#sometimes you just have to cry about the not fun parts of your brain
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freely ignore, this just the broken rambles of a burned out autistic. or maybe my fellow autistics can relate
I am just so tired of not being able to do…anything a normal person can do. or even what I could do a few year ago
I just wanted to work on my niffty doll, but I kept getting disoriented. I only managed to wrap her armature today, and I’ve been at this for a week
I just wanted to watch tv while I did it, but the tv was piercing and the flashing was too much
the light I had on to work on my doll with wore me down and felt too bright, even with my sunglasses
I had to put on my industrial earmuffs but they’re so tight and I can’t wear my sunglasses with it on
I tried to work on commissions, but the fan from my computer was too loud and the screen was too bright even on the lowest setting
my ipad is even too bright with the lights turned down but i don’t want to go to bed. i donkt want to do nothing
i’ll never get out of this burnout. I feel so broken. what happened to the artist that churned things out daily and the rper that was drawing icons like no tomorrow? what happened to when I could make a doll in a day? now I’m lucky if I can make my own dinner once a week
did I really lose everything that I am? I’m just. forever a sensory overloaded ball with severe chronic pain that I think might be elhers danlos (and not fibromyalgia), and able to do nothing but curl up in my sensory swing
I want my life back. im so tired. I’m so new to burnout, so new, only two years into this discovery of me. i don’t know what to do. I’ve lived with this my entire life without knowing anything other than just being different, odd, and quirky. and now I’m paying the price for masking.
please…does any fellow neurodivergents/autistics have advice?
#this is a bummer post….sorry#sometimes you just have to cry about the not fun parts of your brain#actually autistic#//vent#//negative#(salutations flesh skeletons | ooc)
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absolutely insane to me that cornelia street and death by a thousand cuts are on the same album as me hee heeeeee hoo hoo hooooooo
#like 90% of lover is insanely good and then you have me and yntcd#i am a yntcd slanderer sorry i dont like the song in general#but sorry fucking cruel summer???????? dbatc????? cornelia street?????? inthaf????????#while im here heres the rest of my opinions on lover i think london boy is cringe but it makes the song kinda fun if you turn your brain of#false god is pretty good but im ace so i skip it most of the time#iftye is eh#i like the man sometimes and other times its just eh#i forgot how much i actually like lover the song its really good#i dont listen to the archer often its too slow for me but its mostly good when i do listen to it#miss americana is good but less good than others#me......... no but its fun sometimes#me's main crime is having b*****n u**e on it#soon youll get better has a nice sounding guitar at the start and i hate that bc it makes me cry but i wanna hear the guitar (good song)#afterglow is good!!!!!!! so is daylight!!!!!!!! and ill fight anyone who hates inthaf#ithk is fun i like it#no opinion on paper rings#anyways thats it thanks for the impromptu lover review i just really wanted to say that about london boy#cringe but thats part of the fun#crunchyposts#ts#i liked me before i was a fan but now like. that was NOT her best work#me is literally right next to inthaf what happened
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18+ / mdi
content: dom!seungkwan, afab reader, smut, fingering, he's a lil mean, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 1382
a/n: im a strong believer in sub!kwan but i tried to do this req justice 🫡
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there was nothing seungkwan enjoyed more than waking up next to you. you were the prettiest, softest thing he'd ever seen, always making him swoon with your mere presence. the feeling of goosebumps forming on your skin every morning when he'd run his fingers through your bare back always had him sighing in relief at your presence in his life. you were the softest thing, and he loved you more than anything.
this is how you spent most of your mornings. he'd wake up before you, admiring how peaceful you looked in your slumber as he whispered little nothings into the quiet air of the room. nothing compared to the warmth you gave him every morning. waking up next to you was the most domestic thing he could think of, also being his favorite part of the day.
there were other times, however, in which much more sinister thoughts would take over his mind. he couldn't help himself. sometimes the softness of the scene would simply invade his brain, making him think of how pretty and delicate you were to him. how easy it was for him to play with you however he saw fit. how much he wanted to ruin you.
it's not like he was mean about it (well, at least not too mean) even when he wanted to be mean, he just couldn't. one look from your pretty eyes and he was giving you everything you wanted and more. however, that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with you before putting all focus on your pleasure.
that was kind of how this morning went.
it started when he had woken you without meaning to. he had grown too distracted by watching as you shuddered under his soft touch against your back. he hadn't noticed your breathing's rhythm had changed, indicating you had awoken from your slumber. you turned to face him, giving him that soft smile he loved to see. the same pretty smile he wanted so badly to replace with furrowed brows and an open mouth crying for him. it was mean and sinister, but he couldn't help himself. he adored you, but he also adored the way you'd react to his touch when he got a tad bit mean.
"kwannie ..." you spoke first, allowing your hand to caress his bare chest.
"hmm? yeah, baby?", he decided to pull you closer, running his hands up and down your bare back. it was all very soft and domestic, just like every other morning in which you had the privilege of waking up next to each other.
you didn't respond to him, instead choosing to close the gap between you and kiss him. it was innocent in nature, allowing him to softly sigh against your lips. it lasted very little, with you pulling away shortly after and simply staring into his eyes. he smiled at you, caressing your hair. he was slow and nice at first, allowing himself to enjoy the sweetness of holding you pliant and willing in his arms as you kissed. a few minutes later was when he began to want more, having to feel you fidget against him as you clearly wanted the same.
"hmm," he hummed against your lips, now repositioning himself in order to hover over you, "can i, baby?", his hands were sneaking south, fingertips gracing your panties. you nodded, holding in a whine as you gave him the green light to do whatever he wanted.
this was when he began to get a little mean. he played with your puffy cunt for a few minutes, disregarding any whines for more, tutting at you and scolding you for being so impatient. if be wanted to take his time with you, he would.
"baby, be good. you want me to make you feel good, don't you? yeah? so behave and i'll make it worth your while."
he was getting off on the sound of your pretty cries for him to please give you more, but he wanted to have a little more fun before he gave in.
his fingers entered you, while his thumb ran soft circles around your clit. he knew this wasn't enough, but he was in love with your gasps and whines for more. it was impossible for him to help himself in instigating your cries even more, even going as far as encompassing your pretty tits in his mouth, licking and sucking in a teasing way that would get you to increase the volume of your begging.
"you're so pretty, baby. cutest thing i've ever seen," he groaned against your tit. he was in love with how sweet you were for him, knowing he would only be able to keep his slow pace for so long until he broke and decided to finally fuck you.
"kwannie ... please ..."
"i know, baby. just need you to cum on my fingers first, yeah? i'll give you whatever you want after that, okay?", he coo'd at you, pouting at the blissed out expression on your face, brows furrowed as you looked into his eyes. you were the prettiest little thing he had ever had the pleasure of having. your beautiful eyes looking into his had him speeding up, unable to wait until he finally got your walls wrapped around him.
"cumming, baby? hmm? yeah, that's it. cum for me, you're such a good girl," holding back on his praise for you was out of the question. there was no way for him to not shower you with praise when you were so pretty and soft for him.
"y-yes, kwannie! please ... need you- need you to fuck me. please!"
as soon as you came, it was as if his lust took over him, as he couldnt stop himself from shoving his fingers into your mouth, groaning at the way you sucked the sweet juices out of them. he groaned at the depravity of the act, enamored by how obedient you were, doing anything he wanted without question. he felt a strong urge to reward you now, needing nothing more than to give you everything in him.
entering you was always an out of body experience. your pretty face as he bottomed out, your nails digging into his back, your legs wrapping around his waist. it was as if your body was on a mission to break him. everything you did and every sound you made had him rolling his eyes back.
"my beautiful girl ..." he panted against your lips, "you're the sweetest thing i've ever had. love you so much," he knew you couldn't respond, too blissed out by the pleasure he was giving you as he slowly slid in and out of you. he still loved talking you through it, though, adoring the way you tried to respond through unintelligible whines.
"k-kwannie ..."
"i know, baby, i know. feels so good, huh? are you gonna let me have it? gonna give it to me, baby?"
he was inciting you to cum, now rubbing your clit with his thumb as his hips sped up. he knew his end was near, wanting you to cum along with him. there was nothing he loved more than to cum with you. the insane pleasure of your walls tightening around him while he emptied himself out in the depth of your cunt was an indescribable type of pleasure. which was what he was experiencing right now.
you ran your nails down his back, repeatedly panting out his name while he whispered at you what a beautiful and gorgeous girl you were for him. you became weightless after your high, becoming limp under him as you tried to meet his kisses.
"baby? are you okay, princess?"
"mmm."
"need something better than that, love."
you breathed out before responding, "yeah, kwannie. just a little tired. help me clean up? please?"
"mm, of course. let me clean you up. gonna make you breakfast after, yeah? my beautiful girl. you were so good for me," he pecked you sweetly before getting up to get some wet wipes in order to help you clean up.
he took care of you after that, caressing you as you ate the breakfast he had brought you to bed. you two stayed together in bed for a while, showering each other with as much love as physically possible.
#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x reader#svt fanfic#seventeen#svt#svt x reader#seventeen imagine#seventeen oneshot#seventeen smut#svt smut#seventeen scenarios#svt scenarios#svt imagines#seungkwan fanfic#seungkwan smut#seungkwan x reader#seungkwan scenarios#seungkwan imagines
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As a person with sexual trauma I actually really Vibe with the Drow Scene at the Brothel with Astarion and I wanna talk about my own experience to show how I relate.
When I'm not the one initiating, all sexual or romantic or intimate contact gets immediately translated into assault by my brain. That means if my partner of 18 years gropes my boob in the morning with a tired, affectionate grab, I may get caught off guard and snap, accusing them of crossing boundaries or otherwise "over" reacting, wherein I have to back peddle as soon as I can back off and secure myself mentally and physically out of reach.
But. If I am in the mood, I will crawl all over my partner, I'll touch, I'll invite touch, everything from gentle to rough- unless I get triggered. If I get triggered, I'll shut down halfway through whatever is going on. Mentally, I'll find myself in an escapist fantasy that is also sexual, change the partner that I'm with or who I am in my head, but my body tends to go kind of numb, I tend to go kind of limp. However,
During these situations, it doesn't always mean I want my partner to stop. It's frustrating for me to have these reactions, but I can get really upset if my partner backs off when I want to see the act "through" even if I'm not "in it". And that becomes a discussion of consent, as well as a really complex mental gymnastics situation where my partner has to decide if they want to continue when I'm kinda checked out, and I have to decide if I want to continue too.
Sometimes if my partner decides to stop because I'm not having fun, I can get angry. At myself, at them. It's not rational, it's angry at "the situation" and not them. Maybe I want to see you finish, but maybe I'll cry afterward.
The point with the Drow and Astarion is he wanted to try,he promised he would dip out if he didn't want to see it through, and he dissociated midway and didn't dip out like he said he would. This is sooooo real. Sometimes I don't want to stop even when I feed Bad and it's going Bad. That's a WHOLE can of worms for sexual trauma survivors and I know some people will resonate with it.
Maybe it'll affect what choices he makes next time. Maybe he won't try an orgy again. Maybe he will, and maybe it'll go bad again, but maybe he wants to explore even when things go bad. Or maybe he will go celibate for two years and not even want your hand on his unclothed skin, but he still wants you to be with him.
I'm just saying it's messy. Sexual trauma is messy. The mental parts and the physical parts. It may make your partner unsure because you switch on a dime, you're unpredictable, some things you want wholeheartedly one moment set you off in the negative the next.
I'd love to see more exploration of how hard his journey with himself could be on Tav, honestly, because people are being SO CAREFUL in their writing with making sure they don't make a single "mistake" in supporting Astarion, and it's sooooo sweet but
Give me messy. Give me grey area. Give me hurt feelings and miscommunication and bad moods and meltdowns. It's realistic, and it's okay to write about these things. //Yes you can reblog this
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characters: haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, consensual somnophilia, rough sex, implied poly relationship, minimal prep, lots of cum
words: 1.4k
the haitani brothers have fallen into a bit of a habit as of late. a nasty habit, a naughty habit, and, to them, a natural habit.
or so they’ve told you.
it’s become a part of their morning and nightly routines, the perfect way to start and end their days—by fucking you awake, and fucking you to sleep.
they’ve got a sort of system going now, working in perfect sync just like they always do, falling into step with one another efficiently, effortlessly.
as to be expected.
despite his aversion to waking up, ran has taken the morning shift. he’s careful with it, cautious with it, rousing you slow and soft and sweet as he sinks his cock into you, breathing out an airy little sigh against the nape of your neck as he watches your cunt stretch and strain around his girth, as he finally bottoms out, cockhead pressed snug to your cervix and hips pressed flush to your ass, balls nudging you gently.
his favourite part will always be the way your face scrunches oh-so-cutely, features warped in pain—brow crinkled and nose crumpled—the moment he grinds himself into the sensitive mound of tissue, lazy and languid yet somehow still powerful and purposeful. his hips move in precise little gyrations, rubbing quick circles into your cervix until those stringy whines are oozing from your lips and soaking into your pillow, cheek still half-buried in the flesh.
those precious little sounds evolve into pitchy mewls and high moans, stammered by each hitch of your breath with each rub of his cock, climbing in volume and frequency as a dense pressure collects in the pit of your stomach, steadily pulling you further and further into consciousness.
ran presses his forehead to the crown of your head, rests it there and lets his eyes slip shut as he works into you, works to wake you up, gradual and gentle with shallow little thrusts, just enough to have the head of his cock dragging and rolling over that swollen spot buried deep within you—that spot he knows so well, that spot he relentlessly abuses with each and every sunrise, that spot that has you trembling and clenching and crying out his name as your cunt gushes slick all over him—so much, too much, and god, baby, you always make such a mess—sticky and slippery as it streams down his shaft and coats his thighs.
and it’s only after this, after he’s sure your orgasm has smashed through your unconsciousness and left you wide awake with pleasant mush for brains, that he will really fuck you just the way he likes to; swift, smooth strokes of his cock as his hips jackhammer that sometimes have you convulsing on him for a second time as he spills himself into you, a gasp of your name beautiful and breathless on his tongue.
it’s rare that ran will actually get up with you, usually falling back asleep a mere moment or two after he’s filled you with his cum, but him being awake was never the goal. as long as it has you rolling out of bed on wobbly legs and with dollops of ivory rolling down your inner thighs, he has succeeded.
resultantly, rindou has taken the night shift, though he doesn’t always come directly to bed even after he’s got your cream slathered all over his cock and your cunt stuffed full of his cum.
rindou isn’t really sure why his brother bothers with dressing you in such pretty little silk slips and lacy babydolls every evening, especially when he knows rindou’s just going to ruin them, stain them with cum or tear through them with overeager, too-strong fingers, but he lets ran have his fun with you anyway, waiting patiently as ran plays dolly.
but once you’re finally ready, teeth brushed and face washed and body outfitted in the cutest nightie money can buy (sans panties, of course), ran hands you off to his baby brother, often paired with an insouciant remark about being a little gentler this time—advice rindou never heeds, advice rindou accepts with equal apathy.
because as much as ran spews out those nonchalant reprimands and requests, they both love seeing you covered in rindou—all four of his fingers and his thumb, collaring your neck or cuffing your wrist or painted across your ass; all thirty-two of his teeth, engraved into your inner thighs or stamped right over your heart, deep and dark and congealed with blood.
besides, rindou argues, he has to be rough with you, has to fuck you hard and fast and so fucking ruthless—how else is he supposed to tire you out and get you to sleep?
he has to give you an orgasm so absolutely earth shattering that you need to pass out, to slip into full unconsciousness, to piece your world back together. he has to fuck you until your muscles are heavy and your bones have liquified under the immense pleasure, body turned to pliable putty so he can twist and curl and knot you into whatever position he pleases.
he has to fuck you until your words are nothing more that spit-soaked whines smeared across the sheets, until your lids are weighted with exhaustion and your lashes are bloated with tears, unable to stay open as your irises roll and reveal white, until your fingers go slack, cotton no longer tangled around your knuckles, grip loose and weak.
and then he has to fuck you some more, just for good measure, of course, sculpted muscles in his thighs flexing beneath smooth skin as his hips pound and plunge with such force the entire bedframe shudders, jostling your whole body up the mattress, your arms shaking as they try to keep you steady and still while pushing back against his snapping thrusts, his abs rippling with each thrust, his chest swelling with ragged breaths and hoarse groans.
it’s when your tongue is sloppy and your words are messy and melty and mangled together in a single matted stream that rindou knows you’re close—to cumming and to passing out—brain gone so adorably stupid with lust, only capable of stitching together a weeped out patchwork of rin-rin-rin; yes-yes-yes.
the head of his cock is assaulting that spot in perfect rhythm with your cute little chants, that spot that feels so good, rin, s’good, that spot he and his brother continually stain their names into in ivory and cream.
you’re teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when your orgasm hits with all the intensity of a freight train, sending you tumbling over that cliff with a cracked gasp of his name, body gone rigid for a moment as pleasure seizes your form, little sparks of electricity zipping through your veins, blood left bubbling in their wake.
then you’re mollifying, sinking into the bed as his desire melts you to nothing, malleable in his palms as he molds you into whatever he needs.
a calm, deep slumber has already enveloped you by the time his cock is pulsing, pumping you full of thick cum—so much cum, too much cum, always, seeping out from around his shaft to roll down your ass and his thighs in fat beads of pearl, streaking your skin with shimmering streams of translucence.
it’s so pretty, he’s breathing as he watches it with voracious pupils outlined in a thin ring of violet. you’re so pretty when you’re coated in him; his seed, his tongue, his touch, his teeth, stained across the canvas of your body.
and even though he knows you won’t remember it by the time the sun is rising and his brother is fucking his cock into you, rindou takes his time to clean you up—to wash your skin and smooth down your pretty nightgown and swathe you in fluffy comforters, petting sweaty hair back from your forehead and temples, sealing his actions with chaste kisses.
they’re not much, but he hopes they make up for some of the pain and soreness he’s stained into your body tonight—a soft, tender, silent thank you.
he isn’t as good at it all as ran is, isn’t as thorough and meticulous and careful, but he does it nonetheless, because he enjoys it, because you deserve it, because he likes to take a moment or two just to admire you, on his own, alone, in the dead of the night.
an angel. his angel. their angel. pretty and precious and perfect in every way.
they couldn’t ask for anything better.
#haitani ran x reader#haitani ran smut#haitani rindou x reader#haitani rindou smut#haitani brothers smut#bonten x reader#bonten x you#bonten smut#haitani ran x you#haitani rindou x you
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luxiem and noisy sex
hey guys sorry i was mia for a while you see it was because i was [DEAFENING EXPLOSION AND AFTERSHOCK FOLLOWED BY COLLAPSING DEBRIS, THUNDER CRASH, BICYCLE HORN SOUND EFFECTS]
tags: established relationship, gender neutral reader, smut, bottom/top or sub/dom not specified
⚠️ blow job mention in shu's entry
⚠️ mature content under read more. content under read more is not intended for minors
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
🖋 Ike Eveland
relatively quiet. ike doesn't make a racket often— it's more likely that he'll either tease you with dirty talk and come-ons
but once his brain gets too fucked out to stay coy, he's all shaky breaths and little whines
you can hear him quivering under his breath, as if getting caught would be a problem
which it very much isn't
invite him to get a little louder if you want an adorably flustered, adorably hard novelist. he'll feel so dirty if you do, but at the same time, he feels like making noise proves how much he trusts you
if you're noisy:
even though he doesn't make much noise, sex with you isn't complete without coaxing such sweet squeaks out of you
he takes it as a challenge, trying to figure out which part of your body is most sensitive by how loud you react
it makes him feel so sexy, and desirable, and powerful no matter what position he's in
prefers when you can't form words anymore, only helpless cries. oh, and if you actually do cry? god, he'll remember that forever
. . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
🦁 Luca Kaneshiro
brings a whole new definition to "loud in bed". like seriously, even if you've had noisy partners before, luca puts them all to shame without even trying
he reacts to almost everything, and it doesn't take him a lot to get there. sometimes you wonder if he's faking it, but no, he's just that aware of everything he feels
he starts out with exclamations, and somehow forms words all the way until the end of the night. the sentences stop making sense halfway through, and by the time he climaxes it's a miracle if he can even get through his words without tripping up
if you're noisy:
is he the luckiest guy in the universe or what? it feels great to have someone that gets what it's like to be loud
doesn't even care what you say or do as long as he can hear it. just being able to hear those noises has his engine revving
then again, when you're lips are pressed up to him and he can still hear the muffled sounds and your vibrating throat, he just wants to fuck until you both white out in the afterglow
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👟 Shu Yamino
shu doesn't take sex too seriously and just wants to have fun above all else, and you have to wonder if it's because he always laughs at least once when you sleep together
he's actually quite ticklish, and his moans sometimes end in giggles. they sound so sweet even though what you do under the covers is anything but
this is one of the few things he's actually insecure about. he's so worried that it might kill the mood or make his partner feel self conscious
don't take it personally. he whimpers plenty when he's not giggling, and the last thing he wants is a misunderstanding just because of how his body expresses pleasure
if you're noisy:
sometimes he wishes he could commit every one of your noises to memory. they're easily his favorite part of going down on you
he fantasizes about your voice getting excited often. if you're ever apart, he'd love to listen to you masturbate and call his name over the phone
hell, even hearing his name from your trembling lips has his cock throbbing, ready to fill that pretty mouth and give you something to really choke on
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👹 Vox Akuma
tends to make more guttural sounds. growls, hums, and purrs galore. vox doesn't even try to make them sound sultry, they're just so low and irresistible, as expected of the voice demon himself
but if you catch him off guard you might just make him squeak in surprise and satisfaction. he even stutters and trips over his words
which is something he gets embarrassed over, especially since all his other noises are still on the low end of the spectrum, but calling attention to it gets him even more aroused
great sex usually ends with high-pitched whimpers and gasps, and the best ones have him screaming as he orgasms
if you're noisy:
your noises make him so unbelievably horny, you have no idea. the second he realizes you're loud, he wants nothing more than to hear you all night
it's a huge ego boost and fuels him to keep pushing his limits. anything to keep you crying out for him
he'll goad you into responding to his dirty talk just so he can hear you whimper in-between your words
whether you want to be praised or degraded, he tries to mention your voice and noises as much as he can since it's all he can think about
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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi
#ike eveland x reader#luca kaneshiro x reader#shu yamino x reader#vox akuma x reader#ike eveland#luca kaneshiro#shu yamino#vox akuma#nijisanji x reader#luxiem x reader#luxiem#nijisanji en#ike eveland smut#luca kaneshiro smut#shu yamino smut#vox akuma smut#4402 writes#hot take: it's so fucking attractive whenever vox stutters over his words (non-parasocial)#fr tho i am so sorry my life is a whirlwind lately#and an even greater apology for... touching grass 😱 it'll happen more often#i wish i had more time for this blog! but this is the best i can do for now. more updates soon hopefully?#i say as if life won't throw me a curveball directly into my stomach ricocheting off my tactical gear and leaving a 4 inch radius bruise
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Catch a Tiger By The... (Patreon Exclusive Teaser)
pairing; kwon soonyoung x f reader
genre; smut (minors dni)
warnings; tiger hybrid!soonyoung, bunny hybrid!reader, dom!soonyoung, sub!reader, degrading, degrading names, pet names, mild toxic themes, unprotected sex, rut/pre-rut, knotting, breeding kink, talk of cubs, talk of different hybrid species not being able to produce, thigh riding, soonyoung can lift the reader, biting/marking, scratching, scenting, crying (sexual and not), aftercare mentioned, food mentioned, cameo of other hybrids (not in fic but other svt members), i think that is all but as usual anything glaring let me know –
w/c; 4.5k (1.3k this teaser)
a/n; a bit of fantasy fun -- thank you @onlyhuis for being the best and proofreading this for me.
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Soonyoung groans, pressing his face against the pillows, as he hears you moving around the house. He knew you were probably trying to be quiet but his ears were picking up every single step you were making.
Lifting his hand, Soonyoung pushes it through his hair at his ears, flattening them against his scalp. He felt like he was getting a headache. Maybe he was getting sick. Even your soft, cute humming that usually makes him smile was getting on his nerves today.
You were always an early riser. You liked to get started on your chores before Soonyoung got up and got ready for his day. Normally, you would hear his shower starting by now and soon you’d have his arms possessively around your waist as you tried to finish his breakfast. The mere thought makes your nose wrinkle and your floppy ears twitch in anticipation as you load the last of the laundry, humming to yourself.
Smacking the bed with a louder groan bordering on a growl, Soonyoung shoots a look towards the clock before glaring at the closed door. He knew he was being unreasonable but the part of his brain that made him calm and stable had apparently slept on the other side of the bed.
Making his way to the door with intention, Soonyoung pulls it open, feeling the hinge give at his strength as he makes a beeline for the kitchen, where your scent was drawing him closer. You weren’t paying attention but that was typical. You were a bunny hybrid after all, lost in your own little world until something dangerous caught your sensitive nose. The moment Soonyoung turns the corner, you freeze. His usual fresh orange scent was almost soured.
“Darling…”
You could hear the snarl in his tone, making you turn slower towards him than you would normally. Was he upset with you? The first thoughts that crossed your mind were going over everything that had happened in the past few hours. Have you done something wrong? You had laid out food for breakfast. Did he not want salmon for breakfast?
Soonyoung just lets his eyes move over your frame. He was having a wave of mixed emotions. He was annoyed because he remembered why he had come to the laundry room in the first place but just seeing you in your tiny sleep shorts and his shirt hanging off your shoulder was making him salivate. No, he had to keep his wits about him. He had schedules to get to.
“Could you fucking keep it down? I was sleeping, but you are just..."
Your brows furrow as Soonyoung curses at you and mocks your humming, moving his body around like you usually did as you worked around the house. He could be a bit harsh sometimes to others but usually not to you without reason. You didn’t think you had been loud; in fact, you had been humming under your breath. Tears start to line the rims of your eyes but you will them back as you pout and nod.
“Sorry, Soonie… I’ll stay quieter. You can go back to bed.”
Sighing and seeing the tears in your eyes, Soonyoung gets hit with guilt that only makes him more angry. He was being completely irrational but that only makes him lash out more, waving his hand towards you as he scoffs.
"I—why are you crying? Fuck, clearly, I’m not going back to bed. I have to shower. I have to work.”
Soonyoung felt sweat running along the back of his neck towards his back. He needed to get into the shower; this felt like a fever. Watching you for a moment longer, Soonyoung groans when you stay quiet, your meek behavior making him feel worse as you all but curl into yourself at his words.
Shaking his head, Soonyoung grumbles under his breath, lifting his hand to run it along his neck as you watch him walk away. Your eyes watch sweat run along the tattooed tiger stripes stretching along the length of his back. Furrowing your brows, you feel the first of your tears fall over your cheeks as Soonyoung turns the corner out of your view, leaving you to take a breath of his sour orange scent.
Wiping his hand across the mirror, Soonyoung takes a breath, able to feel how much clearer his head is. He could feel how much the shower had helped the feverish feeling deplenish. His headache was nothing more than a dull ache behind his eyes now.
With his towel around his waist, Soonyoung thinks back to the moments before and how harsh he had been to you. He could smell how your scent had soured. He hated that your usual spicy cinnamon scent was taking on a sickly sweet smell in his nose. Not only that but even after he had yelled at you that it hadn’t stopped you from doing things for him, one more sniff of the air told Soonyoung that his breakfast was waiting on him.
Opening the door to the bedroom, Soonyoung’s eyes move over you as you lay on the bed, legs pulled up towards your stomach. He could see the pout on your pretty lips, even from the bathroom door. What had made him annoyed before now was breaking his heart.
“Breakfast smells good, Bun.”
A small hum is all you offer Soonyoung to let him know you knew he was in the room and that you had heard his words. Pursing his lips, the tiger hybrid nods, taking his towel from his hips, grabbing his underwear, pulling them up, and occasionally glancing at you. Normally, you liked to watch him get dressed as much as you liked to watch him undress but today, after the words he had said, you just looked at your phone, lazily scrolling.
“I—uh…I have a shoot with that one magazine. Artistaire, the one you like so much.”
Soonyoung watches you nod, your brows raising as you sigh, turning only to pull your pillow down towards your head so you can nuzzle into it. The action causes Soonyoung to pause midway, putting his pants on as he looks at you fondly. You looked so small and pouty and it was his fault. He knew what he needed to do.
“Bunny…”
The whine in Soonyoung’s voice makes you close your eyes. You didn’t want him to have an effect on you after he had made you cry earlier. Your bottom lip quivers as you feel the bed sink behind you and then Soonyoung’s arm slides around your waist, his warm palm resting against your stomach as he pulls you back against him.
“Please don’t be mad at me. I’m so sorry. I’m such an asshole. I dunno what got into me... You can hum all you want. You never bother me.”
Lips press to the back of your neck and you feel your resolve slipping. Soonyoung groans softly, pressing his nose to the side of your neck and taking in your scent once he feels you relaxing in his arms. He could smell the spice returning to your scent. It was taking everything in him to not let it and the feeling of your soft, warm body against his went straight to his cock.
“Do you forgive me? Please, baby… I love you so much. I’m an idiot.”
Soonyoung’s orange scent overwhelmed your senses and your brain. You just nod and let out a soft whine of yes as you feel his fingers kneading against your lower stomach like a cat. You didn’t want him to leave, not when he was holding you like this and touching you like this but you knew he had to.
“I love you too, Soonyoung. It’s okay… You're—ah, baby, you’re just stressed. Is—it’s okay.”
Groaning, his sharp teeth scratching at your soft skin, Soonyoung slots his leg between your thighs from behind, feeling the warmth of your pussy on his thigh. You only feel him nod before he curses under his breath, his hand groping over your breast as he turns over on his back to separate himself from you, knowing he can’t stay.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight. I swear.”
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Lonely
Lucy Bronze & reader (platonic)
after moving to barcelona, everything is hard; the language, your anxiety, the loneliness. after a particularly rough day, lucy finds you crying in the changing room and is determined to help.
A/N: based off of this ask! i tried to make it different enough to Fitting In but still along the same vein, i hope you like it ✨
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The sun was shining, it was a beautiful (albeit a bit cold) day in Barcelona, you were playing for one of the best women’s football teams in the world, and everything was perfect.
Well, it should have been. You knew that. Really, there was no reason for you to be anything but happy. When friends and family back home asked you how you were getting on, you told them about the gorgeous scenery, the weather, and how much fun you were having. It wasn’t all a lie, the scenery really was incredible, and the weather was nicer than it was in England, at the very least.
But, if you were being honest? Things were really fucking hard.
You were trying to learn Spanish, really, you were, but languages had never been your thing. Everyone had told you before you left that “it’ll be easy, once you’re surrounded by it!”. Bullshit. You went through the day understanding single words and phrases here and there, but for the most part, it was like your brain just shut off when people started talking.
The language issue, of course, didn’t exactly help your social situation. You’d always found it hard to make friends, even in your native language. Trying to do it in a whole other language felt like an impossible task. The team tried to be welcoming, of course, but most of the time your brain was too exhausted from trying to keep up with the language for you to socialise. The other international players helped a little and would translate things for you sometimes, but you were the newest recruit and everyone else’s Spanish was miles better than yours. You could tell that the other players were making an effort to speak Spanish, some even learning Catalan, and you didn’t want to be the stereotypical English speaking person who couldn’t be bothered to speak the language of the country they were in. So, when everyone would burst out laughing at something Aitana said, you laughed along, hoping no one would catch on to the fact that you hadn’t understood it.
You had hoped to become friends with Lucy and Keira, thinking that it would be nice to have at least a couple other English players to talk to, but they seemed so settled in their lives here that you felt like you were intruding. Lucy spent a lot of time with the Spanish girls and seemed to talk Spanish, or at least a mix of Spanish and English, most of the time, and Keira did the same. Even when you had the opportunity to talk to them, your social anxiety would flare up, and you’d find yourself overthinking and debating what to say for so long that by the time you’d decided, the moment had passed.
So, you kept to yourself, mostly. You spent a lot of time observing your teammates, their interactions with one another. Trying to figure out how you could interact with them, then losing the courage to do so.
Your teammates felt bad, they could tell that you hadn’t settled in and that you were the outsider of the group, but with so much training and all of the games the team had, it was all too easy to forget about everything outside of football.
That’s how, on that beautiful day in Barcelona, after a particularly tough training session, you found yourself crying in an empty changing room. You’d waited until everyone went home, stalling and saying you wanted to run a few more laps. Once the changing room was empty, you collapsed on a bench, staring into space, not even aware of the tears beginning to stream down your face. You were so tired of having to try so hard all the time, and if you were honest, you were really lonely.
The door to the changing room bangs open, making you jump, and you look up to see Lucy standing there carrying a box of towels. The look of surprise on her face quickly changes to one of concern when she realises you’re crying, as you quickly try to wipe away your tears, white-hot embarrassment flooding your body.
“Woah, y/n, are you okay? What’s wrong, do you need me to get someone?” Lucy asks, putting the box on the bench closest to her. She stays by the door, looking like she’s not sure whether to come closer and comfort you or to leave to get help.
“Um, no, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you say, sniffing a little and laughing awkwardly. “I’m fine, seriously. Don’t worry about it.”
The brunette raises an eyebrow as she comes closer and lets the door swing shut. “Yeah, right, pull the other one. Clearly something’s not okay, or else you wouldn’t be sat here, crying, alone.”
“Yeah, I guess you got me there,” you smile weakly. “But really, it’s okay. It’s nothing.”
“If it’s upsetting you, it’s not nothing,” she says firmly, sitting down next to you. “What’s going on?”
You shrug, not wanting to burden her with your problems and not sure where to start. “It’s just a lot, sometimes, y’know?”
She nods sympathetically. “The language?”
“Yeah,” you sigh. “I’m trying, I really am, but it’s just so hard, and I don’t know, maybe I’m not trying hard enough, but I am trying, really-”
“Hey,” she interrupts you, placing a hand on your back. “It’s okay. It is hard. Everyone can see that you’re trying.”
“Really?” you say, doubt clouding your mind. “Because I feel like I understand way less than everyone thinks I do. Most of the time I’m just copying other people’s reactions, or nodding along.”
She laughs. “Yeah, I did that at first, too. It gets easier after a while, I promise.”
“I’m not sure it will. I don’t-”, you start, breaking off as you struggle to figure out what you wanted to say. “I don’t know how to do a lot of social stuff. Talking to people. I can’t even handle it in English most of the time, to be honest. I feel like even without the language problem, there’s the me problem.”
She lets out a laugh at that, but it’s not a mean one. “What do you mean, a you problem?”
“The me problem,” you explain. “I feel like I’m like, an alien or something. I don’t know how to behave, how to be a real human like the rest of you.”
At that, she puts a hand on your shoulder, turning you to be facing her. “Y/n,” she says, a serious look on her face. “You’re a real human.”
“No, I know that I’m a real human,” you roll your eyes, letting out a small giggle. Lucy smiles, glad to have made you laugh. “I just don’t feel like it sometimes. I don’t know how to interact with people. Like, what do people talk about? What do people do when they’re hanging out? It was fine with my friends back home, because we’ve known each other forever, they know what I’m like and I know what they’re like. But here, it’s all so… different.”
Lucy stands, holding out a hand to you. When you take it she pulls you up, a determined look on her face. “Right, well, it sounds like we have to get you feeling more comfortable here. So, you’re going to come back to my place, we’re going to play something on the Playstation or watch something on TV, and tonight a couple of the girls are coming over. But only a couple, and I’ll tell them that we’re having an English night, no speaking Spanish allowed, alright?”
“Oh, no, it’s okay, I don’t want to be a bother-” you start, but she quickly cuts you off.
“Nonsense!” she says, swinging an arm around your shoulder. “We look out for each other on this team. You’re a part of the team, y/n. So we’ll look out for you too. Got it?”
You nod, feeling nervous but excited, even hopeful.
And she was right. It ended up being one of the best evenings you’d had in a long time, and it wasn’t long before you started to feel like you really were not just a part of the team, but a part of the family. “English” nights even became a regular thing, the Spanish and other international players eager for a chance to practise their English even more (not that they had to, it seemed like they were all basically fluent). Lucy and Keira tried to help you with the language, giving you their tips. Honestly? Their tips weren’t much help, and it was still pretty hard. But as difficult as it was, you had to admit that, slowly but surely, it was all getting easier, especially with friends by your side.
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✮ tags ; edging + sub!bakugou + soft dom!gn!reader, restraints, praise kink, no titles used 18+ | ✮ wc ; 1.2k
✮ a/n ; it really would be sub bakguou to get me at least a little bit out of my writing slump lol
"Fuck you," Katsuki can feel his voice starting to lose it's gruff. The words come out hoarse and choked - but in his defense he's miserable right now "Let me cum, fuck."
Your smile is wry as you put your thumb over the slit of his cock, a pathetic amount of pre-cum sliding down his shaft as you stop the motion in your hand completely. He swears at the lack of contact, tugging against his restraints to no avail.
You look delighted by him. Even worse you look hungry. It's the kind of bottomless lust that Katsuki is never confident he can appease. In every context he finds you unselfish and giving. Not like this though. Like this you look like you'd make yourself sick if you tried to satisfy your every desire.
You let your thumb touch against his spent cock gently. He hasn't cum once. Not a single time today. Hours of bringing him to the edge of frustration before stopping completely. You let him have his come down each time. Let him be lulled into a false sense of security before bringing him back.
He wants to cum. He's not asking for fucking much, he just-
You're not budging. You never do with him. There's a breaking point he has to hit before you even think about giving him so much mercy and he knows that. Even then, he hopes that you'll give in sometimes. That once you'll give into his demands.
You bend at the waist and get between his legs to blow on his cock, red and angry and flush - and it twitches like it's ready to spill. He hears you laugh, all bubbly and delightful and grits his teeth.
"Why should I do that?"
"B-because, you fucking," He shakes, shudders as your hand brushes along the inner part of bitten thigh. Marked to hell and back, he's sweating and sticky "Because it—"
"Does it hurt? Any pain?"
He shakes his head, tries to reason with you but you cut him off "So you're just frustrated."
Yes. Obviously. But that's not the answer you're looking for. He shuts himself up, a shuddery breath pushing out of his lungs. Before he knows what's happening, your palm wraps around his cock again, hot velvet over steel. He bites the inside of his cheek as you start to move, hard and fast.
But temporary, a spike of pleasure rupturing him from the inside out before pulling your hand away again.
"Fuck! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck."
You laugh again, placing the same hand on his shoulder. You smooth down the curves of his body. Stopping to squeeze at the fat of his chest, smoothing thumb over nipples and fingers over scar. He's shaking, core tight and tense as he chases a high that keeps disappearing. Maybe he can will himself to cum.
"I don't want to let you cum," You say with amusement, staring at him. Katsuki can feel your eyes on every inch of his face. The way they're tracing his expression, trying to commit his despair to memory. You're all kinds of twisted to him. "I think I'd prefer to leave you here like this. Undo your restraints, maybe make myself cum, and go to sleep. Sounds like more fun."
A sense of dread builds in his stomach. He looks at you in the face, in your eyes this time. Pleading, silently. You give him another smile, unreadable. Grinning so hard that you burst into laughter again, before putting a fake pout. He's going to cry. Son of a—
"Aw, what? No dice? Do you really have to cum that bad?"
Evil. You're evil, he thinks. He almost screams and it's like you know he's going to. You're planning on it, looking on with giddy delight. You bites his cheek, stops himself from doing it and you soften immediately. You coo at him, lovingly tender as you use your hand to cup his jaw. Tugging on his lower lip, he opens his mouth. You stick your fingers into it, and he sucks on instinct. It gives his brain something to focus on.
"Now you're being all well-behaved," You comment gently. He gives you a glare through his lashes but you don't budge "What do you want baby? Can you tell me nicely like a good boy?"
He's overwhelmed. It washes over him like a tidal wave, like his fingers are slipping off a cliffs edge. He's been holding onto it so tightly and now he can't get his footing again. He tries to glare a second time, but even he can tell he looks pathetic. He can see it when he looks at his reflection in your eyes.
You pull on his tongue with your fingers, letting the drool drip down your hand before pulling away. You touch his cock again, more mercifully this time but don't move.
"Now," You say, a single slow stroke up that leaves him shuddering "Is there something you'd like to ask me?"
Your voice is cool. Like a salve on his nerves. He wants to give into whatever abyss is waiting for him to drop into. He stares at you dazed, prideful and frustrated and wanting. You're grounding - expectancy swimming in your vision. Approval. He wants approval from you.
"I wanna cum," He slurs, choked up. You grin, another stroke.
"And how do we ask for things we want, baby?"
"S-sayin' please."
"That's right," You hum, another stroke. Precise with pleasure like you know every nerve of him, down the atom "So, what do we say when we want to cum?"
We. Like the two of you are intertwined. He feels fuzzy.
"C-can I please, hngh fuck, please cum? Please, needa,"
"Look at that," You say, picking up the pace as soon as the words leave his mouth. He braces himself for impact, hands gripping the edge of the chair with a harsh breath "Good boy. Good job baby, just incredible. My baby is so brilliant isn't he? Just a little misguided."
"Shit," His lower lip trembles, near tearful at the intensity of the situation "S-shit, shit. 's gonna, oh fuck - gonna,"
"A little more. Okay? Cum when I say so, think you can do that?"
He pushes out a breath "Y-yeah."
You lean forward to kiss him and Katsuki feels his spine melt. It's relieving and overwhelming - though the kiss itself is so gentle and sweet. He shudders, trembles under the weight of his own desire as he gets so harrowingly close to the edge. He whimpers this time, free of shame as you praise him through it.
"Cum for me baby," You say with finality. And he does immediately, not even a millisecond of time between you saying it and him doing it. He cums hard, feels his entire lower half lose it's strength as he fucks up into your hand. He feels something hot slip down his cheek, groaning as he finishes. He cums and keeps cumming - it goes on for minutes, forever. You talk him through it but the words don't make sense. He just listens for your voice and lets go until everything is out.
He slumps back into the chair he's restrained in, blinking open his bleary eyes as he watches you clean your hand with a nearby towel. You give him a warm look as he does, standing to your feet as you press a kiss to his hairline.
"You did so great this time. Such a prodigy."
He huffs.
"You get more evil every fucking time I swear."
You laugh.
"I can't help it when you're so cute."
"Don't make excuses, you bastard."
"Sorry, sorry. I love you, yeah? My good boy."
He flushes.
"Love you too. Now fuckin' untie me."
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i need sub coryo thoughts. all of them. please i am
begging
i am here to oblige
mdni - fem!reader
He constantly thinks of himself as being defiant enough to classify as a brat, but he's barely scratched the surface.
Coroy instead, is a whimpery and whiny man when it comes to the harder things you put on him, and suddenly any confidence he may have gathered earlier is pushed out the door. Cause his confidence is all talk and no action.
He's a charmer! He knows his way with words. It's the easiest way to get you to fold, to give him a semblance of power. And there are moments of weakness for you with this. Coryo's tongue is too sharp sometimes, his touch is too tight, and his eyes are too intense, you can't help but give in to him and give him everything he pleases. Let him do whatever he wants to you.
But sometimes you get the upper hand. You learn his own weaknesses over time. How much he loves it when you casually rest your hand on his thigh, rubbing circles on the inner part and your hand gradually making its way to his bulge. Just resting it there, you'd tell him. You learn how much he loves his hair pulled or when you smooth it back, guiding his head where you want it. How much he squirms when you trail kisses all over his chest and tummy, or even rub at his chest while cuddling. You use these things to get him right where you want him and soon his sharp tongue is kept quiet, only replying when you tell him to.
Coryo's bad at it though, he's bad at keeping quiet. He's bad at following directions because his brain turns to complete mush in your hands. All he can focus on is how good his cock feels and how much he loves you.
He'd whimper, "'m sorry, baby, I couldn't...couldn't focus, 'm sorry," and it would keep tumbling from his lips, little stupid apologies that mean nothing because you know he's not sorry. You know he wanted to fuck his cock into you and he started thrusting before you told him to.
When you first discovered this side of Coriolanus, he was always so reluctant to beg. He would have felt as though it was beneath him, that he shouldn't let anyone make him stoop to that level, but he'd soon realize how much he actually loved begging for you. It's like as soon as he had your body, as soon as he tasted your cunt and rutted his dick into you for the first time, he was a goner.
So now, it was easier for him to beg, but that didn't mean you would give in as easily. It was fun making him trot around the penthouse, making you dinner, folding your laundry, and doing whatever miscellaneous task you could think of until Coriolanus was practically crying at how hard he was despite you not even paying attention to him. You'd end up taking pity on him, seeing how tight his pants were and how he was breaking out in a sweat.
And like clockwork, as soon as he's released his load wherever you let him (and sometimes multiple loads at that), something inside of him would snap and his sharp tongue is back. Even the times he's too fucked out to take back some control and he's lying in your embrace, nuzzling his head against you, he can't help but make a quip or a jab, which would send you rolling your eyes, trying to decide if you should use this to punish him again.
let's chat about coryo, here :)
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so i've been reading the Spider-Gwen comics cause I have terminal brain worms now and like. she's been trans coded since before atsv (which i know isn't original to point out but it's fun to see). anyways, here's one of my favorite moments i've come across so far while reading
spoilers for Spider-Gwen [II] #3 (2016)
this conversation Gwen has with Jessica Drew fucks me up so bad. like the way Gwen prefaces her question and describes herself as strange and a weirdo is SOOO. and then she asks about the other Gwen Stacy and what she was like, and it reads like she's asking about what her life would be like if she was cis. and it gets couched in the language of "normal" and not, which is absolutely a trap i fall into sometimes. and then Jess says something that made me cry.
"Look, I get it. I understand dreaming of a simpler life... But, trust me. The hard times, the times when you're unsure, those are just how you figure out who you are. What your life means. Focus on today. Be the best Gwen Stacy that you can be. Right here, right now."
and when you read those words as a statement about gender and transness they hit so much harder. cause in my experience, when i'm unsure i usually find a new part of myself that i didn't know existed. it's never easy and it's almost always a little scary, but i come out the other end more sure of who i want to be and where i'm heading. Gwen needs to stop worrying about what could've been and start thinking about who she is. not other Gwens, but her specifically
#gwen stacy#spider gwen#ghost spider#spider woman#jessica drew#transgwender#trans gwen stacy#trans#trans comic#comics#comic books#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#atsv#spiderverse#the tears i shed after reading this were unreal#jessica drew is so understanding and kind to gwen
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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.3
Yoko, you're hilarious. Sirens going off in her brain. “Alert! They're into childhood bedroom crush confessions territory. Redirect! Redirect!”
But also I find them so ridiculous. All the men in this. Is it just a case of men always assuming women are talking more than they are? Because I am definitely not hearing Yoko talking for John here. Or is this a rare case?
Paul’s scouse getting progressively thicker as the argument intensifies. Trying to finish his point as John's interrupting him. “But. Bot! Boot!! I do think –”Ugh it's so sexy. Sorry, anyway.
Paul's pep talk to John is super cute, but what does he mean, exactly? “we would actually all have dug to see you kick that telephone box in.” What is this metaphor? What does he want John to break? Or does he just mean John should act out more?
Okay but in this interview, she's definitely doing 90% of the talking even when the interviewer specifically asks just John. So if that's how they are in meetings or whatever then okay I could see that being frustrating.
Ow. Fuck. Hate that moment.
John: another Lennon/McCartney original entitled “All I Want is You”. Paul: Allan Wanna Too . . . Al Aronovitz. John: Al Aronovitz if you'll Aronovitz. We'll both Aronovitz together. Ugh sometimes you can just hear the voices in their heads being like “no don't tell him you like his song, that's pathetic! God, you're such a loser for even thinking it.” And sometimes . . . It's this. There's no in between.
John knows if Paul's singing “Darling” he's talking to him. Look at his expression as he's watching Paul sing “stand by me Darling, Darling.”
“Dig it” is actually insane. Paul: if you want it, you can get it. You can get it if you can dig it up. John: I can hardly keep my hands still. John: if you want it all you gotta do is ask for it. Paul: (intermittent with John, starts a crescendo of “yeah. Yeah! Yeah! YEAH!” and “want it. Want it. Want it. Want it.”) John continues: Nicely. Say pretty please and you're gonna get it. You're gonna get it alright, you're gonna get it. This time you're gonna get it good!
The looks as they're making fun of something important to him. Poor George.
See and here's the thing. If George knows basically what happened in India (which from this quote that's what I'm deducing) then Paul knows. You know?
Okay you know the “I love you, blue” moment from Get Back? I was feeling so devastated for John that there was no response to that and someone very smart pointed out in the tags that this moment could be interpreted as Paul's coded reply which I think is a lovely idea. And seems legit especially since John responds with song lyrics.
Paul: no that's good, that one. John: okay, tick it. Paul: I Love that one. John: thank you. Paul: I really do. John: I enjoy it too sometimes.
Peter Jackson why didn't you include these bits in your film? Huh? Huh? Was it because it was too homosexuality for you?
John's voice singing “you can imitate anyone you know” over teeny clips of Paul doing about fifty different impressions. It's so phenomenal.
John's “pleeeeeheeeease” actually makes me want to cry. He's begging with everything he's got. It's like he's a baby, really truly, and it physically hurts. If I was the one he was talking to in that song, I don't know if I could survive.
But Paul is sure. They're stuck. He can't give John what he wants.
Yoko tries to give John a kiss and he's so harsh. “Stop it!” If my boy ever talked to me like that . . . Let's just say I wouldn't be sitting with him at work anymore.
And then he's laying with his head in her lap, laughing madly with Paul. See what I mean? If Paul would just let John lay in his lap, I guarantee Yoko would not be there.
A coded exchange PJ left out. You can tell when they start to talk in code just by their tone. Suddenly they're a bit more even-keeled, a bit slower, clearer in their speech. Paul: achieve something every day. It may in theory sound silly, but . . . John: in practice . . . Paul: it's even sillier. But in practice, it's all there is. John: this is where it's at. Paul: this is where it's at unless that is where it's at. John: this is where it's at now. Paul: teamwork. A good defense. John: you play ball with me and I'll play ball with you. Paul: could be learning something instead of this you know.
There's a reason Let it Be is played at funerals, folks.
Is it just me or has Paul literally never looked uglier? Linda's a babe, though. John and Yoko both look cool and hot ASF.
Again, the song choices. “Goodbye (Paul's Version. From the Vault.)” Played over the double wedding footage? Okay. Goodbye, my love.
#paul mccartney#the beatles#john lennon#mclennon#ringo starr#george harrison#yoko ono#linda eastman#understanding lennon mccartney#ulm
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Hiiiii L!!! Congrats on ur milestone bby!! It was so hard to choose a prompt I was stuck on so many of them but I’d love to see ur take on the prompt “weird, but fucking beautiful” with Touya<333
WEIRD, BUT FUCKING BEAUTIFUL (t. todoroki)
a/n: bad communicator dabi, reader has a birthmark, descriptions of skin and scarring (???) angsty undertones but ultimately very soft (like dabi), i love u oz
L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!
There's a lot that Dabi can't say.
He thinks his lack of verbal charisma was wired into his brain and decided by the stars above from the very moment he was born into this world.
It's not for a lack of feeling, he likes to justify. In his head, Dabi has said what he would deem to be Shakespearean things about how much he loves you—but when it comes time to turn those thoughts into syllables from his lips, they never sound nearly as nice.
Something Dabi is good at, he likes to think, is admiring you. It comes natrually, he doesnt need to think about it.
He loves learning about your body, finding out new things about your skin and shape and self. Enjoys learning how you like to be touched, how you like to be loved without the words he can't really say. He thinks that must be how people in love feel, a bit foolish but willing to sit in silence just to catch a glimpse of something worth while.
Having crawled out of bed and whined about your soreness from last night, you search the room for your discarded jeans. And Dabi does what he does best and watches you.
He appreciates how your skin stretches and bounces when you bend down to grab your pants. How it pudges by your hips and tummy when you shimmy into your jeans and fasten your zipper. He likes how your arms flex and arch as you button your bra around your torso—and he loves how your tiny little birthmark on your back contorts with the normalcy of it all.
It's moments like these, horribly mundane and, for a lack of a better word, boring, that make Dabi realize just how lost in you he actually is. The way you exist, ridiculously regular and undeniably human, makes him want to cry, sometimes. He doesn't think you realize how special that is, to be normal.
Your irritated tone interrupts (what you don't know to be) his sweet introspection.
"Would you stop that?"
You see the smallest twinge of a smile from the corner of his mouth when he plays along.
"Stop what?"
"Looking at me like that," he watches you shrink beneath his heavy gaze.
"Like what?"
You raise your eyebrows at him, in a look that reads nothing but annoyed, and he allows himself to huff out a sound of amusement at how easily aggravated you get sometimes.
"Oh come on, don't be pissy," he teases, but you choose to ignore his taunt and continue getting dressed.
He continues to watch you twist into your shirt, and he's grateful it's sleeveless as it leaves the pretty little imprint beneath your shoulder within his sight. He watches you catch his eye a few times, sees how you grow more irritated with each and every flicker of his stare on your skin.
When you (not so) gently scoot past him to collect your phone from the nightstand, he's quick to wrap his fingers around your wrist and guide you closer to him.
With a scowl on your face, you let him. His hand finds your chin, turning you upward to look at him, pout and all.
"Hey," he whispers with a bit of an edge, one he doesn't mean to have but has accepted as a part of him. When you flicker your eyes over him, he softens his bite a bit, "Talk."
After a sigh or two, your response comes shy, flushed.
"I don't like when you stare at me like that," you whisper against his palm and he can feel the heat of your cheeks flooding with embarrassment.
"Feels like you're making fun of me or something."
"Making fun of you?" his face frowns in genuine confusion. "The fuck are you talking about?"
Not sure if he's fucking with you or not, you take a beat to read his expression. He's serious, for once—you can tell there's no ill will in his furrowed brows and slightly concerned eyes.
Eventually, you deflate and state the obvious, "You're looking at my birthmark."
…Yeah?
"And?" he decides to say instead.
"And I hate it," your voice becomes a bit more strained, "so stop looking at it."
Genuinely confused at the sudden tension between you two, Dabi shrugs and loosens his grip on your jaw, leaving his hand gently ghosting your skin instead of holding you in place.
He sounds a bit critical when he scoffs, "What's there to hate? It's a birthmark."
"It's gross and weirdly shaped and ugly."
And he can't but wince at the pure irony of your words. Because you're always the first person to kiss his scars, trace their growing and scaling patches, and remind him that they're beautiful because they're his.
And here you are, loathing something as measly as a barely noticeable birthmark for the sole reason that it's yours.
He wants to tell you what you tell him, that it's beautiful because it's yours. That he wants to trace it with his tongue and see its outline when he closes his eyes.
But Dabi isn't that poetic, so he settles for shrugging and using his free hand to reach out and touch it.
As his calloused thumb skims the mark, he hums to himself in thought.
"Was thinking about how it's kinda shaped like a mushroom."
He smiles a bit when your eyes roll at his statement. Your skin heats up again when you weakly remind him that, "It's weird."
"Yeah," he merely agrees with a soft nod, "but it doesn't make me want you any less."
Gently, he takes the pad of his thumb and lovingly swipes it across your bottom lip, caressing the skin and attempting to let his touch say what his words can't.
And you know, he knows you know. Because even though Dabi isn't great with words and can't say what he means, what he feels, that doesn't mean he doesn't feel it. He feels it more deeply than anyone you've ever known.
In the softness of the moment, you cock your head to the side and gently bite down on the length of this thumb. It's unexpected but doesn't hurt, and Dabi knows you well enough to know what it says. Thank you. I love you.
He nearly blushes at the intimacy, mumbling out a sarcastic, "Fuckin' ow."
"Don't be a baby," you choose to gently kiss the spot you sunk your teeth into, "that didn't hurt."
It didn't, he thinks. I liked it.
Again, his tongue betrays him, "You're so weird."
Allowing yourself to lean into his touch, your voice taunts him a bit. "But that doesn't make you want me any less, does it?"
Dabi chooses the easy way out and simply kisses you, and through this tongue gently prodding at your bottom lip, you know his answer.
No, it doesn't.
#L's MIDNIGHTS EVENT!#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader#dabi x you#touya todoroki x you#dabi fic#touya todoroki fic#dabi angst#dabi fluff#touya todoroki angst#touya todoroki fluff
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Ohhh the newest dad cove post the pregnant mc is so so good,,,,, rip though imagine just how clingy this makes him oh my god. (late riser mc) he’s constantly falling asleep on the couch next to you when it gets later, hand on your back or around your middle whether you’re showing yet or not because he can’t stand the idea of you needing something but not waking him up ‘cause he’s in bed(especially when you have bad “morning” sickness).
or something that absolutely makes my blood pressure absolutely skyrocket is strangers being touchy, (he’d obviously not be like? weird about it like if you want to let family or friends feel the baby kick; he’s honestly just nodding along with the biggest goofy-proud smile like “it’s the coolest thing ever right???”) but if random strangers are getting touchy or pushy because they seem to think pregnant people are free real estate? just this big ass man getting physically between the two of you and completely shutting them down without a word? 1000/10.
also rip mc but I myself am a Cove suprise twins truther and not gonna lie to anyone but unless you are well above average size? rip mc. late second trimester and on is just a mess because like the other post said? all fun and games having a giant husband until giant baby time. man is so conflicted(for a multitude of reasons tbh because if one baby almost being here wasn’t overwhelming enough? two?) because on the one hand there’s almost a twinge of guilt because you’re so sore and tired and sick of having to pee every five seconds, but also, not even a sexual(or maybe just a little) thing but some part of his brain is like you said just? that’s his baby- his babies, like it hits him so much that you are literally carrying his kids that you two made together and you trust him enough to be by your side and be your kids’ dad?? and sometimes he’s looking at you with big wet eyes and wobbly lips while you’re trying to hunt down the current craving and you panic that he’s crying, and when he explains… oh now you’re crying because of hormones being out of wack and he’s too sweet for this.
I LOVE YOU ANON. WE ARE THE SAME. literally sharing all my thoughts rn pls... i love the thought of my mc n cove having 1 kid (thru adoption) and their first pregnancy/baby being twins. just instantly throws them into the boiling pot of parenthood
n omg he's so fucking clingy after you get pregnant. if you're not a hugger, you are now. because he needs to be around you n touching you, he fucking loves you so much and just needs to touch n kiss n hold you
omfg, tries to feel the baby kick or anything like that before it's even possible. instantly starts talking to your baby before they're even supposed to be able to hear
if you're still sleeping, or napping, he'll cuddle up near your stomach and strokes the area, tracing hearts and stars and such, talking about how much he loves you. how great you are. tells funny stories from your shared childhood, tells your baby/babies about their future aunts n uncles n grandparents.
they're gonna be so loved.
n if you wake up in the middle of him doing this, try to stay still and listen because then he goes on about how much he loves the babe/s and how he's gonna take care of them, and you, and he'll protect n love them n he daydreams out loud about all the milestones, all the way up to their weddings which just makes him cry
you might even catch him rambling about how he'll make sure they never feel insecure, or like a burden, or anything like that, especially any feelings or thoughts he had from his childhood.
and yeahh, he'd be so overwhelmed and freaked out if your first pregnancy is TWINS!! he gets anxious. because now there's a double chance of failure. he's just so afraid for your future, and even if you're anxious and afraid too now with the news, he does calm down even if you don't comfort him.
bouncing your anxieties off each other, makes him realize you're both going towards a good path. if you're already worried about X, Y, and Z, then you know you're on the same page, and while parenthood is unpredictable.. your beliefs and wishes for your family are certain
takes a deep breath n just promises you it'll be okay. you'll figure it out. you can worry through parenthood together. and you'll figure it out together.
does call his dad and he talks to cove, helps him with his anxieties, etc.. it helps him relax when cliff says that, while cove was a very happy accident, at least he's prepared unlike he and kyra were. this was something you wanted, prepared for. that all the mental preparation, is the best it'll get and now you have to figure it out together, and that he, kyra, and your moms are here to help you figure it out.
n omg cove feeling bad about you being sore, tired, exhausted from the baby totally rearranging your guts and pressing against your bladder like a meat press.
always offers you massages, foot rubs. and helps you do any maintenance, like helping you shave or doing your names, put on lotion, etc. since your stomach is getting too big to work around
helps you put on your shoes if you need, too. he brings you all the snacks (ends up trying your cravings too. in fact, HE has cravings n now both of you are scrambling for the car and end up sitting in the parking lot eating whatever weird combo one of you thought of)
and you're so right about him finding you attractive when you're pregnant, not necessarily sexual like you said although it has undertones. in fact, since we're talking about it. it's kinda like they're satisfied they made their mark on you LOL
which in that case... cove probably doesn't even realize how.. happy. he is. that whenever you leave the house, people can easily see you have someone at home waiting for you. that you're taken.
literally read an article about men's thoughts on their pregnant wives, and they're so interesting (can't get over the guy saying ["my wife still doesn't believe i found her sexy during her pregnancy. i saw what a baby did to her and it just made me want to fill her with more."])
n their increased attraction all seems to come back to their wife carrying their baby, and their body getting bigger. not even just her boobs and butt, loves how her tummy gets bigger during the pregnancy, loves the stretches marks because it's a sign of the hard work she did carrying their baby
he just loves everything about you. loves your glow, your scent, your whole look.
also like i said before, pregnancy just kinda flipped a primal switch in cove's brain. happens to pretty much every man on the planet. loves when you ask him for help because you're too pregnant to do it. or if you call him "daddy", "papa" or something along those lines, just messing with him (same way guys will call you "mama"), he has to grip the counter n take a minute because omfg... he's a dad. he's your babies dad. even if you don't call him that, has to take a breather if you bring him up like that.
is so fucking ecstatic about you calling him your babies father that he will probably fall on the floor crying n throwing up like. he's insane.
ohhh and he'd just be at your beck and call the further along you get. imagine him with his arm wrapped around your waist or shoulder, just keeping you secure in his grip as you cross the road.
just becomes so much more protective. subtly of course, not overboard like growling n hissing but yknow he keeps you close, keeps an eye out.. etc.
oh and you're so right about him putting himself between you n touchy stranger number 8123901. even if you tell him it's okay, he still checks you out to see if you're uncomfortable.
but lets be real, i can't see many daring to get handsy and pushy with your over 6 foot, somewhere 'round 200lbs, husband next to you. that'd just be stupid.
so don't be afraid to just drag him to the store to be your shield LOL
still, even though he relaxes a bit as your pregnancy progresses and to strangers, he seems pretty relaxed and cool n all that. does go home with you and can't help but cry because you look so cute, and your family is increasing, n it's just all so much. he's a big baby still
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Hi!! So sorry to bother but I’m been fixated on Moon Knight for awhile and I haven’t seen any fics on Tumblr about the moon boys with a plus size!reader. When you had a sec, I’d appreciate maybe hcs about how they’d be with a chubby!reader!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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Warnings: There's some mentions of reader being made fun of for their body and weight. Marc needs therapy but he refuses joke. Calling out Jake for being horny and that he would want reader to sit on his face but there's no actual smut or anything like that.
Author’s Snip: As a chubby/plus size person. I adore this request thank you so much, anon
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
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Steven Grant
Steven has hearts in his eyes
He thinks you're so lovely with how soft you are
Literally doesn't mind one bit
Calls you his favorite stress toy because he likes to cuddle and squeeze you when he feels upset or stressed out, so it's endearing
He likes to lay his head on your thighs and stomach because its the softest parts of you
He will fall asleep and take a nap there and it will be the best sleep he's ever had
Him, Marc, and Jake could spend the whole night doing MoonKnight work and all he would need is an hour long nap and he's completely rejuvenated till he's able to come back home and actually get some sleep. It's crazy
Steven of course hates confrontation but would tell someone to leave you alone as soon as they start making comments about you
He hugs you from behind a lot and just stays there for a minute
Something about holding you and feeling how warm and soft you are just fixes everything that's making him upset
It's like a child with a teddy bear or blanket. He just holds you and everything's okay
Marc Spector
"I don't need therapy, I have chubby s/o"
So the whole holding you for a while and everything is okay effect also works on Marc
He could be having an episode where he's closed off and not doing well with communicating his feelings and then you just come in and give him a hug and it helps him come off of it a little
Marc has this habit of grabbing some of your chub or the parts of you that are squishy like you waist or cheeks, sometimes the butt if he's feeling more flirty
He actually doesn't know why he does it either
It's not to be mean. There's just something about holding it that scratches something in his brain just right
Your softness gives him a good amount of free serotonin and dopamine, that is why he uses cuddling and holding you as therapy
If anyone says shit then he's telling them to shut the fuck up with no hesitation
Marc refuses to believe that he falls asleep easily when you hold him. But with the softness of your body, the warmth, and you calmly breathing... he sleeps like a fucking baby
Literally nothing will wake him up, manz is gone
Jake Lockley
Jake Lockley is a man who firmly believes that chubby lovers are where it's at
To him, you being heavy means that you eat good
He is canonically a horny bastard so I think he'd like the extra chub because he also believes in more cushion for the pushin'
He likes to pick you up. It makes his ego bigger to show off how strong he is
Will literally bully someone for making fun of your body and weight
Jake calls guys who don't like chubby women/people "boys" because to him real men like them soft and heavy. If you can't pick them up then start lifting so you can and stop crying about it
When you two cuddle he's the big spoon every time. He likes holding you like that because it feels like he's holding a living pillow with how soft you are
Makes you sit on his lap, all the time, no buts
No you are not crushing him, he has thighs of steel and he's a literal vigilante hero who works with a god of the moon. Sit on his lap. It's fine
His hand is constantly, chronically, on your thigh. And he squeezes it a lot too
He is an ass man, yes, but all parts are good to him
And also, respectively... sit on his face please
If he suffocates that's fine. That's the way the gods intended him to go
Lives by the thickness and would die by the thickness
#moon knight#moonknight#moon knight x reader#moonknight x reader#steven grant#steven grant x reader#marc spector#marc spector x reader#jake lockley#jake lockley x reader
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* ( GUTS BY OLIVIA RODRIGO / SENTENCE PROMPTS.
These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.
❛ i pay attention to things that most people ignore ❜
❛ i'm alright with the movies that make jokes about senseless cruelty ❜
❛ i feel for your every little issue ❜
❛ i know just what you mean ❜
❛ i make light of the darkness ❜
❛ i've got sun in my motherfuckin' pocket ❜
❛ you know me ❜
❛ i forgive and i forget ❜
❛ i know my age and i act like it ❜
❛ i've got what you can't resist ❜
❛ i got class and integrity just like a goddamn kennedy ❜
❛ i'm a perfect all-american bitch ❜
❛ i know my place ❜
❛ i don't get angry when i'm pissed ❜
❛ i'm the eternal optimist ❜
❛ i scream inside to deal with it ❜
❛ i'm grateful all the time ❜
❛ i'm sexy and i'm kind ❜
❛ i'm pretty when i cry ❜
❛ haven't heard from you in a couple of months ❜
❛ i'm out right now and i'm all fucked up ❜
❛ i'm sensing some undertone ❜
❛ i'm right here with all my friends ❜
❛ i know we're done ❜
❛ i know we're through ❜
❛ my brain goes 'ah' can't hear my thoughts ❜
❛ i cannot hear my thoughts ❜
❛ i should probably not ❜
❛ seeing you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? ❜
❛ it's a bad idea, right? ❜
❛ fuck it, it's fine ❜
❛ yes, i know that he's my ex. but can't two people reconnect? ❜
❛ i only see him as a friend, the biggest lie i ever said ❜
❛ i just tripped and fell into his bed ❜
❛ now i'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans ❜
❛ i know i should stop, but i can't ❜
❛ i told my friends i was asleep but i never said where or in whose sheets ❜
❛ i'm sure i've seen much hotter men but i really can't remember when ❜
❛ how's the castle built off people you pretend to care about ❜
❛ i see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when i close my eyes ❜
❛ i loved you truly ❜
❛ you gotta laugh at the stupidity ❜
❛ i've made some real big mistakes but you make the worst one look fine ❜
❛ i've made some real big mistakes ❜
❛ i should've known it was strange you only come out at night ❜
❛ i used to think i was smart but you made me look so naïve ❜
❛ the way you sold me for parts as you sunk your teeth into me ❜
❛ bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire ❜
❛ every girl i ever talked to told me you were bad news ❜
❛ you're so convincing ❜
❛ how do you lie without flinching? ❜
❛ how do you lie? ❜
❛ what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill ❜
❛ i can't figure out just how you do it and god knows i never will ❜
❛ you went for me and not her 'cause girls your age know better ❜
❛ you said it was true love but wouldn't that be hard? ❜
❛ you can't love anyone 'cause that would mean you had a heart ❜
❛ i tried to help you out ❜
❛ i tried to help you out now i know that i can't ❜
❛ how you think's the kind of thing i'll never understand ❜
❛ aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell? ❜
❛ did i ever tell you that i'm not doing well? ❜
❛ i linger all the time ❜
❛ i linger all the time watching, hidden in plain sight ❜
❛ i try but it takes over my life ❜
❛ i see you everywhere ❜
❛ the sweetest torture one could bear ❜
❛ i'm losing it lately ❜
❛ i feel your compliments like bullets on skin ❜
❛ aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist? ❜
❛ my stomach's all in knots ❜
❛ you got the one thing that i want ❜
❛ people are people, but it's like you're made of angel dust ❜
❛ it's like you're out to get me ❜
❛ you poison every little thing that i do ❜
❛ i just loathe you lately ❜
❛ i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you ❜
❛ i despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you ❜
❛ i don't think i get along with anyone ❜
❛ i'm on the outside of the greatest inside joke ❜
❛ i hate all my clothes ❜
❛ it feels like my skin doesn't fit right over my bones ❜
❛ so i guess i should go ❜
❛ the party's done, and i'm no fun ❜
❛ i broke a glass, i tripped and fell ❜
❛ i tripped and fell ❜
❛ i told secrets i shouldn't tell ❜
❛ i stumbled over all my words ❜
❛ i made it weird ❜
❛ i made it worse ❜
❛ each time i step outside it's social suicide ❜
❛ i wanna curl up and die ❜
❛ i laughed at the wrong time ❜
❛ i talked to this hot guy, swore i was his type ❜
❛ everything i do is tragic ❜
❛ the morning after i panic ❜
❛ oh god, what did i say? ❜
❛ when i'm alone, i'm fine ❜
❛ don't let me out at night ❜
❛ i'm shocked i'm still alive ❜
❛ i called you the wrong name twice ❜
❛ i want it, so i got it ❜
❛ another thing i ruined, i used to do for fun ❜
❛ another conversation with nothing good to say ❜
❛ another day pretending i'm older than i am ❜
❛ another perfect moment that doesn't feel like mine ❜
❛ sometimes i feel like i don't wanna be where i am ❜
❛ i push away all the people who know me the best ❜
❛ it's me who's been makin' the bed ❜
❛ i'm so tired of being the girl that i am ❜
❛ every good thing has turned into somethin' i dread ❜
❛ i'm playin' the victim so well in my head ❜
❛ every night, i wake up from this one recurring dream ❜
❛ i read somewhere it's 'cause my life feels so out of control ❜
❛ i tell someone i love them just as a distraction ❜
❛ they tell me that they love me like i'm some tourist attraction ❜
❛ i got the things i wanted, it's just not what i imagined ❜
❛ i'm counting all of the beautiful things i regret ❜
❛ i'm pulling the sheets over my head ❜
❛ you're so good at what you do ❜
❛ you come for me like a savior ❜
❛ i'd put myself through hell for you ❜
❛ i fell for you like water ❜
❛ i couldn't get out if i tried ❜
❛ it was all in my mind ❜
❛ now you got me thinking ❜
❛ love is never logical ❜
❛ all the things you did to me ❜
❛ you lied ❜
❛ i'm sure that girl is really your friend ❜
❛ you said i was too soft ❜
❛ why do I do this? ❜
❛ i know i'm half responsible and that makes me feel horrible ❜
❛ i know i could've stopped it all, god, why didn't i stop it all? ❜
❛ i met a guy in the summer and i left him in the spring ❜
❛ i wanna make him feel bad ❜
❛ i wanna make him really jealous ❜
❛ i really miss him and it makes me real sad ❜
❛ i want sweet revenge ❜
❛ i want him again ❜
❛ i want to get him back ❜
❛ i write him all these letters, then i throw them in the trash ❜
❛ i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh ❜
❛ he said i was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth ❜
❛ i am my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him ❜
❛ i wanna key his car ❜
❛ i wanna break his heart ❜
❛ he's not even gonna know what hit him ❜
❛ he's gonna love me and hate me at the same time ❜
❛ i don't know ❜
❛ i told my friends you were the one ❜
❛ i stayed in bed for like a week ❜
❛ when you said space was what you need, i waited by my phone like a goddamn fool ❜
❛ love's fucking embarrassing ❜
❛ how could i be so stupid? ❜
❛ you found a new version of me ❜
❛ what was i even doing? ❜
❛ i give up ❜
❛ i give up everything ❜
❛ i keep coming back for more ❜
❛ i have nightmares each week about that friday ❜
❛ one phone call from you and my entire world was changed ❜
❛ you took everything i loved and crushed it in between your fingers ❜
❛ i doubt you ever think about the damage that you did ❜
❛ i hold on to every detail like my life depends on it ❜
❛ i hear your voice every time that i think i'm not enough ❜
❛ i try to be tough, but i wanna scream ❜
❛ how could anybody do the things you did so easily? ❜
❛ i say i don't care, i say that i'm fine but you know i can't let it go ❜
❛ i've tried for so long ❜
❛ it takes strength to forgive, but i don't feel strong ❜
❛ i try to understand why you would do this all to me ❜
❛ i know in my heart hurt people hurt people ❜
❛ do you think i deserved it all? ❜
❛ you built me up to watch me fall ❜
❛ you have everything and you still want more ❜
❛ even after all this, you're still everything to me ❜
❛ i know you don't care ❜
❛ there's always something missing ❜
❛ when pretty isn't pretty enough what do you do? ❜
❛ i could change up my body and change up my face ❜
❛ i'd always feel the same ❜
❛ you can win the battle but you'll never win the war ❜
❛ fix the things you hated and you'd still feel so insecure ❜
❛ i try to ignore it, but it's everything i see ❜
❛ i don't know why i even try ❜
❛ i bought all the clothes that they told me to buy ❜
❛ i chased some dumb ideal my whole fucking life ❜
❛ none of it matters and none of it ends ❜
❛ you just feel like shit over and over again ❜
❛ when am i gonna stop being wise beyond my years and just start being wise? ❜
❛ when am i gonna stop being a pretty young thing to guys? ❜
❛ when will it stop being cool to be quietly misunderstood? ❜
❛ i'm sorry that i couldn't always be your teenage dream ❜
❛ when does wide-eyed affection and all good intentions start to not be enough? ❜
❛ will i spend all the rest of my years wishing i could go back? ❜
❛ they all say that it gets better ❜
❛ it gets better the more you grow ❜
❛ it gets better, but what if i don't? ❜
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