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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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Distracted

Pairing - Jason Todd X (F) Reader Words - 1.1K Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Oral M!Receiving - Swearing. Notes - I’m in a mood. I’m a little drunk. This hasn’t been edited so if you see any mistakes shush, they’re totally not there. Also, I love you 💕

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You don’t know how he does it.

How he can make you twist your fingers around the sharpened edge of distracted. Sink neck deep into something desperate, something hungry.

You would have thought that you’d get this way from seeing him in action, from watching him use all his perfect strength and intellect to protect those who need it.

But for fucks sake, he’s sat on the sofa reading, and you want to sink your teeth into his jugular and never let go.

His legs are propped up on the coffee table, feet crossed at the ankle.

Jason holds his book with one hand, careful to rest it in such a way that he can flip the page with his thumb. His other hand absentmindedly plays with your hair, silently switching from twirling the strands around his fingers, to scratching soothingly at your scalp. The sensation has your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, goosebumps prickling up your arms.

Nimble fingers hook into the elastic waistband of his grey sweatpants and Jason quickly stops playing with your hair.

“What are you up to, baby?” He asks, there’s an accusatory note lacing his words and you fight to keep the self satisfied smirk from your face, even though you know he can’t see it.

“Shh, go back to reading your book, Jay.” You answer, voice thick, heated. “I jus’ want to take care of you, that’s all.”

He hums in response, clearly not fully convinced–you don’t exactly blame him. You know that he’s clever enough to catch on the slight hints you throw him, subconsciously or otherwise. This has happened before, except usually, you are the one on the receiving end of his wickedly talented mouth.

Tugging at the soft fabric Jason lifts his hips, allowing you to pull it down far enough to free his half hard length.

He’s not wearing any boxers and you feel your pussy getting wet.

Quickly taking the tip between your lips you suckle gently and dip your tongue into his sticky pink slit. The noise that leaves Jason’s throat is stuck halfway between a moan and a hiss, you can’t see him, but you know he’s biting his lip, eyes fluttering closed when your hand curls around the base of his thick girth.

You feel him twitch against your tongue, cock fattening up between your spit slick lips. The taste of him has you moaning, has you thinking you’re drunk, tipped over the edge of rational thought and falling fast into hungry arousal.

If you could, you’d swallow him whole.

Coming free with a wet pop you lick a firm stripe from base to tip and swirl your tongue around the fat, flushed head of his pretty cock.

“Read your book, baby.” You encourage, spitting on the tip and letting your drool slide down his length. Giving him a firm pump with your hand you revel in the soft gasp that slips out from between his teeth. “C’mon, Jay. Y’wanted to read, didn’t you?”

His reply is a garbled moan of your name, voice lost in his heaving chest when you take him into your mouth again and start bobbing your head, hand quickly pumping what you can’t make fit.

Under your hand Jason’s hips flex and you press against him firmly, shoving him back into place so you can continue sucking him off. Above you he groans, thighs tensing like he’s holding himself back from stuffing the entirety of his thick cock into your hot, wet mouth.

“Can’t exactly concentrate on reading when you’ve got my dick in your mouth, sweetheart.” He finally grits out, one hand sweeping your hair away from your face and the other still holding tightly onto his book.

Pulling off his cock again you press soft kisses down his throbbing length, tongue coming out to press against the thick vein running up the underside.

The elastic of his sweatpants sits snug under his full balls and you can’t fight the urge to lick and suck at them until he’s gasping and whining, hips trying relentlessly to shove up against your mouth for more pressure.

Swallowing his cock your lips split wide around his girth, jaw aching with the strain. You try to fit him all in your mouth but you can’t, he’s too big, too thick. The tip touches the back of your throat and you gag, spit leaking from the corners of your mouth.

Jason’s hand rests heavy on the back of your head, “C’mon, baby. Y’can take me all in that pretty mouth of yours, can’t you?” Trying again you sink down and your drool rolls down his flushed balls, soaking the soft fabric of his sweatpants. “You’re so messy, sweetheart. M’gonna have to change once you’re done.”

Pulling back slightly you settle into an easy rhythm, hand stroking what you can’t make fit in your mouth. Jason’s hips kick up to match your pace, soft little moans and groans escaping his lips when you suck at his cock and twist your wrist.

Settling with just his fat, weeping tip in your mouth you roll your tongue over the sensitive head and give a pleased hum when Jason jolts, throwing his head back, fingers making a tight fist in your hair. Licking into the sticky slit you moan when the heavy taste of him fills your mouth.

“M’gonna come if you keep doing that.”

Good.

Dropping your hand you play with his heavy balls, tugging and rolling them in your palm. Above you, Jason calls your name, voice almost breathless, in the back of your head, you think this is what he would sound like if he was drunk.

His thighs shake under you and you feel his balls pull up tight just before he comes.

The taste of him floods your mouth as his length twitches and throbs in your mouth, cock pumping out rope after rope of his sticky come. Suckling softly at the tip you swallow everything he gives you. Pushing against his hip as he continuously rocks steadily into your mouth you guide him down, cock softening against your tongue.

Tucking him back into his sweatpants you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Go back to reading your book, baby.” You smile, finally looking up to find Jason’s flushed cheeks. “Was just in the mood to suck you off, m’done now.”

Choking on a tired laugh Jason pats your head. “You’re something else, sweetheart.”

Without a word, he goes back to playing mindlessly with your hair and thumbing through the pages of his book. If it wasn’t for the sweat beading on his forehead, or the flush high on his cheeks, you wouldn’t know you’d had his cock in your mouth moments ago.

Suddenly throwing his book onto the coffee table with a bang Jason twists until you’re flat on your back.

“My turn,” He grins, “I’m in the mood to eat your pretty little pussy, I bet sucking me off got you all wet and sticky, huh? Lemme take care of you.”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd smut drabble #jason todd smut #ella writes #the only one distracted here is me #i feel like this is kinda bad #but ive had the alcohols and i dont care right now #this is a problem for sober me #i wanna give jason head so bad #uhughurhguergergerg

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coolprettyleo · 2 months

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Don't Forget, Don't Forget About Me - Gabe Perreault ☆

wc: 1.9k

tw: angst. alcohol. kissing? cussing. partying. almost sa. slut shaming. weird frat guy.

part 2 of superman !!

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

gabe hadn’t called. he hadn’t texted. it was now sunday night; the night before he was supposed to land back in boston and lottie wondered if he had even thought of her.

her little overthinking insecure mind couldn’t help but hope he wouldn’t go off and save some other girl. a girl who desperately needed saving just like the naive little freshmen lottie was a couple of months prior.

*flashback*

“c’mon!! we’re in college now, you have to actually leave your dorm if you want to make friends char” her best friend from home told her while they were face timing.

i mean its not that lottie liked to stay home. she kinda felt burnt out. her whole life she didn’t have strict authority figures who told her she couldn’t go out. so by the time she was eighteen years old in a new city she didn’t feel the hunger of freeness, every other eighteen year old was feeling.

she grew up with her grandmother in california who had already done her part in raising her children. she was raising lottie out of the kindness of her heart. or mainly due to the fact lottie would be in the foster care system since both her parents were in jail.

“i dont know what if something goes wrong” she says, beginning to look like she can be convinced seeing how cute dylan looks.

it might be fun to dress up and take cute pics…

“it’s college! you finally have the opportunity to be somewhere where no one knows you. you can talk freaking australian and stupid bitches would believe you. your just like every other bitch tonight!”

lottie couldn’t help but smile at her friends drunkness desperately regretting the fact she didn’t go to umich with the blonde friend.

“honestly thats so real and tru. when the hell did u start giving such good advice”

“shutup and let me help you pick a fit” dylan excitedly squeals.

—

lottie walked into a frat party alongside her roommate and some girls they had just met. the music was typical frat music but she was honestly feeling it.

maybe because she missed going out or maybe because her and her friends had just pregamed a bottle of titos before leaving the dorm.

the thing about lottie is that she doesn’t usually drink so when she does, she drinks to have a good time.

“oh my gosh!! charlotte pls let’s go dance. plsss” my roommate Mary slurred whining.

lottie was obviously not going to turn that invitation down, so off she went. unbeknownst to her she had already caught the attention of several guys with the worse intentions possible.

all lottie can remember of that part of the night is that she was dancing with mary having the time of her life and then the next thing she knew, mary was making out with some guy.

okay mary!! slay!

she didn’t want to awkwardly third wheel that, so she quickly made her way out the dance floor. into the kitchen where there were several tall guys standing around with red cups.

“hey charlotte right? we have english together” a shorter boy walked up to her. lottie didn't think he was with the taller boys.

ive never seen this man in my life.

but of course she was naive. and in her little naive mind she didn’t want to make this random guy feel bad so she went along with it. as if they were old friends. they weren’t.

“oh yeah! hi!” she told the black haired boy standing way too close for her comfort.

unbeknownst to lottie he didn’t actually have a class with her and he was just another dumb freshman hoping to get into a frat, trying to prove he was somebody to a bunch of nobodies. in all the wrong ways too. he had just been ordered to slip something into her drink.

why he chose lottie, she would never know.

“here let me get you some water, you don’t look too well”

“thanks!! thats so nice! I was just dancing with my roommate but I don’t know where she went, I think she went off with some guy which is totally fine! im not judging or anything, like good for her” lottie drunkly rambled. one thing about lottie is that she becomes a yapper with just one sip of alcohol.

“ya it can get pretty tiring out there” he said looking around and at her nervously handing her some ‘water’. or so she thought.

as lottie was about to pour the liquid down her throat a tall dark haired boy came and slapped the cup out of her hand. spilling it all over the floor and on her top.

what the hell man

“im so sorry but don’t drink that. here” he said handing her a bottled water desperately searching for a towel to give her to wipe off whatever the hell that liquid was which smelled like the farthest thing from water.

“cmon man i was already talking to her and it was just water” the frat boy said grabbing lottie harshly.

“get the fuck out of here ass hat. how stupid can you be”

"that wasn't water!"

the taller boy and i yelled at the same time while the frat boy shoved him.

“don’t fucking touch me or her” he said pushing him back. harder.

"she's pretty easy to touch man, I mean look at her" the frat guy drunkly said.

the tall dark haired boys friends quickly came and got between them before something bigger started.

“cmon gabe it’s not worth it” a freckled boy said to him while shooting a dangerous glare to the stupid frat guy.

lottie just stood off leaned against the counter trying to figure out who’s the hell are these people? and what the hell was going on? and did that asshole just slut shame her? what the hell did he even mean by that? .

“let’s go find your friends” he said taking my arm much gentler and guiding me through the party. trying to see if I recognized anyone.

“thank you for that, honestly. i didn’t think anyone could ever be capable of doing something like that” I told the boy who had gentler eyes now as we stepped outside. as lottie began to sober up, it hit her what could of happened if this mysterious boy never came to save the day.

im so dumb.

lottie couldnt help but think.

“well now you know for next time right” he said with a light smile as he texted on his phone.

whose he texting?

“who we texting!” lottie said jokingly. trying to lighten up the mood.

“im trying to call us an uber, your a freshman right?” he said with a chuckle, feeling a flip in his stomach as he seen her smile.

thats pretty.

“yeah, are you?”

“yeah, my names gabe by the way” he said realizing he never got her name or even told her his.

“charlotte. but i go by lottie” she said smiling at him, noticing gabe was honestly cute.

“the uber is fifteen minutes away” he said looking down at her, into her big brown eyes.

“thank you. really” she said starring into each others eyes, as if they’ve spent all eighteen years of their lives searching for one another.

feeling her heart beat a million times an hour; something lottie has never felt before. so she couldn’t figure out what it meant. heart attack? maybe?

lord save me.

*flashback over*

lottie felt like an idiot. she knew gabe was back from his trip seeing as his location was in his dorm. he usually would have asked her to go over by now or he would of came here, but seeing as he probably believed lottie didn't love him; he was going to be stubborn and not answer her.

screw it I cant take it anymore

lottie rolled her ass out of bed and put on her uggs as she marched down the hill to his dorm with a mission on her mind.

she had spent the weekend wallowing in self pity and she couldn't take it anymore. this had been the longest they had gone without speaking to one another since they got together and lottie realized she did not like it. not one bit.

—

"gabe just call her back, if she's calling you so much then she obviously does care about you" will snapped finally tired of seeing his roommate in such a terrible mood; all weekend.

"thats the problem! i want her to love me not just care for me. you guys know lottie; she cares for the homeless man down the street that she's never even met before!" gabe gestures with his arms.

"dont be complicated gabe" ryan chimes in, knowing all too well how their friend and teammate is.

as gabe opens his mouth to talk further he is cut off by a loud knock on the door.

ryan quickly trying to escape gabes self pity party practically runs to open the door while will and gabe stay sitting back on the couch.

"lottie! come in!" ryan says loudly looking at will with eyes that speak 'lets get outta here'. will practically ran out with ryan. not wanting to deal with depressed gabe any longer, not before waving at lottie on his way out though.

gabe rolled his eyes at their antics before getting up and walking to his room as lottie began to shut the front door.

"gabe wait! please hear me out"

"there's nothing to hear out lottie. its okay to not love someone back, you dont have to explain anything" he said looking anywhere and everywhere but her.

lottie took a good look at him seeing as he looked like his heart was breaking into a million pieces; lottie wanting so desperatly to put it back together one by one, however long it took. she loved him.

"you cant honestly believe that I dont love you gabe" lottie said softly, walking closer to him.

"look at me gabe" she whispered, while softly turning his head down to look at her. his deep green eyes has her wanting to scream from the rooftops.

"I love you" she said as she shook with nothing but raw emotion and pure love.

gabe couldn't help but scoop her up into his arms and kiss his girl like there was no tomorrow. smiling into the kiss because he hated what he had felt all weekend long.

lottie pulled away from the kiss as she wasn't finished. she planned the speech the whole way here, she wanted to tell him. because when you know you know and she knew.

"I love you gabriel perreault. and im sorry for not telling you sooner. i just assumed you knew and that was wrong of me and so sorry. since the very first day I've loved you. since you saved me from my own stupidity, I loved you. since you've put up through every bad habit and fit I've had, I've loved you-"

"lottie, i know. you dont have to say it" gabe said cutting her off knowing well lottie isn't one to scream her love from the rooftops. with his hands on her lower back. making her stomach do cartwheels.

god I love him. I want him.

"I want to though" lottie said, looking into his eyes. eyes that lottie thought were heart shaped starring deeply into her soul. leaning on her tiptoes to kiss his soft sweet lips again.

the boy who was her boyfriend. the boy she loved. the boy who knew she loved him. her version of superman. at least its the same thing too lottie.

the end!!

I dont know if I want to make this into an au or leave it as it is. we'll see!

#gabe perreault #gabe perreault x reader #bc hockey #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey fic #will smith hockey #ryan leonard #hockey imagine

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miya-rin · 1 year

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"i can't believe you got in a fight.”

“he hit me first, you just expect me to stand there and take that?"

a small chuckle leaves his mouth at your choice of words, standing between you parted legs osamu has been patching you up after a ‘small mishap’ with one of your classmates.

"obviously not, its just…" his voice trails off as he rummages around in the first aid kit until he finds an alcohol wipe, gently tearing it open before swiping it across your cheek, you wince in discomfort and he gives you an apologetic look. "sorry — its just, you're not really the type to hit someone, like i know you can defend yourself but cmon, you knocked him out."

"deserved."

"you really are something else." he laughs as he starts to dig around to find something else to slather over your face.

"thankyou."

"not a compliment."

“i'm gonna take it as one."

"i knew you would."

"yeah yeah whatever, you would have done the same.”

“oh yeah totally.” he picks up a tube of antibacterial cream and gently starts to apply it to the cut on your cheek, making sure to be extra careful as to not put too much.

“thankyou by the way.” he tilts his head up to look you in the eye for a split second before focusing back on the cream in his hand.

"hm?"

"for cleaning me up and that, thankyou."

"yeah well you probably wouldn't have, the blood would just be dried up all over your hands and face.”

"oh shut up," you let out a light laugh and by god you sound amazing "i'm not that bad."

"sure, whatever you say.”

the room elopes in silence — comfortable silence, the kind where you're not too worried if someone speaks or not, and yet you do.

"say, how long have you been dying your hair?"

"oh, i'm not sure, wh-" his words are cut short as he feels your hands snake up his undercut and into the dyed strands atop his head. shit he thinks, he so badly wants to look up at you, but he knows that if he does he won't be able to look away.

"it's really soft, what conditioner do you use? it must be good for it to not be completely dead."

"yeah." he stutters slightly, but just enough that you might not have been able to hear it. god he hopes you didn't hear it.

he still doesn't answer your question, staying quiet for a good minute or so before you decide to take action. gently tugging at his hair, an indication for him to look at you, he puts down whatever he was fiddling with and his eyes meet yours. they're a lot wider than normal, he almost looks scared, but from the dusting of pink spread across his cheeks you can tell it's something different. hes nervous.

“osamu, did you hear me?” the way you’re lightly scratching at his scalp turns him to putty in your hands. “i asked you a question.”

“uhm..i started dying it when i was like 13? so about 5 years now. and whatever conditioner my ma brings home.” you hum in approval as you continue to mess around with his hair.

“you know…i should probably finish bandaging you up.” he makes a start at grabbing some plasters to put over your bruised and bloody knuckles, avoiding eye contact even harder than before.

“wow, you wanna get rid of me that quickly? youre cold osamu.”

thats gets him to look at you.

“i never said that.”

“dont act dumb now, i heard you loud and clear.”

“youre putting words in my mouth.”

“oh so you’re accusing me now? this isnt the osamu i know and love.” as soon as that last word falls from your lips osamu burns a crimson red from his face to his neck and probably lower, choking on his spit and trying to catch his breath. if only you had your phone on you.

“you what?” he can finally speak by the looks of it.

“i love you. dont act like you didnt know.”

“yn, tell me youre joking.”

“are you rejecting me right now? thats a mean way to do it dont you think?”

“are you kidding me? ive had a crush on you since we were 15.”

“i know, why dont you do something about it?” you say with a sly smirk. he still looks on edge at the whole interaction, but theres no time like the present.

he lifts up his large and calloused hands to grab both sides of your face before bringing you into a sweet but passionate kiss, it doesnt last long as you are both conscious of the fact that anyone could walk into the schools medical room, but it is just enough to leave you both satisfied after years of pining. pulling away you are met with that boyish smile you fell in love with all those years ago.

“now that i think about it, im kinda glad you got into that fight…”

“so am i.”

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cherry-lynn · 3 months

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rocky and his water motif

ive seen a few people analyze rocky and his symbolism with water, and i thought id jump on the train and contribute what ive found. i looked through every piece of art in the gallery and messed around with the dead drop to find everything here! with that being said…

obvious spoiler warnings! and warning for a lot of speculation and over analyzing! a lot of things i mention are really big stretches but i added them anyways incase anyone else wants to look into it more

starting where the pilot starts and near the start of the comic (the page “lackadaisy dithyramb”), right off the bat we have an entire poem from rocky dedicated to the mississippi river. this iconic poem is literally just about the river, and he recites it in both scenes from on the bridge over the river.

note that in both cases there is also a crescent moon featuring in the background

more poetry! this one is from the comic on the page “lackadaisy doggerel”. this is actually one of my favourite pages in the comic, its very cool! we have this poem that, again, is entirely about water. it talks about water in a metaphorical way, comparing it to memory and the passage of time. maybe ill try to analyze this poem sometime but idk im not very good at that stuff. seems to talk about rockys past but im not sure

i didnt want to just put this entire page here but i will note that the page has a raging storm, an ocean, a water mill, another storm cloud and a waterfall all picured above rocky, who, in this case is ahem under water, in a way.

last bit of poetry im talking about is probably the most relevant. rockys feauture in the “lacrimosa” poem/halloween artwork shows him seemingly drowning outside a window.

the significance of it being outside a window is somewhat unclear to me, as every other character appears in something reminiscent of a picture frame. my only idea is that its meant to show him outside of what could be a home, in reference to him getting the “unceremonious boot”. the text emphasizes this idea, saying hes away from home

this next one is more obscure and much more of a stretch! after digging around in sketchbook pages, i found this tiny little sketch on a page simply labeled “lackadaisy preview 0018”. the sketch page features sketches that were used for the page “lackadaisy palaver” in the comic, and a few bonus doodles. this was one of the bonus doodles, and i cant seem to find a comic pannel that matches it anywhere.

this sketch could be a lot of things, its a bit hard to tell. most likely, its an unsused pannel of rocky that was going to be used on the comic page. maybe him on whe windshield, or something like that. that being said, the first thing i thought of was the lacrimosa art. its a stretch but i thought id add it, just in case! who knows really

next up is rockys character artwork, which features him standing on a barrel floating in a river.

be careful rocky, you might fall! one little detail about this art that i like is that hes quite literally hiding his sadness behind his back. and again, the crescent moon motif features in the background. the cattails in this image also remind me of this scene in the pilot

…but i mean cattails do grow near water so i dont think that means anything

speaking of the pilot, this scene has rocky accidentally blowing up a water tower and flooding the area, and getting a whole bunch of water dumped on him

be careful rocky, you might get hurt! ...i dont think he cares

one last note from the pilot (for now) is a line from mitzi after rocky comes back with alcohol for them. it could mean nothing, could be foreshadowing, who knows

note in the second image: “rest” as in the rest of the alcohol they were meant to bring back

the music video for liquid gold ends with rocky dropping a bottle and the golden liquid flooding the room

i wasnt even looking for water symbolism when i found this, i was just rewatching the music video for fun! i just about had a heart attack when it ended like that D: rocky please dont drown

back to the comics! sorry this is a bit all over the place. forgive me for just uploading an entire comic page, but the page “lackadaisy thunderhead” features rocky standing over a river. at the bottom of the pannel on the right there are daisys, a symbol that features in a lot of rockys artwork and is generally associated with the lackadaisy speakeasy. the daisys could just be for aesthetics or to frame the pannel better, but its also notable that they appear where the water is.

the name “thunderhead” is interesting given some other pannels

not sure what it means though

the very first scene in the comic aside from the introduction shows rocky at the river.

in the page “lackadaisy trouble boys” from the early concept art mitzi makes a comment about rockys aim, and makes an… interesting metaphor

side note: im gonna cry is that actually how rocky gets the little hole in his ear lmao

the mini comic “wilderness” has rocky climbing out of a small muddy pool of water claiming “the waters great”, despite looking absolutely horrible. isnt shown here, but he says he cant feel his legs and calls for freckle to come back.

knock knock! its time for the playing cards! rockys card depicts him as the 8 of spades, although hes also been shown as the ace of clubs multiple times.

first up, 8 of spades! i really like this art but i have a lot of questions. for one, why is rocky holding a shovel and whats with the lantern? theres nothing wrong with it, just caught my attention since i think freckle is drawn with shovels a lot more than rocky (might be wrong on that though) second, this is the only picture i can find where you can CLEARLY see rockys head injury healed. cool! third, the outfit hes wearing is… atypical for rocky, you could say. for obvious reasons. he always wears blue, why suddenly the change to black? and obviously, the choice of making him the 8 of spades. some quick google searches and this is what i found: from various websites (the first things that popped on on google), apparently spades symbolizes the winter season and the water element. it seems to represent old age, change, wisdom and acceptance. the number 8 supposedly represents victory, prosperity and overcoming. i was going to put images, but i could only have 30 and i ran out of space lmao im so sorry this is SO LONG djfjsjnrfj

make of it what you will. as for the ace of clubs:

my google searches were much less interesting so ill just put my own thoughts. the clubs is likely just for the association with the lackadaisy speakeasy, as in both of these cases he is shown alongside other characters from the lackadaisy and everyone has clubs. as for him being the ace, the main notable thing about the ace is that its generally the highest card.

the main idea i personally took from these cards is the idea rocky will possibly not be a part of the lackadaisy in the furure. we see him in his classic outfit, no head injury as the ace of clubs, with clubs being associated with the lackadaisy. but we also see him with a healed head injury (so clearly in the future) with a new outfit and no more clubs suit.

not sure if this is even notable but this entire (very iconic) scene in the comic takes place in the rain

be careful rocky, you might get shot!

and now, even more crescent moon motifs

so why have i been pointing this out? well its undeniable that rocky also has motif with this crescent moon. i have no idea what it means but heres my very quick five minute thoughts on it: one: the moon controls the tide. obviously a river doesnt really have a tide, but still! theres some association with water there, so its notablea. two: this might be a stretch but in the pilot theres this very memorable frame where it shows the reflection of the moon (which initially looks like a cat) ahem in the water. obviously water reflects stuff so its not abnormal for the moon to reflect in the water but i just thought it was cool!

aaaand last but not least

this analysis was brought to you while listening to hatsune miku, i probably made a lot of typos so yell at me and ill fix them but not my grammar its terrible and im not fixing that, lmk your thought and if i missed anything, thank you for reading have a nice day sorry it was so long <3

#lackadaisy #rocky rickaby

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sleepysturnss · 4 months

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LIPSTICK - Nate D.

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

summary: you and nate have been dating for years, and you two are basically the perfect couple. nate decides to take a pitstop on the way home from shopping.

warnings: ALL FLUFF NO ANGST😍, kisses, cute ass flashbacks n some dancingg❤️

enjoy!! xx ❤️

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

i smiled, pinching the tip of a lipstick case, inspecting it before sighing and putting it back in its place.

“whats wrong with that one? i think itd look lovely on you ma.” my boyfriend, nate sighed, placing his hands on my shoulders as he walked up behind me.

“too dark.” i sighed, picking up a few more, repeating the process.

“too light”

“too sparkly.” i scrunched up my nose, shaking my head.

nate watched as i picked through the hundreds of lipstick shades and sizes, occasionally coming behind me and shoving his face into my neck, his way of telling me to hurry up.

“nate i promise ill be done soon” i mumbled, ruffling his brown hair through my red nails, he smiled, leaning into the touch.

he was such a needy boyfriend, like…almost anyone who knew him would think that he couldnt care less about physical touch or quality time, but i knew that he craved that shit.

anytime i was at his house, he was holding me, kissing me, doing anything he could to feel my body heat against his.

like a puzzle piece that just fit, and without him i was just an incomplete puzzle.

like i was almost whole, but there was one piece missing, right in the center.

i liked to say i hated it, his clingy behavior, but i dont think i could live life the same without it, its become part of my life.

nate was wrapped around my heart.

he held it in his soft hands, he could drop it at any moment, but i knew he wouldnt. he would never.

the second he got it, he swore to never let it go, and he stood by his word. he has for three years. ive never met anyone like nate, and id like to think he feels the same about me.

he always knows exactly what im thinking, he can read my thoughts like your reading them right now, its quite impressive actually.

its one of the things i admire most about him, and he doesnt really have to try.

“mama, look at this, it would match your pretty nails.” he smiled sweetly, grabbing a gold lipstick case, holding it up for me to see.

he flashed his puppy eyes at me, like a golden retriever.

i didnt even look at the color before i was handing it to the woman at the register. the look on his face was quite literally priceless, his smile was so cute and genuine there was no way i wouldve said no. it could be a green lipstick, and id have still gotten it.

“you didnt even look at it ma” he whined as i handed the woman my card,

“im sure its perfect nate. besides im just ready to be home.” i shrugged, taking the small bag from her and interlocking out arms.

he smiled, sighing softly, finally being able to get my full attention.

once we got in the car, i connected my phone to bluetooth, hitting shuffle on my playlist.

i smiled when the soft hum of the music play throughout his car, k, by cigarettes after sex.

the muffled rumbling of his worn down honda made the song even better.

his car.

it was the shittiest car i had ever seen.

but i loved it so much.

there were so many memories in this ugly ass car. i always gave him shit for it but i think id kill him if he ever thought about getting rid of it.

“i love this song.” i muttered, running my thumb over his hand. i hadnt even realized he was holding it, it just felt so natural.

“i know you do.” he smiled, glancing at me before shifting his gaze to the road.

“oh really?” i smirked, tilting my head.

“how?”

he rolled his eyes, “you know why.”

i smiled, “yeah i do.”

senior prom.

he took my hand, leading me out onto the gym floor.

“i fucking hate this.” i mumbled, scrunching up my nose at the smell of sweat, alcohol, and weed.

“i know mama, but you look so beautiful in that dress, and your perfume smells like heaven.” he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.

i could not feel my body. the ammount of nerves he gave me made me higher than any ammount of weed i had ever smoked.

i had the biggest crush on him.

i had the biggest crush on my boyfriend.

and he had the same feelings for me.

“i love cigarettes after sex” he mumbled, tearing me from my thoughts.

“what?” i hummed softly,

“i said i love cigarettes after sex.”

“me too” i smiled.

but i could tell that something had changed,

how you looked at me then.

i smiled at the memory, almost not realizing that he had skipped the turn onto his neighborhood.

“nate, you missed the…”

i paused, grinning at him as i realized what he was doing.

he smiled back at me, eventually parking his car by an abandoned barn house.

the house we had passed so many times when we were sixteen.

the house that i had always dreamed of owning. dreamed of owning with nate.

however now, it wasnt the same. it had been burned in a fire about a year ago. i was so upset when i found out, it seems silly, but that was like my teenage dream.

i had watched my teenage dream die right before my eyes on news channel five.

but none of that mattered, because i didnt need a white picket fence to prove that i was in love with nate, we both knew that.

eventually, we got out of the car.

he led me down the hill, the little weeds clinging to my sweater, the ends of my jeans lightly coated in the mud that was layered below the pretty green grass.

my stupid converse that i wore to senior prom.

the stupid converse that he had bought me on our very first date.

a size too big.

they still fit. three years later,

they still fit.

we stopped at the bottom of the hill, there was a pond not too far from us, there were still a few stray ducks.

he took my left hand, then my right, pulling my arms around his shoulders, his arms rested on my waist.

“i remember when i first noticed that you liked me back.” he hummed the lyrics of the song we danced to in higschool, swaying us slowly back and forth, the tall grass rubbing against my baggy jeans.

“think i like you, best when your just with me…and no one else.” i whispered, pressing my forehead against his, like we did a few years ago.

“i still get butterflies from you.” he whispered, smiling softly.

“ive still got a crush on you.” i whispered back, the corners of my lips curving up.

“your smiles still as beautiful it was when we were in eighth grade.” he mumbled, playing with a strand of my hair.

“your eyes are just as pretty as they were when we were sixteen.” i tilted my head, my eyes subconsciously falling to his lips.

as if he read my mind, he had leaned forward slightly, pressing his lips against mine.

it wasnt rough or forced, it was the perfect kiss a person would imagine.

like the ones in the movies.

the kinds you read in books, that you laugh at when they say their boyfriends lips fit perfectly together.

i used to laugh, but it really is true.

nate was my puzzle piece that fit perfectly against my lips, against my heart.

he pulled away, a small hint of blush had found its way onto his cheeks.

“youve got the lipstick all over your lips now” i giggled, trying to smear it off.

“stop, stop.” he pushed my hand away from his mouth, laughing lightly. “i like it.” he smiled, rubbing his hands over my back.

i took his hand, sitting down in the grass, pulling him down with me.

we just studied the light blue sky for a while, a comfortable blanket of silence warming the atmosphere.

“im gonna buy this house one day.” he glanced at me, “im gonna fix it up, for us and our little ones.”

“really?” i grinned, leaning into him.

his arm slid over my shoulder, hugging me to his chest,

“yeah.”

stop this is so cute i love writing shit like this oddmdme

goodnight cuties xx

#Spotify #nathan doe #nate doe #n8 #sturniolos #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #idk #chris sturniolo #help #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #fluff #cigarettes after sex #k #cute

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rowaelinsdaughter · 2 months

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Do you think you can write Lidia x reader and add some tension and angst (but happy ending)

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

a/n;; i liked the idea and i had it since i first read your ask and i tried to make it angst angst angst and happy ending and i think ive done a good work because i like how it turned out. thank u for the ask. love uuuuuu

WARNINGS;; drugs, hurt, angst, s3xual ass-ult mention, reader "cheats" one lidia (not true, people are assholes)

a buzz woke her up.

her phone was ringing. no ringing, buzzing.

she blinked slowly, the sun illuminating every corner of their room.

no. no their room.

she was in a stranger's room. and she was naked.

a male was on the other side of the bed, sleeping and snoring loudly, not caring who was at his side. her head hurt, and the last thing she knew was that she was at a club with bryce, ruhn and hunt having some fun. what has she done? and the most important thing… what was she going to say to her mate? her entire body hurt, and she had some marks on her body.

she looked for her clothes and when she was dressed she made her way to their house. anxiety crept through her body, she was an awful person. she opened the door and made her way to the living room and found lidia watching the street through the window.

“hi ba-” she sniffed. her scent was mixed with alcohol and the male's scent. she was going to throw up.

“what have you done?”

“i… i don't know”

“you don't know? you scent is mixed with another male.” lidia’s voice was filled with hurt. betrayal. anger.

“babe, please, listen to me, i dont know what happened”

“no, i think you know perfectly what happened, but you won't tell me. and i want you to tell me the truth… have you slept with another person?”

she breathed in and out twice. that’s it. that was the end. “i did it”

lidia started to cry.

“how could you? how could you do that to me?” she said loudly

“babe please, let me explain-”

“no. i dont want to hear nothing from you right now” lidia went to their room, slamming the door behind her.

she fell to her knees.

4 days after the event, she felt sick. mentally and physically.

she knew lidia ate because when she went to the kitchen the dishes were clean. lidia didn’t look at her or talk to her, she acted as if she was alone. she deserved it, after all, she was the one who cheated on her.

she was in the kitchen trying to eat something, but she couldn't eat. she had been throwing up for 3 days straight, the dizziness from the alcohol was gone hours after the argument and her bones hurt like hell.

she took the pan and some meat for lunch. she knew lidia had already eaten, so she tried to make something. and she felt it then.

her vision started to blur, her balance was off and her heartbeat was slow, her breathing also slow.

she fell to the ground. glass shattering around her and the last thing she heard… was lidia screaming her name.

she was at the hospital.

she didn’t need to open her eyes to know it, the smell of medicine and the sound of the machine she was attached to was enough, but there was something on her bed. a weight crushing her arm. maybe bryce was here or ruhn but the scent was familiar, she knew the scent. it was mixed with hers, wrapped around her like a second skin, a warm coat for her heart.

lidia.

her eyes were heavy, but she managed to open them. how many days has she spent there? or hours. lidia was sleeping on her arm, her hand wrapped around hers. as if sensing her, lidia awoke, dark bags under her eyes, hair messy and face a little pale.

“how are you? are you ok? you need anything?” lidia rumbled.

“no… what happened”

she swallowed “you passed out in the kitchen, your heartbeat was fading, i called and they brought you here, they made you some tests and…” a tear fell from her eyes “apparently they gave you a drug mixed with the alcohol and they found evidence of…” a sob broke through her and she cried more “im sorry babe”

“lidia, don't please. you dont have to apologize. it wasn't your fault”

“yes it was. i should have listened to you and i should have seen that you were sick”

“come here” she moved aside so lidia could lay down beside her. lidia laid her head on her chest and she stroked her hair. a little while passed and lidia was relaxed, she thought she was sleeping but lidia took her face with her hands and kissed her lovely, passionately.

she moved away from lidia, but not too far. she didn't want to be far from her again.

“i love you lidia” she smiled “i know, i love you too”

they kissed again and the world fade out around them.

tagging;; @thehighladywrites @shadowdaddies @loneliestluvr @danikamariewrites @throneofsapphics

#sjm books #sarah j maas #fanfic #crescent city #crescent city x reader #cc hofas #hofas #cc3 #cc3 hofas #lidia cervos #lidia x reader #lidia cervos x reader #lidia cervos fic #cc x reader #sjm universe #maasverse #sjm multiverse #sjm fanfic

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What's the worst take you've seen somebody make about Dante and Leon?

oh boy. i saw this ask at work but i waited until i got home to answer it let's see how long this answer is (will be putting it under a cut because its going to be Very Long)

for dante. the worst take ive seen of him is definitely "he's not depressed because he doesnt look depressed". thats just. a really fucking bad take. because youre implying that people have to be openly gloomy and sad and suicidal or whatever to be considered depressed. if you just cared about dante and looked closer at the things he does you'll very quickly realize that dante is not well. and that's fine! hes been through a lot of things! everyone has flaws! hes trying his best to be better and i appreciate him!! you should too instead of expecting him to be upbeat and energetic all the time!!! i dont even know how people have this take.

another one for him that i really dont like is. people thinking he's always broke bc he wastes his money on buying alcohol, pizza and strawberry sundaes. that is just factually wrong. in the dmc1 novel, he works with a guy named grue who had 3 daughters. a bunch of stuff happens, and grue and his oldest daughter ends up getting killed, and dante feels responsible for it. because of that, every time he gets paid from any job, he takes the bare minimum amount of money he needs to keep things running for himself(like paying rent and stuff) and he donates the rest to grue's two surviving daughters. THAT'S the reason why he never has any money, because despite grue and his daughter's deaths happening like over 20 years ago now, he STILL feels guilty abt it even though it wasnt really his fault. so ppl joking abt him being broke is kinda.. yknow.

anyways onto leon! im tired of people either treating him like a uwu submissive bottom twink who's very dumb and innocent or a dom daddy who spits in your mouth and calls you a slut. we've had so many games and external media like the movies STARRING LEON AS THE MAIN CHARACTER WHERE WE GET TO SEE HIM SO MUCH AND YET. PEOPLE KEEP MISCHARACTERIZING HIM. leon cant even be fucking considered a twink i dont know why people keep calling him that. i know this is like a very different kind of take compared to the prev two i talked abt for dante but this is the number 1 thing that always annoys me when i see ppl talk abt leon. PLEASE stop watching the tiktoks ppl are making of him and assume you know how he is just from that im on my knees begging

i think people just need to actually put the time and effort into learning about a character before they say shit and act like theyre 100% right abt a character. most of the bad takes abt them couldve just. never been a thing if ppl actually Looked at their personality and actions closer. idk

#allyanswers #Anonymous #ask #im not putting their tags here i dont want to attract the wrong crowd

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merchantarthurn · 7 months

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hello!!! if you dont mind me asking what kind of white pen do you use for adding little highlights in your art? your art inspired me to start inking and coloring my traditional art and ive been having a lot of fun with it for a year or so now but i can never seem to find a good white gel pen to use 😭

you and me both friend 😭 I have a lot of issues with the ones i've tried and im thinking i might switch to just using white dip-pen inks (shirahama has given the brand she uses it's something like icy-white but i'll have to dig that out again).

the best luck i've had has been the following:

General notes of paint/acrylic markers - be extremely careful of smudging and drying times, both of the pen and whatever you have underneath. For any solvent-based mediums (paints, alcohol markers and ESPECIALLY linework inking) acrylic markers can pick up some of the colour or damage the paper and create smudges and tears. This is relatively easy to avoid so long as you wait for stuff to dry and work in small areas. The paint itself will take a while to dry so I usually let it sit for 30mins-1hr before putting it anywhere near my scanner bed. If you need to work on a larger area and the paper you're working on isn't pretty robust you should probably switch to a paintbrush and just use regular acrylic paint (which has a longer drying time).

I've also found that with smaller pen nibs getting a reliable opacity is an absolute crapshoot lol.

Artistro paint market pen - really good when fresh, but god help you if you go without using it for too long after you start using it. it'll gunk up and I don't know how to fix them. They are relatively cheap and come in packs at least. Doesn't seem to have larger sizes though.

Posca paint pens (various sizes) - far more robust than artistro if you store them right but regrettably more pricey. I've also found the finest nibbed white pen to be... deeply underwhelming. It never seems to have adequate pigment no matter how long I shake and prime it. By contrast the artistro gave the same sized line much more consistently, but at the cost of the pen nib itself being pretty unreliable.

Decobrush pigment - I've not got these in white so can't speak for them directly, but the colours I do have are pretty spiffy and it's a BRUSH pen, which gives you so much more control and a range of sizes per pen. There is some difficulty with low opacity on these though (since they're meant to be used with other decobrush markers), so I don't know how a white "corrector" would fair. The colour range is generally pretty gorgeous though, in the long term i'd like to have more of them.

General note on gel pens - I've got a love-hate relationship with gel pens honestly. I find I can get more consistent results out of them because the ink doesn't settle and you don't have to prime the nibs, but that's only if you can find a good brand... and then a good specific pen lol. I've also found an issue when you don't let the medium below dry properly re: smudging, but it also seems like if your work isn't boneeee dry (like overnight or multiple days of alcohol markers drying) the gel can very easily take on the colour of the pigment underneath, especially darker ones. Oddly this doesn't always show up when scanning, but it will look odd in person. Not always a draw back though - it looks great for white detailing in shadow.

Sakura Gelly Roll 08 - Not sure if there's other sizes (or their efficacy) so I thought I'd be specific because if there's one thing about gel pens the specificity MATTERS. I've got a couple of these and they don't disappoint (insofar as my expectations for gel pens go)

Uniball signo broad - this was my favourite until it ran out of ink. I cannot say for the uniball signo (without the broad part) which seemingly just gave up delivering ink and enjoys carving lines on the page and maybe delivering just enough ink that you can see where the ball is on the track it leaves behind. But the broad? I really liked. It honestly probably performs the same as the gelly roll but the pen just feels nicer to use lol, and the fact that it ran out of ink rather than dried out speaks for how much I liked it lol

as a general warning though - basically any gel pen or acrylic pen should be the last thing you do on your piece, because the second it goes down you will not be doing any more colouring in that area (unless you paint with acrylics). You can maybe use lineart pens on top of them once fully dried for at least an hour (ideally more) but it's very likely to smudge.

honestly... if you scan your work, there's no shame in cloning a white area of your work to use as a highlight post-scan. i always feel like im cheating until i remind myself that every digital-artist peer i have gets do to this at their leisure lol. i'd recommend getting a good scan/photo of the work before adding any highlights anyway because it's sooo easy to bugger them up and be unable to fix it (i say this as someone who never remembers and always regrets it lol)

examples:

you can see where the opacity doesn't quite hide what it's covering - an extra layer or digital correction would have been great. pretty sure this was artistro acrylic pen. but the unseen thing is i had to correct around the iris to the point where i said "well fuck i can't do what i want now" and just fixed it digitally.

dot highlights on the left and in/around the eye - definitely gelly roll. gel pens are really good for little pin pricks because you avoid the ball-point smearing things too thin and you can get pretty high opacity from that. also some more digital "help" with a bit of airbrush glow.

Definitely gel pen but i forget which kind, but I wanted to show what I meant by "picking up some pigments" and how can can be a boon, but also how sometimes the scanner just picks it up as white anyway (left is scanned, right is a photo - you can see it's purplish in the shadows)

#asks #Anonymous #sorry this turned into an info dump basically i also Struggle with this step #and i feel like i should just go full digital with it until i find a better solution #other things i'd like to try are gouache and just using acrylic with a fine brush #mostly cos high opacity white ink is just... hard to find and dip pens are Difficult

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i been listening to too much lana del rey, and You Can Be The Boss drives me so insane like it fits homelander so well in my mind GRAHHH. imagine being some employee for vought, not too low but not too high up. youre at a vought hosted party, supes and all that but you never really cared for that; after all, you only took this job because it paid well. the company party was mandatory but to be honest you were just looking for a chance to escape and go home. the dress you had on was too tight, the smell of alcohol and all the fake laughter overwhelmed your senses when you didnt even drink much. stumbling in the crowd of well dressed business men and gorgeous women, you walk straight into him, the homelander. he doesnt know why you really caught his attention, maybe he could tell you didnt belong among the crowd of money hungry business people and drunk out of their mind supes, or maybe the tight dress just complimented your figure a bit too well for him to brush you off. he doesnt make it obvious at first, he just laughs and assures you that you didnt cause him trouble by walking into him, "woah, you better watch your step dear... you alright?" he puts his hand on your waist although he knows you dont need help balancing yourself anymore. he really just wants your scent to last longer on him. like a bloodhound, later through the night he'll try to find you through the crowd of people, tracking the smell of that cheap perfume you wore. he finds you by some desk makeshifted into a well made table for the night, drink in hand he approaches you. "ah, you! youre the uh, the girl who walked into me earlier, right?" he asks even though he damn well knows the answer.

"oh, god, im so sorry about that, sir... i wasnt paying attention and-"

"oh, please... dont be sorry! hell, i should be thanking you for saving me from those black ties... ah, i never caught your name..."

although youre completely starstruck you manage to make some small talk, mentioning somewhere along the way that he was your favorite hero. he practically shows his smirk at this point.

"oh, please... what, you young people are still into classic supes like me?" he fucking knows the answer but he needs his ego stroked.

as you answer he leans over, grabbing a cocktail napkin (also using this as a sneaky opportunity to look over at your tits, just to see if hes really gonna do this.) and pulling out a pen, he carries one around everywhere just in case a fan comes up to him.

"c'mon... ill give you an autograph... ah, after this i have to go and y'know... give the big toast..." he practically sighs it out.

youre completely flattered... and, yeah, a little weirded out but hey, free autograph.

he hands back the now folded napkin, walking back into the crowd, cape flowing behind him as you lose sight of the red white and blue.

unfolding the napkin, you see written clearly his perfect signature.... under it, a phone number.

[AHHHH IVE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING BEFORE AND I GOT CARRIED AWAY IM SORRY] i also didnt proof read so sorry if anything is misspelled!!

You hold on to that number for a couple of days, looking at it every so often. There's a new undertone of anxiety at work; suddenly you're nervous about running into him, even though it's never happened before. You don't work anywhere near the 99th floor, and yet there's a constant prickle at the back of your neck, the presence of the napkin in your pocket a constant reminder.

The feeling follows you home. You can't shake it, you can't stop thinking about it. About him. You pull out the napkin just to stare at it sometimes, to remind yourself that really happened. Why the hell would The Homelander give a nobody like you his number?

On the evening of the third day, thoroughly plagued by this accursed napkin burning a hole in your pocket, you finally call the number elegantly scrawled across it. It rings once, twice, thrice. Your heart is pounding so hard you can barely hear the ringing. There's a click, and your heart stops. You hear an amused huff of breath on the other end of the line in place of a greeting. "I was beginning to think you were blowing me off," Homelander says, but you think you can hear the smile in his voice. Your mouth feels dry, full of cotton. "No, no, I wasn't, uhm... Sorry, I would have called sooner, I was just—" "Nervous?" Homelander cuts in. His voice is low, and feels unbelievably intimate in your ear. You bite your tongue, feeling a flush crawl up your chest. "Don't be nervous, sweetheart. I'm glad you called."

You try to laugh it off, try to regain an ounce of calm. This guy really is larger than life, even over the phone. "Yeah? Why's that?" "Because I have not been able to get you off my mind," he purrs. You can't see the absent way he's flipping a pen, the same one he used to sign that napkin, between his fingers. Just like you couldn't see the way he has been watching you through the floors and walls of Vought tower, or in your own home, how his lips would twitch every time you pulled out that napkin to stare at his signature, and his phone number. Fuck, the fact you carried around that napkin everywhere haunted him. The way you would take it out just to stare or run your fingers along the writing was damn near reverent. The look of worship in your clueless eyes, totally unaware your god was watching you in your moment of prayer, was almost too much for him. Still, he remained patient, and now it's finally paying off. As all worthwhile hunts do. Caught off guard, you stammer, mouth opening and closing. "I, uhm, I've been thinking about you, too," you say. Your tongue feels clumsy, like a brick of lead in your mouth. "I really enjoyed meeting you that night."

"Well, I would hope so. You did tell me that I'm your favorite," he goes on. God, is he flirting with you, or trying to humiliate you? You're not sure which is worse. Your whole body feels hot, and your brain simply refuses to work correctly. "I'd just love to hear more about you." "So, like... Coffee?" You offer. Your hand is starting to tingle from how tightly you're gripping your phone. Is this really happening? You just asked The Homelander for a coffee date. "Not really a coffee kind of guy," Homelander replies. "How about dinner? My apartment in Vought Tower, tomorrow night. You like steak?" "Oh, okay, I— yes, I do," you fumble slightly, clearing your throat. "That'd be nice," you say, cleaning up your tone, attempting to gain any semblance of composure in this conversation. "Perrrrrfect," he rumbles. The near growl of his voice right in your ear makes you feel a touch faint. Jesus Christ. He must know exactly what he's doing. "It's a date." "It's a date," you echo, as if to confirm for yourself that's really true. "Okay, I will... see you soon." "You have a good night. Be seein' you." The line disconnects, and you're left in the too-loud silence of your apartment, staring at your phone in disbelief Holy shit.

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #THIS WAS SOOO GOOD ANON I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THAT I RAN WITH IT #my voice kink has been activated i am in desperate need of devoted voice kink fic now omg #WAIT i think i still have an ask about voice kink in my inbox....#ask and you shall receive #darling anon #my writing #i'm sorry the ask is so long that it apparently breaks read-more's dfghj #every time i add one in it just deletes it #voice kink

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ariesbilly · 5 months

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Tag Game Friday

I was tagged by @svetlanayevgenivna

1. If you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do? liv pollock so i can peg dacre montgomery for an hour straight

2. What's your most trivial/dumbest hot take? i have so many i dont even know where to begin. oh i got one. taylor swifts popularity is directly related to the mass stupidity of humanity going on right now lmfao

3. If you had to teach a college course what would it be? lady gagas influence on pop culture in the late 00s/2010s

4. Season 12 of shameless is suddenly happening and you’ve been put in charge! What plot points are you going to make happen? gallavich main storyline with mickey becoming accustomed to living outside of the south side, bring fiona back with jimmysteve, bring sandy back and give her a proper lesbian relationship cuz it was wasted on debbie i'll tell you that. debbie can stay gone idk where she is and i dont care. also MUCH mickey and sandy shenanigans.

5. Who would be your godly parent? (Can be any mythology) AMPHITRITE was the goddess-queen of the sea, wife of Poseidon, and eldest of the fifty Nereides. She was the female personification of the sea--the loud-moaning mother of fish, seals and dolphins.

6. What’s something you love about yourself? I don’t care what other people think about me and I can formulate my own opinions. <- stealing that from alexa

7. Describe your day in 5 emojis: 🎄🐶📱🍝😂

8. What Shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight? liam easily lmfao probably jimmysteve as well

9. Tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie! i climbed the tallest lighthouse in florida, in high school i had my english teacher pick me up for lunch on the weekend and she was later fired for what the rumor mill was saying was for having sexual relations with a student, and ive swam with sharks

10. Do you have a pet(s), if so, how did they get their names? my puppy! bela <3 she is named after bela lugosi :')

11. Show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence.

12. What’s your typical coffee/tea/beverage order? i do not drink coffee or tea. when i eat out i generally just drink water, if i get alcohol i like anything fruity and sweet. typical starbucks order is a non coffee frappe. from dunkin i like their coolatas. fast food could be literally anything depends on my mood

13. Use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life? girl i dont fucking know. theres gotta be more to life by stacie orrico lmao

Tagging: anyone who watches shameless idk

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easy-revenge · 8 months

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hey!! idk if tumblr ate my ask, the himeno brainrot has faded or if you just didn’t feel like it (which is so valid lmao no worries) but i would love to hear your headcanons for her!! xx

hiii so sorry !! i actually started answering ur ask when i was on vacation a couple weeks back and then i didnt have enough ideas and put it in my drafts....and to no one's surprise i forgot about it lmao so thank u for reminding me !!

also i can't NOT have himeno brainrot atp don't worry heheh

however im afraid I won't deliver too much on this bc instead of like individual headcanons ive mostly just filled in the blanks that canon left with my own things (often self-indulgent) and made up a life for himeno which i now basically treat as canon lmao (yes this is delusion central)

i will attempt this though but fair warning that a lot of the behaviors and things i associate with her aren't very wholesome or a jolly good time (i suffer daily with this brain)

(cw for mentions of addiction and a lil bit of drugs, i promise it gets more lighthearted after the first few ones lmao)

so, starting off strong, I don't think himeno spends a lot of her time sober. namely, i headcanon her almost always running on some kind of buzz. i think it's established that she handles her liquor well so i dont think it would be noticeable at work, but considering she trained under kishibe for a long time, i can see her having a flask of her own and sipping at it throughout the day.

in the same spirit, i think she would also take any opportunity to properly get wasted. friday nights with aki at her apartment, outings with the people from work etc, especially if she doesn't have work in the morning. i think maybe she believes she's more fun to be around when drunk.

i don't think these behaviors are about entertainment, but rather a way she's found to be more "functional" and able to keep doing what she does and uphold the carefree persona she's established, hence incorporating them into her life to the point of very rarely being stone cold sober.

i think she also doesn't like the idea of her family knowing about how she copes. maybe she doesn't answer her father's phonecalls sometimes, scared of sounding too noticeably drunk at noon on a tuesday. or she's often stressed about her sister's occasional surprise visits in case she comes over and finds himeno's place in disarray and her in a similar state.

apart from alcohol, which is basically canon, i once had a thought about himeno occasionally abusing pills. pain meds prescribed for recovering from a work injury hitting just right paired with some beer on the side one evening and boom yk. i bet it wouldn't be too hard for her, considering her line of work, to get her hands on opioids regularly enough, especially since the story is set in the 90s and doctors used to prescribe them left and right before the amount of patients getting dependent skyrocketed.

to complete the holy trinity of vices, again based on things mentioned in canon, i think himeno is also the type of person to sleep around a lot with distraction being the objective. she has a reputation for getting flirty and handsy with ppl from public safety when drunk and i think that speaks for itself. this is not inherently a vice ofc, but in her case I don't think she engages in this behavior being sound of mind. it almost never happens when she's sober and i headcanon her often regretting it at least briefly the next day.

oof that was a lot lmao. um chill anyways, on a lighter note i have a couple thoughts about her relationship with aki !!

i think it's a habit for them to take care of each other's injuries after missions. im actually writing a fic about aki showing up at himeno's doorstep, bleeding and expecting to be taken care of in his own begrudging, stuck up way lmao. i think himeno is less likely to straight up go to his house for that, but i see them leaving public safety and going home together to shower and bandage their wounds in companionable silence.

additionally to that whole thing, i personally do believe that their relationship could've had a non-platonic side to it, albeit still casual in its nature. leaving that aside, i think they share quite a bit of affection and physical touch regardless, considering how casually we see them invading each other's personal space in canon. so i think they sleep in the same bed a lot, after tending to each other's wounds, or getting too drunk in himeno's living room. i think it took a while for aki to stop being tense and relax into it, but they settled into a comfortable zone and it was sth they both needed more than they would ever admit.

fujimoto once talked about himeno and said that she is the type to leave a lot of her stuff behind at aki's place and u better believe i ran with it. clothes, hair brushes, a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, you can't change my mind. i also think that to some extent it goes both ways. himeno has a shitload of aki's tupperware at her place, from all the food he brings her weekly, and she never washes them unless aki comes over to do it himself and by the time he decides to take some back, there's always more. black hair ties are often littered in her bathroom cabinets and on one of her night stands. a book on her windowsill that aki brought to read before bed once and then never took home.

not to get dark again, but talking about them is bound to make me sad sooner or later :) based on the way she thinks about aki's death in canon, i think she would often panic when thinking about aki's shrivelling lifespan, especially at the beginning when aki had a lot of years to spare and surely used the sword more freely. i imagine her being restless in her bed with aki sleeping next to her, feeling compelled to check on his breathing or his pulse. reach over and touch his hand to feel him alive and warm, hoping it would soothe her to sleep.

i also think she's there a lot of the times aki cries. i bet the first time she saw him was accidental, or at least not a conscious decision on aki's part. i also bet himeno didn't really know what to think of it initially, but soon looked at aki under a different light bc of it. i think aki finds comfort in himeno being in the same room as the tears spill from his eyes after a day of watching people die. and i think himeno loves giving him that, even though it tugs at her chest in uncomfortable ways she can't quite point out.

i feel compelled to but i won't go into the whole being in love with aki situation, because first of all its not even a headcanon but very much there and secondly i will ramble indefinitely about how i think her pining for him would manifest and this is already a huge post god bless

on a slightly different note before i bring this to a close, i like thinking about her bond with kishibe a lot as well. it's not shown enough in the anime or manga, but i imagine them being friends. i think they would go out for drinks but more to talk than get wasted. i think they'd have the capacity to talk about very real things but also nothing at all. kishibe might be the only person himeno talks to properly about aki, aside from her letters to her sister, because he shares the same life as her and inevitably has more space tl understand. maybe kishibe gets to talk a bit about quanxi too.

haha oh well :D that's all i have for now. if u read this far thank you and also im sorry lmao. hadn't sat down to microwave himeno like this in a hot minute i loved getting the opportunity to do it so thanks for the ask anon !! till next time ~

#answered #take a shot every time u read the word think in this #its 5am bear with me #himeno #himeno chainsaw man #akimeno #aki hayakawa #chainsaw man #chainsaw man headcanons #himeno headcanons #akimeno headcanons #csm

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definitelynotnia · 3 months

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sorry i have to rant or i will cry i hate when im so angry that the anger comes out as tears

tw: random guy being a general asshole abt lgbtq and trans ppl so if you dont wanna deal with that today, cz ik there's already enough hate literally everywhere online, then please save yourself from this burden and move along, i hope u have a nice day bcz if i cant then someone should

i just spent my whole afternoon arguing with this guy- it was such a waste of my time i haven't slept properly last night and i wanted to take a nap but my nap time is GONE i hate this i told him im done with this conversation and that i dont give a shit about him enough to want to educate him on things and have him change his opinion i TOLD HIM IM DONE i told him that he can keep his opinion shoved up his ass and as long as he doesn't bully people i dont give a shit i was READY TO GO TAKE MY NAP but nooo this bitch is like "just say you've run out of valid points" like BITCH NO.

i can't have valid points to counter you with because all the points ur giving me are utter bullshit like how the fuck am i supposed to reply to "ppl assigned male at birth wearing skirts and make up is worse than war" like WHAT???? DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF??? ARE YOU INSANE? what the fuck am i supposed to respond to that with? except that trans people aren't hurting anyone and war is, and he's like "at least war can be contained, these people are spoiling the mentality of the youth" like YOU ARE THE SPOILED YOUTH not the other way around, im like listen if you were really pressed about children and how trans inclusivity impacts children then you would have at least read more about that but if your first point is only "they're doing surgery on children" then clearly you have not even done as much as a simple google search so we both know that you just heard that in some random reel and went with it and you dont give two shits about the supposed 'children being made to undergo surgery', which they're not, and all you actually care about is looking cool and edgy by hating on the lgbtq community because thats whats in trend right now in india. he's like these people are too privileged why cant they just shut up and enjoy life they are rich like first of all rich people can have problems too??? also being able to afford therapy and gender affirming care does not equal to rich thats like saying if someone in ur family has any chronic illness ur automatically rich like ??? also poor people are trans too? and im so sick of these ppl thinking being trans is just an american thing or a first world problem like brother no? you are literally living in india trans people are mentioned in the FUCKING SCRIPTURES are u KIDDING ME? being trans is not a new sudden occurence its been there for longer than you have. like literally after 2 hours of conversation the only points he could think of to hate on lgbtq for no reason is

they are rich and privileged so they shouldnt have problems

if they have a problem with their gender they should keep it to themself and not fight it (??????)

they are running from their problems (they are literally solving the problem thats the part which everyone is mad abt its when trans people try to solve the problem by being okay with expressing themselves freely and to counter i said that even alcoholics are running from their problems ive never seen any of u andrew tate cocksuckers ever make a "joke" bullying alcoholics he's like thats different like literally all his "points" are him just saying whatever and then if u try to explain it with logic he'll be like no but thats ok bcz i said so and this is wrong bcz i said so like fuck you dude)

they shouldnt have rallies and stuff because there's more important things like war that the government should focus on (he was the one who said "war is a beacon of peace there cannot be peace without war" when i had first mentioned that its ironic that out of all the bad things happening in the world rn LIKE war the biggest thing he's worried about is a "man" wearing a skirt but ok sure now all of a sudden war is a big boo boo and we should all be focusing on that, so basically when he wants to hate on ppl war is irrelevant but when a marginalised group wants to fight for their rights that time war is the most important point and no one elses suffering is valid bcz there is war)

it is spoiling today's youth (im not even gonna talk about this because i do not see how people living their lives and just existing is considered "spoiled" and "corrupt" but people regularly hating on, bullying and degrading a whole ass community just because they are uneducated swines lacking critical thinking skills and a spine that saw some 'famous' youtuber or influencer or wtv or maybe a reel with 'dark humor' dissing on lgbtq and pronouns and 'blue haired girls' and now they thing they're oh so cool and edgy and dIfFeReNt and "not like those woke snowflakes" just cz they degrade and bully a whole community of people every chance they get)

im so done im SO DONE with this bullshit its EVERYWHERE its a trend now to be hateful and mean and an asshole to anyone who isnt "normal" according to heteronormative standards. i understand not having an opinion, to some extent ok i get it you're young you don't need to be involved in this yet but no, they want to have an opinion but they will do no research they physically shudder at the thought of reading a book and god forbid they actually google up a trustworthy article to confirm some of the bullshit they believe they will do none of this but they will scream and shout about how lgbtq is the problem and magically that is the only "social issue" they care about and they care soo vehemently apparently that they have to post about it and make dArK jOkEs about it and use slurs and degrade them every chance they get because THEY are harmful yes sure you who are actively spreading hate are the angelic saviours of society and a community of people JUST EXISTING are the ones that are harmful, right.

#im done im so done i cannot anymore #if one more person puts a story or comes to me making fun of lgbtq calling them mentally retarded or wtv the fuck and expect me to be like #haha so funni lol u are so comedi i am going to block them from every single social media i have them on #i am done.

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haruharuz · 1 year

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So. You have mentioned that you knew you wanted to be a stripper since 17 but waited until you were 20 currently I am 18 in the Bay Area and I do want to strip not because of tiktok I do have a job (I am a server while I’m school for nursing). I have watched some videos on YouTube. I am also planning on visiting some clubs. what would be your advice to me? What would be some things I should look out for?

I don’t know if dancing is a good idea right now. I know you’re gonna hate me for saying that but there’s a reason we tell you NOT to dance that early. Because at 18-19 you’re so much more likely to be trapped in the industry. I highly recommending waiting until you’re 20 to dance. But I totally understand if you still want to.

If you ARE going to try it no matter what, I want you to take in everything I say and keep it in your head.

Don’t do coke. Don’t even look at it. Stay away from all drugs or you will pay a price for it. Don’t drink. Just trust me. It’s a slippery slope and you will never get out of the industry. And I mean that.

When you get your money, you’re going to do a few things.

Avoid buying luxury and random stuff. Just avoid it.

Open a Roth IRA and max it out every year you dance

Do a savings challenge and have one at all times you’re doing

SAVE part of your money for taxes !

Make weekly goals not daily

I also highly suggest you KEEP your day job while dancing. Don’t do what I did, I started dancing and haven’t had a normal job in 2+ years.

Dancing will make you never want a normal job again. So keep your normal job, dance on the side.

If you’re going to the clubs you’re going to want to watch for family mentality. Stay away from any club that says they’re a family. They are not, you will end up pimped out.

Watch out for the girls. They’re not all your friend they will fuck you over for their bag. Look at the stages and see if it’s more money from stage or if it’s more girls hustling lap dances.

If you do decide to dance fry a book bag or a duffel bag, put these items in it: a lock, baby wipes, first aid kit, tooth care mini travel set, alcohol in a small spray bottle (spray sanitizer works great), hair care tools, a money bag 💰 (emoji is because this is what they typically look like) you want a bag that can hold a lot and one that’s smaller as well. You’ll also need a pair of pleasers, if you get boots that are closed toed size up. Outfits you can find on shein are great and so is Adam and Eve. The one near me gives me a discount as a dancer and I build points. Also put a snack and a small bottle of water + a liquid IV (electrolyte supplement) in there.

Look up some floorwork videos. You’ll want to learn how to move fluidly and sensually, as well as twerk. Stretch every single day! Before you audition there’s a few things that would be great for you to learn just so you feel way more confident! If you can get a pole, those can be amazing for learning and such. But if not, when you get there DONT try to jump on the pole! Walk with the pole in hand up high, body away. Watch a few videos on that like pole stuff without it being obnoxiously difficult because pole HURTS and it’s gonna bruise you.

Show up to any audition dressed nice. You want social security and ID ready. Confidence plays a huge part. Like a simple bodycon dress will do.

Stay safe ! I hope this helped :)

#sunny rambles #return to sender

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 11 months

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TRIGGER WARNING (please read if you are okay with the following topics): here i am about to talk about alcoholism and drug abuse. i go on about educating yourselves before writing fanfictions about alcoholism withdrawal. i also get into things that happened to me when i was younger (also going through drug addictions) including overdose. mention of death.

i really wish some people knew what alcoholism was before talking about how "y/n got stan out of his alcoholism".. like baby no clearly you don't know what the fuck "alcoholism" even is.

alcoholism is a disease, just like cancer or any other thing that can and will kill you. people with alcoholism (alcoholics) go through a little something called withdrawal (stopping or taking out) when undergoing the.. well.. withdrawal of alcohol..

symptoms of withdrawal are painful and fatal. you can't just "stop" someone from the intake of alcohol.. not how that works, they quite literally, would die. like their body will shut down because they begin to depend on the alcohol to get through a day.

educate yourselves PLEASE before making a fucking fanfiction about withdrawal of "alcoholism".

something that frustrated me when i was younger was when my friends would do these things:

a: talk literal shit about people (mainly their parents or family members) who are struggling with addiction to usually alcohol, cigarettes, or marijuana, IN FRONT OF ME. mind you, i lost a couple family members, including my mother due to alcoholism, so yeah, i fucking know what it's like. AND i was (still am) dealing with addiction when my friend(s) would do this.. and said friends didn't do shit like drugs or drinking so they never knew what an addiction to substance was like.

b: in health class when my friends wanted to sit on their phones when we were watching a fucking documentary about people losing their family members due to drug abuse and overdose. ive experienced an overdose before, and ive experienced loss of multiple family members due to addictions. this documentary was teaching us about how addictive opioid drugs can be and how they can and will affect the rest of your life. and my fucking friends were sitting on their phones PLAYING GAMES.

and yeah i get that this is stupid shit and that i could've been "overreacting" but i was 14, and not a moron. i knew better than to disrespect people like that. it aggrevated me (still aggrevates me thinking about it) knowing that my friends didn't care about the amount of people fucking dying due to drug use, and how their stupid game was soo much more fucking important when they could have played it any other time.

having a drug addiction is hard especially when you're young and stupid. doing drugs at school was an everyday normal thing for me. and for the record, drugs are not cool for anyone who may be young who's reading this right now. dont fucking do them because it's so ridiculously scary.

a little under a decade ago, i had this older man, he was i think 21 or something (i was 13), come over to my house to give me nicotine. he ended up bringing a blunt that he offered me to hit and so i did. i took say six hits and found out later that it was laced with what i believe was crack(?). i overdosed and fell asleep in my dad's bed after walking in there freaking out literally screaming, crying, and shaking so bad that i probably gave my poor dad a fucking heart attack. and to this day i think of that and think about how my dad saved my life. and i think about how my dad never yelled at me for smoking, never got mad at me, and never told any family members about it to save myself from the confrontation. my dad is the best man ive ever met in my life (no shit my standards are so high and nobody will settle with me😂).

i trusted him because he was one of my bestfriends boyfriend. i am no longer associated with either of these people. i should have kept in mind that my friend was 15 years old dating this 21 year old man who was literally in love with her and wanted her to be his wife for life.. and this proves that no matter who it is, you can never trust anyone. it's so fucking scary.

if you're in the midst of a drug addiction, i wish you the best of luck and my only advice is to try your best to ignore the craving, and please please please, say no.

if you're just beginning the use of drugs/substances, don't make it an every day thing. make it a friday thing you do with your friends when you're out. have a drink once in a while. but never drink too much. never smoke too much. just stay safe.

people can easily take advantage of you while under the influence of any sort of drug. it's disgusting, but that doesn't fade the fact that it is reality.

the reality of this post is to make awareness to those struggling with addiction, and to get those who don't know what addiction is like to stop fantasizing it or romantisizing it. it's disgusting.

also it's my birthday soon and im finally turning 23 after what has felt like the longest year of my life. thanks for listening to my little tangent about drugs lmao.

#vanillaan #tw: drugs #tw: alcohol #tw: overdose #tw: addiction #tangent

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fluffenough · 1 year

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lulu, the furby who started my journey, is photo-ready again!

tl;dr i fucked up my first customization so bad and had to use a risky method to get paint off my first ever furby. but it worked! be careful kiddos!

5 years ago with no customizing knowledge, i painted her eyelids a bright blue. to my dismay, paint would not stay on a huge patch of her right eye.it was super noticable, and i futilely tried to paint over it again and again with no luck. i hadnt prepared anything to remove her paint, so it dried like that.

ever since, ive been chipping away at the paint best i could. with rubbing alcohol and paper towel. with my nails. some progress was made but around 75% of her eye still had paint on it. she looked even worse now with chipped bits all over.

i was about to give up and give her body away for parts or repair to whoever wanted it... but as i remembered her horrifically loud voice and charming personality, and the fact she was my first furby, i couldnt do it.

i asked my dad for help. i told him acetone and most paint strippers arent great for furby plastic. he agreed to try out something. first he tried chipping it off with a knife. then paint thinner. finally, he tried pvc pipe cleaner- not sure how he got this idea, but it WORKED! (its a pipe cleaner you use before you glue two pvc pipes together)

he did say the chemical did impact the plastic, so he had to work fast and rub it off once itd taken the paint off and do so very carefully. however it looks fantastic imo

basically, this is a cautionary tale lol. be prepared to take paint off if you dont like a color or something goes wrong during a custom. ive heard soapy water and a paper towel is enough

#furby fandom #furby customization #furby repair #furby #furbies #lulu #my furbies

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bigolgay · 4 months

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Happy new years

Nervous rambling below

I think I’m a slut

Actually I know I am

First I kiss Harley at midnight (a surprisingly good kisser… for a man. Not a fan of the stubble tho, that’s not fun). Gotta kiss the homies💪💪💪

THEN PRETTY GIRL FLIRTS WITH ME AS I COME OUT OF THE TOILET.

FIND OUT PRETTY GIRL WAS IN THE YEAR ABOVE ME IN PRIMARY SCHOOL.

THEN WE FRICK.

IDK WHAT DO NOW.

IVE MESSAGED HARLEY BUT HE HASNT RESPONDED.

HE DROVE ME HERE.

Actually now I think about it he’s probably downstairs, omg okay maybe I’m safe. He can take me home in the morning. I thought I was stranded.

Anyway. Im just laying on the bed in the spare room (I didn’t frick pretty girl in it worry not. That’s fucked up.) while pretty girl is sleeping.

BUT I CANT SLEEP BECAUSE IM A SLUT. AND AM FEELKNG THE GUILT.

Also my already hurty back is hurty much worse now (don’t read to far into that). I am now sober as well so I haven’t got alcohol as a pain reliever. I could sneak downstairs and see if there’s any alcohol left but also I don’t wanna still be drunk in the morning.

ALSO I DONT WANNA BE A DICK AND SMASH AND DASH. NUT AND BOLT. HIT IT AND QUIT IT. One hit wonder? Wait stop I’m trying not to giggle and wake her up.

My original plans for tonight was to get drunk and watch my mum and stepdad get stoned and then when they go to bed play some gta online because lols.

But then FUCKING HARLEY IS LIKE “hey guess what? (Name of person here) is throwing a house party for new years and I miss you so much because you’re the most magical human being ever and I love you endlessly, so please please please come with me and grace me with your presence🙏” I might’ve paraphrased slightly, but that was basically what he said.

And I’m a good girl and turn to my mum and go “pls let me go house party I’ll be good gorl and not cause any trouble or come stumbling into the house at ridiculous time.” And she said “👍”.

AND THEN I GO AND FRICK SOMEONE. I LIED MUM I SORRY I CAUSE TROUBLE.

Although I’m an adult and she totally won’t care right? Who I spend my time with is none of her business. Ahhhhh guys I’m actually secretly a lil baby and sososo shy and I’m just a silly little guy.

Omg it’s only been 15 minutes??? I’m running out of things to do now. Like what else am I to say???? I mean it’s 6am… I could totally just go downstairs and make food or something.

OMG SHE JUST SCARED THE POOP OUT OF ME SHE JUST STARTED TALKING IN HER SLEEP.

I wonder where Harley is. I think he’s in the garage? Although it’s cold as balls in there, but they were all playing never have I ever in there last I checked… which… was like… 5 and a half hours ago?

My new years celebrations are usually so tame wtf.

Okay… I took a minute (several minutes) to think. I’m freaking out for no reason. We fricked. That’s fine and cool. We both consenting adults. I’m an adult. Mum isn’t the boss of me. I’ve had sex before. Oh god has she had sex before?? I mean probably. I’ve never done a proper one nightstand before guys. Non committal sex? Oh baby that’s the closest I’ve ever had to romantic affection in my life. But I’ve always sort of known them beforehand. But this is fine. New experience!!! Okay I’m calmer now. Should I sleep? I guess I should probably try and sleep.

Okay, ramblings concluded. I’m not nervous anymore. See? Sometimes I just need to write my thoughts down so I can look at them and rationalise them. Goodnight I guess…

#also!! to my anons real quick!#I have seen your asks! I will answer them at some point tomorrow (today…)#I hope you’ve both had a great new years🫶🏼#idk if either of you will see this #but who knows!#goodnight!#who threw the tennis ball!?!🎾#also I don’t know why I keep saying frick and not fuck or… sleep with?#IM AWKWARD AND DONT KNOW HOW TO TALK ABOUT SEX IN A SERIOUS WAY

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