#this movie is so weird yet visibly pleasing

[little-annie]

They have to tell them. They have to tell Dustin. They have to tell Robin. They have to tell the kids.

Over the last week, while lying in bed curled into each other, while eating breakfast pressed as close as they could manage, while snuggled up for yet another movie night, they talked about it, discussed how they'd break the news to everyone.

They knew Robin would be easy, accepting, because, well, the whole lesbian platonic soul mate of it all.

They had a hunch Will would feel some sense of relief, belonging, acceptance in himself and they hoped the young Wheeler would experience the same.

They knew it'd be okay, but there was always that itching nerve of anxiety saying, 'What if?' 'What if it's not okay.' 'What if it's really not okay and they'll never see any of their little nuggets again because they're too disgusted to even look them in the eye?'

But they had to tell them. No two ways about it. They had to tell them or someone was going to find out on their own and shit would hit the fan.

But firstly, they have to tell Dustin.

So here they sit in the Harrington house, Steve and Eddie side by side on the couch mere inches apart as Dustin sits on the coffee table in front of them, waiting and impatient.

"So? What was it you two were wanting to tell me?"

The two eldest boys turn to look at each other.

Steve, nerves evident on his face, brow furrowed, cheeks tinting red, bottom lip worried between his teeth, he sighs, shakey, scared and too fucking nervous.

And without even thinking, without even caring that Dustin's literally a foot in front of them, Eddie reaches out. Because he has to, because his boy is scared and it's crushing him to not be holding him right now. His ringed hand moves to Steve's thigh, giving a gentle squeeze before shifting his grip to take Steve's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together.

Steve tenses for a moment, eyes flashing to Dustin before he looks to Eddie and visibly relaxes, shifting closer, thigh now pressed to Eddie's, slouching with relief.

Dustin's eyes are wide, darting between the two men and their clasped hands. They can see the nerves creeping into his expression and suddenly this feels so much harder but before they can manage words, Dustin speaks, "Oh my god, is someone dying? Are one of you dying? Steve, do you have butt cancer? Oh my god. Oh my god, you're dying."

The kid shakes his head, hand moving to remove his hat and tug at his curls, " We can't do this shit without you. We'd be a wreck. You're like the best thing that's happened to us. You're like the Party's weird mom. You're getting treatment right? Is it going okay? Is Eddie driving you? Eddie, are you driving him? Are you taking care of him? Please say you're taking care of him."

The two men look between each, their clasped hands, Dustin and his expression that's nearing tears. They're speechless. They try to speak only to be interrupted. "I'm moving in, I'll help, I'll cook, I'll clean. Well, Eddie can cook and clean and I'll keep you company. Be the comedic relief. We can plan your funeral together. Do you want to be cremated? Or a rotting corpse in the ground for all the rodents to eat? Do you-"

"Dustin," Eddie carefully speaks

"Do you want me to-"

"Dustin," Steve repeats his boyfriend's words

"Shut up I'm talki-"

"We're dating!" Steve and Eddie both say with a shout, lifting their joined hands shaking them in Dustin's face

The kid cocks his head to the side, brow raised in question, "So Steve's not dying?"

"No"

"And you're together?"

"Yes?" Steve says like he's not entirely sure. Which is dumb. Because he is. But he's still nervous of how Dustin is going to handle this type of news. It's not 'Butt Cancer' (Jesus Christ this kid,) nothing even close, but it's still news. Unexpected and scary to reveal.

"Are you asking me?"

"Would it be okay if we were?" Eddie, somehow the calm voice of reason in this situation

Dustin almost seems offended at the moment, a weird look of shock appearing on his face only just now, "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Um, because that's gay?" Steve says, watching Dustin grimace at the remark

"And?"

"You're fine with that?"

"Well, Steve, does Eddie treat you well?"

Steve nods, kinda baffled by the whiplash of this whole conversation

"And Eddie, does Steve treat you well?"

"Yeah,"

"Well then, it's fine." Dustin slaps his hands to his thighs standing up from his position on the coffee table, a teasing smirk on his face, "Congratulations I guess. Just don't get Steve pregnant."

Eddie cackles while Steve sputters "That can't ev-"

Totally ignoring the pair still seated on the couch, Dustin is already making his way to the front door with Steve's keys in hand, "Now, how about the arcade?"

[rorja]

today it seems i can’t stop thinking about neurologist!suguru… i came up with the idea for fun while i was watching a show and now it is haunting me with silly scenarios and stuff.

so please sit here a minute while i try to explain the vision i had this afternoon…! —🐣

neurologist!geto who quickly becomes the talk among the nurses of the university hospital he started working at last month. sure, he’s an excellent doctor and a great person and of course so polite and kind with his patients. but no, that’s not the only reason why he began to attract people’s curios stares.

neurologist!geto that is on duty the very next day after a troublesome night shift. visiting each patient of his ward dutifully while being accompanied by a nurse— who, coincidentally enough, is the one that seems to notice that odd little detail first.

neurologist!geto who becomes the center of the rumors that same afternoon. he’s a thirty years old beautiful man, and yet he seems to not have a ring on his finger! that’s shocking, a huge news! who would’ve thought that an amazing man like him was yet to marry. it was also weird considering the many people that got a crush on him, too…

neurologist!geto who shocks every doctor and every nurse in that hospital once again when the “bring your kids to work” day eventually arrives. showing up to the reception area of the main building gently squeezing the hand of a small and shy brunette child on his left while holding close to his chest a more enthusiastic and energetic blonde kid, who points her tiny finger around the decorated entrance. it takes less than one hour to discover that doctor Geto Suguru is a dad of two twins named Mimiko and Nanako.

neurologist!geto who happily answers questions about his daughters and encourages them to greet his friends, Satoru and Shoko, in the main hallway of the hospital building next to a coffee machine and a snack one. visibly ignoring the widened eyes of all the nurses passing by. he doesn’t care if they are shocked, what is important for him is that he got to opportunity to change the routine for his daughters, hoping they’ll have a wonderful time while prioritizing their comfort.

neurologist!geto who calls your name loudly while sitting in the cafeteria once he spots you looking at the menu. and you immediately light up once you see the two little girls eating their lunch boxes and talking about how cool their dad is while working. for an instant you hear Mimiko say ‘i want to be a doctor like him when i grow up’ and you can feel your gaze instantly softening. looking at geto with a fond smile as he tells her that he’ll happily support her if she wants to study medicine, but that he’ll be proud no matter what she chooses in the future.

neurologist!geto who surprises everyone in the hospital the day after. a silver band sitting comfortably on his ring finger that the nurses swear wasn’t there before. and when questioned about it, his only answer is “oh my wedding ring? i lost it about a month ago. me and my daughters were playing on a boat we’ve rented for their summer break, when it accidentally slipped from my finger into the water. i had to wait a bit to get a new one, but it was worthy. i’ll pay more attention to it in the future” with a polite smile before resuming his paperwork.

neurologist!geto who every day after work finally is free to come home to you and the twins you’ve adopted a week after your wedding. enjoying a simple evening watching a movie on the couch or playing some card games on the carpet of the living room, before helping you tucking the twins to bed. laughing with you when he recalls the odd questions about his ring from your colleagues of the pediatric ward back at the hospital, while helping you preparing the bed to go to sleep too.

neurologist!geto who is tired from his work, and yet focuses all the remaining energy in pulling you to his chest gently. holding your half asleep figure just as tenderly, a hand easing the knots between your hair and the other hugging your waist to keep you close to him. leaving a kiss on the crown of your head before closing his eyes with a content sigh. both of you eventually falling asleep before the loud melody of the clock wakes you up for a new day of work.

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER (day 1)

pairing: witch!wanda maximoff x fem!reader - teasing

summary: being with wanda in haunted house was horrible, even with her holding your hand, maybe something else will help

warning: wanda being a tease, mommy kink, edging, scary haunted house:(

word count: 2.3k

an: starting the kinktober slowly hehe, happy kinktober everyone!

"Why did I agree to this again?" you sigh, your breath visible in the chilly evening, noticing the entrance of the haunted house. The structure looks more like an abandoned asylum than an attraction, its cracked windows and peeling paint giving off an weird vibe that makes your stomach turn.

Wanda squeezes your hand gently, her touch grounding you, but there's an unmistakable glint of excitement in her eyes. "Because," she says, her voice laced with amusement, "it’s fun!"

You shoot her a sideways glance, your heart racing more from the anticipation of what's inside than her teasing words. "You and I have very different ideas of what fun is…" you mutter under your breath, trying to steady yourself as a sudden wave of wind sends chills down your spine.

The sound of distant, muffled screams from inside the house doesn’t help.

"Darling," she stops you before you two enter the haunted house, "I´m here with you, okay? Nothing bad will happen to you, not on my watch." Wanda squeezes both of your hands.

"Why can’t we go back home? You know, watch some movies or just cuddle?" You look into her eyes, usually captivating, but in your current state, even the most angelic gaze can’t protect you from the fear building up inside you.

Wanda chuckles, "because we made a deal, remember? I let you cum, you will do whatever I want. So here we are, doing what I want." There it is, her smirk.

Did you promised her that? You can´t really remember.

"Fuck… mommy!"

"Not yet, my love." Wanda smiled.

"Please, please, please!" you begged, as if your life depended on it—or maybe it actually did. "I’ll do anything, I promise, anything!"

"Anything you say?" Like many times before, her hands pulled away from your aching body.

You might have looked pathetic, but there was nothing, that you needed more, than the release. But even if Wanda asked under different circumstances, you would also agree to do anything for her. You moved your hips, hoping that would make her pity you and just let you cum, but as always… it didn´t do anything at all.

"Words." She loved playing with you so much. You were her favorite magic prop.

"Yes, uh huh! Please!" Your mind was empty, there was no way you know what you signed up for.

"You did and then you came all over me," she says louder than expected.

"Wanda!" You look around hoping the people didn´t heard that, thafully they were as scared as you.

"What? Am I lying?" Wanda tilts her head with a soft innocent smile.

"No." You can feel your cheeks getting really red.

"Then ready to go?" Wanda asks softly, her lips brushing your forehead in a comforting kiss that momentarily quiets the butterflies in your stomach.

"No," you murmur, meeting her gaze with a pleading look. "Can I at least use you as a shield the whole time?"

Wanda tilts her head, her eyes narrowing slightly in amusement as a small smirk tugs at her lips. "A shield?" Her tone is playful, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in her gaze.

"Well, you’re a witch, aren’t you?" you shrug, doing your best to sound casual despite the anxiety bubbling inside you. "You can protect us both with your magic or something. You know, just in case things get… too real." You shoot her a hopeful look, trying to hide just how serious you actually are.

Wanda’s smirk deepens as she leans closer, her fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. "Hmm, so you want me to conjure up a spell just to save you from a few cheap scares?" She arches a brow, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

"Wanda…" you draw out her name, your voice betraying the nerves you’re trying to mask. "Pretty please? It’s not like you don’t have the power…"

Her laugh is soft and melodic, but there’s a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, I have the power alright." A faint shimmer of scarlet dances at her fingertips as she brings her hand up between you, the warmth of her magic brushing against your skin like static electricity. "What’s the point if I take all the fun out of it?"

You can’t help but roll your eyes. "Wanda, I’m not exactly a fan of things jumping out at me from the dark."

She chuckles softly, "I’ll keep you under my wing, don’t worry." There’s a glint in her eyes that makes you both comforted and a little suspicious. "Or maybe…" she adds, her voice dropping into a lower, more suggestive tone, "I’ll just keep your mind occupied the whole time."

You blink at her, caught off guard by the shift in her voice. "Occupied? How exactly—?" you start, but she’s already tugging you forward, her playful grin making it clear she’s not about to answer that question outright.

"You’ll see," Wanda hums, leading you toward the entrance of the haunted house. You hesitate for a moment, glancing up at the building, but with her hand still firmly in yours, it feels a little easier to take that first step.

"God help me," you mumble.

"I will, don´t worry." She winks at you.

You nod, though your stomach twists. She squeezes your hand once more, stepping into the darkness, and you follow closely, her teasing promise still lingering in your mind. You’re not quite sure what she meant by keeping your mind occupied, but you get the feeling you’ll find out soon enough.

The hallway you step into is narrow and dimly lit, the flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the peeling wallpaper. You keep close to Wanda, but with each creak of the floorboards, every distant scream, your heart beats a little faster.

Then, out of nowhere, a figure lurches from the darkness—a ghastly creature with glowing eyes and bloodstained rags. You let out a startled yelp, instinctively grabbing tighter at Wanda’s arm, your body practically jumping behind her for cover.

She laughs, low and teasing at first, but then she glances over her shoulder and catches the look on your face—wide eyes, trembling hands clutching her arm tightly. Her teasing smirk softens into something more understanding.

"Okay, I see now…" she murmurs, turning to face you more fully, her hand coming up to gently brush your hair behind your ear. "You're a little more scared than I thought."

Your breath is still shaky, your grip on her sleeve unrelenting. "I told you I don’t do well with this stuff," you mutter, your voice barely a whisper as the creature disappears back into the shadows, leaving only an eerie silence behind.

Wanda chuckles, but this time it’s softer, more reassuring. She pulls you closer, her arm slipping around your waist protectively. "Alright, under my wing you go," she says, her lips brushing against your temple. "I’ll take better care of you."

As you walk deeper into the haunted house, something shifts. With Wanda’s arm around your waist, the fear that had gripped you moments ago starts to drift away, replaced by a strange warmth that spreads through your body. It’s not just her protective presence—it’s something more. Her touch feels… different now, electric, as if a current of energy is flowing between the two of you.

The creaks and distant screams fade into the background as your mind starts to wander, your thoughts hazier than before. You can’t pinpoint when exactly it happens, but suddenly, images start to flash in your head—soft, fleeting images of Wanda’s lips on yours, her hands roaming over your skin. You blink, startled, trying to push the thoughts away, but they come back stronger. More vivid.

Your breath catches in your throat. This isn’t your imagination. This is Wanda. She’s doing this.

You glance up at her, eyes wide, and see her smirking, her fingers casually trailing along your arm as if nothing’s changed. But the heat in your body is undeniable now, a steady hum of desire building inside you. "Wanda…" you manage to whisper, though you’re not even sure what you’re asking.

"Shhh," she coos, her voice low and soothing. "Just hold my hand and follow me, okay, darling?"

Her words are soft, but the way she says "darling" sends a shiver down your spine. You nod, unable to form a coherent response as her hand finds yours again, squeezing gently. The images grow more intense—her lips trailing down your neck, her breath warm against your skin, and you feel your face flush, your whole body reacting to the fantasy she’s weaving in your mind.

You try to keep your focus on walking, on following her through the dimly lit hallways, but it’s nearly impossible with the thoughts she’s projecting into your head. The haunted house seems to melt away, and all you can think about is her—her touch, her voice, her lips, her hands, her neck, her fingers.

Wanda glances over at you, clearly noticing the effect she’s having. "Doing okay?" she asks innocently, though the glint in her eyes tells you she knows exactly what she’s doing.

You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nod again, your face a blushing mess as you follow her through the darkness. With each step, the tension builds, and even though the haunted house is still filled with eerie noises and unsettling sights, none of it seems to matter anymore. All you can focus on is Wanda and the way she’s taking control of not just your body, but your mind.

You stumble through another dimly lit hallway, your breath quickening as her projected thoughts grow more intense. Your heart races, and it’s no longer from fear. You can barely pay attention to the haunted house now—your mind is a mess of heat, need for Wanda.

Suddenly, Wanda pauses. You blink, disoriented, and realize she’s tugging you gently to the side, leading you into a dark, secluded corner of the house where the shadows seem to swallow you both whole. There’s no one around—no actors, no other visitors. Just the two of you, hidden from view.

"W-Wanda?" you stammer, your voice shaky as you try to steady yourself.

She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she presses you back against the cool, creaky wall, her body close. Her hand trails up your arm, leaving a tingling warmth in its wake, before it rests on your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lips.

"You’re all over the place, darling," she purrs, her voice low and dripping with amusement. You can feel her magic in the air, the faint glow of scarlet flickering at her fingertips, though she’s not casting any spells—yet. "Can’t even think straight, can you?"

You shake your head, a breathy laugh escaping your lips, though it’s more from nerves than humor. You feel like you’re burning up inside, your heart pounding in your chest as Wanda’s touch lingers on your skin.

Her lips curve into a sly smile as she leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Patience, darling," she coos softly, "I know what you want… but you’ll have to wait."

Your eyes flutter closed for a moment, your mind spinning, and all you can manage is a weak nod. "Okay," you breathe, barely able to speak with the way she has you wrapped around her finger.

"Okay?" Wanda tilts her head again.

You nod, but after a few second of just staring into her eyes, you understand, "mommy."

She lets out a soft, knowing chuckle, her hand trailing down your neck now, slow and deliberate, just enough to drive you crazy. "Good girl," she whispers, the words making your knees feel weak. "Just follow my lead."

You nod again, unable to do anything else. The witch is completely in control, and she knows how much you want to give in to her every command.

You don´t even know how long it takes before you two managed to be outside, the contrast between the cool breeze and the heat swirling inside you leaving you breathless. You’re still clinging to Wanda’s arm, she guides you forward. The two of you walk in silence for a few moments, your steps quick as if trying to escape not the house, but the dizzying tension that lingers between you. Your mind is still foggy, the weight of Wanda’s presence heavy against your side. She’s in control of the space around you, and you feel it in every step, every soft whisper she lets slip.

"You’re quiet," she murmurs after a beat, glancing over at you with that knowing look. She doesn’t need to ask why—you both know exactly why. "Still thinking about what I put in your head, hmm?"

You can’t even form a proper response, just a weak laugh and a slight shake of your head, your cheeks still flushed. It’s hard to walk straight with how lightheaded you feel, and Wanda is more than aware of it.

When the two of you finally reach a more open area, away from the scary atmosphere, Wanda slows her pace, turning toward you. Her hand slides down from your waist, her fingers brushing deliberately against your skin as she lets her arm slip away.

"It wasn’t so bad, was it, darling?" she teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Her voice, so soft and low, wraps around you like a spell. "Though I don’t think it was the ghosts that had you trembling in there." She raises a brow, her smirk widening as she watches your reaction.

You swallow hard, feeling the heat rise to your face again. "No," you mumble, avoiding her gaze, "I guess not."

Wanda hums in approval, stepping closer to you, her fingers once again finding yours. Her thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles as she leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "I’ll admit," she whispers, her voice sending a shiver through your entire body, "I’m wanting to get home just as much as you do now."

You feel your stomach flip, your legs weak from the intensity of her words. Before you can even process what she’s said, Wanda’s lips brush against your ear, just the barest touch, but it makes your pulse quicken.

"Come on," she says, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, her smirk never fading. "Let’s go, darling. I have… a few things in mind for when we get home."

Hehe thank you for reading! hope you liked the first fic of kinktober!!

[ryuttaeng]

please make another popular!yeji hcs but as you're girlfriend!! it's so interesting 🤩 thank you!!

your wish is my command 🙏🏻

you hang out with popular!yeji more often than before? then expect lots of more attention to your persona from everyone else! oh, if you only saw yeji’s sulky face whenever she saw you talking to some girl and it isn’t her :(

and when you end a convo with that girl, yeji would be like, “yeji! wait, why you look so upset?” “no, i’m fine, y/n :(“ BUT SHES SO VISIBLY SAD IT MAKES YOUR HEART BREAK 😭 and when her friends point out that it’s because some girls are talking to you and she’s jealous you would be so confused at first… but you make it up to her by spending even more time together, don’t you (yeji actually) worry!

she’s just so happy to spend time with you 😭😭 sometimes you wonder if she’s even real she’s so sweet and caring person? you know that you’re in love with her since day one, just not realized it yet. you both love watching movies together and talk about anything, if you’re not really interested in a movie you watching right now. “y/nnie, do you want watch a movie? if you’re free today, of course.” “i’m always free for you, yeddeong.” and BOOM. you just took away yeji’s ability to think and function! she gets so shy whenever you say something like that but you’re oblivious about that 😭

but hear me out… shy!yeji has a chokehold on me but… you were in a middle of conversation with yeji, you’re talking about your day and… is yeji even listening to you? girl is shamelessly staring at your lips but you’re too invested in sharing about your day so you don’t even notice that! yeji think a little before she grabs your face and kisses you 😭😭 you’re so confused for a few seconds but you reciprocate the kiss, feeling yeji smiling while kissing you.

she would be so shy to talk about it for a day but right after you’ve discussed your relationship between you two yeji was so delighted, because after that yeji officially became your girlfriend 🤞🏻🤞🏻 i mean, i bet everyone thought that you’ve already dating each other since you wouldn’t shut the fuck up about yeji. all your words were about yeji and you were so lovey dovey around her is just- girl you’re so in love with her damn 😭 you also got some weird looks from girls that you knew that was yeji’s fangirls. if before you started dating yeji they would approach you with a smile on their face, now they just send you jealous gazes??? it doesn’t go unnoticed by yeji and she just kisses you, saying you not to worry about that and that she will take care of them.

popular!yeji as your girlfriend is so caring, sweet and generally perfect. if she wakes up first, she would make sure that nothing bothers your sleep and she will just stare at your features and smile to her thoughts. she will also make sure that no one looks at you in a unpleasant way. she can kiss you all day long in university, just to make some guy that was looking at you jealous 😭 he would look away immediately, making yeji smirk.

LOTS of dates and spontaneous presents from your girlfriend! you’re so loved in this relationship and makes you feel so special. of course, you gift yeji presents too, dw!!

yeji steps in your shared apartment, “baby, i’m home!”, getting no response from you, she goes further, checking every room, searching you. she opens the door to your shared bedroom and her jaw drops. yeji sees you in beautiful dress, standing there with… goodness gracious, is that hydrangeas and roses bouquet? “baby, aren’t those so expensive?? you shouldn’t have- oh, y/n…” yeji says, and you see droplets of water that formed at the bottom of her eyes. you immediately went to hug your girlfriend, handing her a bouquet, “shh, babe, you know that the price doesn’t matter to me, right? all i know that you and your love is priceless and it does matter for me.” you reassured yeji, as she sobbed into the crook of your neck, your hand caressing her light orange hair. “we should get going, yeddeong. the hostess in restaurant waits for us.” you say, and yeji looks at you with the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen, you smile back at her before leaning forward, kissing yeji’s lips. “i love you, y/nnie.” “i love you too, yeddeong.”

[imsosillygoofylol]

TRIGGERED

pairing: matt sturniolo x poc!reader

synopsis: y/n helps a murder suspect not knowing what she got herself into.

warnings: death, mental illness, smoking, tattoos, i THINK that’s it.

envy yaps: lol i wrote something like this before a WHILE back but this one will be better trust 😋 anyways let’s pray and hope i actually finish this 🙏🏾

“and we’re done!” you say finally excited to almost be leaving. you just finished working on my last customer of the night. “you can walk up to the mirror to see for yourself.” you mumble while cleaning up.

“ ‘s beautiful thank you so much!” she smiles eagerly as she examines her freshly done butterfly tattoo on her rib.

“yeah you’re welcome, you already know the tattoo after care i don’t have to go over it do i?” you asked already knowing her answer. layla was a regular you’ve done like 4 of her tats already.

“nah i know how to take care of my shit thank you very much.” she declared while carefully rolling down her shirt.

you giggle and give her a smile while you finish cleaning up. “here ma, thank you so much again you always get me right.” she passes you a couple bills with a big smile on plastered on her face. “ahh i love them i’ve been thinking about getting butterflies for a while now you ate down” she screamed while looking at herself in the mirror again.

you take the money and put it in your backpack as you let out another giggle. “you’re welcome”. you love your job, aside from the good pay you literally just get to draw cute things on people and they’re happy.

“alright my uber outside bye y/n thanks again” she leaves, the room now silent once again.

you finished cleaning up and you get up to lock the door as you’re now closed before you continue to prep things for tomorrow.

you finally had time to check your phone and you see the time.

11:56 PM

you see all the missed texts and calls from your mom. she always wants you to call her at the end of the day knowing there’s not much to talk about anyway. your days usually blend into each other, all you do is go to school and work. not that you don’t have a life aside from those two things, it just takes up most of your time.

you break away from your phone as you hear a knock on the door. you make my way to the front. “we’re closed” you mumble. startling the boy a little. you examine the boy he was wearing a plain black shirt, white shorts, and birkenstock’s. you knew who he was.

nick sturniolo

not that you knew each other, you knew of him. you’ve seen him around campus and his family’s like stupid rich. he’s a triplet however only two of them actually attend college. you don’t know anything about the other one, you have seen him at a party once though that’s about it.

his blonde hair layes just right above his eyes. he looks like he’d been crying all night. that or he’s just really high. he looks sickly though really pale but somehow he still looked really pretty.

“can i help you?” you finally spoke out as you unlock and open the door. this is weird why is he here so late at night you think to yourself.

“are you still open?” he asks his voice so soft yet deep.

what a stupid question to ask, the door was locked and the open sign was off. we’re visibly closed!

“sorry we’re closed. you can schedule an appointment for tomorrow though.” you say trying to sound as nice as possible.

“please i’ll pay twice as much, i really need this please.” he begs.

you start to feel bad, really wanting to go home but cant bring myself to say no. he looks like he’s about to break down into tears you can’t just leave him like this.

“uh okay come in.” you say moving out the way to let him in and lead him to the room. “um what would you like to get done?” you asked dryly.

“have you seen the movie edward scissorhands before?” he asked bringing his phone up to your face to show you what he wants.

“yeah a couple times, where do you want it?” you ask while unpacking the supplies needed.

“right here on my calf.” he points to the side of his calf. he had another tattoo closer to his ankle of two pokémon characters.

you slowly start tracing the design. what’s so important about this tattoo anyway that he had to come at 12 am. you’ve watched the movie a couple times, yeah it’s good but is it worth a tattoo or coming this late for one. you mentally curse myself for not being able to say no.

“you from here?” he asked looking down at you.

“nah im from new york city, i just go to school here.” you say keeping your focus on the tattoo.

“hm how long? i’ve never seen you around here.” he stated.

“about two years now, i don’t really go out much or talk to many people from here.” you continue working. the room was silent for the rest of the night, only thing audible was the faint music playing on the tv.

“k im done!” you smile down at your work. “is it okay if i take a couple pictures?”

“yeah it’s fine looks amazing by the way. thank you so much.” he examines the scissor hands tattoo as you take a couple pictures from different angles. “how much do i owe you?”

“one fifty.” you state turning around to clean up. he turns in your direction passing four one hundred bills to you. “oh no i can’t take this, it’s only one fifty.”

“no honestly take it, i came when you were closing please ill feel even worse if you don’t!” you nod your head and put the money in your backpack. “i really can’t thank you enough it looks amazing, do you have a business card? i’d love to come back sometime i love your work.” he starts to ramble and you let out a laugh.

“yeah they’re here in the front, you can take one as you walk out. you’re welcome it’s really no biggie.” it was though you have a morning class tomorrow and it’s nearly 3 am. you try to stay positive and not let your attitude slip out.

“hey i didn’t get your name.” he mentions

“oh it’s y/n.”

“nick.”

“oh i know trust me.” you think to yourself while you smile at him.

you explain the tattoo after care even though nobody ever listens. he finally leaves which means you can finally leave. you love your work and all but it’s so draining. you close up the shop and finally get in my car, the drive to your apartment isn’t far only 8 minutes but tonight it feels like an eternity.

you like driving though it calms you down, helps you think. you make it to your parking spot and really process what the fuck just happened. not that it’s outta this world cause growing up in new york you’ve seen and experienced some crazy shit but that was weird. you had so many questions but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so you decided it was best to mind your business.

you finally make it to your apartment, happy to shower and get in bed but even happier to see your cat luna after a long ass day. you unlock your door set your things down on your counter.

“luna mama where are you?” you call out waiting for her to pop out from somewhere. “luna baby where are you?” she comes from underneath the couch, you bend down to pick her up and smother her with kisses. saying i miss you and i love you. you feel bad she hasn’t been getting the attention she deserves lately, you barely see her due to school and work. all of a sudden everyone wants a tattoo.

you finally shower enjoying the hot water run down your body calming you. not a single negative thought in your mind. you start to think if should you smoke after or fall asleep.

you get out the shower and check the time.

3:48 am

“fuck i gotta be up at 9.” you sigh, you need to stop taking appointments past 10 pm and leave it to the other artist. you’re always the last one to leave the shop.

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you groan hearing you alarm going off wising you could stay in bed forever. knowing it’s not possible and missing class is not an option especially not when your paper is due next week. you get up and get ready, putting water and food in lunas bowl before leaving and driving to campus.

you don’t live far from campus only a twelve minute drive. you hate being late though just the thought of everyone staring at you and observing your every move while trying to get situated makes you so uncomfortable. it feels like you’re interrupting an important conversation or meeting so you choose to be early or well on time.

you make it to class with five minutes to spare, sitting there just scrolling through your phone waiting for your professor to start the lesson. there was nothing special about todays lesson, taking notes and finishing up the paper.

ten minutes before class was over the professor started to talk about a situation that happened earlier this morning.

“as some of you may know there was a tragic incident that happened at around four thirty am this morning.” he paused for a second trying to gather all his thoughts, trying to use the right words before continuing. “the sturniolo family was brutally murdered, some knew nicolas sturniolo. he was a great student and a great friend to all. may he rest in peace.”

as he finished your face dropped, there was many whispers heard through out the class. this is all too confusing, you had just seen him.

your thoughts were cut off by the professor speaking again. “please appreciate all the people around you while they’re here, you never know what can happen. his brother is suffering from a great loss please respect his privacy.”

his brother? which brother?

people continued to whisper “i heard his brother went crazy and murdered them all.” said a random girl. “i heard it was nicks stalker, he was infatuated with him and when nick rejected him he couldn’t stand it.” another said. this is all so stupid. why do people jump to conclusions and spread rumors without knowing what really happened.

you started to feel overwhelmed you had to go home. before you left through the door, the professor said one last thing. “also the police will come by tomorrow and question some of you, please be sure to be early tomorrow morning. thank you all and please be safe”

with that you went home, you can’t come back to your afternoon classes it was all too much. did he know something was gonna happen? is that why he looked sad? you assumed it might of been a boy or something. not something this big.

you arrive at your house, trying to gather all your thoughts. not that you’re sad, you didn’t even know the boy but you can’t help but feel sorry for him, his family.

you tried to sleep, sleeping was like your therapy. or well not therapy just a way of not dealing with your emotions for the time being. sleeping was hard though, every time you closed your eyes you would see him.

you decide the beach was a good option. sometimes when you felt lonely or depressed you would go to the beach, smoke, and draw. it was calming, made you feel like you were the only person left in the world. usually you enjoyed your own company, you found peace in being alone. one of your traits your mom despised. she wanted you to go out more, explore, experience, have fun. not be locked away in the house when you’re not in school or at work.

you lie and tell her you do other things but she doesn’t believe you. she says she knows you more than you know yourself but she doesn’t understand you.

Y/N

hey mom i’m going to the beach i’ll call you when i get home.

sorry i haven’t called or texted much i’ve been super busy.

love you :)

you spent your afternoon at the beach, watching the sunset, hitting your blunt every now and then, sketching random flowers on your book. you could go on and on about flowers if you could, even nature.

you finally check the time when it’s fully dark deciding its a bit dangerous to be out so late considering what just happened around the area.

8:27 pm

you decide to pick up some pizza and call it a day. trying to mentally prepare yourself for tomorrow. you really want to call of work tomorrow feeling like there too much going on around you. it was overwhelming, you think you’re overreacting none of this really affects you in anyway so why do you have this suffocating feeling? you feel like you’re literally drowning.

“luna you have it so easy mama, i’d love to be a house cat not a single worry in the world.” you sigh while rubbing her tummy as she purs.

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envy yaps: ermmm i can’t tell if this is good or not lol. guys trust the process frrr i swear it’ll get juicyyyy in the next part😈😈😋😋. anyways comment to be on taglist or wtv 😅😋😈😍🙏🏾

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@tastesousweet

[youchangedmedestiel]

I wrote this little ficlet this week (you can read it on AO3 too), because I needed too. It's called "Angelic bubble" I let you discover why. You can also read it below:

They have this silly ritual between them. It started when they were watching a movie in Dean’s room because Sam and Jack were playing table soccer in the Dean cave. They settled on the bed next to each other with their back resting against the headboard.

Dean won’t admit it but with his current age and the hunting life, his back is hurting when he sits like that too long. Too long being the half of a movie. That time Cas saw him being agitated, not comfortable. He kept moving to find a right position, but they were none.

“Come here, Dean!” Cas offered, patting the space in front of him and between his legs.

“I’m fine.” Dean said, settling in one position. But then he moved again slightly because he wasn’t comfortable.

“Dean.” Cas just said, low and strong, and Dean surrendered. He shifted on the bed carefully and sat between Cas’s legs. He looked behind him, quirking one eyebrow as he looked at the angel behind him. Cas rolled his eyes, grabbed Dean’s shoulders, and pulled him against his chest. “Lie down and relax.”  He said but Dean wasn’t relaxed at all. He wasn’t used to sit like that with Cas, they waited 12 long years maybe more to kiss after all. And at the time, they kissed a few times since Cas was back from the Empty, nothing more happened between them yet. Not that they didn’t want to, because they surely did, but not every walls come down at once, it takes time. So this kind of touching, despite feeling so right, still felt weird too, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to do it nor to have that.

“I can’t, I’m sorry.” Dean said sitting up, away from Cas.

“Why?” Cas asked, looking at him questioningly.

“I – I don’t know. I –“ Dean tried to explain but in vain. He was having difficulties to be emotionally vulnerable, but he improved that part a little bit. Now he was discovering he had difficulties to be physically vulnerable. It never happened to him before, especially not with a chick he would pick up in a random bar. So why was it so difficult with Cas?

“Dean, please, let me take care of you.” That was it. That was what Dean needed. He needed Cas to show – say out loud - that he wasn’t doing that because he felt obliged to. He wanted to make sure Cas wanted this, wanted him pressed up against his own body.

Dean leaned back against Cas’s chest he felt arms wrapping around him and maybe something else not visible to human eyes. He felt that warm and soft feeling he has every time Cas’s grace evade his body to heal him. And then he felt that warm breath and familiar voice against his ear whisper softly, “I love you.” He was finally able to relax. And now every time they watch a movie just the two of them in Dean’s bed, the hunter sits instantly in his private angelic bubble.

[theninjagoreader]

can I request a morro x reader? preferably with morro as a human/alive and not a ghost, but it's up to you :)

My first request! OMG! So I use 3rd person POV since 1st is weird to write and other reasons. Also wasn't sure whether or not you wanted headcannon or oneshot, so I just went with a headcanon. I hope you enjoy it!

Let’s say this is after the events of season five. Somehow Morro comes back to life and y/n nurses him back to health while at the monastery.

It’s awkward and tense at the monastery. So once Morro is healthy, he’s going to try and run away. Where? No clue, but he doesn’t want to be at the monastery. He feels ashamed, guilty, and unworthy of being near Wu or the ninjas.

y/n not being a ninja, more of an ally and friend, Morro feels somewhat comfortable around her. But it is more so because she was the one who helped him with everything when he was stuck in bed.

He will deny any feelings that are platonic or romantic, but Wu knows there's something there. It may have been a couple decades since Morro was gone yet Wu sees that look in his eyes.

y/n offers Morro to stay at her place in Ninjago City. He’ll hesitate as she’s done too much for someone who terrorized her friends. Once he thinks it over, he’ll agree because he’d rather not be reminded daily of the biggest mistake of his life.

The ninjas’ reaction when leaning Morro is going to live with y/n:

When moving in, Morro meets a little monster that y/n calls her cat. (I can see him being more of a cat person.) He fucking hates that thing with how it moody it is and y/n is laughing in the background as he describes himself.

At this point y/n is basically taking care of two cats. They both are deathly afraid of water, sassy bastards, might have rabies, hiss, and are very clingy.

If she wants Morro to function like a normal human being, then she’s trying to help him get over his phobia of water. Putting his hand under the running faucet and reminding him that it's not going to hurt. Going to the beach to stand in the water for a minute and only a minute. After that he just wants to go back home, y/n listens to him and they leave. On the way back to the house, y/n praises him for going up against his fear until his face is red.

Even when he gets over his phobia of water, he’s not going swimming or anything. It just means he can be in it without having a borderline panic attack. So he still hates it, just now he can live with it. Also Nya scares him, please keep him safe from Nya.

When y/n leaves for work, Morro is visibly saddened that he is being left alone. She always makes sure to stay that she’ll be back and what time she’ll be back home. If she says that he won’t be alone because he has the cat, he’s going to roll his eyes.

Swears he’ll kill the cat if she’s gone too long, but they both know it's an empty threat.

After being a ghost for so long, his body and taste buds are probably over sensitive. His body will become less sensitive over time unlike his taste buds. If y/n tries giving him what would be considered modern food, then he’s going to make a funny face before continuing eating.

Will not eat anything spicy. No matter how much he tries to build up his spice tolerance.

y/n showing him modern technology will be overwhelming. It's interesting to him to see how far people have come in the past decades.

Can’t watch horror movies, they’re too gory. If it has a ghost then he won’t shut up its inaccuracy. Only shuts up when there's a cheap jump scare.

As much as modern technology fascinates Morro, he’ll probably go to books as his main source of entertainment. y/n’s house will become a library, but she is not complaining. If she gets into books then he’ll be happily recommending books or reading together.

y/n is going to make a mini book club that consists of her, Morro, and Wu. She mainly made the club to mend the broken relationship between master and student. It must have worked because they’re having monthly meet ups. Having a discussion about a book with a cup of tea and pastries.

Morro doesn’t really think about his relationship with y/n. It’s kind of up in the air. While y/n is worried about perceiving platonic interactions as romantic.

Wu is just watching the mutual pining until it's getting too painful to let it go on. He’s playing Cupid and trying to engage them to confess their feelings.

“So you’d be fine with y/n being with someone else and being haunted by what if’s?”

“I think you're projecting your relationship with Misako onto me and y/n.”

“Morro!”

If they end up together, not much will change. It just adds to them being affectionate and Morro being openly jealous. The relationship is going to be taken slow and steady.

“Morro, daraling.”

“What?”

“You think Wu wants grandchildren?”

“Okay, that’s enough from you.”

Kinda lost steam at the end, but I hope you liked it. I didn’t proofread it so hopefully, that doesn’t show because I’ll do it later.

[auronira]

Being someone who is allo (just learned about the existance of this word) and cis, I want to talk about the hot topic of Alastor being shipped romantically and sexually by the fandom of Hazbin Hotel.

I understand that the topic I'm about to delve into may require some patience and open-mindedness. As a young individual seeking understanding, I implore you to hear me out before forming any judgments. English isn't my first language, so I apologize if my expressions seem weird, also it may take a while to get what I am saying here, I took a lot of time to get my point across so please give me a little bit of your time - especially if you are aroace or anywhere among that spectrum.

First of all, being cis and allo is obviously one of the most comfortable shoes you can wear within society. I am aware of that.

For instance, as someone who enjoys immersing myself in various forms of media such as books, movies, and video games, I often find characters and narratives that resonate with my experiences. This familiarity allows me to connect deeply with the stories and derive genuine enjoyment from them. I've never had to grapple with the challenges of feeling unseen or misunderstood in this regard, and for that, I am privileged.

Contrastingly, I recognize the struggles that members of the LGBTQ+ community often face. The need to repeatedly explain one's identity and preferences, the constant battle for visibility and acceptance – these are realities that I've never had to confront personally. My identity has always been accepted without question, and for that, I'm grateful. However, I'm eager to learn and empathize with those whose journeys differ from my own so please try and be patient with me.

To my fellow cisgender and heterosexual individuals who may be unfamiliar with what I'm about to explain: Consider the concept of "comfort characters" and why they hold such significance in our lives. For me, growing up, Katniss Everdeen served as my comfort character. Reflecting on her impact on my childhood development, I realize the profound influence she had. During a time when I was grappling with personal challenges that I wasn't yet ready to confide in my family about, my connection to Katniss provided solace. Through her character, I found the strength to envision myself facing adversity head-on, overcoming obstacles with resilience. It may seem trivial to some, given that she's a fictional creation, but the bond I forged with her played a pivotal role in shaping my identity.

I believe many of us can relate to forming such deep connections with fictional characters as we navigate through the complexities of adolescence and young adulthood. These characters serve as guiding lights, offering solace and inspiration during times of uncertainty. Even if you haven't personally experienced such a connection, I encourage you to consider the profound impact that representation can have on shaping one's sense of self and belonging.

Representation matters because it validates our experiences and identities, providing a sense of visibility and validation that is essential for personal growth and empowerment. Just as we find comfort and inspiration in the characters we admire, so too do marginalized individuals deserve to see themselves reflected in the stories they consume. It's through diverse representation that we foster empathy, understanding, and inclusivity within our communities and society as a whole.

Representation matters because it gives people characters they can relate to and admire. But not every character needs to be relatable for everyone to like them. For instance, I really enjoyed watching the relationship between She-Ra and Catra in the show She-Ra. Even though I'm straight, I can imagine the profound joy it brought to members of the LGBTQ+ community who could see themselves represented in a meaningful way. They relate to those characters differently than I do, and that's totally okay. Sometimes, fans want to see their favorite characters in certain ways, even if it's not exactly how the creators intended them to be. They create their own ideas about the characters to feel a deeper connection. While it's natural to want to connect with characters, it's also important to respect the original story and the creators' intentions.

While it's natural to seek characters with whom we can personally identify, it's equally important to appreciate the diversity of perspectives and experiences that representation brings. It's through this diversity that stories become richer and more inclusive, resonating with a broader audience and fostering empathy and understanding across different communities.

So what does that mean for aroace people when it comes to Alastor?

For this to understand I'm just gonna try and picture myself in a different pair of metaphorical shoes, but when it comes to being ace they may not even feel like shoes at all, but more as if you are running barefoot over the nastiest lego pieces in existance.

Imagine going to a bookstore and struggling to find something that aligns with your tastes. Maybe you spend hours searching, only to come up empty-handed. Perhaps you end up settling for whatever book is popular at the moment, feeling left out because there's no variety that speaks to you. Or maybe you turn to the internet, hoping to find your perfect book match online, but even that proves to be a challenge. In the end, you might resort to reading fanfiction because there, at least, the chances of finding representation are higher.

This struggle isn't limited to books but extends to movies, TV shows, and everything else. Constantly feeling like you don't belong can be painful and isolating. I wouldn't wish that feeling on anyone. Unfortunately, society can't change overnight, so we have to work with what we have for now.

The bottom line is, everyone deserves to see themselves represented in the media they consume. It's not just about personal preference; it's about feeling seen and valued in a world that often overlooks our differences. And until that becomes a reality, we'll keep pushing for change, one step at a time. Finally, there's that one character – in this case, Alastor – and for the first time, asexual individuals can feel that sense of connection I've been talking about. They feel seen and acknowledged, just as we all do when we find something or someone we can relate to. This is what books, TV shows, and video games are all about – providing us with enjoyment and a sense of validation, especially in a world that can be tough.

Representation of diverse sexualities in media isn't just important for LGBTQ+ individuals; it's beneficial for everyone. It helps broaden our understanding of each other and breaks down barriers without anyone having to change who they are to fit in. This is the power of art and the stories we consume – they have the ability to blur the lines between people and foster greater empathy and acceptance. Ultimately, it's about making everyone feel like they belong and have a place in the world.

I'll be honest – I don't really think about labels much anymore. I've found that they can sometimes divide people even further, which isn't what I'm about. It's not that I have anything against labels in general; I just personally don't dwell on them. However, I do recognize the subtle influence they can have on me, even though I consider myself quite open-minded.

I've come to a point where I've found peace in the idea that everyone should just be allowed to be themselves, as long as they're happy. I didn't actively choose to be straight; it's just who I am. And I don't expect anyone else to have to "choose" their sexuality either – they should just be able to exist and be happy. I've reached a mindset where I don't really give much thought to someone's sexuality when I see it portrayed in media. They're just who they are, and I'm just who I am. But I understand that for many people, having those labels is important for representation and visibility. Perhaps, initially, society needs those divisions in order for certain groups to feel seen and acknowledged. And while I may not personally identify with those labels, I can still appreciate their significance to others. At the end of the day, it's about acceptance and understanding, regardless of labels.

Returning to the topic of Alastor, now that there's this ace character, the fandom takes him and sometimes decides to change him to fit their own desires. It's similar (I guess) to the disappointment some feel when an author keeps a protagonist's appearance vague, only for fans to imagine them as the perfect, conventionally beautiful princess. This can be hurtful to people who don't fit that idealized image because they ask themselves "would the story be any different if she would be smaller, or chubby, or (insert whatever you want)?"

What's crucial to recognize here is that some fans might struggle to accept Alastor's sexuality because they feel like he has to be different for them to enjoy certain content without feeling guilty or needing to justify their actions. Our minds often try to protect us with such a mindset so we can feel good about ourselves and our choices. For some, that means trying to impose their beliefs on a character so they can comfortably engage with them in their own fanworks.

It's important to acknowledge that everyone interprets and engages with media differently. However, it's also important to respect the creator's original intentions and the representation they've provided. Trying to change a character to fit one's own desires can be disrespectful to both the character and those who identify with them.

Ultimately, it's about finding a balance between creative freedom and respecting the integrity of the source material.

Here are two key considerations that both sides should bear in mind, (if I even have the right to say anything as someone who is clearly underqualified when it comes to topics like that as a cis and allo):

On one hand, it's important for ace individuals to understand that people often enjoy engaging with characters in various ways, including through shipping and fanfiction. Characters may take on different traits or orientations in these creative outlets, and that's part of the fun and freedom of fan culture. However, when it comes to representation in canon material, it's crucial not to impose personal viewpoints onto characters solely for the sake of recognition. While it's acceptable to explore different interpretations in fan works, it's essential to respect the original portrayal of characters, particularly regarding their sexuality.

Reflecting on my own feelings on this matter, I've realized that I don't necessarily take issue with individuals changing the sexual orientation of straight characters in fanfiction. However, I become uncomfortable when there's an attempt to forcefully alter the canonical identity of a character. This discomfort arises from a sense that being straight is portrayed as incorrect or undesirable. This realization has deepened my empathy for the struggles faced by members of the LGBTQ+ community in seeking authentic representation in media.

This also brings me to the main point – the same principle applies to ace individuals when the community tries to forcefully change a character's sexuality, refusing to acknowledge their ace identity as portrayed in the show. Finally, ace individuals have a character to look up to who is even quite popular, only to see that representation invalidated or ignored because some people refuse to accept it – essentially, refusing to see them.

This kind of rejection can make ace individuals feel as though they need to conform to certain expectations in order to be considered "interesting" or "popular," just like Alastor. It's confusing and disheartening to see a character's identity denied or dismissed, especially when it's a rare instance of representation that could provide validation and visibility for ace individuals.

It would be VERY confusing for me, making me feel like, despite getting represented, I would not be enough.

I'd like to take a moment to clarify that while I enjoy engaging in fan works involving Alastor - some even portraying him romantically or sexually with another character, I wouldn't want him to be portrayed differently in the series. Changing his character in the serie itself in such a fundamental way would completely ruin the essence of who he is for me, much like what happened with characters such as Wednesday, Sherlock, or Loki. Despite my love for these characters, I felt that some of them should have remained as they were without delving into romantic or sexual storylines, as it would feel out of place, just as it would feel strange to me if Alastor suddenly showed romantic or sexual interest in anyone.

It's important to recognize that enjoying fan works doesn't necessarily mean wanting to alter the original outcome of the show or the character themselves. Sometimes, it's just for fun, without any deeper implications.

I don't have a definitive conclusion or a perfect solution to make everything peaceful – I'm not sure such a thing even exists. However, I believe that listening to each other and trying to understand one another, despite our differences, is crucial. I can only imagine how deeply hurtful it must be for ace individuals to see so much fan art of Alastor that conflicts with his established sexual orientation, but recognizing it as people having fun and drawing a line between canon and fanon is as important as it is for those who engage in such content to understand why ace individuals might feel upset about it, and to recognize that their feelings are just as valid.

We need to communicate with each other respectfully and without hostility.

I'm open to listening to anyone who might feel offended by anything I've written here – my goal in sharing these thoughts is simply to foster understanding and empathy. I never wanted to hurt anyone with my words, sorry in advance if someone feels triggered because of this.

[aliciavance4228]

Short Question: How Are You Sure Wheter or Not You Are Asexual?

I'm that type of person who questions things a LOT before coming to a certain conclusion, and even then isn't 100% sure.

Since a very young age I didn't like watching p0rn and considered sex scenes in movies and TV Series to be weird and uncomfortable. I tried to masturbate myself a lot since the age of 13, but I never felt anything and the more I continued the more it felt painful and self-violating. I never felt myself sexually attracted towards anyone during my entire life, only emotionally at the very least.

I'm writing in my free time, which made me more comfortable with the idea of sex as long as I'm imagining my characters doing that, not me. I had a phase in which I watched a few PH videos in order to come up with better descriptive passages for the *ahem* scenes, and I observed that I was just incredibly disgusted by 99% of the videos and those which I found to be helpful were only those who were aesthetically/visually pleasing instead of vulgar, and where the emotional/healthy aspects of sex were visible as well.

Now, I know about the whole "Aesthetical-Sensual-Sexual" concept, yet at the same time I'm aware of the fact that I might have just a very low sex drive, and the fact that I haven't started my sexual life yet nor I do intend to do that in the future makes me question my sexual orientation even more.

Even worse, asexuality is that one sexual orientation which is the hardest to describe and label, because it can manifest diferrently to any person, especially when you take into account their romantic attraction as well.

So how can I figure that out?

[darknessisafriend]

another max california request from different anon🙈 could you please write something about reader being tom welles's investigation partner, so at first she has to tolerate max around for information and then they fall in love🥺 i Absolutely Refuse to accept the canon not gonna lie

Heyyyy here you go the first chapter is finally here! I hope you will enjoy it^^

8mm Max California x You

“This is leading nowhere.” stated Tom, your investigation partner, catching your attention while you were blankly staring at a bunch of papers in your hands. From the corner of your eye, you could see him exhaling the smoke of his cigarette, both of you were visibly frustrated.

 You had been working on that case of ‘snuff movies’ for literally weeks, but there were no clues that this was a real thing, and you didn’t believe in it either. Rumors said that the actors just pretended to die, for the appeal of some weird creep jerking off over that crap, but no actual murder. “Calm down, Tom, I’m sure that with a bit of attention and patience, we will be able to collect some more clues, getting angry won’t lead us somewhere either.” you replied, dropping the papers you were holding on your desk, but some of them fell on the floor instead. Tom snorted, annoyed. 

“You’ve been saying it for three weeks. I do have patience but I’m not a saint yet. Seeing any halo?” he sarcastically asked, you rolled your eyes. He was unbearable when stressed out. Both of you shut your mouths, filling the room with an awkward silence.

 “We need to find someone who works in the porn industry, someone who has a link perhaps, or we will never-”. he added after a while before being  interrupted by your phone ringing.

“Tom Welles's private detective office, it’s his assistant Y/N speaking. How can I help you?” you professionally answered, listening to the phone call. You didn’t understand much, there wasn’t enough network, but you recognized the voice of your current client, a young man, his tone was quite desperate, maybe on the verge of crying. You remembered his issue, his fiancé had been gone for a while, the two of them were about to marry in a week. When he called you the first time, he specified that he preferred speaking with you instead of the police, in fear of mockery, or even worse, vengeance. But one thing picked your interest during this second call, he was saying it was related to the porn industry, his fiancé had fallen deep in it…well, this perhaps was the clue you needed for your current investigation, and maybe some other cases you and Tom had been working on lately. “Thank you. Let’s meet at 7 pm at Casey’s cafe on 7th avenue.” you indicated to the young man, noting his name on your notebook. You could tell that man wasn’t from the US, he had a foreigner name, a certain François. 

You hung up after a while, feeling Tom’s gaze on you. “So?” he asked. You deeply sighed and shrugged, combing your hair back with your fingers. 

“So, maybe we can start seeing a little light in the dark.” you replied with a little smile full of hope. 

Now, finally things were moving in the right direction. You decided to keep looking for a link to the porn industry, heading with your partner to a sexshop in the neighborhood before the meeting with Francois, so you would have plenty of leads, hopefully. You grunted in disgust, you didn’t get the pleasure people got from such places as sex shops and even less those working in it, you were probably wrong but you imagined the worst perverts.

“I went there yesterday, the seller seemed to know his stuff. I think he could help us.” commented Tom, feeling you doubtful of his lead. 

“What is he like?” you asked, expecting a stereotyped answer, an average middle-aged creep who enjoyed sharing some of his perverted material with his customers. Your opinion on the guy would be biased for a while.

“Some young punk guy. He seems pretty normal actually. He was even pretending to read porn and instead was reading a classic. He has potential I think.” he described to you, making you arch an eyebrow, well you didn’t expect that kind of description at all. 

Once you arrived at the sex shop, Tom entered first, you followed, looking around, all the magazines, toys, movies and such, it made you quite uneasy and disgusted. Maybe you weren’t as open minded as you thought, the truth was you were simply flustered by the place, you had heard many things about it. But then, your eyes finally landed on the seller, he indeed looked like a punk, dark blue hair, piercings, tattoos, he looked pretty cool actually and rather handsome to your taste but you quickly pushed that thought away. To work in these kinds of places he must have some twisted personality, he looked out of place, he was better suited as a musician, tattoo artist or even barman. This made you grow suspicious, he had something to hide. 

“Hey, looks like you came back for the battery operated vagina after all.” grinned the young man as Tom approached him; you widened your eyes at his words, and glanced at Tom, was he interested in buying? Tom ignored your gaze, with you and the boy in front of him he felt like a babysitter for teenagers. 

“We need information, I hope you'll be able to help.” your partner said, showing his PD card, making the man detail the badge, as if he knew how to differentiate a fake from a real one. 

“Thomas Wells…wait you said ‘we’?” that’s when he noticed you, showing your card to him, a little smirk appeared on his face.

“I always had a thing for women of power.” he told you, a first attempt to flirt and test you. Despite his beauty, he looked like the kind of person who liked to tease people. You had this feeling about him, and you weren’t very pleased.

“You don’t want to piss me off, man.” you replied, on the defensive, already he irritated you, your bitter response made him giggle amused. 

“Oooh, you do have claws, huh? On the contrary. I’d love to see that.” he replied, getting distracted by you before Tom snapped his fingers in front of his face, telling him to behave and focus. You had to admit you didn’t expect to attract the attention of somebody, but maybe it was just him wanting to mess up with you. Other men already did it to you, wanting to be playful and teasing you to ease the atmosphere, wanting to appear charming with their sweet ways, just in order to sleep with you. No thanks, not again, your guard wouldn’t be defeated by a random punk porn stuff seller.

“Alright, what kind of information are you looking for? I got all kinds…” he chuckled, his tone lower though. You looked at him suspiciously, he indeed seemed to have connections in that dark world; after all, maybe he was a jerk, but a jerk with precious pieces of information. It was better for you to befriend him and keep him calm if you wanted to know more. 

“You see, a lot of cases related to porn are popping out of nowhere lately, homicides, abductions, blackmails, etcetera. We just thought you already had experience with…this stuff, you know.” Tom explained, taking a porn tape in his hands. “Not that we’re speaking by stereotypes.” you cared to add, elbowing him as to intimate him to shut up since you saw kind of an offended frown in the face of the young man.

“I have nothing to do with this crap. Nothing, got it? I’m just here to sell.” the seller indeed said, in a severe tone and crossing his tattooed arms under his chest, making his leather t-shirt lightly squeak. You clicked your tongue, great, the only hope you had was getting vexed and about to refuse to help. However, the young man noticed your thoughtful gaze. “If you want my help, you better rub me up the right way.” he added proudly.

“If that’s about money, you can get your share if you help us.” instantly replied Tom, he had expected this situation. You detailed the seller, his curiosity was picked, not so much about money you thought..something else interested him and you will find out what. 

“Now that we’re speaking…” he started saying, “Maybe I do know someone who can help you. I will escort you there, since it’s not so easy to arrive at his place. I guess you need some kind of guard who already knows the environment so you can peacefully investigate.” he proposed, you scoffed, clever guy.

“Who’s the man?” You asked, arching an eyebrow, and leaning on the counter, with renovated interest for the investigation and the seller’s motivations. 

“His name is Pierre Beischel.” He replied, a grin forming on his face “A true asshole. I’m used to people with particular tastes, but believe me, this guy is another kind…” he said you noticed he took his pack of cigarettes, putting it in the back pocket of his pants, seems like that Beischel man able to make him nervous.  “I finish in two hours. My name is Max, Max California baby” he stated confidently, here was your investigation truly starting with a strange companion and many dangers

Part 2? tell me!^^

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[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells (Flash) - Speedster Chapter 19

That night he’d taken you back to your apartment and left. 

He felt like he couldn’t look you in the eye. 

For the better part of the week, he’s careful to avoid running into you. He can’t face you, not yet. Not until he’s ready to confess what he’s done.

So he goes about his days as usual.

There’s a few times during that week that he catches a glimpse of you. He’s become pretty skilled at avoiding face to face interactions.

Maybe if he’d been more willing to deal with the problem he would have seen the expression you wore every time he evaded you.

~Star Labs~

“Hey (Y/N).”

You’re working in the lab and you don’t really respond to your name, not until Avery is right in front of you.

“Oh, hey.”

“Are you alright, you’ve been spacing out a lot. Yesterday you almost poured mayonnaise into your tea." Evan inputs.

“Sorry about that.”

You haven’t spoken to Harrison in what feels like ages and it’s starting to get to you. After the movie night you woke up in your room. Which you could only assume that he’d dropped you back.

A very sweet gesture.

You intended to see him the next day to plan another fun movie marathon, but it was like he disappeared. Since then you would catch brief looks, but the second he caught your stare he would look away. 

Confused and a little hurt, you were stuck with your thoughts. Maybe you’d done something that night? To your recollection nothing strange happened, so it made no sense for him to suddenly shut you out.

The longer you think about it the worse your mind seems to become.

“Hey guys I’m leaving early. I just remembered I have something to take care of.”

You can tell they are curious, but they don’t push. They both nod and you take off.

It’s time to confront the issue. You stroll over to his office with a new determination to get him to fess up.

It always felt so empowering when you decided to take a stand. The second you’re outside his office however, the doubt creeps in. You reach for the door, but stop halfway.

“Maybe I should stop by tomorrow, he might be busy.”

Another excuse.

“No! I’ve got to do this.”

You close your eyes, knocking on his door.

“Come in.”

From the sound, he’s alone. You step in quickly. Once inside you lock the door and Harrison finally looks up. You can see the way his body goes a bit rigid. The sight hurts. What exactly had you done to gain such a response to your presence?

You try to brush it off the best you can.

“Why are you suddenly acting all weird and distant? Did I do something?”

You’re done creating crazy scenarios.

“You didn’t do anything.”

He still refuses to look at you and it’s not helping to clear his case.

“You can’t even look at me anymore.”

Your tone is bitter, and he removes his glasses, running a hand through his hair as he stands.

“It’s not what you think.”

“Then explain it to me because I don’t understand!”

It feels almost wrong not to have him look at you with the warmth he’s always held.

It’s driving you crazy trying to read him. He finally looks up. If you expect something, it isn’t the heat that’s now visible in those usually playful eyes.

“You trust me.”

His statement confuses you, but when he begins to move closer, you find yourself stepping back. He’s right next to you now and your back is against the wall.

“I shouldn’t do anything to deter that trust..”

You’re distracted by the way he’s now somewhat looming over you.

“I..I don’t understand..”

Of course you don’t.

You’d been unconscious when he shamelessly attacked you.

“Please just tell me what’s wrong, tell me how to fix it.”

He should be the one pleading right now. Not you. For your forgiveness.

“You can’t, because you’re not the one who broke anything. It was me.”

You’re still puzzled.

“I don’t-”

“I kissed you.”

That stops you cold.

“You fell asleep when we were watching that movie and you fell onto my shoulder. I just..I just wanted to kiss you. I took advantage of you while you were vulnerable and in my care.”

He looks ashamed and you feel for him. It was an innocent kiss. Then he’d basically run like some criminal. You would have laughed at his innocence had it not been for the very defeated look on his face.

“We’re both adults, you didn’t have to turn tail and run. Harrison, you've been helping me for months now. It’s normal to be confused about feelings. You don’t have to punish yourself.”

There’s a part of you that’s been hoping for this development, but it’s clear he’s not ready to approach such a relationship and you aren’t ready to lose the person in your life that you care most about. You’re completely willing to set aside your feelings to help accommodate him.

“I’m not confused.”

There’s a sense of determination in his eyes.

“At the time I was. But I’m not confused, not anymore.”

You can hardly believe it, there’s a part of you that still questions it.

“Maybe my obligation to you has extended into an emotional outlet, that is possible. Despite that, how I feel about you, this isn't some need to hold onto you because I feel like I have to protect. It’s more than that. This isn’t transference.”

Now you’re the one who looks unsure.

“Are you saying that you-”

“Yes. I have feelings for you.”

It’s the only thing that makes sense to him. It’s been so long since he even considered love for obvious reasons. When he set out, the plan was just to turn you into a hero.

Now, circumstances have changed.

He’s still too close, and when his hand touches your cheek, it’s as though you’ve forgotten that you need to breathe. His stare has you completely paralyzed. No one has ever looked at you that way. Not since that time. Harrison leans in cautiously. You feel as though you should do something, say something, but nothing feels right at the moment. Not until his lips lay gently against your own.

It’s a tender fleeting touch that’s gone just as quickly as it appeared. Harrison pulls away fully. You don’t say a word, you’re not sure what’s the right thing to say. Your face falls and Harrison feels guilt from the action. Both this time and the one before.

“You shouldn’t have done that..” You mutter.

Harrison has an apology set and ready, but you grab him by the collar of his jacket and spin him around, pressing him into the door. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise when your lips press insistently to his. For a moment he thinks this is a daydream. His hands are raised awkwardly, and you show no signs of relenting. When he feels you nibble on his lower lip it’s like the breaking point. 

His hand slides around your waist as he pulls you closer. A cute little moan escapes your lips and the heat of the sound rushes right through his body. He vaguely feels your hand pulling at his tie, and it slides right out of the collar, dropping to the floor. You pull back and he gasps. You basically rip his shirt open, the buttons clattering to the floor. Your hands move to the expanse of his very defined torso and your lips have gravitated to his neck. You’re leaving kisses at every part that you can.

Harrison isn’t sure what course of action to take. All he knows is that it feels amazing. His head falls back on the door as you continue your maddening ministrations. At the back of his mind he knows he should put a stop to this. He’s at work. This is definitely breaking every code of ethics and he’s the boss!

“(Y/N)...w-we need to stop..”

He’s breathless. It takes a moment for him to finally gain enough control to halt this before it goes too far. His shaky hands move to your shoulders and he regrettably pushes you back just a bit.

You’re breathing is a bit staggered for obvious reasons and his isn’t much better.

He looks at you to explain, but there’s a haze of desire reflected right back at him and he gulps. You look as though you want to devour him right there and he groans, pulling you back in as his lips come crashing down on your own. You moan in approval and Harrison stumbles as you try to guide him away from the door.

“The..couch..”

You mumble in between kisses.

He nods, following your lead. His shirt is still hanging open, his tie is somewhere in the room.

Harrison drops onto the couch, and you fall right into his lap. You’re both sitting upright, and his hands pull your thighs in an attempt to get you closer. You feel everything. All of him.

Sliding off your lab coat, you drop it uninterested. Harrison’s hands have gravitated to your hair and when he gives a soft tug, you moan.

He parts, looking at you.

“You liked that..”

You nod, a bit desperate.

“Y-Yes, do it again.” You insist.

His mouth slants over yours and he gives another pull as his tongue slides past your lips. You hold onto him, fingers running over his bare chest. You love the feel of smooth skin, doubled with just the right amount of muscle. It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

The minute you reach for his belt buckle he’s almost dying with anticipation. The sheer fact that you’re initiating this is driving him wild. He’s never felt this out of control before.

As faith would have it, it became clear that trying to get it on in a work environment was not the best choice.

You hear the sound of feet skating before you fully see who it is.

“Harrison I just wanted to check in on-”

Barry’s voice startles you both and you basically jump right out of Harrison’s lap.

Barry is standing there gaping and you clutch your blouse that you hadn’t even realized came undone.

“B-Barry!”

Harrison’s appearance leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is tousled, shirt open, jacket hanging off on one side. There’s a few faint marks along his neck. Barry turns around, somewhat mortified.

Harrison scrambles to his feet and you both look between each other.

It seems the jump to reality has cleared the fog of arousal on both sides.

Right about now you would very much like to evaporate. 

[alittlefrenchtree]

Curious Anon again! Sorry to send you so many asks but your mind is so interesting! You also said this on that ask about Taylor acting: "Taylor was so organic as Alex I was almost immediately on board with him. For me, it was everything to do with the sincerity and heart with which he played him, rather than being an award worthy performance or not. It wasn’t perfect but it was perfectly Alex so it was good. And I suspect the very few of my issues with it would fall on the directing and the editing of it rather than Taylor’s work". Could you please elaborate on how you suspect the few issues you have with Taylor's performance as Alex could fall on the directing and editing of the movie rather than Taylor's work please? I have my suspicions cause I've thought the same as well, but I would love to hear what you think.

Please don’t apologize I love these kind of questions 🙏 Thank you for asking them 💜

[yes, I did take photos of my screen with my phone because you can’t screenshot on prime video and I’m too lazy to find a cleaner solution]

The main moment I had in mind when I wrote this was the "Alex is so in love he could die" shot. Yeah, yeah I know. Let me explain before y'all jump in my inbox.

First time I saw this shot, I knew what the movie was trying to tell me but the message never reached me. And it was so weird because I was very much in tune with with Alex’s feeling at the moment. Karaoke!Henry was my Oh. moment about Henry and the moment I, too, fell a bit in love with him as well. So I was very much on board with the projet. And the worst part of it is I see everything Matthew and Taylor have done and why it has worked on most people.

I know how it supposed to contrast with how animated Alex’s face is in every other scene of the movie. And there, everything slow down, quiet down and he’s stunned by the weight of what he just realized. I know, and it’s there and yet it didn’t work on me. It never does actually. And to be honest, I don’t know what could have been made differently to reach me. But I think my issue isn’t with Taylor’s acting because, making Alex’s feelings for Henry very visible on his face isn’t an issue for me anywhere else in the movie. My best guess is that there is another take of this shot that was made for me but has been cut off and left on the floor of the editing room. But I don’t know what the directions given by Matthew were and sometimes, a scene doesn’t work also because of this. And given how many times I disagree with Matthew’s directing over the course of the movie, it wouldn’t be really surprising. 

Like in this?

Who even did the blocking of this scene? Why nobody saw this and said this look ridiculous? It doesn’t make any sense to me.

Same vibe for the reunion hug at Kensington. As soon as I heard "I’m coming to London tonight" I was SO HYPED. I wanted to feel everything with them and— the camera was set a million miles away from them in a very awkward angle and an unpratical setting that deflected most of the intensity of the scene for me?

I’m not sure what was the intention here. I guess there was the symbolism of the stairs with Alex climbing them and Henry running down to him and the parallel with the KP night scene and the idea of being a distant (un-allowed) witness to something very intimate and maybe the idea of making it a bit messy and not hollywoodish for realism? I also imagine Henry collapsing on Alex made more sense on stairs but— I don’t know. I would have been happier with a different setting.

So yeah, these are a few moments I didn't get the feeling(s) the movie was trying to make me feel but didn’t quite succeed certainly because of elements that weren’t related to the cast's work.

Anyway, thanks again for reading my posts so throughtfully and sending these asks, it was fun 💜

[scarabjewels]

HELTER SKELTER

The movie that epitomizes "women can be shit too, when given the chance"

I was watching so much of Final Girl Studios fil essays that I decided to watch a film recommendation from one of her videos.

To make it exciting, I watched it with my closest friends, blind to its content.

And by God, it was an EXPERIENCE.

First off, someone please put a warning on this film for the amount of sex scenes it was gonna have. Luckily, one of my friends were very open minded wuth these kinds of scenes, which is why we remained close friends. The rest were VISIBLY SHOCKED, WITH ME. I was flustered how pornesque the scenes went. As a result, we skipped a good amount of scenes.

Second, this is a great girl's night movie, where you can talk over it. The scenes are visually stimulating, and also pretty long with not much going on. The themes of "beauty is pain" too, is a great conversation starter.

Third, the fall of the main character and that NO ONE rooted for her was something I wanted depicted in media. I am all for feminism but I truly wanted misandry and misogyny gone from the direction of the picture and rather ingrained into a character, to create complexity and agency for them. I want equality in all depictions, including how anyone, regardless gender and their past, can be shitty and complicated. This was just the breath of fresh air. It was not this woman character OBVIOUSLY exploited for her sadness and insanity, it was about a person obessessed with her image and exploits herself, then goes insane when she is replaced.

The actual review now

Characters:

The main character, Lilico, is truly a very shitty complicated person, and so are the other characters in the story. The characters feel real, even when so many of the visuals are so campy. The character that I was disappointed with a lot because I thought she would break free from Lilico's grasp was her manager/assistant , Hada. She was manipulated by Lilico so much, r*ped by Lilico, and verbally and emotionally and PHYSICALLY abused by her . She was the one to leak the information about her plastic surgery and yet..the ending is that Hada wanted Lilico to need her. It is so fucked up.

I guess my favorite scene was when Hada was tasked by Lilico to cut Kozue's face, the younger natural beauty who replaced Lilico. Like Lilico, she was very much aware that her beauty is market value, the difference is that Kozue is unbothered by her own beauty and incredibly apathetic. Kozue gets confronted by Hada, as Hada shakes in nervousness, Kozue remains calm and apathetically tells Hada to get it over it, that she knows that she is replaceable.

She did not care about her so-called assets and is visibly bored with the world.

My opinions:

Lilico had misogynistic and misandrist views, she knew about her "market value": her superficial beauty that people obsess over. She is easily triggered by other women's fame and beauty, believing they are out to eliminate her. She throws fits of anger and treats everyone as helpers, subject to that abuse is Hada. She hated men and women, and only thought about herself. Extremely narcissistic and prone to severe bipolar tendencies, e.g super angry to super depressed.

I will say, that if Lilico was a male model, it would play out just as it was with Lilico's story. Again, keep in mind, if LILICO was a male model. Lilico is untalented and looked like a weird doll, and believed her time as that young sexy doll would not last long, therefore continously does reckless things to satisfy her unrational needs and wants. I would argue that in the same setting, such as the place and the society of Japan and their glamorized views of youth, a male model is no exception to that kind of explotation. An example is Björn Andresen, the model that set the standard of the beautiful blonde boy image we see in Japanese media. His looks were exploited to the degree of which he can barely recover.

Exploitation centring young beautiful people delves into the obsession of youth, many of which percieves as the highest form of prime in terms of age, especially women. Youth is perceived as beauty. Interestingly, when I read the manga of Helter Skelter, Asada, the detective investigating the deaths of young women's visceral suicides and their connection to a plastic surgery clinic, quotes this: " Youth is beautiful, but youth is not beauty. Beauty is more all-encomposing."

Overall, Helter Skelter provides a social commentary on the sewed in superficial views society has on beauty and youth, particularly on women. Themes of obessesion, self awareness, and apathetical acceptance are present. Depictions of narcissism as well as sexual assault are layed down clearly, all the while shows some complexity on behavior.

Campy and disturbing, GALORE.

[snek-panini]

At long last, I've finally finished a new book! And it's actually not a fanfic this time! This is a bind of Jules Verne's Around the World in Eighty Days. This was supposed to be my fourth book for Binderary, but I didn't finish it in time. Procrastination's a bitch. Fun fact: the first thing I ever bound was a public domain short story called The Machine Stops, but since it was the first it is...not a good skill showcase. This one is so much better. More pics and process talk under the cut!

Close-up of the cover, and a pic of the spine. The blue bits are cardstock, and brown ones are faux leather left over from when I bound Pray for Us, Icarus. The images and author's name are in black embossing ink. Something weird happened with the texture on these--the author's name came out nice and smooth and solid like always, but the stamped images have a bumpy texture to them and some leather visible through the powder. They were done with rubber stamps on an ink pad and the text was done with an embossing pen, so I think it's a difference in the ink. It's a nice texture though, so I don't mind. I had originally thought to put the title on the front, but I really liked both stamps and I like how it came out.

Top view and endpaper. I'm really pleased with how the case fits; that's been something I struggle with on a lot of projects and I think I'm finally getting it down. The endpapers are a floretine print that I bought from Hollander's and cut to size. They got a little wrinkled when I cased in, especially in the back. It's my first time working with this kind of paper and I used too much glue. I also tried stitching them to the text block this time, but I don't think I'll bother with that again. I didn't like how flimsy the single-sheet signature felt next to the thicker ones in the text block. Fun fact for those who've seen an adaptation of this story but not actually read it: there is actually no hot air balloon in the book, even though it's in all the adaptations. There was a movie made in the 1950s which added the balloon and it's been in every version since then.

Title page and chapter header. I've been saying for a while that I wanted to up my title page game, and I really love how this looks. The image here is a free vector pulled from Seekpng.com. It's the same image on both pages, the one on the chapter header is just smaller and in gray instead of black. I've also chosen a name for my bindery, largely because other people had names for theirs and I thought it was cool and wanted my own. It's Paper Snake Press, you can see it at the bottom of the text. I want a logo too but haven't gotten around to making one yet. 2d art is, uh. Still not a strength for me.

The text I used was pulled from Project Gutenberg. Typesetting it was and interesting experience, surprisingly different from typesetting fic. When I do fic I keep the editing very light, just really obvious things like misspelled characters' names and quotation marks that are flipped the wrong way, but it always needs something. This one didn't need any of that, which was nice. It also has way longer sentences and paragraphs than fic, and I thought that might be a product of its age, that writers just wrote longer sentences and were more verbose in 1873 than they are now. But then this week I started working on another fic that has the same features, from someone I've suspected for a while is a published author, so I wonder if it's actually a professional author thing instead of a shift in reading tastes over time. I'm not really going anywhere with this speculation, I just thought it was interesting.

I have two more works-in-progress printed and waiting. One is an author copy and just needs casing in, the other's in a halfway stage and has a lot to be done, so it might be a bit before I have more books to post. But there's a whole stack of things I've typeset that I'm waiting to print, so there are good things coming.

[writteninthesewalls28]

Between love songs and internet cruelties

A prequel to "between shards and "I love you"s

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 11 prompt.

Summary: Eris, Niall’s girlfriend, starts struggling with all the hate she gets from Niall's fans and when he finds out, he has a good strategy to cheer her up…

Warnings: mental health, cyber bullying

I heard Niall unlocking the door and quickly tried hiding my tears from him.

Because we are currently in a world wide pandemic and I worked as an elementary school teacher when I wasn´t singing, I was always home, day and night, every day of the week.

Which, obviously also caused lots of boredom from time to time.

And was there any better thing than reading mean comments about myself and crying?

Niall’s and mine relationship had become official just one week after we met. And the media immediately drew all their attention to us.

Two singers as a couple? That’s something new for them.

And then, there were the fans.

Of course not all of them were mean, but there just simply were some of them, who liked saying that I don’t deserve Niall and his love, that I'm not good enough for him.

Under a video of my performance at the iHeart Jingle Ball last December, I stumbled upon some newer comments, talking about me.

That I was fat, not worthy of love, ugly, too clumsy, weird, dressed too casual…

These comments hurt. They really did.

But if I'd tell Niall about this, he'd anyways just defend his own fans (that’s at least what I'd do if someone said something bad about mine) and wouldn’t believe me. It isn’t his fault anyways.

It probably is my fault because I started dating him in the first place. That´s also what makes living together with him for quarantine so hard, I get constant reminders that I don´t even deserve him, but am still around him for most of my time and have to play it off like everything is amazing.

"Hey baby!" Niall said, taking his bag off his shoulder and placing it on the kitchen counter. "I bought your favorite sweets for tonight! Did you decide for a movie yet? Please don´t let me go through the torture of another enemies-to-lovers story." he said, laughing to himself and still not looking at me. He´s focused on packing the food out of the bag.

Then I saw Chocolat chip cookies in his hands.

They don´t taste as good in the UK as they do back in the US, but it´s better than nothing to make me feel closer to home.

That´s exactly what I needed now, somehow Niall always knew it.

He turned to me and his face changed from happy to serious really quickly.

Great, you could still see that I had been crying. Why did I always cry so ugly anyways?

"Are you okay?" He said, sitting down on the chair next to me. I knew he wouldn´t accept a ´yes´, but I tried anyways.

"Don´t lie to me, I can pratically still see the tears on your cheeks." Niall never failed to make me laugh. "So, what´s going on? Did something happen, did I maybe do something wrong?" He gently touched my arm and stroked over it, to make me feel more comfortable, which actually somehow worked.

Without saying a word, I handed him my phone, where the comments were still visible. It was quite funny to watch to see Niall´s face turn more and more confused and shocked at the same time. He couldn´t believe it.

"First off, why are you reading this?" He asked, still staring at the comments in complete disbelief.

"I don´t know. I just came across it" I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from starting to cry again. "And I know, that I´m not the perfect girl for the fans… I don´t even know why this upsets me so bad." I tried explaining my sensitivity to Niall.

For a few seconds, I wondered, if he even heard me because he was still focused on the phone, but then he said something. "But you´re perfect to me. The fans can´t decide who I date or who I love. You are perfect for me Eris!"

A small smile appeared on my lips. Before I met Niall, I never knew how great words of affection could feel, but Niall was the inofficial king in making me feel better, just through words.

I understood why so many people find comfort in his music, it was truly amazing to listen to it.

"I´m definitely post about this on Instagram, they have to stop." Niall called out and then stood up, probably to get his own phone.

Just minutes later, you could find a new post on Niall´s official instagram, addressing the cyber mobbing against his girlfriend. He knew, not all of the fans were doing this, but the ones who were doing it, should stop. It´s wrong to hurt people like that and he actually thought it was something everyone knew by now.

I loved this man so much, he would never be able to know.

"Let me show you something." he then said, after posting the new text and stood up to grab his guitar from the sofa.

You never love yourself half as much as I love you

You never treat yourself right darling, but I want you to

If I let you know, I´m here for you

Maybe you´ll love yourself like I love you.

I immediately knew which song he was singing there, and quickly added the "You sing". The fans would´ve been proud of me.

I had little tears in my eyes and as soon as Niall was finished with singing, he gently wiped them away with his hand.

Yeah, the fans could say whatever they want, he was my man.

[davidlcki]

if ur down for Ken requests.......please lordy give me Ken on Ken pining (simu/ryan), maybe figuring out their rivalry is a poorly handled crush

always felt this way

pairing: ryan!ken x simu!ken

warnings: none i think! let me know if i missed anything though!

summary: after the events of the movie, ken realizes who he’s really had feelings for. very simple and short. i hope this makes sense it’s so hard to write two characters that have THE SAME NAME. anyways enjoy!

words: 719

learning to exist without being under the gaze of barbie was hard. it was a change he wasn’t prepared for and for a while, he was just going with the motions. his rivalry with ken kind of just, ended. now there was no one for him to compete for, which he was beginning to realize was the entire basis of their rivalry.

he saw ken every single day while at the beach. he couldn’t understand why he was still bothered by him. his stupid hawaiian tshirts and competitive attitude put a twinge in his stomach that he couldn’t quite place.

he felt embarrassed, and didn’t have much interest in talking to anyone else, so he was rarely at the beach during the day anymore. he’d go out at night, sit down in the sand, and try to do what barbie said. ‘find out who he really was’.

“but, how do i do that?” he spoke aloud into the night. to his surprise, there was an answer.

“do what?” ken’s voice radiated from behind him and caused him to jump in fear.

“jesus! hey, ken” he turned away from him, feeling that familiar feeling in his chest that he still just couldn’t place.

“i notice you come down here all the time at night nowadays. why?” ken sits down next to him and he could feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. there it was again, that weird feeling.

“why do you care? aren’t we like, rivals?”

“ken, i’m worried about you. since barbie, you know.”

he looked over at him, and for once that smug smile was wiped off his face and replaced with something he could only see as worry.

“i’m… yeah, i’m fine. it’s nothing. just, less busy here at night.” ken has to look away from the piercing gaze of his dark brown eyes.

“ken.”

hesitantly, he looks back over. he could almost physically feel the shift in the air.

“we’re not rivals. i care about you, okay? i just- i don’t know how… how to show it.”

now, ken was starting to realize what he meant. for a while, he didn’t know what to say. this was a complete change in perspective for him, he needed a second to evaluate his feelings. to evaluate- well- his entire life. the feelings he held down away from any light, the feelings he held so deep down, he hardly realized it was there. he was starting to notice that his feelings of love for the other man were mistaken as hate and jealousy. he wondered if this had anything to do with his owner in the real world.

the clearing of kens throat brought him back to reality.

“i’m sorry- if that was weird of me to say. i just meant that-”

ken wasn’t thinking anymore. he just knew he needed to express how he really felt, or he was afraid he’d never get the chance again. in one blink of an eye, kens lips were on his. it was clunky, and new, and nerve wracking, and everything inbetween. their teeth clashed at the force at which ken had dove in, but neither of the men minded. the kiss didn’t last long, but for them, it felt like eternity. when ken pulled away, his eyes were blown wide, the icey blue color hardly visible as he stared into ken’s dark ones, searching for any reaction to his sudden kiss. he was beginning to get nervous as the other man simply stated back at him, lips slightly parted and cheeks tinted bright pink, a strand of perfect black hair now fallen over his forehead. ken opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, to say something he hadn’t quite figured out yet, but he was cut short by the large grin of the other ken.

“i didn’t know you felt the same.” his words caused immense relief over ken. a relief hed never felt before. somehow, in an instant, all of the stress and worry over barbie and all the things he was so unsure of were blown away. a smile crossed his lips. a true smile. he brushed that strand of black hair from kens forehead and ran his hand down to intertwine his fingers with the other mans.

“i think… i think i’ve always felt this way.”