#screw it it's midnight don't care

[just-your-average-cryptid]

i love seeing people hubris-posting about not showing up on those youtube tumblr post comps like it's not summoning them to find your post

i however am immune bc i am the online equivalent of an ocean bug in the mariana trench. you will not find me i'm here with my fellow trench bugs where no sunlight is cast, feeding on chemical broth your surface dweller tongues could not BEGIN to comprehend

[peachsukii]

Hiii omg I love your writings so much!!

May i request texting katsuki while reader is drunk in a bar (maybe bc reader just broke up with her previous boyfriend or sth. It’s up to you but please make it spicy 🔥) (also 18+ please 🥹)

ohhhh the things swirling in my head about this!!! thank you for the request nonnie & hope it delivers! 💜

on the rocks

『 ♡ 』  k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ pro-hero au | age 24 | friends to fwb ꒱ ⇢ your week couldn’t get any worse. between a screw up at work and getting dumped out of the blue, you needed to desperately let off some steam. thank goodness the girls were more than happy to take you out for the night in the city and spoil you with a good time. everything’s fine until you receive a text that spirals into an unpredicted hookup.

꒰ tags & warnings ꒱ 18+ MDNI mentions of alcohol, mild/implied smut, suggestive texting, friends to friends with benefits, heavy flirting, sexually comfortable reader, reader went through a break-up, soft bakugo, fluffy ꒰ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~2.6k ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

The bartender hands you the drink you ordered, nodding a thanks when you smile at her. You’re not drunk, per se, but you’re definitely buzzed - that warm and fuzzy feeling dancing through your veins, letting you relax for the first time all week. Tonight's goal was to think about absolutely nothing, to let go of all the shit weighing on your shoulders. Even if it's just for one night, anything to shake away the pain you've been carrying.

But the alcohol seems to be betraying you, forcibly shoving those thoughts to the forefront of your mind instead of burying them.

Memories of your ex begin to haunt you as your mind wanders aimlessly, the dam bursting that was keeping it all at bay. You try and shake your head to rid yourself of the feelings, but they just wouldn’t go away.

God, fuck him and every false promise he made to you.

Some people would consider three months a short amount of time, but to you, it felt like an eternity. He seemed so sweet, caring and kind when you first met, but once he forcibly ripped off your rose-colored glasses? He was nothing but a walking pile of shit.

Suddenly, your phone dings on the bar, lighting up to show a text message notification.

'Who the fuck is texting me so late?'

You blink a few times, re-reading the contact name before it registers: Katsuki Bakugo.

That's rather...odd. He's notorious for going to bed by 9pm - it’s almost midnight. You two were friends, sure, but never the 'text you in the middle of the night' type of friends. Curious to know what he wanted, you open the text to reveal nothing but a picture. When you squint through your hazy vision, you realize just what you're looking at.

It's a picture of Bakugo from the neck down, laying on his bed in nothing but grey sweats that are tugged down and nestled at the bottom of his hip bones. The pose accentuates the delicious deep V below his abs and shows the blonde trail disappearing underneath the hem of his sweatpants. The shadows trace each well-earned muscle, perfectly outlining them in the dim light of his bedroom.

Was this meant for you? Did he send it to you by accident? Your mind goes blank, stopping your previous train of thought about your stupid ex.

…did he send it to you on purpose? Your core pulses at the thought, causing you to cross your legs defensively.

Right on queue, another text pops up, your phone vibrating in your hands.

[katsuki] fuck, sorry. that was an accident

That was a bold face fucking lie, and you knew it. Bakugo's not that stupid to send the wrong text by mistake, especially a selfie. There's no way in hell he would even take a picture like that for someone unless he wanted it to be seen.

Liquid courage does you a favor when you reply, loosely teasing him about it.

[you] damn, katsuki. who's the lucky girl?

You don't notice Mina approaching you with how intently you're staring at your phone screen, startling you when she taps your shoulder.

"What are ya doing over here?! Come dance with us!" she pleads, pulling on your arm. She notices how you're clutching your phone like a lifeline and the coral tint on your cheeks. She quirks an eyebrow at you. "Who are you texting?"

Oh god, find a lie - fast! She'll see right through your facade if you don't.

"No one, just a spam text."

Mina stares at you - shit, she knows you're lying.

"You're a shit liar, babe. Who is it?"

"I got a random text from Katsuki," you admit, the flush in your cheeks deepening at his name. Are you into him, or is it the alcohol in your system? It's no secret that he's attractive, he's always been effortlessly handsome. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't checked him out a few times, but never acted on it. The two of you were friends and you’d assumed he didn't think much else of you.

Mina grabs the phone from your hands, entering in your passcode (how did she know it?!) and reading the texts. Her eyes blow open, pinching the screen to zoom in on the photo. You scramble to grab the phone back to quit her oogling as she's squealing with glee.

"Holy shit!" she yells. "Accident my ass, Blasty. Damn, that's hot."

"Mina! Keep your voice down," you beg, locking the screen to prevent anyone else from seeing.

"No one is listening over this music," she squawks, punching you lightly in the arm. "Come back to us soon you minx!"

And with that, she leaves you at the bar, returning to the dance circle with the rest of your girlfriends. Your phone vibrates a few more times in your hand and recaptures your attention.

[katsuki] thought you'd like a distraction [katsuki] shit, if this is weird, just tell me and i'll fuck off [katsuki] i should've just asked instead

So it was on purpose. You swallow hard as you shakily type out your reply, trying to keep your cool.

[you] it's not weird, what made you think of me? [katsuki] mina wouldn't shut the fuck up about you earlier. sent me pictures of you in the dress you have on, couldn't get it outta my head

When the fuck did Mina do that?! You had thought she was taking pictures of herself earlier at your apartment. That sneaky bitch!

[you] goddammit mina, i'm sorry about her. why would she send them to you?

You see the typing indicator pop up and disappear a few times before his response arrives.

[katsuki] you know how she is, playing matchmaker and shit with everybody [katsuki] honestly? i'm not mad about it [you] oh? [you] so that's why you sent it to me. hell of a pickup line kats [katsuki] fuck off [katsuki] i can't deny that you're gorgeous [you] yeah? feelings mutual

Your face is burning hot, sitting at the bar in disbelief that Bakugo's flirting with you. And it was all because he was infatuated with what you're wearing? He couldn't get it out of his head?

You're still debating on whether you want to yell at or thank Mina for igniting this fire. [katsuki] where are you right now? [you] sitting at the bar, some club in the city

Another picture is delivered to you on screen and has your jaw dropping to the floor.

The picture is closer to his face this time, cut off at his cheekbones and barely illuminated as Bakugo's fingers are parted over his mouth. His tongue is lazily hanging above his bottom lip with a string of salvia attached to one of his fingers.

Your legs twitch as you bite your lip, imagining his face slotted between your thighs.

[you] holy shit, katsuki...fuck [katsuki] find a bathroom or some dark corner [katsuki] there's more where that came from. just say the word, princess

The pet name is doing things to you that you didn't think was possible. Your overloaded with a sudden rush of arousal, heat twisting in your belly at his promise. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you bolt to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind you. Luckily, this club's on the nicer side, the bathroom not being as scummy as you thought it would be. You set your things on the counter and grab your phone, turning the camera on and pointing it in the mirror.

If that's how he wanted to play? You could play right back.

[you] that deserves a reward

The photo attached shows your breast pushed closed together, daring to spill out of the top of your dress and wearing the poutiest lip you could muster.

Bakugo’s response is immediate.

[katsuki] goddamn, your tits look amazing in that dress [you] would you believe me if i said they look better out of it?

You turn the camera back on and click the record button, sensually slipping the top of your dress down and letting your breasts loosely lay over the bust. Your nipples are pebbled from the rousing desire flowing through you, making them standing perfectly at attention. You give the camera a wink and squeeze one of your breasts playfully. Once you're happy with the video, you send it with no hesitation and readjust your dress. [katsuki] holy fuck [katsuki] you alone? That's not the response you expected, but you roll with it. [you] yeah, one person bathroom

- Incoming Call: Katsuki Bakugo -

You stare at the contact screen for a few seconds before picking up.

"Hey Kat," you greet, nervousness wracking your body, the thrill of the situation making your heart flutter.

"I wanted 'ta hear your voice instead," Bakugo groans, heavy breaths following his words. "I never thought you'd...want to do this with me."

You can't help but laugh under your breath. "Never thought you wanted to, either."

You're thankful that your not drunk off your ass after all - you want to remember this. You're tipsy, but coherent.

And turned on to high heaven.

Bakugo breaks the silence before you cut him off. "I know you're fresh outta-"

"Katsuki, he's not worth mentioning. I'm focused on you right now."

"Yeah? Tell me more."

"I'd love to see what you're hiding under those sweats, Dynamight. I'm practically a puddle just thinking about it. How do you think my lips would look wrapped around you?"

You can hear Bakugo exhale into the phone and groan. He tries to hide it, but fails miserably.

"Cat got your tongue, huh? Too forward?"

"N-no. It's fuckin' hot. Shit," he whispers with baited breath. "God, what club are you at again?"

"The one near Shibuya station. Crystal Crown, I think. Why?"

There's a pause before you hear various clicks and a beep or two from his side before he answers.

"Changed my mind, this ain't happenin' over the phone the first time. You're 15 minutes from my place, I'm comin' to get ya."

You can feel your panties soak from your excitement, clenching at the thought of him just ravaging you in his car and not being able to make it back to his apartment before touching you like a man starved.

"Coming to sweep me off my feet or to fuck my brains out?" The words spill from your lips before you can stop them, but you don’t regret it when you hear Bakugo moan in response - loudly.

"Fuckin’ - have you been stockpilin’ this shit ‘ta say to me?" He laughs. “You’re gonna kill me before I leave the damn apartment.”

“Didn’t think you’d be so easy to play with,” you joke playfully, twirling a piece of your hair in your fingers. “Better get here before I change my mind, find some other rebound in this stupid club.”

“I’ll be your fuckin’ rebound any day of the week, sweetheart. Ain’t no guy in that building better than me.”

His confidence makes it difficult to bite back the moan in your throat.

“Guess you need to prove it. Get your ass over here, I’ll be out front. You better be wearing those sweats.”

You’re about to hang up when you hear Bakugo say something quietly, too muted for you to make out right away.

“Kats?”

He clears his throat before repeating himself, his voice soft and low. “You sure y’want this? I don’t wanna fuck anythin’ up or whatever.”

“You won’t fuck anything up, nothing wrong with friends fucking with no strings attached. I already flashed my tits at you, no turning back now.”

You subtly hear him let go of the breath he was holding and a hollow chuckle, sounding relieved at your answer.

“Good. See ya soon.”

The line ends with a click, leaving you with your thoughts while staring in the bathroom mirror. You didn’t realize how badly you’ve been shaking until you attempt to walk, unexpectedly stumbling like a baby deer on your heels. Once you gather yourself, you exit the bathroom and hurry over to the dance floor. Mina spots you, rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips when you approach the group.

“Where the hell have you been?!” She shouts over the music. “I was starting to think you died in there.”

“I’m heading home,” you say while waving your hand, brushing away her worries.

“Oh…oh my god. Is Bakugo coming to get you?!”

“Mina!”

Jiro and Uraraka turn in your direction, yelling in unison. “Bakugo?!?!”

You palm your face, desperately attempting to hide your flared cheeks as the girls squeal and cheer for you.

“Stop it! We’re still just friends!”

Mina clicks her tongue. “Uh-huh. That’s what I said about Kiri a year ago, and now look at us!”

“You gotta let us know how it goes,” Uraraka winks, elbowing you in the rib. "Rumor has it he lives up to his hero name in bed."

Before the interrogation continues, you back away from the group with a smile and turn for the entrance. You slide through the doors and slip out onto the sidewalk and see Bakugo parked out front, smiling as his eyes spot you on the busy street.

Has he ever smiled at you like that before?

He gets out of the car and walks around to greet you.

“Hey Katsu-”

Before you can process what’s happening, Bakugo’s got one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck. He gently leans you against the car as he swoops down to place a featherlight kiss to your lips. You squeak before melting into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sparks are flying through your whole body - a sensation you haven’t felt for a long time. When the two of you part, his eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed and lips parted with shallow breaths.

“Ready to go?” He asks, removing the hand from your neck and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your heart is in your throat, strangling any words you try to say, so instead, you just nod ‘yes.’ Bakugo walks you to the passenger side and opens the door for you, just like any other time you’ve hung out. When he shuts the door and goes to walk to the drivers side, you finally notice he’s wearing the damn grey sweatpants.

The entire drive back to his place, Bakugo’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. His fingers danced over your skin, playing with the hem of your dress and gingerly squeezing the plush surface every so often. You return the favor, walking your fingers up the inside of his thigh a few times, stopping short of the growing tent in his sweats. Pulling up to his apartment complex seems to take the breath out of both of you. He turns the car off and you sit idly in silence, it's only a minute or two, but feels like a lifetime.

Bakugo gets out first, jogging over to your side to open your door. He takes your hand as you stand, closing the door behind you and swiftly sweeping you off your feet into his arms, bridal style.

"Wow, do all the girls you bring home get this treatment?" you tease, planting a kiss on his warm cheek.

"Never had the pleasure of bringin' a princess home, so no."

That shuts you up and makes you quiver in his hold.

"I'm honored, sir Dynamight. Take me to your castle!" You swoon, dramatically leaning back with a hand over your head.

Bakugo shakes his head and grins, starting to jog through the parking lot and up the stairs with you. You hold onto his shoulders while giggling uncontrollably, ecstatic to see where the night takes you.

One things for certain - you haven't thought about your ex once. And you look forward to keeping it that way.

tags; @slayfics @maddietries

[anticidic]

Secret relationship skk...where literally NO ONE knows except for them and they have to hide it because:

well, Dazai still defected and he's with the ADA now and dating the enemy doesn't look good for him

and Chuuya's supposed to have gotten over Dazai and has to keep up that appearance.

(and every time Chuuya's been sent by Mori to send ~personal~ and totally not threatening messages to the ADA, Dazai makes himself conveniently unavailable.)

So, by day they put on those masks. Chuuya absolutely can't stand Dazai, Dazai still gets in his personal space and drives him nuts. There's totally nothing off. Whenever Dazai's brought up in passing by Mori, or Kouyou, or literally anyone, he scowls and is like, yeah, screw that guy.

But who's the one opening his door past midnight to let Dazai in because he refuses to be caught dead in Dazai's dingy little place, never mind the fact other agency members live in the dorm there.

I DON'T KNOW, MAN. I like the harsh-by-day and knife to the throat with menacing looks, then by night they're tending to one another's wounds and Dazai's having to sneak back to his dorm before the crack of dawn before Kunikida comes knocking. It's soft, but they don't lose their edge because they know it must be done and it's the price they pay for being together.

In fact, it's so important to them to keep the secret going that they're willing to pull the shit that they do. Chuuya with the corruption and punching and shooting Dazai, and Dazai taking it and almost drowning Chuuya in a grandiose act to really show the world he doesn't care about Chuuya.

Like, you KNOW Mori would capitalize on the fact Dazai and Chuuya have a thing if he knew about it. He'd find some way to try and use it against Dazai to either coerce him back into joining the mafia or taking it out on Chuuya in a roundabout way by forcing his hand.

I don't need dramatic declarations of love. Gimme actual enemy lovers that still act it and no one's the wiser because they really think Dazai and Chuuya can't stand each other and just suck it up when they have to be partners.

[reareaotaku]

Brother's Best Friend [BBF]

Summary: Your older brother's best friend seems 2 have gained a little crush on you. Pairings: Yandere! Mike Wheeler x Reader [Possible Lucas x Reader?] Tw/Cw: Perv Mike, Aged up Mike, Dustin is older brother, They're like a year apart, They have different dads, Eddie is alive still for plot, The boys are upperclassman, Panty stealing-, Slight NSFW themes Taglist: @fxchild, @milesfairchild2, @maxiscoolongg, @penguinsravioli, @totallynotafroggie, @jackass-1 [Part 2?]

You didn't know much about your brother's best friend, Mike, but he always gave you this weird vibe. Though, your brother was weird too, so of course he attracted weird friends.

Thankfully, he was never mean to you, unlike Dustin's other friend, Lucas. Lucas had always found a reason to taunt you just for fun, nothing ever truly cruel, but it did get on your nerves. Though, your mother would always reassure you he was just teasing you, because that's what boys did.

You thought it was just plain annoying. You didn't understand why boys being mean to you meant they 'liked you.' Maybe they were just fucking mean.

---

You looked at the clock before realizing that you might be able to sneak into the kitchen and get something to drink. Your mother was probably asleep and you were sure Dustin was at a friend's house, so you were in the clear.

Though as you make it downstairs, you hear voices, causing you to groan. You slowly walk down the stairs, before peaking around the corner. It was Dustin and his D&D [?] friends? You weren't sure what they were doing, but it looked like they were playing that stupid game.

You tried to sneak past, but those boys must have had some keen hearing. Mike nearly instantly notices you and you both make intense eye contact. You froze, hoping he wouldn't say something. Thankfully, he didn't. Unfortunately, someone else did.

Eddie was the first to acknowledge you and you couldn't help the annoyed/disgusted face that appeared.

"Aww, that's not a pretty face."

"It's past midnight- Why are you guys in our house? Go home."

"Chill out, Y/n. We're just finishing our game." Dustin says, not even looking at you.

"Yeah, Y/n. Calm down. We'll leave when it's over," Lucas says, "Besides it's not like we're bothering you."

"Whatever." You roll your eyes and head to the kitchen.

You hurry and get your drink, before heading back up to your room. Mike watches you like a love sick puppy, which catches Dustin's attention.

"Hey, that's my sister," Dustin whisper yells.

"You're only like half siblings," Mike says, not looking over at Dustin.

Dustin glares at him, annoyed, "I don't care if she's my third cousin two times removed, you still can't date her. Don't date your friends' family."

Mike isn't listening, his mind obviously elsewhere. Dustin smacks Mike on the back of the head, causing him to wince.

"What was that for?"

"You're being a pervert, that's what."

"No I wasn't. I was just... Making sure she didn't fall."

"Uhuh, come on, it's your turn."

"Besides," Lucas pipes up, causing both Mike and Dustin to look at him. "You don't have a chance with her in any world."

"Man whatever."

---

Mike knew he shouldn't. It was gross. It was perverted. It was awful, but he didn't care. He looked through your cabinets, opening drawers from your dresser, hoping to find the gold mine. His eyes lit up when he finally found what he was looking for. He was hesitant, but he decided screw it. He grabbed a pair of frilly panties before stuffing them in his pants.

He knew it was wrong. He really did, but god it felt so good. He applauded himself for taking a clean pair instead of a dirty pair. It was the only lenience he'd give himself of not being a nasty, disgusting pervert.

But he knows... He knows if he had had the time, he would have. It was a terrible thought, but he knows. He probably would have jacked off on your bed with some of your underwear on his cock, while having sniffing another pair.

---

Mike spots you leaving the school, quickly opening the car door and rushing towards you while calling your name.

"Y/n!"

You sigh, but ultimately stop so he can catch up. He leans over, catching his breath, before straightening up.

"Where you going?"

"Home?" You look at him as if he had just asked you the stupidest question in the world.

"Home- Yeah, that's where I'm heading too."

"Hopefully, you mean your own house and not mine."

"Yeah, of course. You know if you ever need help with work, I'm always free for you." He says balancing on his feet, while looking at you sheepishly.

"I'm in AP classes?" Your eyes scrunch together. "In fact, I think I'm above you in some subjects."

"If you want to come over, to work with someone, you can always come over."

"Yeah... Probably not, but thanks... I guess?"

You try and push past him, but he blocks your way, causing you to groan.

"I mean we don't have to do work. We can just hang out."

"Hang out? With my brother's friend. Oh my god, what a great offer."

"Really?"

"No. Now move."

He sighs, but ultimately gets out of your way. He turns around, watching you get into the car with some of your friends. He didn't know why you were playing hard to get, but he wouldn't give up that easily.

[koyagifs]

𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

pairing: san x reader au: ceo | arrange marriage genre: angst word count: 917 words summary: Under the facade of being the perfect couple for the world, your relationship with San is hanging by a thread that finally snapped at his promotion party. warning(s): mentions of cheating, swearing and alcohol part 1 | part 2 | part 3

"San are you ready? we have less then an hour to arrive before they start to question where we're at." You said, exciting the bathroom as you put your earrings in.

San rolled his eyes, sitting down the leather couch with a cup of whiskey in one hand and the other messaging his mistress. You weren't dumb, you knew exactly when the affair started it's why you demand San to wear condoms when we "makes love" to you.

You entered the living room seeing him there, a smirk on his face before it was replaced an angered face. " about fucking time" he mumbled.

You tsk, grabbing your purse before you left the building leaving him behind. Drowning the drink in his hand, he followed behind shortly afterwards. The drive to his promotion party was as usual silent, his phone screen being lit up every few minutes with what you assume to be his mistress once again demanding his attention.

" tell her to leave you alone for a few fucking hours. She's acting like a dog in heat." You huffed out.

" shut up yn, clearly she loves me very much to actually try and keep my attention."

Your jaw tighten as you glared at him as he finally shuts his phone off. The car came to a halt and the cameras began to flash. Wiping your tears away, you wrapped your hand around his jaw and pulled him closer to you. He hissed in pain as your nails dug into his skin.

" we're going to act like a nice and lovely couple for this party, then you can go to your whores house and do whatever you want. I don't care anymore Choi San but for fucks sake for your parents and mine do not screw this up."

Pushing him away, he left the car and opened your car door and placed his fake and loving face for the cameras that awaited for you and San. Taking his hand, you exited the car a fake smile on your face. Placing a kiss on his cheek as the the two of you walked towards the building. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach as you both enter the elevator. San took a look at the markings on his face before he pinned you to the wall.

"jealously is not a good look on you, wife" He spoke, grabbing your chin just you had in the car.

You glared at him, staying silent as he continued on. " next time, lets refrain from calling her a whore hm? At least she cares for me"

You rolled your eyes as you shoved him away from you. " cares for you? I'm not having this conversation with you dear husband"

" see, this is exactly what im talking about! You continue to push me away "

"san "

"no we will be having this -"

" san shut the fuck up and turn around" You said harshly with a smile on your face before you turned San around, facing the crowd that didn't noticed the two of you bickering. San was quick to recover, putting his hand around your waist, guiding you towards his group of friends. As they said their hellos, San was quick to leave you.

" youre lucky no one noticed you two. It looked kinda heated for a second." Mingi said, handing you glass of champagne.

Taking the glass as you mumbled a thanks before you chugged it. "you're not going home with him are you?"

Your eyes followed him as he made his rounds, greeting everyone with his real smile. The real smile that you fell in love with. A hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality as you turned around to Hongjoong and Seonghwa.

" he was fast to leave you love," Hongjoong said, a smirk tugging on his lips.

" not fast enough. I can't wait for this night to be over" you mumbled, grabbing another glass of champagne.

──･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.────

Nearing midnight, you lost sight of San when Hongjoong continued talking to you, trying his best to ease your mind. You excused yourself, promising him you'll be back as you went to look for San. Turning down the hallway there was your husband, making out with his mistress. You scoffed, took the remaining liquid in your drink before you marched down to them. You knew you were drunk but the anger inside you continued to fume.

" how touching" You said, causing the two to jump away from each other.

She began to stutter as San remained calmed, zipping his pants back up. You began to grow irritated at her attempts to explain herself, "just shut the fuck up. please."

" San if you don't tell our lovely guests that we will be making our leaves so your absences isn't question"

San continued to glare at you as he whispered into his mistress ear. She excused herself, making her way towards the elevators. Tears stung your eyes once she was gone from your frame. Chest heaving as you tried your best to look presentable but you just couldn't. When San reappeared, Hongjoong was right behind him following him closely. San gripped your arms, tugged you close to him as you let out a cry of pain.

" god, i fucking despise you" He said, anger laced in his face.

You giggled, tears falling down as you looked up at him. "ditto"

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 - 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐃𝐚𝐝

Word Count: 2,490

Contains: She/Her Pronouns, cursing, name calling, sadist, masochist, spiting, fingering, hair pulling, tears, orgasm denial, kissing, degradation, choking, exhibitionist (?), cum, praising, oblivious mother , p-in-v, unprotective sex Don't know if missed anything.

Proof Read and Edited

A/n: Reader is over 18!!! Bakugo is also aged up. I haven't written smut in a while so please bare with me.

At approximately midnight, the front door opening startled you from your bed, where you had been engrossed in using your mobile phone. Your stepfather, Bakugo, had returned home after a long day working as a hero, leaving you to your own devices in the house while your mother was away on a business trip. As you made your way downstairs, you noticed Bakugo sprawled out on the couch, his legs apart, clutching a beer in one hand and taking continuous sips from it. Exhausted from his day at work, his focus was fixed on the television, his tired eyes struggling to stay open. He groaned and reclined against the couch, taking another bitter sip from his beer.

As you descended the staircase intending to annoy him, you were taken aback to find him already indulging in his usual nightly ritual of drinking. "Beer? Really?" you exclaimed, unable to hide your disdain as you reached the bottom step. Bakugo's head snapped towards you upon hearing your voice, clearly startled by your presence. He grumbled, placing the beer on the coffee table and directing his focus towards me. "What on earth are you still doing awake, you little brat? Shouldn't you be fast asleep by now?" he inquired, his tone tinged with annoyance.

"Why the fuck do you care?" you snapped, storming off towards the kitchen. You could feel his gaze burning into your back. "What fuck did you just say" he demanded, placing his drink down forcefully. "You heard me, old man. Has your hearing gone to shit?" you hissed back. He followed you into the kitchen, his anger hot on your heels, and slammed his hand down on the counter. "Y/n, I won't tolerate this attitude," he said, attempting to be the mature one and reason with you, but you couldn't care less.

Ever since you and your mom moved in with Bakugo, you've had a major problem with his behavior. He constantly drinks beer, lounges on the couch, and never lifts a finger to help. You're always the one cleaning and cooking when your mom isn't around. And when she is, she takes over and cleans the entire house. She doesn't mind that Bakugo doesn't contribute because, according to her, he's the "man of the house" and deserves to relax after a hard day's work. It's infuriating because your mom works just as hard. So, in retaliation, you've been treating him with utter disrespect for months, all while pretending to be innocent in front of your mom.

Yeah, he may take care of you and occasionally treat you to meals, but that doesn't make up for the fact that you have to clean up after his friends when they come over and leave a mess of beer cans everywhere. You've reached your limit and want to put an end to it.

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings old man?" you taunted, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. Bakugo's irritation grew evident as you continued to provoke him. He straightened his posture, crossing his arms defiantly. "Don't think you can outsmart me, kid. I may be your stepfather, but I still have the responsibility to discipline you," he grumbled, his voice filled with a rough edge. Approaching you, he loomed over your smaller frame. "Hand over your phone and go to your room now."

With a defiant smirk, you mirrored his stance and crossed your arms. "You can't force me, you know. Just because you're screwing my mom doesn't automatically make you my dad," you teased, tilting your head playfully.

You defiantly smirked at him, causing his frustration to escalate. He took a step towards you, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you. "So, that's how it's gonna be, huh? You think you can treat me like shit?" he growled, his voice dripping with intensity. He reached out and firmly grasped your arm, not too forcefully but enough to make his point. "Listen up, you imbecile. You're not going to come out on top in this situation. Say whatever you want, but it'll come back to haunt you," he warned, his grip tightening slightly as a subtle threat.

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed by his display. "Oh, cry me a river," you scoffed. "What exactly do you think you can do?" Bakugo's eyes narrowed, annoyance flickering across his face. He tightened his hold on your arm, asserting his physical dominance. "Don't push me, you fool," he muttered, his voice low and menacing.

"Let go of me!" you snapped, attempting to break free from his grasp. "Ouch!" He leaned in closer, his face mere inches away from yours. "Am I too much for a weakling like you? Fine. But remember, I always come out on top," he whispered, his breath grazing your ear.

You stood frozen, feeling his breath on your skin. "Don't call me weak, you old hag," you retorted, refusing to back down.

Bakugo's eyes narrow even further, a spark of anger flashing in them as he hears your defiant words. He releases your arm, his hand balling into a fist at his side. "You want to challenge me, huh? Fine, brat. Get ready to learn your place," he growls. Without warning, he grabs you by the waist, forcefully pinning you against the wall. Your eyes widen as his face comes dangerously close to yours. "What do you think you're doing, idiot?" You snap. Bakugo's grip tightens on your waist, his knee pressing against your core. Unfortunately, you're only wearing an oversized shirt and panties, causing your shirt to ride up. "I'm doing what needs to be done, brat," he replies, his voice low and commanding. He leans in closer, his breath grazing your skin. "You want to challenge me? Do you want to play this game? Well, be careful what you wish for," he murmurs in a husky tone. His hand trails up your side, his touch firm and possessive. "I'll teach you how to respect your elders," he adds, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and desire.

"Don't touch me," you grit through your teeth before spitting in his face. His eyes widen in surprise as the spit lands on his cheek. His grip on your waist tightens even further, his knee pressing higher against your clothed area. He wipes the spit off his face with the back of his hand, his jaw clenched tightly. "You insolent brat," he snarls, his voice dripping with venom. In a swift, sudden motion, he grabs a handful of your hair, his grip painfully tight. "You think you can disrespect me like that? Think again," he growls, his tone filled with anger and dominance. You yelp in pain as you try to pry his hands off of you. "You're hurting me, you asshole!" you yell, tears welling up in your eyes.

Bakugo's grip on your hair tightens even more, his anger escalating as he hears your words. His piercing gaze locks onto yours, his voice a low rumble filled with a mix of frustration and dominance. "Good. Perhaps a little discomfort will serve as a reminder of your place," he declares, his words tinged with a hint of sadistic pleasure. "Remember, I'm the one who takes care of you. I'm the one who watches out for you. And I won't tolerate any disrespect," he asserts, his voice resonating with commanding authority. "Kiss my ass," you retorted, a tear streaming down your face from the forceful grip on your hair.

"Naughty girls like you need to be taught a lesson," he grumbles. Without warning, he pulls your panties to the side and forcefully inserts two fingers inside your aching pussy. "What the fuck!" you exclaim, pushing against his shoulders and squirming under his touch. He remains silent, holding you down as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you faster and faster, causing you to grow wet with desire. "Stop it, you asshole," you snap before he yanks your hair, tilting your head to the side and planting rough kisses on your exposed neck. "If you want me to stop, why are you grinding your hips against my fingers?" he smirks against your skin. You hadn't even realized that your hips were moving; you were so starved for touch that you would do anything for any form of contact.

"That doesn't mean I like it" you retorted, your voice laced with defiance as the pleasure surged through your body. Desperate to resist his advances, you clutched onto his shoulder, determined to deny him the satisfaction he sought. But deep down, you craved the sensation that awaited when he hit that sweet spot. Your breath hitched as your hips instinctively moved in sync with his skilled fingers. "Please, Bakugo, we can't," you pleaded, knowing it was wrong but unable to resist the intoxicating pleasure. "Do you want me to stop?" he growled in your ear, his fingers teasingly slow, causing you to moan in response. "Damn it," you gasped. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" he questioned, his voice dripping with dominance. "Your body tells a different story. Look at how helpless you are under my touch," he declared, his veiny hands gripping your neck, choking you, pinning you against the wall. Trembling, you whimpered, your desire for his touch finally overpowering your resistance.

"Please, don't stop. Keep going," you managed to utter. Bakugo smirked, crashing his lips onto yours, the eagerness consuming you as he fingered you with fervor, the wet sounds mingling with your moans. "That's what I thought, you slut," he murmured against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. Your walls clenched around his thick fingers, signaling your impending climax. Just as you were about to surrender to ecstasy, he abruptly withdrew his fingers. "N-no! Why would you do that?" you whined, your hips still rocking, craving the sensation of fullness. "Only good girls get to come, and you haven't been behaving, have you?" he taunted, wearing a smug smirk.

"I'm sorry! I promise to behave, just please let me cum," you pleaded, clutching onto his shirt. "Please," you pouted softly. "I'll be good," you said, tears welling up in your eyes, desperate to reach your climax. Bakugo chuckled and gave you a quick kiss, wiping away your tears. "Fine, but how about you cum on my dick instead?' he smirked. You eagerly nodded in agreement. "Please," you begged. Without hesitation, Bakugo bent you over the kitchen island and swiftly pulled down your drenched panties. As he pulled his pants down, his hard cock sprung out. He smirked as he stroked himself, taking in the sight of your bent-over form. "So desperate for my cock, huh" he chuckled, teasing your entrance with the tip. "I'm not in the mood for teasing, Katsuki. Just fuck me," you whined as you pressed yourself against him. And that's exactly what he did. Once you finished your little rant, he shoved his cock inside you, making you gasp and quickly shut up.

He started moving slowly at first, his hands gripping your hips as he gradually picked up speed. You gripped the counter, crying out with pleasure as his cock hit all the right spots and filled you perfectly. "Katsuki," you moaned as he started slamming into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with your moans. "You like that, you slut?" he asked, grabbing your hair and pulling you back against his chest, admiring your face as you enjoyed being pounded. "Answer me," he growled, pulling your hair again. "I-I love it so much," you whimpered as his pace never once slowed. But just as you both heard the front door opening, he slowed down and whispered in your ear, "Stay quiet."

He continued to fuck your pussy behind the counter when your mom walked in. She enters the room, completely unaware of what's happening, and greets both of you with a smile. You try your best to maintain your composure, returning the smile. "Mom," you say, "You're back home early from your trip," leaning on the counter with Katsuki standing behind you. "Oh yeah, the trip got cut short. My boss suddenly got sick," she explains, placing her suitcase down. Gripping the counter tightly, Bakugo hits your sweet spot repeatedly, causing your legs to weaken and a soft whimper to escape your lips. "Oh, that's unfortunate," you respond, earning a tight squeeze from him, silently urging you to control yourself. "Yeah, we had three days left, but things happen," she laughs, removing her blazer. "What are you two doing up? I thought you'd both be sleeping at this hour."

"O-oh, I couldn't sleep. I had too much caffeine before bedtime," you laugh, trying to hide your moan. "I've told her countless times to cut back on caffeine, and now she's wide awake," Bakugo chuckles as he continues to pleasure you. "You need to work on that, Y/n. It's not good for you," your mom advises before heading towards the stairs. "Well, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late," she smiles. "Don't worry, we won't," Bakugo assures her, leaving you unable to utter a word as you teeter on the brink of orgasm.

"Goodnight," she murmured before retreating to her room. Bakugo waited until he heard the door close before increasing his pace, his hips snapping against yours, causing your ass to jiggle with each thrust. You couldn't hold back anymore, letting out a moan as tears sprang to your eyes from trying to suppress your pleasure in front of your mother.

"Such a good girl," he growled, praising you. "You behaved so well for me," he chuckled as he relentlessly pounded into you. You whimpered and gripped onto the counter, moaning loudly. 'You can cum, baby. You deserve it," he encouraged, and with his words, your body shook with ecstasy. As Bakugo continued to fuck you, he finally pulled out and came all over your ass. You rested your upper body on the counter, completely drained and your legs about to give out.

He grabbed a napkin and gently cleaned you up, his touch soothing against your sensitive skin. "Want… more?" you managed to utter, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "More?" he asked, a surprised smirk playing on his lips. "You think you can handle it?" You nodded eagerly, your desire evident. "Yes, please. I need you inside me," you whimpered, slowly rising to your feet.

"Fine. But only because you were well-behaved,'" he chuckles before scooping you up and carrying you to the couch. He sets you down on your back and climbs on top of you. He gazes down at your exhausted form as you grind your hips, rubbing your wet pussy against his hard cock. "Fuck," he growls before kissing you deeply, his hands finding their way to your throbbing center. "Don't come crying to me tomorrow about being tired," he teases. You grin against his lips. "I won't. Now just fuck me already."

[this-hopeless-war]

(it's hard to type cause i'm really cold and also sleep deprived hungry and haven't had enough water so I might need to clarify my points later if this doesn't make any sense:)

GUYS IVE HAD SOME THOUGHTS

I never really read into the line "it'd go to hell if it were left up to me" cause I always saw it as more of a "Haha you're so organized like imagine me trying to do that haha" but no it's a "If something happens to you I cannot do it. I am not capable of taking care of Pony like you are, if you give up now we are all screwed because I cannot handle everything like you. We NEED you here"

Imagine how terrified Soda was during RITFR, Darry was going on about leaving them behind and Ponyboy was riling him up. Soda was scared out his mind because of Darry had actually decided to leave he would not be able to take care of Ponyboy. He sees Darry go to work before sunrise and get back past midnight and still barely be able to pay bills. During Throwing In The Towel he finally voices those fears and that's all of "you think that I don't see it'd go to hell if it was left up to me and I don't know what we would do if you were not around the one to keep the ship afloat when it's going down darryl I need you and anyone can see that pony does too" 

Soda may have dropped out of school and have a job but he is still a kid who can't even imagine taking on all Darry has since their parents death.

[dwntwn-strnlo]

IDIOT matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. i love spider man

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. spider-man!matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. cleaning spider-man's cuts 🫡

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? no!

↳ 𝐂𝐖! mentions of blood/wounds, language, ig kind of angsty?

"this is so fucking idiotic, matt. the day you get your head screwed on right and no longer do this bullshit is the day heaven rains down on earth."

hearing a knock on your window, you're more unfazed then you should be considering the fact that you live on the ninth floor. a few months ago you would've freaked out, but not so much anymore.

placing your book down, you stand up and walk over to the window. quietly sliding the curtains to the side to find your distressed boyfriend, clutching his hand tightly to his torso.

mumbling a string of profanities under your breath, you lift the glass, opening it so the cold midnight wind pours into your bedroom. "fuck, matt." you murmur, helping him climb inside.

blood drips from his skin, his suit ripped open in three long streaks. you frown, pulling him over to your bed. reminding him to stay quiet just in case someone's still awake.

he plops down on your bed, pulling his mask off to reveal the heap of chocolate hair on top of his head, staring apologetically into your eyes. tears and guilt swirling over the light blue you've learned to love so much. "i'm sorry," he whispers, reaching out to take your hands in his. "i know i promised you that i'd be careful, and i tried. i tried so hard but today was different i guess."

you look away, dropping his hands before walking into your bathroom without a word. stepping back into your room, you have a series of things you want to scream at the boy, but you refrain and tone it down.

"this is so fucking idiotic, matt." you huff, sitting down in front of him on the bed. "the day you get your head screwed on right and no longer do this bullshit is the day heaven rains down on earth."

he stays silent, closing his eyes for several long seconds before meeting yours once more. not finding the words, he just lightly nods.

"this is gonna sting," you mumble, taking a cotton swab soaked in rubbing alcohol to his torso. doing your best to rub away the dried blood without hurting him.

unto to your surprise, he flinches under your touch. biting down on his lower lip to keep a long list of harsh words locked away on his tongue.

setting down the cotton swab, you stand up, grabbing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt of his that he's been meaning to get back for a while now. tossing them in front of him. "put these on and then i'll wrap that up."

he nods, standing up as you step into your bathroom. looking into your mirror, you run your hands down your face. basically on the brink from steaming at the ears. you're so unbelievably pissed at matt right now, but you know no matter how much you beg him to throw the suit away, he's going to resist and ignore you.

matt walks into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around you and dropping his nose to your shoulder. "i'm sorry, i really am." he whispers.

you turn around, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "i know you are, honey. i'm sorry for snapping at you."

he shakes his head, "please don't apologize. its my fault." he pleads. "there was this little girl who was about to-" his breath catches, "it almost got her and i couldn't stand to watch it and so i left the family i was tending to and so i got in the way and i-"

pressing your lips against his, you temporarily shut him up. "its okay, matt." you hushed, running your hands gently through his coffee-colored hair. "you don't have to explain yourself."

releasing a tight breath of air, he nods before looking down at his feet.

gently taking his hand in yours, you drag him back to your bed to wrap the gauze around his waist. letting him tell you all about what happened tonight and how heroic he felt after stopping whatever villain was out there this time.

letting him hug you tighter, you mumble a sweet goodnight before he falls into a soft slumber in your arms.

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[stars-n-spice]

Dad Batch as things my Dad did/said during our trip to drop off my younger sister at college:

Hunter:

Told my mom (who was driving in the other car) that we were going to take a shortcut and she expressed her disagreement with the idea before giving in - then after that conversation he kept muttering about how "great" his shortcut was to validate it to himself

Got mad at me for messing up one screw on the table we were putting together (it literally did not compromise the table in anyway) - "You ruined it!" - and this was after I helped him put together a whole ass dresser

Knew our van had battery problems courtesy of our last trip and STILL didn't get it fixed so he had to jump-start our van every time we turned it on

Echo:

Had a playlist that consisted of country songs, old Korean songs, pop song covers of classic songs that didn't need pop song covers, Latin pop music, and Disney songs playing

Showed us multiple times how to fold a t-shirt in seconds after seeing an Instagram reel about how to do so

Wrecker:

Kept getting spooked out by the fact that our hotel was across the street from a cemetery - he'd make ghost noises and when I told him to stop because he'd scare himself he went "I'm already scared."

Got scolded by my mom for playing the games on his phone when it was nearly midnight - she asked "are you still playing your games??" and he just gave her a blank look and showed her his phone where he was, in fact, still playing his games

Would remember he had things to do on his phone WHILE DRIVING and would try and get them done WHILE DRIVING

Tech:

Would violate traffic laws occasionally and when I called him out he went "I don't care. Nobody died."

Had me help him build furniture and make sure he was following the directions right because "I'm good at Legos"

Every time he got a chance to take a rest from diving he'd sleep for maybe,, ten minutes?? and then spend the rest of the time either A) playing on his phone or B) making sure we were going the right way despite having a GPS

Crosshair:

"He seemed to be....Canadian looking *with disgust*" <- about my sister's neighbors

Looked up the lyrics to a hymn my mom was trying to remember so she could go to sleep and leave him alone

[novankenn]

Memories...

Jaune stood on the top of Shade's exterior wall looking up into the star filled night sky. It was closing in on midnight. A New Year was just minutes away, yet he was unable to look forward towards possibilities. His mind was stuck in the past... regrets, and failures weighing heavily upon his soul.

Jaune: It's another year gone, and so much has happened... but it still hurts.

His hand drifted to the red sash about his waist, and he idly rubbed it between his fingers, as he bit his lip.

Jaune: I think you already know, but I have to say it anyway... I lost my chance with you... and then I had to take Penny away from Ruby...

Jaune lifted his hands and stared at his calloused palms. He swallowed, his throat dry, as his eyes grew wet.

Jaune: I've tried so hard... yet I keep failing... I failed you... I failed Penny... I failed everyone. My hands are stained, by the blood of someone I cared about.

Jaune clenched his hands into tight fists, grit his teeth and screwed his eyes shut. Tears rolling slowly down his cheeks. His breath hitched as he tried to force his pain down.

Jaune: I've failed and I've killed. I'm no hero, I'm not worthy or worth being around... I can't... do this anymore...

So lost in his own mind, Jaune never heard her approach. He wasn't even aware that she was beside him until he felt the soft caress of her hand against his cheek. Jaune flinched away from the offered comfort as if he had been struck. His eyes snapping open.

Jaune: Weiss?

Weiss: Jaune... are you okay? Everyone is wondering where you had taken off to?

Jaune: I... I... I just need to be alone.

Weiss: I don't think so.

Jaune: Please...

Weiss: Jaune, talk to me, and if you can't talk with me, then try Ruby, or Ren. Open up to any of us.

Jaune: I can't...

Weiss: Jaune?

Jaune: I keep failing... I feel like I'm still falling...

Weiss: You haven't failed Jaune. You're too hard headed to fail.

Jaune: Pyrrha and Penny would say...

Weiss: Pyrrha took your choice away from you, and while I understand why Penny did what she did... I don't agree with her decision... again the choice was taken from you... you haven't failed, Jaune.

Jaune: Then what would you call it? If I hadn't been so weak...

Weiss: You're not weak, Jaune. Untrained yes, but never weak. As for what I would call what has been happening to you... is others taking away you chance to succeed.

Jaune: Don't humor me... I'm no hero...

Weiss said nothing as she reached up and despite Jaune's flinch placed her hands on either side of his face and gently guided him to look at her. Without saying a word, she rose on her tip toes while pulling softly to bring Jaune's head downward towards her.

Jaune gasped at the soft, loving touch of her lips upon his. As Weiss withdrew from the short kiss, she held him still, her ice blue eyes looking directly into his deep blues.

Weiss: I never said you were a hero, Jaune. You so much more than a storybook hero.

Jaune: I'm nothing...

Weiss: No, right now you are a warrior... who will be a hero. You are not, will you ever be nothing... especially to me.

Jaune: I...

Weiss: I need you at my side Jaune. I WANT you at my side.

Jaune: I...

Weiss: Let the past live in the past. Look to a future with me? Please?

Jaune: But... Pyrrha... Penny...

Weiss: Remember them, cherish them, think of not of those last moments, or that pain. Think on who they were and what they meant to you.

Weiss released his hold on Jaune, and stood demurely before him. Her hands clasped together before her. her eyes never straying from his.

Weiss: We are all here for you Jaune. I am here for you, and I hope you can be there for me... but I can wait if I must. But I need you to promise me, on your name.

Jaune: A promise?

Weiss: Swear to me... promise me... you'll keep moving forward. That you won't ever stopping giving it your all... for you and us.

Jaune: I... promise.

Weiss: Thank you.

Jaune: Weiss?

Weiss: Yes, Jaune?

Jaune: Can you stay here with me... for a little longer? I'm not ready...

Weiss: I can.

Jaune gave Weiss a weak smile and reached out with one of his hands. Weiss didn't even hesitate to take it. To allow his strong fingers to enclose about hers. Jaune looked up into the night sky as he gently pulled Weiss closer, eventually enveloping her in a strong but needy embrace.

Jaune: Do you think... that they... are proud of me?

Weiss: Yes Jaune. They are... we all are.

Jaune: Thank you...

Jaune felt Weiss' slim arms wrap around his waist, as she pressed her head into his broad chest. Just being embraced so softly, so warmly eased his burdened mind... allowing more pleasant memories to push back the regrets he had been holding onto for so long.

Weiss: Your Welcome Jaune, and thank you.

Jaune: What for?

Weiss: Being you.

Jaune looked down at Weiss' shining eyes, a smile smile curled his lips, and unbidden he leaned down and returned Weiss' earlier kiss. When he broke the embrace, Weiss returned his smile.

Weiss: What was that for?

Jaune: It was my promise to you. For the future to come.

Weiss eyes grew moist and she snuggled into Jaune.

Weiss: To the future.

/=====/ A/N - I know not a really joyful "Happy New Year" post. No this one is more to the future in general. To the future and all that it holds.

[syndrossi]

Bit of a non-resonant question for once:

What program do you use to write with? Any particular fonts or techniques that help get you in the writing zone? Do you edit as you write or write and then edit after you have a skeleton/base finished?

Ah, love me some writing questions!

Writing program

For my very early fandom life, I liked to use Wordpad (rather than proper Word) because it was very simple but still allowed basic formatting and didn't have Word's annoying "suggestions" that I always ignore.

Then I bought Scrivener, which appealed to me because it let you organize your writing into "folders" almost, while allowing you to still easily switch between separate bits of writing and view the work as a whole. I loved it because I'm always playing with concept work or alternate POVs, and it let me organize all the related bits around the main work. I still use Scrivener to organize my D&D games that I DM!

These days, I tend to use Google Docs for easy syncing. I like being able to write and read my work everywhere. I mostly write at my desk, but will reread and edit occasionally on my phone (at home or elsewhere) or on my laptop when I'm lounging in bed. One thing I used to do, in summer of all things, was take a nice long soak in the bath and reread Resonant before starting work on a new chapter. It's too long these days to do that, alas!

I don't love Google Docs itself, because I really do miss the organization Scrivener gave me. (Scrivener would be amazing for the Halloween prompts, honestly!) And the single doc that holds all of Resonant is starting to choke a bit on its size. But the convenience keeps it as my writing tool of choice for now.

There was one other piece of Scrivener-esque paid writing software I looked at a while back that sync'd its content in the cloud, but I remember not being super blown away by it and I've forgotten the name.

Getting into the zone

This is usually a matter of rereading the current chapter or the previous chapter to get my head in the right place, both in terms of tone and flow. Sometimes, if I'm feeling very fancy, I'll light a scented candle. But I'm a pretty basic person. It's usually just me deciding "okay, enough screwing around, let's do some writing" and then I write. (In the past, when I was strict about reaching 1K/day and was struggling with a particular section, I would give myself the "treat" every 100 words of a short break.)

I had a period where I only felt "in the zone" when the sun was still out, which makes things hard when you work a 9-5 job and have to take care of dinner/the dog after. Fortunately, that phase is over and I'm back to writing whenever. That phase was odd because I am more typically a "can't really get in the proper zone until midnight" person. I would say that most of Resonant was written between the hours of 10PM and 4AM.

The hardest things for me to write are new characters and new POVs, as those usually involve me refreshing myself on the body of work for that particular character (rewatching them in the show, and rereading their bits in F&B). Not applicable to OCs, usually, unless they're Essos-related characters, because those involve a lot of interpolating of the few scraps GRRM has shared of the Free Cities.

Editing process

I'm pretty much the opposite of a skeleton writer. 😅 I'll constantly edit myself as I write. There's a certain minimum level of "acceptable" I have to maintain to move onto the next paragraph, with the sole exception being the heavy writing months with my word count minimum where I just wanted to be done for the night. That said, I do on occasion make use of [finish this scene] or [name this later] or [figure out how this works] injections.

And since I reread the current chapter when getting into the writing zone, that usually means doing light editing as I go if an easy fix to something I wasn't happy with occurs to me.

Sometimes, a particular stretch of scenes or chapters doesn't "feel" right, and I have to rewrite, remove, or add entire scenes. That's usually done at the start of a writing session and sometimes takes up the entire time.

The day before posting is the "final edits" day. It's where I fill in any brackets I left behind, and edit the most stubborn bits I wasn't happy with, until everything is close to 100% satisfaction. I definitely do the most editing of a chapter in this span, and often this adds 500ish words to a given chapter. I've had chapters where I was already pretty much completely happy (ch13 comes to mind) and I just had to do a basic grammar/flow check. Those are nice, they take no more than an hour. Others, I'm burning the midnight oil to fill in the blanks and figure out how the heck to fix a particular sentence or phrase of dialogue that's been vexing me.

[marzipanandminutiae]

who is Mike Flanagan

A director who has twice done "adaptations" of Gothic fiction that have totally different plots from the source material, and often revolve around totally different themes as well, but use the titles and character names for clout

The first was The Haunting of Hill House, an alleged adaptation of the 1959 Gothic novel by Shirley Jackson, which is not remotely the same story with any recognizable characters- but which uses the names and the title. Idon't get why he did this, because unlike the second adaptation, he actually had to pay for the rights to everything since it's not in the public domain yet...and everyone I know of who likes the book is annoyed that it's not a real adaptation. Most people who enjoy the show either haven't read the book or don't even know it exists. So the name recognition was entirely pointless.

More recently, he's put out a Poe-inspired mashup series, which would be great- except he's calling it The Fall Of The House of Usher. When the plot is a Succession/Dynasty thing about a family that's still successful, not twin siblings who are the last of a fallen line living alone in a crumbling house. So, you know...NOT The Fall of the House of Usher. Not even an expanded version of The Fall of the House of Usher.

(His Turn Of The Screw-inspired series is not actually CALLED The Turn of the Screw, so I'm less mad about that.)

"Marzi, why does this upset you? Who cares?"

One word: tags.

It is now impossible to go into the Haunting of Hill House tag for book content, because the tags for both that and all of the character names are overrun with Flanagan nonsense. And that's deeply annoying.

This guy also did Midnight Mass, so he's capable of calling his original work by original titles and being successful! And yet! He still makes these stupid "adaptations" of Gothic lit that he clearly doesn't want to actually adapt!

[modernidolater]

Neewollah

Trickster Halloween (Aug. 31st)

Long story short, I'm celebrating a variant of Halloween on the 31st of every month that has a 31st.

See here for a Wheel of Halloweens Explainer regarding what the fuck this is about.

Neewollah Inspiration

Right, so off the bat, I do not care for Lammas or Lughnasadh. No hate, but no resonance.

There is, however, a Roman festival in August called Portunalia that honors Portunus, a two-faced counterpart of Janus, both gods of doors and portals, both symbolized by keys. Portunalia is celebrated by throwing keys in a fire while being very sad and upset.

Simultaneously, I have always been fascinated by Lying Contests and ritual obfuscation, and Portunas is literally two-faced (yes, i'm applying modernity to classicity, it's a choice), and we got ourselves a theme.

Neewollah Rituals, Rites, & Traditions

The Two Faced Mask

For Neewollah, and possibly workings of similar nature going forward, I'm going to want to create a mask that gives me two faces. Ideally, I would like this to be a permanent tool/icon/idol in its own right, but for now I'll be making temps.

The plan for the moment is the classic comedy/tragedy dichotomy, but when I create the permanent idol, I'll probably dive deeper into warring duality.

The purpose of the Duality Mask is to take on a trickster guise, saying one thing to manifest the opposite on the principle of, "anything that can go wrong, will." Essentially, I'm going to feint in one direction, then run like hell for the thing I actually desire.

The Seven Trickster Keys

To manifest my desires, I'm going to create Seven Trickster Keys. One for each of the seven major senses: sight, sound, taste, touch, smell, movement, and self.

The Keys are meant to be destroyed, and will be made specifically from paper. In the future, I may go for really ornate ones, but simplicity is also fine.

However they're made, I'm going to write on one side of each key a good thing for that sense I want to call, and on the opposite a bad thing to banish.

Burning The Keys

My goal is to hit a liminal time, sundown or midnight. I will, one at a time in the above listed order, burn the keys. As I burn them, I will loudly talk about what a shame it is to lose the thing I want to banish. Just, making a big deal of it going away. Big show. Lay it on with a trowel.

No mention of the good stuff yet.

Once they're all burned, I'm going to begin talking about the things I do want, but in the same terms.

"Gee, how am I going to handle all this financial success, however will I cope with finding true love, how even can I stand having stability, gosh that new car is gonna be really a big responsibility," and so on.

As I do, I'm going to take a bit of the ash and tap it on the forehead of the mask to capture the knowledge of how to gain what I desire, the backs of my hands to grasp it, and the tops of my feet to set me walking the path to my goals.

Once I have very thoroughly assured the universe that the best way to screw with me is to give me those good things and steal away the bad things, I'll gather the ash for future use in ritual, unmask, and either dispose of the temp, or when I have a permanent duality mask, return it to its place.

The Backhand Bowl

Wouldn't be a Halloween without candy, but Neewollah is not about just having things. I've checked and I'm definitely on my own for the Keys unless my twin joins in (obfuscation rituals being uncomfy for my partner), so the Backhand Bowl may also be me on my own unless one or both choose to partake in this part.

Either way, the idea is that to take a candy, you must ask to take a candy and be told no...while the person telling you no gives you the candy. This is actually a joke in my circle, of dramatically refusing a request while performing it, so I'm not fussed about this one.

But assuming solo practice, in my case I will likely just announce that I don't want a piece of candy while I eat that tasty lie candy.

Food, Drink, & Celebrating

Neewollah is largely about the Trickster Keys, so there's nothing I have planned for ritual feasts or drink at this time. First year, first time, so I may develop traditional Neewollah foods later.

I do have the idea that, if I find myself in a place to celebrate with others, I'll probs see about games like Two Truths & A Lie, Never Have I Ever, or a Lying Contest.

Obviously, though, I may still have like, pizza and a couple drinks, it's a Halloween, after all.

Anyway, that's Neewollah, the Trickster Halloween!

Wish me luck, play along if you choose, and if you take this on, let me know!

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ SORROW-SCOPES FROM TWITTER (PART TWO) always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

"Is this the best you can do? Seriously?"

"You will undergo a series of tests today, and you will fail all of them by simply showing up."

"Start a new chapter in your life, but pick a less boring central character."

"The void is tired of your constant screaming, and is requesting you take your complaints elsewhere, like Olive Garden for example."

"You don't need to reinvent yourself. There's only one you and you're chained to it like a lead ball pulling you down to the bottom of the sea."

"This is a lucky day to spend time in nature. Stray from the footpath. Enter the forest eaves. Follow the flickering light, the one that almost sounds like a child's laugh. Go on, do it."

"You may feel overwhelmed by the maddening screams of evil spirits, but your ability to get along with others will get you through to the next circle of hell."

"You only get one chance at life and what a terrible mess you're making of it."

"All the sexy selfies in the world won't fill the emptiness inside you."

"In every potato patch, there's at least one that's malformed. That's you. You're the malformed potato."

"Good things are coming your way. They won't stop until you're dead."

"Your therapist will once again cure another patient by using you as an example of what not to do."

"Every new day is a gift. Returns are not accepted without a receipt."

"You may be an army of one, but no one said you were well-trained or properly equipped."

"Someone's going to start mailing you hair. Check back next week to find out who."

"Clear your mind, take a deep breath. This is going to hurt a lot."

"The ghosts of your past are no match for the killer robots of your future."

"Your positive outlook will make you feel foolish when things inevitably turn to shit."

"It would be a great day for people to listen to you. After midnight they won't be able to, as that's when your voice will be repossessed by the sea witch."

"They key to living a happy life is to avoid being dragged screaming into a subterranean lair."

"You'll find a severed foot this week. Thankfully, in your Applebees entree so you'll score a free meal."

"Focusing on small, manageable goals is a great way to avoid the grim specter of your own looming mortality."

"Today's a good day to exorcise your demons. Wipe the slate clean and make a whole new bunch of terrible life choices."

"If you can't help yourself, nobody else can, so you're basically screwed."

"The exact minute of your birth tells us so much about you. None of it is good."

"Someone will hack into your dating profile, but won't touch a thing because they think you've already been hacked. You haven't."

"Take heart in knowing that what befalls you next week will eventually lead to what Buzzfeed calls 'American's next true crime obsession'."

"Air travel is in your immediate future. Stay away from open windows this week."

"Given the choice between being rescued from drowning and fighting the ocean itself, you'll punch the sea every time and we respect the hell out of that."

"You'll play a key part in the invention of interdimensional space travel after NASA announces it's the most permanent way to get rid of you."

"Due to focus grouping, your part will now be played by a more attractive and intelligent player."

"You will bear witness to the majestic beauty of nature this week but all you really care about is your phone."

"The darkness that has haunted your past gives way to a new light. Which will make it easier for your enemies to find you."

"You've been feeling restless lately, and it's because your skeleton hates you and wants out."

"You pissed off the moon. You're on your own."

"They say the blood of your enemies is a powerful elixir but let's face it, you just like the taste."

[cloud-makers-make-pollution]

we're moots lol

okay this is gonna be a lot cuz he's like the main character or whatever

he was born uhh somewhere and he had a sister with a kid but their parents died so he and his sister had to take care of the kid. jean was a tree pruner but it wasn't enough so blud was like "screw it" and tried to steal some bread but was (of course caught and sentenced to 5 years for violent robbery but he was like "hell nah" and tried to escape like three times so he ended up with 19 years total and now the police (cough cough javert) hate him

so anywhizzle he does his 19 years and javerts like "ugh ig we have to let you go on parole or whatever" so jean valjean is like "yippee" and he's like wandering around tryna find a place to stay but ppl are like "nah ur a convict im not fuckin w dat" so now he doesn't have a place to stay but some dudes like "go ask the bishop he's really kind (WHICH THERE IS AN ENTIRE FUCKING SECTION ABOUT IN THE BEGINNING OF THE BOOK)" so jean 👖 goes to talk to the bishop and the bishops like "yeah come stay with us" but the two nuns in there are like "ew he's a convict he's gonna rob us" but the bishop dgaf so 👖 stays the night but he wakes up at midnight-ish and is like paralyzed with the decision of whether or not to rob the bishop cuz bro's got a lotta silver so...

spoiler alert

he robs him

so 👖 is like running around at 3 in the frickin morning and the police catch him and take him to the bishop like "sir this dude just robbed u" and the bishops like "yeah ik also here take the candlesticks and become a better person" so the police let him go and 👖 is like "omg he just like gave me all this free silver and he also said that i need to become a good guy" so 👖 breaks parole (omg lawbreaker 😨) and goes back to his hometown (which is also where fantine lives lol haha coinkydink hahaha) and he sells all the silver (except the candlesticks those are like a reminder of the scene with the bishop) and gets an alias which was like "pere madeleine" or smth idk and we don't see much of him cuz victor chooses to tell us about fantine

when we come back tho, "pere madeleine" has become "monsieur le maire" and he's the mayor of the town and owner of the factory where fantine works. as the mayor he's like a really good guy and he brings the town prosperity!! yippee!! and all the ppl love him but they're kinda sus of him like "who's this dude and why's he so nice" cuz they're a little paranoid ig but anywhizzle he's walking around or smth and he sees fantine being assaulted and stuff and javert taking her in and he's like "hell nah not on my watch" so he heroically bursts in and is like "she did nothing wrong let her go" and he and javert go thru their old man yaoi but fantine is eventually released. javert is NOT happy bout it tho

one day, javert comes into the mayor's office and he's like "bro i messed up i thought u were a former prisoner who broke parole lmaooo anyways we caught the guy and his name is jean valjean (DRAMATIC GASP) and we're holding his court soon anyways have a nice day lolol" but the mayor (COUGH COUGH JEAN VALJEAN) is having this identity crisis about whether or not to go fess up and free the guy but he ends up doing it and there's a buncha detailed chapters about his trek to the town where the court is being held but we don't care abt that

so he shows up and everyone's like "oh that's the mayor or smth ig" they drc and he sits in on this random guy's court session and there's a buncha evidence about how this guys is actually jean valjean but the ACTUAL jean valjean is like "NUH UH BITCH ITS ME" and everyone's like "GASP!??!!??!" and so javert is pissed and tries to get him arrested but 👖 escapes cuz he's gotta get fantines child to her and that's about where i am in the book lol

i hope you enjoyed my rambling about jean valjean and sorry for the long read lol

– ⚜️

this may be even more beautiful that the fantine one

“anywhizzle”

new word alert motherfuckers this is awesome

I feel like maybe you should rewrite the brick once you’ve finished it just your version and see how well it does because damn this shit it great

also

… @k-is-for-potassium ?

is this you??

[myfanwymusings]

TAYLOR SWIFT - MIDNIGHTS (COMPLETE COLLECTION)

These lyrics come from Taylor Swift’s 2022 album, Midnights. It is her tenth studio album, and the fifth that she has owned fully. Lyrics may be modified to better fit roleplay situation, please feel free to adjust to your needs. Additionally, two solo tracks that were released in this era. This meme includes all standard tracks, Three A.M. tracks, The Late Night Edition vault track, the Til' Dawn Remixes, and any lyric changes in remixes. "Snow on the Beach (Feat. More Lana Del Rey)" was excluded due to no new lyrics.

LAVENDER HAZE

Meet me at midnight

You don't ever say too much

You don't really read into my melancholia

I find it dizzying

They're bringing up my history

All that shit is new to me

I feel that lavender haze creeping up on me

I'm damned if i do give a damn what people say

No deal

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride

The only kind of girl they see is a "one night" or a bride

You weren't even listening

Talk your talk

I just want this love spiral

Get it off my chest

Get it off my desk

MAROON

We lost track of time again

You were my closest friend

How'd we end up on the floor anyway?

Your roommates cheap-ass screw-top rose, that's how.

I see you every day now

I chose you

You were the one i was dancing with in New York

It was maroon

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

How the hell did we lose sight?

Ain't that the way shit always ends?

I feel you no matter what

I lost you

I wake with your memory

I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy

ANTI-HERO

I have this thing where i get older but just never wiser

Midnights have become my afternoons

My depression works the graveyard shift

I should not be left to my own devices

I wake up screaming from dreaming

wake up screaming from dreaming one day, I'll watch as your leaving

I wake up screaming from dreaming one day. I'll watch as you're leaving cause you got tired of my scheming

You got tired of my scheming

It's me, hi

I'm the problem, it's me

It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero

Sometimes, I feel like everybody is a sexy baby

Did you hear my covert narcissism might disguise as altruism?

Did you hear my covert narcissism might disguise as altruism, like some kind of congressman?

Life would lose all it's meaning for the last time

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money she thinks I've left them in the will

She's laughing up at us from hell

SNOW ON THE BEACH (FEAT. LANA DEL REY)

One night, a few moons ago, I saw flecks of what could've been lights but it might just have been you passing by unbeknownst to me

Life is emotionally abusive

Time can't stop me quite like you did

My flight was awful

Thanks for asking

My flight was awful, thanks for asking

I'm unglued, thanks to you

It's like snow on the beach - weird, but fucking beautiful

You wanting me tonight feels impossible

It's coming down

It's all around

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen

I searched "aurora borealis green"

I've never seen someone lit from within

Your smile feels like I've won a contest

To hide that would be so dishonest

It's fine to fake it til you make it

I can't speak, afraid to jinx it

I don't dare to even wish it

Can this be the real thing, can it?

YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID

Summer went away, still, the yearning stays

It's okay, we're the best of friends

I hear it in your voice, you're smoking with your boys

I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out

There's just one who could make me stay here for all my days

I waited ages to see you there

I search the party of better bodies, just to learn that you never cared

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

You're on your own, kid. You always have been

I see the great escape

I picked the petals, he loves me not

I'll run away

I called a taxi to take me there

I search the party of better bodies, just to learn that my dreams aren't rare

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

I hosted parties and starved my body like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny,

I took the money

My friends from home don't know what to say

I saw something they can't take away

Everything you lose is a step you take

So, make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it

You've got no reason to be afraid

You're on your own, kid. Yeah, you can face this

MIDNIGHT RAIN

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

He stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight rain

My town was a wasteland, full of cages and full of fences but for some it was paradise

For some, it was paradise

My boy was a montage in slow-motion, of love potions and jumping off things into the ocean

I broke his heart cause he was nice

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

He was sunshine

I was midnight rain

He wanted comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name, chasing the fame

It was the life I gave away

I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted

He never thinks of me, except for when I'm on TV

He never thinks of me

I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted

I never think of him

I never think of him except on Midnights like this

QUESTION ...?

I remember

We had one thing going on and I swear that it was something

I don't remember who I was before you painted all my nights a colour I have searched for since

It's one thing after another

I have to say, by the way, that I just may like some explanations

Can I ask you a question?

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?

Then what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?

Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight?

When she said it was too much, did you wish you could still touch her?

It's just a question?

Did you realize out of time?

You're not sure and I don't know

I just may like to have a conversation

Does it feel like everything is just like second best after that meteor strike?

What's that, that I heard? That your still with her?

That's nice, I'm sure that's what suitable and right

BEJEWELED

Baby love, I think I've been a little too kind

I think I've been a little too kind

I didn't notice you walking all over my peace of mind in the shoes I gave you as a present

Putting someone first only works when you're in their top five

By the way, I'm going out tonight

You best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer

Do you have a man?

I don't remember

Familiarity breeds contempt

Don't put mе in the basement, whеn I want the penthouse of your heart

I polish up real nice

Baby boy, I think I've been too good of a girl

I did all the extra credit, then got graded on a curve

I think it's time to teach some lessons

I made you my world, but have you heard that I can reclaim the land

I miss you but I miss sparkling

I miss you

I miss sparkling

Sadness became my whole sky

Some guy said my aura's moonstone, just 'cause he was high

You can try to change my mind but you might have to wait in line

What's a girl gonna do?

A diamond's gotta shine

VIGILANTE SHIT

Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie

They say that looks can kill and I might try

I don't dress for women

I don't dress for men

Lately, I've been dressing for revenge

I don't start shit but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

On the weekends, I don't dress for friends

She needed cold, hard proof, so I gave her some

She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

She looks so pretty driving in your Benz

Lately, she's been dressing for revenge

She don't start shit, but she can tell you how it ends

So on the weekends, she don't dress for friends

Ladies always rise above

Ladies know that people want someone sweet and kind and fun

The lady simply had enough

While he was doing lines, and crossing all of mine, someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI

Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI

I don't dress for villains or for innocents

I'm on my vigilante shit again

LABYRINTH

It only hurts this much right now

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be getting over you my whole life

You know how scared I am of elevators, never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

Uh-oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around?

It only feels this raw right now

I'm lost in the labyrinth of my mind

You would break your back to make me break a smile

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back.

Just like that

KARMA

You're talking shit for the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down cause if you dare, you'll see the glare of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

I keep my side of the street clean, you wouldn't know what I mean

Karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Karma is a cat purring in my lap, cause it loves me

Me and karma vibe like that

My pennies made your crown

Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

It's coming back around

Ask me what I've learned from all those years

Ask me what I've earned from all those tears

Ask me why so many fade but I'm still here

Karma is the thunder rattling the ground

Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter

Karma's gonna track you down, step by step from town to town

Karma is queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit

Karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me

SWEET NOTHING

I spy with my little tired eye, as tiny as a firefly, a pebble that we picked up last July down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Do they ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

They say the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I come home running to your sweet nothings

All that you've ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

On the way home, I wrote a poem

What a mind!

This happens all the time

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors and smooth talking hucksters are glad handing each other

All the voices all implore that I should be doing more

I'm just too soft for all of it

MASTERMIND

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned so that you and I would end up in the same room at the same time

The touch of your hand lit the fuse for a chain reaction of counter moves to assess the equation of you

Checkmate, I couldn't lose

What if I told you none of it was accidental?

The first time that you saw me, I knew that nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork

Just like clockwork, the domino's cascaded in a line

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

Now you're mine

It was all by design

I'm a mastermind

All the wisest women had to do it this way

All the wisest women had to do it this way cause we were born to be the pawn in every lovers game

We were born to be the pawn in every lovers game

If you fail to plan then you plan to fail

I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails and the liquor in our cocktails

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so I've been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid

I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

This is the first time that I feel the need to confess

I swear that I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian cause I care

I told you none of it was accidental

The first time that you saw me I knew i wanted your body

You knew the entire time!?

You knew that I'm a mastermind

I'm a mastermind and now you're mine

THE GREAT WAR

My knuckles were bruised like violets from sucker punching walls,

I cursed you as I sleep-talked

I was spineless in my tomb of silence

I tore the banners down, and took the battle underground

Maybe it was the egos swinging

Maybe it was her

The flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

All that bloodshed in crimson clover

The sweet dream was over

My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War

We'll always remember

I vow not to cry anymore if we survived the Great War

You drew up some good faith treaties

I drew curtains closed and drank my poison all alone

You said I have to trust more freely

Diesel is desire, you were playing with fire

Maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from the crypt, telling me to punish you for things you never did

I justified it

The bombs were closer

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

I'll always remember the burning embers

I vowed not to fight anymore if we survived the Great War

It turned into something bigger

Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

But you looked up at me with honor and truth

I called off the troops

That was the night I nearly lost you

I really thought I'd lost you

We can plant a memory garden

Say a solemn prayer

I'll place a poppy in my hair

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

We will never go back

BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE SKY

No words appear before me in the aftermath

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

It's all over now, all out to sea

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been, what should've been you

Did some force take you because I didn't pray?

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes

It's all over, it's not meant to be

I'll say words I don't believe

PARIS

Your ex-friend's sister met someone at a club and he kissed her. Turns out, it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago. Some wannabe Z-lister. And all the outfits were terrible. 2003 unbearable. Did you see the photos?

Your ex-friend's sister, met someone at a club and he kissed her.

It was that guy you hooked up with ages ago

All the outfits were terrible

Did you see the photos?

No, I didn't, but thanks, though

I'm so in love that I might stop breathing

No, I didn't see the news

We were somewhere else

I was taken by the view

We were in Paris

The privacy sign's on the door

Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours

Sit quiet by my side in the shade.

I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever

I wanna transport you to somewhere the culture's clever

I want to confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters

HIGH INFIDELITY

You said I was freeloading

I didn't know you were keeping count

Put on your records and regret me

I bent the truth too far tonight and I was dancing around it

Put on your headphones and burn my city

Your picket fence is sharp as knives

Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th?

Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

Storm coming, good husband

I dragged my feet right down the aisle

I'd pay if you'd just know me

It seemed like the right thing at the time

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

It's never enough

GLITCH

We were supposed to be just friends

You don't live in my part of town, but maybe I'll see you out some weekend depending on what kind of mood and situationship I'm in and what's in my system

You don't live in my part of town

Maybe I'll see you out some weekend depending on what kind of mood and situationship

What's in my system?

I think there's been a glitch.

I'm not even sorry

It must be counterfeit

I was supposed to sweat you out

In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground

It's been two-thousand one-hundred ninety days of our love blackout

Our love is blacking out

The system's breaking down

I'll go back to wanting dudes who give nothing

I thought we had no chance

That's romance.

Let's dance

WOULD'VE COULD'VE SHOULD'VE

If you would've blinked, then I would've looked away at the first glance

If you tasted poison, you could've spit me out at the first chance

And if I was some paint, did it splatter on a promising grown man?

If I was a child, did it matter, if you got to wash your hands?

All I used to do was pray: would've, could've, should've

If you'd never looked my way, I would've stayed on my knees

I damn sure never would've danced with the devil a5 nineteen

The God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven

Now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts

Memories feel like weapons

Now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

If you never touched me, I would've gone along with the righteous

If I never blushed, then they could've never whispered about this

If you never saved me from boredom I could've gone on as I was

Lord, you made me feel important until you tried to erase us

You're a crisis of my faith

If I'd only played it safe

I would've stayed on my knees and I damn sure never would've danced with the devil at nineteen

God rest my soul

I miss who I used to be

The tomb won't close

I regret you all the time

I can't let this go

I fight with you in my sleep

The wound won't close

I keep on waiting for a sign

I regret you all the time

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?

Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts

Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

DEAR READER

If it feels like a trap, you're already in one

Get out your map. Pick somewhere and just run

Burn all the files

Desert all your past lives. If you don't recognize yourself that means you did it right

Never take advice from someone who's falling apart

You should find another

Bend when you can, snap when you have to

You don't have to answer just cause they asked you

The greatest of luxuries is your secrets

When you aim at the devil make sure you don't miss

I wander through these nights

I prefer hiding in plain sight

These are desperate prayers of a cursed man, spilling out to you for free

Darling, darling, please

You wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking

I'm walking to a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there

I pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care

No one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire

You should find another guiding light, but I shine so bright

HITS DIFFERENT

I washed my hands of us at the club

You made a mess of me

I pictured you with other girls in love, then threw up on the street

They say that if it's right, you know

Each bar plays our song and nothing has ever felt so wrong

Oh my, love is a lie

It hits different

It hits different this time

Moving on was always easy for me to do

It hits different 'cause it's you

I used to switch out these Kens and just ghost

Just rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw

Freedom felt like summer then on the coast but now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

I never don't cry at the bar

My sadness is contagious

I slurred your name 'til someone puts me in a car

I stopped receiving invitations

I found the artifacts

I cried over a hat

Curse the space that I needed

I'll trace the evidence to make it make some sense

Why's the wound is still bleeding?

You were the one that I loved

You don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough

This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy

In the good in the world, you once believed in me

I felt you and I held you for a while

I could still melt your world

I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway

Is that your key in the door?

Is it okay?

Is it you?

Have they come to take me away?

KARMA (FEAT. ICE SPICE)

Karma is that girl

Karma is your chеck about to bounce

Karma is a fire in your house

She's about to pop up unannounced

She is never leaving you alone

Now your switching up your behavior

It's okay, baby, you ain't gotta worry

Karma never gets lazy

Keep your head up

I won't let up

Karma is a beauty winning that pageant

YOU'RE LOSING ME

I don't understand

I know you don't

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

I remember looking at this room, and loving it cause of the light

I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix that's always rising from the ashes and mending all my gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow

Stop, you're losing me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore for you

You're losing me

Every morning, I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?

I sent you signals

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

The air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

You know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone

How long could we be a sad song?

We were too far gone to bring back to life

I gave you all my best me's and my endless empathy

All I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier fighting in only your army

Don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party

I wouldn't marry me either

I'm a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her

I'm fading

Do something, babe, say something

Lose something, babe, risk something

"Choose something, babe,

I got nothing to believe, unless you're choosing me

My heart won't start anymore

ANTI-HERO (FEAT. BLEACHERS)

Sometimes, I feel like everybody is an art bro lately

I just judge them on the hill

Maybe I'm the problem, it's me

____, you'll be fine