocked me down. as i tried to get up another lunged on top of me, pinning me down to the roof of the plane. i grunted and and tried to keep it away from me, its teeth gnashing and slobbery in my face.

then from out of nowhere i heard a yell and the sound of metal. i looked over to see logan shoving his long claws into the side of the creature. i watched him, his past flooding through my brain as he attacked the others as they came at us. i breathed deeply, stumbling to my feet and putting my back to his. we fought together until they were all gone, going to get the few stragglers out of the plane that hadnt made it out yet.

then he moved to help me down, taking my hand in his and pausing as i hit the ground. my eyes went wide as a tear slid down his cheek. shit. i had transferred his memories without even meaning to. all i had to do was touch him. usually i had my gloves on when we went in the danger-room but i didnt put my suit on first.

"i had a wife."

he said quietly, side eying me. i held my breath, holding onto his hand still as the simulation dissipated around us.

"i had a brother."

he laughed, really looking at me now. i took my hand out of his and held them both together in front of me.

"im sorry logan, this isnt how i wanted you to find out."

he drew his brows.

"have you known this whole time?"

i could feel tears stinging as i nodded.

"thats my curse to hold."

he shook his head, looking angry before walking off.

"logan wait!"

i called after him and he held his hand up.

"kid. just dont."

[lluvllimoo]

You could’ve just told me! Pt1

Hi this is my first fic so please be nice. Also English isn’t my first language so there might be mistakes.

My inspiration is @itzsana-kiddingmenow i love her fics so much. I always wanted to write i just didn’t have the motivation but here we go.

Lee!jisung

Ler!Lee Know

This is a tickle fic if its not something you’re interested in you can scroll 🤍

Jisung was in his room, thinking again. This was actually starting to happen quite often these days. Well, what was he thinking about? Well, Jisung was in a lee mood, and he was thinking about how to tell his members that. But he could never tell the members that because he thought they would judge him for that. I mean, could you blame him? He couldn’t even say the word out loud.

This went on for days. Jisung would go to practice,come home, eat, and then go to his room, staring at the ceiling for hours. He would make up tickling stories in his mind, but that would just make his mood worse. He also tried to read fics, and just as expected, it only made it worse for the poor little Lee.

While Jisung was busy staring at the ceiling once again, he didn’t notice a member coming into his room. When he realized someone was there, it was too late to cover up his thinking face. He was zoned out, and he probably had a frown on his face. He looked up and saw what his favorite Hyung Lee know. Lee Know was staring at him with a worried look.

“Jisungie whats wrong.”

“O-oh nothing hyung.”

He hated himself for stuttering.

“Come on Jisung im not a kid i can tell you are lying.”

“Tell me whats wrong Ji.”

Lee Know came closer to Jisung and sat next to him.

With that, Jisung couldn’t hold it anymore. Tears spilled out.

Jisung hated how he was crying about something so stupid.

“No baby whats wrong please don’t cry.”

“H-hyung”

He was looking into Lee Know’s eyes, which made it harder to tell him, but it was now or never. He knew he could trust Lee Know, but telling him about this topic was just hard for Jisung.

“Jisung you can tell me anything you know i would never judge you.”

How did he know?

Lee Know grabbed jisungs face and looked into his teary eyes.

“I-i.”

Jisung sighed.

“I hate how im crying about something so stupid i cant even believe myself.”

“You now what.”

“Lets pretend this never happened and you never saw me crying”

“No”

“You are going to tell me whats wrong”

“I can clearly tell this has been bothering you.”

“And no its not stupid”

“If you just tell me whats wrong you now i can help you”

Jisung took a deep breath

“W-well”

“D-do you know what a l-l.”

“L-.”

“I cant do it”

Jisung looked down at his feet.

“A lee?”

When he heard the he immediately looked at Lee know.

“H-how do you know that?”

“Ohhh sweet little Jisungie was this what you were trying to say baby hmm?~”

“W-well yes.”

Jisung looked back at his feet because could swear his face was red as a tomato.

Lee know garbbed Jisungs face and forced him to look at him. Lee know cooed at jisungs little red face.

“Awww is my baby flustered.~”

“Does my baby need me to take care of his little lee mood hmm.~”

Jisung hit his arm in a playful manner.

“Owww that hurt”

“Oh come on hyung i didn’t even hit hard.”

“I think i need to punish you for that.”

As he said this he wiggled his eyebrows while jisungs face turned into 50 shades of red.

Lee Know didn’t waste another second and pounced on Jisung. He took off his jacket and used that to tie Jisung arms to the headboard.

“Hmmm where should i tickle my baby?”

“Do you want to help your hyung out and tell me your most ticklish spot hm?~”

As he said that a sad expression appeared on Jisungs face.

“I-i actually don’t know”

“Wait what?”

“I’ve never been tickled before.”

“I don’t even know if im ticklish or not. All i now is every time i think of tickling i just want someone to tickle me.”

“Aww my poor baby probably suffered a lot.”

“Well im here to help you now.”

With that Lee Know slowly started to tickle Jisungs belly.

“Is this belly ticklish hmm.~”

Jisung giggled at the sensation. It felt weird but so good.

“Hyuhuhng dohont tehehease”

“You want me to go rougher?”

“P-please.”

Lee Know lifted Jisungs shirt up reveal his little bellybutton.

“Aww what a cute bellybutton.”

“Will you turn into a little giggle bug for me if i tickle you right here.~”

He sticked one of his finger in Jisungs bellybutton without any warnings.

“HyuHAHAHAHANG”

“Ooooohh i think i found a good spot.”

“Im not even moving it and ur already laughing your heart out.”

“I CAHAHAHNT HEHEHEHHEHELP IHIHIHIHTT.”

He tugged at his arms but nothing happened he couldn’t move them he was stuck.

“Trying to escape?”

“I already taught of this. You cant go anywhere baby.~”

Jisung knew he was fucked. I mean not really because he was enjoying it a little too much but he would never say that out loud.

Lee Know lifted Jisungs shirt a little more to reveal his ribs

“How about we try here.”

“Actually…”

“Ji do you know how many ribs you have?”

“N-no i don’t”

Lee Know slowly put his fingers on Hannies ribs started to count them.

“Onee.”

“Phhlheheahahse”

“Twooo”

“Ugh you’re not reacting like how i want you to react”

Lee Know put his hands on the lowest rib and started to tickle Jisung like crazy.

“OMHAHAGAGAGAG HAHHAHAHHAHAHA IHIHIHIH IHIHITHTS THOHOHO MUHUHUCH”

“There we go.There is my giggle bug”

“STAGAGHAHAHAHHAP”

Even tho Jisung begged for Lee Know to stop probably about 100 times he did not listen and he just kept on going rougher and rougher. Soon Hannies laughter became silent and that was a sign for Lee Know to stop and give Jisung a little breather. Jisung was panting hard trying to inhale air as much as possible.

“Did you enjoy it baby?”

“Should we continue? I feel like i haven’t gotten the spot yet.”

“Can we stop? Im tired. Can we continue this later?”

Lee Know giggled because Hannie looked so cute so tiny. Even tho Lee Know wanted to continue he did not want to make Jisung uncomfortable so he got up and started to untie the jacket.

“Of course we can continue another day Jisungie.”

After Lee Know untied his wrist he got up and grabbed a bottle of lotion to put on Jisungs wrist. All of that tugging made Jisungs wrists a little red. After putting on the lotion he layed down next to Jisung and snuggled him.

“You know if you just told me from the start i would have tickled you ever time you wanted but you made yourself suffer.”

“We would never judge you for anything.”

“Thank you hyung.”

“I-i”

“I-i love you”

“i love you too baby.”

I tried my best. I also wrote this on the plane my mom asked me who was i texting😭 I will try to write the second part but my lazy ass will probably take long.

[last-starry-sky]

Girl's Night Out - ch. 2 pt. 1

friday|saturday|sunday

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pairing: Ghost x shy!goth!f!reader

rating: E

summary: Shy!reader brings Ghost (or Simon, as she learned his real name finally) to her place for some "fun" after they hit it off at the club. 👀👀👀

word count: 4.8k

warning: mdni, not beta-read but edited by me until I wanted to claw my eyes out, a truck-load of self doubt and issues from reader, simon talks reader though it in nice, teasing, and dominant varieties, size difference 💀, fingering, unprotected piv sex, cumming on the outside (idk what kink this is help), praise/punishment kink if you squint. a/n at the end!

Repeating my warning from last time, I have committed the ultimate, unforgivable sin in this: Ghost is maskless. So if that ruins it for you, sit this one out.

snippet:

He steps forward into your space, jacket in hand - actually two jackets, from what you briefly see, one inside the other - and throws it past you, adding it to yours on the couch. He’s right next to you. So close. Close enough to smell that heavenly, manly cocktail wafting off him. And then he leans in, close enough for you to hear him breathing. You look up, hoping you can shake something to say or do, but all words evaporate from your brain as you look in his eyes.  “Second thoughts?” he asked, scanning your face.

friday

You’re running through the night then, hand in hand, laughing, breathless and cold - so eager now to get him home. A thought spikes though your mind: who are you? Who are you pretending to be? Changing the second some guy showed you some attention. You shiver, it’s just the wind nipping at your ears, you tell yourself. The leather of your jacket is quickly chilling your arms, barely keeping the cold from cutting through to your bare shoulders. Your only warmth is pooled in yours and Simon’s joined hands. Just feeling his hand holding yours, completely covering it, protecting it from the cold, it makes you forget how sore and numb your feet are. You hadn’t planned to be on your feet all night, let alone for all of this to happen. 

You’re lucky your place is only a few blocks away now. 

You squeezed his hand when you turned the corner and your building came into view. He’s always right behind you, silent, keeping watch. You looked up and down the street and then back at him. You’ve still got that same stupid smile plastered on your face from when he had slapped your butt. With a cant of your head, you pulled Simon across the intersection. You wished you could look at him, figure out what he was thinking, but his face is buried in the shadow of the street light behind him. His hair a halo, glowing bright and blond in the old yellow light. Somewhere in that shadow are his eyes, those beautiful dark eyes. You want to look at him and know he still wants this, but you’re denied.  

On the little concrete step outside the main door, you fished out your keys as Simon stood close, blocking the wind that howled down the street. You trembled, not from the cold, but at his hands as they slid protectively over your hips. You’re significantly warmer where his body and jacket covered you. It’s got to be a damn good jacket. Of course it is. A practical, military, guy like him wouldn’t be caught out in all sorts of weather in just any old flimsy jacket. As you unlocked the door, he rested his head on your shoulder. He breathed a warm breath down your neck, goosebumps following in its wake, and you felt all that warmth slide right between your thighs.   

You pushed the door open and it's a relief to finally be inside. It’s still cold in the hall, but there’s no wind and you can feel your body heat - and Simon’s, he’s still stuck to your side - able to warm you up again. Simon followed as you turn immediately to the first door on the left, to your apartment. You stopped to flip through your keys again, nerves setting in as you feel Simon just standing over you. 

“Ground floor?” he questioned. 

“Yeah,” you answered back, fitting your key in the lock. You don’t bother to turn your head to answer. You know you won’t be able to see him. “Rent is cheaper.”  

 It’s just as cold inside your apartment as it is in the hallway. With a silent dismay you realize that, once again, you’d left the curtains open. Light from the streetlights dimly shone in, casting the whole of your front room with a sickly yellow tint. It’s enough for you to see by, though, and Simon doesn’t say anything about you leaving the lights off. 

Walking in, you aren’t sure what you should do next. You back yourself quickly down your tiny entry, trying to leave enough room for Simon to maneuver. Shoes. Shoes should come off, you urge yourself. You kick off your boots, sending them clattering across the floor into the living room. Okay, now your jacket. With a shiver you unzip your jacket. The giant zipper on your vintage jacket is loud. Too loud. You realize that no, it’s just too quiet in here. 

You looked away from your hands clasped nervously at your zipper. Simon is leaned against the opposite wall, following your lead. All of his attention is focused on working his boot laces open. He lets it drop to the floor, the loud THUNK making you jump, before moving onto the next. It takes your alcohol soaked, lust-addled, numb from the cold, brain until he straightens up  and away from the wall to take off his jacket to realize you’ve just been standing there, watching him while doing nothing, this whole time. You finally let your jacket fall off your arms before tossing it behind you onto the couch.

The realization comes crushing down on you as you watch him roll his shoulders back to pull his jacket off. Well, two realizations. 

Firstly, holy fuck, were you really going to do this? You want this, you know that. Even your nerves can’t will away the want curling in your core now. This is all too crazy, though. How in the hell did you manage to trick this tall, handsome soldier into following you home? 

Secondly, goddamn, you can’t believe how massive he is. Now that you have your apartment as a frame of reference, it’s making your mouth run dry. Your mind is running wild over thinking again. Do you get into things right away? Should you initiate? Does he expect that?

Your train of thought comes to a sudden stop when you look up and he’s staring right at you with those dark, serious, eyes.  

He steps forward into your space, jacket in hand - actually two jackets, from what you briefly see, one inside the other - and throws it past you, adding it to yours on the couch. He’s right next to you. So close. Close enough to smell that heavenly, manly cocktail wafting off him. And then he leans in, close enough for you to hear him breathing. You look up, hoping you can shake something to say or do, but all words evaporate from your brain as you look in his eyes.

“Second thoughts?” he asked, scanning your face. 

His breath is warm and whiskey-sharp. Fuck, you’re staring at his lips now and It makes you bite your own. He bends down slightly to rub his hands against his jeans for warmth. 

You shook your head, your soft no trapped between your faces. His barely warmed fingers graze your cheek not a second later. You breathed a moan, silent and needy, across his hand. Staring into his eyes, the absurd thought floats across your mind of how you wished you hadn’t taken off your shoes. You felt too small as he leaned down to finally, finally, kiss you. 

His other hand stopped your head from crashing back against the wall, but you don’t think you would have noticed or cared. You didn’t care that your noses crushed a little too aggressively together before you could make yourself to tilt your head, or how neither of you wanted to let go to let the other breathe. You were instantly addicted to his heat, his breath, his mouth and the chaste kisses he’s pressing slowly across your lips, the way he gently holds your head. You grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him in. You needed him closer, and, with a groan, he gave it to you. You ran your hands up to his hair as he nipped your lip, pulling your mouth open with a moan. 

His hands released your face, drifting down to your waist to pull you off the wall and into his arms. He slowly smoothed up your ribs to your hips, warming your chilled body with his hands. You relaxed into this warm little bubble he created, opening up. All too quick though, he pulled away. As much as your hands would let him, that is. Your eyes fluttered back open as he breathed a whiskey-hot breath across your face and cleared his throat. 

“Anything you need to tell me about?��� he asked, a new seriousness to his voice. 

You shook your head. He didn’t move. That answer apparently wasn’t to his satisfaction.

“No,” you answered. Then, after a pause, you asked “You?”

His thumb swiped at your bottom lip, pulling it open. His heavy eyes watched as you so sweetly allowed him to continue petting at your lip, deeper and deeper into your mouth, until his thumb met your tongue. 

“No” he answered, pressing his lips to yours. 

The kiss quickly turned deeper, messier, needier. From the first time his tongue ran over yours, you were lost. It was hard enough for you to remember to breathe, let alone give anything back as he did all the work of making out with you, but you didn’t care. You let him press you back against the wall and devour your mouth. Fuck, was all you could think. Fuck, you need this so bad. He was so warm, the sharp alcohol taste melting away until it was just him. You kept your hands in his hair, running your fingers through it and earning a groan against your mouth. He was running his hands, those huge hands of his, over your body, trying to figure out how to get you out of your clothes. One hand broke its way past the band of your leggings and the other sloped up your bare back under your lace and velvet. 

He pulled you apart, haggard breathing filling the room. 

“’s your room?” he slurred against your ear, voice deep and husky already. 

You nodded, eyes still shut and mouth open. You hopped he was talking about the door across the room, which was your bedroom, and not the one farther along that same wall, which lead to the bathroom. You didn’t have time to detangle your arms from Simon to do anything, let alone help, as he simply picked you up, earning a little squeal as he squeezed your ass, walking you quickly across the room.

Once inside, he set you down on your low bed. The platform kept your box spring and mattress technically off the floor, and that had been good enough for you at the time you moved in. Now, with all six feet whatever of Simon towering over it, it felt ridiculous. At least your mattress would be large enough for the two of you. Simon stood between your legs for a moment before kneeling down to your level. The light from your living room windows silhouetted him in the inky dark. If you had all of your brain functions, you would have been sad to lose the ability to see him. He pulled your face to his, your cold noses touching as he pulled your shirts over your head. 

“Won’t keep you in the cold for long, love,” he groaned, hands circling your rib cage. 

He pressed a kiss to your lips, then your throat, right above your necklace, clavicle, sternum, traveling down until he nestled his face in between your breasts. He stayed there, breathing in your skin and sighing as you ran your hands through his hair again. 

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he said pulling away with a kiss to each breast before popping open the closure on the front of your bra. 

You shivered at the sudden cold on your chest, letting your bra fall off your back. You reached up to unclasp your choker with shaking hands. You threw it softly into a pile of clothes at the foot of your bed. He allowed himself to cup one breast in his hand for a second, his rough palm sliding across the nipple, sending spines of need straight down to your cunt. Letting go reluctantly, he pulled your leggings down your hips. You hopped up so he could shuck them off completely, leaving you naked except for your panties. He didn’t take any time to touch you after he threw them to the floor. 

“Get under before y’ freeze,” he urged you. 

You didn’t wait for another command. You dove under your duvet, pulling it up to your nose, willing it to make you warm again. You had actually forgotten you were cold. You were finding It was frighteningly easy to forget things while he had his hands on you. Standing back up, Simon pulled his shirt off and threw it in front of him into the dark abyss of your bed. You watched his silhouette as he opened his jeans. The zipper far too loud and metallic for the little space. He hissed as he shuffled his pants down his thighs. You squinted into the darkness. You could just make him out holding his cock, still in his briefs, against his stomach.

“Still sure you want this?” he asked, voice thin and restrained, standing over you. 

You didn’t answer, but instead reached a hand out of your blanket cocoon toward him. He took it. You heard his jeans finish falling to the floor and then felt his knee push into the mattress. Your bed didn’t complain half as loud as you expected it to under his added weight. He pulled up the blankets around you, covering himself once he found you. 

He crowded into your space, legs and arms wrapping around you, tucking you under his chin and covering you with his body. He held you like this for a while, warming you until your shivers stopped. You sighed against his chest, running your hands up and down him, feeling his scars. God he had so many scars. What had happened to him? He held you tighter, hands resting on your shoulder and waist. His breath softened, coming less and less haggard as you continued to smooth your palms over his skin. You both could have fallen asleep like this. 

He lightly kissed your forehead, right at your hairline, and it felt . . . different. This didn’t feel like a random hookup anymore. Lust was bleeding into something more, something deeper. You knew that you didn’t take just any guy home. It took a lot for you to open up enough to even talk to a guy, let alone get this far. How and why this was happening so fast, you didn’t know. Maybe your body knew better than your brain and overrode your usual self tonight. Maybe it knew, or thought it knew, that he was different, special even. You closed your eyes. Or maybe you were just wishing it was so. 

Simon hitched your leg up over his hip. His hand trailed from your knee to your hip, tracing the lace of your underwear down to where you were pressed together, right to your naval. He stopped for a second, lingering before pressing his fingers against your sex, sliding down your clothed folds. You sighed a whine, breath bouncing against his chest and back to your face. He slowly drifted his hands up and down and you could feel your slick leaking though the cloth onto his fingers. Oh fuck. You let your head fall down onto his bicep where he curled his arm around you. You bucked your hips into his touch. God you wanted him. Needed him. Needed to go wherever this ended. Needed to feel wanted again.

He pulled his hand away and pushed you onto your back. Your vision filled with his darker form against the room before he crashed his lips down onto you. His fingers came back, circling your hole as you whined into his mouth. 

He cracked his mouth away. “D’ y’ like that, love? Want me to finger you?” 

You were nodding, begging him to continue without words before he finished his sentence. He was eager to slide his hand down your panties. His fingers met your clit and you keened against his mouth. He was hovering just far enough above you to drink in your whines and moans or to lean in for a kiss when he wanted. It had been too long since someone else had touched you, let alone well. He swore as he swiped down your clit, working your slick around the little nub. 

“Y’ fucking wet,” he groaned, sliding his fingers lower, dipping into your hole, probing and stretching your skin. Fuck, his fingers were thick. “So fucking wet.”

You crossed your arms closer behind his neck, forcing him down to you, as he pushed a finger in. The fullness, the rough drag of his skin inside you, against your softest parts, even the angle he was able to get, one that you were never able to reach, it was unraveling you. You were reminding yourself to breathe between moans as he fucked into you. Eventually, he decided that your panties were in his way, so he pulled away and shucked them off. He quickly covered you again, filling your mouth with his tongue and cunt with his finger. He propped himself off you to watch as you melted to the pump of his hand. 

His other hand wiped away the stray hairs from your forehead. “So pretty f’ me,” he sighed as he watched you. 

“Fuck. Si.” You cried into the cold air. You weakly tried to pull him back down. He was too far away. You needed him back, right next to you, breathing each other’s breaths. He groaned, leaning back down for another kiss. 

“Yeah? Close? Gonna cum for me?” He said teasing a second finger inside you, thumb working circles on your clit. 

You felt like you were going to die in the best way. Your hands fell off his shoulders to cover your face as your eyes screwed shut. You could get used to feeling his rough skin dragging inside you, making you feel so full as he stroked that spot inside you that made you clench embarrassingly hard and drool down his hand. You felt lightheaded. Stars were popping in front of your eyes, small and bright. 

His free hand shoved your wrists above your head so he could see you. You wouldn’t know. You couldn’t see anything. Even if the lights had been on, you don’t think you could make yourself think right now.  

“Hear me?” He growled in your ear, voice impossibly low, fingers not stopping. 

Your breath caught in your throat. Fuck. You didn’t know you wanted that. Your body went taught, clenching around his fingers. 

“Yes,” you squeaked, dissolving into a moan. 

You felt the hand containing your wrists come down to stroke at your cheek. His thumb pressed harder to your clit as a reward. 

“Please Si,” you cried, “please please please.”

It only took a few more circles of your clit before you were cuming, trembling and keening helplessly in his arms. He waited, head hanging to your chin, breathing haggardly across your chest, for you to come down before pulling his fingers out of you. He brought them to his mouth as he sat up, humming in satisfaction as he sucked off your wetness. He leaned down for a quick kiss, your taste lingering on your lips. 

“Done well, love,” he said pulling your legs farther apart so he could pull your bodies flush. 

His hard cock, still clothed, rubbed up your oversensitive pussy. Simon groaned at the same time you whined. Your head went swirling again. God, you needed him inside you. You didn’t care how. You would make it work. You used your knees on his hips to pull his briefs down. He read your obvious intentions and helped you finish pulling his underwear off, kicking them down into your bed. 

He pressed himself to you again, this time letting you feel his length bare as he slid across your folds. He cut off a loud groan in his throat, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder as he did it again. You threw your head back, eyes shut again as he nudged your clit with every thrust. Your moans were silent at this point, absolutely useless. 

“Si,” you cried bucking up into him, “Want you. Please.” 

He kissed your shoulder. “Yeah?” he asked in a husky whisper. “Want this?” he said grasping his cock at the base, pressing the weight of it into your stomach. “Think you can take all this in that little pussy of yours, love?” 

You clenched at the thought of it. Fuck yes you wanted it. You can take it. You nodded earnestly, hair fluttering against his face. He pulled himself up to lean on his forearm, the one with all of the tattoos, next to your head. His other hand guided his tip to rest at your entrance. Fuck. Even that felt huge. You bit your lip to suppress the wanton moans that just the thought of his cock pressing into you were pulling out of you. 

You felt his face over yours, lips almost touching. 

“Wanna hear you,” he whispered across your lips. 

You let go of your bottom lip. He kissed you for only a second before pulling back a breath and pushing an inch into your hot, wet cunt. 

You wailed. Actually wailed. He was big, really big. There was no getting around that. You hissed out a breath to steady yourself. He was definitely the biggest you’d ever had. No fucking doubt. You felt Simon sweetly press his forehead to yours. He waited for your breaths to even out before pulling out to the head and thrusting ever so slowly back in. 

“Doin’ good f’ me,” he said petting down your side, hand coming back to rest on your hips. 

He gave you another kiss, distracting you as he shallowly pulled out and fucked back in. You lay back and tried to relax as he set a slow rhythm, just barely pushing in a bit with every thrust. You must have lost your mind, because the stretch was addicting. It was nothing like your first time, or any other time after. Feeling his cock work inside you, filling you so wondrously full with just an edge of pain, you were in heaven. 

Until you weren’t. You hit your limit right in the middle of that fat fucking cock of his. The heavy thickness of it was testing the stretch limit of your hole and the head was poking painfully at your cervix. You pushed your hand against his shoulder. 

“That’s it. No more,” you said with a wince. 

He nodded, stopped and sat up. He pulled out a bit, relieving the uncomfortable pressure in your pussy, then set another slow pace. 

“Better?” He asked.��

“Yeah,” you said, melting back into the bed with his thrusts. 

You wished you could see yourself now, as you looked up at him. What had you done to deserve such a guy? You heard him lick his thumb, as if you needed it. He started to work circles around your clit again. He hummed as you arched into his touch. 

“Knew y’ couldn’t take it all,” he teased, laughing under his breath. 

He repositioned your legs, pressing them toward your chest so he could fuck right across your g-spot, thumb still pressed to your clit. Any comment you could have made at his words fucked instantly out of you as you saw stars. 

“Boys y’ fucked before never had that problem, eh?” The cocky bastard said with a smile. 

“Ah! Fuck! Si!” you cried with every thrust as he built you toward your second high. 

“Gonna cum again f’ me?” He asked, pace increasing. 

You heard your bed start to creak. You thanked God once again that you lived on the bottom floor. You couldn’t believe you were going to not only cum twice, but cum on his cock. Something you thought was impossible, at least for you. 

“Y’ ever cum more than once?” Simon hummed, smoothing his hand up your stomach and chest.

“No,” you whined, mind swimming deliriously numb with pleasure. 

“Cum f’ me then, love,” he said, voice dripping gravel in your ear as he tweaked your clit, sending you over the edge. 

Cumming before had felt amazing, but this - this - was untoppable. Your head was swimming with emotions. You felt like laughing, crying, screaming all at once. You settled for pulling his head into your shoulder. You cried as you clenched down around him, holding his cock hard enough to force him to stop moving. He held you through it again, waiting for you to come back to earth, still numb, fuzzy, and spinning. That was probably the best orgasm you’d had . . .  ever.  

You were still laying in your afterglow, breathing in gasps, when Simon pressed a kiss to your face. You felt his cool, wet lips against the hot blush of your cheeks. He must have been biting his lip, willing himself not to cum with you, or inside you. 

“Where you want it?” He whispered into your ear. 

“On me,” you answered. “Wanna see it.”

He groaned, allowing himself to thrust in again. Your pussy squelched obscenely around him. 

“. . . yeah?” He replied weakly, voice faltering. 

You must have hit on something he liked to so quickly drain all the bravado from him. He nestled his face close enough to touch noses with you. He held you as close as he could in his arms, letting you splay your legs against his back as he fucked into you, rocking forward and back in a slow slide. 

“Want me t’ make a mess of y’? That’s what y’ want?”

“Yes,” you breathed across his mouth. 

Then, all the chains came off. He dove into your mouth, sucking on your tongue and moaning like a man starved. He fucked you at a frantic pace, finally able to hit you deep again and again and again. All you could do was claw at his back and neck and hold on for dear life. 

Suddenly, he gasped into your mouth then pushed himself up. He let himself fuck one last thrust into your sinfully wet pussy before he pulled out and worked himself over your stomach. He whined as he came, falling forward onto his other hand, sending spurts of cum up your torso. He caught his breath for a few seconds before he pulled himself up onto his knees. He spent another minute admiring his work. 

“L’s g’d on y’,” he slurred, pulling at the skin on your belly where it was forming a pool. 

He slid out of bed, careful not to let the blankets fall onto you. He fished his briefs out and stepped into them with a wobble, eyes never leaving the silver shine across your torso.  

“Bathroom?” He asked pointing his thumb behind him to the only other door in your apartment. 

You nodded. 

“Lemme clean y’ up,” he said snapping the elastic up over his still-hard cock. 

He adjusted himself as he wandered out of your bedroom. You heard him bump against the door frame and then again on the bathroom door. You lay back with your hands over your face, trying not to laugh. You heard the top of your dirty clothes bin hit the wall as he flipped it open, then the soft shuffling of the towels and clothes inside. The lid was flipped back down with a soft thwack. The faucet turned on, ran for a second, then turned off.

Simon appeared back in your doorway a moment later, more stable on his feet now. He kneeled over you, cleaning you off with the hand towel. You hissed as he swiped the cold, wet cloth up your torso. 

“Okay?” he asked. His warm hand followed behind the towel, warming and drying you, finding any spatters he had missed as well. 

“Yeah,” you answered, soothed by his touch, by the amount of care and effort he was showing to you: a random hookup.

He tossed the towel behind him, adding to the jungle of clothes that scattered your floor. He rested his knee back on the bed, leaning down to clear a space in the bed with his arms, part of which you were occupying.

“Move on in then, love,” he softly commanded.

You reluctantly gave up your warm spot, inching over toward the wall. Once he had made space for his massive frame, he made himself comfortable by squishing the pillow into position and pulling your blankets up over his shoulder. You were about to do the same, try to get comfortable in the cold corner you had been exiled to in your own bed, when you felt his hands grab at your hips.

“Get over here. Warm y’ up,” he said.

You helped him pull your back against his chest. You relaxed, laying your head on his arm as he held you with the other. He even let you twine your fingers together. You felt his breath ruffle through your hair where his face was pressed. You closed your eyes and listened to the soft pound of his heart as you drifted off.

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a/n: this is baby author's first (published) smut, so if it's horrible and unrealistic please let me know! girlie is doing her best! also my hands hurt so bad omg

[ganondoodle]

read about all the armor set pieces i never bothered to fin before stopping to play to make sure i wasnt missing any potential useful info and came across the thing that im guessing is the reward for the shrines given its description and i just

kinda sank back into sadness and desperation bc of how much i dont like it and im fearing they are just gonna mess it all up even further

i said it before but i have a seething hatred for how totk hurts botw in retrospect, like wow i liked the mystery of the sonau but never wanted an answer to it, i liked the mystery of who the ancient hero was bc of its strange depiction and man did i not want this kind of answer, some things not having an answer can be more interesting than having one, cant we focus on going forward instead of looking back further and further, it was fine with the shiekah but at the end of botw it felt like a relieved sigh of "ok the past is gone and done, now we can built a better future and move o-" NOPE LOL LOOK BACK EVEN FURTHER THERE WERE THE COOLEST PEOPLE EVEN FURTHER IN THE PAST OMG YOU GUYYSSS LOOKS HOW COOL THEY WERE AND ALSO FUCKED IT ALL UP LOOOOOK LOOOK

like in general i have nothing against introducing a new species/nation to zelda but the way they did the sonau is just nothing but frustrating to me, coming out of basically nowhere and suddendly being shoved into EVERYTHING, everything shiekah, basically erased bc ACTUALLY the sonau were here first lol and they were so much cooler and better in every aspect dont you DARE even THINK of any other boring old group central to the better game of the two (botw)

like i get it they are the new cool thing but they feel so much more suddendly FORCED into EVERY aspect of both lore and world and how everyone absolutely obsesses over them its like the devs were so scared of the player not being interested in them that they felt the need to make every second NPC obsessed with them just so they can constantly shove in your face how interesting they are (like i think they way this was done just made me even less interested/more annoyed, sorry, their design is neat yeah but i really dont care, you failed to make me care and TELLING me to care wont change that), the ancient shiekah felt so much better integrated as a natural part of the world without being annoying about it and i just ....

i worry about whats to come, both for possible DLC, or worse even another game pretending to be connected to it or just .. in general ... especially given how successful totk was and still looks like its only praised outside of my bubble of like minded people

i now got alot of people interested into my totk rewrite but now im worried ... isnt my energy and time better spent on something else .. especially if they are just gonna make it all worse anyway/mess with it more, like after seeing how much totk disappointed me yet how successful it is i doubt it will get better again

[f444keitflowers]

Yellowjackets characters as Boygenius songs !!

Taissa Turner - Souviner

Always managed to move in / right next to the cemeteries / and never far from hospitals / I don't know what that tells you about me / pulling thorns out of my palm / working midnight surgery / when I cut a hole into my skull / do you hate what you see? / like I do.

Vanessa Plamer - Emily i’m sorry

Headed straight for the concrete / in a nightmare / screaming / now i’m wide awake /spiralling / and you dont wanna talk / just take me back to montreal / i’ll get a real job / you’ll go back to school / we can burn out / in the freezing cold / and just get lost / Emily i’m sorry baby / you know how I get / when i’m wrong / and I can feel myself becoming somebody i’m not / I’m not sorry

Jackie taylor - Cool about it

I came prepared for absolution / if you’d only ask / so I take some offense when you say “no regrets” / […] / once I took your medication / to know what it’s like / and now I have to act like/ I cant read your mind / I ask you how you’re doing / and I let you lie / but we dont have to talk about it / I can walk you home / and practice method acting / i’ll pretend being with you doesn’t feel like drowning / telling you it’s nice to see / how good you’re doing / even though we know / it isn’t true.

Shauna Shipman - Letter to an old poet

I said "I think that you're special" / you told me once that I'm selfish / and I kissed you hard / in the dark / in the closet / […] / you don't know me / I wanna be happy / I'm ready / to walk into my room / without looking for you / I'll go up to the top of our building / and remember my dog / when I see the full moon / I can't feel it yet / but I am waiting

Lottie Matthews - Not strong enough

Always an angel / never a god / always an angel / never a god / I don't know why I am / the way I am / There's something in the static / I think I've been having / revelations / Coming to / in the front seat / nearly empty / Skip the exit / to our old street and go home / Go home alone

Laura Lee - Without you without them

give me everything you’ve got / i’ll take what I can get / I want to hear your story / and be a part of it / thank your father before you / his mother before him / who would I be without you without them? / speak to me / until your histories / no mystery to me.

Natalie Scatorccio - Revolution 0

If it isn't love / then what the fuck is it? / I guess just let me pretend / I don't want to die / That's a lie / But I'm afraid to get sick / I don't know what that is / You wanted a song / So it's gonna be a short one / Wish I wasn't so tired / But I'm tired / If you're not enough / Then I give up/ and then nothing is / I used to think if I just closed my eyes / I would disappear.

Misty Quigley - Stay Down

I wasn’t a fighter til somebody told me i’d better learn / to lean into the punch / so it don’t hurt as bad / when they leave / there you were / turning my cheek / i look at you / and you look at a screen / i’m in the backseat of my body / i’m just steering my life / in a video game / similar accent / a different name / it’s a slow down / so would you teach me im the villain / aren’t I / aren’t I the one / constantly repenting for a difficult mind

[silence-between-seconds]

OK NOW YOUR TURN

pls pls ramble abt any niche interest you have

HELLO THANK YOU

*invokes inner history nerd* so. listen here colonizer and listen good. i will subject you to my random knowledge cuz due to youtube, undiagnosed neurodivergency and most importantly- bad jokes. i have a vari-tea of niche interests but the first thing that came to my mind was my knowledge of the history of how Indians became one of The Top Consumers of Tea.

how did this wonder-drug make its way into our masala covered hearts? what led to the fact that everyday at 4pm the word at the tip of most indians' tongues is "chai"?this is my thesis as a pro desi tea obsessed freak.

This story, like most in our history, starts with the arrival of the British. i would like to insert this picture i found in a video that i laughed at for a solid five minutes:

anyway

technically tea was invented in china, and for a very long time it was exclusively grown there. it was a very high class commodi-tea. it was considered so precious that in 1662 when king charles the second married the Portuguese princess catherine of braganza: her dowry was a chest of tea and THE ENTIRE ISLAND OF MUMBAI (then, bombay) for an annual lease of 10 pounds. let me make that clearer. THE PLACE WHERE A 1BHK HOUSE IS SO EXPENSIVE MOST PPL CANT AFFORD WAS EQUIVALENT TO THIS:

needless to say the brits was so freaking addicted man. they wanted this. so bad.

By the 18th centuary there was a war between the english and the dutch and the brit resources were down the toilet so they couldnt afford to spend all that silver on the trade of tea leaves with china. and china was uninterested in anything the white boys were offering.

UNTIL they discovered something china wanted.

✨Drugs✨

the white boys wanted that tea. and they would do anything. so they started growing opium in india (by that time they had colonized us bruh. they came into our backyard and were like "bro we're such good friends pretty please let me use ur backyard" "ok what do you want to do w it?" "i wanna grow drugs bro" "....ok" "you'll work for me no bro?" "why would i do that" "bro its ur backyard bro" "what-" *england pulls out slavery* "SHUT UP AND DO IT") (dont come at me lmao this is a very rough simplification of what happened)(imma get blocked for this?)

anyway, brits grew opium and smuggled it to china in return for TEA. FOR TEA. 40.

now after the charter act of 1833 (idk what that is exactly but basically brits lost its trade monopoly with china and so now china said we should see other people and it was an open relationship and britian got very pissed but they signed the act anyway i think)

to deal with this they established the Tea Committee (this isnt the first government board specifically for tea. there were plen-tea of others like the Tea Board Of India) which dealt w the extraction of techniques, tea seads and resources from the chinese. this was highly unsuccessful and china was not impressed. this is an example of british desperation they'll do anything at this point. (took everything in me to not insert pictures of how they treated indian farmers. it was *inhales, lets go of anger for my ancestors treatment* bad)

but in the end this qoute i found (undoubtedly by a white man) "fortune favours the white men" came tru and they got their way.

oh you thought i was done? haha babygurl i am not

in 1843 robert fortune, who was a scottish horticulturist, went on a solo trip to china to study (read as: steal) tea plantations. no actually apparently he did study cuz he published a book(i forgot the name).(yes. HIS NAME WAS ROB. FORTUNE. talk about being born for a job)

lemme insert a quick meme here:

(they actually hired him on the spot and gave the amazed man 500 pounds per annum and sent him off to china)

he was to perform what we call The Great British Tea Heist the brits had found their vigilan-tea

my guy was committed to his role and shaved his head and pretended to be a monk and after 3 months wrote a letter to his company saying "bro i got the goodssss"

lmao no this it what the letter said- "l have much pleasure in informing you," he wrote, "that I have procured a large supply of seeds and young plants which l trust will get safely to India."

NOW they finally had the greens and started planting it in india. over the years indian tea topped the market in britian as the best tea. mostly cuz the white boyz HYPED it up. they even started doing diss tracks for chinese tea. this is something read right out of an advertisment- "indian teas are more wholesome, purer, cheaper and better than chinese teas in every single way". white boyz started saying stuff like they got out of a toxic realtionship with china and a healthy one with india (but they were the toxic ones)

now brits tried to globalize indian tea to get the moneyyy~ from indians.

their first experiment with (another) government body for tea- Indian Tea Association began on the indian railways. these railways were the ancestor of the IRC-tea-C. basically they started making tea on the railway platforms. this started the trend of tea being the signature experience on every indian train journey, from the first class to economy, everyone was having it (cuz trains were introduced and quickly became popular in use). train tea was said to be better than the quality of tea in 5 star hotels. and this converted us from a nation of tea-totalers to teach addcits.

now i just have one thing to say in the end. HOW did the quality decline so badly my desi brothers and sisters? nowadays the tea on trains is basically water but brown. milk is a lie.

anyway. on the end we got it right. we took tea from the chinese and brits and we added milk and we added sugar and we got:

✨chai✨

you have reached the end. congrats.

[askkintsugitale]

CHAPTER TWO: NOT YOUR REFLECTION.

((second chapter of kintsugitale!!! this one's longer, :P!!!)) ((Please read if you have any time, i really put a lot of work into these./nf))

Sans woke up slowly. He felt warm, and numb. He was lying in the snow. Why was he lying in the snow? What had happened? Everything came rushing back in a dull roar, building up in his head. He shot up, the snow that had been encrusted on his clothes falling off in little flakes. He started running, tripping over his own feet. The snow began to thin, giving way to the sound of rushing water. He tried to use shortcuts, but it didn’t work. He began to call out in a panic. “PAPYRUS!? UNDYNE!? ANYONE!?” Where was everyone? Where was everyone? The explosion, the darkness. The stone falling from the ceiling. 

Running through the familiar paths of Waterfall, but no one was there. As he went deeper and deeper hot steam began to fill the area. He couldn’t see anything, But he was still running, running, running and there was a cliff he was about to fall he needed to stop he needed to- He slid to a stop next to the edge of a pit that was not supposed to be there. The air was thick, and it made Sans lightheaded. He backed up one, two steps away from the pit. It looked like it had no bottom. His eyelights were barely pinpricks of white, showing his obvious panic. He had to get out of here. It wasn’t safe. He was going to pass out from the heat and the steam. But he needed to find Papyrus. What if he was hurt, what if he was dead? No. He couldn’t think about that right now. He needed to keep it together. This was not the time to panic. Sans took another few steps back, before beginning to run back the way he came. His vision was starting to go blurry. He couldn’t stay here, something must have happened to this part of Waterfall and now he could barely walk in there for five minutes without almost fainting. As he got to a safe area, Sans took a second to breathe and regain his bearings. His entire body shook as his mind raced. What could he do? If he couldn’t get through Waterfall, how could he get to the castle to make sure everyone was alive? He couldn’t use shortcuts. Why? That question finally snapped him out of it. How was he even still alive? The last thing he had remembered was the sensation of turning to dust. That crystal. He looked down at the gem, surprised to find it hanging around his neck from a string. He grabbed it in one hand, bringing it up to eye level. As he turned the black gem, it caught the light in the most peculiar way, shining with every color he could think of. It was warm, and it felt strange. 

It felt like it was full of magic. Much more magic than he had ever experienced. How did he know that? Because he felt like there was an unseen string connecting his SOUL to it. As he let the crystal drop back to his chest, he tried to think. What had caused all of this? He had been lying on the floor, pretending to be dead as the human fought Flowey. But they had died. He remembered getting up because now he had to do something. Flowey hadn’t paid him any mind. He had all the human souls. Sans had watched as Flowey took all of the human souls and tried to combine them. Sans didn’t have a clue why, but that’s what made it all go wrong. He had watched that egotistical weed’s expression go from sadistic joy to fear, before a flash of white-hot enveloped him. He was dead, hopefully. Everything else after that was a blur. He had felt pain, and then cold. All he had been able to hear was ringing, like someone shot off a gun next to his head. Sans took a breath, speaking out loud to himself to collect his thoughts. He counted his problems on his fingers. “okay sans, keep it together. you cant use shortcuts, you can’t get through waterfall. something probably collapsed from that explosion……what the hell?” Sans blinked twice, noticing the cracks on his own hands. Most of his fingertips were black crystal. He pulled back his sleeve. More cracks. His breathing started to get shallow. He pulled his sleeve back down and shoved his hands forcefully into his pockets. He started walking back towards Snowdin. He could barely think with all of these questions, but he knew the most logical thing to do next would be to get back to Snowdin, and assess the supplies he had. The walk back was short, but it felt wrong. It was so quiet, with no one around. The door to his house was unlocked, and the lights were off save for the dim light from the kitchen. As he turned into the living room, he caught his own reflection on the TV. He didn’t look like himself. He was slightly taller than he should be, his shoulders were broader than they should be. There was a fracture along his skull, stretching across his face. He got closer to the TV, his hands shaking as his fingertips traced along the cracks. As he spoke, his voice broke out into heaving sobs. “what the fuck.. what the FUCK!”  He screamed the last word into the silence, collapsing to the floor. His entire body shook as he cried, muttering incoherently as he did. When he had the strength too, he backed up and collapsed onto the green couch. He buried his head in his hands, his eyes shut tight. He didn’t want to look at his reflection. That wasn’t him. He cried until he passed out from exhaustion.

Not a promising start…. . . . AHWQHIUDWHIUDHQIUWHNQI W THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET OUT <////33 MORE CONTENT SOON I SWEAR Also, thank you for reading. It means a lot to me that people are willing to read something i wrote. And i love hearing your thoughts, so reblog and put in the tags, send me a dm, or send me an ask!!! i really love hearing other's thoughts!!

[letmeoutofthebasementt]

can I ask your honest advices on something personal? so I get next to no communication from a now former friend, I had some hunch to ask a reader if said friend dislikes me and the answer came back as yes so I recently googled if ignoring someone or not reaching out to them via texts can count as them being jealous or having some dislike? yet they still send the bday present and xmas card or present as do I but I feel like its a cheap way when I know she practically lives online but I barely here from her so I dont really know what to do? we havent met in years and she makes next to no effort to seem interested in what im doing even if I try to take interest in herself as a friend it feels very one sided even when we used to meet up it would always be about her and never any follow up questions.

I know she has a disablity of some kind however the effort she puts into her other friends is vastly different. if she messages me its once in a blue moon and only to ask if I want to do a quiz, now I stopped checking my online profiles so much because like it seemed she was much more into what she got from others i dont want to feel desperate by constantly trying to fix whatever this "friendship" was supposed to be. do i ask her or do i wonder about it? if she dont tell me how am i gonna know what to do about it because many ppl been like her even when I was in school I was always dealing with ppl who pretended to care when they didnt. I didnt know any better then so it feels like ppl r just only using me if they need me for that certain point otherwise they fuck off and find "better friends" elsewhere like am i that replaceable or weird?

is this petty of me to want to ignore her back or is it mostly her behaviours towards me? the thing is I have dealt with many ppl like her and it doesnt put her in a good light it gives trying to be nice to my face but for all I know she could be chatting shit with someone about me? and shes quite popular online. hence why it feels like im always bottom of her priorities since always having to instigate a conversation felt like conversing with a brick aka it was going nowhere. I know her disability cant prevent her from being a decent person but do I just leave her? yet this whole present giving thing really isnt it for me. its giving oh I will just send her something to make it seem like she cares when she dont message or try to get in touch nor does she want to meet up. all her messages in recent years have been so short almost too blunt

does this sound like jealousy or regular dislike? sorry for rambling again but im so effing tired of these types of ppl who act like they care to have a friendship but then half ass their way out of it, it doesnt help that we moved since long ago so we cant be closer physically as friends. But I feel like my existance bothers her for some unknown reasons. as I told the tarot reader im nothing special heck im not the popular one she is if anything I would guess she was quite popular that she simply didnt need me? You would think if we was real friends she would make a bit more effort cause sometimes theres things I wanna tell her but am like wait she dont care so im not gonna bother cause she want certain replies and comments yaknow?

thanks so so much in advance if you read all of this!!! I love your blog and readings so felt comfortable to ask you for your thoughts hope you dont mind the rant there!

Honestly that’s an awful situation to be in. In my opinion, it’s not necessarily jealousy. She just doesn’t like you, point blank period.

Now, I can admit I’m the type who’s on my phone a lot but can sometimes miss people’s messages, and I’m not good with reaching out first. But that’s not a good behavior. And at least if she liked you she’d be interested when you’re talking, which is something I do. And she’d be there for you. And at least she could come around to responding eventually instead of flat out ignoring you and only contacting you when she needs you.

It seems like to me she’s keeping you around so she can have more people clinging to her and chasing her to fuel her ego. It’s more an ego thing than a genuine like. She does not like you. I’d bet she doesn’t even necessarily tolerate you. But she likes your attention.

She likes the experience of being worshipped and chased. Knowing she doesn’t have to try and you will just chase and follow her to the ends of the earth.

[lonelyalien369]

i feel like my mom is always mad at me (not always but anxiety is the exaggerator) and that's why i keep having dreams where we're fighting and i get very mad and im still mad at her when i wake up for some reason as if what she did in the dream was actually her fault. but idk. i never feel comfortable talking about my struggles with her and im not sure why. is it that im afraid of people in general thinking im begging for attention or something or am i afraid of her response specifically? my memory is so shit so i cant bring myself to a specific example but theres just this feeling in my head that if i get personal with her shes going to ridicule me for some reason. like maybe, i guess, i don't complain about work anymore because then she one ups me about how she works TWO jobs and i have sooo many days off and blah blah blah like okay man but youre physically abled and shit and im not. just because i dont have some horrible debilitating illness diagnosed doesn't mean im not fucking struggling through everyday. you dont know half the shit i go through every day because i stopped telling you a long ass time ago. i stopped when i was a teenager because no one ever believed me. why would i have reason to think anyone would now? i just get slapped with a "fibromyalgia" diagnosis and told to go home. hey, what about my balance problems? my lack off appetite and subsequent weight loss? my constant migraines? my daily pain? whatever man. she doesn't know any of it. i don't tell her. why would i ever think she would believe it? i dont know if im justified in thinking that, but im terrified of finding out, so i never do. i keep it all to myself like i always have. yep. it always works. im doing great. justt peachy. god, i feel like she barely knows me. does that make me terrible? i don't even want to talk to her anymore. i just want to silently slink off to my room for the night. i never know how to bring any of this shit up. my dad may have been explosive when it came to criticizing him, but my mom wasn't far fucking behind. and she likes to pretend they're so different. i guess i get it, i have rejection sensitive dysphoria, so even polite corrections feel like shots to the face, but i dont react by vehemently lashing out and stubbornly defending myself. i just shut up, shut down and leave to cry. but they get angry. and theyll insist they're right. and you can never ever change their mind about nearly anything. we don't talk about cops anymore. i try to stop my siblings from saying stuff like acab because i know shes going to get pissy and defensive about it. when they dont live with her they forget how sensitive she is. i used to be annoyed when theyd feel bad for me for still living with her. but fuck, i get it now. trying to build a long term relationship with her kind of just... hits this wall. you cant get vulnerable with her. it feels too uncomfortable. you feel like you're going to be judged, because you HAVE been. its not an unreasonable assumption. and its BROKEN us. where else am i going to go? i dont have a relationship, no friends to go to, and she's dependent on me too.

.... we're going to have to break the uncomfortable silence eventually. its only hard to talk if you don't try. if this keeps brewing, we're only going to drift apart. and then we'll just have a bunch of regrets...... i wonder if she thinks these things too. i wonder if she wants to be vulnerable, but doesn't want to put the burden on me. you cant exactly read other peoples minds. ..... i cant start tonight. but i.. i often find that i misread her emotional state. i tend to think shes upset with me when shes quiet . but most of the time shes just doing something and its fine. i always assume. fuck. i wish i just had a normal relationship with my parents. does anyone have that? that would be fucking nice.

[obscureother]

the f/orth.

Though this post is going to be kind of odd compared to other posts i normally put, the fourth has become important enough for me to throw out on there. we're going to ignore how it is technically the fifth now on central time, i got home late from the fireworks lolol.

this is your heads up for the very long post, though it does have relevance to f/os if that would be relevant to keep reading for you.

below the moon.

🌑

forgive me for the odd wording of the blog, i go through these weird things where fear comes from certain letters or words to me for these kinds of things. moving on. .

i was doing some thinking on the fourth of july. i realized that though im not very patriotic, there's still some part of me that does look forward to the fourth. dont get me wrong, america is cool, freedom, woo. but, im not really super into that kind of stuff for identity or waving flags or whatnot. not my thing, though there was always something about fireworks that entranced me and often left a mark on my goofy lil brain blob. ive got numerous memories related to them. those i wont go into because theyre personal and yall dont need to read through all that. the thing im getting to though, is that all those memories moreso related to family than patriotism or "freedom woo, eagles with guns," woh-woh.

one of those memories, the relevant one to this blog, is that of when i told my mom that i had f/os.

ok listen, so fictional crushes in general arent new to her. she's known about every fictional crush ive had ever, even the worst ones. (cough, looking at you, 🥞 + 🥓, cough.) Though mom didnt always care for those movies or those topics, those goofy characters i got into and wouldnt shut up about for months or even years at a time, she always supported me. she was the one who told me "someone's gotta love the villains." that it's ok to be into weird, morbid, dark shit or horror, or gore, or whatever. that even tho she didnt think robert englund was hot in the slightest, OR bela lugosi. . gerard butler, he was ok tho. she would always be there for the goofiness about them i had. she got me merch of them, movies, those things i related to them for. i've got a cool mom, guys. for those who need one, ill share but you cant keep her cos i need to keep the cool mom that bore me.

the thing that really gets to me sometimes tho (in a good way) is that, for a long time, ive worried that something was wrong with me. . like on the brain blob? because it took me a long time, but evidently she and everyone else think that i could be on the spectrum or something else is "wonky" (how i call it). the problem is the older i got, the more self-aware i became, the more uncomfortable and nervous i got because there's these things that go on that i dont know or understand how to respond to or handle. things i didnt used to have problems with before that i knew about, things i cant tell if just got developed later or came from college stress or what not. so when i suddenly started coping with pretending these fictional people existed around me, i was really tentative about it. of course im not delusional, but you dont really hear about anyone other than kids having "imaginary friends" (or something similar). im not a kid anymore. i used to have them like lots of others, but it was never to this degree. . because times were simpler, maybe. my brain blob didnt overthink, things werent so complex on the inside or outside of me. it scared me. i thought something was wrong, that i was losing my mind or something because they felt like they were becoming subconsciously ingrained in that wonky brain blob of mine. on top of other things, i was really nervous. i only ever talked to one person about it. shout out to the bestie who knows, you really helped me a lot through that kind of stuff while we figured out that, oh, we're not the only ones who pretend our fictional crushes/interests exist. therapist recommended? ok maybe its not so bad.

but for my mother, i was still scared to tell her. the f/os were becoming such a big part of the things i was doing, how i worked on the inside and they were involved for coping, comfort, things i would do behaviorally because i was communicating or interacting with them through the wonky brain blob residing in my skull box. i wanted to tell her, to share those things with her or to bring it up to a psychiatrist at some point (or both really, cos my mom would be there for that too. we've talked about it for a long time now.) but i was scared she would think i was fucking delusional, some loony to throw in the loony box to get better, yknow? that i talk to people, i pretend their real?? who, wtf??

but my mom, though after a long silence while i explained it to her how long i'd been having them and who they are, how they come to be, what they do for me. . she told me it was ok. that i wasn't freaking loony. that people cope differently, that people grow up at different paces or that its ok to resort to childish things for comfort because things are tough and so long as they help me, that it would be ok. that i know they're not literally real, that im choosing to pretend these people exist or however i do that, so long as im ok. for something so vulnerable, so scary for me, that meant a whole lot. that was on the fourth of july last year.

since then, my mom goes so far as to even interact with my f/os by touching their objects associated with them, to talk back and forth to them through me, to let me babble about them or talk about them. she knows some of their names, who or what they come from, how they work to some degree. the journal i have (the real f/o journal, not the tag), was one that she bought for me knowing it would be used for those f/os or for me to talk through it to them or draw things of them, do whatever i would with but that it would all be centered around my f/o for however it would comfort or bring me joy. she signed that journal for me, alongside the numerous "signatures" from those f/os and read their messages. she pointed and asked about the things they "wrote," smiled at their messages or the doodles of them. for that reason, i felt so safe with those f/os and what they were that i could go forward not being so fearful of myself. that it helped me to further bond with my mom about other things, to feel more of a closeness or security with her because of how good she was to me for those f/o things.

there was even one of my "worst" f/os present on that fourth of july. she knew who and what he was, i told her he was "sitting there" with me on the hood of the car when i told her that these odd fictional men lived in my brain blob and that they would "exist" through my daily life for the past few months. though she still told me that it was ok. that i would be ok, that so long as no one was getting hurt, those f/os would be ok to have for however long i would have them.

for those of you who get worried or embarrassed of having f/os for whatever reason that would be, know that its ok. no one gets hurt, no one gets effected by them. they're there for you, that's the most important thing of them. mom said so.

good fourth of july to you guys who celebrate it, be that for cool moms, friends, or whoever is there for you. the not-real ones, too.

[baekhvuns]

It has just been a month and a half since I got into second year........things alr seem tough 😭. NVM about that, my friends's acquaintance apparently came in handy for this job. Yn job?!?!? Nah frr it reminds of those rom coms 😭😭.

NO HES GOTTA MAKE THE MOVE! But I bet he doesn't even know i fancy him cuz of my tremendous behaviour towards the person I like- PRETEND THEY DON'T EXIST! you will never catch me, and i mean NEVER catch me giving them soft eyes or trying to make a good covo, Bcz my brain says if you find someone attractive act cold towards them and then secretly cry in your room for them to notice when you basically give no clues whatsoever 😃

OHMYGOD NELLY FURTADO?!?! Honestly, I could've given out much better songs! I just forget the artists 😩 WEEKEND IN JUST FRIENDS DANG IT I FORGOT ABT HIM! I'm telling you since the whole the idol show launched, I can never listen to the weekend the same.

I scrolled down a lot on your blog, reading the asks and i saw someone made like vision boards for your fics. And i specifically loved the khronus one 🤌 and I kept tht in mind while thinking of the songs but i forgot it was based on moon lovers 🤦‍♀️

Besides that I've been meaning to ask you about your views on anime. I mean do you watch anime if so what'd be your top picks? Bcz...I'm obsessed with it so ....

Nooo I need a new part of just friends 😭 I'm STARVING FOR IT! The idea of hwayoung automatically popped in my brain when I saw this blog praising Shiloh pitt's visuals and people were going crazy over that oh wow she looks so much like her mother, or like mother like daughter. But ong Shiloh is majestic! Like those genes she acquired from Angelina 🤚🙌✨

I've been meaning to watch red, white and royal blue...(I hope that's the right title!) But I won't get the timeee 😭 like today, I'm doing nothing but I wanna dedicate this day to just my silly little videos on YouTube and not a series or a movie. But I'll try to stay strong!!

Ok but like I really wanna make hwa read the ffs 😭 LIKE PLS SIR!! I'm gonna dm KQ ent a pdf of Duke and general and ask them to MALE THIS A DRAMA! I will in this lifetime, SOMEONE HAS TO DO THT FIC JUSTICE!

reminds you? best friend it IS A YN JOB just wait till the holidays and the movie will start 👀

NO BECAUSE I GET U 😭😭 GOTTA ACT NOT INTERESTED AND MYSTERIOUS CANT LET THE COVER FAIL GDKWHDKW

NELLY FURTADO’S EVERY SONG W TIMBALAND IS FOR JUST FRIENDS (waiting for their new collab omg) AND THE WEEKND YEAH FHWJDHKS no ur right ever since the idol’s clips i saw on twt i just 🫠 what the fuck <3 but if we forget that then the songs def work for runways

omg yes i do!!! i grew up watching it but i mostly only watched shoujo and they stopped making shoujo’s for some reason like 5 years back and i only go to watch those but there’s a few new ones out w the same drawing so im watching them atm! my top picks since i only watched shoujo/slice of life’s would be 1. kamichu, 2. k-on, 3. tamako market, 4. ouran high school, 5. maid sama, 6. orange, 7. kamisama kiss, 8. alice academy, 9. yunerio patisserie!!!!!!! 10. pretty rhythm aurora dream (this was my fav as a kid)

a few others i can think from the top of my head is nana, cardcaptor sakura, SPECIAL A, itazura na kiss, my next life as a villainess, natsume’s book of friends, swan lake (2002), kodocha! if u want recs lemme know ive got a whole collection list 😭😭

ILL DEF LOOK INTO SOMETHING LIKE JUST FRIENDS! NO SHILOH IS LIKE THE PERFECT MIXTURE OF HER PARENTS i get it, id want hwa and yn from just friends to have pretty kids, u know they’d be mad tall 😭😭

that movie is so good!!! i wish it was longer bc i wanted to see more of their progression but it’s a good movie nonetheless!!

LMFAOOOO PLS FHWKDHWKHDWK TAKE THE SMUT OUT RIGHT NOW FHWKHFKWFJWK

[leychin]

the unfortunate people who asked for a part 2: @lavenders-writing @manurmukhs @eudemon-ia

Eclipse wasn't supposed to have a sequel, it was an open ending. There was demand for a part 2 and i wasn't gonna write it but its almost midnight, i dont know how i feel and im sitting under a waxing gibbous rn and the light is all through my room and its dark in here.

and to those who havent read part 1: eclipse

Unfortunately, you were not an eclipse.

To call yourself an eclipse is something exclusive to the bitter and the spiteful. Those who are too angry at themselves to see that it was no ones fault, and people grow apart.

The brushing of shoulders in the hall stopped feeling like anything, and eventually stopped all together. Making eye contact with him was met back with an equally cold stare. To say there was any warmth left in those crimson eyes for you was a laughable attempt at pretending like you were still a part of his life.

It was a simple fact that you just weren't a part of his life anymore, nor was he in yours. His hoodies and other knickknacks dropped off at the nearest donation bin as the spring came and you did your cleaning. You no longer clung to the happy memories because the morebyou look back, the more you realized they didn't happen, did they?

They say it comes with taking off the rose tinted glasses, which could very well be true, and maybe you're clinging to the things you didn't like about him to make yourself think it was for the better. debatable. You never liked that he left his sweaty workout clothes on the floor, and even though you told him you couldnt handle all of his spices he would still put them in and tell you to get over it.

Maybe thats why you still keep all your old pictures together in its album, if digital albums could collect dust then that one would be spotless. You open it frequently for some unknown reason, you say its to laugh at how dumb you were for thinking it would work, and to learn from your mistakes. Mistakes are not placed in an ornate box in the front of your mind for you to open at any moment you desire, so why are yours there?

Bakugo was once your sun, and you would've done anything to show him you were worthy of his light just three months ago. Now you find yourself with a dull shine, and you celebrate because there once was no shine at all, you find yourself looking to tell someone who's no longer there; you scoff and tell your girlfriends instead who've been with you the entire way.

The groupchat doesn't feel right anymore, the orher girls knew how you felt about the sun once. The moon left you, all light from the sun has to leave one way or another. But thats okay, the girls go out with you for girls days and you stop counting stars in your sleep because you know they'll never be you.

They say the whole "breakup thing" is hard, but what is there to mourn if nothing was there in the first place? The sun, the moon, and the stars are always there, even if they do not shine for you and do not bend to shine for anyone but themselves. You understood this as the law of the universe, so it didn't hurt. Nothing can hurt you if you excpected it all from the beginning.

The tightness in your chest when you see the anniversary posts every month can easily be chalked up to a long night of internet browsing, your hands are clenched into fists because of cramps, you should really get off of your phone.

But you cant, because long nights of browsing are some of the only moments of peace that you can manage without having the urge to punch something. The moon isn't the best company, but you'd rather befriend the stars than face the sun again.

They say the whole "breakup thing" is hard, maybe it is if there was really something there. But after a while of telling yourself that you felt nothing, you really start to feel nothing; or at least you think it feels like nothing. You still feel as empty as you did on the first day, but its an emptiness you've grown comfortable with and that's enough for you.

You want to wish for all of the celestial figures to disappear one day, no more eclipses, no clouds of smog to cover the stars and for the new moon to be permanent. But to wish for such things is for bitter people who can't get over something as simple as a breakup, so you wish for the sun and moon to continue as they are for all eternity and for the stars to watch in awe.

You'll watch with them one day.

When the comfortable ache, the emptiness starts to feel like home.