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19burstraat · 5 months

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ketterdam dashboard simulator

goedmedbridge420

who up boeking they canal

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drydens follow

I can't believe some of you log on here and thirstpost about barrel vagrants. it makes me so sick. these men are the very pits of society and have never honoured ghezen a day in their lives. there are so many other young men who make their living in a reverent way. have some dignity.

#ghezen #inghezenssight #ghezenhonouring #churchofghezen #handofghezen

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omg HOW is kaz brekker winning this he's SO problematic he's not even good for the economy he killed members of his own gang and kidnapped councilman van eck's son

dregsundrained

cranky coz your gang fell apart aren't you

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guys is this a mandela effect or what bc I SWEAR this painting used to be in the university district art museum, I literally saw it this week??? but I went today and it was GONE?????? there wasn't even a plaque?? guys pls I'm so confused why is everyone acting like this is normal for ketterdam? do priceless antiques just VANISH? am I being gaslit?

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stadhall-clerking

guys I'm so sorry I've been MIA :( I found out that my landlord was using my rent on the staves rather than fixing my black mould problem so I pushed him out the window and told the stadwatch he must have fallen and died because he wasn't honouring ghezen and got away with it. anyway I think maybe the black mould explains the dirtyhands/sturmhond fic I was writing sorry :( but I WILL finish my fairy queen of istamere meta post once I've moved into my new lodging

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SUBMISSION: sometimes I lie awake thinking about the time I fell down an entire flight of stairs at the slat when kaz was at the bottom, and he just stared at me (still lying on the floor), and then asked if I'd changed the beer kegs at the silver six yet. GIRL NO?!?!?!

#submission #dregs #dirtyhands #admin comment: laughed so loud my upstairs neighbour threatened to shoot me

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ADMIN NOTE: if the razorgulls don't fucking stop sending anon hate to this blog we'll tell dirtyhands n he'll send you your own IP address back

#see what happens you hack job seagulls

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kerchtourismboard

it's us, the real kerch tourism board, here to tell you what we're putting in the new summer season pamphlet. we got 1) three pages all about kaz brekker that end up being more of an advertisement than a deterrent 2) list of slipperiest spots in the barrel where you will fall over and get a concussion when ur drunk 3) top 10 ways to get your wallet stolen by a child in broad daylight 4) paintings of the komedie brute 5) advert for sten's stockpot 6) map of public toilets

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we are not affiliated with any degenerate impersonator accounts who claim to be us. we are the only real kerch tourism account.

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grafcanal smells like piss and you should bite everyone you see wearing the mister crimson costume

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it's all 'fuck sten's stockpot' and 'I got food poisoning from the special at sten's stockpot' until you realise you don't have the money for cilla's fry, and then you come CRAWLING back to the loving arms of sten's stockpot and our special. you fucking traitors. you'll be back! you'll all be back

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what's in the special sten's stockpot

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it's a surprise ;)

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nah I thought this was the real stens lmao

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bert smit you still have 45 kruge to pay on your tab and if you don't cough up we'll send our debtors to break your legs

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exchangingbabey follow

my grisha girlfriend who still wears a kefta and says things like 'nikolai lantsov is a bastard': ugh they're still debating whether or not the council of tides should be able to control kerch shipping, I hate inter-country politics

me: I think I hauve the queen's lady

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#I wasted a full hour making this #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc duology #kaz brekker #ketterdam #soc #grishaverse #shadow and bone #my post #dashboard simulator

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toxicanonymity · 11 months

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consider this: down on her luck reader who needs cash and tries to sell something at joel’s pawn shop but he lowballs her and she insists she needs more money and he says “there’s something else you could give me” 👀

Pawn Shop

2.3k / sleazy GILF!Joel x fem!reader / masterlist

mood board by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

WARNINGS: I8+ Big girthy age gap (68/20s+) dark / perverted old creep Joel, dubcon nudity. Joel jacks off. Sex dream (oral m & P in V sex) and coming in public. Non-outbreak AU. TW Clowns, Drug/addiction references, transactional. Accidental horror then I kinda rolled with it, possible nightmare fuel?

He sighs, puts down the magnifying glass, and swivels his stool around to face you. "Best I can do is twenty, darlin'." His tired eyes are apologetic, wrinkling under the shade of his brow as he looks up at you. "And that’s pushin’ it. Rock's not real, no market for this."

Your face goes cold. You don't know what else to do. The ring is all you have. You need $75 for your bus ticket, then you're out of here, going to get a fresh start somewhere new. You hold your hand out and the chain of the necklace pools into your palm as he lowers it into your hand. You swallow thickly. It comes out in a broken whisper: "Thanks anyway."

You walk to the door, dejected, being careful that your backpack doesn't hit any of the junk piled up everywhere on your way out. You’ve never seen so many ceramic clowns. There’s a market for all those, but not a necklace? You barely have the energy to push the metal bar of the door. It’s so bright outside your eyes ache as soon as you touch it. When the bell on the door jingles, the man says, "Hold on, sweetheart. C'mere."

You look back to the register and he's sitting with his arms crossed, thumbing a suspender. You walk halfway back to the counter. "Told ya I don't have anything else," you say, tears welling up in your eyes.

He squints and looks you up and down, then scratches one side of his silver beard. "How 'bout that pretty dress?"

You sigh. "I can't, I don't have anything else." Your eyes fall to his biceps bulging out of his short sleeves. There’s a faded tattoo you can’t see. He has the face of a grandfather but the body of a muscular DILF with sun damage.

"Gimme a minute, darlin'." He puts his hands on his thighs and stands up with a groan. He quickly adjusts himself then reaches under the cash register, unzips something, and his hand emerges with some bills. He turns away to thumb through them, pockets them, then hobbles around you to the door, his denim brushing the skirt of your dress. He turns the sign to "closed" and turns the lock.

"Lunch time," he says with a raise of his eyebrows. A pit forms in your stomach, but you suppress it. "Come on back, I'll show ya what I got."

You hesitantly follow him to the back of the store. He walks slowly, like he's in pain. His jeans are tight on his ass, and one side of his shirt collar is creased. If you only saw him from the back, you'd peg him for fifty or so, but his face and mannerisms are older. In the back of the store, there's more junk. One corner has an old sofa and an armchair. He sighs and his knees pop as he sits down in the armchair. He looks at you and nods at the sofa, as if you should know what to do.

"Fifty for the dress."

Your eyes burn with tears of frustration. "I don't have anything else to wear."

"Oh, you'll get it back, darlin'. Don't worry," he says soothingly.

The blood drains from your face as you realize what this is. He stands up slowly again with his hands on his thighs and shuffles over to a desk to get a bottle of lotion. A ceramic sad clown in a bowler hat sits atop the desk. On his way back to the chair, he looks you up and down and his voice goes up an octave like he's talking to a pet. "Hey, it's okay, sweetie. I'm not gonna touch ya." He takes down his suspenders and sits back down with a sigh. He leans back in the chair with one hand on his beard as he watches you think it over. He spreads his legs and rests his heels on the ground. Your eyes follow the grooves in the tan soles of his boots as you think.

Finally, you ask, “Is there anything you need help with? Any work you could give me?”

He smiles and chuckles to himself, looking down. His smile fades when he looks up again with a darker tone. “Fifty for the dress, sweetheart. And ya get it back.”

You take a deep breath.

He lifts his hips and shoves a hand into his pocket. He peeks at the cash and takes out a fifty-dollar bill to show you. "If ya don't want it, I'll let ya go."

You put down your backpack. "All I have to do is take it off?"

"And lemme look at ya for a lil bit," he adds. He folds the bill vertically and holds it between his middle and forefinger on the arm of the chair and palms himself with his other hand. It makes your stomach turn. But it's fast money, and you're so tired, you just need to get on the bus and sleep.

"Okay," you agree quietly and feel a little piece of yourself float away.

"Good girl," he says.

You rip the bandaid off, pulling the dress over your head right away. You hold it in front of your body timidly. At least you still have your shoes and underwear on.

"I'll hold onto that," he says as he lifts his hips to unbutton his tight jeans. You stand frozen as he unzips then reaches into his pants. He takes a deep breath as he takes his cock out. You’ve never seen an old one, and you’re curious, but you don’t look. He extends his free hand for your dress.

You stand as far away as possible and lean forward, extending your arm and practically tossing the dress to him. You avoid looking, but it’s hard not to see it in the corner of your vision. You quickly go back to the couch and sit down.

He drapes the dress over the arm of the chair and pumps some lotion into his hand. Then he wraps his hand around his cock and his fist begins to go up and down, moving a distance that tells you he's well endowed.

You cover yourself with your arms, cower, and look away.

"Don't be shy, darlin'. Only make it take longer."

You put your hands down by your sides. He strokes himself slowly and watches you. "Sure are pretty," he mutters. "sorry you're down on your luck." You look away. "Nuh-uh " he says. "You look right here." Your eyes begin to water. You look past him, to the sad clown on the desk. You're never, ever coming back to this town again.

When he closes his eyes for a moment, you steal a glance and curse the pang between your legs when your eyes fixate on the thick pillar in his weathered, veiny hand. He sees you see him. He looks down at his cock then at you and a wicked look spreads across his eyes. "Yeah, that's right," he murmurs. "Like what you see?" He nods slowly as he pumps himself. He adds more lotion.

The slurping sound makes you sick. Sick enough to snap. You're never coming back, why are you doing this? You feel yourself floating back together.

You offer a small nod of admission, stare at his cock, and wet your lips. Because you know that's what he wants.

“You can have it if ya want,” he says. You act tempted but shy. "That’s okay, sweetie. Just take off the rest and this'll go faster." You don’t take anything else off. “Another fifty for the rest.” He pauses his hand, holding his hard cock at attention as he gets out another bill from his pocket. Arousal stirs between your legs, looking at his stiff member jutting into the air, ready to be mounted. But no, not with this sleaze.

You “pretend” to be turned on. "How much faster?" You ask. He accelerates his stroke considerably to demonstrate, then slows it way down. He wets his lips with the darkest look on his face, and now that you're looking at his cock unabashed, butterflies swarm in your lower belly.

"Ok," you say, and stand up. You walk toward him slowly, taking down the straps of your bra, eyeing the bills in his hand. "How much is in your pocket?" His eyes rove you hungrily. You stand in front of him and ask, “How much if I just do it myself?" You put your hands on his jeans and squat down. He's pumping himself at a snail's pace now.

"Hold it for me," he says as he digs in his pocket. “Lemme see.”

"Not for free," you tell him.

He chuckles and hands you the two fifties. You yank your dress out from under his elbow and make a break for the front of the store.

"Hold on now, darlin'," he protests over his shoulder. You're putting your dress on as you scurry away, leaving your bag. The chair groans as he slowly stands up. You bump into a clown and it crashes off its table to the ground, shattering. You reach over the counter and under the cash register. His silhouette hobbles down the hall, suspenders swinging at his hips, as you grab the pouch of cash.

"You don't wanna do that," he says flatly, footsteps getting closer. You glance back and he's got his pants still undone, grabbing a shotgun off the wall. You tip over a display shelf behind you on your way to the door. You fumble at the lock, then push it open and it jingles as you spill onto the sidewalk, blinded by the sun and stumbling with nerves, part of your dress hung up on your panties.

You fall on your knees and as you're getting up, he emerges from the store with his gun raised. Thankfully, there are other people on the sidewalk who stop and stare at him with his pants and suspenders hanging down exposing his silver pubic hair, biceps bulging as he points a shotgun at you. He notices the stares and lowers the gun as you run away crying, pulling down your dress.

The worst part is your primal brain finds this image of him to be one of the hottest things you've ever seen. You stuff the pouch in the band of your bra under your arm and it gathers your sweat as you walk to the bus station.

At the station, you open the pouch. It's quite a stack of bills and also a few loose pills. Oxy which is the last thing you need, but god, after that experience. You count the money, close to $1,600, and you feel a rush. It’s more than enough to replace everything you lost. You walk to the pharmacy across the street to buy some water, a snack, and some wet wipes to wipe down with because you feel filthy.

Once you're on the Greyhound bus, you settle into the big, gray velvety seat with an eighties-looking rainbow design on it. You still feel disgusting, especially because you can't shake the image of him in your head or the feeling between your legs. A DILF sits next to you but you're too ashamed to let yourself look at him. You discreetly take one of the pills from the pouch and doze off.

You're back in the pawn store, sitting on the sofa completely nude. He's shirtless with gray and white chest hair and a little tummy, but he's not too wrinkled. He’s wearing red suspenders. There’s a faint trace of faded makeup or tattoos stemming down from his eyes - narrow triangles, pointed downward. Somehow he makes it look sexy.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," he says gruffly as he moves his hand up and down his cock. You spread your legs wide and touch yourself.

"Fuck me," he exhales. "Gotta have ya, darlin'," he sighs in resignation. He stands up with no difficulty, crosses the room cockily with his big dick in in his hand, and puts his hand on the wall behind the sofa. He looks down at you darkly, looming over you, stiff cock less than two feet from your face as he strokes it. You scoot forward and suck his tip between your lips. He puts his other hand on the wall and thrusts his huge cock slowly into your mouth, bracing himself with both hands.

You suck him hard, salivating around his delicious cock as his hips push him into your mouth. He grunts and moans and says "yeah, just like that," fucking himself with your mouth. His soft, deep voice stirs a feral desire within you. "Just like that, baby.” You take him out of your mouth and he watches from above, stroking himself as you stretch out on the sofa. "You want this cock, sweetie?" You nod. He brings a hand down to the back of the sofa then cages you to the cushions with his body. "You want it in your pussy?"

He reaches between your legs and lightly taps your cunt a few times, wetting his lips, then rubs your slick around it. You grab his dick and gently tug him closer. You wrap your legs around him and he slams his big cock into you, stuffing you completely full of him. "Yeah," he sighs. He retreats slowly then slams into you hard. "Take it, sweetie." You moan and he grunts.

He repeats the action again and again, and it feels better and better. His belly grinds into your clit and you watch his biceps flex. He pounds you and grinds into you and finally you burst.

You wake up moaning on the Greyhound bus and the DILF next to you looks away, blushing.

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 9 months

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Watch Your Mouth - Max Verstappen

scenario - after a self-proclaimed 'mistake' of a night with Red Bull driver Max Verstappen, you run into him the next day at the Monaco Grand Prix. All we'll say is he's not overly happy to see you.

Monaco. The most magical place in the world. You could smell money as you wandered down the pavements and nearly everyone was famous in some capacity.

You came every year to the grand-prix, and it had nearly become a tradition. But, what you never had expected, was running into a lot of the drivers in the club you frequented any time you were in Monte Carlo.

Surprisingly, you had gotten along really well with a certain Dutchman, and you had both stumbled into his hotel room, shirt buttons being undone and dresses being unzipped. As much as you tried to lie to yourself, you couldn't dispute that it was one of the best nights of your life.

The next morning, you woke up in a tangled sea of sheets with an unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, pair of arms wrapped around your waist. For a few moments, you led there, recounting the nights events.

Not long after, the man next to you woke up, and hopped out of bed. Checking the clock, he rushed around getting dressed in his Red Bull apparel and dashing out the door. All he said to you was, "Feel free to order room service. I'll see you around," as he left you, naked, in his bed.

As expected, you were less than impressed. You felt like a bit of karma was in order, so you ordered the most expensive room service you could find - even if having lobster for breakfast wasn't ideal, it still tasted incredible.

To top it off, morning drinking didn't sound horrendous, you thought the best champagne on the menu would suffice. And oh boy it did. Leaving the dirty dishes behind, you slipped out of bed and stole a hoodie as well for compensation.

You forgot about the night as quickly as it had gone by, and headed to the Monaco GP with your paddock pass in hand. Scanning the pass, you wandered down the grid, taking it all in. Of course, you had to go to the pit lane to look around before everyone was cleared off for the race.

You peaked in the Ferrari garage, spotting Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz in the corner, talking about something. You couldn't help but fangirl, and all of that was increased when you walked by Lewis Hamilton.

Even if you did come here every year, it never got any less mesmerizing and awe-inspiring each time. As you continued, you bumped into someone who was definitely in a hurry to be somewhere. "I'm so sorry, I-" you started, but then you saw who you had bumped into.

"Oh, it's you," the Dutchman scoffed, looking you up and down. He had to admit, he could see why he had taken you home last night, but he couldn't get distracted right now. "It's lovely to see you too," you sarcastically smiled, his tone was far from pleasant.

"I wonder what the papers would say if they found out that F1 World Champion Max Verstappen was the kind of guy to fuck and run," you smirked, watching rage cloud his crystal blue eyes.

"Watch your mouth," he quietly scolded, leaning in closer to you to try and stop someone else from hearing you. "Is that what you really want? You seemed to quite like it last night," you teased.

Suddenly, Max grabbed your arm and dragged you through the Red Bull garage as quickly as his legs could take him. Opening a cupboard and slamming the door behind him, he flicked on the tiny blinking light in the room.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll keep that goddamn mouth of yours shut," he spat, his finger pointing in your face. He had fucked up. And he had fucked up with the wrong person. "Last night, you seemed to like it wide open," you carried on, loving the sight of him all flustered and scared. You wouldn't say anything to the papers, but he didn't need to know that.

Max sighed, in his head he was trying to find a way to solve the problem. "Don't say anything," he commanded, moving closer to you until your back bumped into the wall. "Funny, you were begging for the opposite a few hours ago," you winked, lapping up how hot and bothered he was getting.

You let your mouth fall open as your imitated moans fell from your lips. Closing your eyes, you let yourself be transported back to his hotel room, the rest of the world locked outside of the door. "Fuck Max, harder," you whined, throwing your head back against the stone of the wall.

As Max watched you, he was unsure of what to do. His jaw twitched uncomfortably as he listened to the sweet sounds of you. Was he aroused? Yes, yes he was. But now wasn't the time for this.

Without warning, Max pressed himself against you and pinned your hands up above your head in one swift movement. Aggressively, he stole your lips with his. It was surprising, but your tongues danced together in a perfect harmony.

Ripping his lips off of yours, he looked down at you - lips puffy and cheeks reddened. "I thought that would shut you up," he smirked, loving having the upper hand right now. There was just something about you that drove him wild, and he nearly didn't recognize the man he was around you.

"I think you're going to have to do it again, I might just start running my mouth," you pouted, and it didn't take long for Max to dive back into the kiss, grinding against you. "What's the time?" He asked.

"You're the one wearing a watch, you tell me," you scoffed at his silly question.

"I've got five minutes," he told you, taking one of his hands away from your wrists that were still held above your head. "We can do wonders in five minutes," you smiled, the devilish glint in his eye telling you everything you needed to know.

Max attached his lips to your neck, and you both knew that you'd struggle to stay away from each other. A lot can happen in five minutes, and you two knew you'd be a testament to that.

A/N - I have a few things to say here so bear with me. Part three of 'Baby Fever' will be out soon, I promise! Would you guys like a part 2 to this? Also, this is my favourite header I've made. I just love all the blues and Max looks great soooo....

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#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #f1 imagines #formula 1 imagines #formula 1 #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #f1 one shot #max verstappen x you #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen angst #angst

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chubbyheadquarters · 1 year

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♡First Valentine's Day With Them ♡

Genre: Romantic + Platonic

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: None

Character(s): LMK Crew

A sorry post for being away for so long. There's another post stating why. Also, this one's a bit long, so prepare! Started writing this three days ago so sorry if there are any grammar errors, I wanted to get this out on time.

🐵Mk🐵

He's so adorable and sweet about it, it's absolutely teeth rotting. He looks up places that he thinks you'll like, see if he can get matching accessories, your favorite flowers. Everyone finds it cute- Pigsy just wishes he would put some of that effort into his deliveries.

When the day comes, he's at your home early in the morning with a giant bouquet and card with a drawing of you two. You gush about it, placing both in a safe place before giving him your gift. He's ecstatic upon seeing it, seeing as it's the new game he wanted so badly! Ugh, he loves you so much. 💖

He'll dash you away to the arcade, trying to win all the prizes he can for you, and after that, it's off to a cute little cafe that just opened. You're both enjoying your time there,goofing off and sharing treats. Of course, you end it off at Pigsy's, getting some noodles and joking around. Pigsy's so happy for his son.

At the end of the day, you thank him for the wonderful and sleep over. He's never cleaned his room do fast before-Mk's really happy that he was able to get you to smile so much. You enjoyed your time with him, and him with you. He couldn't imagine anything more perfect than this. He feels so lucky to have you as his Valentines.

☀️Sun Wukong☀️

Why choose one day to confess your love, when you can do it any or every day? What's special about THAT specific day? He doesn't get it, but he'll try his best. He'll look up what he can do, stuff he can get you, and make a quick pit stop to a food place and get you your favorite foods the day before Valentine's.

He thinks this'll be a peace of cake. After all, he's Sun Wukong! There's nothing he can't do! ... Except get rid of the nervousness that he feels as the day gets closer. What if you think it's too little? Maybe you'll see it as him taking you for granted? That he doesn't care?... Maybe he should improvise his plan a bit more.

Day of, he's at your home, inviting you to Flower Fruit Mountain. You're excited to see what he's planned, since he kept hyping it up. When you arrive, you're bombarded with gifts from the other monkeys. Fruit, flowers, little trinkets they may have stolen from Wukong's stash. It's incredibly cute and has you gushing and hugging them.

He'll bring out the food he got, along with a small cake just for you. It's kind of like a feast, and you're laughing a bit. He's a bit confused, but when you tell him how happy you are to see him put thought into this, he's beaming with pride. After stuffing your faces, you decide to hit the hay, cuddling and whispering sweet words to each other.

🌙Macaque🌙

He thinks it's a bit odd, and silly might he add, but he decides to make an effort for you. He'd start thinking about what to do, maybe make a nice dinner and get you that one item you've been eyeing. End it off with a shared night of cuddles. That should be good, right? Pfft, he's got this in the bag-

No. No he does not. As the day gets closer, he's becoming more nervous. Maybe he could take you out to a nice restaurant? He doesn't have a lot for money, nor does he like being in crowded places, but this IS an important day. He wants you to see how much you mean to him, how much you've helped him. He doesn't want you to think you're being taken for granted.

On the day of, he does his best to act all cool headed, but you can tell he's nervous. Color him surprised as you bring out a stash of gifts, from a bouquet of purple flowers that reminded you of him to an array of his favorite snacks that you personally made. You even got him some art and theatre supplies for if he ever wants to continue on that path.

He can't help but break down. It's been...so long since he's felt such warmth, so much love poured his way. He's been alone for such a long time, so having you here with him and spoiling him makes him feel absolutely blessed. After helping him calm down, you decide to have movie night, laughing and stuffing your faces. He decides that next year, he'll take you somewhere nice. A little vacation for just the two of you.

🐉Mei🐉

You're texted as soon as it hits Valentine's Day. A plaster of heart emojis and an extensive plan to fill up the day. You think it's cute, but with how long the list of locations were, you highly doubted that you'd be able to do everything. Still, you were excited to see what the day would bring.

You're bombarded with gifts. Flowers, chocolates, matching jewels. It's a bit boggling, but it's really sweet. And when you bring up the list, she's dead seat on hitting them all. You've gotta experience the best date after all! You tell her that it's fine if you don't hit them all, and that it's most likely impossible-

Nope. You hit every single location on that list. You we're swept to all sorts of restaurants and had a wide array of sweets/food, gone to the arcade and given all of the prizes. Heck, she even took you shopping to get some matching clothes, along with some she just thought looked great on you.

By the time you're heading home, you've got a large assortment of gifts. Of course, she helps you sort it into your closet and decided to stay the night. After a movie or two, you're passed out from all the energy you've spent. She'll fall asleep right after, dreaming of what she'll do for you next year.

🔥Red Son🔥

Nothing but the absolute best for his beloved. After all, it's what you deserve. Don't worry. He's got the whole day planned out. No need for you to stress about it. He's done all the research he could need, and he's absolutely confident in his plans to woo you. 😎 Liar, he's so fucking nervous.

First, he'll give you the present he's worked so hard on. A sick ass motorcycle. It's okay if you don't know how to ride it. He can teach you, plus more time spent together. Then, he'll take you to the finest restaurant, where it's only you two in a room, since no one deserves to sit in your radiance.

After that, you'll take a walk around the park, just taking in the silence and enjoying each other's company. When that's over, you'll be taken back to his house, where he'll surprise you with a shit ton of more presents he hid in his room. As said before, only the best for you.

When all the excitement has left, and it's just you two watching a movie in his room, he'll hold you close, thanking you for being with him. He didn't expect to find love, because he wasn't really looking for it, but he's glad it found him in the form of you. He can't imagine life without you, nor does be want to.

💙Sandy💙

You and Sandy have been buddies since like, forever, and you've both started the tradition of spending Valentine's together. You don't exactly remember how it happened, but it did and you're so glad it did. It's a nice way to give more gifts and spend another day together. It reminds you of how close your friendship is.

You both decide to go to a cute tea shop near by and talk about anything and everything positive, like what you think your future holds, what hobby you picked up, any new plans? Make any new friends? Others who pass by can't help but feel invigorated by the intense positivity that you and Sandy exude.

At his place, you'll do some yoga, both laughing when either one of you does a silly mistake. Once that's done, you'll help take care of the precious cats and spoil them, giving them their favorite treats and petting them to their hearts content. They'll be laying all over you two as you sit down and enjoy a movie. All around, it's a really nice and calm day.

🐷Pigsy + Tang📕

These lovable idiots probably don't know what to get at first. What do you get your friend that doesn't seem so...cliche? Tang was fine getting you something simple, like those great looking chocolates, but Pigsy wasn't. He wanted it to be more that. I mean, you were their good friend after all! And you've been along for the journey! Gotta spruce it up!

So they play to their strengths and do what they do best. Pigsy makes you a bowl of your favorite noodles-and his best one may he add. Tang, on the other hand, decided to gift you a book that you happened to have your eye on... Along with those nice looking chocolates.

Though Pigsy gets upset, you're quite happy with the gifts, thanking them for caring so deeply. You gift Pigsy a new set of kitchenware, while giving Tang a ticket for a week long bufffet, free, might you add. Safe to say, they were in tears. You all shared the chocolate, happy to spend the day together.

🌕Chang'e🌕

Don't you even worry your pretty little head, she's got this covered. It's all been planned out, so now you just have to wait for Valentine's Day to arrive. It doesn't help your curiosity when she gets excited thinking about it, the way she smiles like she's got it in the bag.

When the day arrives, she's up bright and early, getting the presents ready and later on begins cooking. You can smell it, and before you know it, you're up and heading to the kitchen. To day you were shocked is an understatement.

My girl has literally made you feast, filling the table to the brim with your favorite dishes. Seeing it all makes you hungry, and your crying at how good it is. And if you'll let her, she'll feed you herself. Watching you enjoy her cooking, something she pours her heart and soul into, makes her overjoyed.

Afterwards, you'll take a stroll, cuddling with the rabbits and just goofing around. When it's time for the Valentine's special for her show, you're welcomed as her cooking assistant and partner. It's a bit nerve wrecking at first, but you're both having fun and giggling by the end of it. You've both gotten fan mail and such about how cute y'all are and how they hope y'all stay together forever. She hopes so too.💙

🕷Spider Gang🕷

So, like, they can't really go above the ground, so no surface dates. Buuut that doesn't mean that you can't improvise. You can sneak stuff in and nobody would suspect a thing. And they don't, since they're busy trying to readjust from the LBD incident and get back into the groove.

When Valetines arrives, you're calling everyone go the meeting room, where they see a giant table decked with all the foods, desserts and drinks they like. They're surprised. Don't get them wrong, it's a lovely surprise, but how the hell did you sneak a hug ass table in-

Spider Queen is given a pair of earrings and necklace, along with some wine she had been craving. Syntax was given new parts for him to build with, along with new blueprint paper, since he was running out. Hunstman got a bunch of tea. You noticed him really enjoying some that Sandy gave him so you decided to get him some more. Strong Spider got workout equipment that suited his needs and wouldn't break so easily.

They not able to really show it, since they're not used to it, but they're really happy. You decided to spend this day with them, giving them gifts with thought and love put into them, and spend the rest of the day hanging out and laughing with them. And when they ask why, you're acting like they asked a dumb question. "You guys are my best friends! Of course I'm gonna get you something nice!" Don't look at them they're crying-

🔶Yin & Jin🔷

Ah, these dummies. As we all know, they're not the brightest, but this time, they're using every bit of their brain power to think of what to get you. You're a dear friend, one who's wrecked shit with them, and you're always there for them when they need you.

You're not really expecting anything, since to you, it's just a normal day. So imagine your surprise when these two bombard you with an assortment of random gifts. The food you've been craving, some nice smelling flowers, a bunch of miscellaneous stuff that you remember mentioning. Don't ask them where they got it from-

Y'all play some ping pong and arcade games that they had at home, along with some card games, ending the day off with you making something for them, with the three of you goofing off, laughing and poking fun at cheesy romance movies. All in all, a fantastic day for you three.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Forget-Me-Not 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki

Summary: You return to your childhood home to put the past to rest.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You watch the dirt pour onto the casket. The caretaker shovels down the earth in a final farewell to a woman without mourners. You fold your hands numbly, waiting patiently for him to finish. There is little emotion to the affair. You just want it done with.

You don't notice the approach until a shadow wavers over the plot. You look up and nearly blanch at the blonde across from you. Frigga's golden locks are silvering but still finely coifed. She wears black in a mockery of the event. You're not offended for your mother, she harboured no good will in this place. No, you bear umbrage only for yourself. That clan truly thinks you can so easily be bought.

"You have my condolences," she says softly, lowering her golden lashes as another heap of dirt thunks onto the lid.

"Your son already delivered them," you reply frigidly, crossing your arms.

"It must be strange to be home again," she remarks.

"This is not my home," you insist.

She tuts and dips her chin. Slowly, she walks around the open earth and stands shoulder-to-shoulder with you. She fixes her posture and tilts her face in your direction.

"Then it shouldn't demand a high price," she sniffs, "we made a generous offer."

"Leave," you say, "now."

"It is only facts. Your mother can't have left you much more than her tab down at The Horn," Frigga intones, "you can take the money and go. You'll never have to see Hammer Ford again."

You scoff and jut your chin out, turning your face away from her, "you really think you can buy anything. Anyone. No, I want you to by that pit of dirt from the bank. You can wait, for once in your life."

"Careful," she warns.

"Or what?"

"You think the city has lifted you above us? That anything's changed--"

"Tell me, Frigga," you turn on her, "what can you do to me now? Look away? Keep your mouth shut? Just like you did before. You and everyone else, huh? Keep me at the point of your pitchfork? I am changed, Frigga," you snarl, "because I don't give a fuck about you or your last name anymore."

She inhales and her cheeks pinch. She glances over at the caretaker, old Foster, and gestures to him. He stills the shovel and nods, walking away, your mother left half-buried.

"My son was right about you," she squares her chin as she turns to face you fully, "you are a stubborn bitch."

You cackle and look around the cemetery. What a show she puts on. It's amusing.

"He must have mommy issues, 'cause he seems to like it," you rebuff.

Her lip curls, "I resent that suggestion."

"It's only a fact," you mimic her words back to her.

"Ugh, you are a smart one. You never used to be so mouthy. As I have it, you didn't make much noise at all."

You wince and bite down. Your teeth ache with the pressure of your fury. You could throttle her but you won't give her the satisfaction.

"Thank you for coming," you grit out, "my mother would've spat in your face."

It's her turn to laugh. She sighs it out and flutters a gloved hand at you.

"Think about the offer a little longer," she trills, "you know better than anyone, the future can take us to the most unexpected places."

You stare her down. He spins without hesitation and struts off. She waves and Foster reappears with his shovel. You take a deep breath and let it out through your nose.

Oh, you'll think about it. You'll think of the perfect fuck you for the next time an Odinson comes your way.

🏚

After the funeral, you drive to the small bank with its marble columns and arched double doors. You climb the steps and enter, the only teller behind the counter looking up at you. She greets you with a shaky smile as you approach. You know her, she sat behind you in physics; Marska.

"Hello, how can I help you today?" She asks.

"Well," you shuffle around the folder in your hands, "I need to close my mother's account."

"Oh?"

"She's dead," you say plainly. She knows, everyone does. They're all just playing that stupid game of pretend. They pretend that nothing's ever wrong. "I have her statements and a death certificate."

You lay both documents out promptly and wait. She stands from her chair and swallows, "let me get the manager."

You roll your eyes and sigh. You remember when she whispered with Kati during lessons. She was no kinder than anyone else. She cut off some of your hair and got you detention for swearing at her.

She goes off to fetch her superior as you wait. You clear your throat in the dull silence. She returns, walking slightly behind the man in his burgundy suit. You know him too. Fourth-period English.

"Hello, miss, I understand you want to close your account," he stands at the window as the Marska snaps her gum and twirls her hair. You glance between them. Really, they're fucking. You don't think the rings on their fingers were exchanged between them.

"My mother's. I'd also like to sign the foreclosure on her propety."

"Foreclosure. You understand you won't get any money back?" He raises a brow.

"I do know," you say firmly, "I don't care."

He types on the old blocky keyboard, sliding over the certificate and statement. He taps and clicks and looks at you again. "The account is closed. How would you like the eleven dollars?"

"Cash," you shrug, "and the foreclosure?"

He doesn't say anything. He turns to get your money from the drawer. As he comes back to you, you take it.

"A foreclosure won't come close to what your mother owed us," he says, "I suggest you seek a buyer."

You huff.

"How much would it pay?"

"Maybe ten at most. She owes-- owed us ninety."

"Ninety," you breathe.

"Like I said, it's a small town, I heard there's some interested investors--"

"Oh shut up, Pete," you shove the bills into your purse, "you're the same little toady you always were."

You shake your head and sweep around, marching out without another word. Even in her grave, your mother continues to fuck you over.

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #drabble #series #forget-me-not #au #backwoods au #mcu #marvel #thor

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lixzey · 7 months

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Letters.

The Tenth Letter.

warnings: mentions of depression

Timothée was about to open the tenth letter, when he heard the sound of pattering on the roof and the sound of thunder roaring in the distance. He chuckled, another rainy day in New York.

Maybe it was instinct that he wanted to protect this girl—or maybe it was something else. Maybe he was falling? Maybe he was actually falling for this mysterious girl. Timothée sighed, before opening the tenth letter, dated July 31st.

Dear Timothée,

It's raining.

It's the kind of rain that makes you think of flash floods and Noah's ark. The kind that makes you want to wear your fluffiest sweater and socks and crawl into bed under the sheets where it's warm and safe. It calms me, it makes me feel safe and sound. The way the lighting comes after the booming thunder, little kids would get scared—fearing that they'd get struck by lightning—but for me, it's relaxing.

What about you? Are you scared of thunder?

Timothée chuckled. What are the odds of reading the letter in the same weather? The probability of it was impossible, but here he was, reading the letter while the rain poured outside.

The chances of getting struck by lightning are one to a million. That's the sort of thing that you'd hear on the news and you'd thank God that it wasn't you, but at the same time you'd feel bad.

Kind of like depression, really. You'd never expect it to be you. No one does. But the ugly truth is, a lot of people suffer from it and the majority of us are blissfully ignorant about it. When a person says they're depressed, they'd tell that person to suck it up and just move on—that there are people suffering worse than you. Invalidating their feelings, they bottle it up. Until one day, they explode. And at the end, when all is said and done, they're gonna be sorry because they didn't listen. People are treating depression like some sort of joke. Even when there's the Mental Health awareness, people look at depressed people like clowns.

It's a chain reaction, really. Sharp words like knives cutting a person down, not thinking if that person is hurting, and all ending with a heart full of hatred against the world. And then what? That person feels unworthy—a waste of space, which ends up in doing things one shouldn't.

“It's not your fault, none of it is.”

But why does it feel like it is? Like I'm the catalyst for all the bullshit. The weight of it all is crushing me.

I'm haunted by the past, present, and future. I want to tell you, but I'm afraid someone else could read it. If you could just look into my mind, Timothée.

You would see how the world treated me like shit. You would see every fucking thing that made me like this.

Every night, I'd write a letter to you. Wondering if you'd ever get any of my letters. If you're listening, if you understand me. You said in an interview, “Love yourself for who you are and whoever you are, I'm gonna love you too. And when you suffer in life, suffer appropriately. And if you feel bad, that's fine! Just don't beat yourself up for feeling bad.”

Am I delusional for thinking you'll love me? Based on what you said? Who am I kidding? I don't love myself.

You're not going to love me.

I've been suffering for too long and I've been feeling bad for half my life—beating myself up for it.

If by some miracle, the pain goes away…..

Joke's on me.

It's supposed to be fun, turning twenty one.

All my love,

Y/N.

Timothée felt an unsettling pit in his stomach. He prayed that Y/N was okay, and whatever she planned—he wished she didn't do.

Suddenly, his phone rang. It was the private investigator he hired. Timothée sighed, hoping for good news. “Yes?”

“I have a lead on the girl you're looking for, Mr. Chalamet. An address.”

The young actor nearly jumped on his bed in excitement. Timothée finally had an address. He could finally look for Y/N. Timothée quickly scrambled around his room, packing clothes and basic necessities—money, cards, and his passport—along with Y/N's letters.

All eighteen letters. Ten opened, eight still sealed.

Timothée stared at the photo in his wallet—the beautiful girl who he wanted so much to find.

“I'm on my way, Y/N. Hold on, I'm coming.”

@lovemelikecrazyiloveyoucrazy @helens3amstuff @gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl

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mcshiiin · 4 months

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a pair of scissors, a pair of lovers.

heartsteel! kayn x reader

"babe… i fucked up my hair-"

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

your ears twitched upon hearing his boisterous laugh. it rose your ire, and now you're seeing red.

"DON'T FUCKING LAUGH I HATE YOU!"

"IT'S NOT-" he sputters. "IT'S NOT THAT BA-HAHAHAHHHAAH!"

"GET OUT KAYN FUCK YOU!"

you slammed the bathroom door shut, leaving kayn howling outside. his mockery ticked off something in your head. the frustration from your failure and kayn's taunting made the room seem so small, its walls slowly closing in on you as your chest heaved up and down. the humid air inside is starting to suffocate you. you needed to do something, fast, or else you would get crushed. so you did what you do best—cleaning.

you tried your best to avoid looking at the mirror as you tidied up the mess. normally, it soothes your nerves, yet suddenly everything makes you icky. how the collar of your shirt clung to the base of your neck, making you uncomfortable. your ears twitched with the squeaking noise from slippers as you moved around. you can't help but grimace at the hairs that kept appearing again even after sweeping them off. you narrowed your eyes, surveying the sight before you, and let out an exasperated sigh.

then, your gaze accidentally landed on the mirror.

your impulsiveness costs you your mid-length hair. it used to fall just above your chest, but now it is a butchered bob with uneven cuts, especially on the back. initially, you only wanted to trim the ends, then one thing led to another, so now you're staring at yourself in the mirror at 2 AM with tears your threatening to fall.

"you could've just gone to the salon to get the job done, but no. you just have to do it yourself, don't you?'" you scolded yourself in your head as you examine your mangled hair.

you bit your lip. as panic finally settled in the pit of your stomach, your grip on the edge of the sink tightened. you just got hired from your dream company and it will be your first day on the job this coming monday.

"they won't take me seriously if i look like this," you shuddered. you tried to inhale as much air as you could to drown the sob that was about to spill from your lips.

a trim, that's all you wanted! it should have been easy enough to do at home. easy enough to do so you don't have to spend money for it. with kayn getting kicked out from the band and with you getting out of unemployment only recently, you have a tight budget, one that could not afford the luxury of getting your hair cut professionally. and now, you'll be forced to pay to fix the abominable hair of yours.

you watch your lips twist into a deep frown, your reflection mirroring every minuscule detail of yours. the longer you stare at yourself, the more heavy your chest becomes, the harder it is to breathe, and then-!

you suddenly burst out crying.

hot, angry tears stream down your cheeks. your body feels as if it is on fire, resentment seeping out from your skin. thoughts filled your head, yet none of it made any sense. they were all incoherent murmurs against the loud pounding of your heart.

your hair. your job. kayn.

kayn—he's outside doing god knows what. probably still laughing like an idiot, probably tinkering something in the kitchen, completely forgetting about your dilemma. you badly want to run to his arms and curse at the world, but you're still fucking pissed at him.

your shoulders shook with every breath. the room never felt smaller- the walls are closing in on you, slowly squeezing out the air from your lungs. every second that you spend inside your bathroom agonizes you. you wanted to get out and scream, but you stayed glued to your spot.

you can practically taste the snot dripping from your nose. a choked noise escaped from your lips as you furiously wiped the tears that kept streaming down your face. from your cheeks, down to your shirt, then to the tiled floor- they were all tear-stained, blemished with your bitterness.

amongst the uproar in your head, you heard his voice calling for you, loud and clear.

"hey, babe…?" "are you crying?"

he was met with muffled sniffles. tension hung around in the air like a thick fog. you refused to reply, knowing that you would only slur your words.

"ok, i'm done laughing now. open the door, baby," he tried coaxing you. gone was the humor in his voice. for a man like kayn, he was being gentle for sure, but it didn't budge you out of your spot.

your vision blurs, the tears blocking your eyes making your surroundings look hazy.

"hey! open the door!"

on the other side of the door, kayn was beggining to be restless. you shut yourself inside the bathroom for almost an hour now, and it concerns him. who knows that you could be doing there?

he won't admit it but he kinda felt bad for laughing at you earlier. but who wouldn't be?! no one can resist laughing at how ridicously adorable you looked! sure, your hair seemed a little bit askew, but aside from that, your lips pursed into a frustrated pout and reddened cheeks were definitely a sight to see.

kayn enjoyed poking fun at you. taunting you was amusing for him because of how creative you were at your retorts and how colorful your language was when you cursed him. when he says something mean, your reply is even meaner. whenever kayn tries to stir something and provoke you, the both of you only end up maniacally cackling together. but it appears like this time, not like those times. you were upset, so kayn does what he does best—

"i'm tearing this door down if you don't open it. i swear!"

—be an idiot.

"i'm gonna count to three, 'ya hear me?" he assumed a stance, then begin counting. "one, two, thr-"

the bathroom door swung open. you knew your lover won't hesitate to break the door if it's for you. so amidst your face being streaked with tears, snot, and drool, while your eyes were bloodshot and puffy from all the crying, you opened the door for him.

"hey, baby," he greeted you with a softness akin to cotton. within milliseconds, he's all upon you.

he immediately sought for you. he snaked an arm around your waist, while his other hand rests at the back of your head. you instictively reciprocated his embrace and buried your head in his chest. too tired to be annoyed with him anymore, you let yourself be comforted by his presence. your sniffles echo around your shared apartment. kayn craddled you closer to him.

"shh. it's okay," you heard him say, along with other sweet nothings he whispered on your ears.

he started petting your head to help you calm down. it was effective to say the least. your weeping instantly subsided into faint hiccups until it finally disolves into complete silence.

you were the first one to break the hug. you pulled your head away from him, a wet blob on his shirt marking your presence. you did not dare meet his gaze.

"i still hate you, by the way," you blurted out.

he opened his mouth to say something sarcastic but you were quick to grab the hem of his shirt and use it to dry your tears. then, you ultimately used it to blow your nose.

"ew, gross! babe, stop!"

he tried to wiggle away from you but you held tight and made sure to thoroughly clean your nose. just a little payback, you thought.

you then looked up to meet his irritated gaze with your swollen eyes. his face is scrunched up; his lips are frowning while his brows were almost knitted together. within seconds, you two bursted out laughing. you're practically vibrating at the stupidity of your situation. your eyes crinkle as the sound of kayn's hooting hover around you. seems that a huge weight has been lifted off your chest. you're not upset anymore, at least not much. you feel at ease whenever kayn is around, as if no matter what happens, he'll take care of you.

as silence ensued, he then seized you by the wrist. he was staring at you intently, his eyes boring into yours. there was a sense of urgency in his expression, or was it excitement? what could he be scheming now?

"so about your hair—"

"stop it," you cut him off immediately, wanting to just forget about everything and sleep it off. "i'll just go to the salon tomorrow or whatever-"

kayn, persistent as ever, heed no attention to you and proceeded to cup your cheeks with his hand. he squeezed it firmly, your lips forming into an "o" shape.

"hep hep hep! zip it," he let out a mischevious smirk. his smugness oozing out. "don't worry. i got you, baby," he then gave you a wink.

you wanted to protest but he already left to get a chair. when he came back, he grab your shoulders and made you sit down. in a flash, he is already behind you with a pair of scissors on his hand. he titled your chin forward using his other hand to level your head. you glared at him through the mirror, but he already busied himself behind you to even notice it.

"you can trust me on this one, baby. i swear."

and you did, even if you're quite nervous. this is kayn after all, the kayn that almost burned down your kitchen. an impulsive idiot, yes— just like you hours ago when you decided to trim your own hair. although he won't verbalize how sorry he is for making fun of you, he makes up for it by doing whatever the hell this is. you can't tell if his movements are laced with certainty or just pure bravado, as he cuts and snips your hair. his carefree humming doesn't help either.

"me likey, me likey likey likey."

you recognize it from a kpop group, twice, which he stubbornly won't admit that he listens to.

"all done, baby." he smirked at you through the mirror.

you stared at yourself in the mirror. you never had your hair cut this short ever. it is new, but you don't hate it. you examined his work. he sculpted your previous, mangled work into a better one. no more uneven cuts and it doesn't look dishelved anymore.

"you can style it like this," he said as he demonstrated it. "or you can wait it out to get longer, then we'll cut it like so, then we can style it like that."

you barely undesrtood the words that he is saying as you were already preparing to jump on him.you snaked your arms around his neck and peppered his face with kisses to thank him. from his nose to his cheeks, then to his forehead, there were no spot left untouched, no spot left unloved.

"hey, hey! calm down," he feighed annoyance. he loved getting all these attention from you but he won't admit it. however, his not-so-discrete reactions tells you otherwise.

as you stared at him lovingly, you felt his arms wrapped around your waist. your lips twist into a content smile. you lover may be an asshole, but he has his moments, just like this one.

"thank you, baby," you said with all the sincerity you have.

"yeah, whatever," pink dusted his cheeks. "just stay away from the scissors next time, okay?"

you rolled your eyes and pecked his nose. he knew how stressful it must have been for you these past few weeks, so fucking up your hair might have been the last straw. that's why even though kayn felt triumphant because he's rewarded with your kisses, what matters the most is that your problem is fixed and that you're okay now. he's glad that he gets to make you feel better. he hated seeing you cry, as it felt as if he was being stabbed multiple times. with your eyes brimmed with tears and your nose runny—he can't stand the pained look on your face. although he can't help but admire your beauty in those times, sadness doesn't suit you.

"damn, what would you do without me?"

"oh shut up!"

"aww, my helpless princess!"

"ugh, fuck you, man!"

"oh yes you will, darling~"

you didn't. you cleaned up the mess of hair in your bathroom with his help, took a warm shower, and then collapsed next to him in bed.

#heartsteel #heartsteel kayn x reader #heartsteel kayn #shieda kayn #kayn league of legends #heartsteel league of legends #reader insert

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enam3l · 1 year

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rockstar eddie munson thinks any music is good music if it makes you happy

a little follow up ficlet / headcanons from the ask i got about what bands rockstar eddie likes to see and hang with. you can see all my rockstar eddie munson posts here to make sure you're up to date on all the lore 😭

Eddie fucking loves having the money and connections to take you to any gig you like. He doesn't care that he might not like the band or know the songs. But his heart flutters watching you mouth the words to your favourite songs. His knees go a little weak when you dance around him as if you're in your kitchen and not in a crowd. He can't help but smile when he sees you grinning whilst you take in the performance.

Festivals are a favourite holiday for you both. Together in the camper van or yurt or whatever crazy place you've ended up sleeping in, you carefully analyse the schedule. Each of you having a highlighter and choosing who you want to see each day. Then the dungeon master in Eddie comes out so he can organise your path for the day.

He loves how you both gradually get tipsy throughout the day, stumbling around the festival site arm in arm, talking about who you're excited to see. He can never believe the look of pride you get in your face when someone recognises him and you always offer to take their picture and miraculously always have a marker on you so fans can get an autograph.

Your heart soars watching him go wild to his favourite bands, living out delayed teenage years from when he never had the money to go to gigs. You hold his jacket for him and make sure to have a bottle of water to hand for when the set finishes and your man is dripping in sweat and exhausted from getting swept into a pit. He'll usually strip his shirt halfway through and you'll hold that too. When you think he's having fun lost in the crowd somewhere, he's really looking back at you. Grinning with heart eyes at you as you scan the crowd for him with a warm look in your eyes. Why would he look at the band when he can listen to his favourite songs live whilst staring at your sweet face?

When it comes to watching your favourites, Eddie is pretty sure this is one of his favourite ways of seeing you. Watching you a little wasted and dancing round him, holding his hand and twirling round to songs he's heard you sing to yourself constantly. Your little festival outfits drive him crazy, your fur coats and wellies with your knees a little muddy from splashing around. Eddie wonders if a heart can burst because when your favourite slow or sad songs are played you'll come back to him, press against him and let his arms wrap around you. He feels the tightness of your grip on his hands and can sometimes see a tear in your eyes as you away together. He feels honoured to be included in this vulnerable private world you get lost in when you hear these songs. Letting his face bury into your hair to press kisses, he can hear you whispering along the words.

The traditions didn't end when you became parents. Festivals simply became a family holiday. He didn't care as people whispered 'Isn't he that rockstar Eddie Munson?' as they watched you all holding hands, dancing around wildly in a circle. He wore the glitter his daughters put on his face with pride and would get matching face paint with them if they asked. If you look hard enough, there's a video interview with him being asked about his favourite bands at the festival this year, he talks totally normally as if he doesn't have butterfly wings painted on each side of his eye. Whenever Corroded Coffin plays festivals, it's hard to focus on the crowd when he can see you and the kids back stage with homemade banners saying 'MY DADS ON GUITAR'. He prays the cameras can't catch the blush on his cheeks when he spots your T-shirt that reads 'THE GUITARIST IS SLEEPING IN MY BED TONIGHT.' His favourite part of the festivals though is how you, him and your three girls all curl up together to stay warm in the camping bed.

No matter who the pair of you go and watch live though, Eddie crumbles in your arms when you kiss his cheek to thank him for the tickets and whisper in his ear 'I still can't believe I got to marry my crush from my favourite band.' Even though you say it every single time.

#enam3l x eddie #enam3ls rockstar eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #rockstar eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie munson x reader

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twicesserafim · 7 months

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Long Distance.

Third Person Pov:

A long distance relationship. You grew up in europe but moved to canada, for your studies. It wasn't really studies, but you finished your police training about 2 years ago? Since you need to be a police officer for 2-3 year before you can become a swat member.

But thinking once you can get that position, you might move to korea, considering that first, you're dating tzuyu. Second, dahyuns your cousin and it'll be nice to have some family when having a fresh start, since that's something you've been looking for as well.

You love canada, but it feels a little odd. Yes, you were raised in europe mostly, but you were born and lived in canada for the first 6 years of your life. Although you felt a bit lost in both places, europe and canada, and although you've made friends.

For some weird reason, you feel the happiest in korea, with dahyun, tzuyu and the rest of the members. They see you as one of them and once's even call you the unofficial 10th member, which resulted of twicetagram and jypetwice_japan to both follow you on instagram.

You honestly liked making content as well, so you used all social media platforms and sometimes posted on youtube, just making some extra pocket money to spend.

Either way, you're planning to go to korea during winter, just for a month while waiting for the results, you were in. The swat team, you had the benefit of being able to join one in any country, So you would be fine to move to korea.

Although, it's only a matter of days until you go over to there, just for a month, a vacation. You'll probably stay in canada for at least 6 months after that, before moving to korea, if you do that is. But there's a slight problem.

You and tzuyu argued, you can't seem to get a grasp of what's going on, you just know she's mad at you and projecting onto your but refusing to properly communicate.

"if you just communicate directly to me instead of beating around the bush? if you want to hit me, do it when i'm in korea, tzuyu." "are you really that overly dramatic?" "what the hell? it's a genuine question."

"i don't know what's going on between us, but i really need a lot of time to just think so just, leave me alone." You left it as that, you both didn't want to be the one texting first, you didn't want to give in, but for different reasons.

You're a mess right now. Tzuyu's acting normal to everyone just even quieter then usual. But it's been a day and pit of guilt has formed in her stomach, it's eating her up as she keeps on thinking about the words you two exchanged.

She knew she had to talk to someone. Someone that can help her. One of the members, She hates how she feels so upset over something to small, she hates how she made you feel, although she doesn't know exactly how you felt, she knows it must've hurt.

And that. That's what broke her silence. She remembered the promise. Tzuyus promise to you. "no matter how bad things get, i'll never hurt you, baby. i love you, okay? believe me, darling. I promise you, i'll never hurt you."

The word replayed in both of your heads. Tzuyu felt like her chest was tightening, her heart was beating faster, the heat in the room was rising, the emotions overwhelming, the guilt eating her alive, it was that moment, she realized how badly she has messed up.

And how hard it was going to be to make it up to you, she was starting to wonder if you'd ever forgive her, she was praying that you would because she knows deep down, you're the love of her life, and she'll never feel as deeply for someone as she felt for you.

The members caught on to how her breathing start picking up and it started getting heavier and tears welled up in her eyes. "tzuyu?" "im sorry, just give me a second." tzuyu managed to get out as she rushed out of the room with the phone in her hands.

She read the texts, over and over. Tzuyu knew it was going to be a long process, winning your trust back, winning your love back, winning.. you back. It's not like you were normal. She knew how badly she fucked up.

Tzuyu got you to trust her, and love her. While you had philophobia. A fear of love. And she convinced you, yet she hurt you. You would get here tomorrow night. Your guys plan was that she picks you up from the airport.

But tzuyu doesn't know if you would want that now. She's just sitting, a few minutes away from the jyp building, beside a tree, leaning on it slightly, not realized the tears that were now streaming down her face as she sighed. "fuck.."

...

Thank god, you took an extra day off before your flight just incase you needed more time packing because god were you drained. You were exhausted. Crying, a lot of it. You couldn't find the energy to get up.

You forced yourself to eat a slice of pizza but that's all you could get down before not wanting anymore. You chugged some water and took a shower, hoping to help relax yourself a bit.

You waited and waited for a text from the girl, even if it was one that continued to yell at you. You just wanted to know she was still thinking about you, that she still cared. You sucked it up and went to the gym, wanting to take your mind off of things for a few hours.

After that, you got together with a friend, had some dinner before playing basketball together. It was unfortunate that a camera spotted the two of you. And tzuyu.. wasn't very happy to say the least.

Usually, she would laugh at stuff like that, but know that you aren't happy with her.. a part of her believed the rumours being spread, maybe you were done with her. The both of you were torn on how to feel.

You love tzuyu to pieces. But you can't help but feel a little scared. What if she's like this everytime she's upset with you? what if she keeps blowing up on you and you have to choice but to end, what if she never apologizes? what if you never talk again?

You were honestly so stressed out, the friend, knew that you argued, they don't know who tzuyu is, because you haven't said who it was, you just said you had a partner and you guys argued, there was one picture of the friends hand on your back.

That made tzuyus head spin. She had to pull herself together, telling herself she needed to get work done, she called herself before returning to the practice room, acting as if nothing happened, and ignoring all voices of concern.

...

You reached korea, you were just about to call an uber when a voice mumbled, "you don't have to do that" you only nodded, not wanting to talk to tzuyu. She could tell by the look on your face that you were anything but happy with her.

Tzuyu stayed silent as you threw your bag into the back, "that's all you bought?" you hummed, she bit her bottom lip and sighed, "i'm sorry." "can we not do this here?"

"i don't want to drive almost an hour without saying anything, i don't want you to run into the room your staying in and lock me out, i don't want to lose this, y/n. i don't want to lose you." You put your seatbelt on and looked away from her gaze.

"please look at me" a whisper left her lips, you hesitated but looked over. "i'm so fucking sorry, i don't want you to apologize to me, i should be the one. i'm aware for my behavior and what i said was hurtful to you and i didn't think before i said a word. though this doesn't excuse anything about i being mad at you."

She paused before continuing, "i realized that i didn't care about your feelings and emotions because i got defensive but still, i didn't care. i wished to be a better person and try not be careless and slobby with your feelings. Though you have been waiting for me to answer for hours and hours."

You listened, both of your tearing up with each word that she uttered, you didn't let your tears show, blinking them away, tzuyu honestly couldn't even tell they were ever there in the first place.

" i need to understand more about your feelings and your emotions, so i can stop being all careless about your feelings. i realized that my behavior came off aggressive and i understand it caused you pain. i really want to show my care for you but i just got nervous, and i felt dumb for not doing it.

you've done so much for me but i didn't give it back, all i did was just laughing at you and i came across into realization that i was harming you instead. i try not to be mad at you for the littlest things and please continue to be you.

i love who you are and that's what best for you to continue to thrive. and i didn't wanna harm anybody because i got really aggressive and was typing all angrily just for me to release these anger out of me. but still, i said it. i started all of this just because i was angry.

i'm in the fault here. forgive me or not, i just wanna say this. tell me what part i missed talking about and i'll address it."

"i don't know what to feel, i don't know if i'm mad at you or not, i feel like i should be but i can't be i honestly, just felt unheard. i felt like you were listening to me and i felt that you were just projecting everything you felt onto me, if it bothered you why didn't you tell me in the beginning?

why did you have to lash out like that? i don't get why you didn't think before you argued with me? there's one thing i wish you never said, i wish you kept that to yourself but that shit hurt so bad, tzuyu. you made me feel so pathetic, i felt like i was begging you to forgive me for something i didn't even know was wrong.

tzuyu i know i upset you but i thought about it a lot, i don't think it was my fault, was it? you never told me you hated stuff like that, i didn't do it after i knew you hated it. Not on purpose at least? I just wish you talked to me calmly, i was fucking terrified, i thought i lost you and that wasn't fair to me, was it?

i really don't like when people just leave me there, i've told you this before and you still did it. And when you came back your words were anything but kind. I don't know if this is a one time thing, or if this is you everytime you get upset, but if it is, then i don't know.

But now everytime i think about sending a text, i have to think about it even more, mostly if it's about my feelings, because i'm scared you'll just think i'm dramatic again. you crossed a line with what you said and i don't even know anymore. Just know i still love you, alright?"

Tzuyu reached for you, placing her hand on your thigh and looking at you, " i knew i did, i realized i was invalidating you and shit, it wasn't intentional and this is the first time i did. i don't know how to deal in this situation but i'll try. i'm taking responsibility of this because i made you feel all stupid and idiotic.

i always leave you on delivered because i was nervous as fuck. didn't know what to do. scared to see it. when you were asking me to forgive you, i didn't say anything about it because i was mad. but still, didn't excuse shit. i'm sorry for not telling you anything about me or anything i hate.

i'm sorry for projecting onto you and attributing these unnecessary emotions onto you. i know i made you feel idiotic for trying to make me forgive you. all i want is trying to make you feel loved and cared just like what you did to me but it's hard to try to show affection still.

And i also should stop projecting and making everything about me. still learning about all of these stuff and i'll try to stop being slooby and shit. You're scared of love, yet you show affection better then i do and i'm.. really gonna try, like how you did for me."

You both went quiet for a bit. "are we.. are we okay?" tzuyu asked, so quiet you barely heard it, but you nodded. "i'm still yours, tzu." a sigh of relief left her lips, "thank god." you had both removed your seatbelt once the speeches started.

Knowing you would rather look at each other in a situation like this and face each other, tzuyu placed her forehead on yours, as it went quiet once more, both of your eyes shutting. "i love you" "i love you too, tzu."

"can we go home now?" she mumbled, pulling away slightly, but stayed very, close to you. Placing a hand on your cheek. You nodded. "do you still trust me?" "..yes?" "are you sure?" "i still do, but not as much as before"

She could only hum and nod, swallowing thickly, although it hurt, tzuyu knew she had it coming. "i'll gain it back." you smiled slightly as chuckled. "go for it, tiger." "hey! that's chaeyoung!" you shook your head and smiled.

Both of you relived that your relationship was okay. Now with how quickly you guys solved it in person, you were now sure, you're moving to korea.

#chou tzuyu #twice tzuyu #tzuyu #tzuyu x reader #twice #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #yn

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jondrettegirls · 2 months

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your tight virgin soul has never taken any damage when you're finished getting nailed it snaps right back into place you love all of your buddies you don't need to get to know them you just figure if they knew you they would love you anyway god holy mother god whoa oh god who loved me like a fawn what when so wrong god holy mother god… you're the holy mother god and i aspire to your goodness but the only thing i have inside to offer is a pit i suffer just to moan i scratch my itches to the bone i keep confessing 'til i hit the spot from which the guilt emits i'm only as divine as dirt no more human than peace on earth before i was a woman i was crazy first give me your worst god holy mother god blueprint and facade oh god who loved me like a fawn what went so wrong i'll be your sin eater laugh if it's funny lose your mind and keep your money sweet and sticky fly trap honey do your worst i bet your tight virgin mind is working just like it's supposed to it holds onto good ideas and it lets the evil fade well my eyes look like dog eyes in a picture that was taken late at night with the flash on by a child in seventh grade and you're sitting there on photo booth you're angling the camera to prove to god and everyone that you can be a girl and i'm scarfing down a carcass entrails paint the bedroom walls and i am stuffing down the blood and i won't stop until i hurl i'm only as divine as dirt no more human than peace on earth before i was a woman i was crazy first do your worst i'll be your sin eater laugh if it's funny lose your mind and keep your money sweet and sticky fly trap honey give me your worst i'll be your sin eater i'll let you see me takes a village of monsters to feed me there's nobody like me so i know that you need me give me your worst god holy mother god blueprint and facade oh god who loved me like a fawn what went so wrong god holy mother god blueprint and facade oh god who loved me like a fawn what went so wrong so if your natural state is guilt you think you're living for relief say you're sorry say you love it say you're evil underneath when you rip open the stitches you'll discover only mammal flesh and then you have to justify why you think you're a beast so spill all your toxic sin into my shallow doggie food bowl and i'll stuff my face down into it and gobble every bite my sticky mind will fidget with the evil doggie kibble and my gummy soul will swell with every tragedy i find i'm only as divine as dirt no more human than peace on earth before i was a woman i was crazy first give me your worst god holy mother god blueprint and facade oh god who loved me like a fawn what the fuck went wrong i'll be your sin eater laugh if it's funny lose your mind and keep your money sweet and sticky fly trap honey give me your worst i'll be your sin eater i'll let you see me takes a village of monsters to feed me there's nobody like me so i know that you need me give me your worst i'll be your sin eater i'll let you see me takes a village of monsters to feed me there's nobody like me so i know that you need me give me your worst god holy mother god blueprint and facade oh god who loved me like a fawn what went so wrong

#penelope scott #on my own.#don’t you agree

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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my gif proposition 🤞🏻👀

Jimin does not get enough love in this household and I'm not gonna have it.

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Tags/Warnings: Royalty AU, infiltrator?Jimin, Maid!Reader, imprisonment, implied murder, arson, I blame my writing-playlist for giving me this idea

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The cold floor of the prison below isn't what you'd hoped yourself to be found in tonight. But even so, there's no way you could've let them treat the poor stable boy like that just for an accident. You know Jungkook. He always puts his everything into any task he's given- he didn't deserve any punishment.

So instead, you went down the pit for him.

It's fine.

You've not been happy anyway. In this kingdom, there is no romance novel worthy love blooming, no prince that's kind, no heroes that save life's. It's the cruel reality of money and wealth placing them who own such things above the weaker, nothing else. You're not a heroine either. You're probably just stupid.

But it's okay. You've saved people prior to this - the royal advisor, a man who doesnt belong here either, for example, from being poisoned. You'd been punished for that, too, as you'd spilled his wine all over the table. There had never been a thank you or an apology directed at you - even after it was revealed that the wine had indeed been tampered with.

You know why this happens. It's because you refuse to be the king's amusement.

You've chosen this for yourself, chose faithfulness over a man long left behind in the land deep up inside the mountains where the snow never seems to melt and the horses still running freely, ready to be tamed. You can't forget him, even after all these years and even after realizing, deep down, that you'll never go home. It's alright - there's nothing you regret. "Huh." A guard says, walking back to where you sit. "Seems like the stable boy vanished. Ran off, that rat, and took one of the horses, too." The old man chuckles. "You saved him just for that?"

You don't answer. Internally, you're happy about it. Jungkook is a very able young man, taken from his mother at a young age, from far away, too, where the waves crash against the edge of the world, it seems. He will be fine on his own, away from the castle walls.

Maybe he will get to go home. See his mother and fish again with his father.

You're busy braiding the pieces of straw into something you're not sure of, when you notice smoke rolling over the ground. The blue-ish waves seem almost hypnotic in their act of curling over the floor like water that's not bound to gravity- it makes you quiet, doesn't let you call out in fear.

You don't have to. The guards are all suddenly running off, leaving every prisoner by themselves in their panic.

Standing up you can see a glimpse of the hallway far away- orange glow signaling a fire, panic now growing outside of the underground levels you're kept in. You don't want to die this slowly, painfully. You don't want to die in general.

A man walks into the prisons, a damp rag pressed to his face as he looks around, opening all the iron cages as the prisoners all flee. "What happened?!" One asks in a hurry.

"Run. Don't look back. Tell the world the king is dead." The man says, and you're almost sure you know exactly who he is.

As soon as he finds yours, your eyes widen. It is him.

Park Jimin. Royal advisor.

He says nothing when he opens the bars, just looks at you until his eyes soften, his lips curl upwards, and his arms open. You fall into them, hold him tightly, close, because that's what you haven't been allowed for so long now. "What did you do?" You ask quietly into his chest.

He feels like home.

"I gave you my word when they took you here." He tells you, before taking your hand and running out of the lower levels and through already burning hallways, until you're both in the massive courtyard, castle lit aflame.

You can't help but stop and stare.

"I told you I'd burn it all down if I had to." He explains. "I told you I'm gonna get you back and change all of this."

"The King is dead?" You ask, quietly so as a large window breaks from the heat.

"The king was never one to begin with." Jimin darkly answers, before a horse catches your attention.

The same Jimin came here with years ago. The same Jungkook had nurtured fondly the entire time. The same kind that runs with veins full of freedom through the mountains back home. The same that will take you back to your freedom now.

Back to your home, with the only hero, this story will never reveal to those who will read about this in history books one day.

But its fine.

You know that he exists.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #park jimin imagine #jimin imagine #jimin x reader

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charli3emily · 4 months

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Your tight virgin soul has never taken any damage

When you're finished getting nailed, it snaps right back into place

You love all of your buddies

You don't need to get to know them

You just figure if they knew you, they would love you anyway

God, holy mother god

Whoa

Oh god, who loved me like a fawn

What when so wrong

God, holy mother, holy mother

Holy mother god, god

Holy mother god

Loved, loved me like a

Loved me like a

Loved me like a fawn, what went so wrong?

You're the holy mother god and I aspire to your goodness

But the only thing I have inside to offer is a pit

I suffer just to moan, I scratch my itches to the bone

I keep confessing 'til I hit the spot from which the guilt emits

I'm only as divine as dirt

No more human than peace on earth

Before I was a woman, I was crazy first

Give me your worst

God, holy mother, god

Blueprint and façade

Oh, god, who love me like a fawn

What went so wrong?

I'll be your sin eater, laugh if it's funny

Lose your mind and keep your money

Sweet and sticky fly trap honey

Do your worst

I'll bet your tight virgin mind is working just like it's supposed to

It holds on to good ideas and it lets the evil fade

Well, my eyes look like dog eyes in a picture that was taken

Late at night with the flash on by a child in seventh grade

And you're sitting there on photo booth, you're angling the camera

To prove to god and everyone that you can be a girl

And I'm scarfing down a carcass

Entrails paint the bedroom walls

And I'm stuffing down the blood and I won't stop until I hurl

I'm only as divine as dirt

No more human than peace on earth

Before I was a woman I was crazy first

Do your worst

I'll be your sin eater, laugh if it's funny

Lose your mind and keep your money

Sweet and sticky fly trap honey

Give me your worst

I'll be your sin eater, I'll let you see me

Takes a village of monsters to feed me

There's nobody like me, so I know that you need me

Give me your worst

God-god, holy mother god, god

God, love me like a fawn

What went so wrong?

God, holy mother god, god

God, love me like a fawn

What went so wrong?

So if your natural state is guilt, you think you're living for relief

Say you're sorry, say you love it, say you're evil underneath

When you rip open the stitches, you'll discover only mammal flesh

And then you have to justify why you think you're a beast

So spill all your toxic sin into my shallow doggy food bowl

And I'll stuff my face down into it and gobble every bite

My sticky mind will fidget with the evil doggy kibble

And my gummy soul will swell with any tragedy I find

I'm only as divine as dirt (god, holy mother god, holy mother-holy mother, I'm only as divine as dirt)

No more human than peace on earth (no more human than peace on earth)

Before I was a woman, I was crazy first (before I was a woman I was crazy first, What went so wrong?)

Give me your worst (Give me your worst)

God, holy mother god

Blueprint and façade

God, love me like a fawn

What the fuck went wrong?

I'll be your sin eater, laugh if it's funny

Lose your mind and keep your money

Sweet and sticky fly trap honey

Give me your worst

I'll be your sin eater, I'll let you see me

Takes a village of monsters to feed me

There's nobody like me, so I know that you need me

Give me your worst

Sin eater, I'll let you see me

Takes a village of monsters to feed me

There's nobody like me, so I know that you need me

Give me your worst

What went so wrong?

#penelope scott #sin eater #music #lyrics

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dizzythegreat · 25 days

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In the stripped club. Straight up jorking ''it''. And by it, heh, well. Let's just say. Your tight virgin soul. has never taken any damage when you're finished getting nailed it snaps right back into place you love all of your buddies you don't need to get to know them you just figure if they knew you they would love you anyway god holy mother god woah oh god love me like a fawn what went so long god holy mother god love me like a fawn what went so wrong Yay!!! :3 you're the holy mother god and I aspire to your goodness but the only thing I have inside to offer is a pit I suffer just to moan I scratch my itches to the bone I keep confessing till I hit the spot from which the guilt emits I'm only as divine as dirt no more human then peace on earth before I was a woman I was crazy first give me your worst god holy mother god blueprint and facade oh god you love me like a fawn what went so wrong ill be your sin eater laugh if its funny lose your mind and keep your money sweet and sticky flytrap honey do your worst ill bet your tight virgin mind is working just like its supposed to it holds onto good ideas and it lets the evil fade well my eyes look like dog eyes in a picture that was taken late at night with the flash on by a child in seventh grade and youre sitting there on photo booth youre angling the camera to prove to god and everyone that you can be a girl and I'm scarfing down a carcass entrails paint the bedroom walls and I am stuffing down the blood and I wont stop until I hurl I'm only as divine as dirt no more human then peace on earth before I was a woman I was crazy first Do your worst ill be your sin eater laugh if its funny lose your mind and keep your money sweet and sticky flytrap honey give me your worst ill be your sin eater ill let you see me takes a village of monsters to feed me Theres nobody like me so I Know that you need me give me your worst god god holy mother god blueprint and facade god love me like a fawn what went so wrong god holy mother god god love me like a fawn what went so wrong Lock In. FREAK MODE ACTIVATED soif your natural state is guilt you think youre living for relief say youre sorry say you love it say youre evil underneath when you rip open the stitches you'll discover only mammal flesh And Then you have to justify why you think youre a beast so spill all your toxic sin into my shallow doggy food bowl and ill stuff my face down into it and gobble every bite my sticky mind will fidget with the evil doggy kibble and my gummy soul will swell with any tragedy I find Im only as divine as dirt No more human then peace on earth Before I was a woman I was crazy first Give Me Your Worst god holy mother god blueprint and facade oh god you love me like a fawn What The Fuck Went Wrong ill be your sin eater laugh if its funny lose your mind and keep your money sweet and sticky flytrap honey give me your worst ill be your sin eater ill let you see me takes a village of monsters to feed me there's nobody like mes o I know that you needme giveme your worst Sin Eater ill let yousee me takes a village of monsters to feed me there's Nobody like me so I know that you need me give me your worst god holy mother god woahghh oh god love me like a fawn what went so wrong Yay!

#asks #ask #penelope scott #i love you #jadeharley fan

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blackhakumen · 3 months

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Mini Fanfic #1172: Odin's Homecoming: An Unexpected Réunion (SSBU X Fire Emblem)

12:54 p.m. in the Streets of Smash Town.......

Kyoko: (Happily Walking on the Sidewalk with her Lovers and Odin, Carrying Lots of Shopping Bags) This has GOT to be the best Shopping Spree Day I've ever had in my whole life!~ (Squeals Very Happily)

Misako: (Smiles Brightly) Same! We brought a crap ton of more stuff than we usually do.

Dark Pit: (Gives the New Guy a Very Impressed Smirk on his Face) You didn't tell us you were low-key rich this whole time, Odin my man.

Odin: (Smiles Sheepishly While Now Wearing a Casual Attire) Oh come now, I am far from being the wealthiest guy known to man. The punch of money was actually founded given to me by my good friend, Niles, as a departure gift. (Starts Rolling his Eyes a Bit) Either that or he pickpocketed a couple of poor bandits in presence I could never get that guy some- TIME!? (Suddenly Felt Something Yanking him Back)

Misako: (Pulling the Back of Odin's Shirt Collar) Hey! Careful! (Points Odin Towards a Now Busy Road) You don't wanna get yourself ran over on the spot, do you?

Odin: (Eyes Widened in Fear at the Amount of at Various Types of Vehicles Driving on the Streets in Front of Him) Nope. ('Glup') No, I do not. ('Sigh') I should really stop underestimating the busyness of this town......

Dark Pit: (Shrugs) Told ya, man: New world, new experiences. You gotta live and learn sometimes.

Kyoko: (Gives Odin a Reassuring Smile on her Face) I'm sure you'll get used to the city life sooner or late. This kind of stuff just takes times, you know?

Odin: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yes, time will heal from my cluelessness of this place. The last thing I want to do is cause you all any more trouble.

Misako: Oh relax, you're fine. We don't mind helping out a new friend or whatever. By the way, do you have any idea where you're gonna stay at in the meantime?

Odin: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Hmm....I'm not sure....I'll probably find a nearby inn to stay at for a few days. Hopefully one that doesn't cost too much.

Dark Pit: Or you could stay with me in the Smash Mansion. We got plenty of space and rooms.

Few Minutes of Walking Later.......

Dark Pit: (Presents a Surprised Stunned Odin to the Smash Mansion in Front of Him and his Girlfriends) See?

Odin: Mother of a Titan.....This can't be no mere Mansion, IT'S A FREAKING CASTLE!

Misako: We thought the same when Kyoko and I first came here. But no, it's a mansion alright.

Kyoko: A really, really, really, REALLY huge one!~

Odin: A very marvelous one at that......(Turns to Pitto) Are you happened to be a prince of some kind? Maybe born in a royal family?

Dark Pit: ('Heh') I wish. But nah, I'm neither. I'm just a carbon copy of my twin brother, Pit-Stain.

Kyoko: (Starts Pouting at her Boyfriend Along with Misako) Pitto-Kiiiins, we've been over this.

Dark Pit: I know, I know. But to be fair....(Shrugs) I technically did came out from a magical mirror in the past

Misako: And? You're still you, your own person. No one else.

Odin: (Gives Pitto a Reassuring Smile on his Face) Your partners in romance are right, my dark angelic friend. Despite your upbringing, you and only yourself are the key to behold and take control of your own fate and identity.

Kyoka: See? Odin gets it! Be more proud of who you are, babe!

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') Alright, alright, I will. Now can we please go inside already? I'm freezing here.

Meanwhile at the Dining Hall, League of Villains' Table.......

Tablet: He make things complicated~ No wonder Samus hates him~ EVERYBODY HAAATES RIDLEYYYYYYYY!~

Bowser: (Starts Bursting Out Laughing) AHHHAHAHA! Oh man! (Wipes a Tear From his Eyes) That was freaking priceless! Phenomenal even!

Ganondorf: (Chuckles Lightly While Clapping his Hands) Yes, that was a remarkable performance indeed. What were group's name again? (Grabs his Chin While Reading the Title of the Video on the Tablet) "The....Koopette's in Harmony"? I don't think I've ever heard of them before.

Hades: That's because they're still brand new in the music scene. Started their debut weeks ago and they've been reaching stardom ever since.

Ridley: (Already Fuming in Anger) Yeah? Well their stardom is about be plummeting soon once I'm done with them! (Angrily Typing on Something on his Phone)

Sephiroth: (Turns to the Angry Space Pirate along with Pichu) What are you doing?

Pichu: Pi?

Ridley: Finding myself a lawyer! I'm gonna sue the group and the writer who wrote this shit!!

Ganondorf: (Raises an Eyebrow at Ridley) You do know lawyers cost a fortune nowadays, right?

Ridley: Oh come on. They can't possible cost that much to- (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Costs For Each Laywers on Screen) HOLY FISH PASTE! They charge cilents ten-thousand dollars for their services!? What kind of pompous bullshit is this!?

Hades: (Casually Shrugs) Well, that's law business for you. They'll never fight for you unless you cough up their pay in return. (Place his Arm Around Ridley with Untrustworthy Grin on his Face) Luckily for you, I'll be more than happy you out for very small price.

Ridley: (Turns to Hades with Deadpinned Look on his Face) You, the God of the Underworld, is a full time laywer.

Hades: Part-time laywer actually. I may not look like it, I have you know that I've managed to win a decent amount of cases in my line of work. (Summons a Small Business Card With a Snap of his Finger Before Handing it Over to Ridley) You can look it up and more on the card if ever get the chance.

Ridley: (Looks Down at the Card, Still Unconvinced) Suuure. I'll think about it.....

????: Magnificent!

Ridley abd the rest of the villains turns to see Pitto abd his group walking in the dining hall.

Odin: (Looks Around the Room with Sparkle Glittering in his Eyes) I can't even begin to imagine how many grand party gatherings you had in a room as enormous as this!

Dark Pit: (Shrugs) We've thrown plenty of them here on occasions. But some of us come here to chill in our respective hangout spots.

Misako: (Starts Glaring at the Villains Along with Kyoko) And one of them just so happens to those jerks over there.

Kyoko: Villains......

Bowser: ('Sigh') Good to see you too, kids. You here to beat up Hades again?

Ridley: We got our phones and tablets right on standby.

Pichu: (Happily Picks Up Both of Sephiroth's Electronics) Pichu!~

Hades: (Scoffs While Rolling his Eyes and Crossing his Arms Together) Oh really bold of all of you to assume I couldn't handle two mere brats.

Sephiroth: Then why are you turning away?

Hades sowly turns back to the girls, only to be greeted by both of their dark, blazing glares staring directly at him as they pull out their respective weapons.

Hades: (Already Sweating Bullets) U-Uhhh. (Quickly Turns Away Again) Cause I can. I'm Hades! I do what I want.

Sephiroth: Riiight. (Turns Back to the Kids) Who exactly is the young gentleman standing next to you, Pitto?

Dark Pit: A new friend we made-

Odin: (Does One of his his Flashly Poses) ODIN THE DARK! The darkest, most powerful mage you see before you, at your humble services. (Politely Bows at the Villains)

Ganondorf: The Darkest Mage you say....

Odin: Don't forget powerful! (Crosses his Arms With a Proud Smirk on his Face) I may not look it, but I'll have you know that I am a master of being one with the darkness and all of it's majestic glory. Observe.

Odin creates a dark light on the palm of his hands and let it zoom around circular rotation for a few amount of seconds, infusing the purple colored aura into his fists before screaming out "ASTALIVENTETA" and bringing his hands up into the air, shooting out twin vicious lightnings from out both palms, creating the name Odin in streaks of purple electricity, leaving everyone in the room either amazed or impressed.

Ganondorf: (Slowly Claps his Hands With an Impressed Smirk.on his Face) Very impressive, indeed With abilities like that, I'd say ypu would make a perfect addition to our group.

Odin: (Raises an Eyebrow in Curiosity) Your group ypu say?

Dark Pit: Oh don't even start with that, Ganon!

Misako: Odin, don't even THINK about accepting his offer.

Kyoko: Yeah! (Points at Ganondorf) He's this big, evil wizard guy who clearly can't be trusted!

Ganondorf: I'm more of an evil tyrant myself in actuality. But I have done my fair share of sorcery in the past. And I'm more than willing to share and maybe even teach some of my most powerful spells to you IF you agree to join our League of Villains.

Odin: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) The offer does sound tempting.....(Shakes his Head One Time) But I'm afraid I can't accept. My powers maybe dark, but my heart is still bright as a solid gold blazing within.

Ridley: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Like heartburn?

Odin: Yes, but less hurting and more fuel in pure motivation.

Bowser: That wouldn't that hurt your chest even more if you feel more burned?

Odin: Well...Yes, theoretically if it goes untreated for a long amount of time-Look, the point is, I owe it to my past comrades to continue to guide my heart and soul to brighter path of tomorrow and I REFUSE to let it be tarnished by measly yet somewhat appealing offer in my presence! For my name isn't OD-

??????: Owain?

Everyone in the room (sans for Odin) turns to see a young woman in long blue hair staring at the dark mage in the distance.

??????: Is that....really you?

Odin: That voice......(Turns to See the Woman As Well) Could it be? (Eyes Starts to Widened as He Smiles Brightly at the Blue Haired Girl That Called Out to Him) It is. Lucina, my dearest cousin! Ahoy there! (Speed Walks his Way Over to Lucina)

Misako: So those two are cousins, huh?

Kyoko: (Clasps her Hands Together in Happiness) Aww~ We reunited a family, you guys~

Dark Pit: That'snice and all. (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) His name is Owain this whole time?

Bowser: Yeah, not gonna lie, I kinda like his Odin name better.

Ganondorf: Agreed. He still has potential though.

Dark Pit: Shut up.

Owain:I haven't seen you in so long! ! How have you been? I had no idea you have been living in this town this entire time. (Chuckles Lightly) But I sure you have better custom to this place than I ever coul-

'Slap'

Everyone: ('GASPS'')

Dark Pit: Oh shit.

As everyone stares in shock of what just happened, Owain slowly moves his hand onto his cheek, feeling a small, yet surprisingly effective sting that given to him by one slap. He then looks down to his one and own cousin, shaking in distraught.and anger.

Lucina: Where have you been?

Owain: Lucina.....

Lucina: You, Severa, and Ingio went missing on that day and we have spent countless hours and months on end to try and find either of you, with little to no success whatsoever. Do you have any idea how much worry, hurt, and stress you three have brought to our families, our friends, our comrades, and the kingdom as a whole on that day? (Looks Up at Owain woth Tears Coming Down From her Eyes) How much you've worried ME as well? We've made a vow that we continue to fight for the people we love and stock together till the bitter end and yet you decided to disappeared without telling anyone and show up here of all places? (Angrily Stomps her Foot onto the Floor) HOW DARE YOU!? (Starts Whimpering in More Distress) ('Sniff') W-Why would you leave us like this?.....Why.....

Owain and Lucina has been an inseparable duo throughout their childhood. They would support each other's woshes and dreams while fighting alongside each other from any threat amd challenges that stands in each other's way.

Owain has always admired his dearest cousin since then, even considering her more worthy of being named the "Chosen One" than he ever hoped to becoming. So it would always take him aback whenever he sees her crying on rare occasions. But now that they've finally reunited after so long, HE'S the one that's making her cry this time around. And feeling of guilt is currently creeping up to him as we speak.

Owain: (Takes a Very Deep Breath Before Speaking) The night we've disappeared, I should've known it would cause each and everyone of you nothing but grief abd sorrow from that day forward. It pains me so much to know that I wasn't far off from the truth. (Gently Grab Hold of Both of Lucina's Hands) I know neither of us have no excuse for what we've done that night, but regardless of that, from the bottom of very heart, I am.....so very sorry for hurting you like this, after all this time even. (Sighs as He Gently Let's Go of his Cousin's Hands) But I understand if you choose to never forgive me.....I-I'll even be willing to get out of your sight if you truly want me-

Lucina: (Immediately Hugs Her Cousin) NO! Don't leave! Please!

Owain: (Taken Aback by Lucina's Suddenly Action) Lucina!

Lucina: ('Sniff') It's true that I've been upset for some time now. ('Sniff') Maybe I am still upset with you some degree, but even still, above all else....(Looks Up at Owain in Her Watery Eyes) I'm just so happy to see you standing here, alive and well, you know? ('Sniff') I missed my baby cousin so much~

Owain: (Hugs Lucina Back) I missed you too, my-(Immediately Pulls Away) WAIT A DAMN SECOND!! I beg your pardon!?

Lucina: (Pouts at Owain While Wiping her Tears Away) ('Sniff') Did you hear what just said-

Owain: (Pouts Back) Oh yes I heard you loud and clear and I REFUSE to let you go around fabricating our age in this town!

Lucina: Well, it's not my fault that I was born three months earlier than you.

Owain: AND!? Even if we're born months apart, we STILL have the same age! Least I hope so.....

Lucina: Perhaps. But who always had to be in charge of taking care when we were children, hm? Who always had to keep you from getting yourself in trouble and killed upon numerous occasions? Ooh! Or better yet, who always had to be one to take the fall for you even you steal pie from Auntie Lissa's-

Owain: Okay, okay, okay, I see your point! (Rolls his Eyes) You were always the most responsible one out if the two of us, I cannot deny.

Lucina: (Simply Nodded) And don't you forget it. Don't also forget that I still love you deeply. (Gives Owain a Kiss on his Slapped Cheek) I'm..... sorry I slapped you there.

Owain: (Gives Lucina a Reassuring Smile) Don't be. I deserved it.

Lucina: No, you don't. Not completely anyways. I realize now that you have your own reasons as to why you left that day. (Hugs Owain Again) I just....don't want us to be separated. Never again.

Owain: (Hugs Lucina Back) Neither do I, my dearest cousin.

Misako/Kyoko: (Clasps Their Hands Together While Gushing on How Wholesome the Scene is in Front of Them) AWWWWWWW~

?????: Owain!

The duo turns to see a white haired man wearing a dark brown cloak walking towards them.

?????: Is that really you?

Owain: (Eyes Begins to Widened Once More at the Sight of His....) Father! It's been so long!

Everyone: Father!?

Dark Pit: Robin's your DAD!?

Owain: (Happily Nodded to Pitto) That's indeed correct, my friends! Although, he is an alternative version of the father I originally had in my timeline. Before it was burned abd demolished completely......(Smiles Brightly Again) But that's neither here nor there, of course.

Robin: (Already Has a Worried Frown on hus Face) Everyone was so worried when you, Severa, and Ingio left, your mother and I especially! Where were you this entire this time?

Owain: ('Sighs Heavily') It's a long, long, story to explain actually. B-But I'm more than willing to tell it all to you if you like.

Robin: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Yes. I would like that very much actually. You have a lot to explaining to do, my son.

Lucina: (Went Back to Pouting Again While Pulling on Owain's Ear) That goes double from me, mister!

Owain: (Starts Feeling Pain) Owowowow! Alright! I'm gonna! Honest!

Robin: (Chuckles Lightly) Calm yourself, Lucina. He's telling the truth. Let's go out and talk in private, yeah?

Lucina: (Nodded in Agreement as He Lets Go of Owain's Ear) Sure.

Owain: Sounds good to me. (Turns to His New Friends) My apologies, my friends. But I'm afraid I must cut our time together short for now.

Dark Pit: Nah, don't worry about it.

Misako: You go on and deal with your family business, alright?

Kyoko: (Happily Waves at Owain) We still had a really good time with you today!~ Thank you!~

Owain: (Stares at the Trio For a Brief Second Before Happily Bowing to Them) Much oblige.

Owain begins to walk away with both his cousin and father by each of his sides, leaving everyone else behind in the room.

Bowser: Well.....That all happened.

Ganondorf: 'Least it wasn't nearly as messy as the Mishima Family drama.

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') Thank Goddess Mom for that.

Palutena: (In the Background) Your Welcome, sweetie!~

Dark Pit: (Smiles a Bit) Honestly, I'm just glad they got reunited.

Misako: (Hugs Onto one if Pitto's Arm) Same here.

Kyoko: (Happily Nodded in Agreement While Hugging Pitto's Other Arm) Mmhmm~

Hades: Yes. Nice. (Forms a Conniving Grin on his Face) Say, you wanna know how we could live the room a bit?~

Misako: (Angrily Points at Hades) If you're thinking about showing any more nasty stuff to our boyfriend-

Hades: A song about how Everyone Hates Bird Boy over there. (Points at Ridley Beside Him)

Ridley: WHAT!?

Misako: I'LL KILL YO- Wait what now?

Ganondorf: We saw a video of a chorus group singing how hated Ridley is and it was pretty good.

Bowser: (Starts Snickering) And super funny too.

Misako: (Snickers as Well) Really?~

Dark Pit: A song about how much Ridley sucks....I'd be down to see it.

Kyoko: (Rapidly Raises her Hand Up) Me too, me too, me tooo!~

Ridley: (Glares at Everyone) No, no, and NO! None of you are allowed to see it once I sue them for everything they got!

Hades: You could do that ooooor- Portal Up! (Quickly Sumons his Portal Behind Ridley)

Ridley: Wait, what are you- AUGH! ( Suddenly Gets Pushed into the Portal by Hades)

Hades: He'll be fine (Closes the Portal with the Snap of a Finger) There's nothing in there he can't handle. Probably. (Forms an Evil Grin) Now about the video.....

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