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spdrvyn · 11 months

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parched — MIGUEL O'HARA

(( I FINALLY WATCHED ATSV AAAGHHHH IT WAS SO GOOD !!! not gonna say anything because if i ramble it will 100% go into spoiler territory but it was probably the best movie i've ever seen no exaggeration. anyway, here's a small miguel one shot? drabble? spoiler-free :3 ))

READ PART 2 HERE.

You and Miguel led nearly entirely different lives.

He was constantly out and about. Putting his body, his mind through strenuous lengths for the sake of the people. For the sake of everyone. He sacrifices a piece of himself, bit by bit. Everyday. Just for everybody else's peace.

Your job almost felt a little silly next to his. After all, you were quite sure that being Spider-Man didn't offer a week of paid vacation. Which you were extremely grateful to have, by the way.

In all honesty, you felt the smallest piece of pity for him. You were able to catch up on your hobbies, enjoy shows that were put on your list for so long, and get more than 5 hours of sleep.

You knew that Miguel was barely getting a shred of that. How did you know? Even in two in the morning, while you were resting on the couch and catching up on yet another show, you hadn't heard him come in through the window that you normally keep open for him.

Worry seeps it's way into your brain as you try to focus on the pixels in front of you. Of course, you were scared for him. Everyday that he went out, the unexpected could happen and well... You didn't want to think too deep into it.

At least, your mind was distracted when you were working but now you were relaxing, the thoughts that you tried bury deep down under to the crevices of your mind were all coming back again.

It only concerned you more when throughout the week so far, you'd seen him less and less. On occasion, in the middle of the night, the click of a lock would alert you awake but before you could sit up and investigate, strong arms locked around your waist and a head pressed into your shoulder.

You sighed, reaching for the remote and pausing your show.

The worries, the yearning. It all gave you a swirling, growing feeling in your gut that you hadn't really familiarized yourself with. You weren't sure if you liked it, you weren't sure if you hated it. Though the way that it pierced into you like a newly sharpened spear just confused you even further.

Trying to focus on another feeling growing inside of you. Hunger and satisfying it, you hoped it would get all of this off of your mind as you lazily walk into the kitchen.

A reoccurring theme whenever you wanted a snack was once you actually made your way to the pantry, decisions were a foreign concept and your cravings were like trying to read binary code.

Instant ramen? Cookies? Chips? Ice cream?

Felt even worse this time when you hadn't particularly been exercising your brain recently, a mental note to yourself to be just a little bit on edge when you get a break like this.

You opt on giving up entirely, you slam the cabinet door, and turn around to get back to the couch until—

There's a weight against your back and waist, keeping you against the counter.

As you look down, you see the familiar shades of red and blue. Sighing, you look to a little over your shoulder and take a little peek. To see closed eyes signalled by Miguel's mask. The marks trembling shut, you feel his grip on you get tighter.

In a volume as close to a whisper, you break the silence, "Miguel? You okay?" Like you expected, he takes off his mask. Eyes screwed shut, brows furrowing as you can see the stress lines and deep circles under them.

He sighs but not out of being content, thumb tracing small shapes into your stomach. "Been so lonely, mi cielo."

Your heart clenches as that. That was right, you understood what kind of lover that he could be. Needy, clingy, these qualities festering even more each moment he spends away from you. You noticed how much he was holding back right now.

He normally liked to fix himself up before getting all comfortable and relaxed with you. Showering, brushing his curls, general self-care but the moment he came inside his first instinct was to go to you.

Those thoughts from a while ago that were nearly going to absorb you came back. To think the cold that Miguel had to endure out there from how tightly he wanted to absorb your warmth.

"I missed you so much. Me sentí tan solo, don't wanna let go."

You were going to respond but your mind practically short-circuited when he started pressing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. You let him indulge himself, just a little while.

Of course, his job terrified you sometimes but seeing him like this. Seeing him let his guard down, talking about how much he missed you, calling you his darling.

Perhaps Spider-Men had their own charm but Miguel's just got you wrapped around his finger like nobody else could.

For a brief moment, he nibbles on the flesh at the back of your neck. Pressing one last kiss, "Will get fixed up, then voy a demostrarte cuánto te extrañé después de todo este tiempo."

Shamefully, you didn't pick up learning Spanish yet from how much Miguel speaks it to you. Yet through context clues and bashfully asking him what the things he said meant sometimes.

You knew exactly what was going to come next.

#lmao get cliffhanged loser #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #fluff #romance #end sounds like sexy times are gonna happen but #i promise you this is a gona be a fucking fluff fest #dw theres gonna be a part 2

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elexuscal · 1 year

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The "Top" fics in fandom are not the "Best"

I've seen a couple of posts here in there implying that the ways to find the best fics in fandoms are just to go to ao3, and sort by 'Most Kudoses', 'Most Bookmarks', 'Most Comments', etc. I've also seen some folks say they feel like their fics are failures if they don't make it to the front page(s), or at least near there.

But the simple fact: this is not true.

Now, I'm not saying that the top-rated fics in a fandom are bad.

Far from it! They're often very popular for a reason. Well written, fun dynamics, cool plots, etc. A lot of my own favourite fics have made it to the first page when you sort by "Most Kudos"-- but then, a lot of mine also haven't.

Why?

Because those selections are inherently biased.

What do I mean by that? Just that there are other factors influencing what stories accumulate the most comments/kudoses/etc in a fandom, meaning none of these serve as a neutral metric of quality.

I'm going to explain some of these biases briefly, just so folks get a sense of what I mean:

Age Bias This, I think, is the easiest to grasp. A fic that is three years old just has had more time to gain views than a fic that's three days old. Also, consider that pretty much any fandom needs time to grow. If you're in the first days/weeks/months of a fandom, there probably just isn't that much content being made. If there's only 10 fics on the archive, then 11th one stands out. It'll get a lot of attention. But if that same fic were to come out a couple years later, when there were 11 fics published in a single day, well, people are more likely to miss it. If you doubt me, take a look at the front page of 'Most Kudos' for a fandom of your choice. You'll probably see a lot of the stories there are on the older side- and this is exactly why.

Multi-Chapter Bias There are a lot of ways people find new fics to read, and one of the most basic is just: look at the front page of the most recent updates. Now, this way of sorting fics is exactly what it sounds like. A list of fics in order of when they were most recently posted/updated. But, obviously, if a fic has multiple chapters, it's going to appear on that front page way more often. A 50 chapter epic has 49 more chances to get seen this way than a one-shot. This issue becomes even more intense when you consider the Most Comments sort option. For a one shot, a person is probably likely to only comment once. Maybe if they really love the story and revisit, they'll leave a second or third. But multi-factor fics? By design, people come back every update. And that means a lot of people leave comments every single time. (Or at the very least, after big plot developments and twists!) This is what leads to long-running multi-chapter epics dominating the 'Most Comments' rankings in most fandoms.

Popular Pairing Bias Again, this is just obvious. Some pairings are more popular than others. A rare-pair fic can be just as soulful, hot, and well-written as a story featuring the fandom's powerhouse fic, but if only 30 people are interested, well... [shrug] Less people will click on it, kudos it, and leave a comment. To a lesser extent, you can expand this to any trope. 'Coffee Shop AUs' just seem to be more popular than, say, '1930s Mobster AUs'. That effects what tags people search, and what fics they find. But shipping is such an important element of many fandom cultures I thought it would be the most illustrative.

Positive Feedback Loop Bias And honestly, this is maybe the real clincher. Because I've established some of the things that can cause a story to start gathering lots of kudos, comments, and bookmarks in a first place. But once that starts, you get a positive feedback loop going. Because what's one of the first things a person does when they're looking for good stories in a fandom? They sort by 'Most Kudos'. And then they select the first story on the list, and they like it. So they leave a comment and kudos and... Yeaaaah.

So... What do we do about it?

Well. Nothing really. This isn't really a problem. It's just something to be aware of.

Any attempt to put metrics on something as subjective as art is going to fall short. So don't go rating the quality of your own stories about how well it performs, and don't go chasing those coveted top spots. You'll have a lot more fun if you just write stuff that you enjoy, make some friends, and recognise a lot of factors influence fanfic statistics beyond just quality.

Searching via most comments/kudoses/bookmarks remains one of the easiest and quickest ways to start diving into a new fandom. It's often the first things I do, and found stories I love that way.

That said: I highly encourage you to search for fics beyond just that method. Here are some of my suggestions if you want to figure out ways to get started:

Search up Fanfic Rec Lists. Lots of people put them on their blogs, and websites like TVTropes even have that as a whole feature

Ask for fic recs! Seriously! Post about it in the fandom's tumblr tag, join Discord communities, etc, and just say, "Hey, I'd love to read a story where... [insert the general themes, characters, or plot points you like". People will be EXCITED to share.

Search by specific tags Like, do you really, really love time loops? Search the 'Time Loop' tag in your favourite fandoms. A lot of specific tropes, AUs, etc. are canonized, so you can find a lot of stuff up your alley that way

Browse the most recently updated fics Yeah, I know, it's old school. But seriously, you can find some awesome stuff there-- including stories from new authors just starting out, who could really use a boost!

And hey... if you find some stories you like... Consider writing some fic recommendation lists of your own. Spread the love!

#fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #fandom

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fillinforlater · 5 months

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Monday of Appreciation: Part 103

Hello everyone, Smite here!

It's award season, MAMA is literally right around the corner and there is a fuckton of snow outside right now. Hell yeah, what a time to come back and revive this series for another installment. Those of you who are still in NNN (respect, but also, you're lying, aren't you?), I dare you to read all of these smuts... not only those NNN themed, but also those quickies that make you -blast- just like that.

-1-

@capslocked: facesitting ft. Yujin

Caps to-go, what else could I say that describes the brilliance of this writer. He is the master of long form smut, mostly focused on one idol, intense interactions and build up and then so many fucking sex scenes, you'll lose your mind. There are rumors that a lot of people need a laughable amount of tries to get through the entire thing. Ehm.

Not for this one, like I said: Caps to-go, but the quality is still great. Also Yujin :floshed:

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@ggidolsmuts: Post-match Activities ft. Heejin

My postmatch activities usually include turning off the TV in disappointment, rarely in triumph (LFG, T1), but a horny cheerleader right in my locker room would spur me on to do any sport, even fucking golf. Heejin in that outfit needed to be written and this Ddeun piece can be enjoyed even if you are short on time lol

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@essentiallyleaf: belly bulge kink with Wonyoung

A very cute, heart warming set up for a big, fat finale right in Wony's pussy. God, to see her abs deform while you pound into her - good call though, to bulge her throat first. How tf do y'all do NNN again?

-4-

@oakparchment: No Nut November with Itzy

How would you fare if you desperately wanted to do NNN while being in a relationship with one of the Itzy girls? Well, this short "list" lays it out quite well, though I'd be a lot more pessimistic for you:

YOU WILL FAIL

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@dnd-writes: Boulevard of Broken Dreams Pt. 1 ft. Kiss of Life (TW)

Eyo, I prompted that fic though I did not expect it to go so overboard and become this cruel, gut wrenching, yet eerily hot fic. All I wanted was to slap Natty's Na-titties, but it ended in ice dildos and overblown punishments. Not really complaining though. TW for non-con.

-6-

@sinswithpleasure: Hard And Fast, Just The Way They Like It ft. Dayeon, Hikaru

Did... did I write that? Really, that felt like a Maemi inspired BFH for Kep1er hotties, but it's out of the feather of Sins. Fricking Sins? Yeah, I'm so in, you have no idea how quickly I clicked on that and confirmed I wasn't in some fata morgana paralysis thingy. Very hot!

-7-

@capslocked: mutual masturbation ft. Wonyoung

This is Day 2 to Caps' kinkvember... but you probably knew that because it is fucking Wonyoung without really fucking Wonyoung, but it actually is and it is so hot.

Have a good week y'all, stay safe and be excellent to one another and every stranger <3

#mondayofappreciation #kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #male reader #male reader smut #ive smut #wonyoung smut #ahn yujin smut #kep1er smut #hikaru smut #dayeon smut #kiss of life smut #itzy smut #heejin smut #loona smut

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asdfghjklmals · 8 months

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BABY MOON✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. body insecurities. suggestive comments. WORD COUNT: 4.4k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dadtobe!gojo, pregnant!oc, lovesick!gojo, established couple.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend's brother surprises her and satoru with a trip to mexico so they can spend time together before baby gojo arrives. (this fic happens in the middle of ‘milestones’, click to read here) AUTHOR'S NOTE: i did some research on puerto vallarta and i'm on my reggaeton kick lately lol did y’all catch the bleach inspiration about the sun? *cries* i love isshin and masaki. ugh. i'm obsessed with how in love oc gojo girlfriend and satoru are in this fic. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

“so what exactly does a couple even do on a baby moon?” satoru asked as he buttoned his dress shirt in the mirror, leaving four unbuttoned to expose his toned chest.

he wore a champagne silk button up with sleeves cuffed halfway up his forearm. tan cargo shorts decorated his long legs. his frosty white hair brushing the tip of his eyelashes, bright blue eyes dressed with gold sunglasses. he had just finished unpacking your luggage.

you laid on your side in the large hotel villa bed, tired from the long flight from japan to mexico. your flowy white maxi sundress splayed out on the linen sheets. your hair was put up in a bun. a bright yellow flower tucked behind your ear, given to you by the villa concierge upon checking in.

“according to google, couples go on baby moons to spend quality time together before the baby arrives.” you explained, “—once baby gojo arrives, all my attention will probably be on them.”

satoru turned to face you and frowned, “not even a little attention for good ol' satoru gojo?” he leaned onto the bed, hovering over you, encasing you between his strong arms.

you looked at him and caressed his cheek with the palm of your hand, “nope. you did this to yourself when you got me pregnant, sweetheart.” you sneered at him, knowing it wasn’t entirely his fault.

“i’m jealous.” he said while frowning, “—you hear that, baby gojo? you’re stealing all my lovin’.” he leaned down to loudly say to your stomach, his cheek pressed right against your 7 month pregnant belly. you laughed as you felt baby gojo shift away in your womb in reply to satoru’s comment.

“it was nice of your brother to pay for this vacation for us.” satoru mentioned as he laid beside you. his head was aligned right next to your belly. he liked to think that baby gojo enjoyed listening to him talk to you, so he always laid his head next to your belly in hopes that his unborn child could recognize his voice.

your brother, touya, had surprised you and satoru with an all-expenses-paid trip to puerto vallarta, mexico. touya said it would be a ‘nice, romantic’ getaway for the two of you. however, your vacation got off to a rough start as you experienced nausea throughout the flight. it was a 15 hour flight to get here, and you did not bring enough sour candy or gingersnaps to last for the entire flight. you spent a majority of the flight trying to sleep instead.

“i’ll have to thank him again. should we send him a picture?” you suggested. satoru pulled out his phone and snapped a very unflattering picture of you to send to your brother.

“done.” he reported.

“—i meant a decent looking picture of the both of us.” you glared at him. he ignored you and continued to send his text message to touya. throughout the years that you and satoru have been together, satoru gained a brother figure in touya. being an only child was lonely for satoru, so he made an effort to have a close bond with touya.

[6:17pm] satoru gojo sent an image

[6:17pm] satoru: your sister is having a great time lol she was sick during the entire flight so we're resting before dinner 😅

[6:18pm] touya (l/n) laughed at an image

[6:18pm] touya: glad to see she’s having fun 🙄 lol

[6:19pm] satoru: thanks again for the vacation bro. 👊🏼 (y/n) really needed that.

[6:19pm] touya: anytime. have fun and be safe. i guess it’s too late for me to tell you two to use protection 😂

[6:20pm] satoru gojo laughed at a message

and satoru was definitely not going to tell you about that text.

“should we go through the ‘what to expect’ app before dinner?” he suggested. it was his favorite thing to do with you since you got pregnant. he wanted to know everything about your pregnancy and how baby gojo was developing. you appreciated how involved satoru was throughout your entire pregnancy. you couldn't ask for a better partner or a better father for baby gojo.

you pat your hand around the bed to find your phone, opening up the app to read out loud, “at 27 weeks, baby gojo is the size of a head of lettuce, is about two pounds and more than a foot long. this is the end of the second trimester.”

your doctor had told you not to travel internationally past 28 weeks, so you and satoru planned this baby moon right before the start of your third trimester.

“your voice is music to baby gojo’s ears.” you continued reading.

satoru grumbled, “—same for me. except when you’re yelling at me.”

you glared at satoru as he smirked at you innocently. ignoring him, you continued to read, “don’t be surprised if you feel little jumps in your belly, your little one might have the case of hiccups.” your heart melted at the thought, “—that is so cute.”

satoru took your phone from you and read the recap for week 27, “at a glance, your baby can hear you, baby has hiccups, and they will be developing muscle tone from being active.”

“baby gojo is a little gymnast in there.” you said to satoru. you wondered if your baby got their habit of being unable to sit still from their father. baby gojo was always active at night too. whenever the students wanted to feel baby gojo kick during the day, they were always sleeping.

“your baby may recognize both you and your partner’s voices by now. so this may be a good time to read or sing to your baby—or tummy.” satoru looked at you with excitement, “—i told you baby gojo recognizes my voice. should i start singing to them too?”

you laughed, “since you’re not that bad of a singer… go ahead. sing me a song, mr. gojo.”

one of your favorite memories with satoru throughout all your years of knowing the insufferable man was the day you went on your very first mission with him. you weren't even dating at the time, but the memory meant so much to you. you shared your earphones with him during the subway ride to chiba and showed him all your favorite old school songs that you and your late father loved. (read 'sleeping with the enemy' here)

“i’ve got sunshineeee, on a cloudy day. when it’s cold outsiiiiide, i’ve got the month of may. i’d. guess. you’d. say. what. can. make. me. feel. this. way. my giiiirl. talkin’ ‘bout my girl.” (a/n: click here to listen to the exact line and song satoru's singing if you don't know it, i time stamped it for you!)

you laughed and smiled in adoration at the man who just serenaded you and your pregnant belly. of course he’d choose the temptations for this occasion. baby gojo started kicking.

you leaned over to ask your belly, “did you like daddy’s singing?”

“did they kick?” satoru asked as he leaned forward to talk to your belly, “kick once for no, kick twice for yes.”

after waiting for a moment, you felt one kick, “sorry, you have a tough crowd, babe. it was one kick.” you reported back to the eager satoru.

“back to the app,” he said, ignoring you, offended that his baby didn’t appreciate his singing, “it says nearly 3 in 4 women experience swelling of the hands, feet, and ankles. so avoid sitting and standing for long periods. go on walks or try swimming.”

“we can try out the pool tomorrow.” you said. satoru’s attention still on the app.

“it says you should eat lots of salmon. it’s supposedly good for you and the baby.” satoru reported.

you started laughing, “okay, toge inumaki. let’s go get some dinner.”

the next day

“babe?” you called out to satoru, “can you help me tie my swimsuit?”

you frowned as you looked at yourself in the mirror. your body was unrecognizable to you. you couldn’t fit into any of your clothes. you didn’t feel like yourself as your body started to grow, and you were only going to get bigger and bigger thanks to your still growing baby inside of you.

satoru waltzed into the bathroom smelling like sunscreen. he was already in his tropical floral swimming shorts, shirtless, with a towel draped over his shoulder. why did he have to look like a chiseled greek god next to you? you felt like humpty dumpty next to him. he walked behind you to grab the loose bikini strings from your fingers, tying a secure knot for you. he snickered to himself because he wouldn’t care if they came undone, but he knew you would.

you turned away from him.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? you’re usually the first one in the pool.” satoru asked as he followed your gaze in the mirror. he saw that you were examining yourself.

“i—just don’t really feel confident in my body right now...” you admitted in a quiet voice. the statement shattered his heart.

“you’re kidding me.” satoru scoffed, “—babe, you’re literally growing our perfect baby inside of you. you are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever laid my six eyes on.”

“maybe it’s the bikini. i should’ve opted for a one piece now that i’m pregnant.” you frowned as you looked down to run your fingers along the ruffles of your white two-piece swimsuit, your belly hanging out in the open in all its glory.

satoru made a face, “i hope baby gojo kicks you for saying that.”

and to your surprise, you felt an extra strong kick. it was like baby gojo heard him. satoru and your baby were ganging up on you already and baby gojo wasn’t even born yet.

satoru hugged you from behind. his strong arms making you feel safe. he always knew what to say to make you feel better again. he kissed your temple as you sighed.

“come on, let’s go for a swim.” he grabbed your hand to lead you to the pool right outside the private villa. he placed a pair of his black circular sunglasses on your face. he smeared sunscreen on your cheeks and traced a sunscreen shaped heart on your belly before helping you rub it in. a sloppy application from satoru, but you appreciated the sweet gesture. you massaged sunscreen on your arms as satoru helped you apply to your legs.

satoru watched you like a hawk as you stepped into the pool, afraid of you slipping while pregnant. you slowly walked deeper into the pool, the cool water rose to cover your belly and chest. after making sure you were okay, satoru ran to the opposite side of the pool and cannon-balled in, splashing water all over you. you giggled as you watched the white haired sorcerer swim towards you in the beautiful, clear water.

satoru popped out of the glistening water as if he was the little mermaid, throwing his snow-white hair back, shaking his head side to side so the water would fling off. he swam towards you. you reached for his shoulders as he pulled you closer, positioning your legs around his waist so he could take you further into the deep end. you wrapped your arms loosely around his broad shoulders as he held you by your thighs.

“you feeling better?” he asked as he booped your adorable button nose.

“a little—” you said as you wrinkled your nose. you traced your soft fingers along satoru's chest before asking him a question you were nervous to ask. “satoru—will you still love me if i don’t go back to how i looked like before i got pregnant?”

stunned at your ridiculous question, satoru asked, “what kind of question is that? of course i’ll still love you, babe. i’d even love you if you were still pregnant with the raging pregnancy hormones forever.”

you splashed water onto him, glaring through his sunglasses that were resting on your cheek and nose bridge, “you’re only saying that because my libido is higher than usual.”

“i'm just saying... a man will never complain about that.” satoru chuckled as he sarcastically spoke for all the men in the world.

“—then would you still love me if i was a worm?”

“that’s pushing it.” satoru bantered back. you splashed him with water again before resting your head on his chest. he floated with you in his arms for a moment, soaking up the sunshine. you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach along with your growing baby twisting and turning inside of you. your heart taking in the pure bliss you were experiencing just by being here in satoru’s arms. you wondered how satoru felt right now.

after spending about an hour wading in the pool with satoru, you looked over to see two hotel employees bringing out a tray of food.

“pardon our interruption señor gojo and señorita (l/n), we brought a late breakfast for you two to enjoy. this was requested from señor (l/n) early this morning.”

“gracias!” you thanked the hotel employee with the most basic spanish you learned while sitting on the 15 hour plane ride. satoru laughed at your enthusiasm. he admired how you always wanted to be courteous to others.

“are you and baby gojo hungry?” he asked as he started swimming towards the shallow end again. you nodded as you clung to him, planting a sweet kiss on the crook of his neck and shoulder. satoru got out of the pool first so he could help you out. he grabbed the towels sitting on the cabana chairs to dry you both off, wrapping the towel around your waist.

“wow, the food looks amazing.” you sat down and drooled over the spread that your brother ordered for you and satoru. your mouth watered. there was a selection of huevos rancheros, tamales, fried plantains, fresh local fruit, chorizo hash, eggs, bread and two large pitchers of orange juice and water.

satoru sipped his orange juice and watched your face light up as you sampled all the delicious food in front of you. a happy glow in your face that made him fall in love with you all over again. it reminded him of the first time you went to get ice cream together, the way your face lit up and you did your happy dance in your chair after tasting the sweet chocolate ice cream. you reached over to feed him a bite of the fried plantains. satoru hummed in approval.

you were like the sun to satoru. his whole world revolved around you, and you attracted anyone and anything that entered your orbit. it was probably why all the students and faculty loved you at jujutsu high. even strangers felt comfortable around you.

you made satoru’s world brighter. before you met him, he felt as if clouds shrouded his life at all times, unclear of what he wanted to do with his life. you pulled him out of that cloudiness and lit up every second of the day as soon as you came into his life (or ever since he broke into yours). you were the color in satoru’s world of black and white. you inspired him to be better, and he wanted to be a good man, just for you.

he was making it his mission to be the sun in your life, just like you were in his. it broke his heart knowing that you were starting to feel insecure in your ever-changing and growing body. and it made him even more sad knowing that you were questioning his love for you during this temporary change.

however, little did satoru know, he already was the sun in your life. he has been ever since you started dating, and you would be forever grateful to the 17 year old boy who broke your domain over a decade ago. without satoru’s love, you don’t know where you’d be right now. satoru's unconditional love was something you never thought you'd experience in this lifetime. (read ‘fated to love you’ here)

later that night

you and satoru held hands while walking the streets of zona romántica, one of the liveliest streets of puerto vallarta. your spirit birds flying overhead with you and satoru. every turn you and satoru took gave you a beautiful view of the mexican riviera. a mariachi band played in the cobblestone streets, and white-stucco buildings were decorated with bright orange, yellow, and red flowers.

"this city is so charming." you said, green eyes shining. you admired the architecture and all the bright colors in the streets as satoru led the way.

"what do you want to eat for dinner?" he asked while looking at a tourist brochure.

"i refuse to eat salmon again for dinner, so anything but that."

satoru looked down at you, azure blue eyes peeking through his sunglasses, "i read that there's a good tapas restaurant about a 20 minute walk from here. do you think you can walk that far?"

you laughed at his question, "satoru, i can still walk believe it or not."

he squeezed your hand as if he was saying 'okay, okay, you got me there'. you took the lead and guided him towards the malecón boardwalk. when you saw the sunset, you let go of satoru's hand, walking faster towards the view. the sunset was a mix of pink, purple, yellow, and orange. it was like a watercolor painting appearing in your eyes. the warm hues kissed the blues and greens of the ocean horizon.

while you admired the beautiful sunset, satoru admired the beautiful you. he snapped a couple pictures of you with his phone, afraid to forget the memory of how stunning you looked at this moment in time.

you were wearing a strapless white sundress, similar to the one you wore yesterday. your swimsuit lines from this morning showed off your golden tan you received while being here in mexico. the dress hugged your belly, but was loose enough to be comfortable for you to move around in without feeling restricted.

intricate blue flowers were sewn on the bottom fringe of your dress and a high leg slit showed off your pretty tan legs. your dress was paired with brown and white sandals that were comfortable enough for your swollen feet.

your long black hair was curled, flowing in the wind as you skipped lightly around the boardwalk. a large blue flower that matched satoru’s eyes was tucked behind your ear. it was almost sickening how much love he felt for you at this very moment.

"careful, sweetheart." satoru called out you as he put his phone back into his pocket, worried about you skipping around. he knew you’d complain about pelvic pain later tonight because of it. he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, following you wherever your heart desired.

you turned around and gave him your world-class million dollar smile that always gave him butterflies even after all this time, "so, where's this restaurant?" (read ‘butterflies’ here)

after dinner

"satoru, look! everyone’s dancing!" you pointed as you and satoru walked out of the restaurant after a delicious dinner.

there was a large crowd on the boardwalk, dancing to reggaeton music that the local dj was playing. everyone was dancing, singing, and shouting the lyrics to the songs. they were having the time of their lives and you wanted to be a part of it too.

"do you want to spend some time out here before we head back to the villa?" satoru asked, noticing how entranced you were. you nodded excitedly.

you and satoru found a small table at a bar close by. you both ordered non-alcoholic drinks for clear reasons. satoru didn't like to drink alcohol and you were pregnant.

you sipped your virgin midori sour. the melon juice, tangy lime, lemon and club soda felt refreshing. your foot tapped on the wooden boardwalk to the melodic beat of the music playing.

"babe, do you want to go dance…?" you asked timidly.

satoru looked at you, surprised, "you want to dance? i never thought you'd asked." he laughed. he was usually the one that would have to drag you out to the dance floor.

satoru downed the rest of his way-too-sweet virgin strawberry daquiri and grabbed your hand to lead you to where the rest of the crowd was dancing. (satoru forced his infinity outward to make sure no one accidentally bumped into your belly, but you didn't have to know that.)

you swayed with the music, your hair bouncing as you bobbed your head to the beat. you spun around, dancing to your heart’s desire. your heart skipped a beat when you felt satoru's hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. he followed all of your movements as you danced around him. you turned to face him.

"satoru," you draped your arms around his broad shoulders, "i think people are staring at us."

"really? i didn't notice." satoru grinned, his attention was only on you tonight. he didn't even notice that you and him were the center of attention on tonight's dance floor. he couldn't care less. the only thing he cared about was you.

the dim street lights and twinkle lights hanging along the boardwalk emitted a soft glow on your rosy cheeks and emerald green eyes. satoru's heart raced at the view. how could one person be so perfect and so beautiful? he felt like he hit the jackpot to be able to call you his. he didn’t think he would ever be this lucky in another life.

he grabbed your hand to twirl you around, pulling you close for a moment, your back resting against his chest again. he kissed your bare shoulder just to spin you around for a second time. your sweet laughter filled his ears, his favorite sound in the world.

once everyone started to slowly leave the boardwalk, you both decided to call it a night. the moon reflected brightly on the mexican sands and dark blue ocean waters, guiding you back to the villa. and in that very moonlight, you shone brightly like a lighthouse beacon. it was something about the way you looked tonight that took satoru’s breath away. that damn pregnancy glow looked a thousand times more radiant in his six eyes and he couldn’t get enough of it.

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after a relaxing shower to wash away the sweat from dancing, you and satoru laid in bed together, winding down for the night.

“did you know that if you press your ear against my belly, you might be able to hear baby gojo’s heartbeat?” you asked satoru as he put his phone down and turned to face you in bed.

"really?" satoru asked in amusement, "let me try it."

he leaned over towards you, resting his head gently on your belly.

"move your head over here," you guided his head to where baby gojo was in your womb.

the room fell silent. all you could hear was the ocean crashing against the rocks outside the hotel villa, the cool breeze entering the room, satoru's breathing and your own racing heartbeat. it was an intimate moment between the two of you.

satoru gasped, "i can hear it." he smiled brightly as he looked up at you. you smiled back at him, running your fingers through his soft white hair as he planted kisses on your bare belly.

"i wonder if you can sense any cursed energy from the baby." you asked him.

"i've been trying to ever since you got pregnant. i can't sense anything but yours." satoru said, "maybe our baby will be lucky and won't have any..." he trailed off.

"for some reason, i highly doubt that." you frowned. it would be a blessing if your baby didn't have to deal with curses, but coming from your clan and the gojo clan, it was more than likely your baby would be born with an innate cursed technique. plus, you felt something off about your cursed energy since you became pregnant. it was like someone else’s cursed energy was always there with you, and it wasn't satoru's residuals either.

"whether or not baby gojo has cursed energy, it wouldn't make me love them any less." satoru said quietly.

you chuckled at his ridiculous statement. "of course. this is our baby we're talking about. you better love them."

"—and just because your body is changing to grow our baby, my thoughts about how beautiful you are and how much i love you will never change." satoru added as-a-matter-of-factly.

“satoru… you’re embarrassing me.” you whined, hiding your blushing face in between the pillows. satoru took your fluffy shield away from you.

“don’t hide your beautiful face from me, woman!” he scolded you playfully. you intertwined your fingers with his as he leaned in for a kiss. he pulled you closer to him as you rested your head on his chest. you listened to his heartbeat, it was one of the most comforting sounds to fall asleep to.

“i love you, satoru.” you hummed.

satoru kissed each of your fingers, “i know.” he said confidently as you stared back up at him, waiting for him to say it back. “—i love you too, (y/n).”

“that’s what i thought.” you mumbled. “can you believe this is probably our last vacation as just us two? we’ll probably be too busy getting ready for baby gojo’s arrival to spend quality time together like this when we get home.” you said to him as you placed your hand against his. you were comparing the size of his hand to yours in the air.

he stroked your back gently with his unoccupied hand. he thought to himself for a moment. a playful grin spreading across his face, “guess we’ll just have to make the most of this baby moon then, huh?”

“—and just what do you mean by that?” you peered up at him.

satoru just smiled at you before he assaulted your neck and shoulder with a plethora of kisses. you squealed with laughter, pushing him away, trying to escape from his grasp.

“satoru, stop! that tickles!” you continued to laugh as he gently pulled you back to him with blue. he trailed kisses from your chest, up your neck onto your jawline, across your cheek to your nose, up your nose bridge to your forehead, and lastly, back down to your lips.

“for now, i don’t want to share.” he whispered in your ear.

ready to meet baby gojo? read the next chapter, 'hello baby' here.

DIVIDERS PROVIDED BY @/ANLIAN-AISHANG

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jhoneybees · 1 month

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Hi. May I request a late 70s Elvis in which he and female reader had an argument and she gives him the silent treatment. Thanks

Sorry for the long wait! I Love this idea, it was a bit of a challenge to think of a reason for the argument but anyways I hope you like it!☺️💕

Mad & Upset

Characters: Late 70s!Elvis X Reader

Warnings/triggers: Neglect, argument, footplay??? I think??

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You really shouldn’t be upset, it’s expected when you’re dating Elvis Presley, his schedule is crazy all the time that he barely has enough time to sleep.

You get it

But when there was some free time on his tour, he could’ve spent it with you instead of his entourage.

“You seem real quiet, didn’t sleep well?” he questions, you respond with a dull hum, crossing your arms and lifting one leg over the other. Keeping your eyes on something outside the car window.

“What’s mm? Use your words, Honey” Elvis nonchalantly chuckles as he looks at you, placing his large calloused hand on your knee.

Letting out a sigh, you mumble “During the whole tour, you didn’t spend any quality time with me” your lips forming into a pout as his sultry voice answers “Doll…You know how tours go, performing in one place then performing in the next place the following day..You know what I mean, don’t ya?” huffing out a breath, you nod “I understand that, Elvis…it’s just- why did you choose to be with the guys when you could’ve been with me? Am I annoying to you or something? You can just tell me”

Elvis doesn’t answer and looks at you blankly, looking down to the tip of your white heels making you click your tongue in annoyance and as the limo comes to a stop, you quickly climb out after the door opens.

“Doll, c’mon-”

Rolling your eyes, you walk up the airstair into the private jet. Nodding at the flight attendants with a small smile on the way past the entrance, your heels thudding along the aisle.

Elvis following closely behind you “Honey, don’t be like that I-I got distracted ‘s all” he stutters as he sits himself down in the opposite seat in front of you, reaching a hand out to gently rub his thumb against your knee “C’mon, ‘m sorry, you wanted to be with me darlin’, didn’t ya? Missed my cuddles, hm?”

Moving your knee to get his hand off, you look out the small window, letting out a sigh through your nose as you cross your arms again. You hear him lean back in his seat, seeing him look out the window through your peripheral vision.

Now you’re probably just being petty but the more you think about it, the more you think it’s unfair on your part. You wanted to spend time with him and be affectionate with him, you even got yourself all dolled up one night, in your pink silk slip dress and your hair done up just the way he likes it only for him to call you to say he’s going to hang out with the guys.

It’s mean and unfair.

As you stand up from your seat to go to the restroom, Elvis’ head turns and looks up at you with his blue eyes hidden behind his sunglasses “Where you goin’, Honey?” his voice softening, you glare down at him and brush off his hand that was clinging to the edge of your skirt before making your way to the restroom.

You know Elvis is a man and yes, he's just gonna be like any other in this world but it still disappoints you.

Walking back to your seat, you take a quick glance at Elvis, with his head lowered and discreetly looking through his eyelashes as he scans your body up and down.

The slightest bit of guilt sipping into you.

After a while of you staying silent in your seat and Elvis glancing towards your direction now and again, you feel a hand on your ankle. Looking through the corner of your eye, you see him lifting your heel to rest on his lap “I didn’t give you any attention, did I Baby? You have all the reasons to be upset with me…” his hands smoothing along your leg as his full, plush, kissable lips form into a small pout.

You watch him as he holds the bottom of your white heel, bringing it up close to his face. Putting his sunglasses to the side before giving you those puppy eyes of his then softly pecking the bridge of your foot.

You really can’t be mad at him for long.

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis fans #70s elvis #elvis imagine #i love him #elvis presley x reader #elvis fandom #elvis x reader #elvis fanfiction #elvis fic

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barbiiecams · 1 month

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Hi. Your blog is so cute. Drew dating a soft princess (headcanon style, if you can): lots of soft moments ✨

thx

softie

drew starkey x reader. & awee thank you so mucchhh! and thank you for this cute request!

• being drew’s gf as softie would be the cutest and easiest life ever omg

• not to mention he’s a softie himself most times

• it’s pet names everyday fs

• honey, sweetheart, baby, sunshine, love

• a big one would be bunny

• that name probably started off as a joke but u seemed to like it and he thought it was adorable

• the amount of forehead kisses you would receive in a day oml

• i promise u like at any moment he’s def kissing your head, and sometimes even your cheek

• he loves real kisses more tho don’t play

• and he’s so ughhh after them

• “you’re lips are so soft baby” LIKEEEE

• there’s times where you’ll just crawl into his lap and make him hold you

• “bad day?”

• “no, just wanna be with you.”

• but when it is a bad day, you’ll totally forget about it once your with him again

• he could have such a long day himself too, but as long as you’re feeling good that won’t even matter to him

• after his long day of filming, he’d start cooking dinner for you

• no matter how hard you’ll try to help him or protest against it, he continues

• “i feel bad just let me helppp!”

• “no, go relax sweetheart.”

• he doesn’t let you lift a fingerrrr around that house okkkkay

• you’re practically royalty around him it’s insane

• he cherishes every moment with you together no matter what it is

• even if your just laying on him, watching a movie while he strokes your back and leaves kisses on your face (he does this quite often mhm mhm !)

• it could be as simple as you guys gardening on the first day of spring

• he’ll do anything with you if it makes you happy. as long as he can see you smile? trust he’s planning it

• his love language would be acts of service but eventually also become quality time (could you tell lol???)

• and yours is definitely physical touch too cus you just want to be up under him like alwaysssss

• he’ll never complain either, like touchin you is his main way of knowing you’re always with him

• if you’re in the car together with other people and he’s in the passenger seat, his hand is reaching back to touch your ankle cus you just love that so much and so does heee

• you’ll try and tease him for being clingy as if you’re not 10x clingier 😭

• and omg

• he is not EVERRRR letting you get hurt

• when you accidentally cut yourself by chopping up a a cucumber or something, he’s treating it like you just chopped it off

• “you gotta be more careful, babe.” he says while he kisses your bandaged finger (that he made sure to wrap securely and carefully!!!)

• he’s also the king of compliments when it comes to you

• while you’re applying more lipgloss and using your phone as a mirror, he’ll reach over and click the button that takes a picture of you.

• like boy.

• “andddd you did that for what?”

• “cus you’re beautiful.”

• he’ll text you out of nowhere with it too

• and he lovesss taking pictures with that camera of his

• you’re in the mountains with him, on a picnic date! (you brought up the idea of how beautiful it would be and he planned it ofc awe)

• you’d be in your natural little cute state, ina pink sundress lookin pretty

• he’s snapping like a million pictures of you

• at one point you’d try and hide yourself in his chest

• “stoppp” cus why is he making u so nervous on purpose 🙄

• “i have to. i’ve got the worlds cutest girlfriend!”

• you’re so vulnerable around him and he loves that because it shows you can really trust him!

• but he hates to see you upset

• if you’re crying in his arms, he’s rocking you back and forth and whispering sweet things to you

• “i know honey, it’s okay. everything will be okay i promise.” he’d say while rubbing your back. “let it out baby, im right here. don’t worry.”

• then he’s gonna get to the bottom of the issue when you’re done

• cus who tf makin his baby cry??

• but moral of the story is you can’t get enough of him at alll

• like look at him 😍😍

• he can’t get enough of you either

• it’s perfect fr

• he loves you sooo much !! <333

#drew starkey #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey drabble #barbiiecams #drew starkey angst #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey headcannon #drew starkey fic #outer banks

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dragonsdomain · 14 days

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Monster in the Woods

"The more people tell Danny he is a monster the more monsterous he becomes. Things that seem innocuous turn into physical manifestations as he starts to believe what people say about him."

A Phic Phight prompt by @burning-clutch

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Jazz walked through the forest, decaying leaves crunching under her feet. Her phone rang hollowly. "You've reached... please leave a message." Jazz dialed Danny's number again, the action mechanical at this point.

She almost didn't notice when someone started calling her. "Hello? Oh, Mom? No... Yeah, I'll call you. I will, I promise."

Then the call was over. There were bugs or other creatures making sounds in the forest. She still wasn't sure if she should be grateful for how they disguised her footsteps or if she should be cursing their noise, calling out for her brother. He could be lost, repentant from his earlier rashness, more than ready to go home. With his phone out of power, and that's why he wasn't answering her calls. Or... he could still be hiding from her. And that uncertainty was what was keeping Jazz from calling out into the forest.

A Fenton Thermos was at her belt. It had already been there since before Danny had run off, but it haunted Jazz with how its purpose might have changed. Would it be wrong to use it on Danny if she had to, if he tried to run away? Was it more important that she give him the freedom to choose what he wanted, or to get him home safe? She wanted to get him home, to dismiss everything as him being not in his right mind, but that wasn't fair, she should have been better at this point at valuing his feelings.

But if the conclusion was that she shouldn't use the thermos, should she even be looking for Danny at all?

Jazz drew to a stop, then wondered if that'd been a mistake. Starting to walk again would be difficult. Her body was calling her to drop to the ground and curl up in the dirt. Maybe she'd wake up and it'd all be a bad dream.

A childish thought. She kept walking.

As it got darker, Jazz had to turn on the flashlight of her phone, sacrificing any attempt at stealth. She started calling out Danny's name. The trees, taller here and thicker, felt like they were eating up her voice, preventing it from travelling more than a few feet.

Her phone was running out of battery. She'd need to go home now or risk becoming lost in the woods herself.

She turned on the navigator app on her phone to guide her back to town, wondering if it counted as giving up if you hardly felt like you had a choice, or if it even mattered if you kept going.

The leaves kept crunching on her feet. Her flashlight made a column of reality in the deepening darkness.

A sound. Something about it caught her attention, and Jazz looked out to the left towards it, not sure exactly what it was she'd heard, hoping to hear it again. There it was, a shifting in leaves, a whistling breath with some hollow quality.

On a hunch, Jazz clicked off her flashlight. She waited a minute for her eyes to adjust, then peered into that darkness again and saw a slight glow. Strange, why was it so dim? It would be sharper if it was just a matter of distance.

Jazz crept carefully towards the hollow glow, holding her hands out in front of her in the dark. The leaf rot didn't help her stealth; Danny, if that's who she was drawing close to, would know she was there. That was probably a good thing. She didn't hear the sound retreating.

More and more of something grew visible as she passed each tree, vague shapes in the shadows. An arm? A wing? She rounded the last one and saw him, limbs stretched tall and long and donned with sharp claws and chimeric feathers and scales. She couldn't tell if Danny's face was unchanged atop his neck; he was curled up as low as he could get. His aura was dim, possibly on purpose, possibly because he was feeling unwell.

Jazz walked up to him, letting the leaves shuffle underfoot, and put a hand on his back. "Danny. Hey. I'm here."

A sorrowful, crooning noise came from him and he tried to curl farther in on himself.

Jazz leaned into him and started stroking a hand down his back. "It'll be okay. You'll be okay."

Danny let out a shaky breath, his muscles loosening a little under Jazz's arms. He started drooping. It was getting late, and she knew he hadn't been getting good sleep lately; after such a rough day, he was probably tired.

Jazz stayed hugging him. It was slow at first, such that she hardly noticed it, but Danny's body started to shrink down to something closer to its natural size. After some dozen minutes, he turned around to hug her back. Hugging her brother didn't usually feel like this, lukewarm as a corpse, slick feathers fluffed with emotion tickling her cheeks, but Jazz couldn't say it was uncomfortable. She liked how his chest was still rising and falling, how she could hear his heart beating sluggishly within it if she listened closely enough.

"Can you talk?" Jazz asked at length, not yet looking at Danny's face.

He breathed a little sigh, which Jazz was about to assume meant no, before he managed, "Gnnuh-a li'l."

Danny's neck was now within reach, and Jazz curled her arms around it to run her hands through his hair--or feathers in this case, interspersed with a few reptilian ridges. "I know you had a hard day. Do you want to talk about any of it?"

Danny gave a pained whine, then winced at how loud it was. "N-no."

"Okay."

The sounds of the forest were friendlier now, keeping the silence from becoming pervasive. Jazz sat quietly with her oversized brother, glad to no longer have to worry about where he was.

Jazz's phone buzzed with a phone call, and she and Danny both jumped. Jazz fumbled for the phone. "H-hi, Mom. I'm still looking.... Yeah, I'm going to stay out longer, my phone still has battery. ...Uh-huh. ...Yeah, I hope so too. ...He's probably okay, Mom, he'll be back. ...I will. You too. Love you."

Jazz hung up the phone. Danny was hanging his head like he was ashamed of something. Jazz looked at his face without thinking, and he flinched nervously even though he looked pretty normal at that point. Maybe it was the uncanny valley he was worried about. He did look a little strange at this point, but Jazz had seen worse.

"You really don't look that bad, you know. I'm not just saying that."

"Ugh..." A clawed hand buried Danny's face. "I'm making her worry... I made you all worry."

"Come on, no shaming, we've talking about this. That's not constructive." Jazz ruffled the feathers atop Danny's head. They felt thinner now, closer to hair.

"Ssorry," Danny muttered.

Jazz rolled her eyes, pulling Danny to her side for a hug again and some pats on the back. "It's okay. I know you're doing your best.

Danny was getting better. He was pretty close to normal size. Jazz glanced over him and was pleased to see much of his skin now visible, ghostly simulacrum of his hazmat suit returning in place of feathers and scales. "You feel almost ready to change back you think?"

"Yeah..." Danny's shoulders drooped. "What am I gonna tell Mom?"

"What are we gonna tell Mom, you mean." Jazz gave Danny's shoulder a squeeze. "I've got your back. You're not alone in this, okay?"

Danny took a deep breath, the last of his feathers disappearing. "Okay."

Jazz stood up, then offered Danny a hand. "Let's start walking. We can figure out a story as we go, then I'll call Mom when we're ready."

Danny took her hand and followed as Jazz started walking. "Is there maybe some normal-ish explanation for all this? I'd rather not stick with the story that I ran away. Maybe me and Sam were on a walk or something and my phone died and I lost track of her?"

"That's a good start. I could message Sam about the excuse. Is youre phone actually dead?"

"Well, yeah."

"That makes me feel better about you ignoring my calls."

"Sorry."

"Y'know, Danny?"

"Yeah?"

Jazz pulled him in for another quick hug as they walked. "I'm really glad you're coming home."

"Aww man, don't make it weirder than it has to be."

"Emotions aren't weird, little brother."

"You're weird."

"My sincerest apologies for being the weirdest member of the family. I hope you'll all still be able to love me."

"Aww man, Jazz."

#my fanfics #Danny Phantom #Jazz Fenton #Danny Fenton #Phic Phight #Phic Phight 2024 #AU #yeah i made it wholesome sorry not sorry #fenton family fluff

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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niki with a so who’s love language is physical touch and quality time?

a/n: bro, I live for ni-ki imagines bc it’s so cute all the time🥹 my child fr cute though :(

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genre: fluff but angst for the first part

synopsis: you loved spending time with ni-ki and you most definitely loved showing affection to him. you thought he loved it however, when you visited the dorm to surprise him...you overheard something. something about you.

ALL I NEED

dating ni-ki came with an issue. okay wait, two issues. one being he is an idol with tons of schedules and practically no time to laze around. this wasn't an issue that only you were facing, you were sure other idols who had non-idol partners were facing this too. however, the second issue...it was kinda sad honestly.

you loved ni-ki. you knew he loved you too and he does show how much he loves you whenever he has time. lately though, you notice ni-ki getting a little distant from you. he used to love cuddling with you whenever he got the chance to. he always facetime you before a show or schedule so that you were informed of his whereabouts.

— placing this in case read more messes up —

you were thankful he took the time to do so because it showed that he cared for you. however, it stopped the moment he got back from their Asia World Tour. at first, you thought that maybe he was just tired and so you let him be and ignored it. then as time passes by, you weren't seeing ni-ki as much. you called in for a little date knowing he had a day off but he says he is just too tired for that.

it was fine if didn't go out somewhere for any dates and so you suggested visiting their dorm. ni-ki denied it and just stopped replying you after that. the next day, since you knew they still had an off day, you decided to visit their dorms secretly. it was a surprise for him and maybe the boys too because you haven't seen them in a hot minute.

their manager lets you in since you told them about wanting to surprise the boys. as you draw closer to the living room, you heard chattering and the tv. they were most probably playing some video games since it was their off day. you also ni-ki's voice so you were ready to pop out and present them with bags of snacks.

you stopped yourself when you heard, "ni-ki, are you ignoring (name)?" jake asks.

"yeah, i just don't feel like talking to her."

"but she's your girlfriend." sunoo says.

"so? she needs to realise i have my own life. i already have to worry about practices, i don't need to worry about someone."

"won't she feel sad?" jake asks.

"i'm sure she can handle it, hyung. also, i don't like how clingy she is. she constantly checks up on me. especially during off-days. it's just tiring and want to rest."

your heart drops, you wanted to step away but you bumped into someone.

"heeseung." you whisper. his eyes widened.

"(name)." you dropped the bags and just left. their front door slamming shut. the three boys that were in the living room went to inspect the noise. they saw heeseung standing there with the bags you had left.

“oi, hyung. thanks for the snacks!” jake happily picks up the bag from the ground.

“I didn’t buy these.” heeseung says.

“then who bought it?” sunoo asks.

“(name), came by. I assumed to see ni-ki but she ran out the moment I saw her. she dropped these though.”

it didn’t click in ni-ki’s just yet but jake’s jaw drops. both sunoo and jake stared at each other and then ni-ki.

“ni-ki, I think she heard what you said.” ni-ki tenses up.

“what did he say?” heeseung tilts his head.

“i called her clingy.” ni-ki whispers. heeseung gasps.

“ni-ki, I think it’s best you go find her right now and apologise to her.”

ni-ki grabs his phone and wallet, “already thought about doing so.” he quickly bolts out of the dorms.

as for you, you were busy walking around the park. it was beautiful at night. the ducks swimming in the pond-

ah you were thinking about your boyfriend again. you sighed, did he really love you or were you really the problem? were you that clingy just like ni-ki mentioned?

you settled onto the bench and kicked a pebble that was just beneath your feet. maybe, you were just a bad girlfriend. should you distant yourself from him to give him the space he needs?

“babe.” the sound of his voice pulls you out of your trance. he walks closer and wipes the tear that stained your cheeks. you didn’t even know you were crying.

you grabbed ni-ki’s hand and pulled it away from your face. ni-ki’s heart races.

“i’m sorry about I said back then. i shouldn’t have said you were clingy, I love it when you’re clingy and you show affection. i just-”

“are you tired of me?” you looked straight into his eyes. you could tell he was shocked.

“no. never.”

“do I make you disgusted when I act all clingy?”

“(name)…”

“do I?”

“not at all.”

you nod. ni-ki pulls you into a hug.

“i’m sorry I said those things before. I let my mouth run quicker than my mind could even process what i said. I really do love your cuddles and hugs.”

“really?”

ni-ki pecks your lips, “really.” he leaves a small peck on your nose. you smiled a little. ni-ki wipes the tears that were still wet on your cheeks.

“my pretty girl.” he says. you blushed at his words and hid your face on his chest. ni-ki chuckles.

that night, ni-ki continues to let out a string of apologies along with tons of kisses and hugs. you knew that you and ni-ki could work this out because that is what being in a relationship is like.

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shiorimakibawrites · 6 months

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Imitation (Kinktober Day 9)

Personal Masterlist for Kinktober 2023

Flightless AngelWings's original prompt list can be found here.

Day 9 - Role Play

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2,057

Warnings: Role play, referenced masturbation, leather kink, kissing, love bites, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, hand job, spanking, light bruising, unprotected p in v sex, overstimulation

Tagging: @flightlessangelwings

Imitation

You looked in the mirror, doing one last inspection of your costume. Black cargo pants, belt, long-sleeved shirt, tactical boots and gloves – check. Black pads for your elbow, forearm, and wrists – check. Holster around your thigh complete with batons – check. Only thing left was the black mask.

The mask had been the most difficult part. It had taken you a couple of weeks to find something that looked right. That something ended up being your black leggings. Bonus was that you could kinda of see through it. Yes, if asked, Matt would teach you how to navigate while blindfolded. But that would have given away your plans.

When Matt agreed to role play, he was probably expecting you to dress up as nurse. Or a cop. Maybe a judge. You had bet good money that he was not expecting the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

When he got home from work, you were waiting by the roof access door. A door you swung closed with a heavy thud just as he entered the apartment. That didn’t startle him like it would have you. But he did seem surprised, standing there with his back to you, hand still on the door he had just pushed close.

He might not have jumped like you would have but you rolled with it, saying, “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You had created your own Devil voice. It was lower register than your normal speaking voice, not unlike his, but instead of trying and failing to replicate that gravely rasp, you went with a husky, purring quality. You thought it sounded pretty good. Much better than actually mimicking his voice poorly and sounding ridiculous.

Matt turned to face you, tilting his head to one side, his brow burrowed as he visibly concentrated his senses on you. Trying to work out what role you had decided to play. Listening to your excited heartbeat. To how the clothing you were wearing sounded as you moved away from the door. To the sound of your heavy boots as you moved down the stairs into main living space.

Watching his nostrils flare and his tongue dart across his lips, you knew he could smell that you had been touching yourself. Could taste that you were still wet.

He said your name in a questioning tone as you stalked toward him.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” you said as you stopped in front of him. “Just a little bruising on my ribs.”

“Bruising?” he repeated, sounding a mixture of confused, concern, and anger. His hands reached for you, intend on assessing the mentioned injury and his expression already beginning to darken with fury at the very idea that someone had harmed you. The moment his hands landed on your torso and felt the material of your shirt, you saw the pieces click together.

It didn’t take him long to get into character. Gingerly tracing your ‘bruised’ ribs, he asked, “Nothing else? We don’t need to call Claire?”

“No,” you said. “I’m fine. It was a quiet night.”

He made an acknowledging humming noise as his hands roamed your body with the same light touches that you did when checking him for injuries. Through his lips twitched with barely suppressed laughter when he came across your batons and realized they were the lightweight wooden rods you used for craft projects and gardening.

“Wearing the black again?” he asked, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

“It’s a classic,” you said, reaching up to cup his face in your gloved hands. He shuddered. Just a little one but still noticeable. You were intrigued and make a mental note to explore that reaction further. But right now, you want to kiss him.

Maybe it’s because you are already worked up and he was already getting excited but there was nothing sweet or chaste about that kiss. You were both panting by the time you were forced to end that kiss but you weren’t done with his mouth. You nipped and sucked at his bottom lip, swallowing his moans, your hands buried in his hair.

With some reluctance, you let go of his lip to start trailing kisses down his neck until you reached the collar of his button-down shirt. Then one hand was forced to leave his hair in favor of the loosening that tie so you could reach that sensitive spot that otherwise partially covered by his collar. Once done, you kissed, nipped, and sucked at the flesh until you were sure he was going to have a hickey there.

One that would be partially visible when he was fully dressed. Fair was fair. He had done the same thing to you numerous times. He groaned and his hands slide off your waist in favor of your ass.

“Grabbing my ass now, sweetheart?” you murmured into his neck, still kissing and nipping, while your hands worked to unbutton his shirt.

“Can’t help it, babe,” he said in between pants, kneading your ass with both hands. “Your ass is too pretty not to touch.”

You made a humming sound as acknowledgment, taking a quick break from unbuttoning his shirt to give his ass a squeeze. “Right back at ya, sweetheart.”

Eager for his bare skin, you focused on making quick work of his clothes. Pulling his tie off, you let it fall where it may on the floor. You finished unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it and his suit jacket off at once. Then you got back to the serious business of turning him into a moaning mess.

Which you were having remarkable success at. Feeling your hands in tactical gloves roaming over his torso, judging by those little shudders as your gloved fingers traced his muscles and scars. Along with a groan when your wandering hands reached his nipples. Followed by an even louder groan when you switched from your fingers to your mouth.

His hands hadn’t remained idle. One hand remained on your ass but the other was undoing your belt. It didn’t long for his clever fingers to take care of the belt as well as the button and the zipper. He reached into your pants to find another surprise. A deep, rumbling moan erupted from his chest.

“No panties?” he said, his voice already sounding wrecked.

“Nope,” you answered, gasping when the hand on your ass lifted and then came back down with a smack.

“Well, aren’t you a naughty little devil?” he said as two of those thick fingers found your clit. You couldn’t stopped the loud moan at the sparkles of pleasure this caused if you had wanted to. Nor did you miss the smug smirk spreading across his face.

Two could play at that game, Mr. Murdock.

You unbuckled his belt and opened the closures on his pants. Then reached your hand inside his boxers and wrapped around your hand around his growing erection. Your reward was a gasp and jerk of his hips. And some muttered swearing as you started stroking his cock into full hardness.

“I think,” you said, pausing to moan when one of his fingers slipped inside you. “That you – Oh God, Matt – have a thing – yes, there – for leather gloves.”

“I might,” he grunted, pumping two fingers into your eager cunt as you continued to jerk him off. “Be – fuck, sweetheart – interesting to see your – ah – reaction.”

It was a little awkward getting to the couch, considering you were very reluctant to lose his fingers inside you or remove your hand from his cock. Matt seemed equally disinclined. But eventually you got there. When the back of his legs hit the couch, you took your hand off of his cock. He let out a low whine, a sound you echoed as sitting down required him removing his fingers from inside you. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you watched him put those fingers in his mouth and moaned.

But you had a plan – your cunt wouldn’t be empty for long.

As quickly as possible, you took off the boots and stripped off your pants. Not bothering to remove the rest of your clothes, you placed your right knee against his left thigh. You gripped his shoulders to maintain your balance as you lifted your other leg into position.

You had no idea when and where his glasses had disappeared but you were happy they had. Because it mean that you got to see the excited anticipation lighting up his entire face as you straddled him. His hands eagerly made themselves at home on your hips, then you lowered yourself into his lap.

You both moaned at the feeling of his hard cock against your wet cunt. His hands tightened as you wasted no time and started grinding against him. When you leaned forward and press another hard, sucking kiss to that sensitive spot on his neck. He cried out and bucked his hips. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“F-fuck,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum.”

“No,” you said. “Not yet.”

You lifted yourself off his lap, ignoring his whine of protest. Reaching down with your right hand, you gripped his cock and lined him up with your entrance. A deep breath, then you began to lower yourself. Slower than you had planned to. It was always a stretch – Matt wasn’t a small man in any measure – but usually you’ve had at least one orgasm before trying to fit him inside you. Not today.

The one advantage to the slower pace was that by the time he was sheathed inside your cunt, Matt was gripping your hips almost tight enough to leave bruises. You feel the tension in the muscles underneath you, the slight tremble, and knew it was taking all of his self control not to move. To give you cunt time to adjust when all he wanted to do was start fucking you.

Curious to see if you could break that self control, you circled your hips as your cunt continued to flutter around him. A deep moan, then his hand was smacking your ass again.

“Naughty little devil,” he growled. If his goal was discourage your actions, that was the wrong approach. The smack just sent sparkles of pleasure down your spine. Made your cunt clenching tightly around him. Which in turn made he thrust up. Just once before he regained control of himself but his cock had brushing against that place inside you that had you seeing stars.

Panting, you pushed yourself up until just the tip of him remained inside you, then lower yourself back down until he had bottomed out again. Again and again, building a rhythm and (too) slowly increasing your pace. The slower build-up nagged at your impatience but the payoff was totally worth it.

Matt whimpering under you, moans spilling out of his mouth like water, while you fucked him on his own couch while still half-dressed as his alter ego. Matt so lost in pleasure that he could no longer stop himself from thrusting up, driving himself deeper inside you and making you chant his name. Gripping your hips so hard that you were sure to have little bruises there later.

Close. You were so close . . .

One of his hands left your hip to start rubbing your clit. You cried out as you felt yourself clench tightly around his cock. A strangled moan erupted out of his mouth as he gave a particularly hard thrust into you and came inside you. His finger didn’t stop toying with your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you were slumped against him and starting to whine from sensitivity.

Through he also sounded a little sensitive a little while later when he lifted your hips and let his cock slip out of you. He gently lowered your hips back into his lap. You were both still breathing hard and you were sweating. One hand rubbed up and down your back. The other reached up and took off the mask. That it was fine. It was starting to get hot anyway.

He chuckled. You had the feeling that you might have said that out loud. You were feeling warm and a little floaty. Almost like you were drunk. You continued to feel that way even when he laughed at you for not being able to move your legs.

#fawktober2023 #kinktober 2023 #netflix daredevil #daredevil smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock smut #day 9

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bluutunes · 2 months

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" Don’t cry, Yuuji wills himself. Don’t puke.

'Gojo Satoru,' Yaga intones, but the teen doesn’t rip his eyes from Geto and Yuuji. 'Welcome to Jujutsu High. These are two of your classmates, Geto Suguru and Igarashi Yuuji. We’re still waiting on—'

'You expect me to call them classmates?' Gojo interrupts, voice dripping with— not venom. Yuuji is immune to venom. This is something worse and far more corrosive. 'They’re both more curse than human.'

Yuuji bites his tongue. He knows he just has to take this kind of thing as it comes, but then, Gojo is also talking about—

'Pardon me?' Geto says. He squares his shoulders and takes a step that puts his body half in front of Yuuji’s, and Yuuji takes a second to clock that the gesture is protective. Geto Suguru is trying to protect Yuuji from Gojo Satoru. That’s a strange thought if there ever was one. 'I think you’ll find we’re sorcerers, just like you.' "

Fanart for the crazy good fic "the heroine is annoying, but she dies spectacularly at the end" by @hockeyisforthegays! This fic has been living rent free in my head for the past three weeks. Iif you're a fan of JJK, time travel, shenanigans, and wonderfully subtle yet deep character analysis, PLEASE go read it! Seriously! I'll probably draw more stuff for it as the brainworms continue, so you'll get some added context, and again, the story is REALLY good!

Chapter 3, Chapter 4

#jjk #fanart #my art #first piece of art im posting on here ! three cheers for finally getting around to it!#heroine fic

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bengiyo · 4 months

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Top 5 BL parent-child relationships?

I actually don't think we had a ton of parents this year, but some of them were good!

Gim and Gun in My School President

When I tell you I ugly cried when they were singing Let Me Tell You at Hot Wave and I thought that might be the last thing she ever saw of her son: was him being brave on stage and doing what he loved even as he worried about her. I'm literally tearing up right now just thinking about it. She showed up as soon as her son and his friends were in trouble and intimidated people into letting them go. The last lesson she tried to teach her son was to cherish the people who love you. I love her so much.

Photjanee and Tinn's Father in My School President

It takes a lot to recognize that you may have messed up with your kid, and even more to not interfere in their affairs when you're worried. She recognized that something she had done made her loving son not trust her with something important about himself, and she turned to her husband to figure that out. Then, when the crisis moment came and someone came for her son, she put herself right in front of the opposition and said "No, don't you ever touch my son ever again." She stood in the crowd and said, "Scream louder," for his first love. This dad always has his son's back, and will do the dad thing of nudging the stern mom to relent and let them have a little fun because he trusts his son.

Jim and Li Ming in Moonlight Chicken

The hardest part about being an uncle who becomes a father is it's not something you planned. In Jim's case, he also lost his partner. Despite his poverty and his grief, Jim still gave Li Ming all of his best qualities. Li Ming is kind and thoughtful. He is righteous and stubborn. He values community. Nowhere else in this genre have we ever seen a father and son expressed like them. They are one of the most important things Aof has ever given us, and it doesn't surprise me that this is what we got out of his original work.

Shiro and His Parents in What Did You Eat Yesterday? 2

When Shiro told his father that his friend borrowed the character from his name and so the child is named Goro like him. He went on to say that he always regretted that he couldn't give them grandkids, but feels like he's done right by them by passing on what he learned from them, you could see something finally click between all of them and give them peace. Shiro's parents have not handled his queerness gracefully, and I've loved the slow work between all of them to do better by each other. Coming out of the painful barrier they put between them and Kenji in the movie, I like how much of this season was Shiro's parents undoing that.

Ueda Koji in Our Dining Table

This man lost his wife and now caring for a very young son with the help of his depressed adult son. No matter the grief he's carrying, he's continued to maintain his profession and provide for his sons. When he sees a kind stranger reignite his own son, he does everything he can to support that relationship, including physically throwing his own son out of the house to go reconcile. He gave Yutaka the kindest advice I've ever seen about going into love with your heart open and your mind clear, knowing that you will probably lose that love at some point. Incredible father figure of the year.

Ask Me Top 5 BL 2023 Anything

Wow, congratulations, anon. You are the first person to make me cry as I answered all of these questions.

#answered #best of bl 2023 #our dining table #my school president #moonlight chicken #what did you eat yesterday?#kinou nani tabeta #bokura no shokutaku

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unhingedsquash · 2 months

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(I wrote this in the break room at work and it’s short and on a cliffhanger bc that’s what I do best, but user @eleccy u hit my exact brand of fic preference. I probably will make this a full fic on ao3 soon if I get around to it.)

Oh.

Oh, it seemed so obvious now that it hit him in the face.

All Klavier could think about as Apollo’s crackled voice mentioned his father over the phone, attaching an image in their text messages, was of the guitar.

The guitar Lamiroir had gifted him so graciously when he had visited Borginia. She had traced her fingers delicately at the base of the neck of the guitar until they landed on a small carving. She explained that she’d had the guitar for so long that she forgot where it came from. She didn’t play the guitar, and was struggling to learn—partially from her loss of sight, mostly from her inability to have time to herself and no one to teach her.

“Your guitar playing moved me,” she explained. “The melodies are so lovely… it almost feels familiar. I don’t know where this guitar came from, but whoever played it before… I think, must’ve played as beautifully as you. I would like you to have it.”

And, of course, with great honor, Klavier accepted. It was such a sentimental gift, he felt the need to protect it. On top of that, the guitar was such high quality and in such excellent condition, it felt like he’d won the lottery.

Alas, it was unable to be saved. The incident in the summer of 2026 ripped the precious gift from his grasp before he could even put her to safety. But he was able to save a single, singed piece, with a barely legible carving, from the base of the neck of the guitar.

Now all he could do was stare at the cased up piece of wood with J.J. carved into it sitting in his guitar display as Apollo rambled on about his days in Khura’in, while the name Jove Justice rung through his head, and the all-too-familiar guitar stared back at him in an old picture of Apollo’s father.

So many instances played through his head. From the first time she reconnected after the incident, to their semi-regular coffee get-togethers where she would make comments that started to click. Things like, “How is Apollo doing? And Trucy?” and the hesitance, then denial every time Klavier offered to deliver mail or extend a phone number. And comments about remembering her past, but the resistance to provide details.

It all started to make so much sense, and Klavier wondered… did he know?

Subtly, as Apollo continued to talk, Klavier extended a text to the singer to ask what she knew. To ask for clarification. Did she know? Did she remember?

And god, what was Klavier going to do now that she admitted she’d known everything? It felt wrong not to say anything. Especially with Apollo right there on the phone, talking in total oblivion. God, Klavier even heard him mention how “they said they couldn’t find any information on my mother. It’s too bad. I hope I can find her one day—“

“Apollo.”

God, he needed to stop. It’s not his place to be doing this. He doesn’t need to be a hero right now.

“Your mother is Lamiroir.”

It’s quiet. It’s so quiet that Klavier can hear the silence. And it’s screaming at him that he should not have done that.

“What do you mean?” Apollo’s voice broke through the phone speaker again. “Klav, that’s not funny.”

Another beat of silence. More silent screams of shame and guilt.

“Please don’t get quiet after saying that, what do you mean?!”

“The guitar. Your father’s guitar?”

“…Yeah?”

“I have what’s left of it.”

#squash writes #ace attorney #klapollo mentioned and referenced and all that jazz #apollo justice #klavier gavin #fanfic #Lamiroir #thalassa gramarye #fic request

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cq-studios · 5 months

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This one screenshot has so much I want to talk about in it so I’m gonna babble about it below the cut

(TLDR: CQ geeks out about translating the Scala Language)

Okay, so first off I’d like to say how much I love the newspaper vibe they are going for and achieving with menus. It has me gnawing on the walls. There’s just Scala Script (the Scala language, for clarity’s sake) everywhere and my code breaking brain is eating it up.

Speaking of which here’s what I’ve been able to translate so far (out of what I’ve been able to make out… the writing is pretty scuffed up in places and it’s not the highest quality image lol)

So the first thing I’d like to focus on are the banners. Each one has something written in Scalian underneath. Those things in order of left to right are “Daily”, “Item”, and “Avatar”, which uh, makes sense lol.

I think it’s a little strange that “Item” is the only one that isn’t exactly translated… like did they just forget the “S”?

On a more interesting note though, this one for one translation here means we now have an official Scalian character for “V”. Unfortunately the character used is pretty scrapped away, so I can’t be 100% sure, but I do think I know which character is used.

(Click/tap on the images below… for whatever reason they were just not formatting correctly)

I also considered it being the one below, but because of the location of the flecks I lean more towards the first one.

I also might have translated another new Scalian character but I’m not sure…

See, on the bar at the top of the screen it says “[unknown character]ho[same unknown character]colates”. I spent at least an hour trying to find out all the possible English words what it could be. I just filled in the blanks tried anagrams, the whole shebang (except for trying that with the other languages that are most likely to be used. Those being Japanese, for obvious reasons, and Latin, which has been used in Scala Script before on the manhole covers in KH3 Scala) and came out with one possible word: Chocolate.

And I must be wrong because that makes no sense, but in case I’m right, it’s here.

I tried to cross reference with KH3 signs to no avail so I’m a bit stumped…

Maybe the little blurb on the other side makes it make sense but it’s too blurry for me to read.

Next up I’ll talk about the “Weather”.

The top text is decently clear so I was able to work that out pretty quickly (pros of being fluent in this fictional language I guess lol) and thanks to that clear text I was actually able to make out a bit more of what was below it than I would’ve otherwise. See, the smaller letters are pretty blurry but I’m able to vaguely make them out. The “L” and “W” were what I caught first and I filled in the blank between pretty fast with some pretty simple connections. Once I’d seen that I realized that there was probably a high there too, and there do seem to be “H”s on either side of the word above it… and a “G”… and an “I” (I think, I was trying to double check but my iPad has significantly worse image quality than my computer).

As for the temperature, I tried my best but the numbers are probably inaccurate. They are very blurry.

Last but not least, here are a few of my smaller notes.

I’m a big fan of the Moogle stamp, but I could not tell you what the first word on that thing is. The second is “news”, clear as day but the first word doesn’t have any characters I recognize other than the “S”. I tried coming up with possibilities through context but I’m drawing a blank.

I also love the little Potion and Elixir advertisement in the bottom corner. Like, I’m so charmed by the art for it. That being said though, I also have no clue what the text next to this one says. I’m sure it’s an onomatopoeia of some sort but once again my brain wasn’t working with me.

If you guys have any ideas please let me know. I always love to have discussions and help.

(Also I know I left a whole text box out… I honestly have nothing to say about that. Not enough characters I recognize to decipher anything at this point)

#AHHHHHHHH I’M LOOSING MY MIND IM SO EXCITED FOR ML #Like this ramble is just a small taste of where my brain has been all day #so many thoughts not enough time to write them all #kh #kingdom hearts #khml spoilers #khml #sometimes i think about ml

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talisidekick · 1 month

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It's practice.

The witty one-liners. The off-the-cuff jabs back. The funny reversals.

It's practice.

The so called "strength" and "conviction" and "determination" that people associate with transgender people. How we can stand back up and laugh it off and seem unaffected.

It's practice.

Do you know how many times I stuttered out a weak, unconvincing response? Do you know how many times I stayed silent because I couldn't think of anything clever or smart to say back? How long I thought about what was said of me, to me, or about me after the fact? Probably not. I stewed over all of it, got it piled on, and with each new remark or comment or insult, I got better at handling it. It used to hurt so much, but it's happened so much that I no longer have quiet tears in my closet. It's now "oh, we're doing this again, great".

It's practice.

I feel it's a disservice to all the trans, gay, bi, queer, and questioning folk out there who are still in the closet or just coming out or just starting to question their identity to not say it out loud. It paints that to be queer requires some internal strength that I know most just coming to their own self realizations feel they don't have. Because I felt I didn't have that quality. I was terrified because the moment all the experiences clicked together, the world suddenly felt against me. How does one person take on the whole world and live? How do these people look right into such hatred, such cruelty, and just meet it head on with seemingly no second thought? Seeing queer people just shoulder it all and carry on seemed impossible for me to do. I wasn't strong like that, I wasn't determined like that, I didn't have that seemingly impenetrable armour. When I came out, finally, I didn't do it with hope. It was with spite and the thought that the world would send someone to kill me and that was marginally better than doing it myself. I made peace with losing everything. I'd go down swinging. So how am I still here?

Because the two things no one told me: it's practice, and your opposition will bark more than they bite. You stutter out your first comeback, and it sucks. Your shout back against the hate is shakey and unconvincing. Your tenth or twentyth feels no different. Then you get that one tired day, where someones a dick and it just ... falls off the tongue. Maybe you heard it somewhere, maybe it's something unique, but it's snappy, to the point, and unexpected by even you. You'll chase it, fail, but not as bad as before. As you get better at refuting it, walking away, or laughing it off it starts to hurt less. It's still annoying or painful but ... it's another wednesday or whatever. And next thing you know, some colleague or coworker or discord server acquaintance is telling you you're strong, powerful, determined or whatever. But you don't really feel any of that, because you still feel like you.

So live. Keep breathing. It's important you keep existing in every small or little way you can. Because the strength you see around you from the queer people you meet: it's practice, and you'll get there too.

#2slgbtqia+#lgbtqia+#lgbtq+#lgbt+#trans #transgender #gay #queer #talisidekick #talisidekick things

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herlondonboy · 1 year

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Sorry Is Just A Word

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x sibling!reader / Enid Sinclair x gn!reader / Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Summary: being the sibling of Wednesday Addams has its ups and down. An up being that no one messed with you, a down being that no one chose you.

Warnings: angst, ooc Enid, ooc Wednesday, it was supposed to be happy, spelling mistakes, first person. I got bored, again. Low quality.

Word Count: 1.4k

Wednesday and I were polar opposites. For example: Wednesday always looked like she was half dead whilst my skin was always popping with colour; Wednesday was feared by our peers at Nevermore and I was babied by them, and more.

Being transferred to Nevermore was a fresh start for the both of us. No one would know that Wednesday failed to kill the jock that bullied Pugsley and I could make friends without being nicknamed ‘Pigsley’s Pussy Sibling’. When we had first arrived at Nevermore I had discovered that my mother and father had requested that I share a dormitory with Wednesday. But to stop my sister from completely shutting out the outside world, Principal Weems had installed a second floor to a student named ‘Enid’s’ dorm room.

My first time meeting Enid she had hugged me and tried to do the same my sister. She almost lost her arms. But when Enid touched me, I could have sworn that I felt a spark. Her smile was warm and reminded me of home. Is this what love at first sight feel like? I had to ask myself.

Being around Enid didn’t get any easier. She’d speak to be about her crush, Ajax Petropolus on a daily and it made my heart burn. (Disclaimer, heart burn isn’t as fun as it sounds, sadly). Wednesday consoled me, though it clearly wasn’t her strong suit. She couldn’t figure out why I cared so much about what Enid thought of me or of other people.

There was something about Enid, though. Maybe it was the way she could light up every room with her smile, or how she’d managed to break down Wednesday’s walls in a few months. Hell, it was probably the fact that she cared for me the way she did. But that something had me completely bewitched.

The tips of her hair were dyed blue and pick, like Harley Quinn. Maybe I could be her Poison Ivy.

Once Wednesday found out about my crush, she had told me to go for it. ‘The worst that can happen is she says no.’ Wednesday had told you, and you believed her.

“I don’t see why you’re so smitten with her.” Wednesday had muttered flatly, cutting off my bickering with Thing. I leaned down from my floor and looked at my sister who sat, clicking away at her typewriter. “You remind me of father, it’s revolting.”

“I’m sorry that I don’t find love foolish and a waste of time, Wednesday Friday.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at her.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that.” Wednesday said.

I hummed, but didn’t respond as I sat back up and looked to Thing. “How am I gonna ask her out?” I asked with wide eyes.

“You could always practice on me.” Wednesday mumbled.

“Nope. You’d hurt my feelings too much.” I shook my head. “Thing?” He held his thumb up. “Okay. Uhm. Enid Sinclair, I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the first time that I saw you. I didn’t know what love was until I came to Nevermore, and although you’re crushing hard on that stoner, I was wondering if one date would make you see me?” I looked at Thing, not knowing if my words made sense.

I didn’t even notice the door creek open as I tried again.

“No, uhm, Enid, I’m madly in love with you. I know that I’m not Ajax or a tortured artist, but I could be something cool if you’d let me show you.” I furrowed my eyebrows, frowning as Thing waggled his fingers ‘no’. “Okay. Uh, Enid. Please will you go go on one date with me? I have loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you, and I think you’d like me too if you got to know me a little.”

“The first one was good.”

I jumped, falling off the floor and onto the wood by Wednesday’s bed. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I looked at Enid who was smiling above me. “Did you hear all of that?”

She nodded as I pushed myself onto my elbows. “Pathetic.” I heard Wednesday murmur.

“I think I’ll accept your date offer.” Enid smiled widely, helping me up.

“Holy- Shoot, really?” I asked, matching her smile, dusting myself off.

She nodded and my whole world stopped.

The night of the date came an Enid was nowhere to be found. I began to fear the worst. Being an Addams meant having lots of enemies and if Enid had crossed paths with one of them on the way to our date, I would never forgive myself.

After being sat for half an hour I began getting antsy and left the rooftop picnic to go to our dorm. I opened the door slightly and saw Enid’s half of the room empty and untouched since the morning.

I sighed and pushed the door open further. “Wednesday, you haven’t seen Enid, have you? She didn’t show up to our…” The words got lodged in my throat when I saw Enid on top of my sister. Their lips were locked in a kiss and I was frozen.

Wednesday gasped at my voice and pushed Enid to the side of her. They both looked towards me and I looked down, stifling the sobs that forced their way out of my mouth with my hand.

It felt as if I had fallen into a cactus, and my heart had been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. It hurts so bad. I choked as i heaved a painful breath, turning on my heels.

The two girls shared a look before getting off the bed and rushing after me. I was quick though and they lost me. “Where are they?” Wednesday asked Enid breathlessly. It felt like they’d done five laps of Nevermore Castle.

“Uhm.” Enid tried to think. “T-The roof! That’s where we were supposed to-“ She cut herself off with a gulp.

Wednesday nodded and sprinted to the steps she made it to the top and pushed open the metal door to see me with my knees to my chest, amidst the mess of the picnic around me. “y/n.”

I flinched and stood to my feet, stepping away from her with teary eyes. “I hate you!” I exclaimed. “I never should have trusted you. You made me think, no, believe that someone could actually like me more than you. You-you told me to go for it when you knew she liked you. How could you?”

Wednesday stayed silent at my words. There was nothing for her to say. Do you know what it feels like to have your heartbroken? It feels like someone you trusted with your life just ripped out your heart whilst keeping eye contact with you. Every part of my chest ached and hurt.

“I really thought- i thought that for once I’d drawn the long straw.” You words came out muffled as blue lines shot out of your hands, going in every direction.

Enid then came up, looking at the mess of rose petals and candles. The note that had gotten stuck under her shoe.

“And you!” I pointed at Enid. “Why would you even accept my invitation if you didn’t like me? What did you think would happen? You’d hook up with my sister then appear at our date and act like nothing is wrong and expect me not to find out, huh?”

“y/n, I’m sorry.” Enid said softly.

“Sorry is just a word, Enid. It has no meaning here. Unless you can find a way to turn back time and erase what you did, I won’t be forgive you. Either of you.”

“y/n, please-“ Enid took a step forward.

“Stay away from me!” I exclaimed. A large bolt of electricity short out of my hand and struck Enid’s chest, making her collapse.

“What did you do?!” Wednesday yelled, the sporadic sense of emotion in her voice startled me. I looked at her and saw an unmoving Enid in her arms. “What did you do?!” She repeated. There were tears in her eyes, but I wasn’t sure if it was from guilt or from Enid being hurt.

My hands shook as I took a step forward. Wednesday glowered at me, daring me to take another step. Enid looked dead. And although I was still mad at her, I felt awful. Wednesday shielded Enid from me before picking her up and carrying her downstairs.

What have I done?

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