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cynopcis · 1 year

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buy me coffee?

pairing: hq!atsumu x reader

Atsumus's eyes widen as he spots you through the window of the cafe you were supposed to meet at hours ago.

Classic atsumu, he forgot, again.

He frantically enters through the glass doors and removes his cap with shaky hands. he stands still in front of your table as you type in your laptop.

As he expected, you refuse to acknowledge his overwhelming presence, your eyes glued to your screen and your focus on him through your peripheral vision. in reality, ever since you saw his big coat briefly, you've already started typing incoherent sentences full of nonsense.

Atsumu sighs, he feels bad he does, he takes the seat in front of you and fiddles with the lid of one of the cups on your table. he takes note of its weight and how you probably ordered it for him, expecting him to come.

He tries to grab your hand but you slap it away. he flinches. you don't feel bad. he stares at you. you stare at him and sigh.

"We agreed to meet at 3:00 PM, as it was the time most agreeable for both of us, I'd be finished with classes for the day and you'd be finished with training, and you promised that you wouldn't do extra."

"I know, let me explain-"

"Shut up."

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose and type whatever on your laptop again. The screen is full of words made up of words stuck together to make incorrigible sentences. Somehow, it perfectly encapsulates the state that you are in at the moment.

click clack click

It takes you about 30 seconds to start talking again, Atsumu waits patiently, taking the hint that you want to express your frustrations first before hearing him out.

"My original goal was to finish this paper last night," you sigh, hitting the delete key multiple times, "but I decided that I'll finish it tomorrow since I wanted to look nice for once and not look like a walking zombie for today's date."

"You look incredible every day."

You ignore his flattery that tries to deescalate your bad mood, "And I made time because I really fucking miss you and I was actually going insane because of this stupid essay, and I spent half of my allowance on overpriced coffee for two but it went to waste because you didn't fucking show up."

"I can pay-"

You start keyboard smashing, "That's really not the point, atsumu."

click clack click

"The point is you have thrown me off the loop," your lips start to wobble, "I was supposed to finish this tomorrow but now I'm almost done with it AND we were supposed to have a nice date and take cute pictures but you decide to show up 5 hours later."

Corcodile tears start forming on your waterline. Alarmed, Atsumu stands up and kneels beside you, wiping away your tears with his handkerchief.

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"You didn't even text or call," you sniff, "didn't even inform me about this change of plans."

"I'm sorry baby," he takes your hand in his and rubs circles against your skin, "I've been so tired of training and helping Samu out in his shop that I lost track of the date and time. I know that's a shit excuse but that's what happened and all I can do now is make it up to you."

"But I'm tired too," you say softly, and it breaks his heart to see you slowly blinking, "but I still make time for you every day, I still squeeze you into my schedule. Stem is literally kicking my ass every day but I still do everything to compromise for you. Asshole."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he pulls you in for a hug and plants a kiss on the top of your head, "I'll do my best to make it up to you, I'm sorry for not being the best boyfriend ever."

"Well," you say through sniffles, "it's good that you're at least self-aware I guess."

Click clack click

"Mhm," Atsumu stops your hand, "Stop that you might delete something important."

"Will you stay with me until I finish this?" you aren't really asking.

"I'll stay with you until class tomorrow."

"You'll stay over?"

"If you'll have me."

You act like you're thinking about it for about five seconds. In reality, you can't help but forgive Atsumu way before he even arrived. Your brain came up with multiple excuses for him all the while you're heart was starting to hurt really badly. You just can't resist.

"Buy me a coffee?"

"Of course," he loosens his hold on you and kisses your cheek, "the usual?"

"Yes."

#i am not a coffee drinker but i've been consuming it like its water #stem girlies rise <3 #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq atsumu #atsumu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #atsumu angst #atsumu fluff

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darling-miaxoxo · 1 month

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Would love it if you wrote filthy smut for alma (and angelique too because who doesn’t love her)

jealousy --> lust

a/n: this shit filthy asf. yes ik this took me a long long time. happy new year, merry christmas. :) and btw, reader is BUFF, like BUFF and kinda mommy if it weren't for the fact that shes a sub 👀 btw @notmanagingmymischief, not really proud proud but it's good enough for me :3 warnings: nsfw/smut (threesome, inappropriate use of magic, enchanted strap on, pet play, mistress kink, mommy kink, magical lube, praise kink, degradation kink, double penetration, bondage, dubious consent, brainwashing, etc), jealousy, slight angst, fluffy aftercare, biting, gentle bath tub sex.

ship: sub!reader x dom!angelique bouchard x dom!alma peregrine

fandom : mphfpc, dark shadows summary: you come back from a long trip from Japan and when you come back, you find that another woman has made her way into the loop.

Your fingers typed on the laptop, finally finishing your work up for the last time. You sighed as you clocked out, the screen showing "Work in Japan now completed. You may now return to Wales." You sighing as you smiled, closing your laptop and packing your things.

You had booked a flight to Wales. Its been 2 years since you last saw them. Your peculiarity was that you could summon anything you want/need with a snap of your fingers.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ time skip

It was currently the next day. You had packed your stuff, it was 4:00 AM and you were currently in the airport, waiting for your flight to start boarding. You decided to take some pictures for the memories, smiling as your passport had the stamp from Japan. You waited until 4:30 for boarding. Once it did happen you went inside the plane as you waited for the flight to take off. Scrolling on your phone as they made the announcement.

You sighed as you turned on airplane mode, starting to play some offline games, looking outside the window, luckily you booked the seat, you hated aisle seats, people were always hitting your hand.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cut to when you're in wales

You get off the ferry, paying the driver a bit of an extra amount of money, considering you wouldn't be using it anymore. Your backpack and your sling bag on your body as you walk towards the loop. You look at your watch and find that the time is 10:00 AM. That took an awful amount of time.

You walk towards the loop entrance as you look around you to see if anyone's watching. Once you find that the coast is clear you enter the loop, hearing a loud pop in your ears. You forgot about how loud the pop was.

The dark sky suddenly changed into a bright and beautiful sky. The sun is shining brightly as you put on some black shades. You hated the heat, as you had got used to the cool in Japan. When it was summer, you hated to go outside. You sighed as you walk towards the house as your black flats made a click-clack noise on the pavement.

You make your way to the house as you knock on the door. Fiona opens the door as she gasps and hugs you suddenly. "Y/n!! Where have you been?" She asked, you smiled as you responded happily, taking off your shades.

"Japan darling. No need to worry. Where's Miss Peregrine dear?"

Fiona smiled as she grabbed your hand and led you inside. You smiled as you followed her lead, looking around the house, you saw many portraits that weren't there before, you were smiling at that. Fiona led you outside, you squinting as you put on your shades, as you smiled when you spotted Miss Peregrine, the smile faltering, as your jaws clenched.

"Well Alma. It seems we meet again."

You said in your work voice (which was stern and deep) as you fake smiled, and looked at the blonde woman next to her. She seemed mysterious.

"Ah. Y/n. I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

Alma had said to you. You and Alma had an interesting relationship, one day you slept together in the.. sexual sense and then the next she ignored you. You glanced at the woman next to Alma, she looked pretty at least.

"You don't seem happy to see me."

Your brow raised, your voice was deep, a tang of jealousy in your voice, your voice cold and mean, as Alma looked up at you. You were a bit shorter than her but, your heels made you 3 inches taller. Which made you smirk as you look down at Alma.

"Anyway, this is Angelique. She arrived a few weeks ago."

Alma introduced you to the blonde woman, you put your hand out for her to shake, your black leather crop top jacket hanging, making you look a bit intimidating, as Angelique was a bit hesitant to shake your hand but shook it anyway.

"Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.

You introduced yourself. Your smile widening as she shakes your hand. Her handshake was firm, which was good in terms of business of course.

"Angelique Bouchard. Nice to meet you. Alma has told me wonderful things about you."

She said, a look of jealousy in her eyes for some reason. You removed your shades as your eyes tried to open without closing. The bright sun got in your eyes.

"My apologies, I'm not used to bright sun anymore."

You said, your hair reflecting against the sun in the most beautiful of ways. You put your shades back on as Angelique eyed your Gucci sling bag.

"Do you mind if I stay for a while Alma darling?"

You questioned Alma, a smirk on your face as Alma nodded, her not having a choice as she couldn't give away your room, as your room had posters that were way too inappropriate for children.

You grinned and went inside as you went back to your old room, the posters still in because you had glued it to the wall, taking off your leather jacket and hanging it in your closet, revealing your white tank top as you decided to lift some weights, trying to get stronger so that you could beat your personal best of 30 kilograms.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cut to afternoon

Fiona called you, saying that it was time to eat as you smiled. Pausing your work out routine as you went down only in your tank top, your biceps in sight as alma took one look at you and almost drooled at how good you looked.

As Alma gave the command to eat, you started to, carefully eating slowly to not make a mess and to chew properly. The children talking about their day as Angelique just glared at you, you glaring back as Angelique stopped. Then you were caught off-guard when one of the children asked what you did away.

Alma was quick to respond with a quick glare which made the child stop asking. You nodded, swallowing your food as you responded.

"Well, I went to Japan for work dear. I had to make deals with clients. It was fun."

You said, finishing your food as you carefully excused yourself and placed your plate in the sink, going up to your room, you had taken off your heels and instead wore shoes with stockings. You went inside your room as you just continued your work out, lifting 15 kilogram weights like it was nothing.

Alma came in, closing the door behind her and calling your name.

"Y/n dear, the children and I are going on the daily walk and Angelique is staying home. I want you to stay home and I want you to get to know her. Understand?"

Alma commanded in a stern tone. Her stoic face symbolised that she was serious. You chuckled a bit as you haven't seen her this commanding since you slept with her.

"And what if I don't?"

You teased as you stood up and looked up at her.

"Then I'll punish you. You wouldn't want that would you? Or are you a dirty slut?"

Alma said, her tone stern as you blush at the filth coming out of her mouth. You nodded slowly as you went back downstairs going past her smirking face.

You went downstairs as Emma looked at you and waved before leaving with the other kids. You sat down on the couch and continued to read a book.

When the children left, Angelique came up to you and sat next to you. She asked what book you were reading and you told her Murder on the orient express. She suddenly got closer to you.

"Well, Alma told me a lot about you. More specifically, about how much of a slut you are in bed."

Angelique whispered to you, you blushed quickly at the degradation. Angelique smirks as she suddenly pushes you down on the couch, licking your ear.

"A-Angelique, wouldn't the kids see? Even if they're on their daily walk what if they come home early?"

You stuttered as Angelique smirked and bit your neck, leaving lovebites all over it. You whimpered and groaned as she bit your pulse.

"Well then, don't be so loud."

Angelique whispered as she covered your mouth and continued roughly biting and tugging on the skin on your neck. You gasped and whimpered as her sinful ministrations manipulated your pleasure.

You gasped as she found your pulse. She bit on it and licked the bite mark. You whimpered submissively as Angelique teased you.

"Please.. Please Angelique... Please.. please just fuck me.."

You begged, Angelique smirking, you gasped as Alma suddenly barged in. She was a panting mess as she smirked. Angelique got off you.

"My my, some one started without me."

You gulped, you were shocked when Alma came close and kissed you, you whimpered as she slipped her tongue in your mouth, whimpering as Angelique smirked, kissing your neck from the side, sucking and biting, creating hickeys.

"mmph~!"

You whimpered, Alma pulling away as she smirks..

✰ cut to later ✰

You were on their bed, naked as your neck was filled with love bites, your eyes squinting as you saw Angelique applying a magical lube to both their strap ons. You gulped as you felt Alma blindfolded you. "A-Alma.."

"Oh don't worry, you'll enjoy it sooner or later."

She replied in a nonchalant voice, you felt something weird.. like something was tying you up..

"I forgot to tell you, Angelique has magic."

Alma whispered to you, you were shocked.. you squealed when Angelique had tied you up to the bed with her magic, you tried to move your wrists but it was no use. Alma chuckled as she slowly went inside you.

"Fuck!!!!!!!~"

You moaned loudly, it felt like she was wearing a 9 inch strap.

"Hun, we're not even 3 inches in."

Your eyes widened, how did it feel so.. long?... And rough... "Such a slut, aren't you? A dumb slut who can't even take 2 inches without screaming." Angelique teased, degrading you even more.

"H-how- how?!.."

You questioned, Alma chuckling and responding with 2 words. "The lube."

Fuck.. it felt so good.. just.. wanna.. be.. cum..dump..

Alma then just started to pound in you, rough and hard as you moan loudly, gripping the sheets, fuck.. her vigorous fucking was turning you on more! Angelique then slowly inserted her strap in your asshole, causing her to gasp in shock at how tight you were.

"Mmph!!!~ Fuck!!!"

You moaned, Alma had moaned partially loud when you had clenched your pussy, you then starting to clench more as she moaned in your ear, Angelique starting slow as she gets you used to the feeling of the strap.

"Fucking hell!!!!"

You moaned loudly as Alma and Angelique had started to pound into you at the same speed, Alma hitting your g-spot rigorously.

You whimpered as Angelique attached a collar to you, tugging on the leash attached as her boobs suffocated your face. You started to slowly suck on her breasts as a calming way to try and avoid the rigorous thrusting that came from both Alma and Angelique.

✰cut to later✰

You were sore, legs and arms numb as Alma and Angelique took off the blindfold, smiling. Alma kissed your neck one more time as Angelique carried you to the bath. You whimpered as the hot water calms down your nerves.

Alma cooed, applying some medication onto your love bites. Angelique bathed you, applying shampoo as she massaged your head, her hands felt so nice. You purred as Alma has started to medicate your love bites. Alma then started to insert her fingers in your sore hole, going at a slow and sensual pace.

Alma continued to thrust, letting you reach your high as she lets you ride her fingers as well. Alma smiled before starting to wash your private parts. They then washed off the soap as they put the towel on you, drying you off. They then put silk pyjamas on you, carrying you to bed as they lay down beside you. Angelique kissed your forehead as she allowed you to nap peacefully.

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #lesbian #angelique bouchard x reader #angelique bouchard #dark shadows #wlw #wlw ns/fw

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somehow-a-human · 2 months

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The Ineffable Timeline of Season 2

Friday on Whickber street & The Final Fifteen.

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

Monday - Tuesday - Wednesday - Thursday - Friday

We've done it besties! We've reached the day of reckoning! Sadly! Okay, We only see a small piece of Friday, but let's still take a look at the timeline that we're shown.

Crowley's sideburns are long for the entirety of Friday so we won't be denoting them in the individual scenes. The illustrated bible is also closed for the entirety of Friday/Episode 6.

Friday aka Episode 6 aka Everyday

8:00 (Estimated time) - Crowley Muriel and the Archangels arrive back to the bookshop from Heaven. It is the next morning on Whickber Street.

Heaven and Hell Confront the duo in the bookshop and Gabriels memories are returned. When they realize Maggie and Nina are present, Crowley takes them out of the bookshop. This is the first time we get a good sense of what time it might be.

8: 30 (Estimated time) - Nina says "I was supposed to be open half an hour ago." We've previously seen her arrive at 6:47 to prepare open the coffee shop. Let's guess maybe she opens at 7-8 ish am. So maybe it's, what, 8:30?

9:00 (Estimated time) - The Ineffable Bureaucracy is revealed, Michael makes their threats against Aziraphale, and meanwhile The Metatron orders a coffee from Nina. It's now maybe 9am. The metatron reveals himself and sends away the Archangels, then invites Aziraphale for a chinwag to discuss returning to Heaven.

9:15 (Estimated time) - Nina and Maggie emotionally compromise disaster puppy Anthony J Crowley by convincing him he should confess his feelings to Aziraphale.

9:25 (Bookshop clock) - We FINALLY get a clear time shot of the clock! Aziraphale relays The Metatrons offer (veiled threat), Crowley's confession, no nightingales, and yes the kiss.

Crowley leaves the bookshop.

Small time jump here. Did time jump or did the final 15 start at 9:25 and end at 9:40 and the bookshop clock is not a functional clock so the hands didn't move throughout the scene, and were just positioned to reflect the time passed after the scene was through? Because I think the second thing may be something people don't consider enough.

9:40 (Bookshop clock) - The Metatron comes back, and Aziraphale follows him to the elevator. Crowley is waiting at the Bentley, and watches as Aziraphale leaves. Then Crowley drives off. Gonna-fuck-shit-up smile Aziraphale, resolute Crowley.

-end episode, and season 2-

well. well. well.

Shall we talk conclusions?

I think in summation, I pretty much disagree with the idea that what is shown is "out of order" or not continuous. Look maybe I'm just so wrong but everything seems to me to follow a very clear path and story line. Are there some weird bits where the very prominently featured clock shifts hours at a time? yes. Do Crowley's sideburns inexplicably change length between scenes, when they were perfectly capable of being kept to a consistent length during season 1? yes. Are there large gaps of time where a lot could be happening that we simply are not shown? yep.

I think if I've read any theories I liked, the time-loop ones are most interesting to me. I think there is definitely an angle to consider given we know Crowley has the power to manipulate time and we see him use it this season on Mr. Dalrymple. We can then assume some other powerful angels/demons must have a similar ability? Coupled with the fact that season 2 insanely closely mirrors The Tales of Hoffmann, and I highly encourage you read this post by @noneorother to see all of their magnificent details. But to VERY briefly summarize, the big baddie Lindorf, who mirrors The Metatron, traps Stella, the character who mirrors our sweet Aziraphale, in a time-loop in one of the minisodes to separate her from Hoffmann, who mirrors Crowley, and eventually gets her to return to Heaven. I mean...

Do I have to even say it?

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens meta #michael sheen #david tennant #good omens theories #good omens 2 #good omens clock #ineffable idiots #aziracrow #gomens #good omens fandom #aziraphale x crowley

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tgammsideblog · 6 months

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Summaries for episodes on December!

Friday, Dec. 1 The Ghost and Molly McGee “White Christmas/Perfect Day” (8:00-8:30 p.m. EST) “White Christmas” – Scratch stresses about getting Molly the perfect gift, while Molly crafts a winter wonderland for the seniors. “Perfect Day” – Determined to have the perfect day, Molly asks Scratch to cast a time-loop curse so she can fix every mistake when her day keeps going wrong Source: https://www.dgepress.com/disneybrandedtelevision/pressrelease/december-2023-programming-highlights/

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #tgamm season 2 #Tgamm news

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caffeinemachine · 9 months

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The Girl Next Door - Part 1

A/N: Part 1! This part is really just to give you a clue into their relationship right now, as the following parts will be about the shifting in their dynamic! Hehe, I'm so excited for this series! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Series Chapter:

Prologue | Part 1

Jeremiah Fisher x OC! Isabella Sullivan

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Ella Sully <3

8:03 AM

J: You guys on your way?

E: 👍

just left Cambridge and stopped for coffee quick

J: 😊 See you soon then Sully

E: see you soon Fisher

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I was sat on their front porch by 9:30. Realistically they shouldn’t be getting here until 9:45-10:00 but with the way the Sullivans drive, I knew they could be arriving any minute. At 9:38 I watched as the Range Rover pulled into their rocky driveway. My face instantly lit up. The car was barely in park when she opened the door and ran to me. Her arms flew around my neck as I grabbed her in my arms and spun her around.

We held onto each other tightly before I put her down, truly staring into her eyes for the first time this season. She looked a little different than when I last saw her, although that was just around winter break. In the past 6 months, she had lost a little baby fat from her cheeks, gained some new freckles, had grown her hair out and got it freshly highlighted, and her hazel eyes looked extra green today.

“Well hello, Isabella.” I grinned down at her, arms still looped around her.

Her eyes glistened, “Well hello, Jeremiah.” If possible my smile grew, as I picked her back up into the air making her squeal.

“I'm so happy you're here, I can’t wait for this summer!” I placed her feet back on the ground, and this time when I looked at her something shifted, our stare intense, the air between us thick. Suddenly I became aware of just how close I was holding her. I scanned her face, unable to help myself when my eyes lingered on her lips a beat extra. I could always read my Ella, but the look on her face right now was new, and it stumped me.

“Jeremiah!” Spell broken. Begrudgingly I let Ella go to hug her mother. The older woman squeezed me tightly. My arms dropped as she moved back from me, her hand going to cup my cheeks.

“Wow, I think you’ve actually gotten taller since I last saw you! My my what a handsome young man you’ve turned into, don’t you agree Ella?” I smirked as Ella blushed from her mom's comment.

Her eyes went wide as she laughed, “Mom!”

I gave my best puppy dog's eyes, teasing her,” What you don't agree I’m handsome Ella?” She just scoffed as she grinned back at me playfully.

“That’s not important, but I know you well enough to know it's important I don't add any more fuel to your ego.” We all chuckled, and I saw her mom giving us a loving look out of the corner of my eye.

“Let me help you guys carry in your bags!”

After bringing all their bags inside, Ella and I went to her room. I plopped on her bed while she put her things away.

“So where's your dad?” I asked curiously.

She glanced over her shoulder at me before continuing to put her clothes in her drawers, “He’s driving out next weekend, he has a conference in Boston this week.”

“Cool,” A comfortable silence stretched between us, “So, surfing?” She paused what she was doing, turning around to me as she leaned against her dresser. A smile graced her beautiful features, what a sight to see. I wondered if she smiled like this for other people or maybe just maybe her smile was something I got just for myself. Maybe I was the only one with the privilege of sharing a moment of such pure happiness with her. I could only wish.

“Oh yeah.”

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Post-ocean was my favorite time to see her. Her hair was gorgeously curly from the salt water, her cheeks tinged pink from the sun, and her freckles glowed across her face. We laid down on a towel, catching our breath from surfing before we trekked back up to the house. I turned to my side to face her, prompting her to do the same. I pushed the hair that fell while she did so behind her ear.

“I'm so happy it's summertime, I missed you, Elle.” Her expression stayed at a relaxed state but the corners of her eyes creased a little extra.

“I missed you too J.” I smiled. Only she ever called me that, and even she did it only once and a while.

I lay back flat and she scurried over to put her head on my chest. I could stay here forever- “Should we head back to your house, I still need to say hello to everyone.” It seemed she didn't have the same idea though.

If I’m being honest, I'm growing tired of having to hide my love for her, tired of not being able to pull her that couple inches closer to me, tired of her not being mine.

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After a hello filled with a lot of hugs, Ella went home to shower before her mom and her came over for dinner like always. We all sat around the table, catching up on the past few months as we ate my moms cooking. After dinner Ella came upstairs to my room while I got ready for the bonfire. She came over ready, and was now just waiting for me, Steven and Conrad. She scrolled on her phone before flicking her eyes up to me. I held two shirts up to her, “Blue or Gray?”

She took a moment to truly consider it, her expression serious. “Blue, makes your eyes sparkle, it’ll boost you up with the ladies.” She gave me animated wink, giggling a bit.

I scoffed lightly trying my best to fake a smile, but nodded curtly following her word without question, blue shirt it was. Then I put my hands on the edge of the bed beside each of her legs, leaning in grinning, “You like my eyes?”

She fueled the fire, grabbing the sides of my face and staring straight at me with a smile, “Yes you were blessed with gorgeous baby blues Jere.” I laughed and backed away to strip off my current shirt to slip on the one she chose. I smiled to myself when I caught her lingering on my abs for a moment. Heat blossomed in my chest. I can’t blame her, I looked different than last summer but based on the sight of her in her bikini earlier, so did she.

“Ell-”

Just then Steven came running through my doorway, “You guys ready?” Ella perked up jumping off my bed and out the door. I huffed, should be a fun night.

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Who the hell was that?

I stood with some guys I've known from over the years, a can of soda in hand, DD for the night. But while I stood there, Ella sat on a towel in the sand near the fire with some guy. Some guy. Not me.

“-Jeremiah? Ello, earth to Jeremiah?” I regained focus looking at my buddies who laughed at my distracted state.

I glanced back at Ella, my Ella, I couldn't take it anymore, "I’ll be back.” I walked straight to her, paying no mind to the annoyed grunts and protests coming from behind me. The guy she was sitting with spotted me coming toward them first. I took Ella by surprise when I plopped down next to her in the sand, my arm immediately going around her shoulders.

“Wha- Oh hey J!” She melted into my side once she realized it was me. My eyes looked at her briefly, flashing a smile, before my face went straight and I stared down this random ass boy.

“Hello Sunshine, and who are you?”

The guy seemed displeased by the situation unfolding in front of him, “I’m Finn, if you don't mind Ella and I were-”

I stopped him before he could even start, because I frankly didn’t give a fuck what he was going to say, “Alright Finn, thanks for keeping my girl company for me, see you around, maybe, probably not.” He looked at Ella for a moment but when she made no objection he got up and walked away huffing as he went.

I stayed silent, the reality that Ella might be super pissed for the stunt I just pulled dawning on me. Then she grabbed my face repositioning our spots on the towel so that we were face to face instead of side to side. Our eyes connected, and she pulled me towards her quickly, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. I had no time to process..is Ella about to kiss me? What should I do- well kiss her back obviously- but wait where is this coming from-

“Mwah!”

My cheek. Oh. She kissed my cheek.

“Thank you! Oh my gosh, he was such a douche! You know when we were little I hated how easily you could read me, but now it's like my own secret weapon to save me from situations I don’t wanna be in. Oh, and faking the ‘my girl’ card? Genius! Nothing seems to shut a guy up quicker than finding out she has a boyfriend. You put on a good act. Where were you even that you saw me? I couldn't see you?”

Her arms had dropped to rest on my shoulders. I didn’t know what to say. I should just tell her the real reason I came over.

“Elle I-”

Blue and red lights flashed in my vision.

Cops.

Fuck.

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maxknightley · 1 year

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So, as it happens, 2022 was an absolute goddamn nightmare of a year for me - on top of losing my job, both my boyfriend and I have a bunch of unexpected medical expenses that came at basically the worst conceivable time. I’m currently looking for long-term work, but in the meantime, I’m hoping to bring a bit more money in by doing music commissions!

As of this writing (January 4th, 2023), my standard rate for commissions is $30 per minute of finished music - a thirty-second piece would run you $15, a two-minute piece would cost $60, and so on. There’s also a small surcharge of $5 if you need the track to loop cleanly. In the past, I’ve written opening themes for podcasts, songs for video game soundtracks, leitmotifs for particular OCs, and more - as far as I’m concerned, no project is too big or too small!

The above audio file includes samples from various pieces I’ve worked on over the past couple of years; if you want to listen to more of my work, feel free to check out the “my music” tag on this blog.

0:00 - Selection from "Bleed Red"

0:38 - Eidolon DAFT Opening Theme - "Biological Intelligences Organize Systems"

1:31 - Theme from World of Assassination

2:28 - Battle Craze!! OST - Selection from "Your Contempt, Our Strength"

3:03 - Selection from "The Temple That Has Become a Mausoleum"

If you’re interested in commissioning a piece, feel free to DM me, shoot me an ask, or email [email protected] and I can get in touch. And if not, reblogs and word of mouth are also a tremendous help!

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parental-unit-of-chaos · 1 year

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Clark and Kon react to Autistic Reader.

[Teen Titans (2003-2011) #10]

So, you can 100% blame me staying awake at 02:40 because I can't stop cackling like a crow being waterboarded on @gatorbites-imagines and his/it's/xyrs kyrtontian's purring at a frequency that humans can't hear headcanon. I'm autistic, and I hear shit on the other side of the building, sometimes on a different floor.

Cw: Swearing, idk else, unhinged/ blunt replies ( R giving).

__Clark Kent__

Clark having his super hearing, I feeling like he hears distracting noises constantly but feels like he can't say anything about them.

So when he hears a frustrated voice say,' Can we please fix that god damn janitor's closet door on the floor under us!? It squeaks all day'.

Clark is shooketh, I don't put it past him thinking you are possibly kryptonian. Like he did with Shazam. Probably try to phish out info to see, but bad at being subtle.

'Why do you keep bringing up Superman??', 'Oh.. Well I mean, he is this City's hero'. You probably read his inquiring wrong, and believe he thinks your SuperMan.

'The reason has to why my hearing is above average, is because my autism makes me more sensitive to sounds. I promise you, I'm not Superman. I could not live comfortably with such a jarring unpredictable schedule.' , you word vomited, pitching the bridge of your nose.

'Oh.. uh I'm sorry if I made you upset', the more exhausted tone reminded him of Bruce a lot, when he bugged him too much. 'Its fine, just so many people make jokes about it. It can get old fast.'

Basically the mf would be balanced between panic and false hope of finding a relative he could keep on earth.

__Kon-el Kent__

I feel like he's got so use to no one being able to hear his purring, he doesn't care to suppress them. At times when he's to lazy to do this hair himself, he gets one of his friends to do it. Not worried.

He just enjoys the comforting feeling and begins to pur away. For the sake of it, let's say Tim was the victim of doing Kon's hair.

Tim would be the first to notice you walking around the common room, looking like you are going insane looking for something. Kon not really caring has he doesn't see it has important.

'Did you lose something?', Tim questioned, pausing shortly from combing Kon's hair. 'There is a sound and I don't know where it's coming from', you kept walking around the room listening.

Tim would try to reassure that you'll get use to the sounds of building, the more you stay. At some point, you walk over to where they were on the couch, and figured out it's coming from kon. 'The sound, it's coming from you!?'.

Kon would be so confused and Tim would be too, for different reasons. Tim doesn't hear it, Kon is not sure if you're referring to him purring or not.

'Huh?', 'You, it's coming from you. It sounds like a rumble or some shit'. Well fuck, he can't really play that off. 'You're not suppose to be able to hear it..', his tone resembling that of Oz media reading a cursed post.

'Hear what, exactly?', Tim feeling more like a third wheel in the conversation and wanting to be in loop. 'Kryptonian's have an organ that can make a sound, the best way I can describe it in human experience is a cat pur. But, we can only hear it.', Kon tries to summarize.

Tim would be the one that's extra, and suggest a DNA analysis. 'Tim I assure you, my mom used the excuse of popping me out of her, far too much for me of too be found in a capsule.', you then explained the autistic symptoms you have. Sensitivity to sounds being one of them.

This dose not stop Kon from jokingly referring to you has his sibling from now on. Which would confuse everyone that wasn't there to hear this interaction. Kon being Kon, he wouldn't explain it anyone, because he feels like that would ruin the joke.

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Ha ha ha, it's 04:30 and I get up at 05:00. This is gonna fun.. but at least my dad feeds my caffeine addiction by giving me offerings of energy drinks, in hopes to encourage my autistic brain to be okay with doing the dishes, and other medial tasks.

#Crow!Writes #conner kent #clark kent #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #this is my first attempt at bullet point fanfic style.#autistic reader

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oldmanmarlinsnatcher · 5 months

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Growing Pains

"Haha, yeah, yeah, little girl, I see it. I’m not desensitized to that smell yet.

It is truly adorable sometimes. She learned the hard way months ago that asking for a diaper change would keep her in her used diaper longer. She learned, especially quickly, not to ask for a diaper change before bed. Her cute solution? Every day she presents her dirty bottom to me in the hopes that it will get the ball rolling on her diaper change routine.

Even though I keep reminding her that this is just her life now, she still hasn’t gotten used to the feeling that accompanies being in a poopy diaper, unfortunately. It’s odd too, considering how much she obviously doesn't like having her diapers changed, given the constant whining and crying that accompanies each change. I guess she figures she’s trading one evil for a lesser one. But then again, that was always the case...

"Ugh, my boss is such an idiot. If I got fired from this job tomorrow, I wouldn’t even bat an eye."

“If you get fired, then you can just be my baby full-time".

“Fine by me. I’d rather that than the alternative”.

For the past four months, she’s been eating those words. We’d been using diapers to spice up our sex life a little. She’d only worn them and barely even wet them back then. I still remember the day she proclaimed to me that she got let go—and how stunned she was to see that I kept up my end of the deal. Her entire panty drawer was emptied and thrown away, only to be replaced with diapers. Her entire life was uprooted in an instant.

Imagine how stunned she’d be if she knew I had been recording the whole diatribe she went on about “that creep in upper management”. I guess it's a good thing her boss was such a proud prick that he wouldn't even divulge why he was firing her.

“You’re going to be my diaper girl from now on, whether you like it or not”.

Instead of wearing those sexy, form-fitting power suits and dresses that showed off her panty line, now she wears onesies and shortalls that show off her thick diaper bulge.

Instead of watching YouTube videos all day while holding on to the idea that she's the hardest worker at the company, she watches Bluey and Peppa Pig all day, holding on to the idea that she’s a big girl, still.

Instead of making PTO requests that would ultimately get denied, she makes passive diaper change requests that, too, ultimately get denied.

Speaking of which...

*Checks watch and see’s it’s only 1:00 PM*

I can’t help but let out a sinister smile as these words escape my lips.

“Well, you picked a really bad time to make such a big mess in your pampers little girl. Go play with your toys poopy pants. Daddy’s busy right now, and I’m not going to be able to change you until after dinner."

I continue to smile as I watch her shoulders drop in defeat as she saunters away towards her blanket in front of the TV that plays cartoons on constant loop for her now. My heart skips a beat as her bottom plants down on the ground, and a little whine escapes her pacified mouth.

Only four more hours until we have a "romantic dinner date" in her highchair, where I will undoubtedly make her face just as messy as her bottom and kitty. By then, she will be seriously struggling to behave and might end up just losing her diaper change for the day.

Since I'm not busy in the slightest and have all the time in the world to brainstorm this "date", what will I make her tonight? Something that will easily stick to her cheeks and lips. Something that will cake onto her pretty mouth with repeated misfires of my guiding fork. Something that will make her nerves fire back and forth between the icky feeling on her bottom and kitty and the icky feeling forming on her lips. I'm thinking spaghetti will get the job done very nicely.

I can’t help but think of how she probably longs for the previous alternative now. Sitting at a desk all day, dealing with an idiot boss, having a 30-minute lunch break, and a commute.

Now she sits on a stuffed animal in her poopy pampers, dealing with a daddy that refuses to let a bet go, spending anywhere from 30 minutes to 3 hours in a highchair with food caked all over her face depending on her behavior.

Yeah, I’m sure she regrets it.

#abdlfiction #abdlcaptions #forcedabdl

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kitashousewife · 1 year

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all tucked in

an: reader is extremely based off of me because this is exactly what i do. i LUV 2 CHAT especially at the worst possible time

pairings: timeskip!daichi x fem!reader

warnings: none really, lots of fluff. v tired daichi

a huge winter storm rolled in last night, covering your small town in a blanket of white. the kids in your neighborhood were full of excitement as this meant school would probably be canceled for a few days, considering the roads were an absolute disaster. this storm was to last until tomorrow, at the earliest, meaning your sweet husband would be much busier than normal.

daichi left for work around 5:30 this morning. it's now 9:00 pm.

you sigh, shuffling into the kitchen once more. the dinner you made sits on the stove, wrapped in foil, but you know you should just put it away. working this late, you're sure he got something for himself.

daichi loves being a police officer. being in the community safety division, he gets to help out a lot of members in your town. he comes home with a smile every day, full of stories from the people he assisted during his shift. unfortunately, the job has many downsides. right now, for example.

the crunching of snow tires rolling through your driveway grabs your attention, making you flick on the light you had just turned off. a giddy feeling fills your stomach. it's silly, you see him every day. but with this weather, and the terrible driving conditions, you feel a little more at ease that he's home safe.

"sweetheart? are you awake?" daichi's soft voice comes from the front door as he shuts it as quiet as he can.

you come around the corner, dressed in one of his t-shirts, arms open wide.

"i missed you," you mumble into his shoulder, now embraced and held in his strong arms. he pulls away and leaves a soft kiss on your lips, before taking his layers off.

"i missed you too, today was brutal." he grunts, kicking off his boots. his coat is next, followed by his snow pants, which you hang up one by one on the rack you got out for this occasion. "sorry i'm so late, i got stuck directing traffic downtown," he sighs as he finally sheds the last layer, now in his regular uniform. you pull him by the belt loops, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"don't apologize, it's okay. did you want some dinner?"

he shakes his head, despite you being a few steps in front of him.

"no, i got something for myself while i was out," he stands in the kitchen, yawning has he pulls his belt through the final loop. "i just need a shower."

you hum, walking over to him while he pulls his uniform shirt out of his tucked pants. he gives you a rather tired smile, eyes relaxed and adorned with dark circles beneath them. he's exhausted, clearly. he could have just come in and walked straight to bed, but here he is.

"come on daichi, let's get you ready for bed."

the two of you walk toward your shared room in comfortable silence, much too tired to talk. daichi's fingers dance on the walls, skimming the frames of your wedding photos that decorate them. once in the room, he makes a beeline for the bathroom.

you grab a couple towels for him before leaning against the doorway. he's in the shower now, but you just feel a little disconnected. you haven't talked to him at all today, let alone seen him.

daichi feels the same way. he hates leaving you for so long, it's one of his least favorite parts of the job. he sighs as the hot water hits his skin, followed by a loud yawn. you giggle from your spot in the doorway, which makes him smile.

"why don't you tell me about your day baby?"

"through the shower?"

he laughs, for the first time all day, he's sure. "why not? i love to hear your voice. c'mon pretty, fill me in."

you shake your head before hoisting yourself up on the counter, scooting back until you can rest up against the now very foggy mirror.

"well, work was canceled today," you start, playing with your fingers.

"because of the weather?" daichi asks through the steam.

"yeah, it was too dangerous. plus, who knows what time i would've gotten there in this mess. so i worked from home, which was nice."

the water shuts off, and soon daichi steps out with a towel wrapped around his waist. trying to not get too distracted, you slide off of the counter to grab him some pajamas.

"did you get much done? or were you too distracted?" your loving husband asks in a teasing tone before popping the top of the toothpaste off.

"actually, i was extremely productive. i ran the dishwasher, did the laundry and folded it," you pause as daichi claps for you from the bathroom. you roll your eyes before sliding into bed. "i made dinner as well, so you can have some tomorrow if you would like. it turned out pretty good."

"you know i would love to," daichi slides into bed beside you with a grunt. he switches off the lamp and pulls you close, spooning you. this is all he wanted today. with each car he directed, all he could think about was coming home to you.

"that all sounds lovely, baby. but none of that has to do with your job," he chuckles, poking your side, causing you to giggle.

"how dare you," you tease with a fake gasp, which makes him chuckle even more. "fine, fine. my real job was good too. i turned in that project i was working on, the one with my boss. did i tell you about that?"

"oh, that's great! i know you wanted to get that done." daichi's voice is a little softer now, sleep just beginning to wash itself over him. you hum.

"oh, i also spoke with my co-worker. i was assigned to help her with-oh my gosh, i forgot to tell you. our neighbor came over earlier,"

he nods behind you. "that's great,"

"it was! she just wanted to check on me and asked if i needed anything. i offered her something to drink, but she didn't want to stay. anyway, i also started a new show today. i think that you would love it. i won't spoil anything, though,"

silence from daichi follows, but you swear you feel him nod.

"the recipe i made today was a little tricky. i thought i had everything, but i guess i forgot a few things. i had to improvise a little, but it still turned out okay."

silence again. you hear him breathe deep, finally falling asleep. you snuggle in a little closer, in the safe arms of the man you love most. you feel much more at ease, much more at home. you watch the snowflakes fall in front of the window, illuminated by the street light. you pout, knowing that if the snow keeps falling, daichi will have another day like today.

you fall asleep quickly, hoping that he's by your side when you wake up.

daichi fell asleep before he could tell you, but he got the day off. after working so much lately, it's his turn for a break.

the surprise will be worth it, though.

#heidswinterevent #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #daichi x you #daichi x reader fluff #daichi x reader imagine

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itsjusthockey · 1 year

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Last Night In Anaheim - Trevor Zegras

Can you believe it? My page will finally not be a Jack Hughes fan page. Keeping sending requests, I love them.

Thank you for all the love and support! You’re all so kind and it makes my night every time I get a message.

!!!!WARNING!!!!: This is not a fun fic. I wrote this as a challenge to see if I can do angst and to hurt my own feelings and I was successful. I was having a really bad week and no better time to write sad emotions then when you’re sad.

Anyway, I’m better now and there is so many happy ones coming, so don’t worry.

wc: 2,364 (credit to gif maker)(please don’t steal my work)

Please let me know your opinions. I was hesitant to post this, but I decided I liked it.

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Today would be your last day in Anaheim, and that notion alone was enough to shatter your heart into a million pieces. This feeling wasn’t one you were a stranger to, and as often as it was coming around, you didn’t know if it would ever fade.

You stare hard at the bowl of cereal in front of you, staring at the few fruit loops floating in the cascade of milk and wishing you didn’t feel this way. You continue to stare until you hear the noise of Trevor getting out of the shower, and within a few minutes, he’s strolling into the kitchen, making small talk with you.

He’s not stupid, he knows something is wrong, but he thinks that it's better if he doesn’t push you. So he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs his practice bag, kisses you on the forehead, and heads out the door, promising he’ll be back soon and you’ll spend the rest of the night together.

You watch him go, and when the door slams shut, your heart cracks again.

With him gone, you start to think about him. People like Trevor don't come around often. Once in a lifetime, maybe, if you're lucky.

He’s a special type of person, who loves with his entire being, and you’re just the lucky girl he chose. You know you love him, too; you’re painfully aware of that fact. You love everything about him. You love his smile that makes your knees go weak, his laugh that you hated at first until it became utterly contagious, and his dramatic personality that is sometimes so outrageous, but you love it anyway.

Before you know what you’re doing, you’re packing. You’re not going to run away, that would be worse than what you know you have to do, but you also know better. You know that if you pack now, he won’t have time to convince you to stay.

You knew this wasn’t fair; you knew that it wasn’t his fault, and you knew that you loved him more than almost everything else. But you also knew that if you continue to love him, it was going to continue to destroy you.

You look at the clock; it’s only 3:00 in the afternoon. He’ll be back at seven. In the meantime, you’ll begin to grieve because heartbreak is an odd experience. At 4:00, you wish you could hide from the sunlight streaming into the windows. At 4:30, you feel unstoppable and decide that maybe you’re just in a slump, and this will pass. Around 5:00, you're crying in his room, silently, hoping that this won’t actually kill you. At 5:30, you're kneeling in front of the toilet because you feel nauseous. At 6:00, you grow brave again, and you feel like you can manage. At 7:00, just before you know he’s coming back; you're exhausted from this emotional roller coaster, and your brain is unsuccessfully trying to regain control. When it hits 7:15, and you hear the car door outside slam shut, you wish you could feel anything, anything but this.

When he opens the door, you’re sitting in the place where he left you, and goosebumps flood his skin. He lets the door shut behind him softly, and he takes you in. You don’t seem outwardly sad, but when you meet his eyes, he feels like he’s missed something, and he knows he’s about to pay for it.

When his eyes bore into your soul, and he picks you apart layer by layer, you can’t help but think that he’s the perfect guy, through and through.

Even so, you can’t lie to yourself; that’s just the way of things. You know that if you could try to convince yourself that the pain is just deception, the scales will balance out, but every feeling will bubble to the surface eventually.

“We need to talk.” You whisper.

It’s four words. But they hold the weight of the world, and Trevor knows it. So he drops his bag, walks over, pulls out the stool opposite you, and sits down.

When you bring your face to meet his, he sees a tear roll down. He has the urge to wipe it away, but he pushes it down as he waits for you to speak, even though he desperately doesn’t want to know what you’re about to say.

“I’m leaving.” You breathe out. “Tonight.”

His mouth goes dry.

“No,” he almost pleads. “You’re not.”

At this point, your tears are falling freely. You hate yourself for doing this, but you also love yourself enough to know this is what’s best for you and him.

“I have to go.” You tell him. “I’m falling apart, and you can’t fix me.”

At your admission, tears start falling freely from his own eyes, and rage starts to build in his heart.

“What is that supposed to mean (Y/N)? We have been so good, baby, haven’t we?”

The last two weeks play through his mind. You had come to stay with him, and he’d loved every second of having you here. He loved when he’d wake up, and you’d be curled up next to him. He loved when you were there after practice to tell him that everyone else sucked at hockey except him, he loved that you’d taken over his bathroom with all your products, and he loved that when you were here, he felt complete.

So how the fuck did he miss that you didn’t feel the same?

“Trevor.” You can see him spiraling in his own thoughts, so you pull him back to you. “I love you-“

“No.” You see his own heart breaking behind his eyes. “Don’t start. Don’t give me a breakup speech, don’t give up on us.”

“Trevor.”

“Don’t give up on me.” He begs.

A sob falls from your lips as he speaks, and you wish you could explain that it wasn’t him. It was all you. You wish you could explain that you need to figure yourself out. Because you owe it to him to love him as deeply as he loves you.

So you try, you take a deep breath, and try.

“I love you, Trevor, more than anything, but I need time to figure things out. Something,” you pause. “In my heart isn’t letting me be at peace. And you don’t deserve that. You deserve someone who knows what is happening with their own heart. You deserve someone to give you all the love you deserve, you deserve-“

“I know what I deserve, and I deserve you. Isn't that the whole point of love? Sticking with someone even when times get tough? What's the point of telling someone you love them if you're going to leave them? What's the fucking point of love if you're just going to let it go?”

His words burn, and you want more than anything to forget about this. To crawl across the table and let him hold you. Let yourself believe that he can mend the hole that has been in your heart for the last few months. You want to believe that you deserve him, that you’re it, but you can’t.

Trevor abruptly pulls himself from the table and storms in the direction of his room. You’re quick to follow behind.

He scans his room, then the bathroom, then the closet. He begins crying even harder than he realizes that everything is gone. The clothes in the closet, the products in the bathroom, the extra shoes on the floor next to his. All the things that you’d brought were gone, packed into the suitcase you had brought.

“Do you even care about me?” He asks quietly.

He knows the answer, you know he does, but he’s hurting, and he wants to make you say it.

“You know I do.” You choke out.

You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to chase off the cold and the sudden emptiness. Trevor sucks in a hard breath, then speaks again.

“Then why are you breaking my heart?"

You shrink back even further, wanting to crawl deeper within yourself. His question goes unanswered. You don’t know what to say.

Trevor doesn’t know what to say either. He knows what you both have is love, but as he is replaying the last few months, he realizes that he is seeing a perfect illusion.

He sinks to the floor, and you follow suit, sitting about four feet away from each other. You’re both so close, but you’ve never felt further apart.

“Can we at least talk about this?” He croaks.

“You’ll convince me to stay.” You whisper. “And I can’t stay. I won’t do that to you.”

The anger flares up again in his chest.

“You don’t get it.” His head snaps up to you, his eyes are red from crying, and his lip shakes. “You’re the best thing I never knew I needed.”

You both sit there and cry for what feels like hours. You don’t say anything, and neither does he.

When you finally have enough courage to speak, he beats you to it.

“I’m not letting you go tonight.” He states.

“Trevor, I-” you start.

“No.” He interrupts. “It’s late, and I’m not letting you get on a red eye or stay in a hotel room alone.”

You want to argue. The last place you want to be is with him. Just looking at him has you wishing you could wither away.

He gets up from the floor without another word and starts grabbing a few things, including a pillow and a throw blanket, from his bed and heading to the door.

“What’re you doing, Trev?” He cringes at the nickname but stops anyway.

“You can have the room; I’ll stay on the couch.”

He leaves the bedroom, and you begin crying again. You want to go back in time; you want to go back to when you weren’t a mess.

When you pull yourself from the floor, you decide the only thing you can do is get ready for bed. So you mindlessly pull out your skincare and begin your routine.

You don’t make it thirty seconds before you’re crying again. You are thinking about all the times you’ve done your night routine with him and how it was always your favorite part of your day.

It’s late when you leave the bathroom, and you listen for him outside, but it’s silent. You climb into the bed, breathing in the all too familiar and comforting scent of him, and you feel yourself sink deeper into yourself. You had spent most of the day crying, and you feel as though you have no more tears to give, but they begin falling anyway.

Soon, your whole body is wracked with sobs, and you’re trying to contain it, but you can’t. Tears are soaking Trevor’s pillows, and your world is burning down around you, but you know it’s what’s best for both of you.

You don’t hear him until he knocks, and you still.

“(Y/N).” He calls softly. “Can I come in?”

You know you shouldn’t let him, but you can’t help but feel like you owe it to him and yourself to let him in.

“Sure.” Your voice is rough, and you cringe when you hear it.

He twists the doorknob and enters the dark room, and before you know it, he’s climbing in next to you, not daring to touch you, but still there.

You both sit in silence, tears falling from both of your eyes. You think he maybe fell asleep because his breathing is steady, but then he breaks the silence again.

“Tell me I mean something to you.”

You want to scream suddenly. You wish he knew how much he meant to you. You wish he could understand that he has made you a better person in so many ways. You wish he knew there wasn’t a time when he wasn’t on your mind. You wish he knew that the distance was killing you and that you could barely breathe when he wasn’t around you. You wish knew that you loved him so fucking much, but you had to heal yourself before you broke him too.

“You mean everything.”

Silence. Nothing but heavy silence plagues the space you’re in.

A few minutes pass when Trevor speaks again.

“Can I hold you? One last time? Please.” He whimpers.

You nod in the dark, but he must’ve felt it because he’s pulling you in. His grip is iron tight on you as if he’s afraid you’ll try to leave him in the dark. He knows that you have to go, he doesn’t get it, but he knows that he trusts you. He trusts you to understand your feelings, and if you were pushing him away, he knew it was because you didn’t want to hurt him.

However, he wished that you knew that he didn’t care. He would rather be hurt by you every day than not have you at all. He wished that you knew that he would let you leave tomorrow, but he wasn’t going to let you slip away. He wish you knew that you were it for him, that you were everything.

You wait for him to fall asleep, and when he does, you let your mind wander, knowing sleep isn’t an option for you. Instead, you think about your entire relationship. Everything that you’d been through together. You hated to do this. You hated it. But it was the right thing to do.

You have to let him go.

So you will. However, you decide to let yourself have this last night. You cuddle closer to Trevor and relish in the feeling of being in his arms. You count his breaths and let yourself think, just for the night, that you’re okay. So that’s what you do; you lay there, go over every precious memory you will hold onto forever, and enjoy being here with him—this one last time.

Tonight will be your last night in Anaheim, and tomorrow you’ll leave. The very thought of that breaks your heart all over again, and you wonder, deep down, if you’re going to make it.

#trevor zegras #hockey #hockey boys #hockey imagine #hockey x reader #imagine #nhl imagine #anaheim ducks #hockey fic #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #nhl x reader #nhl hockey #nhl fic #angst #original story

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melit0n · 5 months

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Part three to the Sleep Token FX post. Some of these I've picked up on my own, and others have been pointed out to me by @reveries-of-my-mind and @moonchild-in-blue through their reblogs of my original post about Vore. A lot of these FX bits are more obvious, so I decided to just put TMBTE in one post.

Part three includes: Take Me Back To Eden

Part One -> One, Two, Jaws and The Way That You Were

Part Two -> Sundowning and This Place Will Become Your Tomb

+ If I've missed something, feel to add your own thoughts!

Note- some of these are FX, others are sound mixing and music bits I wanted to mention. Any song you don't see mentioned are songs that I couldn't find anything to pull out of them. Plus, reminder; these are my interpretations, I'm sorry if you can't hear what I hear, or you think something different.

Chokehold

- Lots and lots of digital, glitchy FX which sets the mood for the album. This is also repeated throughout all the songs in the album, which works with their algorithm-esc, robotic theme (both lyrically and musically) in their songs for this one.

The Summoning

- Unfortunately, everyone's favourite jazz-metal amalgamation doesn't have any other SFX notes other than carrying on Chokehold's glitchy FX motifs.

Aqua Regia

- Jazz café ambience shown throughout the song, also, every single instrument other than the main paino is echoed and or muffled.

+ Fun fact! Aqua Regia is Latin for Royal Water. It's a concentrated solution of Hydrochloric and nitric acids, and is one of the only acids that can dissolve Gold; it's used in the jewelry trade to test the purity of Gold. Not a clue what Vessel is trying to get across with that, but his obsession with chemistry and biology motifs strike again.

Granite

- The screetch of the guitar chord at 2:32, right before the breakdown, sounds almost like a car hitting the breaks and skidding. Works well with Granite's theme of car crashes. You can almost imagine someone having an argument in the car, and the screetch is a result of things going a bit too far.

Vore

- Like I said in my original post, in the beginning (first fifteen seconds), along with the scratchy guitar chord, there are chewing and swallowing sounds. The song is quite literally from the point of view of being stuck in the throat of a God.

- At 3:23 to 3:30, there are bird noises similar to the ones at the start of TMBTE! They're incredibly subtle, but they're there. If you can't pinpoint it, there's a squeaking noise at 3:27, which is just a bird tweeting!

Rain

- From 3:55 to the end of the song, there's rain, which is obviously very fitting. Not specifically rain tapping on a rooftop, but more so rain pouring down a gutter, at least to me.

Take Me Back To Eden

- From 0:00 to 0:40, there's echoed animal noises, like if you were to stand in the middle of a rainforest. The song starts of in absolute silence, only broken by nature; not a human made noise to be heard. It's quite literally Eden. These sounds are there throughout the song, they just get much harder to hear the longer Vessel sings and the more instruments they later on top of eachother.

- At 1:42, there's either a Lion's or a Tiger's roar.

- From 3:10-3:16, there's the sound of thunder.

- A lot of the jingles you hear in The Summoning are repeated here! E.g; 3:40 and, more clearly, at 4:50 and 7:50.

- The lyrics "we were tangled up like branches in a flood; it was no accident" are direct refrences to the lyrics in Chokehold.

Euclid

- The song is 5 minutes and 13 seconds long, but Vessel only starts singing at the 13 second mark. The first lyric? "Just run it back, give me five whole minutes". We, as the listener give him five whole minutes to say what he's gotta say. Further, the song ends on the exact same piano chord that it begins with; the song, in of itself, is a loop. Anytime you play Euclid on loop, you are running it back and giving him five whole minutes. One of the reasons Euclid is my favourite (next to Aqua Regia) for this album.

- The lyrics "the night belongs to you" and "this bough is broken through" are lyrical refrences to The Nigh Does not Belong to God from Sundowning and When The Bough Breaks from One. The oldest album, and ST's first produced album.

- From 4:02 to the end of the song, a verse from The Night Does Not Belong To God is played. It completes the produced album trilogy, and, with the five stages of grief, allows for acceptance and healing. Euclid not only loops itself, but loops the three albums together. Sundowning, TPWBYT and TMBTE are an endless loop that can and will be played as many times as needed for Vessel, for you, as the listener, to heal. To accept change. To realise there's more than denial, anger bargaining and depression. And I think that, in of itself, is beautiful.

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Album Notes: Sleep Token really put their whole soul into this album huh. By far, it's the one that uses SFX the most, and rounds out Sleep Token's own genre as a whole. We see snippets of older songs used throughout the album, both lyrical refrences and actual chunks of old songs taken out and placed within other ones. 10/10, would cry to again.

Thank you for reading through all my thoughts and feelings, whoever you are. Remember, the night belongs to you; worship <3.

#THIS ONE.#TMBTE my one true love #they do a lot of linking older songs in this album #and I love it #a lot #the brainrot grows stronger each and everyday #someone said something about needing to study them under a microscope and I completely agree with that statement #the fact that Euclid loops their three main albums together kills me #like I'm dead on the floor #I'm never getting over that #I'm gonna crumble to bits when I see them live I swear #music analysis #music and lyrics #sleep token #sleep token vessel #vessel #st #sleep token tmbte #mel's rambles

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I've been back at my apartment in Toronto for a little over a week now and in that time I've spoken less than fifty words. The single occasion where I've had reason or opportunity to say anything was when the Women's College clinic for chronic illness called, I've been waiting for almost three years to be scheduled for an intake appointment. They offered a last minute appointment at the beginning of May due to a cancellation, and I had to decline because it was scheduled at 09:00 and there was no possible way I could make it there that early. Trying to get there on the subway during rush hour and then having to walk would probably knock me out by the time I got there. I'm also thinking I should drag my mom along to the appointment because she's kept extensive notes dating back to '98 when my health issues started, plus it would be good to have a corroborating account, and she would have to drive from Hamilton. October would be the earliest they would be able to offer me an appointment with a timeslot later in the day. So that's depressing, but it's besides my initial point. As I predicted, V. unilaterally deciding to end our nearly six year relationship has resulted in almost tot social isolation. I chat a bit to people on here in replies, and there are a few people I chat with on Discord, and I have one or two old childhood buddies I text with every other week or so, and I appreciate that a lot, but it's not the same as someone being there face to face, or having an actual social life. This is untenable and intolerable. It's also not easily fixable. It's not exactly easy making new friends in your 30s, let alone when you have to do it from your bed. There's also this odd issue that happens when you're chronically ill like this, where it's like living in a warped state of arrested development where everything proceeds forward around you but you're stuck standing still; you miss so many milestones, starting a career, finishing grad school, getting married etc. that you really don't feel you have much in common with your peers anymore. I feel like I've been stuck in a weird post-university time loop since 2017. I also don't think it would be well received if I just invited new people to hang out in my room (because where else are we going to go). That would probably be read as potentially unsafe by many people. I hate my life, it's not very livable.

#blog #personal history

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namichanth · 1 year

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Time loop (Dead tired)

Since I probably won't write this to be fic for sure. I'm going to write all my plot in this post.

TW : Major character death, Description of corpse, Blood, Suicide

If you sure you want to keep going. Then good luck.

07:30 a.m.

The sound of the clock woke Danny from his dream. before he stretched himself and pressed stop. He writhed before getting out of bed and doing his daily routine. Today's breakfast is bacon and fried eggs. He ate for a while before preparing to leave the apartment for work.

08:30 a.m.

The distance from his home to work is not that far. But it takes quite a while to travel. He worked as an engineer at W.E. He moved to Gotham City four years after he graduated from high school. Oh, looks like he's arrived at work.

11:50 a.m.

It was almost noon time now. He packed up to go out for lunch. He waved at his friend before pressing the elevator down.

11:57 a.m.

He walked out of the elevator. then head to the exit door.

11:58 a.m.

He pushed his hand towards the door to open it.

11:59 a.m.

He walked out of the building. and think about what he would eat for lunch--

Crush

12:00 p.m.

He stood stiff, staring at the scene with horror. Because in front of him was a corpse of Tim Drake, CEO of W.E.

His legs trembled uncontrollably before he collapsed. Tim's condition is almost unrecognizable as half of his head was smashed by a violent crush.

After that, he couldn't remember what had happened. But what he could feel was that someone helped carry him out of the scene and take him to sit in the building. He could only pray that this was just a bad dream.

07:30 a.m.

The sound of the clock woke Danny from his dream. before he stretched himself and pressed stop. He writhed before getting out of bed. But he paused for a moment before remembering the dream he had just woken up from.

That was a really bad dream. Danny thought before continuing with his daily routine because he had to go to work today. What he was dreaming about was probably because he was too stressed out. There's no way it could happen.

Crush

12:00 p.m.

"Gasp!" Danny was startled before gasping for breath. He put his hands on his chest. He quickly turned to look at the time, only to find that it was 7:30 a.m.

What the hell is going on? And why did he wake up at the same time?

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By the time Danny realized he was trapped in the loop, it had already gone through several loops. Danny can't contact clockwork so he decided to find the cause of this loop. He knew the cause of the loop was Tim. Because every time Tim died the world would reset and go back to the time.

Danny tried many ways to help. But in the end, it ended with Tim's death. Instead, Danny turns to finding out why Tim committed suicide.

In loop xxx Jason wakes up in his apartment. He put his hand on his temple before thinking over what had happened. Yes, he was sure he was stuck in a time loop and he remembered everything that had happened, but why? What happened?

Later, Danny and Jason run into each other and learn that the other remembers the whole event. Danny informs him that the world resets every 12:00 p.m. after Tim dies to Jason. So the two decided to work together to help Tim.

Of course, with the goal being to help Tim. That made the more time Danny spent helping Tim, the more he fell in love with Tim as he got to know Tim more. He came to realize that he secretly fell in love with Tim in the loop xxx.

As for the reason why Tim jumped from the building, there is quite a lot of plot holes but never mind. Let's just say Tim has been pretty stressed out lately with the company, being Red Robin, and his family. So he was feeling indignant and decided to end his life to get around a problem.

When he jumped down He just realized he didn't want to die yet, but it was already too late. Tim said to himself that he wished he had more time. Perhaps he had time to reflect on what had happened before he committed suicide.

Desiree hears it and makes the wish come true by creating a time loop. (How did she get here? you don't have to know.)

Until loop xxx Danny and Jason managed to save Tim. No more time loops. But Danny decides to get over Tim because he knows Tim doesn't remember him and what he done to help him. After that, he returned to his normal life.

End!

But if you don't want it to be angst there is another end 👇

But Jason knows that Danny fell in love with Tim. So he tries to help Tim and Danny get together.

Feel free to use this plot. Just give me credit and tag me.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #my idea plot #brain dead #dead tired #i really like angst :D #There's still have plot hole

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