#sorry if this isn’t that good I’m not super experienced with writing ;;;
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you couldn't keep me off for long 🤺🤺
how about the same three (dazai aku and fedya) but with a reader that runs super cold ?? i love this idea for no reason because dazai would tease, akutagawa would just be funny because haha sickly victorian children, and fedya has fuckign anemia so ofc he's cold 24/7 as well. ur writing style is also delectable i would like to eat it tysm
(me when i read ur things)
OMG I LOVE THIS! (Bro thank you sm i seriously feel like my writing style is shit but I love you…and please never fend off)
to the anon requested the bsd men and cold fic it is underway, I currently have written half of it…the ones with all BSD men take longer to write 😞😞
off I go to writing this ✨✨
BSD Men With a Reader That Runs Cold
In this post: 💃 Osamu Dazai, Ryonosuke Akutagawa, Fyodor Dostoyevsky💃
Pairing: Fem!reader/BSDMen
Synopsis: BSDMen and a gf that runs cold.
Osamu Dazai
Dazai is a man that burns with joy and passion in his everyday life. Consequently, his body temperature almost always runs high. And as the saying goes, opposites attract: you’re almost always cold, and Dazai, the man of your life, seems to have fire licking his skin constantly. He eagerly appoints himself to be your personal furnace, wrapping you in his arms when you shiver, and lending you his coat without you even having to utter a word. But his gestures come with a small price. Your boyfriend always teases you, his cat-like eyes smiling fondly as you glare at him, bundled in a mountain of covers and still needing his body heat. Dazai’s favorite joke is to propose sex as a way to warm you up. No matter how much he teases, however, he will always be ready to rescue you from the freezing cold that claws at your skin, enjoying the time he gets to spend holding you close to his heart.
You walked through the streets of Yokohama, shivering like you were experiencing your own magnitude level 5 earthquake. You were bundled up in a large coat, a scarf and gloves, even a small hat adoring your adorable face, and yet, you were still shivering so hard your teeth chattered.
Your boyfriend, Dazai, was walking leisurely in front of you, wearing only his usual trench coat, seemingly unaffected by the cold that held you tightly in its claws.
“D-Dazai!” You called, feeling as if you couldn’t take another step without shattering into a myriad of tiny ice shards.
“Yes, my belladonna?”
“M’ cold…”
Dazai sauntered over to you, leaning down to peck your nose. “Such a rare occasion, isn’t it, Bella?” He cooed mockingly, caressing your lips with his thumb.
You swatted his hand away, whining. “Stop teasing. I need solutions, not problems.”
“Okay, I have a great solution.” Dazai declared, looking in your eyes very seriously. You nodded, listening, blowing some warm air on your freezing hands, which still felt on the verge or falling off, even with your gloves on. Dazai’s hands took yours in his, warming them up with his own personal heat. “We go back there, and I fuck you so good — ”
“DAZAI!” You shouted, afraid someone could hear you. You rapidly checked around the both of you, terrified that a little kid might have been lurking in a corner. Returning to look at your boyfriend, you found him doubled over, laughing.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” He said, a hint of laugh still dancing in his tone. “Come here,” he said, opening his trench coat. You slid inside, instantly feeling warmer. Dazai closed the coat around you, holding you tightly against him, feeling a little proud when you stopped shivering. “When we get home, l’ll make you some warm tea.” He promised, already seeing your apartment complex in the near distance.
“And then we cuddle on the couch.” You said, starting feel your ears again.
“And then we make out on the couch, yes.”
“DAZAI!”
Your joyful boyfriend started laughing, and you soon joined, your laughter intertwining into a beautiful melody, as you two walked home. Throughout the walk home, Dazai made sure you were completely covered by his coat, a perfect bundle of warmth. He promised himself he would always be there to hug you till you weren’t shivering anymore.
Ryonosuke Akutagawa
Akutagawa was a normal person, who never felt too hot or too cold. When you burst into his life, all joy and laughter, he had to get used to you, and all your wonderfully eccentric behavior. But the one thing he struggled most with, was your abnormally low body temperature. Whenever you told him you were cold, he would stare at the various layers of clothes you were wearing, as well as the winter coat you had thrown over your shoulders. Akutagawa just…couldn’t understand you. He didn’t try to be mean or anything, his mind just couldn’t make sense of it. Akutagawa soon realized that his body heat helped the perennial cold that seemingly nestled, like a frozen rose, in your heart. Whenever you would be shivering at night, Akutagawa would tentatively wrap you in his arms, and warm you with his body heat. He would crank the heat up in your apartment, despite your protests about the price (he had enough money to spend). Soon, you feeling cold became another quirky aspect of your relationship, and also gave Akutagawa the opportunity to always keep you in his arms without explicitly voicing his desire to do so, which suited your touch-starved boyfriend perfectly fine.
You were at the Port Mafia’s annual Christmas Party: an event that lasted all night long, in one of the many ballrooms owned by the criminal organization. The floors were made of polished wood, and the ceilings were decorated with wonderful paintings, and delicate flowers engraved in the dark wooden beams that supported the high ceilings. The moonlight filtered in through the mosaic windows, coloring the partygoers in different shades.
You were sitting at a table, a glass of glittering champagne in your hand. You were wearing a black slip dress Akutagawa had gifted you. It adorned your body perfectly, a slit exposing your right leg. You looked gorgeous, and Akutagawa stared at you for a good 5 minutes without being able to say anything when you had come out of the bathroom, finding you the epitome of beauty.
The night had been fun: you had successfully dragged Akutagawa to waltz with you, holding you close. You could feel Akutagawa’s heart beat against your chest, a small smile twinkling on his lips. The moment had abruptly ended when Mori had called Akutagawa to raise a toast to the Port Mafia with the rest of the high executives.
You, being a low-level Port Mafia member, had given him a kiss to send him off, and had gone back to sit at your designated table. All the dancing had made you sweat, and now the droplets were cooling on your skin, making you already colder than you always were. You had decided to sip on your champagne to warm yourself up, but your exposed arms were not helping. You had started shivering, setting the flute back down on the table, and wrapping your arms around yourself to try and create a little heat.
“Are you feeling cold, (Y/N)?” Akutagawa asked, dragging a chair to join you. You nodded, sheepishly. Akutagawa glanced at you for a few seconds, his eyes zeroing on your shivering shoulders. He exhaled, not believing he was about to do this.
Slowly, Akutagawa removed his coat, an item of clothing that was seemingly fused to his body: he rarely took it off, and only in the comfort of your home, where he knew the both of you were safe from any danger.
You watched him in utter disbelief as he draped it around your shoulders: it was the greatest act of trust Akutagawa could ever commit towards you.
Seemingly not having moved you to tears enough, he scooted closer with his chair, wrapping you in his arms and holding you tightly against him, trying to transfer some body heat.
Akutagawa was known for not liking any form of PDA. You knew. He knew. The whole Port Mafia knew, which explained the shocked glance Chuuya threw your way.
But honestly, you didn’t care, and nuzzled your face in Akutagawa’s chest, glimmering tears sliding down your cheeks and ruining your makeup: Akutagawa always found proclaiming his love to you to be extremely difficult, but clumsily, through his actions, he always found a way to tell you how much you meant to him.
Your boyfriend felt your shoulders shake, and mistook you to be still freezing. He held you even closer, until he noticed the wetness on his chest, harshly pulling you away from him to check on you. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” His panicked tone made you laugh through the tears.
“You’re just perfect, you know.” You whispered, bringing his hands to your mouth, leaving a red lipstick mark on his knuckles. “I couldn’t have gotten luckier.”
Now it was Akutagawa’s turn to feel his heart melt, his eyes suddenly watering. He coughed, looking away, trying to maintain his cold persona.
“Akutagawa, it’s our song!” You squealed, suddenly hearing the melody play. “Let’s go dance!” You excitedly grabbed his hand, almost dragging him to the middle of the dance floor, his coat still around your shoulders.
Akutagawa almost protested, but the smile that was engraved in your eyes the minute you started swaying in his arms was a force too strong for him to resist. You two ended the night in each others arms, singing the song’s romantic lyrics to one another, the mosaic windows coloring each part of your faces with a different color.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Listen, Fyodor is anemic, he’s always cold. Russia’s harsh winters must have infected his body, because this evil mastermind is always shivering. And when the two of you got together, and you told him you were a person that generally ran cold, Fyodor smiled, saying he was the same. The two of you share the same struggles on a daily basis, and try to rely on one another for warmth, but with little to no results. The heat in your apartment is always cranked so high that Nikolai directly comes in shorts whenever has to come over. Whenever you two sleep, you have at least 5 covers and huddle in each other’s arms. Whenever you whine that you’re cold, Fyodor does hug you, but you both know it won’t be enough, so he throws a cover on both of you, and only then can you two start to warm up. A warm tea, or a warm milk, are mandatory every night, and you have a multitude of hot water bottles stashed in the kitchen. You use one almost every night. Still, even if Fyodor knows that hugging you won’t change much, he secretly adores sleeping with you in his arms, because the love that you so clearly feel for him is enough to warms his heart.
“Fyodor, I’m still cold,” you whimpered, trying to huddle in his arms. The two of you had been cuddling in bed for thirty minutes, bundled underneath an avalanche of covers and duvets, each of you holding a warm water bottle. Fyodor was feeling…okay. Not warm, exactly but not as freezing as you were. You must have been tired: you usually felt colder when you were tired. Fyodor tried his best to rub his arms against yours, but to no avail.
“I can tell, myshka…you’re shivering,” he cooed, trying to tuck the covers around you. But nothing seemed to be working that night. Fyodor leaned back, trying to figure something out, his already fast mind moving at inhumane speed. “What if I draw us a warm bath?” He asked, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.
Your eyes shot open, a glimmer of hope in your smile. “Yes…please,” you scooted out of his embrace, watching as your boyfriend braved the cold, sliding out of the sheets. You instantly felt colder, now that he was gone. You hugged his hot water battle as well, watching as his tall form slid inside the bathroom. You heard the water running. The harsh sound of water on marble soon changing to water sloshing on water.
You waited impatiently, jumping out of the bed when you heard his sweet voice calling you. You ran to the bathroom, trying to avoid the cold’s claws that reached for you. You almost threw yourself in the bathroom, closing the door behind you to not let the heat from the heater make its escape.
Fyodor looked at you lovingly, helping you slide your clothes off. You didn’t wait for Fyodor, almost throwing yourself inside the large bathtub. You instantly felt the cold hidden in your limbs wither and die, finally feeling at peace. The water sloshed around you as Fyodor joined you in the tub, his pale skin almost taking a pearl-like shade in the dim lights.
You happily swam towards him, falling into his arms. Fyodor welcomed you with a small smile, glad to see your cheeks flushed with heat for once. “We should do this more often,” you thought out loud, playing with your boyfriend’s hands.
“Noted, milaya.” He purred, feeling a drowsy sense of relaxation spreading throughout his body. “This sure is peaceful,” he murmured, sinking further in the bathtub, eyeing your naked body underneath the trembling surface of the water.
“Stop,” you laughed, noticing his gaze, swimming away from him and flicking some water in his face with your foot. Fyodor moved uncharacteristically face, grabbing your ankle and tugging you toward him, and pressing a kiss to your soft skin. You giggled shyly, hiding underneath the water.
Fyodor dunked his head underneath the water, meeting your eyes. You smiled at him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, dragging you against him. He pulled both of you out of the water, watching as it cascade down both of your bodies. You laughed merrily; Fyodor laid his head on your chest, closing his eyes and humming quietly. You caressed his head, diving back in the water when you felt a sudden chill caress your spine.
You kissed Fyodor lazily, watching with half-lidded eyes as he opened the tap to let more scalding water fill the tub around you.
You two cuddled in the warm water for hours, sometimes kissing, sometimes just laying in each others arms.
You were falling in and out of consciousness, and barely noticed Fyodor lifting you out of the now lukewarm water, drying you and slipping your pjs on you. He then carried you to bed, tucking the both of you in, carefully. You snuggled against his chest, and peacefully fell asleep, finally warm, Fyodor’s hand held tightly in yours.
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yeonjun w/ an inexperienced s.o
a/n: yooo the legendary yeonjun pic :P, anyways i decided to just follow the oldest member pattern I hope that’s ok anonnie :>
requested: yes!! thank uuu
tw/genre: cursing, fluff, campus au ig(?), fboi yeonjun kinda not really, insecurities so like minimal angst I suppose, tell me if I missed anything :]
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-ok so yeonjun. practically everyone has had a crush on him at least two times in their life
-you’ve heard of his charms and smooth-talking and thanked god every day he’s never talked to you because PHEW you had no idea how to respond to that holy moly
-ok once again we are at a party and yeonjun sees you and thinks ur super duper pretty and he’s like “omg isn’t that the person who made someone cry because they responded to ‘i love you’ w thanks?”
-and that only happened because you didn’t know to respond with “i love you too” or “aww thanks” so whateves but you’re pretty notorious for being clumsy with relationships and avoiding getting into them
-so he walks up to you and is like “hey” w rizz and he finds your awkwardness both endearing and refreshing
-the crowd he hangs around with are familiar with sucking up to people or being charming, being automatically magnetic, and in the nicest way possible you weren’t really like that
-but you two become friends and date congrats
-he thinks you’re the cutest ever like genuinely
-maybe it’s the virgo in him but he likes teaching you things or at least helping you through them
-like your first proper kiss or make out or whatever, he walks you through it without making it awkward or patronizing and you appreciate that
-he’s very open about your relationship, he wants you to know he doesn’t care if anyone has nasty opinions on the two of you, he’s proud to show you off
-lowk tho i do feel like he gets insecure if you don’t express your love or affection for him but he also understands so he’s super conflicted and aghhh
-but then ur friend is like “what about gift giving or expressing love in your own way?” and ur like “omg ur so right?”
-and so everyday you write sticky notes or little letters reminding him of all the reasons why you love him, or you do tiny acts and you explain “until I get more comfortable I want to show you I love you in my own way” and he cries
-like he actually cries it was kinda awkward but sweet at the same time, he really appreciates you making an effort for him
-so after that he really cherishes ur little expressions of love :) and then gets pissed if anyone says u don’t treat him right
-because nuh uh yes u do, in ur own way
-likes to fluster you on purpose though, thinks you look cutest when you’re flustered and confused
-he won’t make fun of you but he’ll tease you for sure (if ur ok with it), but he always somehow compliments you too??
-“how can someone as gorgeous as you be so inexperienced with relationships?” and ur not sure whether you feel called out or flattered
-takes you on lots and lots of dates so you can experience what it’s like having a nice boyfriend who’s good to you! he’ll make sure this relationship will be the standard and more for any future partners u have.
-(not like you’ll have anyone else you’re too in love w him)
-never misses a beat with you, because he’s so good at conversation and being a flirt it doesn’t matter if you can’t reciprocate cuz he’ll just carry the convo lol
-“uhhh thanks for the flowers yeonjun :]” i love u too.” “yo whaaaat” and he just winks and kisses ur cheek
-what a weird couple, anyways
-he likes to push you a little bit, not really for your relationship but because it’s amusing
-like if you want physical affection but feel too shy to ask for it he’ll play dumb until you get all pouty and sulky
-“please give me a kiss oh my god jun” “shshsh I’m sorry I was joking!!”
-one time at a party this girl was hardcore flirting with yeonjun and talking about how she LOVESSS pda and how she’s SOOO EXPERIENCED and how she knows how to treat a man and she’s doing this all in front of you, rlly testing your patience
-yeonjun just rolls his eyes and squeezes your hand that’s loosely being held in his, but before he knows it you dragged him by the collar to give him a kiss
-if love isn’t ur fuel for confidence, jealousy and spite sure is
-“good thing I have a partner who treats me perfectly,” yeonjun says after you do your little smooch n she’s so pissed ur giggling
-yeonjun always is like “You don’t have to,” or “take your time,” and “only if you want to, ok?”
-so you don’t have to worry about meeting his expectations, the only way to disappoint is if you don’t feel comfortable enough setting boundaries and then he’s disappointed in the both of you
-makes u feel like the safest ever but also so flustered and giddy
-ok bye I’m devastated why r u so cute in these
#txt fluff#txt drabbles#txt reactions#txt imagines#txt scenarios#txt x reader#yeonjun scenarios#yeonjun fluff#txt headcanons
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(sorry, english isn’t my first language) i’m not sure if you’re requests are open,but i wanted to tell you what an amazing writer you are.💜 you’re so gifted, i hope you never stop writing. could you do a Dom!rhea x inexperienced!fem fluffy smut. maybe like the readers first time, so rhea is supper attentive and caring… idk
just happy to be here😊
my requests are always open, but it might take me a while to get to them bc of my schedule but thank you so much, i’m glad you liked them!!! and of course i can, this is so sweet.
Gentle
rhea x fem!reader
content: super sweet rhea taking care of you in bed for your first time, super vanilla with an extremely tiny bit of praise.
You and Rhea were sat on the bed across from each other, she was sitting criss-cross while you were sitting on the side of your hip leaning on your hand. She was fiddling with your rings on your free hand while you listened to her talk.
“We can take it as slow as you need to,��� she started.
You were…not sure how you felt but you stated earlier that you were ready to go for it. The two of you had been dating for a good few months now and she never pushed you to do anything you didn’t want to but she always made some silly jokes with sexual undertones.
“Whenever you want to stop, just say so. I won’t do anything too crazy…yet,” she chuckled.
You laughed with her. She is always so caring about every aspect of your relationship, making sure you were okay in her big social events, making sure you got to your destination safely, and other things like that. You had never experienced such love before.
“Do you want a run down of what I am going to do or do you just want to play it by ear?” she continued.
“Hmm,” you thought as your heart thumped, “maybe… both? I’m not sure.”
“Well,” she scooted closer to you, “We’re gonna kiss that’s for sure. Then I’ll undress you, if that’s okay, of course, then-”
“Actually, I changed my mind. I’ll just go with the flow,” you spewed out.
“Okay baby, whatever you want. This is all on your terms,” she cupped your face rubbing her thumb over your cheek. She gave you a soft smile before kissing you.
“That’s so much pressure,” you looked down picking at imaginary lint.
“I know but it’ll be okay, I promise. I will not be upset if you want to stop,” she lifted your chin, “think of it this way, I’m doing most of the work, you just have to relax and enjoy, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you released a breath of relief remembering how good she was to you in everyday life, which made you feel better that it would be the same in this new situation.
“We’ll take it slow,” she kissed you again, “however slow you want,” kisses you again, “however long it takes,” she kissed your jaw, “this is just for you,” she continued to kiss down your neck as a shockwave sent through your body.
A small whimper escaped you but you stopped it immediately.
“No, don’t be shy, make all the noise you want, it’s more fun that way,” she said slyly. She kissed her way back up your neck to your lips.
You sat there a while, your lips dancing against hers. It wasn’t the first time you’ve made out, that’s happened a lot, but this time was different. It felt special, maybe because it was, but you knew that you had nothing to worry about.
“Lay down,” she whispered.
So you did and watched as she crawled on top of you, again this wasn’t the first time you were in this position but it felt like it was. Your hands roamed all over her back and muscular arms as one of her hands traced your body and sneaked its way under your shirt.
Slowly, she grazed her hand over your breast, “this okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded as you held her face and began to kiss her again.
She smiled into the kiss as she gave a small squeeze and went back to tracing your body.
You stayed in this position for a while, her hands finding any skin she could get in contact with as you writhed under her.
The tattooed hand snuck its way to your waistband, “Can I take these off?” she breathed.
You hesitated a bit looking into her icy blue eyes, “yes.”
A devilish smirk grew on her face as she pulled your pants off of you, she didn’t go too far though and decided against taking off your underwear.
You shivered at the cool air but it quickly went away when she placed herself back on top of you. She rested on her elbow as she laid on her side with her leg over yours, pulling you in tightly with her free hand.
“Still okay?” she moved a strand of your hair out of your face.
“Mhmm,” you nodded with a smile.
“Do you want to go further or stay here a while?”
You thought about it for a minute, moving your hand over her thigh.
“You can go further,” you hesitated.
“Okay, baby. If you want to stop, just tell me. Again this is at your pace, I’m here to please you,” her voice was low and calm which calmed you in the process.
You nodded your head, biting your lip. Her free hand felt its way down your chest, to your stomach and down to your center. She gently slid her hand down making contact with your clit ever so slightly. Your hips jerked a little. She chuckled before going back to kissing you. The hand repeated this movement a few more times before adding more pressure. After a few moments of that, she changed her hand’s position and began to draw small circles over your sensitive bud.
“This okay?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” you breathed.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yeah,” you said with a little more confidence.
She smiled into the kiss in response.
It’s not like you haven’t orgasmed before, but this was the first time someone else was doing it. So it didn’t take long for you to realize that the familiar feeling in your stomach was starting to form. You didn’t want to seem too desperate so you tried to hold off as long as you could.
Your hips were moving against her hand perfectly though and your breathing was becoming heavier, you weren’t sure if you could hold it. Small moans and whines have been escaping this whole time but they’ve gotten louder within the past few minutes.
“I know you want to,” she cooed, “don’t be shy now, princess. You’ve done so well for me.”
You didn’t know you liked praise until this very moment. Thankfully, the knot in your stomach finally released, “oh fuck,” you whimpered quietly. Your back arched, pushing your ribs into her as your nails dig into her muscular arm.
She let you ride it out as long as it took, watching you squirm under her, smiling and thinking of all the ways she could make you do this over and over and over.
Once you finally relaxed, she rested her head on her fist and landed her free hand on her side. You lolled to your back with your eyes closed, after realizing you unknowingly turned yourself into her during the process.
“How are you feeling?” she asked calmly.
“Good,” you turned to look at her with a small smile.
“Oh… well, next time I’ll make you feel great,” she giggled.
“Can’t wait.”
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uhm uhh i started talking about this and then i thought about it too much so i’m writing a post now about dethklok members and their childhood trauma and what it means to me yeah ok sorry it’s long, tw for basically like everything i guess
I really like how aside from animals and forces of evil and stuff each of the boys represent a very specific kind of childhood trauma that makes fucked up adults. And it’s not super explicit in the show but yeah we get into it.
First of all, Pickles is smart. And his entire problem is he’s too damn smart for his surroundings. He’s not book smart or school smart. His family has this plan lined up for him- you go to school, you get a job, you get married etc because that’s what NORMAL people do. But he’s not normal and that makes him not good enough. He’s not an addict because he’s stupid, he’s an addict because the kind of intelligence he has isn’t valued by his family or community, he’s a middle class midwestern average looking guy. He’s supposed to follow a set of rules. Being able to play basically any instrument? That’s not a VALUABLE skill. So he drinks. Cause that’s what you do in suburban hell, when there’s nothing left to do. And in Dethklok, the reason he finds true family is because they’re the ones that tell him in their stupid way, fuck that! We think you’re fucking smart! It doesn’t matter if you’re not good enough for those normie douchebags. You’re good enough for US. Fuck those assholes. You are valuable. I think Pickles represents people that were really devalued their whole lives because they were in the wrong place, with narrow-minded people. If you’re in his shoes, you need to remember, you do have value. You just need to find the family that sees that in you. You aren’t nothing. You matter.
Toki obviously has a lot of religious trauma, but also isolation. He’s made to believe from the beginning, it’s your job to serve. You will NEVER be important. You’re a worker. You lift heavy stuff. You organize. You pray. You lay down and take it because it’s what you deserve. You aren’t god, so you don’t deserve love. You should be seen and not heard. You should be invisible. And he’s so desperate to escape it that he never really gets to be a kid. He’s just a workhorse, and being childish or having fun is something that he can only do in secret, ashamed, his personality just stuffed down as small as possible. And when he finds Dethklok, this family that bullies him, yeah, but they LAUGH while they’re doing it, and they call him lazy, but yeah, they’re lazy too, he just. Wants to be a kid again. And then after he’s kidnapped he fully regresses because that experience fully threw him back in the hole he crawled out of, unexpectedly, back to the place where he feels he should be punished just for existing. He’s a good representation of how exhausting it is to be forced to be an adult before you’re ready. How much people don’t realize they should value their freedom to just PLAY and be SILLY, because not every kid does.
Skwisgaar has a couple things going on. He doesn’t have a dad, but that’s not really the issue. He thinks it is, but really, it’s more like he’s never experienced that people can care about each other without sex being involved. That’s why sex means nothing to him. He’s an endless void of sexual dissatisfaction, because he can’t actually connect with anyone he bangs. It’s just like playing his imagined frets- just energy he needs to get out, one way or another, anxiety and anger that needs any kind of release. Skwisgaar just loves music and being able to play whatever he wants, but also, I think Dethklok are the only people he can really care about, because they’re the only people he would absolutely NEVER have sex with. He’s forced to actually value them as people. He has no choice but to connect with them. He’s pretty narcissistic too, even more than the other members, and I think a lot of that comes from not being given enough attention as a kid. He has to put himself first because even his own mom was never going to. It wouldn’t really fit with the show, but I think Skwis is a good representation of people with sexual trauma, especially people who’s trauma makes them hyper sexual instead of the reverse. And Dethklok is a good family for him because they really don’t care how much he fucks, as long as he can play. His sexual prowess has zero value to them.
Nathan’s kind of fascinating because his trauma is just. One really messed up thing that he saw happen. That’s it. But that���s REAL, like it happens to a lot of people. You just experience one thing that was really horrible and it messed you up for life. You watch one accident or one train crash and it fills your mind so much, replaying over and over, it totally consumes you. He also has visions, which I think is a good metaphor for OCD or other disorders that mostly manifest internally. I think Nathan represents everyone that’s gotten sucked into darker stuff without really understanding why. Or people who are just born with depression or anxiety and there’s no “reason” behind it. And Dethklok LOVES that darkness in him. He’s the king, baby. He releases all that darkness into his lyrics, and because he has that release, in his regular day he’s able to be somewhat normal. He has an outlet that’s actually pretty healthy.
Murderface has my favorite backstory of all the boys, because his trauma is poverty. He lives in a trailer park in New Jersey with his grandparents (great-aunt-and-uncle? i don’t remember but it doesn’t matter.) He says that his big traumatizing event was his parents murder-suicide, but that’s not really what messed him up, he was an infant. He’s messed up because of how his life played out after that, totally out of his control. He had to with his geriatric family that completely didn’t want him. He was bullied in school because his grandma didn’t do laundry. He was gross and rude, because no one taught him proper hygiene or how to talk to people. He was a little shit because everyone treated him like shit. He never had a chance. He isolated himself because it’s easier to be alone, when you’re pretending that you chose to be alone. And he’s the best in regards to his found family arc, because he hates himself so much he fully didn’t realize until the very end of the story, that’s WHY Dethklok loves him. He sucks! He’s negative and bitchy and they need that! He has a home with them. They value his grossness, his whinyness, his bad attitude, how much he just hates everything. He’s such an annoying asshole that it’s actually really nice. He has a perspective that none of them have. He SUCKS. No one else in the world sucks the way he does.
Anyway. I just. Really like them. I really like that they’re all fucking messed up weirdos that found each other and love each other only the way that people who really can’t stand each other do.
#metalocalypse#pickles the drummer#nathan explosion#toki wartooth#skwisgaar skwigelf#william murderface#mtl
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HOPPING ON HERE AGAIN FOR ANOTHER SUPER LONG THEORY POST BOYSSSSS
Hello THOAM people! How are you all doing today? Good? Great? Did you just have one of the best days in your entire life and you are certain that nothing could possibly ruin it for you now??
WELL YOU ARE WRONG. /j I AM HERE TO RUIN IT ALL.
that is very much a joke I’m sorry I’m very high on adrenaline right now becAUSE THE NEW COVERS FOR ISSUE 9 JUST DROPPED AS I’M WRITING THIS OUT AND I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT AND I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS. So why don’t I just cut the dilly-dallying and get right on with it?
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So, first thing I wanna mention is Sonic’s current state and his relationship status. (You may take that as out of context as you want lol) Sonic is currently in an internal state of panic mixed in with exhaustion. MAJOR exhaustion! Bro had to rush to Omega’s aid right after fighting Shadow in a cave full of ice. If that’s not draining as heck then I have no idea what isn’t. And on top of all that, he not only almost killed Omega, but he also knows now that his friends have known what was going on with him for a while! Probably ever since the scene where him, Tails, and Knuckles went out for breakfast and he passed out at the table. (I can’t remember which issue that was atm. I think issue 3…?) In short, Sonic is experiencing a whole rollercoaster of emotions right now, and he isn’t even awake yet! As soon as he wakes up I theorize he’s gonna be asking everyone a lot of questions, and will then ask for elaborations on top of all the answers he receives! I also don’t think he will be as trusting of others anymore, since his friends all knew of his biggest kept secret for a long while now and nobody said or did anything about it!
Now combine that with the guilt he must feel for Omega… The last thing Sonic witnessed before passing out was him going on a rampage and almost killing the robot. He must not feel great about that…! 🫢 And his relationship with Team Dark will be relatively strained as well. I mean, aside from Rouge probably. She loves Omega, but knows the context behind the situation and doesn’t blame Sonic much for what happened, so I think she won’t change much around the Blue Blur. Though his relationship with Shadow was already strained before all that, so… Yeah.
ALRIGHT TIME TO TALK ABOUT CHIP WOOHOOOOOOOO
We all know now that Chip has finally experienced what I’m calling, “✨God Puberty✨”
(Imagine there are pretty pink sparkles floating around the name. Kinda like the classic “You’re watching Disney Channel” thing)
This ✨God Puberty✨ has essentially opened Chip’s eyes, and changes the game completely! Now we not only have a god on our side but also a god who has context! I believe Chip will try and guide Dark Gaia back to its sleeping state to restore balance like they usually do, as explained in the comic, but the attempt will backfire seeing as Dark Gaia was awoken prematurely by Dr. Eggman. (More on him in a second) Chip will keep trying, because they’re a big floofy funny god that just wants food and just went through ✨God Puberty✨ so they’ll naturally wanna keep this going at a peaceful rate. Because despite all of his power, Chip is still Chip. Just a smol bitty guy who wants ice cream. With the addition of being a god. Sonic will then of course have to step in, leading to him getting his Gaia energy taken away and him being free of this curse, and then the events of the game finale play out as normal. Probably. It’s getting late now and I’m getting tired so my brain energy is wavering so idk exactly if that’s what will happen but it’s some food for thought I suppose.
NOW WE CAN FINALLY TALK ABOUT EGGMAN OH MY GOSH YES LET’S TALK ABOUT THE PATHETIC EGG-SHAPED SCIENTIST THAT WE CALL A MAN MADE OUT OF EGGS
To keep this short and simple, I’ll discuss Eggman within the context we have based solely on the new covers alone. Meaning the only speculation I’ll be doing is based off of those and the last few times we’ve seen the guy in the comic. Which actually was… A long time ago, actually. If I’m remembering correctly, that is. I could be wrong. ANYWHIZZLE LEMME STOP JABBERING AND LET’S GET ON WITH THE THEORIZING-
So the first cover shows a new, most likely final form of Sonic’s, encasing Eggman in a cracked eggshell while using his claws. Or more specifically, there is Eggman, acting as an egg yolk, sitting in a puddle of egg whites with the shell on each side of him, while Sonic’s Gaia claws slowly close in on him in the back. Sonic is staring at him menacingly, his anger and frustration reaching a boiling point due to all the stress he’s most likely experiencing combined with the Dark Gaia energy within him. This cover makes me assume that this issue is gonna act as the final battle against Eggman, a final “Screw you!” To the fat man in red. Obviously, Eggy ain’t going down without a fight, as shown in the next cover, but we’ll get to that in a minute.
The first cover suggests that Eggman is gonna be the main role of the issue, and that he’s gonna get his ass kicked. Sonic is gonna confront him, fully transform into his final Werehog form due to anger and stress, and we’ll then move onto the next issue probably. Again, I’m getting tired so this theory is getting pretty sloppy.
Now onto cover numero dos! I love this cover honestly, and it’s literally only because Knuckles and Tails are seen defending a transforming Sonic from Eggman. They are literally using themselves as like. A meat shield. Normally I’d be like “Oh no what happened????” But right now all I can think is “Omg ✨Brothers✨ 🤩”
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AGAIN IM GETTING VERY TIRED NOW SO I WILL UNFORTUNATELY END THIS HERE AND WILL NOW GO BRUSH MY TEETH BUT HOPEFULLY I WILL REMEMBER TO COME BACK AND ELABORATE TOMORROW IF I HAVE THE TIME. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING, IT MEANS A TON THAT YOU TOOK THE TIME OUT OF THE DAY TO DO THAT.
oki ima go sleeb now thank you bai
The art for the covers was great btw I just wanted to let you know it’s absolutely wonderful I could look at it all day
you're gonna love what's gonna happent his issue, i can tell!!!!!!
only um. i think you were wayyy too tired so you confused sonic with metal sonic. either that ur ur just very polite to metals insistance that he is the real sonic.
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Crosshair Headcanons - Spicy
A/N: sorry i’ve been gone for a while! i’ve been writing something that i’m pretty excited about (but won’t be ready for a while)! anyway, how about this week’s episode?
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General
Crosshair’s pretty tall, and his dick is likely proportionate. Similar to Tech, he’s probably around 9 inches, but he isn’t very thick. That’s not to say that he doesn’t know what he’s doing with it, though
Similar to the rest of the batch, Crosshair isn’t very experienced. He’s the least social of them all, so it makes sense that he hasn’t had any partners
That’s not to say he’s not interested in sex - he is. But unlike other clones, he can’t really treat it casually. Because he’s not a typical clone, and because he’s especially sensitive - being naked and vulnerable in front of a random person makes him feel a little sick
It’s probably because of his status as a member of the bad batch - the constant rejection and harassment by the other clones really got to him, especially since a lot of that harassment had to do with how he was physically different. And then, once his squad, the only people that he had a true emotional connection with, left him - it’s safe to say that he was very insecure and wouldn’t be interested in being so vulnerable with just anyone
At the same time, Crosshair craves connection, and especially physical touch. Because he’s so closed off, he never really allowed himself to initiate any physical touch himself - even with his squad, even platonically. To call him touch starved would be an understatement
In order to enter a sexual relationship with him, trust would have to be established beforehand. The longer that Crosshair is with the Empire, the lower the threshold is for the level of trust - the Empire treats him so horribly that any sliver of kindness is appreciated above what’s normal
Crosshair isn’t super experienced, but he lets his instincts guide him. At first, it might seem like Crosshair is only seeking his own pleasure - he likes to get himself off first, after all. But that’s because he doesn’t want anything distracting him while he takes care of you
He doesn’t take kindly to demands in the bedroom. He has a way of handling things, and especially in the early stages of your relationship, he can get snappy if you tell him that you need something different, or that you want to add something new (later, as you become more open outside of the bedroom, he’s more open to suggestions)
Crosshair initially is against most kinky things. He’s a little intimated and worried that maybe you think he isn’t enough, and that’s why you have to add extra elements. However, once you two talk through it, he’s alright with dipping into a bit of kink. Once he tries it, though? He’s hooked
Crosshair can have a lot of stamina when there’s need for it. Yes, when you two initially start having sex, he gets off very quickly and then spends more time on you. However, once he gets used to stable and consistent intimacy, he learns how to control himself - he can go for quite a while, and can often go for multiple rounds, as well
Crosshair tends to prefer topping. It’s mostly because he likes things done a certain way, and also because it’s a way he can have control in a life where a lot of seems out of his control
Initially, he’s not very vocal in bed beyond some moans and other low noises - he’s not a very talkative person in general. But, if you ask him to talk to you, and you react well to it? Crosshair quickly learns that he’s very good at dirty talk
Top/Dominant Crosshair
Initially, Cross isn’t one for foreplay. But, once he gets more comfortable in the bedroom, he prefers to finger you. He may even want to make you come multiple times just on his fingers, just to see how much of a wreck you can get before he even fucks you
Cross also starts out rather vanilla. He likes to be on top, and he’s dominant to some degree, but he’s more focused on just being with you rather than introducing any new power dynamics to the bedroom
However, once you ease him into kink and he gets more comfortable with you, he finds that he really does enjoy some aspects of BDSM. Maybe it’s because it’s reclaiming some of the structure of the Empire in a way that he can control, in a way that’s healthy and full of love instead of harmful
One thing he definitely won’t do is hurt you - he refuses to even spank you. He’s been hurt too much to want to hurt someone else, even if you ask for it. Especially considering his temper, and how hard it was to control at one point... he just doesn’t feel comfortable doing that
However, he does love giving commands. If you’re open to it, he would love to give you commands to follow during the day - picking out your outfits, giving you a certain amount of photos to send over the holo throughout the day, commands not to touch yourself unless you ask for permission, those sorts of things. The fact that you are willing giving up this control, and that it’s a testament to the trust you have for each other is really what gets him going
He’s not as interested in things like bondage and sensory deprivation - he’s happy that you enjoy those things, and will gladly incorporate them if you want, but they don’t really get him excited
He’s definitely more of a power dynamic dominant. He likes seeing you squirm because he told you not to touch yourself, or blush because he picked out lingerie for you and it’s just a little more revealing than you would have chosen for yourself
He’s also not the kind of dominant that prioritizes his own pleasure above all. Yes, he does love telling you how to pleasure him, and fucking you until you turn into a puddle under him - but he also likes to seek your pleasure
His favorite position definitely depends on the type of partner he ends up with. For shyer partners, he loves something like cowgirl, where gets to see you open up in a way you don’t usually. For more bratty partners, he prefers something like doggy style, so he can fuck the disobedience out of you
Speaking of that - if you are a brattier partner, it would be best to discuss that with Cross beforehand. The first few times, he likely won’t understand that it’s a part of the powerplay, and will actually stop because he isn’t sure if you actually enjoy it all
And when it comes to dirty talk... Crosshair can do it all. That part isn’t for him - it’s all based on what you want, whether that’s praise or degradation. He gets very into it, especially if you’re very responsive to it
Bottom/Submissive Crosshair
Good fucking luck unlocking sub!Cross. That shit is exclusive and premium content
But.... it’s not impossible
You need to be very close to him for him to give up control like that. He has a lot of trauma surrounding not being able to make his own decisions, and the few decisions he has made on his own, he feels have all been wrong
You need to ease him into this, very gradually and slowly, and with a lot of preparation. For the first few scenes, you will likely need to explain in excruciating detail what will happen to him, when, and how, so that he doesn’t tap out. It requires a lot of planning and patience
But, once Crosshair gives up that control - it really is something beautiful. It means he trusts you, completely and fully, which is so, so difficult for him to do
He needs a gentle touch, and although he likely takes on a bit of a bratty personality at first, if you treat him right, with love and care and a lot of attention to his needs and desires - he will literally just melt for you
Crosshair will not admit that sometimes he goes so completely lax that he’s just laying there and enjoying the attention - but he can definitely get there
He ends up really enjoying things like bondage and sensory deprivation if they’re done to him - especially blindfolds. He relies so heavily on sight as a sniper that taking it away from him really allows him to relax and feel so much more. Those are absolutely the wildest sessions
Just like when he’s dominant, Crosshair doesn’t like any sort of impact play or things that involve harm. He likely thought he would enjoy it at first, but found that things like choking and spanking just make him more anxious
Even if he’s subbing for the session, Crosshair isn’t really one for bottoming. Like, at all. If you brought it up, and the two of you were close enough, he would try it, but he just doesn’t enjoy it as much
Crosshair prefers praise to degradation. At first, he likely doesn’t enjoy the praise, as he finds it hard to imagine it being true, with how horrible his self image is. But, the longer you keep at it, and the more he hears it... maybe he starts to believe it too
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Front-Seat Driver || K.K.
[ ❥ ] PAIRING: Kurt Kunkle x fem!Reader
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[ ❥ ] SYNOPSIS: You have a blind date tonight, but on your way there, your Spree driver decides he has other plans. (PWP)
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[ ❥ ] WORD COUNT: 2.6k
[ ❥ ] WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, PWP, swearing, kidnapping, almost murder, erotophonophilia (murder kink), dacryphilia (crying kink), p in v sex, sex-tape/recording sex, manipulation??, f oral sex, masturbation, fingering.
[ ❥ ] INCLUDES: Way too much exposition skip skip skip no one cares, psycho!Kurt, dom!Kurt, sub!Reader, Kurt slurping up your tears yum yum, Kurt slurping up a lot of your body fluids in fact, Kurt weirdly being an experienced sex God??,
[ ❥ ] REQUESTED: No
[ ❥ ] NOTES: Here’s a scrap fic I decided to finish so I have more than one thing posted on here (unedited btw i'm so tired). Kurt isn’t SAing you in this btw,, also sorry I was inactive for forever my computer #broke so I couldn't write for weeks ❤
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Air blows softly from your fan, a slow buzz coming from the corner of your room where the fan sits. A citrus candle melts slowly on a shelf, the flicking flame visible in the corner of your eye.
You look at yourself in the mirror, checking if everything was perfect. Is my hair good enough? Is my makeup smudged? Does this outfit look weird? I think I need more perfume. I’ll spray some more.
You wait nervously for your Spree to arrive, fidgeting with your hair with clammy hands. You bite at some loose skin on your lip and feel yourself holding a breath. You haven’t been on a date in almost a year now, and the fact that it was a blind date didn’t make it any better. Why did you agree to this?
You fidget with your hands, pacing around the room quickly, trying to calm your nerves. You think of all the possible ways this could go wrong. There were a lot of ways.
You hear a horn honk from outside your house. Your Spree is here.
You run to grab your phone and purse and shake the last of your nerves off. You blow out your candle and click the fan off, before starting downstairs. The tap of your heels on the tile floor as you approach the kitchen stress you out. You drink a glass of water, take a deep breath, and leave your house before your Spree cancels.
A light gray car sits idly on your driveway. The blackout windows keep you from seeing who was inside, leaving you a little on edge. The app says his name is Kurt. Your hands fidget as you slowly step toward the car’s back door. You swallow deeply before opening the door.
“Kurt?” you ask. You stand outside the car holding the door open as you await a reply.
You crouch down a little to get a look at his face as he turns around to look at you. With a smile, he speaks, “Yep! I’m Kurt from KurtsWorld96, you probably know me.”
The first thing you notice about him is his unique smile. His eyes and his nose scrunch up and his chin tips up slightly. It was like a little kid’s smile. He has a little kid’s haircut too. It’s shaggy and brown and has uneven bangs.
You furrow your brows as you step hesitantly into his car. You notice cameras on every window.
“I hope you don’t mind the cameras.” He straightens his posture, looking behind him to reverse his car out of your driveway, “I need them for safety reasons. Go ahead and take a bottle of water and relax.”
“I-I’m good,” you stammer. He lets out an exasperated sigh in response.
A few minutes of silence go by of you fidgeting and sweating in the backseat of his car. I don’t think I’ve been nervous like this in a while. Is it hot in here?
His cheery voice interrupts the silence, “Soo… where are you going? Like, I know you’re going to a restaurant, but what are you doing there?” He stammers nervously. You see his thumb start to caress the steering wheel slowly.
“My friend set me up on a blind date.” You start to rub the back of your neck, “I haven’t even been on a normal date in over a year, so I’m super nervous.”
You see the driver’s eyebrow twitch slightly in his mirror, “Well I’m glad you didn’t drink that water then, because I’m also supposed to go on a blind date at that restaurant tonight.”
He’s glad I didn’t drink the water? What?
“I guess it’s a not-so-blind date now.” He chuckles nervously, gripping his steering wheel tightly.
“Yeah.” You fake out a laugh.
I can’t believe this guy is my blind date. He’s so… weird.
You sit in silence for the rest of the drive. A thick and uncomfortable silence. The kind of silence that you know you both can feel. It was the longest three minutes of your life.
Kurt speeds past the restaurant the two of you were supposed to meet at.
“Kurt? You just passed the restaurant.”
Kurt gives you a look in his mirror, “I know.”
He presses his foot harder on the gas pedal, and you push back in your seat slightly.
“Kurt, where are we going?” Your knee bounces as you try to study your surroundings through the night’s dark filter.
He tilts his head to the right, “I thought maybe we could go somewhere else instead. Fancy restaurants aren’t really my thing.” He gives the camera a look.
You scoff, “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, Kurt please turn back.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you ramen or something.” He gives another look to the camera.
Your face contorts into a confused mess, “Are we going to your house?”
He looks at you again through the mirror, “Yeah obviously, where else would I be taking you?” He rolls his eyes and puts them back on the road.
You kick his seat in frustration, “I don’t know, a park, or maybe the restaurant we were planning to go to in the first place?”
He rolls his eyes, “Just relax, we aren’t even that far from my house now.”
You sit back in your seat, defeated and arms crossed. It’s useless to argue with him now, this man is clearly insane.
After a few more miles, he pulls into his driveway and puts the car in park. He takes his keys out of the ignition and turns around to look at you, “We’re here.” He smiles his stupid little boy smile. He turns back around and grabs his phone from its holder. He opens his car door and steps out, walking up to your door and opening it too, “After you,” he sings sarcastically, waving his arm in a polite way.
You sit still with your arms crossed, refusing to move.
Kurt rolls his eyes, “Come on, get out of the car.”
“No.”
He moves closer to you, reaching his arm over your chest to find the seatbelt, “Come on-”
You push his arms away from you, “No, I’m not getting out!”
He insists, reaching again for the seatbelt, fighting you to get it off. The seat belt clicks, and he starts pulling you out of the car.
“No!” you yell, “Let go of me!”
He’s surprisingly strong and manages to pull you out of the car. You hit your head on the concrete, hard, and you barely have enough time to recover before he picks you up bridal style.
He moves toward the front door with you in his arms and spends a solid minute trying to unlock it without setting you down. He pushes his front door open and carries you to his room. You lay helplessly in his arms, barely conscious.
You hate to admit it, but this is something you’ve fantasized about over and over. Your weird obsession with psychotic characters has corrupted how you think, and you feel almost turned on by this.
“Kurt,” you mutter under your breath, “Kurt, where are we?”
He sets you gently on his bed and kneels next to your helpless body, “We’re in my room.” You see what you think is a smile creep onto his face.
He stands up and walks toward a tripod set up in the center of the room. He places his phone in it and rambles to the camera.
He looks back at you and starts to walk over. He kneels next to his bed to look at you and places a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb, “You’re so beautiful.” He brushes your hair off of your forehead and presses a kiss to it. He gives you a different smile than usual. A smile with eyes coated in intimacy and eyebrows pressed together with desire. Nothing like that little boy smile you thought was so unique.
He studies you through narrow lids, his hand moving from your cheeks to the deep indent in your waist. The sudden heat on that sensitive spot sends a shock down your legs, and you let out a soft whimper. You squeeze your legs closer together at the sudden heat forming in your pants. Kurt notices, shifting his gaze to your lower half. He looks up at his ceiling, chewing on his lip.
“I was going to kill you,” he looks back down at your face and looks you in your eyes, “but that was before I knew I could make use of you.”
You turn away from him and bury your face in his sheets, letting out a quiet whimper. A single tear leaves your eye and absorbs into the fabric.
Kurt shushes you and caresses the top of your head with his hand. He plants a small kiss on the top of your head and grabs your face violently, that action directly contrasting his gentle kiss. He forces you to look at him in his eyes. You feel another tear forming in the corner of your eye. It falls slowly down your cheek, and Kurt sticks his tongue out to lick it away.
“Salty,” he purrs.
A sudden need for him washes over you, your clit tingling at the thought of your walls wrapped warmly around his erection. You barely even know the guy, but somehow he’s got you wrapped tightly around his finger.
“Fuck me, Kurt,” you whisper in a low, raspy tone.
Kurt flinches backward slightly at your sudden submission and smiles. His hand travels down your stomach and into the opening of your skirt. Two of his fingers slowly massage your clit on top of your panties. You bite back a moan and throw your head back slightly into his pillows. His fingers push their way under the hem of your panties and slowly press themselves through your entrance. A soft moan manages to escape your lips.
“Like that?” he breathes.
You nod shakily and practically beg him on top of you with your eyes. You grab onto his shoulder for support and grind into his curling fingers, pushing yourself in and out hungrily. Breathy moans escape your mouth every time you feel the shockwaves from Kurt’s fingertips curling inside your walls.
He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and you give him a quiet whimper. He pushes you away and stands up, sucking your juices off of his fingers.
“You taste so good,” he coos.
You stare up at Kurt and watch him take his shirt off, throwing it carelessly across the room. He steps back toward his bed and mounts himself on top of you, his legs on either side of your hips and his arms pinning your wrists to the mattress.
Kurt presses your lips together softly. He quickly pulls away, leaving you leaning in, begging for more. Kurt starts moving his lips down your body. He sucks the teary flavor from your cheeks and leaves dark hickies along your neck and collarbone. He pulls your shirt down and sucks on each breast hard. His tongue swirls around each nipple, the wet warmth of his mouth sending a twitch to your legs. Each breast is left with a dark magenta spot where his mouth had just been. He leaves gentle kisses down your stomach and stops at the hem of your skirt.
Kurt flips your skirt up and kisses each of your thighs. You push your hips up slightly, and he kisses the wet spot on your panties. A gentle finger caresses your clit, teasing you.
He slides your panties off your body and sets each of your legs on his shoulders to get perfect access to his meal. He flicks the tip of his tongue teasingly on your clit, causing you to flinch. He licked his lips and soon Kurt had his face buried between your thighs.
His tongue made laps around your entrance, going in and out slowly. He flicked at your clit causing you to moan his name every time. He kissed and sucked at the fleshy pink and slurped at your juices. Your back arched every time he found your sweet spot, and eventually, he was only going over that spot. Shockwaves sent down your thighs causing you to press your hips closer into his face.
Kurt stops with one last kiss on your clit and crawls back up to your face. He presses his lips onto yours and lets you taste yourself in his mouth. He starts grinding his hips into your body, and you quickly attempt to pull off his belt. You throw his belt across the room and tear off his jeans. Kurt slides his boxers off and frees his growing erection, precum already shining on the tip. You grab his dick and start slowly pumping. Kurt groans into your mouth, sending vibrations down your throat.
“Oh God, please just put it in,” you beg breathlessly. You let go of his cock, and he slowly presses himself through your entrance.
You let out a breathy moan at the first insertion, and he starts slowly setting a pace. You feel yourself sinking into his cock. You bang your hips together and you moan Kurt’s name every time he finds your g-spot. Your nails dig into his back, and you pull his hips down harder, swearing and moaning his name desperately.
The both of you are panting and whining by the time he says he’s close.
“Oh god, baby I think I’m close,” he moans, “F-fuck. Keep going, just like that.” He stammers and stutters, barely able to form sentences.
“Me too baby, keep going, please.” You desperately try to press him into you deeper each time, but his thrusts are getting sloppy. Your wetness squelches every time he sinks his dick into you.
“F-fuuck, that’s it,” he cries out, his chest heaving heavily, “Oh my god, I’m about to cum.”
He thrusts faster and faster, getting closer every time. You feel the tingle crawling up your thighs, signaling you’re close.
You throw your head back into the pillows, craving the sweet release. His last thrust hit the spot perfectly, and you’re engulfed in an all-consuming orgasm, your entire vision going white and your vocal cords almost bursting from your last moan.
You feel Kurt’s warm cum fill you up, and the moan he lets out nearly gives you a second orgasm.
His muscles barely hold him up over your body and you can see sweat daring to drip off his chin and splatter on your chest. One does manage to drip off and land right in your cleavage. It almost burns.
He pants heavily over you, not daring to make eye contact. You see strands of hair stuck to his forehead and you push them away revealing his eyes. He fixes his gaze on you, his pupils dilating entirely, and he presses himself into you giving you a sloppy kiss.
He pulls away and lets his head dangle, a hot breath finding its way on your neck. “Fuck, that was good,” he rasped. You manage a weak hum in response.
He slowly slides himself out of you. He can barely balance himself as he stands up and hobbles weakly to his camera. You hear him speak to his audience, but it’s all muffled. Your head still hurts and you’re still experiencing the after-shock of it all.
Kurt turns his camera off and stands over you.
“Want a water?” He asks.
“What?”
“You look exhausted, do you want some water.”
“Okay, sure.”
He goes to the other side of his room and retrieves a bottle of water from a corner of his room. He hands it to you and you drink it slowly.
Huh, it tastes kind of funny.
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[ ❥ ] ~ KEERY PARADISE
#kurt kunkle#kurtsworld96#kurt kunkle x reader#kurtsworld96 x reader#kurt x reader#spree#spree 2020#joe keery#joe keery x reader#kurt kunkle smut#kurtsworld96 smut#the lesson#kurt kunkle x you#kurtsworld96 x you#kurt kunkle fic#kurtsworld96 fic#spree movie#kurt kunkle one shot#im so sorry for this its all I have to post right now#unedited
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Hello! If you could do another matchup with Gale, since you mentioned that you nearly shipped me with him too, I'd really appreciate it! Thanks so much sweetie ^-^
I'm an autistic girl who also has adhd, asthma and chronic joint pain. I work as a librarian currently and am simultaneously very smart and scholarly and also full of energy. I'm definitely the sunshine person in a group, I love taking care of people and I'm very good at making other people laugh, I have a very dry witty sense of humor. I'm also super short, 4' 10"/147 cm, but I can get kinda insecure about it when dating. I have a very boyish style, long wavy auburn hair that floofs up around my head, glasses and I'm pale and covered in moles and freckles. I also love being out in nature, and if I can't be I bring nature to me, I have tons of houseplants.
Thank you so so much, have a great day!!
Sorry this took so long hun! Had to take a quick break from working through matchups but I'm hoping to get a couple more done so thanks so much for your patience on this~!
With that being said here's how I think things could go with...
I know we talked about how Halsin would appreciate you, but we know who else would love you - Gale!
The lovestory here damn near writes itself, especially given your current occupation. I mean where better for Gale to stumble upon love than a place teeming with potentially valuable and intriguing knowledge? More than likely this is where the two of you first cross paths - perhaps he’s come in looking for information on whatever subjects got his head racing with a thousand and one questions that need answers; or maybe he’s searched high and low for a specific subject material and this is his next stop in the hopes of finding it. Whatever it is, the guy comes for books, and stays for you. Because gods if his first meeting with you doesn’t stop the wizard in his tracks.
Your sharp mind is absolutely the first thing that draws him to you. You match his conversation topics and questions with a certainty and enthusiasm that speaks highly of your quick wit. You’re eager to indulge him as well, a welcoming ear to pass the time as you work,and because you seem to actually enjoy listening to him talk. Perhaps he gets a little carried away talking your ear off, but you don’t mind do you? What really gets him in the end is the smile that you flash at him before he leaves. That smile of yours is blinding, like the sun itself crinkles in the corners of your eyes and the curve of your lips when it's directed at him.
Of course he finds excuses to come around after this, both before and after you’re together. If it’s before then it’s all under one pretense or another. Oh, he just so happens to be out of interesting reading material! Perhaps you could recommend some to him? Or he needs some help finding a specific tome and the aisle that it’s located in (as though this man doesn’t know any library like the back of his hand by like the third visit - I mean this is Gale we’re talking about.) Even after you pair get together he’ll make a point to come and see you, but he’s far less subtle about wanting to do it just to see you - spending time with you on your breaks and departing with a kiss or two as an incentive to help you get through the rest of the work day.
Okay this is a personal hc but I’m pretty sure that Gale often deals with joint and back pain himself, so he understands a little of what you’re experiencing. When the chronic pain becomes overwhelming he’ll insist on you resting, attempting to ease the aches in your joints as best as he can with the stuff he keeps on hand at home. Goes overboard with research into spells that could help to offer a modicum of relief for your pain, or find a potionmaker who can give you something to ease the severity of the discomfort that you’re in. Whatever it takes to take some of that pain away from you Gale will do it - he can’t help but worry that whatever he’s doing isn’t enough sometimes but the sheer care this man puts into your wellbeing means a lot.
You say you love making people laugh, but you know what Gale loves more? Hearing you laugh. He’ll always throw in your jokes with a couple of his own; granted most of them are groan-worthy and some downright terrible, but so long as they get a smile out of you he considers it a job well done. Just about melts at the sound of your laughter, as though your laugh alone is enough to make him fall all over again. Gets this love struck puppy look in his eyes drinking in the sight, but he will fluster if you ask him what he’s looking at.
Another guy who understands that while it’s a sweet thing that you enjoy caring for others, sometimes you’ve got to take some time to yourself. If Gale sees that you’re potentially overworking yourself he’ll just straight up guide you away from it, gently assuaging your protests or worries with assurances that whatever you have to finish will always be there once you return. That being said he is a huge hypocrite of losing time in his own work and needs to be reminded sometimes that he needs to take breaks, so hopefully you’ve got that down pat with the tactics you know to lure him away from what he’s doing. Also Gale strikes me as the kind of partner who would come prepared with the little things that come through in a pinch. Considering you wear glasses I just know that he’d carry some cleaning cloths for them around for you. You don’t always need the kinds of things he brings along, but the little proud ‘aha!’ he lets out when you do need them is just too cute.
Another 👏freckle👏appreciator👏. He’ll try to be smooth, pointing out patterns on your skin that match constellations and patterns in the stars that he recognizes, offering to trace the shape of them along your freckles to show you the similarity. Really it’s an excuse to cuddle up next to you and bask in your warmth as his fingers glide over every freckle and mole that you’ll allow him to touch. Good luck if you’re ticklish; he'll try to feign innocence if you laugh or squirm when his hand slides over any ticklish parts, but there’s no way he can keep a straight face about it, trying to hide his smile in the crook of your shoulder.
Gale is very much a ‘bring the nature to him’ kind of partner, in the sense that he’s far more on board with bringing the aspects that you love from the outside back into a far more familiar environment. And who doesn’t love being able to nurture your love of nature in the comfort of you own home? He’s had one or two plants at his home that are mostly self-sustaining, but as time goes on and you begin to integrate yourself more and more with his life, this number will quickly multiply. Hanging plants become especially prevalent throughout the entirety of his home, both because they don’t run the risk of accidentally being knocked over, and because the life they breathe into the place makes his tower feel a lot homier and cozy. Will tell you now that Gale WILL have plant favorites - he will get invested in its care and will keep that thing on his favorite windowsill with adequate access to necessities. (you may have also caught him using his magic a couple of times to give the lil thing a boost when he thinks you’re not looking - a fitting use for a master of the weave I’m sure.)
#baldurs gate 3 x reader#bg3 x reader#bg3#baldurs gate 3#gale dekarios#gale x reader#bg3 gale x reader#bg3 gale#bg3 match up#baldurs gate match up#juno art#tolkien-fantasy
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It’s actually wild because Jily is super, super popular right now and yet the jily stans instead of enjoying the ships once again rise in popularity just hate and cry on jegulus still . I’m a firm believer in ship who you want but also let others just carry on? The jegulus hate is like seriously angry and seriously obsessive instead of simply muting jegulus tags? Jegulus isn’t harming anyone and as I much as I want to respect all humans some of the stuff I’ve seen the jily shippers write IS harming people not about the ship itself but there means to attack the people who ship something different? I don’t know does anyone else think the passionate hate is a little odd?
sorry this might seem random but I seen a lot of jily shippers crying in yours asks.
Hi!
Well, firstly, I think it's probably just one person being a jerk.
But really, I think this is a case of the vocal minority. I'd like to think that most people in fandoms, but in fandoms like this one especially, are good people. This is a group of mostly-queer, mostly-young, mostly-nerdy people who have probably all experienced hatred and negativity. I'd like to think that most of us only want to bring positivity and love to this space.
But unfortunately, the small group of people who want to bring hate are much more vocal. So, we have to choose to not let them bother us and just be louder. Fuck them.
(Also I think it's so funny you say Jily is so popular because I'm so wrapped up in my little corner of the internet that I thought Jegulus was IT right now.)
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Sorry but a can you do lee!Cartman and ler!stan, kyle, and Kenny? Sorry if this is confusing, I love your fics and I’m sorry I requested this, I really love him😭😭
-One of your fans❤️
Awww nonnie you are literally soooo sweet. And it’s fine literally ask for all the Cartman tickles you want. I will always deliver! I hope you like it!
Also I had no clue how to write Kenny’s muffles so next time 😭
Not Ticklish
Word Count: 609
Lee!Cartman/Ler!Stan, Ler!Kyle, Ler!Kenny
Cartman claims he isn’t ticklish but like we all know that’s a lie.
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The boys were hanging out at Stan’s house. They were in the living room watching Terrance and Phillip. Or at least they were trying to watch Terrence and Phillip. Stan and Kyle were play-fighting and tickling each other as per usual.
And at this point Cartman was used to it. He had gotten pretty good at tuning them and their gay ass antics out. But this was the last straw. He couldn’t hear the television over their stupid giggling and laughing.
“I’m so glad I’m not a ticklish little pussy like you guys,” The bigger boy muttered scooting closer to the TV.
At this point Kenny and Cartman had decided to sit on the floor since the other two boys were taking up the couch with their antics.
“Shut up fatass,” Kyle retorted.
Honestly, he was surprised they could fucking hear because he couldn’t.
“Yeah everyone is ticklish,” Stan said matter of factly.
“Not me,” Cartman replied, rolling his eyes.
“Okay, prove it. Me and Kyle do this all the time. Keep your arms up and if you really aren’t ticklish then you won’t laugh or anything,” The raven haired boy challenged.
“Maybe that’s how you super boyfriends or whatever the fuck you call yourselves like to spend your time but not me.” The brunette shot back.
“Dude if you aren’t ticklish then it shouldn’t matter!” Kenny added, taking his attention off the television.
“No…it’s okay guys. He’s probably lying anyway,” Stan concluded in annoyance. The other two boys nodded in agreement. They were going to just drop it and go back to watching TV.
“I am not!” Cartman wouldn’t necessarily count it as lying. His mom tickled him a little before but at most he squirmed away a little bit. It was nowhere near the reaction he’s seen his friends give to being tickled. So he was sure he had this little “challenge” in the bag.
“Okay fatass, then put your arms up!” Kyle responded.
“Fine but this is super gay,” Cartman grumbled walking on his knees toward the couch and lifting his arms.
Stan shot his fingers into the larger boy’s underarms and started scribbling. This caused Cartman to squeal and immediately try to retreat.
“See! I knew he was lying! Guys don’t let him escape! Grab his arms!” Stan shouted.
The two other boys immediately sprang to action to not let the brunette escape, holding him in place . They couldn’t… scratch that…they wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to put Cartman in his place.
This was way more than he expected. This was what those two were willingly doing to each other on a regular basis. He felt like he was being tortured. This was awful. He needed this to stop now.
“Okahahay, yohohou guhuhuys wihihin! Gehehet ohohohff alreheheheady!” The bigger boy demanded. He hated to admit defeat so early but what the actual fuck? He never experienced anything like this.
“Dude! Stan barely even tickled you!” The blond chuckled.
“Yeah, we finally found someone who’s more ticklish than me,” Kyle teased.
“Trust me. No one is more ticklish than you,” Stan said, not stopping the tickle attack.
The redhead growled playfully before pouncing on his best friend resuming their play fighting from before.
Normally this is when Cartman would tease them for how gay they are but honestly he was glad they turned their attention back on each other. He sat back up still trying to stop the residual giggles that were threatening to slip out.
“What was that you were saying again about not being ticklish?” Kenny teased. Cartman couldn’t see it but he definitely knew that the blond was wearing a shit eating grin.
“Shut up, Kenny!”
#south park tickles#Lee!Cartman#Ler!Stan#Ler!Kyle#Ler!Kenny#I’m sorry it’s so short. I really hope you like it#I really wanted to get this out bc this came to me and I kinda like it#But next time I’ll write a longer fic hand to god#also I’m posting without proofreading as thoroughly bc I’m really tired
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Could we get a giacomo with a first timer?
hi ! yes of course ! this is a super different prompt for me, but i hope you enjoy it ! ^^
A/N: i wrote this and then autosave stopped working, so i had to write it again. then autosave stopped working AGAIN, so i ended up writing this about 5/6 times in the end. sorry about that!
i think gia isn’t super experienced either, he’s only had one or two partners before you. but he’s still more experienced than you - and that means setting the pace and making sure you’re comfortable throughout the whole thing.
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he had you laying down on his bed, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your cheek as he kissed you. but, you tilted your head away from him, breaking the kiss. you wanted to tell him that you’d never been touched before, you were completely new to this, and you thought he should know, so he can go a little gentler with you. you just hoped it wouldn’t be a deal breaker.
“wait, gia…”
he pulled back, looking over you with concern.
“hm? what’s up? everythin’ okay?”
“yeah, it’s just… i feel like i should tell you before we go any further.. it’s my first time.”
he looked over you with an expression you weren’t sure you’ve ever seen before, and he stayed quiet for a few seconds.
“i’m your first, huh?”
and there it was. that shit-eating smirk. knowing he was going to be the first man to touch you, to fuck you, gave giacomo the biggest ego boost. part of him wanted to ravage you, but an even bigger part of him wanted to take care of you, thank you for being so trusting of him.
“i’ll make sure to go nice and slow for ya, then - set a pace you feel comfortable with.”
he kissed you again, this time his hands roaming softly over your body, until it stopped just above the button on your shorts, and pulled away from the kiss again.
“this okay?”
you looked up at him and nodded, and he bent down to give you a quick peck on the lips.
“sweet. i’ll be gentle with ya, don’t worry.”
he undid the button on your shorts, keeping eye contact with you the whole time - making sure you were comfortable enough for him to keep going.
he undid the button of your shorts, lowered your fly, and then slowly, carefully pulled them down.
his eyes kept an intense hold on you as he lowered his hands to rub you over your panties, softly.
”is this alright?”
you let out a soft moan in response.
”yes gia.. if anything feels off, i’ll tell you.”
he continued to rub you, coming down to give you a quick but passionate kiss.
giacomo slid your panties off, and his fingers found your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing it lightly before he pushed a finger in, barely to the first knuckle.
“how is it, babe? feelin’ good?”
it was a different feeling - different than your own fingers of course, but knowing that giacomo was taking care of you, setting such a slow pace for you, even though it was probably driving him wild, made it feel even better.
"feels… good…"
his finger pushed in deeper, before he started to slowly move it. his eyes wandered over your face, before he came down to kiss you softly.
a second finger found it's way to your entrance, and he slid it into you so much easier than the first.
giacomo found a steady pace - not too fast but not too slow - his fingers moving deeper and deeper, his kiss growing deeper to match.
you tangled your hands in his hair, slightly tugging at it, which caused him to moan into the kiss.
eventually, his fingers slipped out of you, and he began to unbutton his black jeans and slide them down.
"before i, y'know.." a sudden wave of bashfulness washed over giacomo - "are ya SURE it's okay? i'm not gonna be mad, or upset, or anythin' like that if you say no."
you reached your arms up to cup his face.
"it's okay gia, i promise. i WANT you to be my first. i'm doing this with you because i love you, and i trust you, and i know you'll take extra special care of me. everything's okay, i promise."
he gave you a light peck, bringing one hand down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"alright, princess." he stepped out of his boxers and flung them to the floor, finally freeing his throbbing cock from its restraints.
"i'll be gentle with ya, promise."
he lined his cock up with your entrance, running it over your folds a few times before he pushed himself into you, slowly, slowly - until he bottomed out.
“fuck, you feel so good already. all good if i start movin’?”
”yes, please move…”
giacomo moved slowly, afraid any sudden movements would break you.
"let me know when to speed up, 'kay?"
"you can speed up now, it just feels so good.." you moaned out.
it felt foreign - different, but at the same time it felt undeniably amazing. his caution with you made it feel even better - you were so happy that giacomo was now officially your first.
he picked up the pace substantially - fast enough for it to feel even better, but still gentle enough for it to be comfortable for you.
you couldn't stop moaning. you'd expected your first time to be so different to this - to be painful, uncomfortable, you'd expected to want to stop halfway through. but giacomo was so accomodating, so sweet, and that made it feel even better.
as you grew more accustomed to him, and as your moans grew louder and louder, giacomo quietly decided that you were prepped enough, and wet enogh, and he wanted to take you his way. he knew you wouldn't be able to handle him completely yet and he promised himself, and promised you, that he'd be gentle with you, but you felt so good wrapped around him, looked so good under him, and your moans were just music to his ears.
“if you’re feelin’ alright,” he pulled out of you, and gave your hips a small push, “turn around for me.”
you turned, laying flat on your stomach. he grabbed your legs and propped them up, so that you were on all fours, with your back arched.
“just like that, good girl.”
his hands found your hips, holding them oh so tight as he slid himself back into you.
this time, he didn't hesitate so much; he didn't treat you like you were so fragile. he threw his head back in pleasure as your walls swallowed him.
"shit.. you feel so amazing, baby. i'm so, so lucky."
"thankyou" he breathed out, "for letting me be your first."
#pokemon nsft#pokemon scavio x reader#giacomo x reader#pokemon sv#giacomo nsft#pokemon giacomo#pokemon scavio nsft
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Jason Takes Omega Out
Jason wakes up and rolls over in bed, his alarm clock is fixed and his clock reads 12:23 pm. He yawns and reaches for his phone. He sits up and looks around and sees Omega sitting at his music studio listening to music with headphones.
“Morning Omega, how was your morning?
“Good afternoon! My morning was great, I listened to so much music while you were asleep. I love listening to what the musicians sing about.”
“Do you have a favorite?”
“Hmm, not yet. I really love the music where they sing about how they feel, it’s like I’m learning who they are without meeting them! But I wanted to listen to your music first before picking a favorite. You mentioned it last night.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, it’s not that good. It’s just stuff I make in my spare time.”
“I’m sure that it’s great, and what if it’s my favorite?!” Jason chuckles to himself and gets out of bed and gets dressed. He walks over to his guitar and sits down with it in his lap. He begins playing his song for Omega who is listening intently. After the song ends Jason looks at Omega, and she seems confused. She takes a second before speaking.
“What is your song about Jason?”
“Oh, uh, I don’t know. It was just something I wrote in college. When Hailey and I went to the same school, she told me to write something to get started trying to make my own music and that’s what I came up with. Sorry if you didn’t like it.”
“Well, I think it would be better if you added lyrics. The other musicians on your computer sing about things that are important to them or something that they went through. Maybe you should try that.” Jason looks at his guitar sadly.
“Yeah, I haven’t really felt anything like that in a while. It’s hard to write stuff like that when you live by yourself and never go out.”
“Maybe you should go out! That way, you could start experiencing things that you could write music about.”
“That’s ok Omega, I’m fine here. Plus I don’t think I would have made a good musician anyway.” Jason puts his guitar down and walks to the kitchen and begins making coffee for himself.
“Is making music really important to you?”
“It was.”
“Why would you give it up? If music makes you happy then you should make more music.” Jason looks sadly over at Omega before the picture of him and his grandmother catches his eye. Jason has a flashback to him and his grandmother having a picnic at the park. His grandmother looks at him and hands him an envelope.
“Jason, I want you to have this. It’s money to go to college. You talk so much about how you want to learn music and publish songs, so your grandfather and I put this together before he passed away.”
“Grandma, you didn’t need to do this, I-” His grandmother interrupts him.
“Stop it Jason. You're going to take this, no buts. If music makes you happy then you should make music.”
Jason snaps back to reality and looks around at his messy apartment. He stands up and for the first time in a long time, and puffs his chest out.
“You’re right Omega, I shouldn’t give it up. But I shouldn’t go out, we should.” Jason’s expression turns into a mischievous grin as Omega’s changes to one of worry.
“I don’t think Dr. Hailey would like that. She wants me to hide from the government and the public.”
“Well, Hailey isn’t here right now. Plus, if going out and seeing the world would make you happy, why would you not do it?”
“I’m… not sure. I just don’t want Dr. Hailey to be upset with me.”
“Look Omega, what is your one goal in life?”
“To protect Earth.”
“That’s right, and how can you do that without knowing what Earth is like?” Omega fiddles with her fingers and hesitates while thinking about the question.
“I… guess that’s true.”
“It is true, and don’t worry. We are both going to be super discreet.”
Fast forward to Omega in a plaid button up, jeans, and a dairy cows baseball cap. They are both sitting on a bench in front of a fountain at the park. Jason is super relaxed and Omega is looking very nervous.
“I don’t know if I like being out in the open like this Jason.”
“Oh don’t worry, once you're here for a while you’ll calm down. I mean, look at how peaceful everything is.” Omega looks around and sees a group of kids playing with a frisbee, a elderly woman walking her dog around in the grass, and a couple sitting on the edge of the fountain. The couple both throw a couple of pennies into the fountain and walk away. Omega loosens up a bit and calms down.
“You’re right, it's not so bad. What were those two people doing with the coins?”
“They were making wishes into the fountain, you take a penny and throw it in, and wish for whatever you want to happen, and it happens.” Omega’s face lights up with excitement.
“Is that really true!?”
“Not really, it’s more like you wish for something that you hope to happen, but it isn’t guaranteed.” Omega rushes over to the side of the fountain and looks into the water.
“Wow, that's amazing.”
“What to make a wish?”
“Yes please!” Jason hands Omega a penny from his pocket.
“Just make a wish and throw it in.” Omega pauses to think for a moment, wanting to make sure that she wishes for the correct thing. Jason smiles to himself at Omega’s determined face. After Omega has her wish, she closes her eyes and tosses the coin into the fountain. “What did you wish for?”
“There are so many coins in the water, that means that so many people came to the fountain to tell it their wish. I wished that all of their wishes would come true.” Jason is stunned by her answer.
“That’s a good wish.”
“Why don’t you make a wish!?”
“That's ok, I've made plenty of wishes in the past.” Omega smiles as she looks into the water. After a moment, Omega feels something hit her foot. When she looks down, she sees it’s a blue frisbee. She looks where the frisbee was thrown from and sees a couple kids waving her down and yelling to throw it back. Omega looks at Jason unsure of what to do.
“Well… toss it back to them.” Omega picks up the disk, rears back, and throws it so hard that it embeds itself into a nearby tree. The kids are amazed and look back at Omega in shock. Omega realizes that she may have thrown it too hard and looks down in embarrassment. “Uh, ok that might be our cue to leave.” Jason takes Omega's hand and begins running away from the scene.
Back in Jason’s apartment, Omega and Jason sit down on the couch laffing from the experience at the park.
“Honestly it’ll be the coolest thing that happened to those kids all week.” Omega fiddles with her hands before speaking.
“Thank you for taking me out to the park. It was really cool to see something outside from the lab or this apartment.” Jason gets up from the couch and begins picking up the dirty clothes off the floor.
“Of course Omega, you’re my friend and I would do anything for you.”
“Is that why you let me stay here? Because Dr. Hailey is your friend?” Jason puts all the dirty clothes into the clothes bin before letting out a sigh. He doesn’t turn around to answer Omega.
“Hailey and I aren’t exactly friends per say.”
“Oh… would you not do anything for her?” Omega’s expression is a bit sadder now, not realizing that it was a sore subject for Jason. Jason turns around and sits back down on the couch.
“It’s… complicated. Hailey and I were friends a long time ago. We went to the same middle school and we hit it off almost immediately. She was the nerd of the class and didn’t talk to anyone, I was the extrovert who wanted to know everyone so I walked up to her and introduced myself. From then we were inseparable.”
“Then what changed? You had mentioned earlier that Dr. Hailey had not spoken to you in a year?”
“Well, Hailey started making robots, and started becoming a child prodigy. She quickly got the attention of really important people and was making bigger and better robots for them. I got to see her less and less everyday, but we had always agreed that we would go to the same college so that we could spend everyday together. Eventually we both graduated high school and were looking at colleges. I got accepted to a music school by the skin of my teeth, and Hailey got a full ride scholarship to the best robotics school in the country. It was a no brainer. At that moment I decided we would just grow apart, she would do great things and I would do my own thing. But by some miracle, my grandmother put in my application to the same university and I made it. My family couldn’t afford it but my grandparents put together the money for me to go. We both got to school, but it was even worse than high school. She had even less time, she wanted to graduate early and I couldn’t keep up with her. Eventually I dropped out to do music full time and hadn’t spoken to her sense.” There is a long silence between the both of them. Omega looks down at herself.
“I didn’t know. She always talked about you like you were the best of friends.”
“Hey, it’s ok. We both got what we wanted out of life. I got to play music and Hailey got to build you. And you are amazing!” Omega makes eye contact with Jason
“You sacrificed a lot for Dr.Hailey, but she didn’t.” Jason looks away for a moment.
“I cared a lot about Hailey, but she never felt the same.” Jason stares off into the distance with longing in his eyes. “I was okay with the sacrifices because I got to see the amazing things she made.” Jason looks back at Omega and smiles. “Like you. If it wasn’t for you I would still be in bed giving up on my music dream.”
“Thank you Jason. I’m glad I could help.”
There is a long pause between them. “And hey, I think I have something to write music about now.”
Later, after Jason has gone to bed, Omega stands up and opens the window to the fire escape. She climbs out and carefully shuts it to make sure that she doesn’t wake up Jason. She then jumps and flies out into the night. She looks around the city scanning the streets with her eyes. After a while, Omega finds what she is looking for. She swoops down and grabs a penny from the side of the road scaring a few people who happen to be walking by. Omega then goes back to the fountain that she and Jason were at earlier that day. She tosses the coin into the fountain.
“I wish that all of Jason’s wishes come true.” She then turns around and flies back to the apartment.
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Ok I will say. Hot take here but i think JM in s5 is not MEANT to be healthy. I think that’s the whole entire point. It’s never portrayed as healthy; they spend the whole time bickering and arguing and not trusting each other and being so horrifically extremely codependent it’s pointed out BY ONE OF THE AVATARS, THE LITERAL HARVESTERS OF HORROR. I think making them dysfunctional is entirely the point. The last episodes they appear in together they’re arguing about jon becoming GOD, martin is very obviously against it, and jon simply decides he Does Not Care. And i mean, in the grand scheme of things? Jon, well, he’s correct! Doom one world and not millions of others. Martin isn’t portrayed as correct here- (in ‘checking out’, Jon says he knows martin is fine with the theoretical suffering of others, but when he actually SEES it then he’ll be horrified- same logic applies to his take on release the fears vs keep em in 199) all of them are just.. people. With opinions. Not really any of them good, or the standard, or healthy in the slightest. If you’re constantly bickering with your boyfriend about the morality of consuming other people’s terror, asking him to smite people you dislike, and practically insulting him at some points.. i don’t think that’s an intentionally healthy portrayal. Jmart is purposefully dysfunctional in canon, and I don’t think it’s bad writing because of it. And it goes both ways, too! Jon can be pretty mean to Martin throughout the pod!! He insults him behind his back to vent his frustrations about their relationship! Because, hey, loving each other isn’t enough, you’ve got to Actually Make It Work. And they can’t (won’t?) ever do the latter.
Actually, another hot take: not a single relationship exists in tma without extremely jagged or messed up edges. Even the canon ones, especially jmart. Because it’s a hORROR PODCAST.
…evil murder husbands JE, though? I get what you guys mean, tbh. That may be the exception to the above rule.
Same anon as before, i just wanted to add that none of that is from a place of frustration I just want to have a discussion about s5 jmart tbh. I feel like how unhealthy jm is isn’t spoken about in the context of ‘what if it’s intentional?’ Because a lottt of people just assume it’s bad writing when. No, no, i think jonny knows what a healthy relationship looks like, and this absolutely isn’t it (and that is pointed out in-canon)
Outside of my jmart Thoughts, I absolutely adore your writing!! How you DESCRIBE things just completely sticks me in the room in a way I don’t usually experience when reading fic. I sadly don’t really have any jonelias prompts floating around up in me noggin (for NOW), but i just wanted to say that. You’re super cool! I like seeing your stuff on my dash! Sorry i’m an anon, also; I fear people may come for me with fire and pitchforks if i were to use my main lmao. You’re really great at writing their dynamic!!
hey! thank you for sharing your thoughts. i'm not really a productive person to have this conversation with though because i haven't listened past MAG 166 (I have previously said multiple times that I never got past episode 4 of s5. turns out that's incorrect! the last episode i got to was The Worms, I misremembered it as 4 episodes because the first 2 episodes of s5 take place in Daisy's safehouse, so I was counting the number of statement episodes i listened to. they were extremely disappointing so they stuck with me. the jmart plays house episodes i just blacked out i guess as a defense mechanism.)
so, i really can't weigh in on what you've said here because i haven't experienced this season and i'm not going to. publishing both to respond and because maybe other people would like to have this conversation with you and it's clear you've put a lot of thought into this understanding of the text!
what i will say though is that i don't doubt that jonny sims knows what a healthy relationship looks like. i'm not pretending i know anything about him or his irl marriage (besides the crazy and immediate chemistry he and sasha have solely as disembodied voices) but he does write a lot of healthy relationships from his statement givers. people who love and care about each other in romantic, platonic, and familial ways that feel real and three dimensional.
but i'm actually totally uninterested in what sort of healthy relationships he can write, though. i don't seek out healthy relationships in my fiction lmao i seek out interesting ones. i don't want my blorbos to talk to one another like they're on the couch at couple's therapy.
my problem with jmart isn't that it's "unhealthy", it's that it's rewarded by the narrative. i'm supposed to believe that jon and martin randomly getting together in 158/9 is a culmination of their hard work. a reprieve from their suffering. finally, after all that horror, they can end up together. it's a reward for them! it's immediately taken away and that's supposed to be the tragedy. of having had a glimpse at happiness, or having closed your fingers around it, and then it being snatched away.
it's like, have you seen the descent (2005)? if you haven't i recommend it, it's one of my favorite movies. good buried statement. if you liked Lost Johns' Cave you'll love the descent (2005). i'm gonna spoil it for you now though, so sorry if you haven't seen it.
there's a scene near the end where our sole survivor sees daylight. she crawls for like a mile with broken limbs over sharp rocks and her hand breaches the surface. she escapes into the open air. she screams in the most primal, life affirming, animalistic way as she breaths lung full after lung full of fresh air. and then we snap back to reality and she is miles and miles beneath the earth, hallucinating her salvation.
it's really really affecting. it's such a gut punch. you think, huh, we're close to the end of our runtime, i've really come to care about this person. i'm so relieved that she's getting out. i'm experiencing her euphoria at finally escaping. and then it's all ripped away from you. it's incredible!!!
that's what 158 - 160 was supposed to be. jmart in their little scottish cabin with their little highland cows was the fresh air. except ,well, it didn't taste like fresh air to me! it felt like turning around 180* and crawling back into the dark. i think jon and martin are awful for one another but more than that: i don't believe that they find comfort in one another.
one of the chief draws of jon/elias is that elias is a reprieve for jon. he's the one person in his life who he is close to that doesn't hate him. that doesn't verbally abuse him as soon as he catches sight of him. he's also the person responsible for turning him into a monster but listen, you win some you lose some. every relationship has give and take. i: isolate you from everyone you know and drag you deeper into your paranoia. you: crawl to me for comfort only i can give you. romance!
i don't see the doomed romance that people who like jmart talk about because i don't see the two of them ever enjoying one another's company. i don't see anything that they have in common. i see them sort of hunker down as s1's sole survivors but even then, martin is pulling away from jon as hard as he can. we as the audience know this is because of peter, but basira tells jon it's because his mom died (??????) and he hates him too (?????).
so, i don't think that jmart is bad writing because it's supposed to be a great relationship and it's actually really unhealthy. i think jmart is bad writing because their plot arc hinges on me believing, despite 160 episodes giving ample evidence to the contrary, that they are in love with one another. maybe it's bad love, maybe it's a lie or an illusion or a veneer. whatever. i still need to believe (i the audience, the beholder in whose eye this is playing out) that they are in love. with one another.
and i honestly can't even picture them further than arm's length apart.
um also turning around to twirl my hair thank you SO much for your kind words about my writing D: i really appreciate that, it means a lot!!! i think it's obvious i care about this podcast a lot and i spend a lot of time thinking about it so thank you for sharing your thoughts with me and for reading my stuff. you are welcome here on or off anon, i'll also happily not publish things if you would like me not to publish them.
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1 of 2. Hi Sam - good morning! Re anxiety & ADHD. As a long-time clinical psychologist and experiencer of anxiety I would say that there is somewhat of a difference between the anxiety disorders identified in DSM such as GAD, (they typically address excessive/unrealistic/unwarranted worry/anxiety/fear) and the stress/anxiety that comes from knowing we are not managing to do the things necessary to keeping our life running smoothly because of, for example, ADHD. Of course, someone can experience
both at the same time. Typically, what we do about them differs a bit. For the excessive worry of GAD, we might help people change their relationship to worry thoughts so they're less dominated by them and they do less to 'fuel them.' With the stress of struggling with managing life tasks, we might use meds or behavioral strategies to increase ability and/or find ways of reducing life demands - to the extent that's possible in a capitalist society :(
Turns out I can't write the letters DSM without adding a disclaimer! DSM treats a complex biopsychosocial experience like anxiety a bit like it's measles - like it's a disease which we have or don't have: not my experience personally or professionally, & the data around many mental health issues suggests they're dimensional rather than categorical & they have complex, interactional risk factors to varying degrees. DSM may have some utility but it's not 'the truth.'
Yikes, I just found this in my drafts after having lost it for like...I think a couple of weeks at least, sorry Anon that I did not respond sooner. If it’s any consolation there’s at least one ask in my inbox from 2014.
What you’re saying about GAD vs. bog-standard “something’s wrong in my life” anxiety makes a lot of sense, and is kind of how I was looking at it, I think, but I’m not sure I was vocalizing it well. What was throwing me for a loop was the evaluator saying that I had really severe levels of anxiety, something that was worrying to her in a clinical sense -- GAD never really came up as a term, it was just what I had to go on when I got off the zoom call with her and googled about it. (She was very clear to state that while I had anxiety surrounding social situations she was not offering a diagnosis of Social Anxiety, both parts of which I agree with.) Of course it’s hard to know when you’re sitting in it whether what you’re feeling is unwarranted, but I felt like what worry I do feel is generally legit. I’ve been able to identify “Hey you’re freaked out about nothing” before, including times I couldn’t stop freaking out about nothing, but that seemed to me to be evidence I had a sense of scale, and it was never chronic.
These last few days, having shoveled out from under a bunch of stuff, I’ve been unsettled about the fact that there are periods of time when I don’t need to be doing anything. There’s stuff I could be doing, my to-do list isn’t empty, but none of it is catch-on-fire urgent the way much of my life has chronically been. I’m just so conditioned to having forgotten to do stuff and/or having stuff I know I should be doing that when I am permitted by circumstances to just sit and vegetate, I’m extremely bad about accepting it. Reading is helping, since there’s always another book to read and it fulfills my “I should be doing something” sense without actually wearing me out, and Dearborn is helping by sitting on me a bunch, but it’s very much an adjustment.
Still haven’t gotten the evaluation report from the clinic. I nudged the person who said she was doing the writeup, and she said she’d have it for me by today, then a few hours later emailed me to say “Actually your case was assigned to another doctor. I’ve asked her to bump it to the top of her queue, but I don’t have an ETA for you.”
They’ve got until August (mainly because the second half of July is going to be super hectic for me) and then I’m getting insurance involved.
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So I’ve seen a couple comments lately specifically associated with the ever-growing comment chains of @buggachat’s bakery enemies au where some fellow readers are claiming that a lot of us are hating on Marinette.
It’s not a lot of comments, but it’s enough that I wanted to say something. You don’t have to listen. That’s ok. You can scroll if you want to, but the thoughts are here if you wanted or needed them.
Here’s the thing:
When you write a realistic character, or adapt a character realistically from a tv show, there are going to be moments of pain and frustration on all sides. Yes, Marinette is allowed to feel her own pain and frustration, but We as an audience are Also allowed to have second-hand frustration based on her actions.
I’m allowed to like Marinette and acknowledge and validate her frustration while still Also Being Frustrated at her. That being said, I understand that We can see the whole story and She can’t. Even apart from that knowledge, I am allowed to have compassion for her and Still Disagree with the way that she handles things. That is not me being a Marinette salter or me hating on Marinette. That is me recognizing that this very human response of Marinette’s is placing Adrien — and herself — into unhealthy situations.
People aren’t good and bad all the time. You don’t have to love them all the time. And even if you Do still love them, you don’t have to agree with them.
I’m not trying to start a fight, but I wanted to put all of this out there because . . . I’ve read through the comments. And I haven’t really seen a great deal of people genuinely trashing Marinette. They’re just responding to the direct situation with their very-normal emotional reactions. Which is sort of part of the point, isn’t it?
And I’m sorry @buggachat . I know I tagged you. It’s mostly to give context to this post. I’m not trying to pull you into the discussion or force you to comment on it or pick a side. Please continue on with your beautiful life and enjoy torturing us every 24 hours. You’re doing great, sweetie. This post isn’t really for you unless you want it to be. I don’t know. You might not even agree with me. And that is your right as a human being.
To everyone who feels this Does apply to them, I just wanted to say, here are some general facts of life that the world continues to beat into us, whether we like it or not:
Good people can do terrible things. In fact, some of the worst things are Genuinely Awful to that degree because they were done by good people. Just look at Adrien’s situation. He’s seen how Marinette has So many friends who love her. He’s seen that she’s capable of being an absolutely wonderful person. To him it looks like she’s choosing to be a terrible person to him specifically. Real people go through this in the real world, too. When a good person does something horrible, it doesn’t change the fact that they’re still a good person to Someone out there — maybe to multiple someone’s. They’ve just chosen not to be a good person to You. Or chosen to be a Bad person to you. And that Hurts. And it’s Worth acknowledging and talking about. (This is the real tragedy of evil, in my opinion. It’s why children of abusive and negligent parents often struggle so deeply with the question of why they still feel a need to earn love from their parents and whether they should leave them behind.)
People are constantly experiencing growth and change. There’s something great called the Theory of Positive Disintegration that describes the process. It’s super cool. Look it up. It’s healthy to acknowledge that we all make varied choices as our worldviews change and as we experience new things. People we see as ‘bad’ don’t have to stay that way and likely aren’t what we expect. People we see as ‘good’ are not always strictly good. (Besides this, How many people do we call “Good” because of whom they decided to be evil to? Who gets to decide who the enemy is anyway?)
Literature is designed with complexity in mind. Stories are often made with fleshed out human beings. Sometimes stories are written Specifically to show us questionable behavior so we can see the world through a new lens and decide for ourselves whether we agree with that person. Just take a look at Restoration Drama if you have any doubts. Old white men debated for ages about whether or not their audiences were smart enough to notice questionable behavior in cases of, for instance, rape or cheating or manipulation. Did they ever ask the audience? Not really. But the point is that we Do sometimes get suckered into blindly supporting characters without really watching what they’re Doing. It doesn’t mean we’re not smart enough to notice or talk about it. The danger comes when we try to shut that conversation down by Never showing evil or Never acknowledging it when it’s there. —No one is perfect. So we have flaws. So what? That’s normal. It’s human. It’s normal to empathize with a character. It’s ok to openly express second-hand embarrassment or frustration for their actions. If you don’t want strangers on the internet to point out Marinette’s flaws, then maybe You shouldn’t be pointing out the flaws of strangers on the internet.
I’m not trying to attack anyone in particular. Or anyone at all. I just wanted to put some of this into perspective. Some of you making these comments might be joking! I can’t really read emotional subtext on the internet. Some of us are bad at reading it in real life, too. This is just me putting some thoughts out there to remind you that we all have complex emotional lives, and that discussing a person’s flaws isn’t the same thing as hating them or rejecting them or making them out to be the enemy. If no one ever talked about the bad parts of good people, we wouldn’t have compelling stories.
#marinette dupen chang#bakery enemies au#just some thoughts#mlb#miraculous ladybug#people are complex#let us acknowledge their complexities
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For the Love of Fic: May 9
A day later than usual because I had a long work day yesterday. But I’m slowly getting caught up with some stuff, so it was a joy to get to some reading!!! Here’s what I loved last week!
🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!
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EZRA
Tessellation by @insomniamamma 🪐
Technically, this one’s really about Cee. But it does bounce around her memories while she watches over Ezra in recovery. And it’s done with such measured care and observation, fitting that she should think about her parents at a time like this, when she’s found the next person who will care for her... and her for him. It’s a beautiful reverie on the past and a promise of trust for the future. Like all of J’s writing, I’m a total simping fool.
A is for Anal by @butchmandalorian 🪐
Holy CRAP, I am sweating. His fic is DEEEEprived and anal isn’t my thing, but going slow is, as is a man that shows competency and control...and kindness. Ezra’s a truly experienced dom here and I may be a soft girl that likes to read some hard stuff from time to time, but this is further than I usually go. AND I LIKED IT. Heed the warning. You might just feel some aches after this one.
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JACK DANIELS
Cupcake by @ezrasbirdie and @haylzcyon
I’m sorry, but I want my money back. Because I’m going to invest it under the name of this fic and watch it grow millions. This is so sweet, so yearny, so preciously hot, my gods, what I wouldn’t do for a sweet cowboy with a crush who can’t stop thinking about my ass even though he thinks it’s wrong I would really be okay with it. I just...I’m a mess. I need to go weep or something.
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PERO TOVAR
Black Vultures by @chaoticgeminate 🪐
In her year of video game mashups, Kelli took Pero and put him into the world of The Forrest. This isn’t a game I’ve played or even heart of, but I went looking and kinda sorry I did. While I can watch a horror film without blinking and read horror books with only delicious shivers, horror video games are where the nerve gets shook. So I was on my edge reading this horror survival piece, complete with plane crash, cannibals, mutants, and a realistic denouement of PTSD. Pero is a good, good man here, and I am in love.
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DIETER BRAVO
untitled by @fuckyeahdindjarin
A library AU ficlet that pulled me in not by its romance, but by its growing familiarity and the dangling carrot of more..... Perfect.
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JAVI GUTIERREZ
A Javi Drabble by @grogusmum
Just a sweet little story, just a sweet little Javi, just a sweet little proposal. And to me, it is everything.
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DIN DJARIN
Competing for Christmas 9: Here Comes Santa Claus by @something-tofightfor
Rachael is keeping the spirit of Christmas going around here with this fic and I’m super okay with it. More than okay. Like THIS IS THE WAY OKAY. It’s finally here and it’s finally happening and it’s sweet and hot and everything I wanted and hella worth waiting for.
Unseen Smile by @beecastle
On your one-year anniversary, Din gives you the greatest gift he can think of--his smile. After all, he’s grateful for yours every day and would be lost without it. Perhaps he can do the same for you. The choice here is so confident, so clear, so loving, simple and beautiful and pure. This is the kind of fic that fuels my heart--it burns brightly and lingers long.
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DAVE YORK
Daughter of the Sea by @writeforfandoms 🪐
Me? Read Dave York? More likely than you think if you’re gonna make him a merman who is injured and takes kindly to your feeding and visiting him. He purrs, y’all. HE PURRS. I think I’d probably be petrified the first time he grabbed my ankle--fear AND attraction--certainly by his sense of mischief. I want one.
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TIM ROCKFORD
Rockford & Roan by @littlemisspascal
Taking the character from the video game ads, Rae plonks him down in a world that incorporates humans with special abilities...like the reader’s empathic traits. The worldbuilding on this is swift and effortless before diving into something of a meeting between soulmates. And after that meeting, all I want is to know a lot more about Tim effing Rockford.
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SPECIAL GUEST CORNER
STEVE AND EDDIE (STRANGER THINGS)
Saying I (could have) Love(d) You to an Inanimate Object by @songsformonkeys 🪐
If you love some angst and pretty longing, look no further, for Hannah has you covered. I love her inspiration for this piece--a watch that has an alarm going off at the same time every day. It’s such a simple thing, to wonder what the alarm was set for, now that the wearer is gone.... to let the answer live within you when it means family and love and care... ugh. I’m just so broken after this. In the best possible way. <3
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#for the love of fic#prospect fanfic#ezra#cee#stranger things fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#kingsman golden circle fanfic#jack whiskey daniels#jack daniels#the great wall fanfic#pero tovar#the bubble fanfic#dieter bravo#tuwomt fanfic#javi gutierrez#mandalorian fanfic#din djarin#equalizer 2 fanfic#dave york#merge mansion fanfic#tim rockford
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