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zeroducks-2 · 12 days

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💜 Eobarry!

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

(imagine this happens at the end of The Flash Age, but Iris isn't there and August keeps his hands to himself <3)

«Good team-up, guys. See you later.» Thawne says amicably enough, raising his hand in a gesture of goodbye. As if they weren't all still breathless for having run from a world which was decaying right under their feet.

«Hey. Wait a second...» Barry surges up as if to grab his arm, side-stepping August, but stops just shy of touching his Reverse. «No need to keep running, let's take a breather.» He tries, and doesn't really understand the way Thawne's expression grows dark, the corners of his mouth curling downwards.

«So that you can get an opening and toss me back in one of your prisons? I'll pass.»

Barry did not expect to hear that and it almost makes him recoil. He feels righteous anger bubbling up - yes, this man should be behind bars and for so many good reasons, but no, it was not in Barry's intention to sort of ambush him to incapacitate and imprison him. He never even thought about it.

«Would that be my style?» He asks back, offering a half smile in an attempt to keep everything on amicable tones. «You did the right thing, Eobard. And then came back for us, without strings attached.» He takes a tentative step forward. «And our truce is still on anyway. Stay a minute, tell me about what happened with Chris... I want to know the details of how it went down.»

The other speedster's expression twitches and his posture grows minutely more tense. He seems to be hesitant on both what to do and what to say, but that's alright, Barry can allow him a minute.

«He's right, Barry. We should make sure he ends up in jail.» August chimes in, arms crossed and his scowl visible from the ripped bits of his mask. «I am grateful for his help, but now you're acting like one good action would make him a reformed man. Have you somehow forgotten he killed your mother...?»

«What?» Barry snaps, wide-eyed as he looks back at August. «This is not about what happened in the past, it's about what happened today.» He ends up saying in the steadiest tone he can manage. «Wasn't it for him, we wouldn't even be here having this conversation.»

«So you'd forgive him, just like that?» August looks between frustrated and incredulous. «You tossed me in jail without a second thought, and now claim you're going to let this guy go?»

«You...» You killed children for no reason, Barry wants to say but refrains, that's not the point. This isn't about who's guilty and who isn't, it's something else entirely.

«You should listen to him, Barry.» Eobard observes placidly, a smile on his face and his pose now relaxed, which is not what Barry expected to see. «I don't belong with heroes. You made damn sure I never would.»

He feels another twinge of resentment at that, but before he can phrase a retort the other speedster is upon him, closing the small distance by pulling Barry against himself. Then their lips are crashing together, Barry's breath is stuck in his throat, and Thawne's palm is cradling his nape.

«But thank you for today. It was fun.» Eobard adds quietly enough it's just for them to hear, disentangling Barry's fingers from how they were gripping the front of his suit.

«Wait-!» He tries again but the other speedster has bolted away already, and Barry is left with the inexplicable urge to run after him, and August's nonplussed expression.

kiss ask game here!

#thanks for asking Ada!#my asks #my fanfictions #Eobarry #kiss ask game

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elitadream · 1 year

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Hi Elita!🤗 I took my younger brother to go see the movie (believe me, the wait since Wednesday’s release was PAIN😩😂), and, oh man, like you’ve mentioned, I have a *few* thoughts😅. I will say, the animation and easter eggs were pretty spot on. But, imo, it REALLY could’ve benefited from just, like 20 more minutes of run time. The pacing was, something else😂, especially when Mario and Peach first meet (and ofc, I have a few thoughts on that scene🫠), the journey to DK, and the fire flower field scene (my opinion on that whole scene? Ehhh😬😂). If felt very rushed at times to me unfortunately. I could go on, but those are my general thoughts on the movie from a production standpoint. I’d love to hear your thoughts, and discuss more!☺️❤️

Hey there Sherman! Hope you had a nice time regardless! 😊💛

ALSO YEAH, UM- >< 👀 I've seen many reviews and bullet point lists detailing the movie's strengths and weaknesses so far, and while I have a lot to say about it as well (both good and bad), I was a bit unsure how to proceed with this. Partly because I have very mixed feelings about it overall. 🙇‍♀️

I'm currently exploring a few ideas showcasing what I loved and what I wished had been done differently, but other than those, I think I'll try to refrain from going on a public rant and simply continue working on my previous concepts instead. 😂 I'd be happy to discuss the movie in-depth with you if you're comfortable with private messages though!! I've been talking with a few people since wednesday and the conversations have been very interesting! 🧠

#asks #mario movie #thoughts and rambling #kinda scared to voice my opinion on certain things tbh 🤣#I'm- uh-... still processing most of it atm #but I'm glad you finally got to see it! 😁

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sparring-spirals · 1 year

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i want to ask your thoughts about ylfa from neverafter because eeeeee some many thoughts and i love your meta

thank you! :D i am Also full of Neverafter thoughts, and ESPECIALLY Ylfa thoughts, albeit with minimal time to ruminate on them, much less write meta. We're nearly at the next ep being released so I'm just going to toss some half marinated angstier thoughts at you for now rather than delay it another week! My apologies in advance for haphazardness!

tldr bc it got a little long: ylfa and rage and fear and preteen girls and that self sacrificial streak and monsters and princesses and. idk. its not super coherent ok.

In a rough order:

- God, I love Emily Axford's commitment to playing her characters as like...unflinchingly true to what she says they are. This IS an awkward preteen girl with all of that aching sincerity and hunger and rage and kindness and growing discomfort and also just. Tooth-aching awkwardness. Perfect.

- Emily Axford has Such A Big Brain for the way that this little Red is a barbarian, is a werewolf that she doesn't want to be. Little preteen girls with a rage that rips the world apart, the rage only matched by their bone deep fear of it.

- Red says over and over: I really appreciate a strong authority figure. I appreciate having some rules enforced. I like having guidance on what to do next. And I just. Augh. Of course! Of course. Shes a kid. She's a kid. She's not quite a kid anymore. She is outside of a house, hulking and dangerous and her skin and body different, and she is pleading in a voice distorted by something she is scared of, asking her mom to open the door, please. She's her kid. She's scared.

- Red is scared- Red was scared of the wolf, of what happened after straying, but in front of that house- by the time we meet her- Red is not quite scared of the wolf. She is scared of herself. She is scared of the damage she can do, the damage she brings. She is scared of monsters, but mostly the ones in the mirror.

- Red says: Women are either princesses, or monsters. And she's not a princess.

- (I love this refrain, this detail from her so much, there's SO MANY LAYERS to it. Like yes Rosamund and herself, yes Emily's comment during AP about werewolves as a puberty story and others perceiving. Its also about binaries and falling short of a bar and monstrous failure and "i think there's something wrong in me that others don't have, something fundamentally flawed-" and- god its fucking good. This could have its own meta.)

- Red is- wildly self sacrificial, and from tactics POV, like great! Barbarian tank! but also. Like. Fuck! This is a little girl. Far from home, with all of that unsureness and shyness and regret and something deeper that makes her keep. Putting herself out first. Everything she says to Mother Goose about: I think Rosamund is the key, so I'll protect her. I think you and your book might be the trick. I'll put myself in front of you. I create a bottleneck and stare down a sea of furniture to give my companions their shot. I breathe through the pain and let the girl fade and the beast take over.

- Red just wants an authority figure and some assurance. She just wants friends, she wants companionship and understanding, she wants to keep the people around her safe from the danger in her, she wants something to strive for.

- Red is at a fork between an easier story and a harder one and says. I want the easy story. I want soft endings and cookies and kindness. I don't want this hardship.

- Of course she doesn't. She's a kid.

- She's human.

- Red follows her grandmother down the harder path, eager for a guiding figure. She is tricked, maybe. But at the end of it- hearing about greater stories, about Mother Goose needing her help- she looks the hardship in the eye, and chooses to keep going.

- She comes back more wolf, less girl, this time. Stars in her eyes when she talks to Rosamund (a princess! In all the ways that matter.). Apologies for the claws and the flaws.

- Ylfa turns herself into forms that best serves the people around her, and apologizes profusely for it, and eagerly accepts guidance and correction. Ylfa says some girls are not meant to be princesses, best make the most of being a monster.

- "You royals keep beasts at your side! I will fight alongside you proudly."

- A bunch of cowards and the bravest little girl in the world. the bravest little girl, nothing to lose. the bravest little girl, scared to the bone and apologetic and furious and monstrous.

- "I'm thinking that- Survival doesn't feel inspiring, but I guess protecting does."

#i have a lot of love for ylfa and how emily is playing her in case that isnt clear #i do really apologize i was putting off answering this until i had something more cohesive but uh. UH. time. anyway so yeah this instead #neverafter #ylfa snorgelsson #neverafter spoilers #?#character meta #not cr #spar speaks #ask away!#i would have liked to write a more focused meta about a specific aspect of this but ideally this catches the broad strokes of my thoughts #watching thus far #ORUGH heartbreaking #between her and pinocchio like SOMEONE HELP THESE KIDS THEY ARENT DOING WELL #AND the self sacrificial nature next to gerard who is battling so many things inside of himself (besides the curse) is. oooOOOo #and the ROSAMUND YLFA INTERACTIONS have their own thing #anyway very fun #sorry i hope this delivered.... something. of what you wanted #i also need to admit that i. heard the line about survival vs protection when multitasking and it didnt leave my brain and after writing #this answer i scrubbed thru the whole ep to find the quote #its Fuck-o-clock for me and i have work tomorrow but WORTH IT. WHAT A QUOTE.#and just bc i wanted to makw this post since watching both acofaf acoc and now this: Emily LOVES playing chars that support others huh #my meta

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textfromthelookout · 1 year

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Favorite episode, technique, and fav movie?

I stand by my opinion that the little span of mostly-anime-only episodes where Goku and Vegeta are running around in Buu's insides are the height of comedy in the whole series. If I had to pick just ONE, it'd be 237 of the original Z cut. I catch feelings watching Vegeta talk with Piccolo right before the end every damn time. Honorable mention goes to DBS episodes 84-95 also for all the Character Moments, and for filling out the blank space the manga left where Goku pulls together the Tournament of Power team.

I think technique has to go to Makankosappo because I have way too many thoughts about it, although I similarly have way too many thoughts about Kikoho. Half the time it doesn't have any sort of beam, it saps Tien's life force (or used to), and it has a very defined area of effect that noticeably degrades the more Tien uses it, so like. What is it? How does it work?? Is Tien fucking around with a fundamental force (gravity) and being punished for it?? These questions keep me up at night.

Favorite movie is caught between Super Broly and Super Hero, both for their own reasons. Broly's art style and animation is gorgeous, and the opening 20-some minutes of Lore absolutely would be among my top 5 episodes if it were standalone. Super Hero's choreography is clean, and I like the focus being more on Piccolo and Gohan, and about how you can interpret Gohan's role in it as a sort of closing-of-the-loop with regards to his Issues stemming from Cell Arc. If I go into more detail on THAT though I'll be Quite Annoying About It so I'll refrain. Of the older movies, I think my favorite is Wrath of the Dragon (Tapion my beloved).

Thanks for your questions, anon!

#your regularly scheduled shitposting will return tomorrow!!!#text from the mod

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that-sarcastic-writer · 2 years

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Lia's sleepover

Hi lovelies! So I just saw I hit 1.5k followers. And like holy shit, I was just celbrating 1.3k not even 2 months ago, its honestly so crazy and I'm so thankful for all the love and support! So I wanted to celebrate, but since I still have an active milestone challenge (which is still open btw, more info here), I thought I'd do my first sleepover, like ever, instead.

So this sleepover will consist of two sections, writing requests and send me things. see below for all the details

General info

The sleepover will begin today, July 18th until Saturday, July 23rd. That's how long I'll be taking requests/asks specifically to be included in the sleepover. And on Sunday, July 24nd I will be posting the writing requests. Though I will answer any send me things asks throughout the week.

For obvious reasons, and as it always has been, I ask that all participants be 18+. If you are under 18, one you should not be interacting with my blog to begin with, but I can't control your media consumption, so I do ask that you respect my boundaries and you don't participate.

If you are thinking of sending a writing request (that is not a headcanon) I ask that you do it asap so that I actually have time to have it done by Sunday.

You are more than welcome to send more than one ask, like please, go crazy.

Be kind and respectful, and I do ask that you look at my hard no's before requesting, I will include those below, I will not answer asks that make me uncomfortable.

I will use the tags #lia's sleepover #sleepover and #sweet asks

Send me things section

FMW fictional characters editions, would you rather, top three of whatever

Send me a character and I'll rate them

Ask me about my favourite trope

Ask me about my works or any future works you would like to know about

Anything your heart desires!, anything you want to know, anything you want to say to me, I want to hear it all

Writing request section

Send me a character + a kink, trope or line of dialogue (from the list I will link below pls) and I'll write a drabble for it (Maybe longer if I'm really feeling it)

Send me a character and your headcannons (SFW or NSFW)

Send me your thotties fantasies about x character and I'll write a drabble, yes it can be as filthy as you want. Reference my no's list and characters I'm writing for if you're unsure

Need I remind you you must be 18+ to request anything? Yes, please please, respect my boundaries, refrain from requesting if you are under 18.

Writing request info

Here is the list of characters I'm currently writing for. Soldier Boy, Dean Winchester, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Javier P, and Din Djarin

As always my works are X readers, for the most part f!reader, but if there's no need for specifications it'll remain gender neutral

For the character + dialogue, I ask that you reference the list of dialogues I made in this post. But if you have a specific line of dialogue you'd like me to do that's okay too.

Here are my no's when it comes to requests. I don't have many and I'm open to pretty much anything, these are just my hard no's. Anything noncon (I've seen so many sb fics with this, I refuse to write this), anything blood kink related, BDSM themes simply because I don't know anywhere near enough to be able to write it, the obvious grooming, pedophilia, shit like that. It's not much, I'm open to pretty much anything.

Send me things!

Thank you to everyone who has liked, commented and reblogged my fics these past few weeks, you have made my summer so much more bearable and I appreciate you so much. Your support means the world to me. And thank you for allowing me to share my love of these men. Yall are awesome.

No preassure tags, tagging my lovely mutuals

@fluffyprettykitty @a-reader-and-a-writer @sketch-and-write-lover @witchisenpai @gyllenhaalstories @inklore @loverhymeswith @littlestatesman

#lia's sleepover #sleepover #lia's 1.5k celebration #lia's 1.5k sleepover

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moonlight-breeze-44 · 2 years

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The Best Night Ever.

Tonight I went to see Dan Howell on tour in Kansas City. It was everything I had hoped for and more. I won't share the details of it, as Dan asked that we refrain from spoilers online, but I couldn't say nothing at all, so I'll say this: It was the best experience of my entire life. I've had the best night ever.

The first half was so much fun -- I laughed so hard that I cried, and next to me my mother was laughing, too, even though she didn't understand all of the jokes and references. Every part of the show as perfect. Looking back on tonight, I can't think of a single moment I don't want to remember for the rest of my life. It made me so happy, and so goddamn entertained that I feel like I'll never come down from the high of the amount of fun I had. In the second half, which was a little more serious, I found inspiration and hope like I've never been inspired before. I left the show feeling so fucking good, on top of the clouds, even. What Dan said and shared with us made me feel so fucking seen. His experiences, what he chooses to share with us -- it's incredible. He is an incredible person. I've never watched or listened to someone so much like me before. Someone who has had the same experiences, and is here now being this amazing influencer that makes us all realize how important we are. Dan Howell has made an impact on my life tonight. I will never forget this. I will never forget the hope that this show gave me.

Going into the theatre, I remember thinking that I'd never seen so many people in one place that looked like me before. We all had dyed hair, black shirts and eyeliner. It was great. The person that sat next to me was having just as much fun as I was, and I could feel the energy and the love throughout the theater. We love Dan Howell. We loved his stage show. We love everything about tonight. I've been to concerts, charity benefits, and family functions and I've gone to water parks and the Rocky Mountains and the most beautiful stretch of ocean there is. None of it compares to the time I had tonight. Dan said, multiple times in his show, that his goal here (for both himself and his audience) is to have one good night.

Dan, if you ever read this: You succeeded.

I think I can speak for everyone when I say that we had an amazing night. We had the best night. We had a night that we will never forget. This night was everything to me, and seeing you on stage speaking about the topics that you shared with us about gave me so much hope for the future. You gave me so much hope. I'm going to remember this for the rest of my life. Thank you. Thank you for sharing your story, for entertaining us and making everyone in that entire goddamn audience have so much fun. Thank you for making us smile and laugh until it physically hurt. Thank you for being open and honest with us, and thank you for making us feel like we aren't alone. Thank you for giving me not only one good night, but the best night of my life. Thank you for everything. Thank you for being you. Thank you for having the courage to exist.

If you're considering going to this show -- I don't even know if tickets are still on sale -- all I can say is, do it. I promise you it's worth it. This experience was the best of my entire life, and I don't regret a single bit of it. This was everything for me. Thank you for reading, and if you're out there struggling, thank you for choosing to continue. You're strong, you're brave, and you're fucking worth this. You are worth everything.

Thank you to Dan Howell, especially for overcoming what he has to end up here, on stage with us, and thank you to everyone else in that theatre tonight who loved the show as much as I did. Thank you.

~ Em's Final Thoughts (I loved this stage show with my entire goddamn heart)

#we're all doomed #the end of the world tour #dan howell #daniel howell #dan howell we’re all doomed #dan and phil #dnp #dan howell tour #dan howell 2022 #dan howell 2022 tour #we're all doomed kansas city #we're all doomed tour #danisnotonfire #long post #em rambles too much

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gojonanami · 5 months

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Hi Sab!

I just wanted to send you a little message of appreciation.

I wanted to begin this message by thanking you for running this blog. I love this blog. I check it every day. I think your responses to asks are extremely fun, respectful and kind.

I also love your stories. I'll admit, I haven't read them all, but I've read quite a few, and I truly loved them all. I really do believe you have a real knack for writing. You're just such a compelling writer. I really, really, really love the way you write. And I especially love the way you write dialogue.

To me, thinking back, quite a few fics stood out.

I loved 'Is it Over Now?'. I thought it was heartbreaking. I was actually thinking of it earlier as I was swimming, and I was just thinking of that scene wherein Suguru sneaks (enters?) into her apartment, and their confrontation, and how easily she falls into his arms once more, and how he overrides the bite mark on her skin, and how easily she tells him she loves him despite it all. That story really lingered with me. I loved the way you tackled it. From your choice of false cheating ruse to the way the comparison between Satoru and Suguru ran as a refrain throughout the fic, I thought it was incredibly compelling. I loved how different the sex scenes were with Satoru and Suguru, and how, despite that, there were some similarities, too. (They share one brain cell, after all.) I loved the intimacy of those scenes. I love how the scenes with Satoru were more spontaneous, passion-driven and new and experimental, while those with Suguru, while still retaining that sense of passion, were also filled with a sense of familiarity and longing that only comes about with a proper partner with whom you are familiarised. I love how despite it all and despite Suguru leaving and lying, they still feel like soulmates, and despite it all, she still welcomes him in her bed, and cards her fingers through his hair, and tells him that she 'love[s]' him.

I loved your other works, too. 'Bigger Than The Whole Sky' is one that sticks in my mind, too. I know it's short, but it's pity and incredibly well-written. There is just so incredibly heart-breaking about it, but I can't quite put my finger as to why exactly it's so heartbreaking. Is it because we know Satoru is going to die? Or is it because, despite the fact that we know that Satoru is going to die, this scene is just so domestic and warm, and the realisation that he's going to leave it all behind just makes it all the more heartbreaking? Or is it the element of the baby and the fact that he's potentially foregoing the chance to meet his own baby? Is it the realisation that he's got such weight upon his shoulders that for the sake of the masses, he has to sacrifice the chance to meet and welcome his own baby? Or is it because of how attached I am to the character and how, subconsciously, I feel as though I was almost robbed of the opportunity of further exploring the psychology of a character I respect and adore, and how touched I was that you managed to do it so eloquently? Probably, it is all of these factors. Regardless, this fic is one that has a special place in my heart and one which I will think about again and again.

I found out about your blog via 'Three's a Crowd'. I've reread it what, six times? Seven? Eight? Nine? More? I don't even know at this point. But the point is, I absolutely love it. I love the dynamics. I love the setting. I love the characters. I love the sex scenes. I love the tension. I love the dynamism. I love the action. There are just so, so many small little details in this fic that I absolutely love and adore. I keep coming back to this fic for a reason—it is just so fantastic and compelling. I just honestly think it might be one of the sexiest fics that I've ever read. It also fuelled my obsession with Prof. Geto.

I have to say, I watched your whole journey of creating and then publishing your latest Prof. Geto fic, and I honestly feel so, so lucky to have been able to have been a part of this journey. Reading your responses to all these asks was so much fun! Your responses really made me smile. I loved that process, and I've never witnesses anything remotely similar on Tumblr. It was honestly such a treat!

In my personal opinion, 'I Need Someone Older' is your best work. I think it's your best work because it is incredibly clean and slick. It is just so well-polished and thought-through that I, if I were an editor, would have no comments to add, just praise. It was incredibly compelling from start to finish. It was harnessed by two incredibly compelling and dynamic protagonists. It was engaging, fast-paced, witty and clever. The dialogue was incredibly thought-through and yet, at the same time, incredibly natural and authentic. You really managed to capture the essence of how people actually speak while also making it incredibly witty. It's smart. It's sexy. It is so, so good. I keep coming back to it. It is definitely my favourite work of yours and I honestly can't wait for the release of part two. I honestly just think it is so, so good.

As is customary, I would like to thank you for taking the time to manage this blog, write these stories, edit and polish them, and interact with all of us and respond to our asks. I really appreciate and respect the effort.

I just wanted to finish off this message by reiterating that I truly, truly love your work. I love it. I think you're a fantastic writer. And I would love to read more of your work, truly.

I also wanted to say that I just really respect you as an individual. You are just such a lovely person. You always respond to asks in such a lovely way. I can just feel your warmth emanate through the screen.

And I also really respect you as a writer. You are incredibly prodigious. I am impressed by your ability to write so much. But the key thing, in my mind, is that you never waffle. You are able to write lots and lots of content, and that content is excellent. That is impressive. You are impressive.

Thank you, Sab, for sharing your work. Truly. Thank you.

i read this yesterday and i literally read this like six or seven times trying to formulate a response that wasn't just crying lmao but i shall try!! (under a cut because its long)

thank you for checking this blog - i can't believe you check it every day - it means so much that this silly corner of the internet makes you happy :). i'm glad my responses to asks can be entertaining and i very much try to be kind to everyone - like i've said before, you guys makes it very easy because all of you are so lovely!! <3

i'm so glad you've read any of them, much less most of them :). you're so kind to say that - i'm really touched that you enjoy my writing much less that you think i have a knack for it T_T

i'm so glad you enjoyed 'is it over now?' it's one of my favorite things i wrote honestly so it always makes me super happy when someone tells me they enjoyed it :). i'm so glad the sex scenes came across differently because i was concerned about that hahah - i never want my writing to see generic -- i want it to be character and situation specific and i'm very happy that the differences came across to you ahhhhh

honestly it also makes super happy when people enjoy the fics i write that don't have smut in them hahah. yeah i know smut tends to do better overall on tumblr but i really love doing character study like fics and angst as well as fluff. and bigger than the whole sky is kind of all of those?? you're so right that we were so robbed by exploring his psychology - gege does an excellent job at creating these characters and this rich complex backstory, but i hate how sometimes it feels like we don't get to explore other facets of their character.

ok again whenever someone says they reread my fics it makes me all sfkjnjksf (that's not english but thats fine) - honestly that whole fic was born out of me asking hannah what did she want me to write - and shes was like professor au and i was like say less honestly. we had some difficulties working out the logistics of how the relationships would be structured, but honestly i'm so glad it came together the way it did. i'm so glad you love it so much and also the fact you pick up on the little details makes me happy because i always like to sprinkle those throughout my writing :)

the creation of the prof geto fic is so special to me too - i've also never seen something like that happen. it was so funny because i didn't get a ton of asks on this account before there was a sudden outpouring of love for prof geto and three's a crowd and just you guys being incredibly kind to me. and it was so fun and honestly you guys have yourselves to thank for 'i need someone older' because i literally would never have wrote it if it wasn't for you all <3 :)

it was so fun writing the prof geto fic - it was super difficult for me to start because i was just coming off a horrible case of writer's block and i was just staring at the blank page for like a day lmao. but honestly once it started flowing it became easy and so fun to write :). i'm so excited to post part two!! i already have some scenes planned that i'm very eager to write. i'm so glad the dialogue came across well - i always worry that i fight with the border of unrealistic dialogue.

thank you for reading and for being so lovely as well as sending in this incredibly kind message :). i appreciate you guys so much - it means so much when you guys say you love my work - i honestly can't believe it sometimes.

okay after all of that, this part made me closer to crying - i always am concerned about how i come across haha - i don't want to sound boring or mean?? especially because i know tone doesn't come across well over text

you're so sweet - writing is really my passion - it always has been and once i get into a mood like this to write i basically don't wanna do anything else hahah. i'm so glad my content is consistently good - it makes me really happy because i sometimes wonder if my work varies in terms of quality but i'm so happy and grateful you think it doesn't.

thank you so much for being so incredibly kind and sending me this message and reading my work. i cannot express to you how much it means <3

#sab [asks]#sab [anons]#sab [praise]#this literally meant so much to me i had take a business day to respond hahahah #long post

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holden-caulfield · 3 years

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What If I Don't Want You To?

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REQUESTED: "Hii! I saw that you wanted people to leave kaz requests in your asks so here I am! Could you do a ff in wich the reader is a part of the crows and she's really sarcastic and flirty (similar to jesper) and she constantly flirts with kaz, (he acts like it doesn't affect him but he secretly loves it) and one day she does something especially bold that makes him blush madly and they finally admit their feelings for each other (also a lot of teasing of the crows to kaz pls) thank you so much!"

SUMMARY: reader loves to tease kaz but is scared once she realizes she might have gone too far.

WARNINGS: a mention of blood but nothing graphic

WORD COUNT: 1422

Kaz was the most closed-off person you knew. He never revealed anything, wether it was his feelings or the details of a new plan, and it enraged you. That's why you took it upon yourself to see just how far you could push him.

Flirting with Kaz Brekker wasn't an easy task, nor was it rewarding but it sure was fun. The crows loved to see which new technique you would have used and what effect it would have had on Kaz. It was usually a simple glare; a snarky comment when you were lucky. Bets were made on his reactions and you soon became a part of it.

"What are we thinking today, Y/n?" started Jesper while walking you down to the club, "I'm betting on a smirk."

"A smirk?!" you asked surprised, "I'm not even sure Kaz can smile..."

"He can, i've seen him once. I thought i was dreaming but when i pointed it out, he glared at me. I knew it was real when he whacked me with his cane." stated Jesper, shivering at the memory. You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics. "Why do you do it, by the way?"

You took a moment to answer, suddenly serious again.

Truth was that all the innocent flirty comments you made −comments that started out as nothing more than a pastime− soon changed something in you. They were becoming truthful, and seeing Kaz answer with nothing but a dismissive comment was not easy. Trying to evoke feelings in him, inadvertently awoke feelings in you. Feelings for your boss that you shouldn't have had.

"Do i need a reason? It's fun, why do you talk to yourself in the mirror when you think no one's watching?" you retorted, raising eyebrows in genuine question.

"First of all, you shouldn't have seen that. Second of all, you should try it, you'd feel much better afterwards." he said simply and you tried restraining the smile that inevitably made its way on your face.

You entered the club which was, as always, in full swing. Several people were already ordering at the bar all kinds of alcohol while many others were betting all their possessions at the tables. Only the dregs knew that the real bets were being placed under the tables.

"Ten that he doesn't say anything." you heard someone whispering.

You were the newest of the dregs and of the crows, but you had already earned yourself a reputation.

"Twenty that he finally kicks her out." another voice from somewhere in the club.

That one made you shiver. Would he really reach a point where he would fire you? You were a useful member, you wouldn't have made it into the crows if you weren't, but were you too much? Would he eventually get tired of you?

You walked over to your usual table with Jesper to meet Inej. Kaz wasn't there yet and you were really thinking of ending it there, no more flirting, no more jokes. This was your job, nothing else.

"What do you have for us, boss?" asked Jesper as he saw Kaz approaching.

He looked as he always does: black refined clothes clinging to him in an assortment of sharp edges, making him look even more direful to new merchants. He looked dashing the way a raging sea at night is; frightening, yet enticing. And that was wrong, you reminded yourself.

"It was a dead end." he said, sitting down.

He was in a gloomy mood, certainly for the news, and even though you knew you would have let down the whole club, you couldn't help but think of the comment you had heard moments ago.

"Twenty that he finally kicks her out."

You loved working and simply being with the crows and the possibility of being kicked out was positively frightening.

But you couldn't simply stop. Everyone would have noticed something was off, he would have noticed. And then what? He would have known you liked him.

You had to do something big, something he couldn't simply ignore. You might have been out of the dregs for good, or maybe not.

Jesper kicked your shin under the table, making you focus back on the real word and motioning at all the dregs in the club, looking expectantly at you.

Kaz and Inej were now talking about something you weren't quite getting, their voices seemed distant as you tried to forget about everyone's eyes on you. You had made it a thousand times already, you could do it once more.

"So, what are we going to do now?" asked Jesper and Kaz leaned back in his chair.

"I have some other leads we can try, but we'll have to split up." he started, the prospect of new kruge in his pockets making him incredibly more cheerful, "Jesper, Inej heard something about a particularly pricey painting in east stave, she'll bring you there and you'll learn more about it. And Y/n," he began and you perked up.

It was your moment to say something and get it over with.

"We'll go to west stave, i need your help with a lead there."

"Oh, you need me?" you said, your tone excessively teasing.

"That's what i said, but i can ask Inej." he replied drily.

You hesitated but you were not one to back down, especially not in front of one of Kaz's passive aggressive comments.

"But then you wouldn't get to stare at me longingly while i work, would you?" you said, pouting slightly.

You could have expected a retort, a glare, a not-so-nice hand gesture, but not him storming out of the club.

The entirety of the dregs was dumbfounded, Jesper and Inej, who never participated in the bets but still knew about them, were agape. You were mortified.

"Maybe," began Inej, "You should go talk to him."

"And meet my demise?" you asked.

"There must be a reason why he stormed out-"

"Yes, that he would have liked to kill me but blood stains are tough to remove." Jesper laughed but you were quite serious.

You got up either way, you had to explain yourself to him, you owed him at least that, and got out.

You found him not so far from the club's entrance, leaning on the railing over the river. You approached him unsurely.

"Kaz." he didn't turn around, so you got closer to the railing and noticed that his face, even in the night with the palest light of the street lamps, was scarlet. "I'm- i'm sorry, i will stop."

He remained silent.

"That is if you still want me in the crows, if not i'll leave tonight obviously." he turned to you, usually-perfect hair now slightly tousled, face still red and unreadable.

"Why wouldn't i?" he asked.

"I'm always teasing you and i figured you hated that. I will stop."

"What if i don't want you to?" your head perked up and he turned back towards the horizon, but a smirk crept up on his face. He didn't bother hiding it.

"So you can smile?" he rolled his eyes.

"I don't like it when people point out things i obviously do, you should have noticed back there."

Heat rushed to your face and the smile he had plastered onto his face turned into a complacent one.

"It was real? You stare at me longingly?" you asked bewildered.

He looked at you once before turning to the horizon once more, "Obviously not."

But you could sense he was lying.

"Told you he could smile, Y/n!" shouted Jesper from behind you.

You both turned around to find Jesper and Inej surrounded by the dregs and a couple of other clients too, all jostling to get a better look of the scene.

"It'll be hard for him not to, i'm afraid." joined in Inej and you bit your lip to refrain the laughter. Kaz's annoyed expression didn't help you maintaining a straight face.

"I'm not paying you to stand here doing nothing, get back inside." he ordered.

Everyone turned back inside but Jesper and Inej.

"Boss, if Y/n now gets double, just know i'm great at flirting too." stated Jesper as Kaz made his way back to the club, you in tow.

He ignored him and whacked him with his cane. Again. Jesper had now yet another lovely cane story to add to his collection.

"You'll never let him forget it, won't you?" you whispered. Jesper looked at you like a child who had just entered candy land.

"Never."

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kamidukki · 2 years

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[SPOILERS] TWST Ch. 6 Highlights

Again, beware of the SPOILERS!! Put under the cut just to be safe.

I finally finished reading everything after successfully clearing the Styx River game challenge. What a roller-coaster of emotion the entire chapter 6 is. Both funny instances and tearful moments are woven beautifully into the whole arc of Ignihyde, with some important information (and foreshadowings?) slipped here and there neatly.

What I found most surprising is the entire duration of the whole arc which takes 11 hours (more or less) on auto mode! For comparison, the prologue is about one hour and a half. Chapter 1 (Heartslabyul) and chapter 2 (Savannaclaw) take around 2 hours. Chapter 3 and 4 of Octavinelle and Scarabia accordingly are around 3 hours. Chapter 5 which features Pomefiore, 6 hours. Riddle's overblot seems tame now in comparison, lmao.

Some users have already posted spoilers here and on Twitter so I won't be going into too many details... Here are some moments I'd like to put commentary on:

the in-group 'fighting'. I thought they were going to be more level-headed given the urgency of the situation so I was a little taken aback by the tense atmosphere in the Leona-Jamil and Azul-Riddle combi. I reasoned it being the showcase of how different dorm works and thinks differently but still, it felt off until I knew the reason which I'll put in the next point.

The arguments between Jamil and Leona serve nicely for Jamil's character development. Due to Jamil's background, he's unconsciously looking down on others. He's constantly forced to put Kalim before himself all the time, believing that he himself is the more competent one to be a dorm leader (which is partially true in some aspects). He's used to hiding his own competency and taking care of others despite reluctance so that's what Jamil intended to do in this chapter, especially given Leona's background. What Jamil failed to realize is that between the two of them, he's definitely not the protector. Leona taught him a valuable lesson.

Azul-Riddle combi is also fighting... but ends up more in a comedic resolution than Leona-Jamil. The whole rivalry, after the misunderstanding is sorted out, between the duo is pure gold. I hope to see more of their interaction in the future. They're both completely different types of people yet work well when paired. Funniest moment: Azul kicks (?) Riddle and Riddle kicks Azul back later (which Azul complains since Riddle's wearing high heels). They're doing it to protect the other though. Heartwarming moments: Azul sleeps leaning on Riddle, both Azul and Riddle talk about each other's personal life/dreams/etc.

The Pomefiore trio's interaction is also another heartwarming part of this arc. We get to hear Vil and Rook's first meeting, though to be fair, the most surprising part is probably Rook dropping the bomb out of nowhere that he's a former Savanaclaw student. But it makes much more sense that he was, supporting the theory on how the students are sorted.

We get to see Vil's much much softer side on this arc. I'm surprised to see him as an old man though. I think we all do... Saw on Twitter that Vil's remark [Even so, I'm still the world's most beautiful] was from the previous chapter, said by Rook. That's a neat detail.

For all other details about Idia or Ortho, I'll refrain from posting for now. What can I say is that it is truly as beautiful as it is heartwrenching.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Tatsumi

Welcome back to mommy dearest writing for a character she doesn’t know. I present to you…..Adult Gumball from The Amazing World of Gumball

(I’m joking)

We are going for the mating cycle trope cause it never fails.

Breeding kink, of course, literal impregnation, poison le peepee, mommy kink, daddy kink, everybody a switch

This dude looks lactose intolerant

Left-right, up-down, and 2 sides of the same damn coin are the most accurate descriptions of Tatsumi. So in the end you never know what he’s truly thinking and perhaps that’s for the best. What never is hard to decipher is when his heat comes. The passive aggressiveness was forever present as you went about everyday tasks. His playful nature dwindled as time went by until you were too scared to even joke around with him. “Tats, your fur is a lot softer than normal, are you using a different shampoo?”

The bluenette grumbled as he glared down at a book that he was never even reading in the first place, “You know what’s in the bathroom so you know I’m not using anything different. You don’t blame his attitude one bit, he had told you that sharing his cycle was something precious to him and even though you were his girlfriend even platonically helping him through it was a big thing. This however didn’t mean he didn’t want to fuck you against the stove every time he saw you making some nasty ass quesadilla’s. That didn’t prevent him from dry humping everything in your shared bedroom to spread his scent around. Didn’t even stop him from dry humping you as soon as you came home.

“Tatsumi, I know your thing is like tomorrow, but you can’t stop me from enjoying my bath.” The blunette stood menacingly over your bathtub as you soaked. Your brown skin caressed by sparkling white bubbles as a creamy scent wafted from the water was almost like presenting a duck on a platter for Tatsumi. It was moments like these when he understood your hurt look when he said he didn’t want to share his heat with you. “I’m not stopping you, I’m just watching..” You rest your arm outside the bath, having a long staring contest with the man. “Your braids are getting wet.” You sighed before pulling out the stopper.

The next day his rut was in full sweep, you woke up this morning to him in the shower so you opted to make breakfast. By the time you finished and came to alert him, the bedroom door was locked and you could hear heavy grunts on the other side. “K Tats, just remember I’m here for you if you need anything.” You finished your breakfast alone and kicked a couple of grain bars underneath the door.

You walked back into the kitchen and groaned when you saw the corner of your kitchen floor bare from the lack of water. “He’s going to dehydrate himself at the the rate he is going at it.” Your skin prickled from the thought of going outside into the cool fall air with only a pair of shorts but nonetheless, you head out to visit the nearest Walmart, “We’ll need more food anyways.”

Inside the bedroom

The heat was unbearable, Tatsumi had shredded most of his clothes the moment he woke up. The naive would say that the heat in his groin would be the hardest part to deal with, but the physical warmth that had his skin visibly boiling made him want to claw his skin off where he stood. He rested his head against the bed, eyes closed with unbridled rage. All he wanted to do is let you inside this room and never let you out until he had fucked a baby in you. Alas, it was not a baby he wanted so that is why he made up the lie about how his rut was special to him. In reality, he had shared his cycle with many others, some friends, some colleagues, a commonplace whore would even due during this time of crisis.

The only difference between you and them is that they never saw the next day. The point of his cycle is to mate, and more importantly, if the mating isn’t successful his cum becomes poisonous to the person it was inserted in. Even Muroi would make jokes about how he has “deadly dick” much to his dismay. So even if him sharing his heat with you would be pleasurable and end it quicker, if you do not get pregnant, you will die and that was the only thing keeping him from leaving this room.

His ears twitched to pick up on where you were in the house, they twitched, twitched a little bit more. Where the hell were you? Shakily he stands, screwing his face up when his dick hit his stomach shamelessly. He creaked the door open, mumbling your name into the open air. No response, “Y/n where the hell are you?” Even though it was a dangerous chance to take, Tatsumi didn’t feel comfortable not feeling your presence somewhere throughout the house. He walked around the apartment growing angrier than when he left when he saw your keys were missing. “What the hell, she couldn’t at least stay to make sure I didn’t die?” Your absence hurt a little bit, but his prideful heart just turned any pain into horn-filled anger.

Meanwhile, your dumbass was looping around for the 3rd time to get samples of imitation crab on a saltine cracker. “Miss, this is your 4th time..” “What do you mean, I’ve never been here before?” You of course, as any good customer would, didn’t buy a single package of imitation crab nor cracker. You went home with your belly full and a car filled with water and packaged ham because Thanksgiving was 6 months away and you’ll be damned if you get caught having to buy 6 chickens to replace the turkey again.

When you get home you carried the ham in your arms while you kicked a water bottle pack into the kitchen. During your excruciating workout, you failed to notice that the bedroom door was wide open, and an overbearing warmth filled the home spreading Tatsumi’s anger pheromones that you couldn’t even smell to save your life. And your life was indeed endangered. “Tats do you need some more water!” You whistle throughout the house, tossing your keys on the couch before gaping at the wide-open door. “Tatsumi!?”

“I’m glad you knew well enough to wear damn near nothing when you came back.” Tatsumi looked completely worse for wear, eyes blown wide and blue hair tousled. “What the hell are you doing outside our room, aren’t you the one that wanted for us to stay away from each other?” “Mmhm.” Tatsumi was completely naked from the waist down. From the neck up his skin was flushed red and sweaty, "Yes that was the plan until you decided to leave. "

Tatsuya was in you in an instant, teeth clashing together when he kissed you, your hands rested on clammy skin slowing Tatsumi's process of undressing you. "I'm going to fuck you so well Y/n. Breed your pretty little pussy for all to see." The brazen words of affirmation made your movements stutter in the slightest bit. "If this dirty talk or are you serious?!"

Tatsumi's hands slap down on your ass, gripping the soft flesh in-between his fingers. "I've never been more serious, this is life and death. " Using his hold on your buttocks, he lifts you up with a slight heave before placing you on the two-way countertop. Buttons pop off your shorts hitting the floor as they’re ripped off. Your panties soon join as well, falling to the floor in a graceful heap. Goosebumps plagued your skin at the act of aggression. "So pretty and perfect for me. There isn't any doubt in my mind that this'll work."

You couldn't help but twitch at the praise, making Tatsumi laugh. Slender fingers rub your clit building your pleasure to make you slick. The soft treatment was stopped when Tatsumi pinched the nerve. "Play with yourself while I go get some lube." It seemed almost like a challenge for Tatsumi to pull away from you but he did nonetheless. You hurriedly remove your tank top leaving your black sports bra on, unwilling to wrestle with it. Carefully balancing on the edge of the counter, you resume torturing your clit until sweat begins to build on your own body.

"Tatsumi!" You stuttered, rolling your body enticingly when he came back into your line of sight. "You're so damn sexy." You grab his neck and pull him in between your legs wrapping them around him. "I want to make you feel good, baby come on." You reach in-between your legs, squeezing the tip is cock, biting your lip when it twitches in your hand. "You're so big Tat's, do you want me that badly?"

His hair was dripping with sweat and his face was dusted a pretty red color, one you longed to make bloom. "Fuck yes! I need to feel you squeeze around me, fuck I'm so desperate right now, I'll do anything!" You caress his face cooing as he thrust into your palm like a hormonal teenager. "You ain't got to do nothing for me but put your pretty little cock in me baby!" You take the lube from him and squeeze the cool liquid on his dick making it twitch even more.

Tatsumi gripped the counter with one hand while pumping his lubed cock with the other. "Fuck fuck fuck!" Without warning, Tatsumi cums from his hands, shooting the warm liquid on your pussy lips making the perfect contrast of black and white. This detail went straight to Tatsumi's dick. So while his cock continued to shoot cum he thrust forward till he bottomed out, stretching your pussy to the shape of him. "Tell me when I can move, if it's good, tell me when!"

Tatsumi was teary-eyed staring at the ceiling so he could refrain from moving and possibly hurting you. "You're so warm Y/n, feel so good, all stretched out for me." When you finally relaxed, you lowered your legs, pushing his hips deeper. "Come on daddy, you said you wanted to be me hmm?" Tatsumi caged you against the counter with both hands on the sides, dripping the fake tile as if his life depended on it.

"Oh, don't call that. You know how I feel about that." You planted in his ear, dead-set on dirty talking him to completion. "Oh, you don't feel like being daddy right now baby? You want to be my pretty lil boy?" Tatsumi nodded nibbling in your collarbone. You squeezed your eyes shut as his cock began to move faster.

"Oh, your-fuck! Such a good boy for mommy you know that? I couldn't ask for a better...a better!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Tatsumi pulled you off the counter, bouncing you on his cock while he stood. Tatsumi growled at the vibration your ass caused when it slammed down on his toned thighs. He was exerting himself in a display of primal strength. Your pussy clenched down on him as he held you still. Opting to jackhammer into your body, making you shake.

As ridiculous as you probably looked, the pleasure made up for it. "I'm going to fuck you so damn well, you're not leaving this damn house again!"

And leaving was something you could not do. You were fucked in all sorts of positions in all locations of the house. The only break you got was when you could shower and even that wasn't a break as Tatsumi soon joined you, and fucked you haphazardly against the shower wall. Both of you came in and out of consciousness throughout the days, only having enough time to eat and drink.

On the final day, Tatsumi was the one to wake first. His sleepy eyes blinked at the open window, the same window he made you deep throat him in front of hours ago. "Y/n?" His voice was scratchy and in desperate need of water as he held it gingerly. "Y/n?" You lay next to him, body partially covered in a white sheet that probably only sin if he were to guess from the scratch marks and bites littering both his and your backs.

Tatsumi’s heart raced at your stillness, time armed to slowdown as a shaking hand reached out for you flinching at your cold skin. "N-No!"

It didn't work, he had worked so hard to make it work and his efforts were fruitless. The bed shook with his sobs, he couldn't even look at your still form. What was he going to tell your family? Fuck that, how would he even be able to live with himself. "What do I do, oh God Y/n. I'm so sorry! I-"

"Dawg shut the FUCK UP!"

His crying was interrupted as he was hit full swing with his own pillow. Your almond eyes were swollen most likely from tears of overtime as you squinted at Tatsumi. Pointing an accusing finger at him. "You fucked me for 3 days straight, I deserve sleep. Now be quiet or go somewhere else!" With that, you turned back over, covering yourself with your sheet.

Despite your scolding, Tatsumi felt joy filling his being. When he quieted, he stiffens… if you were alive..that meant you were pregnant…… now how the hell is he supposed to break the news to you?

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moonstruckholland · 4 years

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Sober (t.h)

Word count: 1,918

Warnings: drinking, fluff, tiny bits of angst

A/N: The second oneshot for Cosmic Souls! I really hope y'all like this 💕 let me know what you think if you do and if you want, you can find the first oneshot in my masterlist 🥰 also, as always, shout out to the amazing @fangirlwithasweettooth for reading this over

It was obvious by the way you were dressed you hadn't originally planned on having Tom over.

Usually, you didn't care much for getting dressed up when you hung out with Tom at your place, opting for a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Not that he ever minded, he loved that you felt comfortable enough to be yourself around him.

Tonight though you had on a pretty floral dress that complimented your skin and more makeup than you usually cared to put on, pops of color and shimmer on your lids that added to the natural sparkle in your eyes.

Tom thought you looked beautiful.

Though, to be fair, there hadn't been a moment since he met you three years ago, in the music history class the both of you were forced to take, where he hadn't thought you looked absolutely stunning.

"So, what exactly happened tonight, love?" He looked up to where you were sitting next to him on the couch, hoping he didn't seem too eager to hear your answer, "You were pretty vague with the details over the phone."

"Fuck, Tommy, it was horrible," you took a sip of your cup, that was mostly filled with vodka, scrunching your nose as the liquid went down your throat, "I had a date tonight with that dude I was telling you about the other day, from my child and family development class."

Tom felt a pang in his chest as he remembered exactly who you were talking about, recalling how you fawned over him while the two of you were having lunch together, mentioning something about wanting to jump his bones.

He felt just as jealous then as he did now, wondering if you'd ever noticed the fact that he would literally do anything for you.

"Not only was he almost an hour late, didn't even bother to warn me, by the way," you rolled your eyes, bringing your cup to your lips again, "He wouldn't stop talking about his ex the whole time, but I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start from when he finally picked me up."

You continued on, taking large gulps of your drink as the details of the story got worse and worse.

Tom followed in your footsteps, drinking more from his cup than he had originally planned when you first handed it to him, each sip helping him refrain from blurting out what he actually wanted to say to you.

It was safe to say by the time you were done talking, the two of you were definitely tipsy.

It was safe to say by the time you were done talking, Tom was definitely buzzed. You on the other hand were on a completely different level, taking shots in between drinks, going harder than Tom had ever seen.

You had just finished your third cup, already working on your fourth one, while Tom had barely taken sips of his third one, figuring it'd be best if at least one of you slowed down.

"How do you manage to find the worst guys to go on dates with?"

You sighed, "I don't know, I just want one actually nice guy to want me, that's it."

'I want you,' is what Tom's thoughts were begging him to say. Instead he gave you a sympathetic smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "You'll have that some day, darling."

You leaned back on the couch, sadness overcoming your features, "I wish there were more guys like you, Tommy."

He barely had time to register your words, his head fuzzy from the alcohol, before you distracted him with an awkward cough, mumbling something about it being too warm.

"Maybe you should take that as a sign to take a break."

Just like that the sadness washed away, replaced with a wicked smile, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm only getting started."

Tom rolled his eyes, getting up from the couch with a groan and walking over to the fridge to get a couple of water bottles and the bag of chips on the kitchen counter, knowing you'd have the worst hangover if he didn't get some food and something non-alcoholic in your system.

He brought them over to you, handing you the bottle and putting the chips on your lap, "Eat something please, darling."

"Don't wanna eat," you shook your head stubbornly, "I wanna dance."

Before Tom could protest, you downed the rest of your cup before jumping up and grabbing his hand, pulling him up with you. "C'mon, dance with me, Tommy, please."

"But there's no music."

Tom expected you to do the easy thing and connect your phone to your Bluetooth speakers and play one of the dozens of playlists you had on Spotify, instead you caught him off guard by belting out the lyrics to What Makes You Beautiful.

He couldn't help the laughter that bursted from him as you started swaying and twirling while you sang.

It was totally ridiculous, but Tom found himself singing along with you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close so you could sway together.

After a while you stopped singing and put your head on his chest, making his heart hurt. He wished this was more than what it was, more than him comforting you after a bad date.

Tom tried not to dwell on his negative thoughts, deciding to just close his eyes, lay his head on top of yours, and enjoy having you close to him like this.

He got lost in you, the feeling of your hands in his and the way your body was pressed against him, so close he could smell the scent of your favorite perfume.

He'd been close to you so many times over the years, but something about this was inherently different, more intimate than you'd ever been before.

There was nothing he wanted more than to stay in this moment, in your embrace, for the rest of the night and honestly he would've if you hadn't somehow tripped over his feet, resulting in the two of you falling back onto the couch.

You landed on top of Tom, drunken giggles escaping your lips, "Are you okay?"

"I'm cutting you off for the night," he huffed, making you laugh even more as you attempted to apologize.

You rolled off of him after a moment, your chest rising rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. It took everything in him not to pull you back, his body aching for your warmth as soon as it was gone

"I think...it's time for bed."

"Good idea," Tom stood up, holding out his hand to help you do the same.

"Will you pretty please carry me? I have jelly legs."

Tom couldn't help rolling his eyes at you, "Jelly legs from what? You're the one that fell on me."

"Please?" You pouted, "Because you love me?"

'I really do.'

If he had wanted to, he would've put up a fight, but deep down he knew he would do anything you asked of him. You had him completely wrapped around your finger.

"Fine," he said, pretending to be annoyed, as if he hadn't already decided he would carry you the second you asked him to.

He hooked one arm underneath your legs, the other under your back, holding you close to his chest as he carried you to your bedroom.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Tommy," you said softly as he laid you down, pulling your blanket over you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'll always be here to take care of you."

'I'd do anything for you.'

He was about to leave your room and pass out on the couch, when you grabbed his arm, "Stay with me? Please?"

He nodded, wordlessly crawling under the covers beside you.

You turned over so you were facing him, your hands in between you, just barely touching Tom's, an unreadable expression on your features.

"What are you thinking about?"

You shook your head, "It's so dumb."

He gently nudged your leg with his, "Tell me, darling."

"I-fuck, okay," you looked down, suddenly very interested in the pattern on your blanket. "I swear there wasn't a moment tonight where I hadn't wished I was with you."

"After what you told me, I wish I was there too."

"No, Tommy, you don't get it," you chewed your lip nervously, looking everywhere but at him, "I don't just feel this way about this date, it's every date."

Your words weren't really clicking in Tom's head and he was starting to think the alcohol was having more of an effect on him than he originally thought.

"I want you to be the one to pick me up and take me to dinner. I want to hold your hand when we go to the movies," you voice got lower the more you talked and you shyly peeked up through your lashes to gauge Tom's reaction, "I want to kiss you and murmur how much I love you against your lips."

Tom's heart was beating hard against his chest, the sound so loud in his ears he could barely hear you.

He couldn't believe it. Were you really saying the words he's been wanting to hear since the day he met you?

If his head wasn't buzzing with a million different thoughts, he probably would've kissed you or at least said a few coherent sentences but all he could manage to blurt out was, "You love me?"

Something in you seemed to switch, your words stuttering and your eyes widening with shock as you realized exactly what you just said to Tom.

"Shit. I-I'm so drunk," you turned over, your back now facing him, "I, um, I'm tired. I need to go to sleep."

"Y/n-"

"No, Tom, it's okay. Please just Forget I said anything."

He laid there in complete silence, his eyes glued to your back as he contemplated what he should do, if he should say anything or do as you said and put tonight behind him.

'Don't be an idiot, tell her.'

"Y/n?"

You didn't say anything for a moment too long, making Tom's stomach clench. What if you were asleep and he missed his chance completely?

"Yeah, Tommy?" You said so quietly Tom could barely hear you.

"I love you too."

He felt like he was going to be sick as he waited for you to say something or just do anything to let him know you hadn't suddenly changed your mind.

Tom was starting to wonder if you heard him or maybe you just didn't care when you reached behind your back and grabbed his arm, pulling it towards you. You laced your fingers through his as you brought his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

He let out a breath of relief he hadn't realized he'd been holding before hesitantly scooting closer to you, closing up the little space between you.

Once again Tom found himself in a position he'd been a million times, wrapped up in you, but the air had changed and it was almost like it was the first time.

In the back of his mind he knew there was a chance you were only saying this because of the alcohol in your system, but he pushed the thought away, and nuzzled his face into your hair before closing his eyes, hoping you'd still mean what you said when the sun came up.

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♡ About Me ♡

💫 basics 💫

I like to go by Meia. I'm non-binary and use they/them pronouns. I'm bisexual and polyamorous. I'm 18, and sometimes I'll rb s3xu4l things- but its always tagged with #ero, and more explicit stuff with #explicit!

also, i have a carrd!

💫 mental health 💫

I have c-PTSD, depression, (generalized) anxiety, MaDD, hypersexuality, attachment and empathy issues, and homicidal urges. I don't want to go into detail about the sources of my issues but many of them are the product of childhood abuse + neglect, and long-term isolation.

💫 what 'type' of yandere am i? 💫

(disclaimer: this is all how i 'want' to act, i do not act on the majority of this.) I am very obsessive and clingy. If I love you you are always on my mind. Everything that reminds me of you is my favorite. I could devote my entire life to you and be happy. I'm always looking for ways to spend time with you and do things to make you happy. I'm typically fairly harmless, but i can be extremely protective. If someone hurt you i'd make them wish they'd never been born. I rarely kill quickly or painlessly. I'm very sadistic when it comes to the people I hate. I will let no-one get away with hurting the ones I love. i tend to do whatever it takes to have the one i love, especially if they wont cooperate or say they dont feel the same. i will try to change to become something you love but if that doesnt work then, well, i guess i'll have to take you by force. i need you. and besides, i love you more than anyone else ever could. its not like i'd hurt you ...unless you made me.

💫 darling 💫

i'm currently dating @wolf-who-rips-throats , who I'll refer to as wolfpup or puppy! They're very sweet, and also yandere! I'm not interested in any other relationships right now unless you're someone i know very well♡

however, there is someone else who i am and have been in love and obsessed with for many years, but they have recently broken up with me (which is was has triggered the spike in yandere tendencies and caused me to make this blog, in fact). on this blog i will refer to them as my love or my sunrise.

💫 disclaimer 💫

i do not condone abuse, harrassment, stalking, violence, or many of the other things discussed on this blog. i use this blog to vent these feelings so that it's easier to refrain from acting on harmful thoughts irl. yes, i'm in therapy. this blog is one of many coping mechanisms i use to keep from hurting anyone else. if you rb/msg/ask telling me to get help or other disrespectful stuff concerning how these feelings are unhealthy, you will be blocked. i know its unhealthy. that's why i express them like this instead of actually going out and kidnapping anyone.

#about #intro #yandere #yanderecore #yancore

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somnium vidisse se dicat in extremis orbis terrarum - 2

Chapter; 2 Rating; T+ WC; 2060 TWs; none this chapter Pairing; AddElsAin [transform] AU; modern/dreamsharing scifi Summary; Being the best in the industry had its perks. Herrscher’s name was known far and wide, work offers coming in left and right, extort this, extort that. But that still didn’t stop his boyfriend from getting too tangled up in one of his dreams and switching places with the shade in his head. The shade that he had offered to extort ages ago. Fuck, this is a mess. Notes; i have a joke lined up but fuck i cant use it yet because i havent made anyone say it yet

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Dox opened his eyes with a grunt. He had fallen asleep again, and judging by the harsh glare of the sun above, his shoulders would get sunburnt. He rolled over, throwing a hand over his eyes and lounging on the picnic blanket for a few more moments.

"Hello."

He damn near jumped out of his skin, not expecting anyone to be here with him. Scrambling, he sat up and looked over to Immo sitting on the other side of the blanket, cross legged. The picnic basket sat untouched next to him.

With another grunt, Dox smiled at him, wiping the crust from his eyes with the back of his hand. The other hand reached into his pocket, to find his phone and see whether they had to leave soon. Sure, the sun was hot and the air humid, but it still felt nice next to the trees.

Instead of his phone, his fingers curled around something small in his pocket. Frowning, he pulls it out.

It turned out to be a small figure of a cat, one of those toy lines that kids had been all over when he was in middle school. It was scuffed, scratched and with peeling paint in some spots, and with a crudely drawn bow on its head in sharpie. Immo had thought it would be a good prank, and got an earful and then the silent treatment for a whole week after Dox learned it was him who did it.

He’d been so mad, his only keepsake of mo—

Wait.

He looked at Immo again, and his smiling face was no longer there, in his place sitting Conwell, with all his wrinkles and heavy eyes. Dox breathed a small breath of relief. He was dreaming.

He stood up, patting the invisible dust off his jacket, and stepped onto the grass. It turned to ash and heavy, dark stone under his soles, bleeding through the rest of the grass. It turned back as soon as he lifted the foot, and bled away when he put it down again.

Okay, so the dream wasn’t the stablest, but it would do for now.

Looking down at his hand, he wondered how he could even think it wasn’t a dream. His fingers were too short, the skin softer than it had been in years. The weight of his long hair was gone from his scalp.

Aware of not being real, the dream shaped itself around them. Trees blended away, replaced by glowing neon cubes, merrily making their slow way around them. If touched, Dox knew they would feel soft and malleable. The grass turned from vibrant green to a dull, dark blue.

"That's more like it," Conwell said, looking up at the night sky. "I have not been in your dream in a long time. It is always a marvel."

Dox scoffed. "Well, that's good at least, because we'll be stuck here for a while." He never was the best dream architect. Sure, he could make a specific dreamscape if he put his mind to it, planned it out and all, but his dreams defaulted to this night plane with nothing but some cubes floating around. If they walked in a direction long enough, they’d find some broken down industrial complexes, but little more. The short glimpse at the beginning was all that was left of his original dreams, before Herrsch decided he was too dangerous to himself in dreamscapes with a shade in his head and offered to extract it.

He shook his head.

Not the time to delve so deep.

With a flick of a wrist, his phone materialized out of thin air. Looking at its screen made his head hurt, letters flying all over the place, illegible, but at the least the analog clock in the middle of the screen was always readable. It read 3:47 right now, but he knew if he looked at it in a second it could still say 3:47, or it could jump over to like 10:10.

Such was the flow of time in dreams, always unpredictable, always janky, even with his powers over it, powers that came in handy more often than he was comfortable with.

He trained his eyes onto Conwell, watchful over the shade as he started to manifest blades, sticking each into the soil in a neat line, adding a new element to the dream. Dox looked at the phone screen again. 2:13.

He hoped Herrsch would figure something out before this dream collapsed on itself.

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Crack.

Herrsch suppressed his wince at the loud noise. This had been the fourth time Queen had punched the wall. Two of those punches had left indents in the plaster, but he refrained from commenting. When his call connected to naught but a voicemail again, he felt the very same urge.

He'd already gotten ahold of Centurion and Sariel, and Shakti came along with Queen, though she had remained out of the way until now, only deeming it unbothersome to come and try to calm her wife down.

He racked his brain for a plan, pushing all budding symptoms of a panic attack to the back of his mind.

Dox and Conwell were in the first layer right now. It was unlikely Immo had dreamed himself past layer two. To achieve a switch like Queen explained (like Conwell told her), they'd need to dream themselves to layer three. When Immo awoke and got himself trapped, believing he was awake, they must've been bumped up to layer two, and Conwell then up to layer one, knowing they were asleep. He knows Immo. He wouldn't mistake layer one for reality, surely. And when Immo's body awoke for real, it had been Conwell inside it, finding himself on the surface.

Sure, it sounded logical and neat when he broke it down like that, but it did little to quell any of his feelings. He could repeat it aloud, but he knew exactly with which inflection Queen would tell him to go fuck himself. So he didn't.

The fact that Nova was not picking up his calls was only making his panic worse. They'd need a bigger team to try and do an extraction on such a situation. A skilled physician, knowing the dosages for each layer and how to alter them on the fly, a technician to keep watch, at the very least two skilled architects to anchor on layer one and two, more of them to alter Immo's dream just enough for him to realize he was dreaming. Maybe another one to anchor layer three, just in case. He could act as the extractor himself, Dox could be the layering watcher, but they'd still need more people, to make sure the dream didn't collapse.

God, they'd need at the very least ten people. But he didn't want to take any chances, this was Immo's mind on the line here, and he wasn't about to chance anything going wrong.

"Mm, hello?"

"Thank god, Centurion," he breathed, when the monotone beeping of his phone stopped. "Please, I need a favor."

"A favor? C'mon, buddy, do you really think I wouldn't help out? It's not like I'm gonna hold anything out for you, you know I don't mind—"

"Immo is trapped in a dream."

Centurion fell silent, his usual tirade of 'not doing favors. just helping out!' stopping in its tracks. "I… can be at your place in twenty, you can uh… tell me the details then," he said, when the silence started dragging on into the uncomfortable levels.

"I'd appreciate that. Thank you, Chung."

He didn't mention the casual slip of his real name, but he didn't drop the call either. "Want me to bring my ADSSU? Actually, nevermind, I'll— I'll bring what's needed."

Herrsch nodded, shook his head, slapped himself because this wasn't a damn video call, and said a quiet "Thank you."

And just like that, he was back to being redirected to voicemails, until his phone rang and he eagerly picked up, pressing it against his shoulder. His hands were too preoccupied opening the door for Centurion, who had managed a record time of under ten minutes to pack up and drive down.

"Nova? I've been trying to reach you forever, I need you to come over, Immo has—"

"Mr. Herrscher? Good afternoon, this is—"

Herrsch's face fell. Centurion shot him a knowing look and placed a hand onto his shoulder for but a moment. Enough to convey his own feelings. I'm here. We're going to do this, and do it right. Don't worry. "I'm a little preoccupied at the moment. If you need anything, send a message through the website."

He didn't wait for a response, just swiped the call away in favor of dialing Nova again. Nothing but voicemail, over and over. He was really starting to panic now.

Sure, he believed in himself, knew he could pull Immo out on his own, but his emotions were all over the place at the moment and not having a backup was simply asking for trouble and there weren't many extractors Herrsch worked with and trusted as much as Nova. The thought of screwing this up, of losing Immo forever was making bile rise to the back of his throat.

When the doorbell rang, he damn near jumped three feet in the air, scrambling not to drop his phone and open the door simultaneously. This time it was Sariel, with Morphy in tow, looking as if they both walked off the cover of a magazine. And maybe they had. It wasn't unusual for Morphy to enlist Sariel as her co-architect, to stabilize her dreams for public viewings.

"Fuck," Herrsch said, a wobbly smile lifting his lips. "Thank you. And thank you for bringing Morphy."

"No point losing two of our best at once," Sariel said, completely ignoring him and squeezing past, sauntering in like she owned the place. Morphy, on the other hand, wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him with strength that her thin arms betrayed.

"Sariel doesn't mean it like that," she promised. "It'll be okay."

He nodded. "I know. It's good to have you. You're a great architect."

There was a slight dusting of pink across her cheeks, and she puffed up like a peacock when she let him go. "Excuse you. I'm the best architect, thank you very much."

And though he felt nothing like laughing, a chuckle bubbled up from his throat, half-hysterical. "Of course. My apologies."

"Accepted. Now, where is your fridge? I'm parched."

He led Morphy to the kitchen, where he let her help herself to juice and rummage the pantry, and then he wasn't paying attention because another van parked itself next to Centurion's in their rapidly shrinking driveway. With his heart hammering, he was just in time to open the door and see Nova, just the sight of him making Herrsch's insides settle the barest amount.

"I thought—"

Nova held up his phone, showing off a notification for thirty-seven missed calls. God, Herrsch didn't even realize he'd called that many times. Fuck.

"Sariel called first. I was… too busy to pick up." He nodded his head at the van, and as if on cue, the other people inside spilled out, Iblis, Anular and Prime. Doing quick maths in his head, Herrsch realized they now had a viable team.

Unsure of what to say, he placed a hand onto Nova's prosthetic shoulder, hoping that he'd be able to read the gratitude on Herrsch's face. Nova pulled him into an actual hug instead; he'd lost track of how much physical contact he'd had today, already much more than the previous couple months combined, but he didn't care.

"No wallowing. Let's set up."

"Yes."

They piled in, Iblis' chatter background noise, only to find the rest of people, sans Centurion and Shakti, waiting in the living room. But now, with Laby sitting on the back of the couch and held in place by Twilight's hands securely on her ankles to prevent falls.

"Hi Herrsch!! Laby let herself in through the back!" she told him, a smile splitting her face, "I want to help! Pretty please?"

Herrsch could only nod, mind racing ninety in a fifty. He now had a team. A viable team. It was time to come up with a plan that wasn't a jumbled mess even in his own brain.

#elsword #addelsain #.elsword #.addelsain #.adssu

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Tu M’appartiens - Chapter 5 Part 1

But still, although Tessa was cursing Mats in the most spiteful of the way, Nicole read through the lines a truth that Tessa herself wasn't aware of. Her loathing against Mats gave the impression that it seemed more of an animal attraction, that she was in need of him, that she wanted to fuck him. Yes, Nicole had the perfect eye combined with the perfect brain in terms of body language, and concerning Tessa, it was an unquestionable topic, her body was craving on Mats.

Mats' presence had a bad impact on Tessa, at the view of him, she came to the saddest reality that her relaxing holiday came to an end. His stupid smile on his stupid face rose her tantrum a little bit more. When Tessa returned to the apartment, Nicole knew something was wrong based on the look on her friend's face expression. This one was amused at Tessa's reaction, laughing uncontrollably each time Tessa was repeating over and over again how Mats raised his hand at her.

Nicole's clumsiness to this situation gave Tessa a feeling that her bestie didn't care about her, especially about the hot point that Mats saw her boobs.

July 7, 2018

The big day finally arrived, Tessa turned 29, a new age for her. Life hasn't always been kind with her, but as the strong woman she was, she always kept her head steady and proved she had enough of maturity to take care of herself. Tessa developed a fierce maturity from a very young age, probably due to the divorce of her parents when she was still a child. She forged herself a strong personality and was never afraid to raise her voice to say what had to be said. Tessa was loved by everyone, first her dad and mom with whom she had a privileged strong bond, her friends, her coworkers and of course the BVB players that absolutely loved her. Never ever a player from the team disrespected her in any way or never proposed a friends with benefits relation, she was considered as their sister. But nevertheless this didn't refrain her from having a personal opinion on them, in fact she did find Sancho and Bürki really cute and attractive.

Nicole had been very evasive about the birthday party that she organized for her best friend. Only two hints were revealed, first Tessa had to be sexy and the second one was to make the most of it. As a smart girl, Tessa knew that everything seemed fishy, she felt something was on it's way and that it would be somehow of nasty. But to please Nicole, she decided to keep that feeling for herself.

"You look fine as hell bitch!" Nicole said as both her and Tessa accessed the elevator.

🔴⚫[Tessa's Outfit]⚫🔴

"You look fine as hell bitch!" Tessa shot back sarcastically.

"So where are we going?" Tessa asked curiously as her fingers typed her phone screen answering to the many birthday wishes via her Instagram.

"You'll see!" Nicole said as she pressed the 20th floor button on the elevator control pad.

"Ehm why is the elevator going up?" Tessa frowned her eyes curiously.

"Surprise!"

"I thought we were going out!"

"Why go out when the best is right in our hand!"

"Alright!" Tessa answered but mumbled [I feel I'm having a lot of fun!] Out of earshot to Nicole.

The elevator doors opened at the 20th floor, both stepped out when Nicole grabbed a red scarf out of her bag.

"Wow wow what are you doing!" Tessa made a step back when Nicole was about to roll the red silk scarf around her eyes.

"It's a surprise baby, do you trust me?"

"Ehm.. I guess so!" Tessa said as she felt a little tensed but nodded approving Nicole's move.

"Now relax, and keep walking, don't worry I'll guide your steps, you are not going to hit nothing!"

"Ok…" Tessa said, feeling a bit more at ease.

Girl, trust me, you'll thank me!" Nicole said as they entered a room.

"Nicole, what is going on?"

"There she is…" An unfamiliar female voice exclaimed.

As the red scarf was detached off Tessa's eyes, this one got speechless at the stunning set of red themed decorations. Masquerade masks, huge red sequins carefully wrapped around a huge table served with a delicious buffet. Fine wine and champagne, petits-fours, luxurious lobster and a wide variety of seafood, it all looked like one of these socialite private parties. Tessa examined each detail, but the gorgeous black and red birthday cake was too catchy to be unnoticeable. Everything was decorated based on Tessa's favorite red color. In the past Tessa always had amazing birthday parties, but this one was just on another level.

"My gosh, Nicole… it' s so perfect and beautiful, how… how did you do that!"

"I got some help in the name of this amazing girl, Amani!"

Tessa looked at the short woman, who looked absolutely stunning. As Tessa looked closer at the woman, her mind sent her flashbacks, enough to recall who she was the same woman with whom Mats was at the swimming pool.

"Oh gosh!" Tessa mumbled. "And who is Amani?" Tessa behaved foolishly.

"Oh, a friend… she's a sweet person!" Nicole said on a reassuring voice tone as she tapped on Tessa's shoulders.

"Happy Birthday sweetie, hope you like the decoration set, Nicole told me you were obsessed with the color red, so we based your little party on that!" Amani exclaimed excitedly.

"It's really beautiful, I can see you put a lot of devotion and of yourself, thank you, it's really perfect!" Tessa said in a sort of approval behavior.

"Don't he shock darling!" Amani said funnily..

"I'm so glad you like it, we know that you're not a big fan of big parties with a hundredth of people, private parties are way funnier and much more intimate, basically anything can happen without having to justify over certain things!" Amani spoke with a suave voice tone while she approached Nicole with a surprising behavior of her having her mouth locked with Nicole exchanging a passionate kiss. Tessa in shock had her mouth opened, in the unknown of how to react to this situation or of what to do or even what to say.

This was a new side of Nicole she found out and in the most of the explicit way.

"I'm… I…" Tessa baffled continuously with her eyes blinking several times.

"Tessa, you know me, I'm straight but sometimes crossing the line feels so good!"

"Nicole, I think I'll go back to our apartment room, you can stay here and have fun in my name!" Tessa spoke out foolishly.

"Yes, probably…" Tess was out of answers

She walked to the table where the food and drinks were displayed and served herself a glass of champagne that she gulped in one sip and filled up the empty glass immediately.

"No, you stay here, the fun hasn't even started yet, grab your glass, sit comfortably and relax!" Nicole guided Tessa to the living sofa.

"Are you girls dating or something similar to?"

"No, no, but from time to time when Nicole comes to Dubai, we get to have the best of the fun, we love to fuck!" Amani answered as she sat next to Tessa.

"Oh okay, I see, but yesterday, I saw you with Mats, at the swimming pool, you guys looked as a couple!" Tessa felt hungry to know further more about this sort of triangle couple or partner.

"Oh Mats, one of the greatest guy I know and probably the best lover ever, fuck with him for the first time and you'll get addicted to him!" Amani admitted with a sigh filled with lust.

"Gosh, why are every woman addicted to Mats!" Tessa said with an annoyed voice.

"She hates Mats, he's the enemy!" Nicole joked.

"What, you hate on him, oh girl, this is the worst mistake of your life, he's one charming man, treats women with the biggest of the respect and will make you go insane on him, and you're totally his type of girl, sexy, gorgeous and smart, and you're definitely my type as well!" Amani said as her eyes examined Tessa from head to toes.

"Oh my gosh, girls, can we just go out, I want to go dancing to a nightclub, I want to meet some handsome boys, I want to have real fun, get drunk and behave naughty." Tessa begged with puppy eyes.

"Why to go out when we have everything here!" Amani spoke with her eyes focussed at another direction, precisely behind Tessa. This one turned wanting to know what caught Amani's focus, for a second she thought she saw Mats Hummels, but it was from being a mirage, Mats was really there, standing beside Tessa.

"Tessa, so nice to see you again!" Mats had one of those charming smile, but Tessa had a different opinion about it. She had the look of a killer in her eyes, following his steps to the bar where he served himself a glass of red wine. Tessa's anger took hold of her entirely, she was literally boiling to a point that it became hard to contain herself. Inside she was yelling, spitting out her venom at Mats.

"Okay, tell me that this is a fucking joke?!" Tessa stood up from the sofa while she stared at Nicole with annoyance.

"Sweetie, calm down please!"

"How the fuck you want me to calm down when this fucker is here, smiling stupidly!" Tessa felt the tension rising so hard.

"Tessa, it's okay, it's your birthday, enjoy this moment please!" Amani tried to gain control of the situation while this one looked at Nicole for support.

"OMG, I can't believe it, you set me up, you set up all of this situation, Mats, the birthday, this place and everything, how could you do this to me!" Tears started to form in Tessa's eyes, not tears of sadness, but tears of rage.

"I didn't set you up darling, it was planned to have your birthday on a luxurious yacht but due to bad weather we had to find an alternative plan, and yes Mats is here because he is my friend and I thought that it was a perfect occasion for you guys to get to know each other!" Nicole shouted loudly enough.

"You know what, I never asked for all of this, I knew I should never have come here, wanna have fun, then just have fun, I'm out of this shit!" A flustered Tessa made her way out to the balcony, not even paying attention to Mats who did feel somehow bad for her.

"She's really mad Nicole, I think you should go and talk to her!" A concerned Mats said as he joined the two other girls.

"No, I have a better idea, she'll have a memorable birthday!" Amani said as she put a tiny white pill in Tessa's glass of champagne.

"Is that what I think it is?" Mats asked with a grin of satisfaction.

"Yes baby you got it, the most erotic natural drug that will make her change her mind radically!"

"Oh gosh, her wide side will take on her because believe me she is a savage!" Nicole laughed.

"Is she?" Mats frowned his eyes with curiosity.

"Oh Mats, you have no idea what you'll deal with!" Nicole winked an eye at him.

"Give me her glass, will bring it to her!" Nicole said.

#mats hummels #mats hummels fanfiction #football fanfiction #mats hummels tu m'appartiens

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leoninapelliolovesconchitawurst · 5 years

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ENGLISH TRANSLATION (by me)

WATSON.DE 22/10/19

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Conchita Wurst gets rid of ESC-art figure: "I was unhappy"

Five years ago, Austrian Tom Neuwirth won the Eurovision Song Contest as Conchita Wurst. But the role of the eccentric diva with beard and wig did not fill him in the long run. Now he returns as a new art figure "Wurst" - with electric and brand new, male appearance. With ‘Watson’ he spoke about rebellion, crisis of meaning, thinking in drawers and finding and seeking personal freedom.

Watson: Tom, we know you as a conchita with a wavy wig and a floor-length dress. Why did you choose to show the public a "Wurst" page that we did not know before?

Conchita Wurst: I felt the need to evolve. Before that I moved too long in the same world for my circumstances. And by that I mean that I locked myself into a set of rules that reduced me to a color of my being. And I call this color the "President's wife".

President's wife?

A president's wife has a certain protocol and can not do many things. And through this years-long reduction of myself, I became unhappy. I understood that I need a challenge, something new. For years I was in the songwriting camp and I thank my record company that I was able to find out to be completely talent free in songwriting (laughs). And then I thought: why don’t I just do the music that I hear privately? And I love electronic music, I love Robyn and Björk. I have found a great team for the new album that understands me, my story and my vision. And although I did not write or compose the songs myself, it has become so much more authentic than much of what I've done before. Or closer to my life.

Did you have any concerns about taking a new path or did you care less about the opinions of others?

When it suddenly became clear what the details should look like, how each mosaic fits into the other, I no longer had the feeling that I had to think about it. I was really very egocentric (laughs). Of course, I'm happy about everyone who likes my music. But I understand that I just have to do more things for myself. Because it's my life - and that's so beautiful. And my manager always says: Only then is it better than perfect. So I'll just do it and throw one dart at a time. We will see which one gets stuck.

Is there a song that has a lot of heart and soul?

I can not commit myself to one. Many songs deal with a specific time in my life. I deliberately refrained from explaining the meaning of each in detail. For the people who hear the music, I do not want to force a picture on them. It's like having read a book and then watching the movie. Then your own world is suddenly gone. That's why I hold myself back and do not say that's what it's about and the other's about that. Because once the child is born, it's not just me anymore and I accept that. But let's put it this way: Every song is intense.

What is the basic message of your songs, like the very striking "hit me"? Do not let anyone restrict you?

Absolutely. Nobody has the right to decide about your life. And that's the point. And yes, many messages are similar to those that were important to me five years ago. By now it may have become a bit more concrete and I am spreading it with more self-confidence.

Were you uncertain in places?

Everyone doubts. But I've stopped apologizing, in public and with my friends. With one caveat: I would apologize if I make mistakes, absolutely. And I do that too. But this album and this whole process has brought me so much closer to myself.

"I was in a situation where I realized I'm not feeling well anymore, I'm not enjoying what I'm doing."

And there is only one way out.

Which one did you choose?

I've worked hard with myself, started therapy, talked to my family and friends, and worked things that were years back and were never properly pronounced. And of course you do not just hear nice things.

And then to take that, to apologize, try to do better, but also to accept that you can not do everything well - that was very liberating.

In what way?

I always try my best - but in some ways I'm just a bit too brisk. And sometimes I'm just a bit too nice. And to realize that as a whole, has given me a whole new sense of security. Because I suddenly knew better where my range of motion lies - what am I sure of and what is not. And knowing that means incredible freedom and that helped me to be more confident. Not only in terms of the music, but also my appearance.

"I stopped wearing wigs, some said it was just marketing, so I just say, F ... you all, I'm still me."

And even if the name changes - at the end of the day it's always wurst (not important). Whether I am more feminine or masculine now, always this kind of thinking - I've stopped thinking about it.

An easy process?

Not at all. Because when I finished the album and it went to the videos, I have even operated drawer thinking. I was so anxious to be masculine. Now I think: There are no rules anymore.

What has changed since your first album five years ago - and what has remained the same?

Of course, the sound has changed and also that I am now much more personal stories in my songs. The fire remained the same. Or let's put it this way: the fire has come back.

Was the flame extinguished?

I knew as a child: I'm a star. I did not care if anyone wants to hear that. And then I lost this self-evidence, I was uncertain for a long time. Now I know again: I am a star. But that's the only thing I can do (laughs). So I focus on it. And to have such a clear positioning and to say: I love myself incredibly, I think I'm gorgeous, I'm funny, I'm talented - to be able to say, but at the same time to say - you are incredibly beautiful and it is so inspiring to listen to you. There is room for everything and everyone. I had to learn that first. This has nothing to do with arrogance, if you think yourself great. I find myself incredibly great - but I also find others incredibly great!

Did you arrive at the end of your journey to self-fulfillment?

No, that's not over yet. There are enough situations in which I manipulate myself and discover: I'm not myself, I'm not relaxed. But jealous, angry, impatient.

Are you pondering a lot?

No, but hello! I think I've improved, just living for the moment. Just after the song contest things came one after the other. And now just sitting here to tell you about me, I can enjoy that. I do not do anything better than talk about myself (laughs). But now I'm anchored here right now and have no stress at all. I could not have done that a few years ago.

What about your plans to film your autobiography?

Of course they are still standing. I also really want to do a musical. I mean, my story: The little boy from the mountains goes to the song contest with a wig - that's a story (laughs)! But the near future also brings a lot of great things. For example, I'm really looking forward to my performance on 2 November at "WUK" in Vienna. Only the cool kids are playing and I'm so happy to be allowed to perform with my band. I'm very curious what people say about "Wurst". And of course I am happy to go on tour again, also in Germany. And if all goes well, I'm still traveling a bit in Europe, that could be very exciting. And then comes a small TV show. So I have a lot to do.

Speaking of which, "Queen of Drag" will start on ProSieben on November 14th. Why did you want to be there?

These kind of requests came very early in my career. But the parameters never were for me. But in that case I could not refuse. I mean, Germany's biggest private station, Prime-Time, 8:15 pm. And the format will both entertain and touch. And I have never seen this range of entertainment, talent, humanity. We laughed and cried while filming. We had such a great time. And of course, I hope that's what the audience sees. And even if not - that was such a beautiful experience for me, nobody can take that from me.

What wishes do you have for you this year as Conchita, Wurst and Tom?

I wish I had at least as much fun as last year. I wish that I spend enough time with my family and friends and also have enough time with me. I want to be challenged and creative and just keep going like before. That would be great. No such bold wishes, or (laughs)?

Conchita or Tom? Wurst!

New album "Truth over Magnitude"

Tom Neuwirth released his debut album "Conchita" in 2015, which took first place in the Austrian album charts and was awarded Platinum. Also his second studio album "From Vienna With Love" achieved gold status in the release week. On October 25, the 30-year-old will be releasing an electric album for the first time with "Truth over Magnitude". From the 14th of November he will be looking for the "Queen of Drags" again as Conchita Wurst, alongside Heidi Klum and Bill Kaulitz on ProSieben.

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