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desceros · 4 months

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Please spare us some more papatello headcannons 🥹🥹🥹 (I bet Donnie is the type to show off his baby mommy)

yessss an excuse to think about papatello tysm anon-chan!!!!

as per usual this got long so i'm sticking it under a cut bc i am OUT. OF. CONTROL.

thinkin about the first day of school. you'd insisted that lavi attends bc it's good for her socialization ("why would she need to talk to other people? i never went to school!" "yeah, hon, and look how you turned out." "perfectly capable of normal conversation!!" "...you asked me to marry you via text." "well sue me for wanting to be sure i got it right when just the thought of it made me flustered!" <- then you're both embarrassed), but donnie's not too thrilled. the whole morning he's sulking, pouting behind your shoulder as you take all the cute photos of her first outfit, writing a 5k word essay to put in her lunchbox saying how much he loves her ("don. donnie. love of my life. she's four. she can barely read go dogs go." "best she practice, then."). it's actually the worst... up until you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and reminding him that hey. hey. the four year old isn't here. wink. wink wink. (...donnie very quickly begins to espouse the value of a formal education.)

hm. executive decision that lavi has a sweet tooth. she's particularly fond of fruits, and she likes to come up to donnie while he's working and hand him an orange so he can peel it for her. without fail, he stops what he's doing and helps, taking one slice and calling it a 'papa tax'. then, one day, she comes to you and asks if you'll show her how to peel it. you're thinking hm. showing some independence, that's probably a good thing, so you do. only to have to bite your fist when you watch as she goes into the lab and crawls into donnie's lap, peeling an orange, and then handing him half. (he ugly cries a lot that night when he tells you about it.)

once mikey's hair starts coming in, i suspect she'd like playing with it. she'd rope him into having spa nights where the three of you do all kinds of self-care stuff like facials, hair masks, that kind of thing. donnie plays it up like he's super jealous, but you see the way he burrows his face into lavi's hair for their nighttime hug and smiles when it's nice and soft, and then when he comes to you and threads his fingers through your hair, murmuring a compliment at its texture into your nape.

during your pregnancy, he's a nervous wreck. the whole pregnant with a turtle mutant situation is already a lot on his nerves, but then on top of that, you don't call out of work. ("i'm pregnant, don. pregnant people work all the time. it's normal." "i'd argue that being pregnant with a turtle mutant is quite far out of the bounds of normal.") i think... the first real, actually nasty fight you ever have with him might be then. maybe the only one, but it'd be explosive. him concerned that you'll be somewhere, pregnant with what some would call a monster, having been bred by a monster, and if something happens, he'll be in his lab working, helpless, away. you don't take kindly at all to him calling your child (nor himself) a monster, even out of the mouths of hypothetical strawmen, and that plus the way he's catastrophizing every little thing strains your relationship to its snapping point. i think maybe for a solid month or so, it's. it's a real test of how much you love him, and how much he trusts you.

i dunno if i've already WOG'd this but if i did, i'm changing it and this is the official WOG statement that lavi's first word is 'papa' and donnie is FOREVER smug about it (even though, joke's on him, you find it absolutely adorable and are zero percent mad about it)

oh. lavi loves pineapple on pizza. the first time she tries it and it becomes her favorite, you laugh at donnie's face for like, ten years. sometimes you'll just be in the bathroom, brushing your teeth to get ready for bed, and he'll hear you start giggling where he's lying down reading and waiting for you to come in, and he just. grits his teeth bc he knows what's got you going.

there's a baby shark-esque song in universe that has a turtle instead of a shark on one episode of mrs. cuddles, and lavi fucking loves it. it's the worst ear worm in the entire world, and the entire lair quickly lays a ban on ever reminding her it exists. this is ultimately a failure, partially bc she is her father's child and thus the most stubborn creature ever to exist, but also bc leo actually enjoys it and ends up humming it under his breath while he's walking around. raph gets a little twitchy whenever he hears it, but he's the second-most vulnerable to lavi's charms (the first, of course, being donnie) so whenever she asks, on it goes, with him stiff as a board as she sits on his shell and claps her hands in delight.

#ask tag #papatello #fragment tag #ive been thinkin about what her ninpo and stuff would be but i'm still chewing on that so. to be continued #tmnt #rise #donatello/reader

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miss-wanna-draw96 · 2 months

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Cotton and Peppermint || Chapter 3: Your Uniform

Cotton couldn't believe it. How did her ex-friend go from being serious and level-headed to being a shy, nervous wreck? First years passed the pair, smiled and greeted Peppermint. It made some sense for her to act like this, she never adored being the center of attention. But now, her fears were coming true and Cotton did nothing.

Cotton passed by a second year, and tapped her on the shoulder.

The younger girl with braided, glimmering hair that was decorated with stars and moons, whipped around and faced Cotton.

"Yes?" The star child asked.

"You are Star Drops, correct?"

Star Drops nodded her head. "I am. Why? Is something the matter, miss Candia?"

The white hair girl shook her head and replied to the shorter lady, "At the moment, no. I just need some help getting a proper uniform for our new student here, and word has it that you have a keen eye for designs if I'm not mistaken. Would you like to help me?"

Almost instantly, Star Drops stood up taller and said confidently, "Yes ma'am! I am ready to help you with whatever you need."

Cotton smiled at her, a gentle tone in her voice, "Thank you. I appreciate your time and help with this situation. Now please, lead us to the uniforms and dressing room." Star nodded her head once more and turned down a brightly lit hallway.

Peppermint didn't protest, nor say anything for that matter. She did as she was told and continued to hold the hand of her old friend, trying to feel the familiar warmth from years ago. She found nothing but harsh and rough hands. She didn't even recognize Cotton, especially since everything about her was different. When had she become a woman? Peppermint would never ask that. She feared the answer to her unasked question, and she wouldn't pry for it either, but instead she'll learn to accept the changes.

After a long trip and silence, the group made it to the spare uniform closet. Star Drops took out a small key card from her purse and slid it through a slot on the candy corn door. It flew open and the younger girl stepped inside, then announced.

"We're here, miss Candia!"

"Wonderful. Are you going to take proper measurements for miss Peppermint?"

"Of course! I'll make sure it reflects her sugar-core and her personality, you can count on me."

"I'm glad to hear that. However, I must adress a certain issue with this. Miss Peppermint is visually impaired so please always adress what you are doing."

Peppermint felt a shiver run down her spine, but she quickly shook it off. She was supposed to be the strong one, not the one who was weakened by emotions in that crime infested town.

"I can hear you, y'know? I'm not some helpless child that you have to baby. You were always like this." The bitter girl snapped, a sudden rush of anger flowing through her body and her sugar-core. Cotton didn't seem to be afraid of her sharp tongue, but Star Drops wasn't the biggest fan of it.

"Just do it Star Drops, and then we'll be on our way." Cotton forcefully smiled as she tightened the grip of her hand.

"On it."

Time passed, and Cotton wasn't even looking in Peppermint's direction. Her arms were crossed against her chest, and she stared at the clock. The girl always forgot how long the process took when creating a new uniform. Ever since the older girl's outburst, she stayed quiet. A couple of winces but nothing more.

Star Drops huffed and said angrily, "I need to fetch the red ribbon. I can't believe that I let it slip my mind." And like that, she walked out of the room.

Peppermint sighed heavily and mumbled something to herself, too quietly for Cotton to hear.

"Cotton, may I tell you something?" Peppermint asked, trying to gain her attention. Cotton only hummed a response and Peppermint continued. "You hold me accountable for something I couldn't even control, and now that I'm here, you act like I'm the bad guy. Like you're the victim. Well guess what? You are, and I'm sorry for waltzing back into your life to bring you more grief. And also, your hands are rough. You might want to put some moisturizer on."

#cotton and peppermint #original story #original characters #transgender #lesbian #lgbtq #wholesome love story

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attaant · 1 year

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who: atta & @hoppingseason

where: kit's office

Atta had never felt like more of a mess than she did right now. She had been a nervous wreck all day, but she'd pulled herself together with a smile just long enough to survive the important part of the party. Myles had gotten on one knee, slid a ring on her finger, and she'd smiled for the photos that came afterwards. As soon as she was done being ushered around on her now-fiancé's arm, though, Atta had found a half-empty bottle of champagne on one of the catering tables and made herself at home on the floor of Kit's upstairs bathroom. She'd known about this day coming for months now, but the sight of a diamond on her left hand and a publicly sealed fate had left her feeling more helpless than ever. The deal was done, and she was effectively tied to Colin Hopper forever.

Thankfully, Kit had come to check on her in her moment of weakness, giving her a much needed hug and offered to let her take another bottle of wine from his office when her champagne was finished. It was safe to say that the champagne hadn't lasted long at all, and Atta was already on her way to Kit's office, but only after an attempt to dry her tears in the mirror and pull herself together.

Her appearance only lasted as long as it took to see a familiar figure seated in the chair behind the desk. Tears welled in Atta's eyes, her boss and future brother-in-law the absolute last person she needed to see her cry. He looked up from his glass of whiskey to see a barefoot Atta, shoes and empty champagne bottle in hand. "Sorry, I--I didn't think there'd be anyone in here," she mumbled in apology, frozen in the entryway. "I just came in here for this bottle of wine Kit keeps behind his desk, he said I could have it," Atta explained, lifting her hand to wipe her cheek. "I'm sorry for all the chaos earlier, I had no idea it was coming, I swear."

#🍃 the ants pick the food; the ants keep the food; and the grasshoppers leave! ; threads #chat:hopper

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terry-perry · 2 years

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If you’re still taking joker requests, can you write a little something about how Arthur would react to his partner being threatened? Maybe someone is being verbally abusive towards his partner or maybe they’re a kidnapper trying to random with him?

P.S. You excited for Ms. Marvel?

Yeah, I'm always excited for any projects the MCU has to offer! I don't know much about Ms. Marvel, but I also didn't know anything about Moon Knight. And I ended up loving the hell out of that show. So let's see how things go with this one.

Also, TW: Mentions of assault and violent behavior as a reaction to the situation

You always these work events. They were nothing more than forced ways to get people to talk to each other. It hadn't been so bad this time. A few of your favorite coworkers were there as well as your boyfriend who practically begged to come.

He was so cute with how nervous he was meeting your work friends. He was even more of a wreck when it came to you introducing him to your boss. He really wanted to make a good impression. Because as much you disliked work parties, your job still meant the world to you. He didn't want to risk making a fool of himself and it extending to who you were as an employee.

Everyone seemed to like him, thankfully, and it was enough to make the rest of the evening bearable.

It was when you were about to leave when things took a turn.

You were already out of the building with Arthur and hailing a cab. That was when you realized you left your coat inside. You told Arthur and the cab driver to please wait so you could go up and get it.

What could've happened if you had just waited until Monday?

Your coworker, Todd, was one of the main reasons you hated going to these functions. On the clock, he was on mostly good behavior. Stuff like this though is what had him push boundaries. But you never thought he'd take things this far.

You figured it was the alcohol that fueled him to follow you into your office, the bastard. All you wanted was to get away and wash off what happened.

Right away, Arthur noticed your state and began to worry. You couldn't really hide what happened. You were in such a rush to leave that you didn't have time to fix yourself up. Your makeup was smeared from your tears and Todd's sloppy attempts to kiss you, your hair was practically undone from trying to fight him off, and the side of your face grew red from his hard slap.

It was enough to make Arthur panic.

"Oh my god, Y/N! What happened?!"

He gently took your face to take a better look at your state. You burst into tears once more as you shook your head. You just wanted to go home.

He pulled you into his arms as you sobbed. "Come on, sweetheart," he mumbled, kissing the top of your head.

He took off his jacket and draped it over your trembling form before leading you into the cab.

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You didn't tell him about what happened until you got home. You'd never seen him so mad. The silent rage he possessed was almost frightening. His face was contorted in anger, but he calmed down when he saw your poor state again. You clung onto him like you needed him to stay.

You did.

This was becoming too overwhelming for you, and you just didn't know how to handle it on your own.

So he stayed with you that night. He helped you into the bath to help clean you and calm your nerves. Although he'd normally join you, you were very out of it and he didn't want to set anything off. You wanted him with you in bed though so he could hold you. He gladly obliged, and you passed out in an instant.

Arthur, on the other hand, couldn't stop picturing the shattered look you had and the jackass who was the reason for it. He felt helpless and like he needed to do something.

Society gave up on him a long time ago, but there was no way he was letting this garbage city turn its back on you. You were his light that never needed to dim. Any risk of that happening must be put to a stop.

And that's why he needed to make Todd pay.

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Arthur remembered your journey to work from all the times he'd take you. On this particular day, he was waiting outside for the perfect time. You'd definitely be worried, seeing as he left before you woke up, but this needed to be done.

Arthur's eyes followed Todd exiting out of the building. With his hood up, he trailed him as he went to his car. The sun was beginning to set, with only a few other left in the nearby lot. In the state Arthur was in, he didn't care about witnesses.

He wanted blood. He went crazy the minute he saw the guy. He was ready to shoot him and worry about everything else later. But the minute your broken, angelic flashed into his mind again, he knew he needed to make Todd suffer as well as give him a message.

He walked over to him, barking out his name. He noticed the way he flinched but then looked smug realizing it was Arthur. He didn't see him as much of a threat, no doubt. Good. Let him be caught off guard.

The minute he was at reach, Arthur grabbed him by his hair and used all the adrenaline he had to smack him across the face with the end of his gun. Todd was a bloody pulp soon enough, with the others having already left out of fear for their own skins. Just like a citizen of Gotham to only worry about themselves.

Todd's cries were gurgling babbles as he became a heap on the ground. But Arthur wasn't done. He shoved the gun between his bloody, swelling lips. He wasn't planning on actually pulling the trigger, he just needed him to be scared for his life as he said what he did:

"Touch her again, and I'll be sure to kill you next time,"

#arthur fleck imagine #x reader #request #imagine #oneshot #drabble #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #joker x reader #joker arthur fleck #joker 2019 #joker #tw: violence #tw: assault

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the-missann · 3 months

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Instead of what I'm currently doing, this was my original project for this month, so I'll just post it as it was. Just know this isn't what I'm doing, but feel free to try it yourself if you want.

So, I'm starting this super early since I know myself very well, but at this particular moment (Jan 16) I'm extremely stressed out and feel like the world around me is imploding.

I won't get too much into it since no one cares, but I got an idea about the month of February since, guess what, I will be as single as I have always been this year too!

However, I do love romance and could be described as a helpless romantic. Because of this, I wanted to do something related to Valentine's day, but also to do for the whole month.

So I thought of this!

Showcasing Ship Dynamics

In this, I guess series, I'll be writing a short story for ship dynamics I love, that I see online, or maybe you guys can suggest to me.

That's right; if you think this is interesting, reply, reblog, all the good tumblr stuff and tell me some of your favorite ship dynamics. If I can actually get a good idea, I'll consider writing a story for it and share some of the love we might never experience, have experienced, or daydream about experiencing.

I don't actually have a favorite ship dynamic, because I just like love however it presents itself. Love is love in my book and all healthy forms of it are something I want to see more of!

So, if you're seeing this post, know it's because my lazy ass actually made more than five (realistically 20) stories and has a general idea about what I have left.

So, here's the starting list:

Anxious girl x Cheery Boy

Anxious Boy x Cheery Girl

The Scared Pair

Willing to try anything x Unsure and Cautious

Nerd x Normal

Professional x Unprofessional

Goofy x brooding

Innocent x The one with the bubble wrap

Sensual x Nervous Wreck

Monster x Human (and not in the sexualized way)

Flirt x The brick wall they're talking to

Aggressive x Passive

The Danger x Getting in Danger

Gentlemen x Gentlewoman

Curious x Knowledgeable

Cute x Mature

Famous x Not Famous

Suger Pill x Unstable

Poker Face x Poker Face

Competitive

Organized x Chaos

Country x City

Talks too much x Doesn't talk enough

(The classic) Black Cat x Golden Retriever

Spooky x Scared

Opposites don't attract (for future ref: I mean like Bushi and Cassie who are very much alike and almost closer than family.)

Love to Hate

Rule Bound x Delinquent

Childhood Lovers

And just to keep it inclusive, I'll be making the pairs random genders (unless specified or based on my own stories) because your sex or gender doesn't describe the kind of love you have.

I'll be using a random number generator to see the pronouns of each character and I'll go from there (fair warning however, I identify as a cis het woman, and though I have family members who are openly gay, I personally have not experienced anything else. So if something is a bit off, I will apologize in advance, but I'll try my hardest to represent everyone properly.)

I really want to do this, but knowing me, I'll either give up halfway or never even properly start, but... I will try my best to get this posted.

I hope everyone enjoys and knows that even if you're alone this Valentine's Day, I'm giving you love and I hope you can find people in your life who you can give your love too 💞

-Miss Ann 🍂

#creative writing #writing community #writing #writing side of tumblr #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writeblur #my writing #original story #valentines day #valentines ship dynamics #short series #series

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tksavvy · 6 months

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Rebel Cookie Headcanons

Notes: Tough Lee, Sneaky Ler

Tickle Notes: Pretty scary ler, but regarding his lee side...i don't think he's as tough as I envisioned him...

Bonus Notes: I adore this dood. I cannot get enough of him.

🍚Lee!Rebel headcanons🌙

-Get ready, because this is gonna be a LOT.

-I'd like to start this off by saying this controversial bit: don't tell anyone, but Rebel Cookie is extremely ticklish. On the tickle scale from one to ten he's like a 9. Please don't ask why.

-Basically, he only wants to be tickled by the people he trusts the most or is closest to, probably because he's ticklish af, and WILL claim he isn't sensitive, when he IS.

-When asked he just backs down nervously and randomly say "me? ticklish? you trickster, you know I'm not..." while being nervous and getting the hell out of there and knowing that he is deadlily ticklish and if anyone finds out he's f-ing doomed

"You know I'm not." -💙

*[C/N] approaches Rebel with wiggling fingers*

"Right? RIGHT?!" -💙

-Only Vagabond Cookie knows of this, and how he found out is that he made a bet with Rebel Cookie that he is ticklish after Rebel Cookie tickled him half-an-hour before, and then he squeezes Rebel's sides, earning a small squeal from him.

"Oh my God. I always knew it oh dear god." - 🧡

"NONONONONO-" -💙

-rebel told him to not tell anyone about it (it backfired. he "accidentally" told Kumiho and Werewolf)

"Vagabond, why?!" -💙

"Sorry, not sorry, but I clearly said no promises~" -🧡

*Rebel Cookie blushes uncontrollably, and Vagabond Cookie smiles at this and pokes Rebel Cookie's sides to make him blush even harder*

*MUFFLED SQUEAL*

-Switch, more of a ler than a lee.

-his worst spots are his neck, armpits and chest (bonus of they get some nuzzles)

-speaking of which...give dude's chest some nuzzles and he absolutely MELTS

-if you combine that with squeezing his sides, congratulations sir, you officially broke him! (especially if you're Vagabond and decide to straight up tease the dude, that just completely destroys him)

"GAHAHAHA!! [C/N] STAHAP THAT!! JUHUST QUIHIHIT IT AHALRERADY!! AHAHAHAHA--"

*nuzzles his chest*

"OHOHDEHEARGOHODSAHANYTHINGBUT--THAHATAHAHAH--"

-it is actually very difficult to tell whenether he is in a lee mood or not. if he's in a lee mood (rarely happens) he becomes a *bit* more clingy than he usually is. (he isn't very clingy, so strangely, it's not very noticeable)

-if he's in a ler mood, it's just his usual personality but more playful than usual (especially when near the person he wants to wreck AND he's usually more taunting than usual when he's in the mood)

-but back to Lee!Rebel. he literally CAN'T say the tword in front of someone without getting embarrased and/or flustered. That's why he replaces it with the word "sensitive".

-if told to say that he's ticklish while being tickled it will immediately set his boisterous, loud laughter an entire octave higher

-weaknesses: being teased (especially when Vagabond, especially especially when in his weak spots, especially especially especially when Vagabond is attacking the weak spots), gang tickles, raspberries (especially on his worst spots), mention of the tword, being told to say he is ticklish (which gets him even more flustered)

-basically, Rebel has an extreme weakness to Vagabond.

🍚Ler!Rebel headcanons🌙

-Remember when I said he was a switch? To remind you once again, dude is a ler-leaning switch. He's more active as a ler than a lee.

-Imagine this: you're Vagabond Cookie, peacefully lying down, as your armpits are exposed. You're slowly beginning to fall asleep, as you actually feel a tickle in your left armpit. You don't know who it is, and suddenly they become a lot more. You begin to flail around helpless, laughing as the mischevious mastermind behind this tickles you senseless. That's the ticklish might of Rebel Cookie for ya.

"Man, THIS is how sensitive you are?! I wonder what's going on? Oh, I get it! You're extremely sensitive!" *proceeds to do raspberries on your sides* -💙

-Okay so, first of all, be very careful, as he is very, very vengeful at times, and when he is in that mood, he WILL get you back.

"That's what happens to those who underestimate me! Oh, how the mighty have fallen~" -💙

-Also extremely sneaky towards his lees...like a shadow, but worse. Did I mention that even when he's a ler he tends to get really flustered when saying the tword?

"Ha! Take that! Looks like you're not so tough after all! Guess I can say Vagabond Cookie was right about you!" -💙

-You try and tickle him once, either he rolls up into a ball of embarrassment, or...he retaliates, tickle sneak attack!!

-tickled Vagabond once. regretted it enjoyed it.

-Absolutely adores when his lees melt. (especially Vagabond, because oh boy, is revenge sweet in the perfect moments-)

"Oh, you're so...pathetically cute, squirming like this~! Just look at how you're blushing! That shade of red!" -💙

-Knows exactly what to do to get someone melting right away. Teases are an extreme no for him, because he's far too nervous, unless he actually needs to. (unless unless that someone is Vagabond)

"Looks like I found a particularly sensitive spot in ya, [C/N]...and I think I'm exploring it for a bit, if you don't mind~" -💙

-When he finds a weak spot in his lee, he attacks it all out with no sign of mercy. This continues until he or the lee is tired.

-He's almost never in a lee or ler mood. Pretty much in a switch mood all the time.

-but back to Ler!Rebel, he is literally aiming on Vagabond Cookie in hopes of revenge and wrecks him once Vaggie is out of guard, example, when he's lying down or distracted, he shows up from the deepest of shadows, jumps on him, and tickles the living daylights out of him.

-ler tools: fingers, raspberries, slight!teasing

-In conclusion, be careful with him, for he is SPEED.

And that's all my drabble about him!

Who should I target next? Tell me here!

#cookieruntickle #tickle headcanons #rebel cookie #sfw twords

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halfmoondaze · 2 years

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Together Through Space and Time

This is the second part of Rose Tinted Memories, but it can also be read as a standalone.

As Jack sat there watching his wife dance with Zaza on the dancefloor with the other guests in attendance, he couldn't help but feel on top of the world. Because right now, he was the luckiest man alive.

With the help of a wedding planner, you and Jack were able to get all the tasks are done that come with planning a wedding, without the stress and anxiety.

Not that he was worried about himself, but more about Y/N. Because of her anxiety, he didn't want to put her in any kind of stressful situation, because he wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself. Even if that meant he had to be the one dealing with all that.

Due to past traumatic experiences in her childhood, Y/N found it almost impossible to be able to make decisions without putting everyone else's needs and feelings before hers. So, she was more than thankful for having Jack by her side.

From his side of the family, everyone was supportive of you and didn't make you feel like a burden for allowing Jack to take this big responsibility as they understood where you were coming from.

Now, from your side of the family…. well, that was another story. Your mom always tended to not voice her concerns, she would always make the unconscious decision to make you responsible for her needs to be met, without letting you know what she wants or needs. Which caused that later, she would let you know what bothered her making you feel helpless about not being able to do anything. So, Jack would make sure to give one of your maids of honors the task to make sure her needs were met so you didn’t have to think about that.

In terms of your father, he knew you didn’t have the best relationship with him, so he never tried to convince you to invite him. He also made sure that he wasn’t brought up in the conversation to avoid making you upset. And if a family member couldn’t help himself, anyone else would divert the conversation subject.

When the day arrived, he was a nervous wreck. He didn't understand his sudden lack of confidence, but he tried his best to hide it. He took one last look in the mirror before he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in"

"Mom" he as he hugged her.

"I can't believe this day is finally here, it feels like a dream"

"I knew this day will come; I could tell from the first time I met her that she was the one"

"How so?"

"For starters, you would always talk about her even when nobody asked, and she was one the first girl you brought home to meet the family in a long time”

He smiles to himself.

Then Urban abruptly opened the door.

“It’s time”

The intimate wedding ceremony was held in Jack’s hometown. In a rustic wedding venue with a contemporary design with 100 guests in attendance that included Y/N and Jack’s family members and closest friends.

The last time Jack felt this anxious was in the early stages of his career when he started performing for the first time. But it was more like an adrenaline rush. He couldn’t wait to see Y/N walk down the aisle.

Y/N was escorted down the aisle by her uncle. Her ensemble styled to perfection consisted of an Elle Saab wedding dress along with a long veil and her hair styled in a French Twist Updo.

It was a touching service where Jack and Y/N read the vows they wrote themselves. The wedding ceremony couldn’t be any perfect.

For the reception, everyone moved to the outdoor area of the wedding venue, where they danced all night.

As Jack was sitting at a table taking in everything that just happened, he was interrupted by YN walking up to him.

"May I have this dance?"

"You know I'm the one who should be asking that?"

"Yea, but someone was lost in his own thoughts, are you ok?"

"Of course, in fact, I couldn't be happier" he said as he smiled at her and joined her on the dancefloor.

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow one shot

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 3 years

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Kaz Brekker x fem! Reader - Talent

(Gif not mine)

A/n: So this shit randomly come up into my head... You know that scene in episode four of shadow and bone, where Inej and Jesper are showing off their talents? I was like we're going to add the reader into this one! Requests are open!

Warnings: It's short, fluff, languag, mentions of gore, trauma, mentions of abuse/sexual abuse, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: You need to get into the little palace and a talent you thought was useless may come into handy

All rights go to leigh Bardugo, you, netflix and James arthur! I just own the plot!

I silently watch Jesper do his performance, with Inej already done hers. He shots the card perfectly dead center and everyone gives a round of hoops and applause.

That card that was in Inej's mouth mind you.

Kaz's face is emotionless or more so to anyone but me, looks emotionless. There's this spark in his eyes that says he's enjoying this, but also a worry because he doesn't like that their being shown like caged animals at the zoo to show off.

I suppress a shiver that runs up my spine as I remember my childhood. When I was six I was sold to a very high end circus and it wasn't pretty.

Maybe, you would think that they would treat their employees better, but you would be wrong. They would beat you to so much that you looked purple, they would be beat for... Anything really. Sometimes their punishments were worse and they would sell you off to men for one to even a couple of nights.

I still have nightmares.

No one cared what you looked like, as long if you could your job then it was fine. Even if you looked like a freak with all the purple bruise's and hand marks across you everywhere, it would bring people in. The more people got brought in each performance the better.

I must have not hid my fear good enough, or Kaz can just read me better then anyone else can because a concerned look flash's across his face and he brush's his gloved hand against my own for a split second.

"What about you." The man comes over and points at me. I freeze. No, I could just gut you right on the spot how about that! My mind screams at me.

But there something else you could do.

Something that wouldn't come with bad memories, something that my mother and father used to do, something I thought was useless.

Till now.

"Do you have a piano?"

Kaz Pov!

Y/n sits down on the piano bench and shallows tightly like she's nervous and Kaz has no fucking idea what she's doing.

Honestly, Kaz could have been fine with just Inej and Jesper taking the performing path to the little palace but having Y/n go with them would be better, more operable.

But he had no idea what she was doing.

He knows about her past after a job gone wrong, that lead to a panic attack, and they slowly came together after that.

Slowly.

Y/n place's her shaking hands over the keys and she plays a bit of a beautiful intro but then...

She sings.

Laying in the silence

Waiting for the sirens

Her voice lifts into the air above the crowd, hanging like silhouettes in the air. Kaz nearly gasps at the sound of her voice. But he is not nearly quick enough to school his expression because wonder splays across it.

Signs, any signs I'm alive still

I don't wanna lose it

I'm not getting through this

Hey, should I pray? should I pray

To myself? To a saint?

To a savior who can

Her voice must have been one of the saints, and Kaz didn't believe in the saints. Not until now.

Unbreak the broken

Unsay these spoken words

Find hope in the hopeless

Pull me out of the train wreck

Y/n starts to belt her heart into the song and Kaz's breath catches in his throat. She had full control, if she told him to burn the world for her,

He would.

Unburn the ash's

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of the train wreck

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Pull me out, pull me out

Her eyes full of unshed tears connect with his as she sings the next verse. Watching her though, sing with such force and emotion he could feel the pull towards her stronger than ever before.

Underneath our bad blood

We still got a sanctum, home

Still a home, still a home here

It's not too late to build it back

'Cause a one-in-a-million chance

Is still a chance, still a chance

And I would take those odds.

The audience is flowing in tears, even Jesper and Inej have tears in their eyes. Kaz can only hide half of what he's feeling, pain and love course through him knowing exactly what Y/n meant. Tears are flowing freely from her eyes now as you go on with just as much strength and emotion that she started it with. If not more.

Unbreak the broken

Unsay these spoken words

Find hope in the hopeless

Pull me out of the train wreck

Unburn the ash's

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of the train wreck

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

His eyes find her's again and this time he can't bear to look away.c

Not when she looked like a saint.

She had some heist clothes on, her hair was flowing freely, and her bruised and cut up skin looked like satin. Not even all the stars in the world could compare to her eyes. Fuck. He shouldn't think of her like this, not while on a mission.

You can say what you like 'cause see, I would die for you

I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my Saint

Be my help, be a savior who can

Her voice was at her height now, it was powerful grabbing at her very being and putting it into lyrics. He wondered how such a beautiful creature like her had ever become a dangerous member of a gang. Helplessness was not something that Y/n was though, she was dangerous and everyone new it too.

Unbreak the broken

Unsay these reckless words (find hope in the hopeless)

Pull me out of the train wreck

Unburn the ashes

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of the train wreck

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Finishing the song the girl herself looks surprised at her abilities to seduce the occupants with her saint-like voice. Chuckling she smiles and the man shakes her hand very eagerly and talks to her for a few minutes before she walks over too him.

Kaz study the woman before him, the song seemed to free her in ways being dangerous never could. She looks up to him and he gives her a flash of a smile only she could catch. She experimentally takes his hand even if it was gloved. He rolls his eyes and lace their fingers together as they wait for Jesper and Inej.

So together they wait.

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

#six of crows #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #kaz fucking brekker #inej ghafa #x reader #jesper fahey #crooked kingdom #fanfiction #fanfic #one shot #lyrics #james arthur #leigh bardugo #shadow and bone #grishaverse

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stay-outta-my-blood-circle · 3 years

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Spare Eddie dadskin hc spare Eddie dadskin hc friend?

I'm assuming this means headcanons for Eddie as a father? xD Sure, I can spare some of those!

Dad!Eddie Gluskin

Extremely protective and overly involved, from the very moment his s/o tells him they're expecting. (Let's be real, he's been pretending it was already happening ever since his first, uh... genetic contribution. He'll be over the moon once his belief is confirmed.)

He's so vigilant it's annoying. You are hereby not allowed to be on your feet for more than a few minutes at a time, and god forbid you try to lift something. You're not even showing yet, you plead. He pretends he doesn't hear you.

Will try to police your food and drink, too, but will also relent on this if you pout, as long as your choices aren't bad for the baby. After all, he's got to keep you happy and comfortable to keep the baby healthy. (Just keep reminding him of that, he'll be wrapped around your finger. Will act like he's still in charge the entire time he's eating out of the palm of your hand.)

Very stressed during delivery. He realizes that a lot can go wrong that he has no way of controlling. It's been a long time since he felt so powerless, and it drags up bad memories. He'll be a nervous wreck by the time the baby arrives, but as soon as he holds it, he'll feel better.

What? You need it back? Good luck. He's too busy gazing down at its tiny face and thinking of all the terrible things he'd do to anyone who even thought about hurting it. Oh, and teaching it to ride a bike and stuff. That too.

He's more than happy to bottle-feed or rock it to sleep. He literally never wants to put the baby down, especially anywhere but into your arms. It's little and helpless and he's terrified. Please make the man sleep.

The kids will grow up under his supremely watchful eye. Any threats, potential or otherwise, will be dealt with swiftly and without mercy. (And out of sight of the children, of course.)

He likes to be the one to tuck the kids in; he sings, he reads stories, he snuggles. Sometimes he falls asleep in there too, and you get the bed to yourself until he drags himself in around 3 AM with a crook in his neck.

Makes clothes for them! Takes requests, no matter how outlandish! It's what she asked for, he shrugs, as you watch your daughter run around in an orange-with-blue-stripes overall/princess gown hybrid.

No amount of children is enough for him. Without fail, by the time one of your kids turns two, he's asking for another one.

#a lot of this ended up being about babies specifically #I just think his ability to be a good parent is highest with a baby #and decreases steadily as the kids get older #he'd be terrible with teenagers #Rune writes slashers #headcanons #eddie gluskin #outlast whistleblower

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y00ngz · 3 years

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triggered.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Love conquers all. But when does it not? OR that part when cheating happened and you’re supposedly hopelessly in love with each other.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, manipulation, yandere theme?, this is basically a toxic relationship :/ mention of guns and suicide/self-harm, JK is a nervous wreck, JK mocks OC, he was low-key mean, ANGST, NOONA kink, dirty talk, smut (groping, fingering, kissing, degradation?, rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, switch?), JK is very much whipped, both oc and him are really simps for each other

Words: 2.5k+

(A/N: Wahhh, this is my first writing. I’ve always said I’ll never write but all these Jungkook thoughts in my head are just about ready to burst and I thought I might as well share with you all. Please feel free to let me know what you think, and try to take it easy on me. I hope you guys enjoy! :))

He's on his knees in front of you. A man so broken, releasing uncontrollable sobs and tears freely running down his eyes. "Please, I'm so sorry," He started. "I swear to God, it was a mistake! I don't even know how it happened! Noona, I was drunk and we fought. And you were so far ... so far away. You shouldn't have yelled at me! I hated it! You were far and you yelled at me!"

He was blabbering now. Nervous as hell because he knew, he knew he fucked up. Infedility is something you both agreed that would be a final straw. You both love each other so much, always expressing and exchanging words of affection. Always reassuring that nothing, NOTHING will ever tear your relationship apart because whatever it is, you both will work it out because you love each other. You'll do anything for one another. EXCEPT of course, if one cheated, that's just it. Because there's just no way that things can go back to normal after laying with another person. After being intimate with another being who is neither you or Jungkook.

"Jungkook, you slept with another woman. You fucked her. You put your dick in her!" You cried. It's your turn to sob. Saying it out loud made you feel the pain ten times worst. Finally acknowledging the pain that you tried so hard to deny because you love him.

You were ready to forgive him. But hearing yourself say it reminded you of all the pain and misery you endured. That while he was away, fucking another woman, you were in your bed crying because of how much you miss him and wished that he was with you to reconcile a misunderstanding.

"I can't stay here tonight," you began. You opened the walk in closet and grabbed a suitcase. "Or tomorrow, or the day after that." You started snatching clothes, anything that looks like yours and blindly throwing them in the suitcase. Tears continue to involuntary leave your swollen eyes. You've been crying since you found out. You knew this was it. It was THIS bad when he sent you a text the next morning of your fight "Noona, I love you so much and I'm so sorry. I did something that I shouldn't have ... but I know you can forgive me. We'll overcome this." You knew it was bad because he came home that night when he was supposed to come not until 2 weeks from now.

And here you both are. Nothing but despair in the air. You love him. God, you love him but this one just hurts so much. You can't even look at him.

"Noona, no - no, no, what are you" he's stuttering his words. Can't even speak properly. "Noona, please! Stop! You can't leave ! We will work through this!" He's panicking and his words are shaking. He's trying to pry the clothes out of your hands, trying to unload whatever's already loaded in your suitcase. "Noona! No! Please ! You can't leave me. You can't leave like this! " he sounds so broken. Voice cracking from crying too much and his entire being is trembling, finally reaching his breaking point. He dropped to his knees, "Noona, I can't - I fucking-" he's shaking so bad, his eyes are so red and blood shot and fear fills his eyes. He looks so terrified. "Noona, I will fucking die. I will fucking die before you leave me! " he shouted, bloody screamed shouted and for the first time in your life you felt scared because he looks just about ready to do anything to keep you here.

He opened the the drawer of your night stand and pulled out a piece that you both agreed to have for protection. He aims it at his temple after cocking it and you hear the hammer part of the gun clicking, all he has to do is to pull the trigger and your heart dropped. You feel blood rush and leave your face. Now it's your turn to shake, now it's your turn to be scared.

"I love you so fucking much Noona. If you leave, I'll die. I would die before you leave me! I don't want want to live without you. I can't live without you. Is this what you fucking want?!" Words spitting out of his mouth in frantic.

You dropped everything in your hands and reached out, "Jungkook baby, give me the gun." You say softly and slowly. "No!" And he pushes the barrel deeper into his temple, his eyes scrunching, the veins on his neck are protruding. "I swear I'll fucking do it noona!"

"Jungkook, please! if you really love me, give me the gun! I love you!" Youre voice is raising and he can sense the panic and fear from it. "If I give you the gun, will you not leave?" He asks so softly, lips pouting and he's still crying. He never stopped.

"Jungkook, please I love you so much. Just give me the gun. If you die, Jungkook I don't know ... I won't know what to do without you." Everything that you're telling him is true, but at the same time, you'll say anything just for him to lower the weapon from his head and to hand it to you instead. And finally, thank fuck, he did. With a deep sigh followed by a sob, he moved the gun off of his head and handed you the piece. You took it, quickly locked it and unloaded the magazine.

Jungkook looks defeated on his knees, both of his hands are covering his face and he is violently trembling from his cries. He hears you walk up to him and he looks up before throwing himself at you. Hugging you, holding you, never letting go. "Noona, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry! Please, you have to forgive me! I can't live without you Noona. I love you!"

He kisses the skin on your chest that is revealed from the shirt you're wearing. He's groping you now, antsy hands that have been dying to touch you. He mouths your nipple through your shirt and you hissed. Followed by his hands groping both of your ass, using it to pull you more and against his mouth. "Jungkook, I don't think -" he won't let you finish that sentence so he kisses you instead. His tongue already invading yours, teeth biting your lips. He's so frantic, too needy, he feels. He needs to have you now. He thought he almost lost you.

He walks you backwards until your back hits the wall. “Baby... tell me you want me” he says in between kisses. His hands are reaching all over your body, fingers trembling as they climb down to your stomach. With his other hand, he pushes your hair to the side and mouths your neck. Whispering words of affection and empty praises, nonstop apologies. He bites your collarbone, both hands now roughly gripping your hips, groaning “Say you want me please, I need you.”

“Jungkook ... I want you” You whispered, finally giving in. Silent tears make their way to your eyelids, but you don’t miss the way Jungkook’s mouth lifted in a smirk; smiling at you so mockingly. He kisses his way up to your lips again, smothering you with his, licking your mouth open before taking your tongue with his. “Yeah? You want me baby.” It wasn’t a question but a statement. His hands traveling down to your body, reaching between your thighs and openly palming your mound over your panties. “I know you won’t leave baby, I can only make you feel like this.”

“Jungkook - I, “ You tried to push against him. His hands feel good on you. God, does it feel good but you didn’t feel this was appropriate. You’re still hurt. “Shh baby, it’s okay.” He grabs both of your hands, holding them with one hand while his other gently pets your pussy. He pushes your panties aside, hissing at the feel of your wet cunt, dripping. “You get this wet for me baby? And yet you were gonna leave me?” He laughs. His fingers parting your pussy to spread your juices all over. Rubbing your entrance, teasing it, before circling your clit. You moaned, your forehead dropping to his shoulder. “You like it when I’m angry is that it? Or is it when I cry and look helpless? You say things you don’t mean, you say you’ll leave me just so you can see me cry and get wet watching me. You’re a sick fuck, Noona.” He’s completely mocking you now, all the while petting your pussy and rubbing your clit. He finally inserts his finger in you, two at that, and you moan. Loud whimpers shamefully leaving your lips.

You shook your head, not knowing what to say back to him after his declarations. Again, he laughs amusedly. “Yes you are baby, you’re a sick fuck. You’re enjoying this as much as me. Hmm? Am I right, Noona?” You grabbed onto his hand that’s between your legs, he was expecting you to pull it free from your pussy but instead you urged him, to go faster, to go deeper. “Oh you want to cum baby? Hmm? You want to cum all over my fingers? Say please. Be a nice a Noona and say please.” He reaches deeper, fingers curling to hit that perfect spot that has your eyes rolling back, head thumping and hitting the wall. “Please, Jungkook. I want - I want to - please-ah” He kisses you hard and messily, sucking on your tongue, plundering your mouth. “Yeah baby, go ahead, cum for me baby. Yess, that’s it. That’s it.” You held on to him tightly, eyes opening wide staring at him. You bit your lips as you fall apart on his hand. Loud whimpers escaping your lips and you grab his other hand to bring it around your throat. His hand automatically wraps your neck with it, giving you another devilish smirk. You love this shit, he thinks. You’re so fucking perfect and beautiful.

His hand tightens around your neck before pulling his fingers out of you. His eyes are blown, high as hell from watching you orgasm while his hand holds your neck in captive. He notices your legs trembling, unable to stand yourself up from the aftermath of your orgasm. He hoists you up, lifting you in a cradle position as he makes his way to the bed. He lays you down, tugging your underwear down. He does the same, pulling his sweatpants down to his thighs. He’s not wearing any underwear so his cock springs free and you see and hear it slap his stomach. He’s so hard. He’s leaking and making a mess just by fingering you.

You lift your shirt up to display your breasts. He sees you lick your lips in anticipation and he wastes no time spreading your legs as far apart as you can. He gives his cock a few pumps before putting his pointer and middle fingers in his mouth, wetting it to rub it on the head of his cock, mixing it with his precum and spreading it around. The sight before you is marvelous. Jungkook fucks like no other. And you can’t wait to feel his apologies by fucking you into oblivion.

He lines his cock against your pussy. The fat head of his cock slowly making its way in. You hear him moaning, almost whimpering at the tight feel of your pussy on his dick. “So fucking tight, fuck Noona.” He pushes all the way in to the hilt, both of you sighing in unison from pleasure. He didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, he pulls all the way out only to fuck into you harder. He pushes your legs up, your knees touching your breast from how he’s folded you almost in half. And you brace yourself from the upcoming hammering of his cock in your pussy. He fucks you so hard, using his weight as he pounds into you. Pushing himself as deeper as he can. He’s grunting, moaning, biting his lips, “Is this what you want? You wanted me to fuck you like this? Hmm? Yeah, take it. Take it.” He’s knocking the air out from you each time he hammers into you, your mouth opens but no sounds come out, just airy breathy moans.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much Noona.” He reminded you. If his words felt empty to you, his cock will tell you otherwise. Then something in you snaps, you grabbed his face, holding his cheek with your hand while he drives in to you. “Did she feel as good as me?” You asked. His face almost fell, eyebrows furrowing, confused as to what you’re asking. “Was she as tight as me? Wet as me? “ You pinched his nipples and he let out a high pitch whine. His hips faltering, stuttering as he enters you. “Noona, I don’t-“ He’s at lost for words, head shaking because he can’t think of anything to say. “You can tell me, I want to know. Did you cum in her? Did she make you cum?” You pinched his nipples harder and he cried out. “Noooooo,” He whined out, “I didn’t cum. I couldn’t, Noona. It’s you, it’s only you.” You clutched the nape of his neck before pulling him to your lips, kissing him, loving him. Your imperfectly, perfect boy. “I only want your pussy, Noona. You get so wet for me and the way you squeeze my cock, fuck, I’ll cum just thinking about it.”

“Then cum. Cum inside me.” He growled before wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling you in deeper. He rubs your clit while he fucks you, “Not until you cum again, please cum on my cock Noona, I need to feel it.” He taps your little bud of nerves , gripping your waist with his other hand and using it as leverage to fuck yourself onto him deeper and harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, let me feel it Noona. Cum on my cock, let me see your pretty pussy cream my cock.” You feel that familiar knot loosening in your stomach at his words. He lets go of your waist and took captive of your neck once again, wrapping it tightly around your throat and you feel yourself fall all over again. The harder he squeeze, the tighter you get. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. That’s it. God damn, Noona, fuck – I’m – shit – I’m cumming! I’m cumming Noona” You feel him spurt his cum inside you, can feel him pulsating, and you’re dripping. From both yours and his orgasm.

He stays inside you, not pulling out and lays his entire weight on top of you. He pulls you in before rolling to his side, bringing you along with him. You’re laying face to face with each other. He tucks your hair behind your ear and you’re staring at the love of your life in front of you. He is so beautiful and you think he can’t be capable of anything to hurt you.

You feel the tears silently making their way to your eyes again, the overwhelming feeling of the need to have each other close, or the need to fuck each other, is gone. And now you’re face to face with the man who gave you the world and the man who broke your soul.

He pulls you in closer, your face tucked in his chest. All night, you both cried. No words were said. Just kisses and tears. What will happen now?

#bts #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkook au #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabble #jungkook angst #jungkook noona #jjk smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook yandere #jeon jungkook smut #jjk writing #my writing

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jaeqtstuff · 3 years

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― 𝑔𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊

words count: 1.7k

playlist: ghost by justin bieber (recommend to listen to it while reading, just to get the feels because im suck at angst lol)

pls note that english is not my first language. but i had fun writing this so i hope you too! xx

[10:15pm] after escaping the most boring blind date that your friend set you up with, you came across the usual late night bar that you used to go during your days with beomgyu. yeah, your famous ex among your peers.

everybody knows how in love, how insanely perfect the two of you were for a love story but that was during high school. college was a whole different story. it suddenly becomes so toxic that it drained both of you. waking up every morning was a burden to the point you can't even breath in each other presence. you didn't know what went wrong, neither did he but as years passed, it was all because of childish reason. the most hurtful thing about this one is, you knew it could be saved but you didn't do anything. and neither did he.

"whiskey on the rocks." you choose to sit far from others, wanting more privacy. the bartender seems to recognise you by the way his mouth formed a big smile as if he was welcoming a friend. you smiled back, nonetheless.

let's just call it off. it's better this way. i mean can you do this everyday? doesn't this itch you?

you shut you eyes close as you slowly savouring every drops of it. why does it taste bitter? it shouldn't taste like this. i should've just go home.

fucking sick of it. fucking sick of everything and just piss off. don't you get tired of me? honestly i am. so get lost from my fucking sight.

the more you sip, the bitter it got. you didn't enjoy it. maybe that's the reason why some people avoid old places but you were there, drinking alone in the most romantic set up you could ever imagine for a late night bar, the low dimmed lights and slow soul music playing in the background and not to mention all the couple around you. you hate it so much but you can't deny the obvious fact that you missed it. you miss how this place used to caress you with memories you still keep in the deepest part of your heart.

"do people still come over to sing?" you casually asked the bartender as he slips your second drink. you remember how beomgyu used to say that he will sing at the small stage and dedicate a song for you infront of everyone in the bar but he never did.

"well yes. in fact, we're preparing for one." he replied, with much excitement at you. you look passed your shoulders, eyes fixed to the small stage at the corner. they were getting ready with the mic and there was single stool with a guitar at the side.

"he's a good singer." the bartender commented as he was wiping all the utensils he had used just now with a clean cloth. "really?" you look away from the stage and bring your glass close to the mouth. without wasting much, you gulped down the rest of the drink in one go before taking out your purse to pay. you could hear the soft melody of guitar playing at the back but you were more focus with the text displayed on your home screen. "it's weekend. leave me the fuck alone." you hissed under your breath.

Youngblood thinks there's always tomorrow

I miss your touch on nights when I'm hollow

I know you crossed a bridge that I can't follow

Since the love that you left is all that I get

I want you to know that if I can't be close to you

I settle for the ghost of you

I miss you more than life

you shut the phone away and bring the card out to pay. you waited for the bartender to notice you but you were now interested with the song. your head unknowingly move with the beat, fingers tapping slowly on your bare legs. the lights on the stage were too dimmed and you couldn't see well who was the one singing but his voice was causing a whole war flashback in your head.

And if you can't be next to me

Your memory is ecstasy

I miss you more than life

you never knew a song could break you so much, not when you least expected it but the one singing was also not helping the situation any better. he was singing his heart out, as if he was the one writing the lyrics from some kind of painful experience he ever had in his life. anyone in the bar could say the same thing.

Youngblood thinks there's always tomorrow

I need more time but time can't be borrowed

I'd leave it all behind if I could follow

Since the love that you left is all that I get

I want you to know that if I can't be close to you

the more you listen, the more your heart ached. all these years, you thought you moved on from him. you can finally accept the fact that you can live without him by your side. in those years, it's a lie if you say you never thought of him during those drunken nights with your friends. but tonight was brutal. you could relate to the lyrics so much that you had trouble holding yourself back from any breakdown that would cost you every time you said you were good without him.

I'll settle for the ghost of you

I miss you more than life, yeah

you were never good.

And if you can't be next to me

Your memory is ecstasy (oh)

I miss you more than life

you were never calm after both of you called it off. you forced yourself to drink every night so that you can sleep without thinking of him but the terrible headaches every morning was torture. the moment you get up, he was all over in your head. you remember how you wanted to run back to him every night, tell him to forget all the bad pieces and just start new but by looking at the sight of it, it would make you throw up. you definitely knew it will make things worse.

you looked at the stage, still trying to see who was the one singing. heart still hurting but deep down, you were expecting something out of wicked love story. the tears building up in your eyes were not helping as your visions got blurry from the lyrics. blinking the tears away, you were nervous to look back to the stage again.

So if I can't get close to you

I'll settle for the ghost of you

But I miss you more than life

And if you can't be next to me

Your memory is ecstasy

you breathed in deeply, struggling to gain your composure. nonetheless, the shaky eyes went back to the stage where suddenly, the lights around the stage were slowly looking brighter. you could clearly see how he was playing the guitar effortlessly with his eyes closed. the expression on his face was tormentingly raw or maybe it was just your eyes telling the lies to the mind, telling you that he was also in much pain just like you were. one thing for sure, you eyes couldn't lie the one infront of you.

I miss you more than life

how can you forget his voice? you gasped for air, breathed in every sharp air you could get because you knew, the night will only get worse, will only wreck you even more than it did before. you could never get better from it.

the people around you start clapping, telling you that he was done singing on the stage. you could hear the soft giggle from the mic before the countless thank you from him. you carefully eyed him at the stage before taking out the cash from your purse, putting the card back inside. you couldn't be bothered about the points because the last thing you want was beomgyu seeing you in this helpless state. smudge eyeliner and mascara because of the tears and also the short lacy black dress you were wearing. it was too obvious.

so you left without looking back. and oh boy, the moment the cold air hit your face, you couldn't hold back the tears. no, you were weeping, sobbing, almost throwing up on the side road. walking to home will be hard but you were quick to stop a cab.

thank god the tears stop the moment you were in the cab. the warm seat kinda cool you down a bit but your heart was eager. you didn't stop there and pulled out the phone from your back. eventhough you didn't contact each other, you knew where to find him and in those nights like this, you always check on him. last time you did was two years ago and maybe it should just stay unchecked.

the moment it hits you, there i knew i am still holding on to the past just like how i always did. and perhaps it's because you are always there. not leaving me nor forget about me. i will just settle like this, holding on to that life i miss most. ― 15 minutes ago

wish you can stay longer so that this night would not be lonely again but it's not what i thought it is. i'm sorry. ― 2 minutes ago

you lost at the last words and now fighting your own mind, telling the cab to turn around but you couldn't get the words out from your mouth. you knew beomgyu saw you, he probably saw you in that bar. sitting alone at the furthest table from the rest. he probably saw how you were struggling in your seat, looking so pathetic in that dress.

he was right. beomgyu was right.

this night will only get lonelier. if only you stayed, maybe things could change but you knew, it can only work if both of you wanted it. he had his chance but he didn't use it. in between those tears, you laugh it off, thinking how stupid could you be with just simple words like 'i'm sorry', you were ready to throw yourself again to the deepest pit of hell with him.

choi beomgyu,

the only man who wreck you this much. the only man who can prove to you that there will be no other lover like him.

"choi beomgyu."

#choi beomgyu #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #beomgyu boyfriend #beomgyu txt #beomgyu #kang taehyun #heuningkai #tomorrow x tomorrow #txt timestamps #tomorrow x together #have fun #kpop imagines

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its-mellohi · 3 years

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Sleeping At Last as the Dream SMP Playlist

because i like combining my sources of comfort. Link Here

[the connections of each song and my interpretations under the cut]

PS. these are purely my interpretations of the songs and of the events-- feel free to disagree!!!

Mars: The First L'manburg War

We were full of life We could barely hold it in We were amateurs at war Strangers to suffering

Let the brokenness be felt 'Til you reach the other side There is goodness in the heart Of every broken man Who comes right up to the edge Of losing everything he has

Woodwork: The Rebuilding of L'manberg

All our love came out of the woodwork. All our strength came out of the woodwork. We only notice light When darkness crashes against it. We only notice light Deep in the woodwork.

It's a cruel, cruel trick How we find ourselves When we lose everything else. Like a train wreck, The sound of your breathing hits my ears. Our world reappears And it breaks us new.

Eight: Wilbur, Pogtopia (this one's a given obviously)

When I see fragile things, helpless things, broken things I see the familiar I was little, I was weak, I was perfect, too Now I'm a broken mirror

But I can't let you see all that I have to lose All I've lost in the fight to protect it I can't let you in, I swore never again I can't afford to let myself be blindsided

Heirloom: Fundy, from Wilbur

You are so much more than your father's son. You are so much more than what I've become. Long before you were born there was light Hidden deep in these young, unfamiliar eyes. A million choices, though little on their own, Become the heirloom of the heaviness you've known.

When the scale tipped, When you inherited A fight that you were born to lose. It's not your fault, No, it's not your fault, I put this heavy heart in you.

Neptune: Fundy in the aftermath

You let me set sail With cheap wood So I patched up Every leak that I could ’til the blame grew too heavy

Stitch by stitch, I tear apart If brokenness is a form of art I must be a poster child prodigy Thread by thread, I come apart If brokenness is a work of art Surely this must be my masterpiece

Pluto: Tommy, Pogtopia, Exile, Etc..

I've been worried all my life A nervous wreck most of the time I've always been afraid of heights Of falling backwards, falling backwards

One day I had enough Of this exercise of trust I leaned in and let it hurt Let my body feel the dirt When I break pattern, I break ground I rebuild when I break down I wake up more awake than I've ever been before

West: Clingyduo, Exile

Maps stretched out Too many miles to count Let's just say we're inches apart And even closer at heart And we'll be just fine

Another pin pushed in To remind us where we've been And every mile adds up And leaves a mark on us And sometimes our compass breaks And our steady true north fades We'll be just fine

We'll be just fine It's a matter of time 'Til our compass stands still

Earth : Technoblade & The Syndicate

Fault lines tremble underneath my glass house But I put it out of my mind Long enough to call it courage To live without a lifeline I bend the definition Of faith to exonerate my blind eye Till the sirens sound, I'm safe

Meanwhile, my family's taking shelter The sparks send the fire down the wire A countdown begins Until the dynamite gives in

The echo, as wide as the equator Travels through a world of built up anger Too late to pull itself together now

Five: Karl, time travel, the in-between, his memories

It feels like an out of body experience But something gets lost from a safe distance Now I can't put my mind to rest And I can't help but second guess Living behind this one-way mirror

Sorrow: Niki's character arc

It feels like falling It feels like rain Like losing my balance Again and again It once was so easy Breathe in, breathe out But at the foot of this mountain I only see clouds

Slowly, then all at once The dark clouds depart And the damage is done So pardon the dust While this all settles in With a broken heart Transformation begins

Mercury: Tubbo's character arc

No one can unring this bell Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new God knows, I am dissonance Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune

Yet I know, if I stepped aside Released the controls, you would open my eyes That somehow, all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life

Jupiter: Ranboo.

I wrote it down in the winter of 1610 Just a secret under lock and key until then While collecting the stars, I connected the dots

I don't know who I am, but now I know who I'm not I'm just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit Like a magnet it beckoned my metals toward it, toward it

North: Snowchester, the _ Live family

We will call this place our home The dirt in which our roots may grow Though the storms will push and pull We will call this place our home

We'll tell our stories on these walls Every year, measure how tall And just like a work of art We'll tell our stories on these walls

A little broken, a little new We are the impact and the glue Capable more than we know To call this fixer upper home

South: Sam's Character arc

If truth is north Then I am true south I can't figure it out God knows Always looking up 'Til my eyes give up That's how I lost touch Of who I am and who I was

Some truths are loyal As the shadows we lead Some truths are stubborn as gravity No matter what category you fit into Truth's got its sight set on you

Body: Closing.

No, I don't have a script for this But I know the right words exist Somewhere And I just need more time I know, I know, I'm asking for the moon But I must listen to intuition Believe me, I only want what's right

There's magic in our bones A north star in our soul That remembers our way home God, it's easy to forget There's magic in all of this

Enjoy :D

#Dream SMP #dsmp #dsmp playlist #ANYWAYS now that this is out of my system #goodnight!!!#characters included are:#tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #karl #awesamdude #ranboo #tubbo #niki nihachu #fundy #i hope my tags are ok tell me if anything should be added or removed x

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rinnysega · 2 years

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Maybe I'm just dumb and am missing something, but I still don't quite understand why Bruno blames himself so much/thinks he didn't try to save Gustavo (though, I guess with the latter, the trauma of it all could have blocked out that memory). Like, it all happened so fast, Bruno didn't even have time to share his vision with Gustavo before he turned and fell.

You're not dumb! It was a build up of small things that led to his trauma of thinking he caused the fall:

1. The first is being overwhelmed by strangers thinking he's evil. The refugees fleeing the poverty brought on by The Great War in 1916 brought with them new traumas Bruno had no idea how to handle. Up until this point, everyone who he gave a vision to was someone who watched him grow up and would ask him little things like will I be pretty or how many kids will I have. Now he's bombarded by complete strangers begging him to tell them about the fate of their loved ones left behind. They don't understand how his powers work, and when Bruno sees these horrible visions of their children being killed, they blame him. They're suffering too, and unfortunately, Bruno becomes their scapegoat to unleash their anger upon either passively like in the schoolyard rhyme or physically like when the woman assaulted him with rocks. It built up over the course of several months and without Alma letting him see his friends and give him breaks to heal and process his own feelings, they were manifesting into bad thoughts about himself. 2. Bruno was already in a deep emotional headspace the day of the accident. His only way to cope with everything going on was to write these fantasies of him and Gustavo because while he knew it was unhealthy to obsess over him, it was the only thing he had to bring him any type of comfort at the time. That being said, the last passage he wrote was angst. He didn't write about their love being perfect or being happy. He started to write out a tragedy where Gustavo didn't love him back.

3. That same moment Gustavo coming across him and they had a conversation was already messing with Bruno's mental state. His head was in several different places, but he was trying so hard to focus on having a good moment with him, but it was hard to keep it together when Gustavo asked to see his journal. And when he did what Gustavo does by teasing him and taking it from him, it caused a panic attack that went along with an involuntary vision, leaving him desperate and helpless and already at the brink of an emotional wreck where he couldn't tell if Gustavo was reading it or not. But he swears he did read it because of his silence. His mental state at the time was that bad things happen to him, and thus Gustavo was reading it because that would be a bad thing. 4. And you're right, it did happen so fast. When he got the vision, he hesitated to say what it was, and he only asked them to stop fighting even when he saw just how close Gustavo was to the edge. In his Confession scene, he confesses that he knew he would fall, but he didn't stop it because to Bruno, he was so certain that Gustavo read his journal, and he was close to a nervous breakdown to imagine the one thing he loved that brought him happiness after months of seclusion and trauma would be taken away by Gustavo’s disgust and hatred of him.

To him, this was his fault and he blames himself because despite constantly being compared to Pedro and being pressured to be a good Madrigal, he feels he's inadequate and a coward.

He feels if he had put aside his own fears and mental turmoil and just loved Gustavo no matter what the outcome of him reading his journal was, he would have done the right thing by telling him to come down from the edge. But he didn't, and now he lives with that severe guilt that maybe he does make bad things happen, and it sparks his superstitious nature as well as him growing up to have some messy ideas about what love is.

I hope that helps! When it comes to how Hernando and Paola remember that day, they were right, but like you said, the trauma of it all blocked his memory because Bruno feels he’s the villain in that situation, and his mental state reaffirms him of that.

Thank you for reading!!!

#encanto #bruno madrigal #gustavo pinheiro oc #bruno needs therapy #the precipice

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missamyrisa2 · 2 years

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You shared with us the magic wand challenge you took. Hows this for a challenge? You wearing that cute black outfit tied in a chair and your tickler is lightly tickling along your belt and running an index finger up and down your princess part . how long do you think youd last?

Mmmmh. Whyyy~<3 do you do this to me? I would be a complete wreck, let's start there. Being snugly tied and snuggled in a tickle outfit will already have me giggling, blushing, and chatting endlessly about how ridiculous it is that such things put me in this state so handedly. A smiling, cooing, knowing 'ler being right there all up in my tickle business is going to have me uselessly struggling to get away. But then you have to go and make it truly torturous with your single finger teases. By gosh~ is there anything more tauntingly teasing than a single wiggly wicked index finger drawing carefully along a highly tickle-able path? I will certainly be giggling. There will be gasping, and grasping at straws for ways to talk my way out of their intent to tickle. I might sing a song, I might gyrate my hips in a dance to confuse them. Of course, that won't stop anything not that I won't continue to try and maybe whip them with my flailing hair as I'm brought to helpless ticklish laughs~ You know that spot, that line being hugged by the belt is terrible~ you know it, and I know that's why you said it. So evil. I should never be so cavalier about my sensitivities, firing them off like its as pedestrian a topic as the weather right outside the window. The soft material hugging my skin, the hug of the belt makes this innumerable effect on my body. And then I have to make it ever so much more ridiculously torturous by having a fucking belt fetish. What a world! Do you know what it's like to have an accessory as a fetish? I can't look down without feeling that tingly fuzz in the back of my head. I can't consider how it feels without my brain scrambling itself raw. But most of all~ I can't not completely fall apart into blushing nervous giggles when someone touches it~ I suppose there's someone out in the universe who has I don't know, a ring fetish and they could relate. But this is the wiring which was fused into my soul, and in a grand twist of fate, it shares so much visceral surface area with my tickle fetish. They're both ignited by touching, both accelerated into dizzying heights by verbal teases & taunts. I have two ON switches that can so easily be flicked~ Which of course, brings us to the princess part. Ooh gosh. I love that I can wear something that doesn't hide it. I spent so many years avoiding the topic, or maybe just letting someone in an RP assume what was in there. But now it's out there, I've given it a cute name and for reason encased it in two layers of soft sensual material. Below my dress is a pair of lacy obnoxiously bright panties. The tight silk of the dress ensures the lace is snug. Which I mention all of because every single touch from a finger on that outline is going to tease me through two layers of tickly madness. And I'm already going to be a hotwired mess because you had to go and tickle me at the beltline! I will struggle and fight, and make less and less sense with every passing chattering moment, because my body is going to betray me~ it will give up my sensitive spots with ticklish reactions and moreover, it is going to be so utterly and pitifully aroused by the slightest effort of those fingers. Being made to ticklegasm fully clothed is such an outrageous idea, and yet one I dread and embrace every time I slip into a tickle outfit. In short time my giggles will surely become higher and nearly silent, it's as if all my energy is being drained away into the tickle sensations~ I certainly get so fuzzy and silly by this time~ tickle drunk, as some say~ will you be completely evil and not let me complete the challenge? Or will you make me tumble forward so that a post-gigglegasm torment may start?

Either way~ I doubt if I would last three minutes to such tickles. ~<3

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