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You're Human Too: Chapter.2 Devotion Pair: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader Summary: Your first time with Gojo. CW: Sex, P in V, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Fluff, Pussy Eating. Do not repost or translate my works. AO3

Who would’ve thought love would mean night-ins just creating a world for the both of you. Ignoring what happens outside and just focusing on yourselves. How home has become a pair of arms holding each other tightly not wanting to break the embrace. It’s still a strange wonderful feeling how familiar you two have always found one another. As if your souls have known each other in the past and have found each other again and again. Love has many meanings; it can be shown is so many different ways. By touch, a gift, words or something as simple as a genuine smile. Loving Satoru Gojo was different in the best way possible. Complicated as he can be it was an easy type of love. Built on years of friendship, lame jokes, teasing remarks, caring for one another. Just embracing one another's greatest achievements and faults.

Moments alone together are rare, but it’s important to remember you both have a right to steal a moment for yourselves. Even if fun means staying indoors with a movie and some take out.

The small date you both had planned for today had to be rescheduled, it seemed like the weather wasn’t in favor of your plans. Sudden showers were announced, so you both opted for a date in. Neither of you minded it, rain, food and cuddling while watching tv? That sounded like a perfect evening. That is until the silence was disturbed. Gojo wouldn’t stop pestering you , asking what was it you liked the most about him, what made you fall for him. “Come on just tell me why do you like me so much. What do you like about me” he asks dragging every word making them longer in an high pitched voice. Movie forgotten playing in the background, you sat on his lap facing him. Surprised by you he goes to speak and you immediately put a finger up to his lips. Raising an eyebrow at you he goes along with whatever you’re gonna do, grabbing you by your hips, he lowers himself more on the couch so you can sit comfortably on his lap. The way he’s smirking while looking at you makes your heartbeat accelerate a bit. How could it not? Gojo tends to have that effect on you. Intense gaze never letting up, ceaseless teasing on the daily and nonstop flirtatious remarks. But one thing was always present and it's his way of loving and caring for people. Words weren't always his strong suit, but his devotion is always there.

Mustering up some courage to spill a fraction of your feelings for the snow colored haired male; you can almost feel your heart clawing its way up your throat. You bring up your shaky hands to take off his his sunglasses and put them off to the side. Bright blue eyes staring back at you, you give him a genuine smile and he does the same. Lowering your face so your lips are hovering over his you whisper to him “I think the moon, the night sky, and all the stars in the universe are jealous of the galaxies you hold in your eyes alone. Here I am lucky enough to have them looking at me with so much devotion, so much care, so tenderly. I'm glad that between heaven and hell, we were lucky enough to find each other, here in the middle.” you finish sounding breathless.

Gojos hands tighten around your waist and for a moment you think it made him uncomfortable. Before you could say anything one of his hands is grabbing you by the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair. He's kissing you and it's robbing you of air. This kiss feels different compared to the others you two have shared. Every kiss has been indescribable but this one is all consuming leaving your senses revitalized. Your skin feels hot feeling his lips moving softly against yours but there’s so much emotion behind it - a sense of urgency. Trying to convey everything he feels for you. Hearts beating wildly against each others chest. Breaking the kiss to catch his breath he takes in your disheveled look. The kiss is deeper and it's left every nerve in your body on fire. You shudder at the feeling of his hands running up and down your sides gently squeezing you. He hasn’t responded to your words yet, still processing them. A sudden realization came over him and something inside him shattered. And the desperation to touch you and kiss you came instantly. Breaking the kiss he takes a deep breath, admiring the view in front of him. He wants this moment ingrained in his mind forever, like one remembers a favorite song. Always playing in the back of your mind at the most random of times bringing you back to that first moment you heard it; causing the same happiness to replay again and again. You’re his and he is yours for the rest of each other’s lives and even after that. If there was one thing he was sure of is he'd love you in the past and he'd love you in any existence. If the both of you existed at the same time his heart would always search for yours.

From the first moment Gojo saw you he knew you were it for him. The way you made him feel left him making up mind long ago. If it ever needed to be, he'd sacrifice the world for you. You purely cared for him, him as a person. His title was something attached to him wherever he went, but it was something you didn't care for. You acknowledged and knew it for a fact he was indeed the strongest, but at the end of the day he was still the same annoying but funny Satoru Gojo you'd known for years. Knowing he wasn’t the easiest person to be around at times made him appreciate you even more. You never left, always there for him no matter the time or day. He feels his chest tighten at the realization crashing down on him, he was in love with you. Deeply, madly and completely in love with you and he had been for a while now. Those three words are burning the tip of his tongue wanting to escape. Lips parting slightly, breathing heavy, you both take a moment and are left staring at one another. The way you’re looking at him would have brought him to his knees if he were standing. He starts littering tender kisses around your face and neck. A delighted sigh escapes past your lips.

“Y’know”-he starts whispering near your ear voice dropping an octave-“ever since I first saw you, I knew you were gonna be in my life. Didn’t know if it was gonna be for the best or crap” he chuckles. “It took me years to admit it to myself even though I already knew what I wanted with you. I have a flawed personality, and you never seemed to mind it. I was so scared of hurting you but you always put me in my place when it needed to be done. I felt my life begin again when we made it official between us. You have turned into my sun and moon; it’s you and always will be you.”

His words have eased any doubt you had within you. Awestricken by them you find yourself suddenly growing timid. Not knowing what to say you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Aw, my girl got all shy on me. Cute.” Gojo says teasingly. To get your attention he decides to softly pinch the fat of your cheeks between his index and thumb. What he gets in return is a groan from your lips and a low ‘stop it’. “No” he scoffs — “I’ll keep going until you look at me”.

He might be annoying sometimes but he always means well; he really does. Growing up in such a strict household where he was only seen for his gifts left him with little to no room for fun. Making up for lost time seems like the easiest explanation for why he is the way he is. Who could tell someone as powerful as him what to do? —(Well you could and he’d do anything you ask of him.) But the way he acts is also a mask at times, but he has to keep it up he thinks. He can’t let people worry, as the strongest sorcerer he has to protect everyone around him. It’s a tough weight to carry a lot for just one man alone to do. But it’s something he’s accepted long ago; so having you in his life resets him. Reminds him that he deserves moments of peace where he can enjoy simpler things. Be it fate or the universe, the both of you were meant to cross paths and meet.

Running your hands along his forearms you land on his hands and guide them down to wrap around your waist. Chests pressed together you both feel one another’s erratic heartbeats. It’s cute how nervous the both of you are —you both think simultaneously— but neither speak up about it; just wanting to enjoy what’s happening. Gathering up your courage you start the kiss slow and he follows you, letting you dictate the pace. He hasn’t moved his hands from where you put them relishing how soft your skin feels under his fingertips as his grip gets tighter.

Moving one of your hands to cup his cheek you bring the other one up to tangle in his hair. Giving his hair a small tug you tilt his head back a bit to deepen the kiss. Mouth agape gives you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue in and you do. Losing yourselves in the moment, the feeling of one another neither of you know how long you’ve been in that position. Gojo decides to bring one of his arms across your back, resting his hand on your shoulder blade while the other is tight against your waist. Pressing you harder against his body. His cock is straining against his pants and you can feel it against your core. Involuntary you start rocking your hips back and forth, small moans escaping from your mouth. Shame is nonexistent as you try to feel more of him. Angling your hips and pressing yourself more on to the outline of his cock to feel more. Gojo is fighting the urge to throw you against the sofa and fuck you stupid. The noises you are making, the warmth from your core mixed with your movements have him almost coming in his pants. He’s helping you grind your hips even harder on him, drunk on every sound you’re making. Wrapping your arms around his neck you rest your lips on his — “more” you whisper.

A small grunt leaves his lips as he grabs both of your cheeks with his big hands. “Are you sure Angel?” Gojo asks in a hushed tone. Shaking your head up and down you think it’s enough of an answer for him. But as he presses his lips to your forehead to leave a fleeting kiss he murmurs “I need you to say it sweetheart” and you can hear a the touch of nervousness behind his tone. Always the worried one with you, treating you like glass. He just wanted to be sure you wanted this just as much as him —as if the events prior weren’t enough of an indicator— wanting everything with you to be as perfect as possible. “I’m sure Satoru, promise” you give him a bright smile.

Outside it has started pouring, the rain letting its presence known with small thuds against the windows. Everything feels serene, rain and your small whimpers are the only audible things in Gojos living room.

Drawing back from his place on your neck, he gently appreciates the slowly blooming marks coming to life around your throat. As Gojo runs his thumb slowly against them he swears your skin feels softer and better than any silk he’s ever touched. Admiring the purple and reddish marks leaves him with a sense of satisfaction. Finally after all this time, he can mark you like he’s always wanted to. Finally — he thinks —people will know you’re taken when he can’t be beside you. “You always look so pretty” he says says - cupping your cheek.

His hands tightened under your thighs as he gets up from the sofa holding you. “Let’s move to my room so it’s more comfortable, yeah?” he says in a hushed tone voice sweeter than honey. Carrying you deeper into his apartment, towards his room he lays you on his bed. The room is dimly lit, lamps casting a low steady warm light — Gojos preference —as you are familiar with. Since the last rays of the sun are hidden behind rain clouds the room feels even cozier. The sheets feel so soft you think; Gojo on the other hand is processing how to even start. He’s not a man that second guesses himself, always sure on what he wants. But when it comes to you, he always gets nervous and he feels something strange in him-doubt is trying to settle in. You’re the best chance he’s ever let himself take. Letting someone see who he truly is is something he thought he wouldn’t have the luxury of experiencing.

Before he can even react you’re pulling him down onto you and connecting your lips together. “What’s wrong, Satoru? We don’t have to do anything y’know.” you finish off with a peck to his lips. Looking down at you makes a sense of calm wash over him. You are really his home, the way you calm his nerves with just a simple question. So used to being told what to do and not being checked on afterwards—you really are his angel. “Sorry there baby, got lost in how gorgeous you look under me. Bet you’re thinking the same there.” that lopsided smile he’s giving you makes you melt. But you still want to wipe it off of him. If he isn’t teasing or poking fun it’s not Gojo. It’s part of him and something you’re used to.

You tug at the bottom of his t-shirt -signaling-for him to take it off. As soon as he does you reach up and run your hands over each bit of exposed skin you can reach from your position under him. Goosebumps rise on his skin as soon as he feels your warm hands touching him. “Okay, okay your turn” he says smiling while swatting your hands away.

Leaning more towards you he moves his large palms to the soft mounds of your breast, caressing and squeezing over the sweatshirt you are wearing. “Help me take it off,” he murmured looking at you. Bare chest exposed to his eyes has him biting back a moan as he watches your nipples pebble exposed to the cold in the room. His breath gets caught at the back of his throat as you lay back down. Strong hands grab your parted thighs so he can fix his position “How about this next, angel?”. Getting shy at his question you’re left nodding. Gojo raises a brow and gives your right thigh a small squeeze. “Y-yes” comes out your stuttering answer as you raise your hips to assist him in taking your pants off.

Left in just your underwear you feel his eyes run up and down your body. Making his way up your body he leans on his elbows leaving a kiss on your lips. Leaning down near your ear he whispers in a deep voice “I’ve been wanting you for so long, you have no idea and I’m gonna show you, Angel”. Leaning on his left arm he brings his right hand down to your breast taking your hardened nipple between his finger gently pinching and squeezing your tit. The kisses Gojo is leaving along your jaw down to the curvature of your neck are scorching your skin. You’re whimpering at the feeling of his soft lips running across the marks he had left earlier. Closing your eyes drowning in the feeling of his lips you open your eyes when you feel his warm tongue swirl around your hardened nipple. When your eyes meet with his he sucks harder while pinching your left nipple. A loud moan escapes your mouth and at that a sudden wave of possessiveness hits him. He’s reveling in the fact that no one else gets this view and as long as he’s alive no one else will. The way you’re squirming under him and he hasn’t even fucked you has him in a daze.

The noises you’re making has his cock painfully hard but he just wants to focus on you first. Wanting you to be ready to take his cock. Gojo removes his hand from your breast and starts dragging it down your stomach, calloused fingertips leaving a goosebumps in their wake. Fingers gripping and touching every bump and curve over your body, wanting to memorize you entirely. “You’re so perfect. Aren’t you, hm?” you can almost feel the vibrations of his voice against your chest.

He’s wearing that wolfish grin of his while looking at you. Leaving a kiss on your clavicle he back up and rests on his knees. Hands resting on your thighs his gaze fixes on the wet patch in between your legs. “What if I touch you here, Y/N?” hooded eyes not breaking contact from where he’s touching. He seems hypnotized, grabbing your panties he stretches them over your sensitive nub watching your pussy lips swallow the offending piece. Gojo is fighting the urge to rip it off, wanting to have have a little more fun with you. To distract himself he starts rubbing slow circles over your clit watching the material get darker the wetter you got. It’s a sin how good he’s making you feel when he still hasn’t taken your panties off. Looking at him you notice the way the dim lights seem to dance across his pale skin. Your hips are involuntary moving trying to feel more while he’s toying with you. “‘Toru come on” you whine at him. Heat pooling in your lower stomach.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long and here you are being impatient. But I can’t say no to you baby.” Warm hands grab the waistband of your panties and he’s pulling them down your legs. Palming his cock over his sweatpants he takes a real good look at you, and to him you look ethereal. A goddess walking amongst men in this pitiable world. He will worship your body, mind and soul.

Getting rid of his pants he's only left wearing his black boxers. “I bet you taste as sweet as you look” —“keep your legs here” he speaks in a raspy tone —placing them on his shoulders— words sounding a little breathless. The thumping of your heart is so strong you almost miss the feeling of Satoru trailing kisses on the inside of your thighs, nipping at your skin. The teasing glint in his eyes ever present looking at you become desperate for more of him. Making his way to your cunt, you feel his warm breath fanning over your folds, lips hovering over your wet cunt. He leaves a kiss before he's bringing one of his hands to spread you open. A groan left his lips as soon as he tasted you. Addicting is the first word that pops into his head. Strong hands pin your hips down to the bed so you don't move away from him. The only thing on his mind is your pleasure. Having his tongue against your clit he spells each letter of his name. "You're mine pretty girl" his sultry words combined with his actions has you whimpering his name.

Swirling his tongue around your clit he presses his face harder into you to suck at your clit. Dragging his tongue up and down your wet cunt teasing you before he buries his tongue in you. The thrusting of his tongue in and out of you, massaging your inner walls has you squirming under him. Stealing a look at your moaning trembling figure he sees you gripping the sheets under you. The noises you're making have him rutting his hips against the mattress searching for some type of relief on his aching cock. One of your hands reach out tangling your fingers through his hair pulling at his roots. A quick burning pain washes over him and he lets out a small hiss. Lifting his gaze he's met with your tinged pink face already looking back at him. "I-I'm sor-" before you can apologize -thinking you hurt him- he's pushing your legs up towards your chest, leaving your cunt even more exposed for his eyes. "Do it again if you want, Angel" he says licking his lips. Smiling he gives your clit a kiss, then another and another until you feel his soft lips dragging against yours. Every moan is like music to his ears and it's the sweetest melody he's ever heard. He doesn't want it to stop; wanting to know what other noises he could pull out of you. Trying to close your legs around his head as the feeling is getting a bit overwhelming as your orgasm is creeping up on you. Moving your legs you open them wider and grab his hair and you hold his head still. Gojo lets out a filthy moan feeling your clit pulsing on his tongue. Rising your hips to grind yourself against his mouth, you're reduced to a mess of broken moans and he lets you think you have control. Sliding his tongue frantically around your lips he flicks and sucks at your clit. The tightening you feel on your lower stomach has you feeling hot all over, a thin veil of sweat is covering the both of you. Your voice replacing the silence of the once serene room, now all that's heard is a mix of your moans and the sound of hard rain hitting the window. As you're about to fall off the edge of pure bliss he stops his movements. "I thought I told you not to move your legs" he taunts ripping your near orgasm away. He gives your cunt a gentle slap and you want to cry. "Gojo I was so close what the fuck." the pitch of your voice is higher than usual signaling your annoyance. Tears threatening to spill at your frustration.

"Oh I'm Gojo now" he says chuckling "don't break my heart like that you just looked so cute. I wanted a better view." Sitting on his knees a lustful shiver runs down his spine while he looks at you, eyes crinkling as he smiles. Dragging two of his thick fingers against your heated cunt to gathering some of your wetness. He gently starts prodding at your opening. Slipping one finger in to the first knuckle. You let out a small hiss at the intrusion- chills start prickling your skin. A sinister grin present as he watches you move your hips against his hand. "I don't think one is enough for you, angel. Huh?" sultry voice laced with a smile he adds a second finger. "I have to make sure you're ready, sweetheart" the white haired male says while changing his position to hover over you. His long thick fingers are reaching depths yours never have. Pumping his fingers in and out of your wet cunt the squelching sounds bouncing off the walls would have embarrassed you. But the way he curls his fingers, mercilessly abusing that special spot inside you has you in a daze. Pleasure creeping up again you feel the coil start to tighten. Gojo is desperately kissing you, wanting to see how you look coming for him. He's loved every minute, second of how your body has responded to his touch. Breathy moans escaping your mouth you look up at him "please let me cum, please, please" body quivering - voice desperate. His eyes widen at your words barely recognizing your voice. A new sense of urgency hits him, he has to make you finish and fast, before he's coming in his boxers without fucking you. Taking his fingers out of you, he moves them desperately over your clit. "My pretty girl, I know you're gonna feel amazing around me once I'm done here. Aren't you?". You're not processing his words blinded by the pleasure you're feeling. Just left a babbling mess of "Yes-yes-yes" and "I'm gonna cum". And then it hits you, the power of your orgasm flooding all your senses. Tremors wracking your body, breathing heavy. You hear Gojos tender voice saying your name and then you feel his warm lips over yours. "Are you alright, Angel?" covering your face with your hands you let out a small "yeah" with a low laugh.

Giving your forehead a light kiss he backs up, finally letting his cock spring free from the confines of his boxers. The view in front of you made your heart skip a beat. He bit his lip, holding back teasing remarks at your surprised expression. "I can't wait to have you cream all over my cock" he says. The admission made your throat go dry. eyes exploring every inch of pale skin. Giving himself a few pumps, he runs his cock against your cunt for lubrication. Bringing himself to hover over you, he aligns himself with your entrance. He wanted to go slow, but the desperation in him is winning; fully sheathing himself in you with one thrust. Both releasing a moan as your hips settle against each other you wrap your legs around his waist. You feel even better than he could have ever imagined.

You really are perfect he thinks. The strongest sorcerer in existence is just putty in your hands. You could mold him to whatever you want and he’d do it. But you always let him know he’s perfect being who he is. He plants both of his hands on either side of you and takes a look at you. Eyes locking together you’re softly smiling at him. And he really thinks he doesn’t deserve someone as perfect as you. But if anyone dares to even look at your direction in a wrong way he knows he’d end them. The room is silent for a moment, it’s as if you’d read his mind. You bring one of your arms to wrap around his back and tangle the other one in his messy hair. Pulling him down towards you to connect your lips together. Saliva connecting you both, eyes hooded in pleasure looking back at leaves him picking his thrusts back up. The sound of skin slapping and moans filling the room.

“This pussy was made for me. You’re mine, pretty.” Sucking in a sharp breath feeling your cunt get tighter around his cock at his words. “You like hearing that don’t you?” Trying to escape his intense gaze you try to look somewhere else but he quickly has your chin between his fingers making you look at him. Raising his brow he waits for an answer. “Yes, yes. I’m yours Satoru” you speak bashfully.

”I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you. And before you ask, yes I’m yours.” he says in his usual teasing lilt. You would laugh at his last sentence and question how can he sound sound so calm while he’s balls deep in you. But the way his cock feels - the way his pelvis is rubbing your clit steals any coherent thoughts you would have. Cock plunging deep inside of you dragging deliciously against your walls. Whispering sweat nothings in your ear, voice low and raspy. Sweat covered bodies moving in sync. The stinging you’re causing by dragging your nails down his back breaking his skin have him moaning into your mouth. He will only be this vulnerable with you, no one else will ever get this side of him.

Having his infinity on all day, everyday has left his skin so sensitive to touch. And being able to have those walls down around someone is something he’d thought he wouldn’t be able to enjoy. But here he has you under him, leaving angry red marks down his back, pulling at his hair and biting his lips in a passion filled frenzy. You really are his piece of personal heaven.

Every time he pulls his hips back you miss the way he fills and stretches you. Slender fingers holding you at your hips loving how soft you feel under his fingers. Kiss growing sloppier by the second while you grab fistfuls of his hair. He’s kissing his way down to your chest to swirl his warm tongue against your peaked nipple while he pinches the other one with his free hand. The feeling of his cock plunging into the soft plush of your cunt is driving him crazy. Languid rolls of his hips has you arching your back wanting to feel him go even deeper. “You don’t have to hold back. I’m not made of glass” you say feeling heat spread under your skin - fingers dancing over his back in a loving matter. The deep chuckle he lets out against the shell of your ear sent chills down your spine. As his strong arms tense holding him up he gives you a deep sharp thrust that steals you of your breath. “More like that sweetheart?” he says with a coy tone. Hips snapping against yours with such force that its forming ripples against your skin heavy balls slapping your ass. He’s intently watching your face contort into one of pleasure. He knows you’re getting near, orgasm building up, the way you’re clamping down on his cock has him struggling to focus. Your eyes snap shut and your head falls back into his pillows as the tip of his cock starts bullying that special spot inside of you. “Right there, right there. Ah-ah” you’re practically screaming out. He could feel his cock twitching, his own undoing nearing. His merciless rhythm combined with his sweet words pushes you over the edge. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, heels digging in his back. Strangled noises coming from you unable to form a coherent sentence. Gojo feels your walls fluttering and that’s the trigger to his orgasm. “Shit-shit” he pulls himself out of you at the last second he finishes on your stomach. Looking at the mess between your thighs and now on your stomach he gives you an apologetic smile for the mess. Coming down from all the events that have transpired you admire Gojos snow colored hair as it’s sitting wild against his sweat covered forehead. Drinking in how he looks. Pale skin tinged pink with the aftermath of his orgasm. His delicate voice shakes you from your thoughts “let’s go get cleaned up, sweet Angel. Well with the noises you were making I don’t think you sounded like one. I wonder if the neighbors heard you” he voices in an aloof manner. “Oh well free show for them.” he says looking at you with a lovesick look on his face.

You grab and throw one of his pillows at him. “Shut up, Satoru. Let’s just go get washed up please. I don’t even want to think about that” you say sounding nervous.

“I’m just kidding baby” he smiles looking at you then faintly whispering “maybe”.

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myseungsunglove · 1 year ago

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Hiiii I have a favor to ask! I'm on a bit of a drought of finding stuff to read. I've read all of your fics and I absolutely loved them btw! So do you have any recommendations it could be fluff, angst, smut, and comfort! You could recommend regular fics of blogs of people with good fics! I read about all of Stray Kids!! You totally don't have to! Its 110% okay if you don't! Thank you anyways!

-👀 anonnie

Okay, so I did a thing. I spent some time going through my blog and labeling everything I've personally reblogged. If you search the tags "Mia Recommends" & "Mia's Favorites" you'll find a host of fics.

I mostly only read Han, Seungmin, Chan, and Lee Know so that will mostly be my recs.

I also hedge into some Poly Ot8! & other pairings with a reader, and I understand that isn't for everyone. So if it isn't for you, just skip over those.

I will also just straight up give you a list of my absolute favorites. Like changed the way I look at writing, favorites. *smiles* This took me about an hour and a half, so I hope you find something from it!

There are 12 personal recommendations below the cut.

Mia's Favorite Fics

Ditto by @hwajin - Seungmin x Reader, smut, agnst - This one utterly broke my heart. I don't often read angst, but this one just stuck with me even though it hurt my feelings so bad.

No Words by @jl-micasea-fics - Seungmin x Reader, smut, established fwb, fwb to lovers au This one is just beautiful and raw. Mica is probably one of my favorite authors on this platform. So much talent. You'll see a few of their fics here.

Rain by @jl-micasea-fics - Seungmin x Reader, angst, smut - Mica is kind of the queen of angst and hurting your feelings. Just understand that going into this one.

2min x Reader Fic by @rachalixie - Seungmin x Reader x Lee Know, fluff - One of my favorite friendships is 2min, so the idea of being absolutely adored and loved by both of them just melts my heart. I understand a poly fic may not be for everyone so please skip it if its not for you.

In My Dreams by @astraystayyh - Seungmin x Reader, enemies to loves, angst wrapped in fluff - Sahar is another writer that I love almost everything I read by them. This one is really relatable and just wonderful.

Connected by @sky-yuna - Poly ot8! Series - lots and lots of smut, angst, fluff you name it, this series has it. I absolutely adore this series and it's probably one of my favorite ones out there. Each relationship with the boys is so special, and they do a good job of spreading the love, literally and figuratively, between all of the boys and the reader in this series. I understand a poly fic may not be for everyone so please skip it if its not for you.

Back Burner by @astraystayyh - Han x Reader - angst - this one will just hurt your heart and it's so relatable, honestly. I claim to not read a lot of angst, but you can tell by this list that I clearly do. This one will hurt your feelings, I assure you.

ZIP - by @cb97percent -Chan x Reader - smut, fluff, fwb - This one is absolutely beautifully written. I'm a sucker for friends with benefits trope as evident in several of my recs so far. The writing in this one is just, *chefs kiss*

Catfish? - by @seungminheart - Han x Reader - smut, crack, fluff - this one is absolutely fucking hilarious. It's a rockstar! Han fic and it's just, you'll love it. This author recently stole my heart with this fic and a Seungmin one. They are so so so talented. They have a Lee Know one they just put out today that I can't wait to read! They have other pairings as well and I would recommend any and everything they write.

Go ahead and cry - by @hyunsvngs - Seungmin x Reader, smut - this one is part of a series called "Hot Bitch Summer" and the way I was absolutely so weak for this part in particular. It's just all smut all the time in this series. It's only "Poly-esque" fic series. You'd have to read it to really understand what I mean by the esque. - I understand a poly fic may not be for everyone so please skip it if its not for you.

August is a Fever - by @seungminheart - Seungmin x Reader, smut, fluff - This may well be one of my favorite reads I've read in the skz fanfiction world. The friendship between Hyunjin and the reader in this one is fucking hilarious. The dynamic with Seungmin, kind of enemies to lovers esque but isn't. You'll just have to read it to understand. The writing is absolutely immaculate. This writer really has something special.

Photobooth - by @astraystayyh - Seungmin x Reader, fluff - this one is just so precious. It's so sweet you'll melt.

As I wrap this up, I realize how much I absolutely love reading Seungmin x Reader fics. They have a special place in my heart. I was kind of surprised there was more of him on this list than Han. They are both my ults, but I feel like Seungmin has been trying to declare himself the top ult recently.

Hope you find something here you can fall in love with. Be sure to check out my mia recommends tag for more stories that I really enjoyed. There were just too many to put all of them here! Please also respect each writer's rules and regulations when it comes to reading their work and interacting with their blog!

#Mia's nonnie wonnies #Mia answers #Mia's asks #shifty eye nonnie #mia recommends #Mia's favorites #stray kids #stray kids x reader #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #bang chan x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut

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felagund-the-valiant · 3 months ago

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A Heavy Crown - Fingon x f!reader

The newly crowned High-King still mourns his father.

Words: 992

Tags: hurt/comfort, mention of canon character death

A/N: somehow i never gave much thought to how fingon must’ve felt after taking on his father’s crown. once i did i got hit in the feels and not in a good way :/

The sky was a brooding grey, it was only a matter of time before rain would start to pour down. You stood next to Fingon, posture straightened, chin held high and let your eyes wander over the crowd of nobles assembled in the throne room. Some of your husband‘s Fëanorian cousins were attending, no doubt due to pressure from their eldest brother.

Your crowns were beautiful – full of intricate details and shining gems, their golden hue matching effortlessly with the golden bands Fingon always braided into his hair. The speech he had prepared was moving.

He spoke in a firm voice about not losing hope in these dark times and how Elves and Men alike could count on him to do everything in his power to help rebuild all that was scorched by the dragon’s fell fire. Right now, it seemed like an immeasurably burdensome task of who knew how many long years, but Fingon had a way with words that made you want to believe in him and share his optimism.

In the beginning, it had surprised you how fast he could switch between easy-going jokester and rallying commander and as time went on it became one of the features you admired most about him.

Fingon’s oldest cousin Maedhros was the first to receive the two of you after the official part of the ceremony was over and it was time to mingle and pay respects. The two men hugged tightly, their close friendship having long been restored after all the strife between their respective houses.

Maedhros didn’t make any moves to hug you and instead bowed and smiled politely. You didn’t hold it against him, you knew that even though you had known him for a long time, physical touch still didn’t come easy to him after his time in Angband.

Of course there was a formal exchange of words as well, Maedhros swearing loyalty to the new High-King and Queen, expressing willingness for future cooperation and the like. You lost count of how many nobles you had talked to during the day and didn’t even remember most of their faces at this point. It was evident that Fingon was becoming more and more tense and even though he tried to cover it up, he could never hope to hide the storm brewing beneath the surface from you.

You tugged his sleave gently. “Let’s retire for the night, hm?” you suggested, and he nodded curtly, evidently relieved by your initiative. You followed him to stand before your thrones and announced that the two of you were retiring for now. More informal celebrations would take place tomorrow. There was polite applause and scattered calls of Long live the King and Queen! as you both left the grand hall.

You closed the door to your shared chambers behind you and watched Fingon slowly walk towards the bed. He collapsed onto it and let out a little sniffle, the tears he had held back all day finally rolling down his face. Gently plucking the crown off his head before taking off your own, you set them aside on the nightstand and joined him on the bed.

Seeing your beloved like this was beyond distressing. The deep sorrow was such a sharp contrast to his usual bright optimism. “Is there something I can do?” you asked hesitantly.

Fingon let out a shaky breath. “Can you … hold me?” he asked almost timidly, and you opened your arms for him without thinking, pulling him closer. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling a quiet thank you. You gently ran your fingers across his scalp, hoping the sensation would help sooth him.

After a while his sobs died down and only the occasional sniffle was left. “I don’t want to be king,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. You knew he didn’t really mean it. Your husband had never had a problem with assuming leadership, but this was different. Your coronation had made it official. His father was no more and there was no more hiding in denial. Fingon had loved his father deeply (a trait that seemed to unite the entire House of Finwë) and his death had broken a part of him that you weren’t sure could ever be fixed.

Naturally, you mourned the loss of your father-in-law as well, but you knew your own pain could never compare to your husband’s.

“I know,” you said quietly and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, burying your face in his dark hair.

There wasn’t even a body to bury. You still vividly remembered the quiet ceremony Fingon had held to honour his father. Standing in front of an empty grave, banners solemnly waving in the wind, speaking praises of his father’s valiant deeds and how the Noldor had lost their greatest king on that grim day.

Fingon withdrew from your embrace a little, so you were face to face again. He cupped your cheek in his hand, letting his thumb caress the soft skin. His face was still stained with dried tears, but his eyes had regained some of their spark. “Thank you for being by my side,” he whispered, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You covered his hand with yours and gave it a little squeeze. “Don’t you ever worry about losing me. You’ll always have your queen by your side, this I swear to you,” you said in a firm voice and watched with joy as a little smile graced his features.

“I love you so much, meleth,” he said with a relieved sigh and leaned forward to kiss you. “I love you, too,” you replied and happily let him pull you closer, snuggling into his chest.

You knew such simple words could never heal the gaping wound in your beloved’s heart, but you hoped that over time, it would become a soothing reminder that he was never truly alone in his suffering.

#tolkien #reader insert #silmarillion #fingon #fingon x reader

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alanos2409 · 1 month ago

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A Quiet Day in Nockfell

Larry Johnson woke up to the gentle sound of rain tapping against his bedroom window. The faint, comforting rhythm was enough to keep him in bed a little longer. He stretched, glancing over at the familiar clutter of posters, comics, and art supplies that filled his small space in Addison Apartments.

His room wasn’t perfect—it was cramped, messy, and filled with memories both good and bad—but it was his. More importantly, it was a refuge, a place where he could just be Larry without the weight of the world pressing down on him. He grabbed his favorite flannel, threw it over his worn band tee, and wandered out into the living room.

“Morning, Mom,” he greeted, his voice groggy as he passed his mother, Lisa, who was sipping her coffee.

“Morning, Lar-bear,” she replied warmly, setting her cup down to give him a quick hug. “You’re up earlier than usual. Got plans today?”

Larry shrugged. “Maybe head over to Sal’s. It’s been pretty quiet lately.”

Lisa smiled knowingly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. “Well, have fun sweety.”

Larry nodded. It seemed like ever since they’d uncovered the dark secrets of Nockfell, there hadn’t been much peace for him or his friends—Sal, Ash, Todd… they all carried the weight of things no one else could understand. But today? Today felt like a break from all that. A day for normalcy, for hanging out with his best friend.

As Larry walked the short distance from his apartment to Sal’s, he couldn’t help but enjoy the soft drizzle. It was just cool enough to be refreshing, and it felt like it was washing away some of the heaviness that had settled in his chest lately. He reached Sal’s door, knocking softly before letting himself in.

“Hey, man,” Sal greeted him from the couch, his trademark prosthetic mask slightly askew as he fumbled with a gaming console. “I found this in the lost ‘n found—figured we could try it out. I think it still works.”

Larry grinned, flopping down next to his best friend. “Dude, gaming? Hell yeah, count me in.”

They spent the next few hours like that—laughing, teasing each other, and occasionally yelling at the screen when their characters died in particularly brutal ways. It was easy, being with Sal. Larry didn’t have to explain anything, didn’t have to put on any masks (not like Sal’s). They just existed together, understanding each other without words.

After a while, Ash showed up, her hair damp from the rain, with a bag of snacks and a wide grin. She plopped down beside Larry and stole the controller from him. “Hope you weren’t too attached to winning, Johnson, 'cause I’m here to crush you.”

Larry smirked, handing it over willingly. “You wish.”

As the day went on, Todd joined them, bringing his usual array of bizarre tech gadgets. Before long, the room was filled with laughter, banter, and the hum of Todd’s latest experiment on the coffee table. It was like old times, before everything had gotten so complicated. For a few blissful hours, it was just the four of them—no ghosts, no demons, no mysteries to unravel. Just friends, hanging out, enjoying each other’s company.

Later that evening, the rain had stopped, and the sky outside was a pale orange as the sun began to set. Larry walked over to the window next to Sal, who leaned against the window sill.

“I missed this,” Sal said quietly. “Just… hanging out, you know?”

“Yeah,” Larry agreed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Feels like forever since we’ve just chilled like this. No crazy investigations, no evil cults… just us.”

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the cool and crisp air hitting their faces. Larry glanced over at Sal, who still had his mask on, and felt a surge of gratitude for their friendship. Sal had always been there for him, through all the weirdness and the pain, through every terrifying ordeal. They had saved each other in more ways than one.

“I’m glad we’re all still together,” Larry said suddenly, his voice a little rough. “After everything, I mean.”

Sal looked over at him, his blue eyes soft behind the mask. “Me too, Larry. Me too.”

#larry johnson #sally face #sal fisher #ashley campbell #todd morrison

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jhugas · 2 years ago

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‘SILENCE SPOKE BETTER THAN WORDS’- Park Jimin

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Genre: fluff, suggestive

Pairing: Chilhood bsf! Crush! Jimin X f!Reader, childhood best friends to lovers.

Summary: Jimin, your childhood bestfriend and crush, has something in his mind at your birthday party, you decide to go up to him and have a nice conversation. Instead, something else occurs.

Word count: ~1,2k

Warnings/tags: kiss, lil make out 💋 + a small and chill playlist for free lolz.

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It’s your birthday party, finally. It took you so long to find a date where all of your friends could come… just for you to stay the whole night with Jimin.

It just felt so nice being around him. He was so sweet. He was one in a world, no one could ever be like him. The way he smiled… talked and looked at you… you just felt so safe around him. It’s not just this, but when you were with him, he also made you feel like you two were all alone in a silent world. Like nothing else mattered.

When with him, nothing else went through your mind, you just lived the moment, and enjoyed it.

What made it even better, is that you associated all of the most beautiful and calmest songs to him. It’s due to a playlist you two participated in, and used to listen to almost every day.

[ y/nMin’s playlist<3 ]

Now playing —> 505- Arctic Monkeys

Next —> I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

—> The Beach- The Neighbourhood

—> You Get Me So high- The Neighbourhood

—> Pride- Kendrick Lamar

—> Love- Kendrick Lamar

—> Les- Childish Gambino

—> Redbone- Childish Gambino

—> Nobody But You- Sonder

—> Someone New- Sonder

—> After The Storm- Kali Uchis

—> There Will Be Blood- Chloe Gallardo

( —> Rain- Bts )

You had a huge crush on him for years now, but you were so scared of screwing up your friendship! What if he didn’t like you back…

He was so excited about all of your birthdays, asking you 10 months in advance what you want as a gift. And you always told him you didn’t need anything, but he always brought a lot of big gifts. The thing is, he wrote down everything you liked and mentioned in his notes, then bought them for your birthday.

When everyone arrived at your house, you stayed with all of them, put some random playlist on, and had fun. But then, Jimin caught your attention… he was acting a bit weird. He was distant, and somehow, looked sad? Lost?

You can’t handle seeing the love of your life like this. So you go up to him and he acts like he doesn’t see you until you really stood in front of him.

‘Jimin… what’s wrong?

You gently ask, trying to not rush him.

‘I’m alright, what do you mean?’

He answers, but his eyes say otherwise. Is he hiding something from you? You could assume but you don’t want to, you’d rather let him express himself. But this isn’t possible in front of everyone, you know he needs peace and to be alone to open himself. So you grab his hand and bring him to behind your house, on the balcony.

Once you arrived, instead of letting your hands go like it usually happens, he keeps your hand in his warm one, and doesn’t let you go. Blood rush to your cheeks but since it’s night he won’t see it.

You lean on the balcony with him, and before any of you speak, you just stare at the stars. Fortunately, the sky is clear today, so you can see all of the stars shine.

‘When I look at the stars, I feel so good. Like I’m weightless. One of the few times where I actually feel like I’m part of the universe. Isn’t that crazy?’

You say, expecting him to feel more relaxed.

‘What’s your favorite star?’

He asks.

‘I don’t have one. I watch all of them at the same time.’

‘I’m sure there’s a star named ‘y/n’ out here. It must be the prettiest out of all… And if there isn’t, I’ll make one myself.’

He giggles and looks at you to analyze your reaction. Your eyes widen in surprise and you start giggling with him. Your laughs and slight awkwardness being the only thing in the air along with the music in the background. You notice it’s a sweet song playing too, did someone put your playlist in?

After laughing a bit, you go back to normal but instead of carrying on with the conversation, you just look at each other, in silence.

But maybe silence spoke better than words. You find yourself getting your face closer to his, his hand behind your head, messing up your pretty hair for your birthday. Then your mind goes numb and empty as you feel for the first time, outside your dreams, his soft, plump and pink lips on yours. This moment stays like a picture in your memory.

And before you realize it, your lips are moving along, slowly, and carefully. It’s a romantic and filled with love kiss, and you’ll do anything to make it last forever.

The warm wind brushing your hair and guiding them towards him, as he pushes them away from your innocent face. Sucking on your top lip, keeping the lead as you keep his bottom ones in between yours. You don’t have a lot of experience, and neither did he.

Well… to be honest, the last time you kissed someone, was more than a few years ago, and with Jimin. Since you were childhood best friends, you grew up together. And curiosity pushed you two to kiss at a young age. You can’t lie though, you did already have a crush on him at that time.

Your love for him didn’t stop, or just stayed. It got bigger, stronger.

Everything was so perfect about him… his eyes, nose, lips, voice, thoughts, laugh… his everything. You hoped he thinks like this of you too. And after feeling his lips move against yours, eyes closed shut and eyebrows frowned, you couldn’t believe anything else but him being in love with you too.

His tongue finally brushes your lip, wetting them but you couldn’t care less. He tilts his head to the side, and gets even deeper in the kiss. You never thought your real first kiss and make out were going to happen in one night…and with Jimin…

Suddenly, stepping noises are getting louder and louder, disturbing you two. But you kept going until you realized they were approaching you.

When one of your friends gets to the balcony, you step back and look at your friend in surprise.

‘Hey y/n!! When’s the cake?’

Your friend asks before realizing he interrupted something and going back to the party immediately.

You look back at Jimin, just to find him staring at you, a smile drawn in his lips. It isn’t awkward, on the contrary, it’s comfortable. He brings back your hair behind your ear and takes your hand before bringing you back to the party.

Later, since he stayed to sleep, you talked together and he asked you:

‘Y/n… would you be my girlfriend?’

He said with a cute, shy smile.

‘Of course.’

And this is how you made it official… and don’t worry about the rest, everything went well :)

Note: I see blond Jimin what about y’all?

Thank you for reading! Likes are very much appreciated but reblogs and comments truly help the creators to get more exposure. Thank you!

#army #bts #fanfic #scenarios #one shot #imagine #Jimin #Jimin fluff #fluff #Jimin one shit #Jimin x reader #Jimin x you #Jimin x y/n #first kiss #jimin fic #Jimin fanfic #bts fic #bts fanfic

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snakeskins-world · 1 year ago

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True love's kiss pt 3

"What do you mean 'you can't do it'?" Anemone asked, but Dovey was quick to reply. She didn't stand up. She looked down to the floor, feeling tears fall down her face.

"Everyone out!"

The teachers left. Dovey grabbed Lady Lesso'a hand, holding it tight, as if she might slip away if she let go.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, her voice breaking as she spoke, her emotions came crashing down on the good dean. Her exhaustion, disappointment, regret. Several more feelings she had ignored, they hit her like a train.

"I'm sorry I couldn't fix this. I'm sorry I ruined it, I wanted to fix this, but I can't." She choked on tears. She wanted to reverse this curse. She wanted to have her friend back, yet she wasn't willing to try the only cure for a fairytale curse.

"You know, it'll never easy to do what's right."

She turned to look at Agatha, she was stood by the door, the dark sky made it a little difficult to see her.

"Why can't you try?" Agatha asked, walking forward and crouching beside her dean.

"She, she wouldn't want it. She never believed in it." Dovey said, wiping her eyes.

"And? If it saves her, does it matter?" Agatha asked."I didn't want to argue with Sophie, yet it happened, and after everything, we're closer than before."

"What does that have to do with this?!" Dovey asked, feeling angry and sad at the same time

"Just do it without thinking?" Agatha suggested, shrugging slightly.

"Just imagine Lady Lesso as a handsome Prince." Sophie said as she entered the room."Then you'll be able to kiss her." She smiled.

"You do that, and you never get a kiss." Agatha muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. "If you aren't ready, then don't. But, we'll be here, and so will the faculty." She said to Dovey.

The dean nodded. She looked back to Lady Lesso. The evil dean hadn't moved once, still asleep.

She closed her eyes and took a breath. She raised her hand to gently cup her cheek. She tilted her head slightly before leaning forward.

"Are....are you sure this would be right?" She asked quietly. She was hesitant, she didn't want it to ruin a possible friendship with the evil dean. Then she saw the others had left.

"Right..." she took a breath and leaned forward."Don't hate me... please."

She kissed her softly, she pulled back quickly, the evil dean didn't move.

"I knew it." She whispered, tears stinging her eyes."I knew it wasn't possible. Why did I even try?"

She stood up, her thoughts spinning, she started to walk away, leaving the headmasters tower, she was greeted with a heavy rainfall and strong winds, the night sky covered in dark clouds, thunder cracked loudly into the night.

"Clarissa?"

The fairy godmother spun round, the sight that greeted her was one she couldn't have predicted.

"Why are you in the rain?" Lady Lesso asked quietly. She sat up, then rubbed the back of her neck. "And why does my neck hurt?" She muttered, standing up, taking her cane.

"YOU'RE AWAKE!" Dovey smiled, immediately running back and hugging her, Lady Lesso was stunned for a few seconds.

"I'm....awake?" She replied, confused. She didn't understand why Dovey was acting like this. "What happened?"

"Uh, w well, you fell unconscious, and it was like Sleeping Beauties sleep! And you wouldn't wake up! And the storian said you needed true loves kiss to wake you up! And then I did it, and well, you didn't, but then you did!" She explained quickly, rambling on

"You're drenched! Why would you go out in the rain - wait, you kissed me?" Lady Lesso asked, looking at the good dean.

"W, well, yes. But it was just to wake you up, I swear!" Dovey said, blushing she was rambling again, only to be silenced by Lady Lesso pulling her against her and kissing her.

"Stop rambling, you're giving me a headache." She pulled back, looking down at her with a smug smile.

"How long have you wanted to do that for?" Dovey asked quietly, feeling herself blush as she looked up at the evil dean.

"Longer than you've known for," She replied with a smug smile. "You're freezing, and you're gonna get a cold." She took her jacket off and pulled it around Dovey

"Now let's go back to the school for evil and out of this horrid room."

#lady lesso #s.g.e #school for good and evil #lesso #clarissa dovey #dovey #emma anemone #dovesso #leonora lesso #anemone

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alittlebitofrainbyyourside · 8 months ago

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Re that last post about pleasure from art- I am an unhorny writer. I just am. Whether I'm writing about Rain Nutting while getting a tattoo or about idk, Sky domming him for fun- it's not about Horniness to me. It's about puzzle pieces and about what it means to want something.

Everything I've written is about want.

I have a friend in the previous Fandom I was in who sometimes recomments on those fics I wrote and is just like 'yes. I have nutted to this again. Thanks for the nut'

And I think it is the funniest friendship combo.

Every couple of months she rolls up on my dms with a concept and I'm just like 'yes I will play with the puzzle pieces of this idea and then you can nut to all the options. Enjoy your nut.'

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having-conniptions · 1 year ago

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Love In The Air Special Episode) live reaction under the cut (long post)

Uhhhhh I watched the entire series on iQIYI and there's a special episode but it's just some behind the scenes commentary... I don't think that's it *proceeds to google* *finds actual episode on bilibili* aaaaaahhh bilibili my beloved

The quality is fucked tho, I can count the damn pixels

Ayyyyy besties hanging out <3

Lmao not Plerng trying to snatch Sky away from Pai hahahahaha

"Nong Sky, you should come this way or you'll go crazy like them" HAHAHA SHE'S ICONIC

"I didn't fight with P'Phayu. I'm just annoyed that he's attractive." Good to know our boys still have normal real-life problems

So... Sky's problem is that Pai's entire family is crushing on him and Rain's problem is that everyone is crushing on Phayu? They're so unserious omg but unserious problems are what they deserve after everything they've gone through

"No, it doesn't suit you. Take it off right now." So that's how it is huh Rain?

Hahaha my babies are so baby

"Have you ever called P'Pai 'Daddy'?" RAIN WHERE IS THIS GOING

The way he said "Daddyyy-uh!" Rain stoooppp I'm wheezing

Soooo... Phayu was acting like Rain's dad (telling him to get off his damn phone and read a book), Rain called him out on it and Phayu's brain short circuited - got it xD I love them so much

Hahaha Rain is so shameless istg

"Can I eat something else too?" 👀🍑

I'M FUCKINF WHEEZING THE FUVKING NIPPLE PINCH HAHAHA Sky sending Pai to horny jail

"Keep playing your game. I'm gonna play mine." OH MY 👀

Awwww Phayu and Prapai watching Rain and Sky being adorable and goofy 🤭❤️

Sky telling that girl to back off was too good - I absolutely love when he's being sassy 🔥❤️

He's so sassy and confident I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Besties going on a trip ayyyyy

And trying their hardest not to miss their respective boyfriends lmao

But can we please treat their friendship as just as valid and important as their relationships? Because it is 😭❤️

They didn't even tell their boyfriends?? Oh - they did. But our dumbasses still decided to look for them I guess lol

Oh poor Sig xD

Lmao Rain gave Sig the exact location and even the room HE WANTS TO BE FOUND 😂

Sig's "evil laugh" I can't- 😂

SKY IN LUFFY COSPLAY?? I mean I knew he was an otaku but I didn't know it was this bad 😂 the cosplay is 🔥🔥🔥 tho

Chilling at the pool, sipping cocktails, living the good life 😌❤️

...gets boring quickly I guess 😂

Good thing the bf's are on their way

"Don't say there's actually a ghost behind me" Rain so Baby

"You know I'll get angry if you drag me away like that, don't you?" - "You know I won't do anything against your will" THIS EXCHANGE ❤️❤️

Directly followed by "I told you not to followed me" well he's got a point lmao

HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE SASSY SKY especially when he's bossing around his bf

Love how both of them are like "I'll forgive you but you have to do whatever I say" Rain is gonna put Phayu in a costume isn't he- HE CAME PREPARED IT'S IN HIS SUITCASE I CAN'T 😂

Oh my god Sky's rules for Pai are pure evil but like in the best way possible holy shit HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE WHEN SKY IS LIKE THIS

"Then it must be when I punished you until you were sore. But i remember that you liked it" whyyy did we only see the other options (why Rain is angry) as flashbacks earlier but not this one? Not fair xD

"Made out with her" RAIN THEY JUST SAT NEXT TO EACH OTHER ON A COUCH CALM YOUR TIDDIES BABE

Hahaha "next outfit. Get changed now."

The kisses in this series are seriously so beautiful - idk why but they're just so satisfying 😌❤️

Omg Sky with the candles & the bathrobe and the bubble bath and Pai isn't allowed to do anything or react - really testing his self control I could neverrrrrr

The power that Sky holds over Pai 👀👀👀 I am WEAK for him omg

"You've really got no idea how greedy I am" why is that so hot I mean what-

"We've made up, but I never said your punishment was over" Sky can be so scary you almost forget he is in fact baby

Awwwwww why is everyone so cute 😭❤️

"Shall we have a beach wedding?" PROPOSING ALREADY HUH

"You must've forgotten that same sex marriage isn't legalized in this country" I love how this line perfectly fits Sky's character while simultaneously bringing attention to one of the problems same-sex couples in Thailand face in real life, reminding viewers of the injustice that still exists

"But I believe there'll be changes in the future" aaaaaa i really see this exchange as something that's kinda breaking the first wall and this line feels like it's meant to give hope to same-sex couples in Thailand (and in other countries where it's not legal yet) ❤️❤️

Also can I just say Sky looks so freaking beautiful in this scene I want to print out every frame and use them as wallpaper 😍

Also the location and outfits are the same as in the photo on Pai's desk 😭❤️😭❤️

"When you're ready, I'm gonna propose to you" YEESSSS THE HALF-PROPOSAL AND PAI WAITING FOR SKY TO BE READY AAAA IT'S EVERYTHING

Awwww everyone running into the water, flip flops floating away into the ocean lmao

Shiiiiiiit they're all so cute omg that shot with both couples just standing there SO IN LOVE and Phayu and Pai with their wet (now see-through) shirts I don't even know where to look but this is art

And I'm sure a good part of that goofy ending was just BossNoeul and FortPeat 🤭🤭

This... this is it. It's over. Omg it's over. But it's not bc I'm not done yet. Time to obsess for a couple more weeks.

#if u want my general opinion on the series #thats gonna be a separate post #love in the air live reaction #love in the air special episode #prapaisky #phayurain #payurain

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dates-tears-bandageaids · 1 year ago

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Oct 9. 2023

Our time together feels like a movie, not because it was exceptional or anything, but because I remember the events, but I can't picture myself in them.

I see through a window, us in the kitchen, baking, kissing and then watching a movie, I see us holding hands, I see us sleeping together.

That's my face and my laugh and my tears, but I can't remember being in that moment, I just remember it from the outside.

It feels like it's been years since I've felt your touch, years since I felt what it was to be in love.

It hasn't, but you tattered me that much that I can't remember how it felt loving you, the only trace of you left in me is anger.

I think about how the world was trying to tell me we would never work out. Aside from literally everyone telling me I deserved more than you, it was the things that happened that were screaming at me: let him go.

How we were friends for 3 years and only when we started dating you got approved to move to another state

How when I went to visit the town you were going to move, I left it the same day you arrived.

How I always told you my dream was to be kissed under the rain, and you would leave my house dry, but the second you went away, the sky would pour like crazy.

How everytime we would break up, I would get everything I've always wanted and lose it as soon as you came back

We were meant to collide, crash and burn, because we bring that out from the other.

I let you be horrible, I let you indulge in your selfish traits no one can stand, I let you change your mind, ruing everything and then come back.

You gave me crumbs, just enough to keep me happy for a while, ignoring that I was completely mserable, giving blood out to someone who couldn't be honest with me.

"I can't forgive you this time" I told you when you ended me

I mean it, please, never think that I will heal and grow and forget or forgive, cause I won't; I've learned that with you, forgiving means opening a door to wreck me again.

Next time I'll see you, I'll be mean, I'll be rude, I'll be distant, I'll be cold, I'll be indifferent, but I will never be kind again, not to you, not ever.

I won't give you the chance, I won't even give you the opportunity to think you can be close to me again.

You lost that, you had it, and you disregard it.

You don't deserve that

You don't deserve me.

So no, I will not ever forgive you for killing the light in my eyes, I will never forgive you for making me hide my softness when it was so hard for me to trust it out.

I will never forgive you for ending the kindness in me

I will never forgive you for opening me up, make me love you and then leave

I will never forgive you for using me as you pleased

I will never forgive you for making me feel so disposable

I will never forgive you for making me doubt my love

I will never forgive you for making me cry to my favorite songs

I will never forgive you for making me feel like I was asking too much, when I wasn't even asking for the minimum

I will never forgive you for making me feel like I did something wrong

I will never forgive you for going away

I will never forgive you for coming back

I will never forgive you for destroying our friendship

I will never forgive you for breaking up with me on my birthday

I will never forgive you for making me cry myself to sleep

I will never forgive you for making me think you loved me

I will never forgive you for saying you loved me just wreck me again and again

I will never forgive you.

#pt 49 #digital journal #love #lovers #poetry #spilled poetry #datestearsbandageaids #hate #long distance relationship #poem #situationships #exes #pain #tears #broken heart #no contact #anger #melancholia

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I'm Sorry I Wasn't Strong Enough - ROTTMNT ANGSTY Oneshot

After watching The ROTTMNT Movie, I had to write a little angsty oneshot. This is set in the Krang Apocalypse which means PAIN will be present in this story. I guess this is considered a spoiler, so yeah, if you haven't since the movie and don't want to be spoiled, CLICK OFF!!

Music recommended:

Now that that's out of the way, let's get into this! One last thing, GET TISSUES, we're going down that rabbithole..

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“And behold. From their perch atop New York City. The Krang ripped open the sky itself. What came out was terror and what rained down upon us was worst than death.”

It has been a few months since the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles had destroyed the Kraang’s corrupt regime and future decimation, yet Casey still felt a sense of dread. Perhaps he was just struggling with the fact that he was in a whole new world, maybe it was just another crappy day, he didn’t know. While sitting on his new room Leo had given him, he contemplated on what to do about this strained feeling. Of course, Leo! He remembered, whenever he was struggling with a situation, he would talk with Master Leonardo. Talking with a friend or father usually helps with stress. With that, he decided to ask the brothers for a chat alone in the living room,

“Thanks for being here, guys,” Casey’s morose voice rang out. The four brothers sat on the couch, nodding with caring smiles.

“Casey, we’re always here for you. What’s going on?” Leo asked. Mikey jumped onto Casey’s side of the couch, asking in concern,

“Yeah, is everything okay?? If you ate a bad slice of pizza, I’m sorry! Oh my god, you did, didn’t you! I’m sorry! I swear, I didn’t mean-“

“No, no, no Mikey. It’s not that.”

“Whew!” Mikey sighed. Donnie rolled his eyes.

Casey took a deep breath, “Remember when I told you about yourselves in the future, but couldn’t finish when we arrived at Metro Tower?”

“Yeah?” Raph said.

“Well, I’ve been wanting to tell you what really happened. Just promise that it won’t affect our friendship, okay?”

“It won’t. We’re a family, a team. Whatever you say, we’ll understand.” Raph reassured.

“See…” Casey turned away and closed his eyes, “you die.”

Leo turned towards the floor in sadness, Mikey slightly gasped, Donnie’s expression turned to concern as his eyes grew and Raph gasped.

“W-what? How?” Donnie gasped.

“Donnie, when I said that you were the most innovated mind of all time? Well, you were. When Master Leonardo and I were trapped in a cave or in danger, you would use your brilliant ideas and tech to get out of it! You would use your tech to fix machines in the lair, or just make Master Leonardo trip on his own shell.”

Leo chuckled, “Just like Donnie!”

“Not helping, Nardo.” The Soft-shell groaned, before continuing, “So, what happened?”

Casey sighed as his eyes closed…

NEW YORK (2023)

“Casey, we need to retreat!” Master Leonardo shouted to the young Casey Jones who was finishing off a Krang monster. As the razor-covered hockey stick sliced through the monster’s guts, Casey turned around.

“But, we can take them!”

“Casey, listen to me. We’re outnumbered.” Master Leonardo started. The young teenager sighed and let his head sag in defeat, “I just want to save the world.”

The elder put his metal arm on Casey’s shoulder, “I know you do, but we have to focus on here and now.” Before tuning into his comn, “Donnie, can you find a way out of this?”

A particular Soft-shell turtle’s voice rang through the , “You bet I can! Meet me at the Lair. All of—“

Donnie’s voice went flat.

Leo’s heart started to race, “Donnie?”

Nothing.

“Wait, What happened? Where is he?” Casey asked with concern. When he got no answer, the teenager looked towards the broken city where Donnie last was. His face harden, he wasn’t about to lose another brother. Leo looked up at determined scholar with wide eyes, “Case?”

Casey Jones Jr. suddenly began to race towards the desolated carnage that was once their city.

“CASEY WAIT!” Master Leonardo shouted, just as a large explosion knocked him off his feet. He rolled a bit on the dirt, before conveniently hitting his head on a large stone. As his sight blackened out, he saw his scholar’s tiny slliouette racing towards the city on a mission of determination..

Casey had made it into the obliterated wreckage. Collapsed piles of brick, concrete and wood laid in rows on the earth. The building that were left had deteriorated, leaving cracks and a quite an unpleasant smell around the area. The air was unusually heavy, making Casey’s heart beat even faster. The teenager looked around, hoping to drive his attention away from the looming notion that something bad had happened to his brother. Maybe Master Donatello found shelter and hid, perhaps he fought off the Krang with everything he got, cracked a joke! Casey chuckled, Master Dee always played pranks on Master Leonardo and Michaelangelo. And he will when they get back, he just needed to find him. Casey’s thoughts scattered away when he saw the very thing he dreaded.

Leaning against a large stone and clutching his wound was Master Donatello. Each breath seems to be a struggle as his paling body produced more and more blood.

“No, NO NO NO NO!” Casey denied the sight and ran towards his brother and uncle, falling into his knees and clutching his face in his hands, “Hey, hey. It’s ok. Just deep breaths,” Casey whispered, hoping to comfort him despite the intense pain.

Donnie only looked at him, not having the courage to lift his hand to wipe the small stream of blood that dripped down the corner of his mouth. Speaking of blood, the hole in his stomach continued to pump out squirts of blood, staining his pants and broken plastron. Casey proceed to look down at the wound as Donnie pulled his hand away. The large hole was cut straight through the soft shell and plastron, creating a yucky mess of blood and other things Casey didn’t want to know about. His eyes diverted back to Donnie, sadness blanked them.

“Okay. No worries, Master Dee. I’ll call your brother.” He blurted out and yelled into his comlink, “MASTER LEONARDO! COME IN! MASTER?!”

Thankfully, Leonardo’s spunky voice answered, “Casey, Casey! Where are you?”

“I’m in the city with Master Donatello. He’s hurt really bad. He’s bleeding a lot and is turning pale.”

Leo’s heart almost stopped, “Listen to me, I need you to apply pressure on the wound. Make sure that he stays awake. We’re on our way.”

“Copy that.” Casey strongly replied, turning off his communicator and grabbed a towel from his bag. While he was unraveling it, Donnie painfully whispered, “Case?”

“Yes Master?”

Donnie let out a bloody cough and attempted to clear his throat, “I feel light.”

Casey looked up in fear, then back down at the towel, “Just keep talking. What’s it like?”

“I don’t feel any pain anymore.”

“I’m glad.” Casey replied. His voice was quick, “Look, Master Dee, I need to put this on the wound, so it might hurt.”

Donnie nodded. The teen slowly put the towel on the wound. With seconds, the towels begin soaking up the blood like a sponge. This was not good. With a growing panic, Casey began to scramble around, looking for something, anything to cover the hole. His eyes brighten as he found a needle and thread. He could stitch the wound, then they’ll find Master Leonardo and get Master Donatello to a Med Bay. When he crawled to Dee to tell him that he found something, his brows fused together in confusion. Donnie’s face was white as snow, his lips were a tint of greyish-blue. The blood that had soaked up was dry and dark. What’s worst of all, his eyes were party opened, with a relaxed expression on his face.

“Master Dee?” Casey asked, slightly shaking him. There was no answer. The teen tried again, “Master Donatello?”

When Casey went to shake him again, Donnie’s lax body fell sideways towards the ground, causing the boy to grasp his shoulders and neck. He gently set Donnie’s head in his arms, turning it so the turtle looked at him.

“Donnie, c’mon, this isn’t funny.” Casey said with slight frustration in his voice. Yet, the Softshell’s expression didn’t budge. Casey’s nose began to radiate a bright red as his eyes stung, “Please? Donnie?”

Once again, the lax body didn’t move. Casey was almost too scared to move him in case the stone cold arms cracked like glass. Despite the resistance, he gently set the body onto the floor, making sure not to move him too much. Once the corpse had been set on the floor is when Casey really started to break down. His broken and unclear voice whispered apologies and loving words as his mind accepted the loss. He couldn’t take it anymore and proceeded to rest his forehead against the still chest and hold the hand one more time. Desperate sobs and slight screams left his mouth just as Master Leonardo, Michelangelo and the Resistance arrived. Leo and Mikey’s eyes grew when they saw the sight, with Leo kneeling down. He set his hand on Casey’s shoulder.

He didn’t want to say anything that would hurt his young apprentice even more and softly asked, “Is he gone?”

Casey looked up, his eyes red and puffy. When he saw his master, he nodded with a whine. Leo’s eyes began to grow with tears as he wrapped his arms around his child, holding him to his chest, “I know. I know. I know it hurt, but you were so strong for him. You held it together. He knew it was time. I’m sure he was glad to be with you.”

Casey sobbed into Leo’s plastron, “But, he’s gone. He’s gone, he’s gone.”

“I know,” Leo’s voice cracked, “But you helped him. I love you so much and we’re going to get through this.”

“Leo, he was happy. He wasn’t in any pain.”

That sentence nearly made Leo break down. The two looked at the body and saw Mikey hugging the head into his shoulder. The Box Turtle sniffled, “He’s cold. I don’t want to leave him here.”

Leo sniffled once more and grabbed his cape, “Can you wrap him in this?”

“Of course. I think you should say goodbye first.”

The Red-Eared Slider let out a breath and sat down next to his brother, rubbing his head and holding his hand, “I love you so much. Don’t ever forget that Dee. I know you want me to continue and that’s just what I’ll do. I promise I’ll take care of Casey, April, Mikey and the rest and you go tell Raph about your crazy adventures. I love you.” and gave one last loving kiss on his brother’s head. Leo, Mikey and Casey all helped wrap Donnie’s body in the blanket like a baby. Casey sniffled as he covered the Softshell Turtle’s face and got up. Leo proceeded to put his arms underneath the body’s head and knees and carry him out of the area and into the light…

PRESENT DAY

Donnie let his tears fall as Casey finished the heartbreaking story. Mikey clung into him like glue while Raph and Leo listened. Casey sighed as he finished. After a few moments, Donnie sniffed, “I’m glad you told me, Casey.” and got up, walking to his office where he sat in the chair and cried for a long time.

WHAT HAVE I DONE?

That’s all folks. I said pain and I delivered. I really hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to my room to have a mental breakdown on what I just wrote.

#rottmnt #rottmnt season 3 #i’m so sorry #rottmnt krang

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trashcanbutcute · 2 years ago

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Icarus Dark.

17 years old; Seventh year of Hogwarts.

April 18th; Capricorn; INTJ.

He/Him

Straight.

Pure Blood.

Manchester, England.

Slytherin. The sorting hat barely touched his head and it immediately screamed SLYTHERIN.

Black hair, piercing blue eyes, a perpetual serious expression and a very pale skin.

Very closed off, Icarus prefers to talk only when absolutely necessary. When he does talk, it's usually in a condescending tone, as if he knows he is better than you but doesn't feel the need to explain why. He has a very stern, no nonsense attitude. He hates beating around the bush, you either say what you want or don't say anything at all.

He absolutely despises wasting time. He values his time, it's basically the saying “Time is money”. So if you won't help him or be useful, you can see yourself out.

He himself isn't sure how he has a friend, he knows his attitude is not the most approachable. So imagine his surprise when a fellow Slytherin basically adopted him. He just took one look at him and said "oh poor thing" and yoink, adopted. I imagine their friendship to be like Manny and Sid have, from Ice Age? Where one is serious and just "leave me alone" while the other is stupid and “awn you don't mean that, you jokester”. (I'll make a post about him probably,,)

The Dark family is famous for almost preaching it's purity for all to hear. They will carry this to. their. grave. Beng the only son of the family, Icarus has been pressured to not fuck this up ever since he was little. His two older sisters ditched their family and left them behind immediately after they turned 18, marrying and running away with their spouses to never come back. Icarus then grew an intense hatred for his sisters, growing up with the assumption they left him behind to suffer in the hand of their family in their place. Because of this he has a hard time trusting people.

He carries the family name, so his parents pressures him into marrying immediately. Arranging dates, forming deals with other families, introduce their daughters to Icarus. But he doesn't care about marriage, he thinks it's pointless. Even if he succumbs to his family constant nagging and marry they will never leave him alone. He knows that the moment he marries, his family will pressure him to have children.

His name actually came before his backstory lol. I imagine that he will go so far to make his family proud that will "fly to close to the sun" and just hurt himself in the process. Stretch himself so thin to please his family there will eventually be nothing left.

I imagine his style to be a mix between Dark Academia and Royalcore.

He will never admit it but he is absolutely in love with muggle poetry. He adores the way muggles take such simplistic things such as the sound of the rain, the changing of colors in the transition between season, the sky and the stars and find a much deeper meaning. When muggles make mundane things seem straight out of a fantasy book. They make life seem so magical, which is ironic, because they don't even know magic exists!

He is VERY cynical. He acts in his own self interest and doesn't understand the way others will throw away everything they have for something so trivial like friends and family.

A lover of tea and an enjoyer of fine dining.

Wears only the most expensive of colognes. Likes scented candles, favorite scent being lavender (he is a basic bitch, fight me).

He would excel in Potions, Spells and Charms, History of Magic and, surprisingly, Care of Magical Creatures.

He doesn't care about flying lessons because, in his words, "It's utter rubbish, why learn to fly on a broom if we are perfectly capable of apparating?”

He absolutely hates Herbology and Divinations; Herbology is messy, the Mandrakes are so loud and his plants never grow so he got petty. Divinations is mostly because of Professor Trelawney, he truly believes she doesn't know what she's talking about and is making everything up on the spot, but also because he thinks it's stupid, because it's so difficult to get precise results, it's so open to interpretation you could say there isn't any, and it's just so trivial, like, why would we even have this as a class?

Songs that describe his ✨ v i b e ✨ is Reflections, by Toshifumi Hinata; Carol of the Bells, instrumental version; Merry Go Round of Life. .

#harry potter #harry potter headcanon #harry potter imagine #oc tag #ocs #harry potter oc #he is my baby boy #harry potter aesthetic #slytherin

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insanitybl00m · 6 months ago

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prepare to have an absolute overload of info about Bloom. I tend to stay kinda in the shadows and lurk but fuck it I’m gonna share som things about me :3

who is/are your comfort character(s)? Lullah, Chayanne, Missa and Phil

lighter or matches? Both. Depends on the situations. Am I being dramatic? Am I trying to take a cool ass photo?

do you leave the window open at night? Fuck no. It’s hot as hell and so so so humid.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? Uh none but I would fucking love to research more of them :3

what color are your eyes? Brown. I always draw my sona with blue eyes though because I find them so pretty.

why did you do that? Bro you are going to have to be more specific I do a lot of things.

hair-ties or scrunchies? Hair ties, but my hair is short soooo I don’t use them unless I need a haircut lmao

how many water bottles are in your room right now? Uhh two? Three? Idk I’m not home rn but on average two

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? Depends, my favorite coffee drink is more chocolate than coffee and I like it cold. If I get an actual coffee coffee though I typically get a hot coffee

would you slaughter the rich? Fuck yeah. Where are we meeting?

favorite extracurricular activity? Sleeping. (Writing, reading or drawing, depends on my mood)

what kind of day is it? DUDE IVE HAD A HELL OF A DAY /POS. I COULD MAKE A WHOLE SEPARATE POST ABOUT IT

when was the last time you ate? Uhh 3 and a half hours ago???

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? I have a shit sense of smell but I love the energy. When the ground is squishy but she sky is bright :3

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) To my characters yes :3

can you drive? Technically yes.

are you farsighted or nearsighted? Nope!

what hair products do you use? Uh this one curl styling product and then normal shampoo and conditioner

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? FUCK YEAH!! I HAVE A WHOLE BOX OF NAIL POLISH

do you say soda or pop? Soda but fun fact I hate soda. I hate any carbonated drinks so yeah no soda for me.

something you’ve kept since childhood? This one stuffed bear I’ve had since I was an infant

what type of person are you? No fucking clue. I’d say annoying, my friends would say and I quote “gay sopping wet cat. cool, silly, kind, clingy, really comfy to be around, super chill.”

how do you feel about chilly weather? I love wearing a nice jacket and pants. I wish it was colder where I live.

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Star gazing but then getting distracted by rambling about our thoughts

perfume/body spray or lotion? Body spray but I own none that I like so I just use lotion

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? God. Every single time I fuck up a friendship I always replay what I could have done to fix it. Even if it wasn’t my fault.

about how many hours of sleep did you get? Uhhh…5

do you wear a mask? I used to a lot when I hated the way my face looked. I’ve grown more comfortable with it though so now I only wear them if I need too :3

how do you like your shower water? Hot. If I am not burning myself in the shower it is not hot enough. (According to science this means I am touch deprived— huh funny how that works)

is there dishes in your room? Uh if you count my empty water bottles then yes

what type of music keeps you grounded? Indie probably. Cavetown and Muffin by BBH actually probably the most

do you have a favorite towel? Not really

the last adventure you’ve been on? IM CURRENTLY TRAVELING IN EUROPE FOR THE FIRST TIME HOLY SHIT EVERYTHING IS SO DIFFERENT HERE

is there a song you know every word to by heart? Hamilton. All of act one. 90% of my playlist has songs I’ve memorized but I’ll just go with that one

what’s your timezone? This was the one I was hesitant to answer but I’m not exactly doxxing myself lmao sooo EST

how many times have you changed your url? Once. I had no followers on my other url though

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? Uh no. The longest friend I’ve had is a 3 (nearly 4) year friendship with my bestie (atlas :3

I can’t do it in a big numbered list because of character limit so it’s in another block list but it’s the same order.

a soap bar that smells good? Anything with lavender :3

do you use lip balm? No but I should

did you have any snacks today? Yep! I had a cinnamon roll

how do you take your coffee? With a shit ton sugar

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? YouTube and Files (I download ao3 fics to my files app so I can read when I don’t have wifi)

what’s your take on spicy foods? If only I could handle them ;m;

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? Can I kill a politician? Or my middle school bully?? Either way one of those two

can you remember what happened yesterday? I was on a plane and I slept. So kinda?

favorite holiday film? I don’t really have one I just like watching whatever my family likes :3

what was the last message you sent? I’m calling out atlas here. Atlas said that Langa (from sk8) “looks like the most stereotypical lesbian from Canada” and I responded “he issss”

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? Uh never and I don’t plan to in the future. Alcohol doesn’t mix well with my meds and people with adhd have a higher rate of addiction so I’m gonna avoid that

can you skip rocks? Maybe? I haven’t tried in a long time.

can i tag you in random stuff? YES PLEASE

TAGGING: @atlasmothsilove (aka Bestie I frequently mention) @31nightshade @universallytravelerpirate @annimator

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

#insanitybl00m

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officeobject · 2 months ago

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So, I chose a random window to focus on so I wouldn't look around a lot at people (I basically hosted a dating show in my head except it was a befriending show), didn't really think about it for many some months or days or barely did, somehow got interested again, and uhm, not sure how it happened, but months later, this person and I, watch each other, and they've shown signs of liking me back, and I personally love them, and also, they act similar to me, seem to have "the same species of brain", move like me (plus mirror me), and I had a character years before I saw them, who they act and move exactly like (and yes that means the character is similar to me). They've even shown signs of preferring me over their co-workers, even though they can smile at their co-workers, but always looks at me like THIS: 😐.

Also I once put a pride flag at my window and they still kept treating me the same and didn't look at me weirdly.

We haven't met, but I hope we do, and even though we don't have much time together, I enjoy being an overly intense friendship creep with them, but anyways, that was the context, and I wanna get interpreted the motifs that often occur in relation to our seemingly-destined friendship:

- Offices and office stuff and work/working (they're an office worker, I've always liked office stuff and how it looks even though I don't know crap so this one's obvious),

- The number 2 (I mean, I do often think about us so yeah), the number 3 (maybe), the number 1,

- Crows (always just 1 crow at a time but I keep about multiple or about us, or mis-remembering it as multiple crows or even misreading "crow" as "office")

- Birds (sometimes 1, sometimes multiple)

- The sky

- Windows (that's how we can see each other, duh)

- Dogs (typically brown - that one's because my fursona is a dog and stuff, and I have a dog doll who my subconscious registers as me for some reason, and stuff)

- Nepo babies (I just call myself their nepo baby for fun, so that's why)

- Songs and dancing (I just often listen to music and I do dance)

- Clothes (I enjoy wearing clothes though, and they seem to do too - we're both oddly specific about what we wear and I love their style and judge their outfits, meanwhile, they only see mine if we "match" or if I'm weather-inappropriate, or not even then)

- Our dynamic, with them as the adult and me as some kid or something (well that's because that's LITERALLY our dynamic - I'm the more openly emotional and childish one who can't keep myself too put together and whatnot, and they're the office worker who ISN'T as often a nervous wreck - their window is also higher than mine, which basically further reinforces that dynamic, and 30 year olds see me as a kid due to how young I am in comparison, but none of this has any negative effect on our friendship ... well, besides what people might say if we met and exchanged phone numbers) ...

- The color blue (they wear that a lot and it's the favorite color of the character they're like, and presumably also themself)

- The color white

- White feathers (one at a time only - at least seen once)

- The cherry tree outside that keeps being in my view when I see them

- Rain/water in general

And then that's all, I guess. Please send interpretations. This is more than I normally would ever write about them on Tumblr, but this is important enough. And yes, I'm sure everything is platonic.

Anyways, also, not sure how much I've impacted THEM, but they've significantly impacted me - like, making it easier to choose clothes in the morning, making me accept myself more, giving me motivation to do stuff and even to exist, and they didn't even DO anything, and even when that's not happening, they make me feel like EVERYTHING IN THE WHOLE WORLD, will be okay, if we just met and became friends forever and stuff.

There's also this one maybe-common smell, that I associate with them - like, this perfume or whatever, and I even have phantom smells/smell hallucinations of it (not OFTEN), but someone some months ago, began using that perfume or whatever, every day, so that kinda fecking bothers me -

Anyways, hopefully this is enough context and stuff. Also, is it obvious that I'm weirdly intense and weird, with friendship?

#vent #symbols #symbolism #spirituality #religion #christian faith #christian living #christianity #clingy af

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pwblogarchive · 4 months ago

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August 2007

August 3, 2007

“please”

i understand everyone has their opinion.

but if you give a shit about this please stop being so devisive.

because our friendships mean more than the way you play us against eachother.

bone structure to heart to voice to love to spins to writing to ideals.

it is the only thing that has the chance of breaking this thing down.

stop tring to tear this apart.

stop your assumptions.

i only hope that our friendship is strong enough to withstand the pressure.

maybe this will get through.

everyone has something important to add and subtract.

you dont have it figured out from a picture or one conversation because we dont from 6 years of this.

please. dont push it over the edge.

going home to chicago to write and spend time making this stronger.

thanks to those who believe and who dont believe. both make sense to me.

posted by xo at 2:16 AM

August 3, 2007

good luck is:

sleeping on tile floors

grudges and hands we hold on to

hours of showers till the heat wont pour anymore

stalled cars looking out into the rain

the sleep that comes moments before the sun freezes our eyes open

hugs that remind you of the fuck that lies beneath them

boxers who fight for sweat

kids who love art but never talk about it

heirs to misfortune

warm naps in the afternoon

mans bestfriend

free love with no inflation

perfect imperrfections

hippies on motorcycles

pulling over the car for no reason

scars

dog teeth

desert skies

black outs on laterns full of fireflies

the opposite of clarity

puddles of sunshine

August 9, 2007

dont waste your time on me.you can hold my hand if you want to.driving backwards through traffic with the pedal to the floor, paddling and diving towards the sand at the bottom of the sea, watching for the glint of teeth in the distance, watching for the flash of silver on the seafloor. engraved with faces i dont remember. you learn about this kind of thing in school.dont make this easy. i want you to mean it.all of my friends are doe-eyed and i feel like i'm holding a ball of dark matter close to my chest - tentacles of freezing and cold wrapping around my neck and forcing my head inwards and sucking me in. gradual descent into madness, depression or indifference. i want to be forgotten so i wont have any standards anymore, or anyone to think about when i drive over the edge. my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath as you walk through the dark of los angeles. it doesnt snow here, at least not that way. we have white powder mist floating across the skyline and drifting into sleeping brains. instant intoxication without reason.reality is just how you look at the facts. my doe-eyed friends are obsessed with things that i cant understand. i just want to sleep and lose my memory. i just want to breathe cold air for the rest of my life. fuck love. fuck everything. i am absolute and infinite as a single being - my bones will lie petrified in the mountains for thousands of years. when they dig me up nothing will be left of my ridiculous haircuts or stupid smile, just my teeth and my skull and the parts that used to make up my fingers and ribcage. sense and science or fakes and liars. i dont know what to believe except that i can sit in a chapel and feel comforted by the candles and black-robed saints but i cant look into the sky and fall in love with the idea that everything is expanding outwards forever and it will never be finished and it is huge and unbeatable and unknowable.please excuse the rivers blooming in my brain. i dont know how to hold things back and this is the proof. just dont tell me if you feel the same - i dont want to admit that i am human and that i have this big weakness.you can dance if you want to.

Posted by xo at 4:09 AM"

August 12, 2007

i am and it will (love beats the demon)the stars are coming outlook up in the brassy skyand there they are likeblooming pocket change.you bet on somethingyou wish you had10,000 to bet onsomething where the odds are good.i'm betting all those starsyou don't win shit.curled luggage occupants, wrapped around eachother, waiting to be used and thrown awayblankets that thousands have slept in, it's a strange feeling to know that you are tossing and turning and clenching your eyes shut underneath the same sheets someone might have had their honeymoon in.cotton double-beds housing drowsing nods, the winks and blinks of eyes and knives.crystal beautiful snow white, friend of thousands but married specifically to you and you alone. this is my true friend. i wont want to repeat this later but this may be my only true friend.sand trapped under eyelids.no matter how much i brag about a strong wall between me and the cares of the planet, i know that everyone sees through it. you cant be me and be completely cut off from the way the world works - it doesnt add up.i want to be taken as i am and loved regardless of what i've done. strip off my skin and take a walk down the street. tiptoe down the paths of the great, and though invisible i will become as they were. or at least in my mind.in heaven i do not want to be held on a crowd of people who think they know me. i would rather look at them from a passing nimbus and smile knowing what they do not.i would rather know what i have done and get no recognition than for the cosmos to put me on a pedestal. you cant live with that kind of pressure or that kind of adoration without hitting some sort of breaking point.(i'm glad to say that you and i are friends and my offer still stands.)

Posted by xo at 2:50 AM

August 15, 2007

been writing poems for myself lately. different then i would have expected

most of them have homes already but there are a few orphans....

expresso.d.'d brain

nerves screaming

red square green in the sun that wont give up

absin-k

bounced checks and imbalances

the room spins me into a terrible green tornado

shoot my veins full of old birthday cake wax

cos theyve been alone all these years since

what helps get u thru the day

can make you go mad in the night

somewhere between the hell that is the souls of my feet

and the heaven that is the arch of my mind

is the purgatory of my hips

and i find myself floating through its vastness again every single night.

living a single file life is hard

but wives are like long division-

the way you always seem to be need but are

that memory itch just outside of where yr head can scratch

would you take yrself back to heartache if u could have yr teenage smile?

posted by xo at 4:11 PM

August 26, 2007

“wait, johnny marr is in fucking modest mouse?”

mayday mayday. there has been a fire in the engine room. failure lights are up everywhere.

me and you just like always.

lit like leading actors. bright lights hitting your cheekbones in an otherwise darkened room.

this is disaster.

you smoke that last one down until it burns your fingers.

there is a penny spinning the table and twenty dollars broken like everything else in here.

basement apartments feel like funeral homes sometimes.

took the train just like the old days.

my old days that is. the good old days.

the stops are of comfort to me as they count me down.

when it flips from red to purple i know im getting close.

drove home from the train today. sweating out a hoody in august just like the good days.

scary.

i am anonymous to the cars as i drive back to the house i grew up in, cutting down the same streets ive ridden down for almost 20 years- slowing only when i see the house a block before mine, that signifies my victory lap.

i run up the stairs and throw myself on the bed.

i can only think of before this began and after it ends.

my last year.

i cant ever get my head around right now.

"red red wine" is playing on the radio.

i saw a good band last night and thought of good friends-

i only wish i would let my head go to these places more.

im getting sick of saying im sorry.

"i hate you, but have a good night."

Posted by xoat 2:20 PM

August 29, 2007

“current occupation: selling fire in hell”

wolves, oysters, clams and crickets.

its not my fault i was raised by

the world is mine

and im happy as a...

cos my conscience is my guide.

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reading about the beatles.

falling back in love with life.

writing music.

make this bigger than a tshirt

or picture.

if we still can.

everything aside i still feel the same.

i truly love you and this, forgive me for when it seems like i dont.

im still trying to figure me out.

ps trying to cast all my worries aside. dylan said the first time he heard elvis it was like busting out of jail. thats how it felt the first time between the highway lines in the van. hope we can al find somethhing that gets us thru the night. uganda, the songs, this love all changed something in my head. hope i can find a practical application for it.

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